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serafiel-jacobs · 11 months ago

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Curiosity (Fanfic)

One shot 💛

Eugénie opened her eyes, she could feel the gentle sun rays entering the window.

Everyone who stays at Hotel Krat grabs a room for themselves to sleep also to have a little privacy.

She rubbed her eyes and moved her hand to try and feel the nightstand, first, she felt Spring and petted her a little, then she felt it and grabbed her glasses, putting them on to finally see properly.

Only to be started at the sight of Pinocchio staring at her.

“Ah!” Instinctively, she tried to back away but ended up hitting her head on the wall.

“Pinocchio you scared her! Be more careful next time” Gemini chirped from his cage.

“Pinocchio um” Eugénie was finally waking up properly, this was so odd, “Why are you here in my room? Do you need anything?”

Pinocchio shook his head and both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

“So then, why are you here?” Eugénie didn’t mean to sound rude but she wasn’t expecting him to be at her room, much less for no apparent reason.

Pinocchio didn’t say anything, as usual, he barely spoke but he could tell that he had overstayed his welcome and gave her a little wave before leaving the room, not without petting Spring before leaving.

That was strange but maybe Pinocchio was just looking for the cat and that’s why he was in her room.

Eugénie got ready for the day, changing and brushing her hair. Truthfully there isn’t much to do at Hotel Krat besides when she or anyone is helping Pinocchio, but all of them make small talk from time to time and they all try and have breakfast together, even if Polendina and Pulcinella don’t eat it, just so all can try to relax and feel more at ease about the situation and they are like a big family at this point.

When she went downstairs everyone else was there already, minus Pinocchio as he left to do some sort of errand outside. Breakfast was usually made by either Polendina or Pulcinella, on a few times by both but Eugénie couldn’t eat well, she hit her head a little too hard and now she was having a headache.

“Something wrong dear?” Antonia could tell right away, she knows everyone at the hotel too well to know when something is up.

“Oh it’s nothing” She tried brushing it off but Antonia was insisting, “Well, I accidentally hit myself on the head this morning, Pinocchio gave me a scare as soon as I woke up”

She explained what had happened and let out a laugh, it was a little amusing now that she said it out loud.

“Oh,” Geppetto was thinking out loud when he said that and everyone could tell something was off by his tone of voice.

“Geppetto is something the matter?” Antonia asked, she could tell Geppetto wanted to brush it off but he explained.

“Well, each night he watches me sleep I was wondering why I didn’t see him last night”

“He does what?” Eugénie thought she might have heard him wrong.

“Since he is a puppet and can’t sleep he watches me sleep at night, I’ve asked him why, according to Gemini he is just curious”

Gemini is the one who has to speak on Pinocchio’s behalf most of the time and that’s the explanation the cricket gave to Geppetto.

“Sometimes he lies next to me in bed… it’s sort of cute actually” Geppetto smiled, it does feel nice to wake up and see his son next to him. He can tell that Pinocchio tries to sleep by closing his eyes and staying still in bed.

“So that’s why neither of us see him at night” Polendina was wondering where Pinocchio would disappear to.

Polendina and Pulcinella make small talk at night, every once in a while they check on Antonia or Venigni but they have never seen Pinocchio walking by.

“I was starting to get concerned that he was fighting nonstop, glad I was proven wrong” Pulcinella was relieved to hear that Pinocchio wasn’t just constantly in danger.

“I guess he got curious about my sleep this time” Eugénie was starting to feel better so she began to try and eat again.

What the others didn’t know was that Pinocchio’s curiosity was about to expand.

—-

It was the middle of the night when Venigni woke up in a cold sweat, he had a nightmare about his past, his parents' death, lately they had been on his mind, what Arlecchino did, it was supposed to never happen again, no puppet should have-

“Yes Pinocchio he is okay, he just had a nightmare” Venigni quickly turned on the nightstand lamp, finding Pinocchio standing in front of him.

“Friend I’m already scared enough as it is, don’t startle me like that” Venigni let out an awkward laugh, “Or maybe this is a nightmare within a nightmare”

Pinocchio tilted his head, not understanding.

“Well pal, you know how your father taught you about dreams?” Gemini began to explain, “Nightmares are bad dreams”

Pinocchio was now looking concerned, going to Venigni’s side, thinking he was in some sort of danger.

“It’s alright friend, I’m completely okay” Well, mentally not that okay but he doesn’t want to worry the boy, “And speaking of your father, wouldn’t you rather watch him sleep than me?”

It’s not as if he doesn’t like Pinocchio but this is so weird even for an eccentric man like him, Venigni doesn’t want anyone to watch him sleep besides maybe Pucinella who is family, speaking of, with perfect timing Pulcinella entered the room to see what was going on.

“I hope you understand Pinocchio, that Master. Venigni needs a good night's sleep”

Venigni was relieved, Pulcinella always has his back and as the genius he is, he deserves his beauty sleep.

Pinocchio looked a little sad that he couldn’t watch him sleep, Venigni tried again suggesting he go and see his father.

“Why I believe Geppetto is still awake,” Pulcinella said in his usual neutral tone.

“Excuse me?” Venigni turned to look at the clock in the room it was almost 2 am.

As it turns out, the reason Pinocchio has been sneaking to see others sleep is because his father is staying all night working on his projects. Although no one is really sure what he is working on or why he would do that in a situation like this.

Venigni took a deep breath, he felt like he was being so rude but he stood his ground and didn’t make Pinocchio stay. He was already feeling on edge because of that nightmare and he would like just a little more peace.

He should maybe talk with Geppetto about this, mainly about how it isn’t healthy for a man his age to stay up so late.

——

“What the fuck?!”

Alidoro tried getting out of his bed but he ended up falling onto the floor, he had recently been staying here and it was all going pretty well until now. He managed to get up and turn on the lights of the room, seeing that Pinocchio was making a few gestures to Gemini.

“It’s a bad word Pinocchio” Gemini let out a sigh, “So don’t say it, good boys don’t say words like that”

Great so he gets woken up in the middle of the night and it’s greeted by this lecture, “Do you need something?”

Pinocchio shook his head from side to side.

“Then why are you here?! Get the hell out!” Alidoro was pissed, maybe this boy hates him, he lied about not knowing a safe place two times, is he trying to intimidate him in some way?

“Look no need to be rude” Gemini knows Pinocchio is somewhat strange but no need to speak to him that way, “Let’s just leave already pal”

After Pinocchio left the room, Alidoro locked it so no one else could come in, this was ridiculous. First, he has to deal with that annoying girl during the day, and now with him at night?

Although he has no choice but to stay here, ugh, he just wants to sleep and forget about all of this, those alchemists better truly deliver on their promise.

—-

In hindsight, it should have been obvious why spying on Belle at night would be a bad idea as she is a trained soldier. As soon as she detected someone else was in the room with her the instinct kicked in, restraining Pinocchio to the ground so fast that neither he nor the cricket saw it coming.

“Oh my God it’s you, don’t scare me like that” Belle let him go and sat in bed, she didn’t need to turn on the lights, having plenty of experience seeing at night, “Is something the matter?”

Gemini had to explain the situation, Belle found it amusing, it was odd sure but she met all sorts of people while in her training, this was nothing compared to that; two fellow soldiers had a tendency to do the same thing, with similar results at what just occurred. At least this will teach him a lesson like it taught them.

Pinocchio left the room and Belle went back to bed, as she was dozing off, she could have sworn that Pinocchio felt too stiff and too heavy for someone his size, or any human although she was probably tired and needed proper rest.

—-

Giangio could feel Pinocchio intensely staring at him.

He obviously doesn’t stay in that room beside the tree all day, at night he makes sure no one is looking as slides into one of the beds Hotel Krat has to offer, he keeps a few notes in there as well of what he has observed, about the gold fruit coin as well as about Pinocchio. He could have used the elevator and found a place in the Mallum District except that’s a terrible idea, even with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood gone that place is pure chaos. Giangio would rather risk being here than most likely getting mugged in one of those streets.

He wants to turn around and confront him yet that would be an unwise decision, no one knows he is here, what if too much noise ends up being made and someone else sees him here; in fact, why is Pinocchio here in the first place? Does he suspect something? Is he onto him somehow? Giangio knows that the puppet is communicating with Sophia in some sort of way, is she up to this?

Worst is that he feels completely embarrassed because he sleeps at night with a teddy bear ever since he was a child, a beloved old toy. He remembers that time someone almost caught him with it back at Arche Abbey, it’s already bad enough that the other alchemists tease him because of his height, putting objects in places he can't reach having no choice but to grab a chair or ask for help, he wouldn’t be able to handle more humiliation.

So he keeps his closed eyes and waits for Pinocchio to leave, but that stupid brat doesn’t leave. Giangio can hear loud and clear his springs moving, dammit why did he take choir classes as a child? Now he was cursing his good hearing.

In the end, Giangio stays awake all night, Pinocchio finally leaves at 7 am. Giangio puts a pillow in his face and screams inside of it for at least a couple of seconds. Before composing himself and getting ready for the day. Hopefully, Mr. Teddy can sleep on his behalf while he is gone.

——

Antonia woke up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty, she could make the silhouette of someone in the room and she had a feeling it wasn’t Polendina.

“Pinocchio is that you?”

Pinocchio turned on Gemini’s lamp, revealing that he was there. He looked uneasy.

Antonia signaled to him to come closer to her “What’s wrong?”

“Well…” Gemini didn’t know how to say this, “He is watching you sleep but he is worried because of your um, breathing”

Antonia is an old woman, an old woman who is dying, and lately, her breathing isn’t what it used to be, it feels like something hard is stuck in her chest.

Pinocchio handed her a glass of water that was on the nightstand, almost as if knew why she had woken up.

“You are very kind dear” Antonia smiled at him, “I’m sorry that this old lady is worrying you, knowing how many other worries you already carry”

Antonia knows that Pinocchio is having to deal with a great burden each time he goes outside, the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet he is kind enough to think about her.

Pinocchio could feel himself sinking into his shoulders, he didn’t want her to die, this wasn’t fair, he gave her the cure, why was she dying? Should he have talked with Giangio sooner about it? Should have asked for help as soon as he found the gold coin fruit tree?

“Come here” Antonia signaled to the boy to come and sit next to her in bed and he did.

“Although I have known you for a short amount of time, I can understand you, even without words” Antonia gave him a warm smile, “I know that you feel this is unfair”

Pinocchio leaned closer to her, feeling depressed and overwhelmed.

“But unfortunately, my time has come, it would have come regardless, it comes for all of us, just that it came for me a little sooner than what we all would have liked” Antonia wiped away a few tears, these days she looked back at her past, rethinking her life.

And what a good life it was, filled with joy and adventure, she loved the world and the world loved her back. The good days were splendid and now looking back even the bad days were good because she saw how despite how much she struggled, despite the times she thought she hit rock bottom she kept going, determined to never give up.

She wasn’t giving up now either, she refused to let this sickness take away her happiness.

“But I want you to know” Antonia gently touched Pinocchio’s chest, “That no matter what happens, even after I’m gone, I will always be here”

In his heart.

Pinocchio hugged her, he didn’t want to let her go, it was too much for him.

“Why don’t you lie down next to me? Just today”

That made Pinocchio faintly smile, the boy wanted to be by her side knowing she didn’t have much time left, he wished he could spend every second next to her.

Being next to Antonia is comforting for him, sometimes Pinocchio has these strange good feelings when she is with her, how she cares for him, the love she gives him, how she mentors him.

“I regretfully never had a son” Antonia decided to hug the boy, “For a long time, it felt like it was already too late, however meeting you… I was wrong”

Pinocchio hugged her back, he could feel his eyes getting wet, not understanding why

“Please don’t cry my dear” Antonia wiped his tears away, “No mother wants to see her son cry”

They spend the night together, Polendina entered the room at one point and was touched by the scene. His beloved Lady Antonia should be happy, she deserves the world in these hard times.

Pinocchio had his eyes closed next to her and for a moment, just a moment he could almost feel himself going into sleep as well. Unfortunately, that wasn’t meant to be.

At least not for now.

—-

It was 3 am when Geppetto was greeted by everyone in Hotel Krat standing at his office door, even Giangio was watching from afar to see how this would unfold. Taking advantage that Pinocchio was watching Spring sleep rather than any human.

“Geppetto” Antonia was the first to start, “We all love the boy dearly”

Alidoro rolled his eyes, he didn’t like him at all but this was an intervention.

“However this is going too far, please do something about this” Antonia doesn’t mind his company, although she can’t say the same for the others, understanding why people don’t like being watched in the middle of the night and as the owner of this hotel she has to make this place welcoming.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not that bad”

“Obviously it doesn’t bother you because you don’t sleep!” Alidoro was at his limit, that damn brat broke the lock of his room and hid under a curtain to watch him sleep so he wouldn't get caught. Except Pinocchio got caught and each day he finds new places to hide.

“I am afraid I might hurt him one of these days if he keeps waking me up” Belle also wonders if she could hurt herself by hitting someone as sturdy as Pinocchio.

Both Alidoro and Belle eventually came to learn the truth, mainly because they overheard the others talking about it so now it made sense.

“Um, Mr. Geppetto” Eugénie was trying to be polite this man was her teacher at one point and also her boss, “It’s very late at night, we are also concerned about your lack of sleep”

“Yes my good old friend” Venigni looked exhausted, “This has gone on for too long, surely you feel tired, no work must be worth all this trouble”

“What are you even working on?” Alidoro is baffled, he tries taking a peak at Geppetto’s notes but the man quickly closes the notebook in which he is writing.

“I appreciate the concern, however, I’m perfectly fine” Geppetto has a lot of books filling this office, each time more appear and there are plenty of notebooks around the room. Notebooks that he fills with work plans.

“Geppetto I believe it’s finally about time that you realize you have a problem” Antonia was trying to sound sweet, this should be an intervention, not a confrontation.

“A problem with what? With working?”

“YES!” Everyone shouted at him, even Antonia because seriously?!

“I don’t have a problem with work” Geppetto huffed this was ridiculous, “I have a perfectly healthy relationship with my work”

Geppetto was just met with deadpan stares, no one saying a word.

“Okay maybe sometimes I overwork myself”

…

“I understand that it’s not ideal to work so much but, how many people out there wish they could work but can’t? Money doesn’t grow on trees, well there is the gold- whatever that doesn’t count, what I am saying is that many wish to have as much work”

“Work, in a situation like this?” Venigni understands the excitement of creative endeavors, as well as how boring it is to be stuck in here, “No amount of work is worth it in a time like this, why would you stress yourself more?”

“I’m not stressed at all and I feel fine” Geppetto has become so used to not sleeping due to work that sleeping early is what feels weird to him, “Listen I will tell him to stop, I’m sorry he caused you all trouble”

They all breathed in a sigh of relief and went back to bed, except Geppetto who kept on working. Once Pinocchio was done watching Spring, he went to see his father, who unfortunately had to tell him to quit watching others.

“You can stay here if you like” Geppetto doesn’t mind, Pinocchio is very quiet after all, he won’t distract him. Yet Pinocchio just keeps staring at him, not in his often curious self, rather he looks sad.

“What’s wrong?”

It’s hard for Pinocchio to let the words out, “It’s sleeping… bad?” It’s hard for him to speak in general but he feels comfort since he is with his father.

“No, son why do you ask?” Geppetto was confused by the question.

“Because dying is going… to sleep forever right?”

That’s how he had explained it to him, lately Pinocchio has been extremely worried about Antonia so he started asking questions about death and Geppetto wasn’t sure how to explain it to him properly, Pinocchio has a hard time understanding certain things when it comes to humanity, it’s already hard enough for people to understand these concepts properly so it must be harder on him. So he explained it to him as he would a child, although now that he thinks about it maybe Pinocchio really is just a child, the child he forces to go outside into danger constantly and he can’t even properly rest after all of it.

“Is that why you don’t sleep are you…worried about dying?” Pinocchio was now next to his father, crying not just a few tears like before but fully crying.

“What? No-“

Pinocchio hugs his father tightly not wanting to let go, Geppetto can barely understand what his son is trying to say in between sobs but when he does understand he feels heartbroken.

“Is that why I can’t sleep? Because you don’t want me to die like my brother?”

Geppetto hugs back his son, calming him down, although he ends up shedding a few tears as well.

“Everyone else is right, it’s not good for me to stay awake so long” Geppetto was staring directly into Pinocchio’s eyes, “I should go to bed, you are welcome to come with me”

Pinocchio followed his father, leaving Gemini on the nightstand; it had been a while since he saw his father sleeping or lied down next to him.

“It took me a long time, to come to terms with your brother’s death” Way too long, Geppetto made Pinocchio originally to bring Carlo back, but Carlo should be at peace, it was hard to accept his death but Geppetto knew he had to move on, “No matter what happens or what others say, you are my son, not someone made to replace him”

Geppetto slowly fell asleep, leaving Pinocchio alone with his thoughts. Sleeping feels so special everyone looks better when they sleep, they look… calm. Even Mr. Venigni who has a few nightmares then goes back to sleeping normally. Giangio eventually got used to him staring and does manage to sleep fine, how kind of him to never say anything, even when Pinocchio knows that the man is aware he is watching him. Everyone seems so well after they sleep, why can’t he sleep? And why does it bother him? Polendina and Pulcinella can’t sleep either, they don’t mind that.

Pinocchio doesn’t understand his emotions at all, everyone says he is different, that he is more than just a puppet but is that true? His hair grows, he recently learned to cry yet aside from that, how is he like them? Because he looks like them? Because he can lie?

He wished he knew the answer, at the very least, he wished he could sleep. Pinocchio closed his eyes, trying not to think about it, he could feel himself getting more tired and tired, Pinocchio tried to open his eyes but couldn't anymore.

“Mmm?” Gemini could see a blue butterfly flying across the room landing directly on Pinocchio’s hair, “Sophia?”

Sophia said nothing, a blue glow began to resonate from her, engulfing Pinocchio for a few seconds before she disappeared once more.

——

When Geppetto woke up, it was already 8:30 am, that’s odd he never oversleeps, this just goes to prove that he needs a better sleep schedule.

“Oh son you can get up now” Geppetto got closer to his son who still had his eyes closed, “Pinocchio?”

It was only then that he realized Pinocchio was asleep, it made Geppetto smile, he grabbed the bedsheets and decided to cover him up, this moment was unique, for this time, he would be the one to watch Pinocchio sleep, not wanting to miss his son being able to rest for the first time.

After that day, everything went back to normal, as normal as things can get when they are dealing with this crisis, those carcasses seeming to be endless.

It was all going pretty swell, Venigni was getting ready for bed, first taking a bath as he was not one to shower in the mornings like everyone else. Thank God that the water system in Hotel Krat works perfectly unlike other places, the biggest blessing is that the heater doesn’t have any issues. The cold was bothersome, the weather being more intense these past few days, and he ended up sneezing in the shower.

“Bless you”

Venigni quickly peeked outside the shower curtain to find Pinocchio in the bathroom with him. Pinocchio has been having less trouble talking so what better way to show it than to be polite?

“Pinocchio you scared him! Be careful next time” Gemini chirped from his cage.

Venigni took a deep breath, summoning all the patience he could manifest.

“My friend please leave”

Pinocchio tilted his head confused as to why he should leave.

“Just do as he says pal, this isn’t really appropriate you know?”

“Mmm, why not?”

Venigni was praying, why doesn’t God give this boy the understanding of common sense? Better yet why doesn’t his father teach him the meaning of common sense?!

Unfortunately for everyone else at Hotel Krat, they will all have to once again experience Pinocchio’s curiosity.

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bluiex · 2 years ago

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you would have gotten this fluff sooner but since i was sat i went to pet one of my dogs and after like 5 minutes he completely got up and readjusted his laying position so he could curl around (as much as a fully grown labrador can) my hand and fall back asleep, it was adorable and we don’t deserve dogs but i just couldn’t use my right hand at all, i only just escaped an hour later, also my phone is being weird my app will suddenly freeze; the screen goes black with a frozen loading symbol for a few seconds; it then just does to my lock screen; i open my phone and apps/widgets dont show up, they exist but dont show up i think apple is purposefully breaking my phone so i get a new one/hj i think i also need to install a new update but this is just ridiculous

anyways here’s the fluff i mentioned earlier, and by fluff i mean hurt/comfort

here’s the tws: SH, PTSD, trauma, i only have a rough idea so add more if need be, unless your reading this then i forgot

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“Scar,” Grian suddenly said walking into the room voice shaky and tired. Scar looked up at him a little confusedly face instantly morphing to one of concern and empathy.

Grian’s eyes were noticeably red and puffy, corners still full of unspilt tears. His body looking like it was barely supporting itself like it just wanted to pass out right then. And his face overall was the worse, his stair was messy, not in usual Grian fashion but more like he had been tugging at it and putting his head in pillows. His mouth was open just barely showing a sliver of shaky teeth, cheeks glistening very lightly and overall a look of sadness and exhaustion.

“Songbird? What’s wrong?” Scar asked instantly jumping up talking two steps towards Grian to show he was there but not invade his space incase he needed it.

“I’m sorry,” Grian simply replied eyes filling with regret as he cast them to the ground undoubtedly feeling to guilty to look Scar in the eyes. Scar could almost feel his heart break at that.

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for?” Scar asked trying to keep his voice steady, something for Grian to take reassurance in.

“I-I promised you I’d, that I’d try, but I-I just couldn’t, I needed to,” Grian said voice so small and regretful he seemed back to being a child having to tell a parent he accidentally broke a window playing with his friends.

Scar stood brow furrowed in concern and confusion till he noticed Grian purposefully keeping his hands away from his thighs where they should be.

“Oh sweetheart, you relapsed didn’t you?” Scar asked taking another step towards Grian wishing he could instantly just hug him and take all his pain and worries away.

“…Yeah,” Grian replied softly eyes staying unmoving from the floor.

“I’m not mad,” Scar said “or disappointed, or upset, or anything you’ve worked through your brain you think I am, I’m just worried” Scar said taking a pause between each thing he listed letting his voice stay smooth and soft but letting it show he was speaking the truth.

“Did you just put your pajama pants on without taking care of them?” Scar asked voice dipping slightly more concerned.

Grian nodded weakly still refusing to meet Scar’s eyes again. Scar carefully took more steps towards him waiting to see if Grian reacted negatively yo any of them till he was right next to Grian lightly rubbing his arm.

“Lets go to the bathroom so we can properly take care of them, it will be so much worse if they get infected, infected scars are no joke,” Scar said very lightly pushing Grian’s arm loosely in the direction of the bathroom.

“Alright,” Grian said voice still very small and quite and Scar gently led him to the bathroom. He asked Grian to very carefully take the pants off so he could clean and bandage the cuts. Grian did as instructed and carefully sat down on the side of the tub eyes still on the floor and tears very lightly spilling from the edges.

Scar grabbed some alcohol wipes, Neosporin, and bandages to use. He turned back to Grian doing his best to keep his face neutral as he looked at the fresh bloody cuts on his partners thighs.

“I’m going to clean them with the wipes first, it’s going to sting but they’ve stopped actively bleeding at least,” Scar said crouching down in front of Grian who nodded softly taking the extended hand scar offered him to grip onto as Scar very carefully started to sanitize them.

“Oh- Fuck!” Grian exclaimed hissing at the wipes doing their job. He held Scar’s hand so hard his knuckles went white but Scar didn’t falter trying to not prolong the pain of the cleaning process.

“Alright, alright its over, now I’m going to use a q-tip to apply sone Neosporin, shouldn’t sting that much, just a tiny but but not as bad,” Scar said letting Grian carefully un-grip his hand so he could unscrew the cap and squeeze the contents out on the q-tip for application.

“I’m sorry,” Grian said again startling Scar as he lowered the q-tip towards the cuts.

“Songbird I already said you have nothing to apologize for, relapsing is a completely normal part of recovery,” Scar said putting the q-tip down grabbing both of Grian’s hands together with both of his looking at Grain’s eyes who slowly raised them meeting his.

Scar kept holding Grian’s hands with only one as he applied the Neosporin causing a slight flinch but nothing else.

He then gently bandaged then after checking how Grian was to which he replied that besides mentally everything was great.

“Alright, I’m finished, how are you now?” Scar asked very softly running a hand on the bandages to make sure they were tight enough.

“Tired, can we just go to bed now?” Grian replied not meeting Scar’s empathetic eyes.

“Alright, if you need to talk I’ll be here all night and day tomorrow, or however long you need.” Scar said bringing himself back to his feet stretching gently offering a hand to Grian who took it using it to return to standing wobbling some.

They went to their bedroom where Scar pointedly ignored any red splotched tissues. He gently pulled the covers over both of them holding Grian softly petting his hair as they drifted off to sleep.

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holy shit im so tired i can barly keep my eyes open this took me like 45 minutes goodnight

We don't deserve pets. They're the best ever

Aww Scar is the sweetest qoq

#tw self harm #tw sh #long post

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aletterfromthemoon · 2 months ago

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Accepting that I didn’t want to be desired in a sexual way wasn’t as much of a difficult process in retrospective, perhaps because of my traumas. Not going into details. What was, and still very much is, hard — is accepting that I don’t feel comfortable with being desired in a romantic way. This was a fact I tried to suppress for many long years, thinking that I had to experience romantic attraction, forcing myself to believe I had crushes or describing the interest I had in people as a crush in order to not only fit in but also because I simply didn’t have any words that felt accurate enough.

This is something I’ve struggled with and still do struggle with today; not being able to express myself properly, being misunderstood very easily… I do think I have my own share of responsibility, of course I do — that’s one of the reasons why I’m trying to get better at writing — but as a side note: almost the entirety of the people in my life (my abusive family and ableist people in school environments) would for some reason always assume the absolute worst of me. I’ve cut those people off and frankly, it’s very freeing not to have to defend yourself on a constant basis. It still happens with my friends, but they care about me and they know me enough to ask me to clarify myself when it’s needed. I’m incredibly grateful for you, and I feel like I might say this so often it’s becoming annoying, but thank you, sincerely.

Setting that aside, I was inspired with a conversation I had with my best friend today, which by the way, if you’re seeing this (you’re probably not but on the off chance) — hi! I love you. Please rest. You need to take care of your body I’m actually begging you. Anyway — I was joking around as one does and accidentally brought up something that had been bothering me for my entire life. I hate how romantic love is put on this pedestal way above the rest. I hate how it feels like platonic love is just never enough somehow, like I need to feel it in order to be complete, just like how apparently I need to be intimate with someone “someday, eventually!” I’m not denying that it could change, but it could also never change; both of those attractions make me feel uncomfortable and I really wish we brought more focus on other kinds of love.

My love for the moon, my love for my grandfather; these are unconditional and they’re their own unique feelings. I won’t love anyone the way I love my grandfather, no one will ever love something the way I love the moon. And this obviously doesn’t apply just to me, that goes without saying — I won’t love things the way other people do. I felt wronged because, since I was a child, I was made to believe that I would someday find someone I would love so much, if I were to choose between them, my family or my best friend I would have to choose them. Personally, I don’t feel things in such an exclusionary way. And that doesn’t mean my love is incomplete, I tend to not realize it in the moment but I feel things so deeply it physically makes me ill.

My love isn’t superior, it’s just mine. I won’t say someone’s wrong for putting their partner, their mother, their best friend, their child or their pet above everything else. There are as many kinds of different, unique loves as there are people, and as long as it doesn’t bring harm to anyone or anything, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. There are people who love easily, people who don’t love; all are special. That’s what endears humanity to me. We were shaped to fit in each other’s arms, we cook foods to taste good for the person who’s going to eat them, we hold hands and tell stories about our days… We do all of this around the globe, everywhere, in different ways across all cultures.

There are things that made me stay alive, despite not wanting to. Despite not being able to want to.

My love for the moon, my love for my grandfather, my love for people.

Originally posted on August 23rd.

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turnipshepard · 8 months ago

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Kristi Noem shot her dog in a gravel pit. My coworker’s parents kept their chocolate lab outside 100% of the time even in the Minnesota winter. He eventually froze - my coworker gave a sad chuckle when he told me the story. The lady across the street from me last night slapped her dog with his leash repeatedly for looking the wrong way. The guy behind us in a former apartment complex got a puppy that he left outside on the pavement in a hurricane and 100 degree heat while he played video games (I called animal control and when they didn’t do anything because the minimum standard of care was being met, despite my documentation*). My college friend’s wife adopted two dogs that were either outside or in a crate 24/7; she once accidentally did not properly arrange their care and they were laying in the crates in their own shit for 2 days. A former coworker found out he was moving so he let his puppy out on the freeway. “They put pits down at the shelter, what was I supposed to do?” he told us as we yelled at him. My friend’s brother in law has 4 macaws in cages in his basement and they scream all day. He yells at them to shut the fuck up. My coworker adopted a puppy from breeders across the country and immediately put “it” in cargo. She left the puppy alone most of the day and “disciplined” “it” when it chewed up things in her house. By hitting her.

Most of these people think they’re good pet owners. To my face, they have told me they’re good dog owners. They’re doing the best they can. They think their pets are happy. I am just one person and I don’t even go around soliciting stories. I bet everyone reading this can think through their life and come up with a dozen similar anecdotes. This is the suffering that animals endure because of the pet industry. And these are the animals we “love”! The widespread desire for easy access to pets means a ton of shitty, negligent people are going to get innocent animals and subject them to shitty treatment. It’s not fucking okay and we are not talking about it enough.

#*I eventually saw that the puppy had chewed a hole through the guys fence #as far as the guy knows his puppy ran off #I regret nothing

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liberty-barnes · 3 years ago

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Ryan Reynolds and (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Answer The Internet

Part 2 of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Ryan Reynolds & Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: Ryan and the Reader go on Heatworld to answer Twitter’s burning questions. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: just fluff, crack, and a fair bit of sex talk cause, well, it's the internet.

Word Count: 1.7k words

Estimated Reading Time: 7 minutes

A/N: *sighs defeatedly* Against my better judgement, I turned this into a series. Fortunately, unlike TJS, this series will be updated only whenever I have ideas or you guys are sending in requests (only interviews are allowed, guys, don’t forget) so at least I won’t be too pressured. That said, enjoy!

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Click.

The image opens up to Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds sitting side by side in front of a blue background. Ryan is holding a piece of paper.

“I wonder if (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds knows that her dad is every straight man’s gay dream?”

Ryan starts laughing, while (Y/n) looks visibly put off.

Cut.

Happy music comes on. Over a purple and blue background stands a computer with a still of (Y/n) and Ryan from the interview. The words ‘ANSWERING THE INTERNET’ are written in white, followed by ‘... with Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds’ in black. The Twitter logo is at the bottom-left corner of the image.

Cut.

Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds are standing in front of a blue background once again.

“Hello, peasants.”

“We’re Blake Lively’s pet humans and we’ll be answering your Twitter questions.”

(Y/n) laughed maniacally while Ryan rummaged through the purple glitter box.

“No one to save you now! Should have thought twice about putting these on the internet!”

“And kids, this is what we call being a dumbass. Because while the people who posted it wrote somewhat awkward things, nothing’s more awkward than having to read them about you. (Y/n), apparently, forgot about that.”

(Y/n) waved her hand nonchalantly.

“Oh, please. It can’t be that awkward. So! First question!”

Ryan took a piece of paper out of the box and unfolded it carefully.

“First question, from Kenzie, AKA @/ynsunreleasedsongs…”

He turned towards (Y/n).

“I’m still bummed about that, by the way, I have songs stuck in my head that I can’t listen to cause there’s no audio trace of them so the least you could do is record them so I don’t just have ‘and isn’t it strange how you accidentally hurt me more than you purposely love me?’ stuck in my head with no means of getting it out.”

(Y/n) pouts at him.

“Aw, but I enjoy watching you suffer. Now read the question.”

“Kenzie asks, I just wanna know if (Y/n)’s okay. Did she sleep well? Has she been eating properly? And getting enough water?”

(Y/n) furrowed her brows at the camera.

“I get that one all the time too! Like, I’m fine, guys, why does everyone think I can’t take care of myself?”

Ryan raised a brow.

“You go full days without eating when not reminded to, I’m pretty sure the most you’ve slept this past week was five hours cause you quite literally passed out on your bed, and water doesn’t even exist in your world.”

(Y/n) pushes Ryan off the chair and onto the floor. A loud thunk is heard, followed by a cry of pain.

“Serves you well. Also, water does exist in my world! I need it to make tea.”

Cut.

Ryan is back on the chair, and (Y/n)’s rummaging around for a piece of paper.

“Hold on, I’m trying to get a good one… This one! I bet this one’s good.”

She unfolds it and clears her throat.

“@/BenjaminLeigh, AKA Ben(T)Leigh…”

Ryan snorted.

“That’s a funny one!”

(Y/n) nodded.

“So, Ben asks @/vancityreynolds could you please do your best to get into a horrible and disfiguring accident so you lose your charm and my wife stops putting me in second place?”

Ryan tilted his head curiously.

“Um-”

“I can help with the accident part!”

“I’d… rather you didn’t. And anyway, my charm doesn’t come from my stunning good looks, although they do play a part in other things.”

He winked at the camera and (Y/n) pretended to gag.

“So, I guess there’s nothing we can do, pal. Don’t worry, silver’s cool too.”

Cut.

“You guys didn’t put any raunchy ones here, right? I don’t wanna read that about my daughter, the thought of her going past hand-holding gives me nightmares.”

(Y/n) laughed and took another paper, unfolding it immediately.

“Orion, cool name, by the way, AKA @/steppingstonesholland says Sometimes I wonder if perfection exists, but then I look at (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and I’m positive it does. Awww, that’s so sweet.”

Ryan nods.

“There you go. Keep the sweet ones coming.”

She looked at him.

“I don’t understand why you’re so touchy, literally fifty percent of your speech pattern contains some sort of innuendo.”

“Yes, but it’s okay when I do it, just not when you do it, or when someone says something sexual about you. In my eyes, you’re still my little kid, and I don’t want my little kid to be off getting STDs.”

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“That was actually kinda sweet.”

He kissed the crown of her head and pulled another paper. (Y/n) sat back up.

“So, Haven, AKA @/steponmeryan, at least buy me dinner first, asks Does (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds know that her dad is every straight man’s gay dream?”

Ryan starts laughing, while (Y/n) looks visibly put off.

“I don’t know what I’m more disturbed by, the handle, the message, or the image that either of those is putting in my brain.”

Ryan laughs some more.

Cut.

“Are you feeling better?”

(Y/n) keeps drinking the water she acquired off-scene.

“No, but the show must go on.”

“Alright then, Skylar, AKA, @/skylovesyn asks Okay but real question now: to which demon do I have to sell my soul in order to meet (Y/n)? Me. I’m the demon. But I don’t deal in souls, I only take credit or pictures of Hugh Jackman’s underwear collection”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know. I suppose it’s all luck or money, really. But hey, I can do this!”

She pulls out her phone from her pocket, looks at the paper, taps on her screen a few times and locks it again.

“You just got a follow and a DM from me, do make sure to answer it cause I’d be very disappointed otherwise.”

The pride can be seen clear as day on Ryan’s face.

Cut.

“Cassie, AKA @/evermoresupremacy- You know what, that is a really good album, and Tay has a tendency to ignore its existence, much to my displeasure! But anyway, Cassie asks I wonder what the Lively-Reynolds’ fam’s favourite Taylor Swift song is and if they sing along to it at home.”

Ryan nods.

“Good question, I approve. Blake’s is You Are In Love cause she’s sweet like that, the kids are still just as obsessed with hearing their names in the song as when it just came out, so they’re avid Betty supporters. I like Look What You Make Me Do cause it allows for a dramatic performance.”

(Y/n) laughs.

“And you’re nothing if not dramatic! As for me, I’ve been screaming along to the ten-minute version of All Too Well since she first sent it to me, so I’d say that one. Get ready for Red (Taylor’s Version) cause it’s gonna be awesome!”

Cut.

“Ash, aka @/yn_my_beloved asks @/vancityreynolds spill the tea, kind sir, what’s the most embarrassing this (Y/n)’s done? Ooh, this is a good one!”

(Y/n) groans while Ryan looks positively delighted.

“It’d have to be when she was seventeen and I took her on the set of Deadpool, and for information, this was when (Y/n) was just starting to figure out that she’s very much not straight.”

(Y/n) groans louder.

“So I introduce her to Morena, who plays Vanessa in the film, and is objectively gorgeous. And this little gay disaster just starts stuttering out an introduction that somehow ends with ‘oh my god, you’re so pretty, you could choke me and I’d thank you’. To her face. After which she blushed, turned around, walked into a wall, and ran to my trailer.”

“I still can’t look her in the eyes.”

Ryan laughs.

“I know! That’s what makes this even better!”

Cut.

(Y/n) grabs one of the papers.

“Zeph, aka @/ryanfuckmereynolds asks How can I politely ask Ryan Reynolds to plow me through a wall? Um, not through my voice, for one.”

“Blake’s the one that does the plowing anyway.”

“Oh my God, Dad!”

Cut.

“Alright, last one! Ella, aka @/ynslastbraincell, oh, so that’s where it went! Thanks for getting back to me! Ella says I can’t believe (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds is real. That girl can act, sing, model, she’s kind, adorable, smart, and absolutely fucking hilarious… Thanks, I try. Can you leave some talent for the rest of us, please? Uh, well, I’ll try to suck a bit more, I guess.”

Ryan wrinkles his nose in disgust.

“Please try not to suck at all.”

“I’m not gonna dignify that with a response. But anyway, that was me and my idiot of a dad answering the internet! Hope you all enjoyed it!”

“Don’t forget to watch Red Notice on Netflix, coming out November 12th, and stream (Y/n)’s debut album Stepping Stones, out now on all platforms.”

“Bye!”

End of video.

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yn_my_beloved: so if i break into hugh jackman’s house and take pictures of his underwear drawer i get to meet (Y/n)? better clear my schedule

tomynschild: the way she tried not to smile when she read “steppingstonesholland”!!! i need them to confirm their relationship already!!!

slutforreynolds: ryan looks positively scrumptious in this interview

deadpoolsleftsword: i too would lose all my cool when faced with Morena Baccarin, you’re not alone in this

thereynoldsfamownsme: YES RYAN! CALL HER OUT ON NOT RELEASING THE FULL VERSION OF THAT SONG, THAT PART’S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD SINCE THAT LIVE SHE DID THREE WEEKS AGO

skylovesyn: it was an awesome conversation, btw, we talked about what the best kind of candy is, she’s such a sweetheart!

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔ reply to skylovesyn: I still think Twix is better than Snickers, sorry not sorry.

skylovesyn reply to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔: and as much as i love you, i still think you’re wrong.

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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years ago

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Pairing: La Squadra x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

La Squadra harem

Risotto Nero

Risotto, as a leader of the hitman squad, immediately notices the change of atmosphere among La Squadra once Y/n appears. Albino, to his huge dismay, understands that he’s not the only one who’s developed feelings for Y/n. Albino knows every member’s habits and usual behavior, capo is the first one of all hitmen who figures out that everyone is his rival now (but only when it comes to Y/n, he’s still their leader and he respects every member equally)

Risotto is more of a father figure to Y/n. He warms up to you shortly, pampering you with his attention and genuine care, always being there for you. You’re hungry? The two of you are going to the nearest cafe for you to have a proper meal and Capo won’t take “no” as an answer. You’re stressed and something messes with your pretty head? What a poor thing, come here, Risotto is always ready to listen. Others immediately catch on the change of Capo’s treatment, every day it becomes even more obvious that he has a huge soft spot for Y/n

Least favorite rival: Melone. Risotto hates how smooth purple-haired is around you, how he is open with his flirting, how sincere all of his words sound. Nero wishes he had at least half of sans gêne Melone has. He’s a Capo and he has a reputation to uphold, but behind closed doors Risotto has tried flirting with Y/n and it was so so clumsy and awkward, it’s just… not his style

Prosciutto

The second father figure for Y/n, but if Risotto is more of a sugar daddy, indulging you with expensive gifts and foods, Prosciutto mostly acts like a real father would, scolding you for going outside at winter without your hat on (tho he never wears a hat himself) or for petting stray animals on the streets

Even despite all of his parental sternness, Prosciutto is really caring and attentive towards Y/n, even more that Risotto is. You got scratched accidentally because of your clumsiness? We gotta clean the wound up and patch it, don’t even try to protest; it may be a simple graze but what if some dirt got in it? Your shoulders ache after a long tiring day? Come hither, your dear Prosci will rub all the pain away

Least favorite rival: Risotto. Prosciutto doesn’t hate or despise albino, no. Risotto is a capo, and he got this status for several reasons, so blonde man still respects his boss, but both man have pretty familiar tactics of charming Y/n, and that definitely annoys Prosciutto

Formaggio

Formaggio is one of the most oblivious of all La Squadra men, he doesn’t realize that he’s not the only one having interest in Y/n and even when other guys flirt openly with Y/n in front of him red-haired just thinks that his teammates just try to be friendly towards a newcomer

He’s definitely that type of macho from all the cheesy movies - attractive, excellent smooth talker with constant flirtings. Formaggio is not opposed of using all possible cringy lines what annoy everyone in La Squadra, even Risotto has hard times restraining the urge to roll his eyes at all those shitty teasings. But Maggi is an easygoing guy, it’s so easy being around him and even all his pick up lines don’t repel you from him

Least favorite rival: doesn’t have one. As I said, this man doesn’t notice that other guys try to get Y/n to themselves, the thought of having possible rivals doesn’t even cross his mind

Illuso

It’s not a secret to anyone that Illuso is a little nasty bitch with a huge god complex and all his wooing is no better. “You wanna spend time with me? Shit, you’re such a pain in my ass! Okay, I guess I will indulge you this time, but that’s only because of your cute face” - doesn’t sound so appealing, does it? And that’s exactly the way brunette flirts with Y/n (well, at least he tries to)

Illuso wants to make you crawl to him, to make you crave for his presence and his touch, you make you fall in love hard. Brunette wears his best outfits, uses the best of his perfumes make up stuff just to show you that he’s better than all of his teammates. Surprisingly, even his behavior changes slightly when Y/n is around - he’s not that unbearably churlish towards you, on the good days he may even compliment you - “Your hair… looks good today, I like it”

Least favorite rival: he hates all of La Squadra equally. Illuso is certain that he’s the only one who truly deserves Y/n’s attention, he’s the best partner for you and only he can treat you properly. Doesn’t even try to hide his hostility towards teammates - why would you want spending time with such a trash?

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is a tsundere, do I even need to explain why? Is obvious to everyone in La Squadra that he’s head over heels for Y/n, but he still aggressively denies everything if someone points that out. He’s also very protective of you, if Formaggio or Melone or Sorbet try to flirt with you in front of Ghiaccio - they’ll get their nose bleeding soon (blue-haired gets scolded for that by Risotto often)

Blue-haired tries his best to hold all his outbursts in front of you. Even when you ask the stupidest questions, Ghiaccio would clench his fists til his knuckles turn white, grit his teeth, try doing breathing exercises - everything just to remain calm and not to get tantrum in front of you. And you guess that means really a lot

Least favorite rival: Sorbet and Gelato. Those guys (gays, lmao im sorry) don’t even try to hide their interest in Y/n, pinning for you, prying your attention only to themselves. They flirt so openly with you, some of their lines and allusions make even Melone feel slightly uncomfortable, so Ghiaccio sees those almost as if two husbands were shamelessly molesting Y/n

Melone

Melone knows that at times he may be a little bit… too much, so he turns it down for as much as he can so his “strange” tendencies won’t scare Y/n off. For the first few months purple-haired is nothing but sweet and caring, looking pretty normal, just like an average man that doesn’t think of breeding and all possible kinks every two minutes of his time

Even though, he acts like a gentleman with Y/n. Carrying heavy bags for you, giving you a hand when you get up, and if you’re studying medicine he’s up to help you if you have problems with understanding something. Melone had been studying for almost four years at medical uni but got kicked out for having sex with his cogrouper right in the uni. So he may be pretty helpful if you don’t get something or if you’re just interested in medicine

Least favorite rival: I can’t say that he cares much about other guys from La Squadra, but if he had to pick out one it’d be Illuso. It’s not about the way brunette tries to charm Y/n, purple-haired from every beginning didn’t like this guy. All of his conceit and arrogant behavior - it all just pisses Melone off

Pesci

Pesci is so so timid with Y/n, every time you walk by him, saying hi or just smiling at him, poor boy’s heart twists into tight knots. How are you so sweet? How are you so perfect?

Despite all your friendliness green-haired is still incredibly bashful, he is simply afraid of approaching Y/n. It doesn’t matter how much he likes you, Pesci just can’t force himself to try and initiate a chat. Sometimes Prosciutto helps him out with that a little (even though he doesn’t realize that he helps), but blonde is still careful with his actions, not letting even his precious Pesci get too close to Y/n

Least favorite rival: Formaggio. This guy is so noisy and vigorous, every time Pesci finally pulls himself together and finds the courage to approach Y/n this guy seems to appear from fucking nowhere, hogging your attention all to himself and leaving green-haired an angry blushing mess

Sorbet and Gelato

At the very beginning it feels more like you are Sorbet’s and Gelato’s child and they’re your parents fretting over you. They often take you with them on some trips, Gelato helps you with your school (if it’s something he knows about), Sorbet picks you up from work/school and drives you home etc

Sorbet is more of a tease, playing around with you, shamelessly flirting with Y/n, littering with not so pure compliments and comments. His touches are a little bit too long, his gazes are slightly too intense, even stupidest one would notice brunette’s longing for Y/n. Gelato is way less intense than his husband, blonde is way easier with his words, charming you with his sweet talking and constant doting. He’s more of a pillow that eases the expression Sorbet gives you

Sorbet’s least favorite rival: Risotto. Brunette hates how calm and well-composed Capo is, what if Y/n thinks that albino is cooler than he is? But Sorbet immediately makes a new plan in his head: if Risotto is more of a dad to Y/n, always doting on you and being so kind, Sorbet’s going to become your daddy, making you fall for him and Gelato, make you hungry for their attention

Gelato’s least favorite rival: blonde is pretty acknowledged that everyone in La Squadra tryies to get Y/n to themselves, he sees everyone (except Sorbet ofc) as his rival. Man dislikes everyone, seeing them as his opponents, but he doesn’t have a least favorite one. Yes, other members are hella pain in the ass, but blonde is pretty sure that Y/n will end up in his and Gelato’s arms anyways, so there’s no need to jangle his nerves

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dodo-begone · 4 years ago

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It's the Cat's Life for Me

Pairing: Ranboo x Reader, Tommy x Reader, Tubbo x Reader, Purpled x Reader

Request: Can I have your take on the yandere boys (purpled, ranboo, tommy, and tubbo) with a cat hybrid reader? Don't overwork yourself and remember self care! <3

Word count: 1.6k words

A/n: This all platonic, nothing romantic. Also oops i didn't make it yandere- misread it.

Ranboo

He’d definitely be excited to meet you, especially since you’re a hybrid. He’s an enderman hybrid and you are? Oh a cat hybrid! That’s really cool! You two should hang out a few times- it’ll be great.

When he realizes and puts the pieces together, he gets ultra excited. Most cats don’t like water, right? So does that mean you don’t like water or- oh you definitely don’t like water! Or water in that way. Maybe water period- you know what he shouldn’t and won’t try that again.

Now you two playfully threaten each other with water. You, at least, would have a squirt bottle at the reader for whenever the moment is right. Ranboo does the same. Think old wild west style shoot off. That’s what happens.

There has to be loads of cuddle sessions with purring. Specifically to calm one of you down. Or both of you. Doesn’t matter, works all the same.

I don’t care what Mojang said; endermen can and will be fluffy.>:( They have to be. So you just pet each other to help calm down. Either be pet or pet, that is the question. Honestly it’s a “whatever you think works best for you bud” thing.

So I already mentioned how you helped with his anxiety. But I want to go slightly more in depth with it. Anytime he seems like he’s panicking, and you get his permission, you just flop on him and purr up a storm. The combination of weight, sound, heat and feeling is very comforting to him. You’re like a living weighted blanket!

Also you totally nap on him during this time, making it impossible for him to stand up and do anything. Just designated chill time.

When this man enderwalks, it’s a whole cute show. Just an enderman hybrid, slightly hunched and walking around the server, muttering stuff in a different language. Then you got that cat hybrid that’s following him and occasionally rubbing against him. Especially if they think he’s about to get into trouble.

Sometime he’ll just pick you up and carry you around with him. It’s the equivalent of a child picking up the family cat and walking around with it. He isn’t properly holding you so you do that cat slinky thing where they just elongate like a slinky. You aren’t pleased but you can’t get out of his grasp.

Tommy

Okay kinda following the headcannon that Tommy has wings here. But when he finds out you’re a cat hybrid? Oh man this is so cool! What cat things can you do? Do you know? Want to find out? Want to commit science with him?

He will drop you from great heights and free fall with you. It’s a fun activity only the two of you can enjoy together.

Before you hit the ground, he’ll do his best to grab you and land. Other times aren’t that fortunate so you just land on the ground yourself. Mostly on your feet but there were a few times Tommy messed you your angle. He’ll always make sure you’re okay by the end.

Like any bird, he will love to annoy you. There is no safe place. Look away or don’t pay attention when he’s talking? Grab and gentle yoink the tail. Loves to just attack your tail when you’re relaxed or least expect it.

Once he realizes what effect catnip has on you, it’s game over. He can get you to do whatever he wants! After you play, rub, eat and sniff the catnip. And if he can get and keep your attention. Maybe this was a mistake…

Will absolutely get you cat toys. You don’t enjoy them, yet you do. It’s Tommy’s way of patronizing you but they’re also so fun. Man what a conundrum....

His favorite toy to get you is a laser pointer. Easy entertainment for everyone! Plus it’s his secret weapon. Admittedly his newest. It was something he should’ve realized ages ago. But now? Oh it’s his new best friend- besides you of course.

Losing an argument? Pull out the laser pointer? Wanting you to do something because he’s too lazy? Point that little red dot at a point where you pouncing on it gets his job done.

Play fighting is a very common occurrence between the two of you. Happens right out of the blue. You two could literally be chilling on a hill and then you two are wrestling aggressively on the ground.

Tommy also tries to spook you. Is it effective? Sometimes. Usually not. But when he’s able to get you to jump and just bolt away screaming? Man those are the best reactions! You jump so high too!

Tubbo

Aw man, here comes another fuzzy duo!! You two can easily chill out with each other. It’s incredible. You both calm down together. And just chit chat so much. Emotional support friend? Sure.

You’re so good with Micheal too. Micheal just wants to pet you so much. Big cat? But also human? Good friend? Cool friend? Soft and fuzzy friend!! You’re like a giant talking cat to him, for lack of a better description. You can do human stuff. You just got some animal features.

Another duo that will just cuddle. Bring in Ranboo and Micheal while you’re at it. Make it a family cuddle session!! The little group will see two people cuddling and go “I must join”.

I feel he has an area to grow plants in Snowchester. He just has to. So you know what that means? He’ll grow you stuff! Load of cat grass and some catnip along with other greenery that you like to much on. He makes sure they aren’t poisonous to cats- wait how much of that will apply to you? Do you know?

Okay so you two play fight, but much less aggressively than you and Tommy would. You two also include Micheal. Very gentle play fighting then. Like ultra.

You two fight with what your instincts are telling you. Mostly acting out on the funny animal behaviors that’ll make Micheal laugh or just to have fun with it.

He will get you so many soft things. Just so much. Soft blankets, fluffy pillows and so much else man. Especially trying to get the squishy and soft stuff so you can knead it. Honestly a very endearing sight. You purr so heavily doing it.

Now you two will do gentle headbutts of affection. Very gentle, mind you. You two are very wary of the horns that peak through Tubbo’s fluffy hair. Sometimes the two of you won’t gently butt heads, but butt your heads against other body parts like the upper arm or shoulder. To grab attention and show affection.

Purpled

Now this relationship is going to be mildly different from the get go. There won’t be an innate sense of “what’s right” or how hybrids function as a being/person. See, Purpled is a human. You are a cat hybrid. Two very different species. The backgrounds and some of the body language is different, but you two manage quite well.

So he’ll treat you differently than the other hybrids. Well, only a wee bit. He’lll treat you like the others but in a different way, with a different tone to his actions. It’s very sweet, but you tell him it’s not necessary. He still does it.

One of the cat-like things he found out was that you don’t like water. People usually like water and some cats like water, yet you’re like a majority of cats. You despise getting wet. Attempts at smacking anything that’s getting you wet was what clued him in on this. Specifically when he accidentally did it. Oops.

You two can’t swim together. Napping is really out of the question because he has work and sleeping doesn’t seem like the most interesting activity. Although relaxing, it isn’t too productive.

Activities are hard to come by; stuff you’d want to do with Purpled is stuff he definitely doesn’t want to do and vise versa. After a standstill on what to do, you two started to get creative with the ideas.

Building super tall buildings? Although not safe for Purpled, you can easily take the fall. Along with that, Purpled is more than happy to build tall things. You can’t tell me otherwise because this man built a whole ufo.

Sometimes he’ll even bring you on his mercenary missions. It’s a cool way to hang out and have some more one-on-one time and you two get to work together. A very pog situation.

He tries to give you a part of the money; 50-50 for you guys. But you deny. It was his job, you just came around. Although not too happy about it, because you two worked together on this, he’ll concede. After all, he can just slowly slip the money into your house.

On these trips you not only provide companionship but you also are more than ready to work. Maybe playing coy and cute for a patron at a bar to lure them out and away from the public eye to be executed by Purpled. Or it could be a simple distraction of someone running by. Maybe you’re able to pickpocket the target and get what’s needed. You’re a cute and fuzzy swiss army knife

He loves to get on higher surfaces than you and try to pick you up. Even if it’s only enough to just get your feet on the ground. You do the little cat extension thingy and he thinks that’s super cool and funny. So he’ll do it often. Though you try to object, claiming to not enjoy the process at all. Yet that smile and giggles say otherwise.

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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Hybrid!Reader Galore-SBI (and one Awesamdude)

So I am combining four different requests with this one post because I have recently discovered that I am allowed to do that hahaha. So instead of five separate posts, it’s one big post!! I hope you enjoy!!! (There is a bonus idea at the bottom, it is not SBI, rather a Sam idea and it is so amazing and is not mine, the idea comes from our very own Sunflower anon who has my whole heart.)

Elytran

Well first things first, you guessed it. You have wings. You have beautiful wings that allow you to fly for miles and miles without getting tired. They are big and cover most of your back. When they’re not in use, they’re tucked in tightly to your back for save keeping.

You and Philza are obviously very close. You and he can relate on so many levels. You spend a lot of time bonding over your wings. You know you can always go to him when you have questions about your wings and he is always willing to give you his knowledge, tips, and tricks on how to properly take care of your wings and stuff like that. I like to imagine that the two of you definitely help each other preen your wings. He more so you though. Like if it has been too long in his opinion he will force you to sit down on a chair so that you’re straddling it and your stomach is pressed against the back of the chair and he very carefully pulls the loose feathers and gets all of the grass and leaves and stuff out of your wings. Every so often you will return the favor, but because he’s been around so long he is practically perfect at doing his own wings himself and so he usually just focuses on you because you’re his kid and he wants to make sure that you’re taken care of. He gets a lot of the preening done when you two are sitting on the couch together and you’re snuggled up to his chest and his hand is just softly trailing up and down your wings. Smoothing out your feathers and carefully pulling out the ones that need to come out. It feels very nice and is very comforting.

I also feel though that your brothers would also do this to you sometimes. Just when you’re having a conversation with one of them they will grab your shoulders and turn you around and you would be forced to talk to them as they pick at your wings. Sometimes Tommy is too rough and so he can only do it when he’s absolutely calm. I 100% believe that before his death, Wilbur was the best brother to go to for help with your wings when Phil wasn’t around. He has the hands of musician, steady and gentle hands but still calloused and rough from years of plucking at a guitar. So he would be really good at being careful but also would be very good at picking out the things that needed to go while also being good at, i guess, petting your wings. I feel like Techno would be okay at it, not as good as Phil and Wilbur though. I feel like Tommy could be too rough sometimes. I feel like there are two different Techno’s you could get. A soft and gentle Techno who is very careful when messing with your wings or a rough and quick Techno that just really wants to be done with whatever you’ve asked him to do. So you would have to catch Techno on a good day in order for him to be able to properly help you.

Like Philza and Techno do, You and Philza go on adventures together all the time, only there is a slight difference obviously. You two go on flights. You two fly for hours at a time sometimes, not always have a particular destination in mind. You two just like to fly together. It’s such a freeing feeling. You two just fly together, feel the wind in your hair and your wings. The time is usually spent just chatting about anything and everything. It’s nice. You just get to spend a lot of time with your dad and you get to feel free and get to get away from all of the drama of the smp. I like to imagine that sometimes you two fly for so long that you get too tired to keep flying, but you have to get home. So Phil will pick you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, and he will fly the two of you home. He’s been alive for hundred of years and has had years of flying practice and so he almost never gets tired from flying and so he has absolutely no problem carrying you home if you’re too tired. Once you get a bit older and stuff, I also like to think that you’re able to do the same for your brothers, obviously not as long as Philza can, but you can pick them up and take them on a little flight around the server. Tommy would love it the most. He would cling to you, terrified you would drop him, but he would love being so high up, seeing everything and feeling free. He would love that he actually got to feel like a kid again. Wilbur and Techno would like it a lot less than Tommy. They would take you up on the offer every once in a while, but I don’t think they would like it that much. Like Techno would like to feel the wind through his hair and to feel free and not have to worry about anything, but I feel like he would just be hella scared that you’re going to drop him. He’s a big man and he trusts you a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re strong enough to hold him. Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of headcanon that Wilbur is scared of heights. I don’t know why, I just kind of get that vibe from him. So like on the very very very rare occasion where you take him for a fly, he spends the whole time clinging to you for dear life with his face buried in your neck and his eyes clenched tightly closed. You can’t help but laugh at him though. You asked him about it once, why he accepts your offer if he’s so terrified, his answer warmed your heart. “I just like spending time with you. Anyway that I can.” (Complete side note, Ghostbur on the other hand would love love love love to go on flights with you. Like would beg you almost every day to go on one.)

Ghast hybrid

Listen, I am not saying this to exclude anyone okay? Please don’t take it as that, but you would be pale. You would be so pale. It’s the ghast in you and so you would be so pale. Like I feel you would almost have to wear a hat or put on sunscreen every time you left the house in the overworld because you would so easily be burned. That being said, you definitely would thrive in the nether. Like the heat and the brightness of the lava wouldn’t bother you at all as you travel through your home biome. You would also be able to fly. You would move so smoothly through the sky. You wouldn’t have wings or anything like that, you would just be able to fly. But like it would be so funny to scare the hell out of Tommy. Like you two are arguing or something or he’s just being annoying and so you just start fucking levatating as you stare him down. He would 100% shriek and run away from you causing you to laugh.

You always accompany any of the boys when they go into the nether for anything because no hostile mobs will attack if you’re nearby. Ghasts won’t shoot at you, hoglins won’t charge, blaze won’t fireball… you get it. Like the nether is your home and you are one of them, and they know that. You also are super good at navigating the nether. Think Human GPS but like half ghast GPS instead haha. You have absolutely saved the boys’ asses on more than one occasion. Like one time Techno wasn’t paying attention and he was just kind of walking around in the nether freely without thinking about it. He was going on and on about how it was nice to have you here but he probably could have handled it himself. He was right in the middle of telling you about how he probably could navigate the nether better than you when he literally walked straight off a cliff that hung right over a giant lava lake. You didn’t have time to laugh at his obliviousness. You knew that he couldn’t swim in lava, he may be a piglin hybrid that can survive the heat, but he absolutely could not swim in lava. So you very quickly ran right off of the edge of the cliff, flew down to him and just before he could sink into the lava, you grabbed him and flew him back up to the edge of the cliff. Once he was secure with solid ground under his feet, Techno would pull you into a giant hug. “Thank you,” he murmurs in your hair. You can’t help but giggle as you hug him back. “Of course. What was I going to do? Let you die? Besides, now we have prove of who’s the better nether navigator.” And Techno goes to argue but you just stare at him with a raised eyebrow and so his mouth snaps shut. You both knew you won that.

So Ghast tears right? So when you get upset to the point of crying, you do your best to keep in the tears because when you cry, they literally leave tear stains. Like your cheeks are stained and scarred for the next few hours because of the tears. It burns and is a painful thing, so you try to avoid it as much as possible. Another thing that happens when you’re upset is you begin to breathe fire and shoot fireballs out of your mouth. You accidentally discovered this once when Techno wouldn’t give you back your axe and you accidentally fireballed him into a wall, exploding parts of the wall as well. So when you get angry/upset, you clamp your mouth closed and don’t speak. That is the telltale sign that you’re angry, when you go silent. Tommy loves to push you at this point. Saying anything he can to get you to… well explode. It’s only worked once. Let’s just say that Tommy’s clothes and hair got a bit singed and he didn’t mess with you while you were upset for a few months afterwards.

Something useful about your tears is they can make regeneration potions. Obviously they aren’t full effect because you are only half ghast, but they still work. So even if you are crying and you are upset, you’re always sure to physically bottle up some of your tears when you do cry so that someone, mostly you or Techno, could make regeneration potions with them.

Raccoon hybrid

TRASH PANDAS!!!! Okay, right, sorry.

So we will begin with looks. You have little raccoons on top of your head, dark circles around your eyes, and a fuzzy black and white ringed tail. You have to take very good care of your ears and of your tail, making sure that it doesn’t get matted and stuff. I also feel you’re rather short. And sometimes you feel out of place among the absolute giants that are your brothers.

I feel like you would get along the best with Tommy. THIS IS NOT AN INSULT AT ALL but like for some reason I get a raccoon type vibe from Tommy. So I feel like you two would just vibe very well together. You’re mostly nocturnal due to your raccoon hybrid and Tommy is a 16 year old hyper boy who doesn’t like authority that much. So like he very often can be found in your room late at night. The two of you laughing and just hanging out together. If you get him on a good night, he will carefully pet your tail or brush it while you talk. You two have bonded a lot and shared a lot of sweet moments through your nocturnal nights together.

That being said, it does not stop Tommy from making fun of you. Raccoons are thought to be colorblind and Tommy knows this applies to you and does not stop making fun of you for it. “Hey Y/N! What color is this flower?” “Fuck off.” Because Tommy makes fun of you, you like to prank him a lot. Raccoons are actually very clever and this absolutely applies to you. You can move very quietly if you want so you manage to always prank Tommy really well…. That being said, you also find yourself very often ruining your own pranks because of how loud you can be. Have you ever heard a raccoon rummaging through your garbage at night? It feels like the loudest thing in the world lol. So sometimes you are accidentally careless and are very loud.

Raccoons can fall from pretty high heights without getting hurt, so you would be able to do the same. It would have been a total accident of how you found out though. You would have been helping Tommy build a random cobblestone tower when he accidentally pushed you off the tower. You didn’t have a water bucket and there was no water below you, so you literally prepared yourself for the loss of your first canon life. Your body finally hit the ground and you were left a little breathless from the force of the hit, but nothing hurt. You checked your wrist and found you had only lost one heart. Even though you were completely fine, Philza still gave Tommy hell for pushing you off the tower and grounded him for a few weeks. Even though you know you’d be fine from a big fall, you are still very careful when you’re high up. Like I said, you know you’ll be fine, but you don’t want to push the boundaries.

I feel like you have definitely been caught rummaging through the trash before. You were probably just bored and looking for something to do, or just something to play with and so on instinct, you reached into the trash and began searching through it. Philza would be the one to catch you. He wouldn’t even react too. He would simply let out a sigh, walk over to you, grab your arms and pull them out of the trash and walk you over to the sink before making you wash your hands. While you were doing that, he would take out the trash, making a mental note to get a more efficient/better way of getting rid of your trash.

Cow Hybrid

Yes yes yes yes. Okay okay. I love cows. Okay.

Starting out as always, appearance. So I think that you would have a few brown and white spots littering your skin. You’re entirely covered in them, but there are some on your arms, torso, and legs. You also have little horns that poke out of your hair. They’re a bit sensitive and your hair gets caught on them a lot, but they’re hella cute. You’re ears are where a human’s ears are, but they’re a bit bigger and a little more pink and flimsy than normal human ears. You also have a thin tail that pokes out behind you. You use it to swat things, mostly Tommy, away from you. When someone gets hit by your tail, it stings quite a bit. Your skin is rather tough, not like super tough, but like it has a rather leathery feel. So not only does it hurt when you hit people, but it can also be a bit harder for you to get hurt/cut and stuff. Which is rather nice.

Something just random but hella cute that I like to think happens is that if you’re out walking, with or without your family, baby cows will begin to follow you. If they get far enough away from their parents and you happen to be nearby, they 100% will begin to follow you. It warms your heart a little bit, but it also worries you because you don’t want to upset their parents, but the adult cows just think it’s really funny. Like, it is so obvious that you’re not a full cow and that you’re barely an adult yourself, but the baby cows will still follow you and it is just so funny.

I feel like when you get very frustrated, you begin to moo or let out huffs and puffs. The boys find it very funny, but also not to bring it up to you. One time Wilbur made the mistake of laughing out loud when you mooed…. You charged him and tackled him and broke the table. So now the boys have just learned to try and comfort you and then laugh in private.

Listen I have seen many photos and videos of cows being petted and owners sitting in fields and the cow comes over and just lays on them and cuddles them and so like I feel that a lot of the times when you would find someone sitting on the couch or something, just chilling, you would try and cuddle up to them. Tommy and Techno wouldn’t like it as much, they would give you like a pat on the back before shoving you off. Philza would chuckle but allow you to rest there. Wilbur would absolutely let you cuddle up to him and oftentimes would wrap his arms around you and hold you to him. I also feel like he would be the only one to do it back to you. If you were just seated somewhere lounging around, Wilbur would absolutely flop down on top of you, crushing you a little bit, yes, but it is still nice… not having to be the one to initiate the contact. So you would just giggle and wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face either in his curly hair or in his chest, it depends on how he flops down on top of you. Wilbur would also absolutely pet and stroke your horns and would just let you relax completely against him.

A lot of the time you can be found with a piece of hay hanging out of your mouth. I feel like you would just enjoy the taste but also just the feel of the plant on your tongue as you chew would be so comforting. Philza at first would try to take the thin straw out of your mouth but after you almost cried about it, he decided to just left it alone and let you do whatever you want. Tommy still tries to steal it from your mouth, but you’ve gotten good at chomping down on it and not letting it go. Techno gives you a little bit of a weird look but goes on about it. (It’s because he absolutely has tried it without you knowing and he hated it so much and he has no idea how the hell you keep doing it.) Wilbur I feel would be the one to help you keep your supply of it and would always get you a new one if you needed it. I feel like you would offer him one and he will sometimes accept it, but he doesn’t like it but he doesn’t want you to feel that your habits are weird so he partakes to make you feel better. Also for eating, you would love everything wheat based and would have a field day with things like that. You absolutely cannot and will not eat beef and you will not be around if anyone around you is eating it. It makes you sick to your stomach. So you don’t eat a lot of meat and you’re mostly vegetarian. Philza is more than willing to adjust his recipes to accommodate you and make sure that you’re okay at meal times.

Minecraft cows avoid going into water at about all costs, so I feel like you would do the same. You would avoid everything from stepping in puddles to swimming across the river to even having a beach day at the ocean. I think you would be fine, it’s just the floating in water and having your feet not be completely on solid ground that you hate. Your family sometimes makes fun of you for it because they have to build a bridge of some kind or craft a boat for the smallest thing of water, but in reality they want you to be comfortable and so they do everything to make it so you could have your way when it comes to the water like that. When Wilbur becomes Ghostbur, Ghostbur likes to hang out with you a lot because you’re good company but also because he knows you don’t go anywhere near water, and he’s allergic to water so it works out very well for you.

Cat hybrid w Creeper hybrid Sam

So 🌻 had this fucking amazing idea okay. Like all credit for this idea goes to her, I am but a simple writer that wrote it out a little bit more, but this was completely her idea and she has my whole heart because she has a big brain. It is praise 🌻 hours friends!

So you are the newest addition to the SMP, a cute little cat hybrid. You have cute, fluffy ears that sit on the top of your head and you have a matching fluffy tail that pokes out behind you. Everyone that has met you agrees that you’re very cute and very sweet to everyone. Everyone loves to be around you and loves to spend time with you….. Well almost everyone.

As we have learned in previous hybrid headcanons, Sam is terrified of cats. It’s the creeper in him and he feels so bad that he avoids you so admently, but he cannot help the trepidation that swells in his veins when he’s near you. He has tried to approach you several times, tried to properly introduce himself, but he just couldn’t get close enough to you to do it. Sam had definitely asked others about you though and had fallen in love with you through the other’s descriptions and through watching you from afar, trying his best not to be seen. You weren’t dumb though, you knew he was there watching you. And when he took his eyes off of you, you let your stare turn to him as well. You let yourself stare at the man that refused to approach you. You, like him, asked around about him and you learned about him through others. You learned about how passionate he was about his work, how kind he was, how he had practically adopted a few of the minors on the server, how he was such a nice guy. It made your heart ache. If he was such a nice guy, why would he only watch you from a far then? Why wouldn’t he approach you? He must hate you… Yeah that had to be it, he heard about you, watched you for a bit, and decided that he didn’t like you… It made you hella sad, but it’s just something you would have to deal with and live with…. Oh well…. Better get building your house.

Sam decided that he would try to make a move on you. He wanted to get to know you better through your own words and stuff, not just what others had to think about you. So he decided he would try to approach you while you were working on your house. Sam didn’t want to come empty handed, he figured he had already made a bad enough impression on you by not approaching you sooner, so he picks some flowers, roses and sunflowers because I’m a self indulgent bitch, and he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the plot of land that you have claimed as your own. He finds you working on the front wall of your house and he finds it very easy to approach you when you’re not paying attention to him. He is getting rather close to you, the closest he’s ever been to you and he’s really proud of himself. You must have sensed him, or heard his footsteps or something though, because your head snaps to look over your shoulder and your gaze locks with his and every single bit of confidence that Sam had worked up leaves his body. The fear of being around a cat fills him and he can’t help but let the flowers fall from his fingers and he sprints away. “Hey! Wait!” You call after him, rushing forward a bit, trying to stop him. But he’s gone so fast that you can only get to where he dropped the flowers before he’s out of sight. You can’t help but let out a sigh as you turn around. He must really hate you huh? Your eyes catch the flowers on the ground and you bend down to pick them up. Are these for you? They must be if he brought them here… Even if he did drop them on the ground to run away from you. Either way, you brought the pretty flowers to your nose and took a deep breath through your nose, inhaling the sweet scent. You can’t help the smile that curls on your face as you make your way “inside” of you under construction. You very quickly find a vase and get some water and set the flowers on a makeshift table in your house before going back to building the walls, every time your gaze catching the flowers, a grin growing on your face.

Sam berates himself when he gets back home for how stupid it was for him to just leave like that. So he tells himself he is going to go back tomorrow and at least introduce himself to you. He will speak at least three words to you. The next day comes and he does as he’s promised. He gathers all of his confidence again before making his way back to your land. He freezes just outside the property line and sees that you have constructed your walls and you are now working on your roof. Your back is to him once again and so he lets out a deep breath before deciding to make the first move. “Hi there!” He shouts from his spot, about 25 blocks away from you. Your attention moves from what you were doing to the man that called out to you. You were very surprised to find Sam standing there. “Hi! Can I help you with something?” You call back. Sam takes a deep breath, happiness filling him at the fact you were actually having a conversation and he wasn’t running. “I uh, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Sam, it’s very nice to meet you.” You give the man a warm smile, “I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to finally meet you Sam… I must admit, I thought that maybe you hated me because you seemed to avoid me like the plague,” you tease, moving a few materials around before sitting down to face him. A blush that you can’t see spreads across his face as he scratches the back of his neck as he subconsciously takes a few steps forward. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t hate you… It’s just that you’re a cat hybrid and my creeper side doesn’t like that very much. I’m sorry I made it seem like I hated you.” It all made so much sense to you now and you couldn’t help but feel bad for feeling that he hated you. “Oh!” You let out, laughing at yourself causing Sam to smile, he liked your laugh. “That’s right… I forgot that. Well, I’m sorry I scare you” you claim with a giggle. Sam gives you a slight smile as he takes another few steps forward, “It’s alright, not your fault. Just both of our natures,” Sam claims eliciting a hum out of you as you nod your head.

The two of you take the next few minutes to get to know each other just a bit better. Even though you scare him still a little bit, Sam can’t help but inch his way toward you. You notice this but don’t say anything about it, you only smile.

Sam is telling you about his latest redstone project when it happens. You momentarily forget your on your roof and so you move to lean in closer to hear him better and it happens. You slip. You feel yourself falling from your roof. It’s pretty high up, easily at least 15 blocks high. You’re pretty relaxed about it, but Sam is panicking. He makes the split decision and he rushes forward and catches you in his arms. Half of his mind is screaming for him to run away from you by the other half is screaming for him to stay and make sure you're okay. You are very surprised to land in his arms but it is a very welcome surprise. You two lock eyes and you give him a big smile. “Hey” you greet casually. Sam gives a big gulp before giving you a nervous smile back, “Hey.” You have a very quick mental debate with yourself before saying screw it to yourself, “Guess you could say I fell for you huh?” The joke causes a bit of tension to leave Sam and he lets out a little giggle and shakes his head. “Guess you could say I caught feelings then huh?” he retorts with a cheesy grin. You blush a little bit before leaning up and kissing his cheek making him blush too. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Sam blurts out. You’re a bit surprised at the question but you very quickly nod, “I would love to Sam. Are you sure you’ll be okay though?” You ask him. He gives you a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Now that I know what it’s like to hold you I’m not sure I ever want to let you go.” The heat returns to your cheeks, but like a million times hotter now. You left speechless for a few moments causing Sam to chuckle and set you down, but his hands don’t leave your waist and yours don’t leave his shoulders. You two simply beam at each other for a while before Sam looks over to your house, “Do you want some help?” he offers. You give a series of quick nods, “Yeah that would be wonderful… Thank you.”

(So I was going to make it a little funny because cats don’t take fall damage and so like hybrid cat reader wouldn’t either but then I began writing the little scene at the end and I liked that a lot and I couldn’t find anywhere to squeeze it in without ruining the mood. So just please think about how Sam got over his fear of cats because he thought you were in danger of getting hurt, but you weren’t because fall damage doesn’t affect you, and so he caught you even though it terrified him… That’s all. Hope you enjoyed)

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years ago

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It’s Him vs. The Dog~

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-You know it don’t you? You can see it in his eyes that his resolve is faltering. He knows you know it, and that’s why you bring out all the stops. You poke out that lip with a quiver, eyes widening in desperation as you give a small sniffle or two. His eyes dart down to the puppy you’re presenting with both hands in front of him. It’s fur dingy from the filth of the street, it’s little tail tucked away between it’s tiny legs. He’s malnourished for certain, but that doesn’t particularly mean you should just bring it in. There are places that specialize in that for Pete sake! However, he can’t do it...he can’t say no to you when you beg him like this. You know it’s a dirty trick giving him that look, but it works nonetheless and now you were happily skipping home alongside him with the puppy tucked at your side in your warm coat.

-He wasn’t really a pet type of person. Sure he had a turtle or fish or two growing up but never something like a dog or cat. He didn’t really know the appeal behind the creatures to begin with. But watching you in the bathroom that night as you sung soft lullabies while bathing the filth from it’s coat really made Rikiya’s heart flutter. He decided perhaps he’d made the right decision after all when he allowed you to bring the puppy into your shared home.

-He was wrong...

-That damned dog was taking up all of your attention. Not only that but you needed to potty train it, walk it, feed it, and everything in between. The creature also had a knack for chewing important things, leaving white fur everywhere, and sneaking food off the low coffee table. He couldn’t even cuddle with you properly due to the pup. And on top of this, he was sure the dog didn’t like him as it growled and nipped at him when he got too near:

-Re Destro would come home to various piddle puddles in his home before you made it back. That meant he was the one that had to clean up all the dog pee. Not to mention the poop as well! Because when you moved in and told him to do away with all the maids in the house, it made it all the more difficult for him to adjust to this moment. It started to feel like he was the maid in his own home. He couldn’t have much time with you while you were taking care of the little guy. You even signed the puppy up for training and socializing classes. Every time he tried to complain about it, you told him that the classes would help the puppy stop being so aggressive toward him.

-The thing was shedding like crazy and left fur on basically everything black, which normally wouldn't be a problem...if he hadn’t owned a MULTITUDE of black furniture and expensive black suits as well! On top of that, he paid to have a very expensive slice of steak for dinner at a restaurant on the way home. It was his favorite place to eat and as a treat he only took himself there once every month. When Rikiya returned with the cut of meat, he placed it on the low coffee table in the living room and went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of wine. When he returned, the meat was gone! His eyes darted toward the corner of the room where the puppy was scarfing it all down. He checked his watch to realize the restaurant was closed for the night and his stress marks quickly spread about his face, creating a mask around his eyes.

-At night when he wanted to hold you close, it was damn near impossible these days. You insisted on sleeping with the puppy in the bed and that Re Destro needed to make some space so that he didn’t accidentally roll over in the bed and crush the pup. He couldn’t even get near you during the day either! That damn dog would growl and nip any time he tried to be near you. He was convinced it was all on purpose at that the dog was trying to steal his place. You only laughed at the idea and rolled your eyes. “Jealous of the dog???” He groaned while you laughed at him. “Rikiya, it’s okay! I promise you I’m still all yours. After the training is done then he’ll definitely want to be around you more. Just give the little baby some time to learn.” You said before turning all your attention back to the puppy. He scoffed and spoke quietly under his breath when he left the room while you were coddling the thing.

-”I sure hope the classes work for it’s sake.” He grumbled as he sunk into the couch cushions with a grimace.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #re destro #re destro x reader #rikiya yotsubashi #meta liberation army #mla #Headcanon

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annabethy · 4 years ago

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Percy calling Annabeth "love" by accident or it slipped out or something and then finding out she really loves it and it becoming a thing and in a few months they're so used to it it's a part of their lived

in which Percy and Annabeth haven’t been dating all that long, and he accidentally calls her love,, percabeth,,

Percy quickly learns that there’s a million different things he loves about dating Annabeth.

From the first time they kissed, he fell in love with the feeling of her lips on his. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with the feeling of her skin against his, or the way she slips perfectly into his arms with every hug.

Even at sixteen, he knows that this is the girl that he’s going to marry someday.

Still, they’ve decided to take things slowly, and he loves that just as much. There’s something he loves so much about their ephemeral touches as they pass by the pavilion or the excitement when they do decide to take things further, letting those fleeting kisses turn into something more heated and passionate.

Slow. It’s not the worst thing in the world, he thinks.

He especially likes slow in moments like these when Annabeth is in his cabin past dark, just lying in his lap while he twirls strands of her curls between his fingers. It’s peaceful and familiar, and it’s just as he likes it to be.

He’s sure that she’s fallen asleep by now with the way her breathing is even and her eyes closed so he can inspect every detail of her face, but she shifts slightly, and he smiles.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing a finger against cheek. “You’re still awake?”

Annabeth smiles and stretches languidly, and Percy desperately wants to kiss her with how cute and sleepy she looks right now. She yawns, and Percy audibly coos.

“You’re tired,” he notes. “You can go to sleep.”

“And miss the only time alone that we ever get? No way.”

Percy grins. “You’re missing it anyways laying here half-asleep.”

“You’re comfortable to lay on.”

“Am I?”

“Mhm. You’re like a cuddly teddy bear. My personal pillow.” Even as she speaks, her eyes begin to flutter shut.

Percy just keeps playing with her hair in silence for a bit before he speaks. “I must be a good pillow if you’re falling asleep that fast.” Annabeth’s eyes open and she looks at him playfully. “Shut up.”

“I’m not complaining,” he reassures her, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s cute. I like you when you’re not trying to kick my ass at capture the flag.”

“What do you mean trying? I play to win.”

Percy leans down slightly so he can kiss her. “If there’s anyone I’d want to lose to, it’s you.”

“Oh, you’re such a romantic loser. I love it.”

Percy smiles widely, eyes sparkling. “I try.”

“You know how you could be more romantic?”

“Hm?”

“Get me a glass of water. I’m thirsty.”

Percy throws his head back and groans, but he’s already lifting himself off the mattress to grab a fresh bottle he knows is around here somewhere. “Only because I really like you,” he says, shooting her a soft smile. He can’t deny her anything, really.

He tracks around his cabin in search of the water and hears Annabeth turning onto her side. It’s not until he turns around with the water in hand that he catches her eyes glued to him. He doesn’t say anything, instead slowly approaching her and holding the bottle out towards her. When she reaches for it, he pulls it back quickly.

“You were staring at me,” he says with a smirk, holding the bottle just out of her reach.

“You have a cute butt,” is what she says. It’s enough of a surprise to press a choked laugh out of his throat.

“Do I really?”

“You do. It’s so small and cute.”

“I’m glad you like my ass.”

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like mine too.” Percy isn’t really sure what to say to that. She’s not particularly wrong, but he’s definitely not going to tell her that.

Another thing he’s learned about her in their little time of dating is that late-night Annabeth is much looser in what she says. She says what’s on her mind, and it never fails to bring a subtle grin to his face because it’s not the way she normally speaks during the day when they’re around other people. It’s just the two of them, and it makes him feel trusted and a little more in love.

“Can I have my water now?” she asks, pouting her lips. It’s something she does because she knows it’s a foolproof method of getting her way. He can’t resist giving her what she wants when she looks like that.

Percy steps forwards again and hands her the water. “Here you go, love.”

It takes him a few seconds to realize what he’s just said, and it takes him a few more after that to see the look on Annabeth’s face.

Taking things slow has meant he hasn’t actually called her any pet names as much as he’s wanted to. He’s been so careful about this, making sure they move at a pace she’s comfortable with, so he certainly hadn’t meant to spit it out right now.

They’re slow, but this feels like a sudden push in their relationship, which is only a little bit ridiculous, he realizes, since it’s just a cute name.

Percy’s brain seems to be short-circuiting as his mouth drops open slowly. Annabeth’s looking him in the eyes again, but she seems to be more amused than anything.

“I’m–”

Annabeth laughs now, and Percy’s face flushes a bright red.

“I didn’t mean to call you that,” he tries, scratching his neck.

“No?”

“I mean… It’s not that I didn’t mean it. But I know you wanted to take things slow, and it just slipped out.”

Annabeth sits up on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her. Her arms reach out to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to her so she can kiss him properly.

“I liked it,” she whispers against him.

Percy’s lips twitch up, but he still feels the heat in his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad you liked it because I’m mortified.”

“Don’t be,” she says. “In fact… I think you should say it more often.”

“Well, now you’re just messing with me.”

“I’m serious.” Annabeth presses kisses up the side of his neck, and he thinks this is anything but slow. “I want you to keep calling me that.”

She tugs him harder towards her until he trips onto the bed. He just barely manages to catch himself before he crushes her, and when he does, she tilts him over so that she can kick one leg over him.

Percy lifts her chin back to his face so he can kiss her hard. “I think I can manage that.”

When her hands start sliding underneath his shirt, fingers tracing over each and every muscle that’s formed after years of intensive training, Percy feels lightheaded. He traces four letters onto her back over and over again, displaying the love he holds for her, as Annabeth tugs on the hem of his shirt.

It turns out that the opposite of slow is just as nice.

#percabeth #percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #my writing

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andypantsx3 · 4 years ago

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Hii can I request a deleted scene for "if I could keep cool" that tells chapter 2 from Shouto's POV? I would absolutely love to c what was going through Shouto's head when he figured out that Y/N was just a cleaning lady and what was the moment that made him want to ask her out when he saw her at his house afterwards! Thank u!!

I accidentally got carried away, so this bad boy is 1.9k!! My apologies lol. I hope you like it!!

It wasn’t every day that someone told Shouto Todoroki to go fuck himself.

Particularly not quirkless civilians, and never those he’d rescued.

There was usually a lot more breathless gratitude, some bowing and scraping, and—mystifyingly—a lot of phone numbers, handkerchiefs, and very unsubtle attempts to get a hand or two around his biceps. Shouto didn’t really know what his biceps had to do with it, but he’d seen the same thing happen to Midoriya and Kirishima as well—and Bakugou once, before he’d nearly gnawed the woman’s hands off—so he assumed it was just another social cue he’d never understand.

As little as he cared for social cues, however, he was certain that there was usually a lot more thank you and a little less go fuck yourself involved in the whole rescuing process.

But then, he’d also never told off a civilian for having been kidnapped before.

A civilian who, he’d come to realize almost immediately afterward, hadn’t deserved it.

When he’d asked his mother her advice over the phone, she’d told him the best thing to do was to be honest and try to start fresh. “White flowers mean forgiveness—tulips new beginnings,” she’d advised him.

So Shouto had ducked into the nearest florist and brought back an apology in hopes that you would accept it.

He might have known, however, that you’d manage to turn even a simple apology completely on its head.

The clatter of cleaning supplies in his kitchen on Thursday afternoon told Shouto you’d let yourself in for your usual shift. He followed the sound, only for it to halt at his approach, the kitchen seemingly empty as he drew nearer.

He stopped short, fighting down a surprised swell of amusement when he realized you’d ducked down, hiding yourself behind his counters as if anyone, especially a pro hero, might be fooled by that.

“I know you’re there,” he said, keeping his tone even.

He heard a muttered swear word, and then you were rising slowly to your feet, wearing a sheepish expression, and clutching a bottle of windex like a weapon.

You looked just as you had the day of your rescue, though obviously a little less harrowed by a kidnapping. You were dressed casually in jeans and a simple shirt, no indicator that you were an employee of a cleaning service—Shouto felt at least a little justified in his mistake from last week.

You were clearly a college student, the backpack dumped at his kitchen island was evidence of that much, overflowing with textbooks and notes as it was, and you looked just slightly disheveled, like you might have come straight from class.

It was part of some nebulous, unassuming appeal to you, now that he had occasion to notice. He’d remembered your features twisted up in disdain, but they were open in surprise now, your eyes wide, fixed on him. His own eyes were drawn to the scrunch of your nose, a little curl of embarrassment that he suddenly found himself unable to tear his gaze away from.

“I, uh, thought you weren’t supposed to be here,” you admitted to him with a visible cringe.

Shouto almost laughed. He didn’t know much about you, but it was clear to him now that you weren’t anything like a crazy fan. You looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. In fact, you looked rather like you might bolt any second.

A strange feeling shifted in his chest, and Shouto cut right to the chase.

“I owe you an apology,” he said simply.

You startled so violently that you dropped the windex. “W-what?”

Shouto sighed, admitting, “My manager schedules the cleaning days. I didn’t realize that you were—that is to say, I thought you were a fan who had broken in and managed to get kidnapped while you were at it.”

You gaped, another confused little expression that Shouto found himself fixating on with an intensity that surprised him. The weird feeling in his chest shifted, burning a little hotter.

He wondered absently what other expressions he could get you to make.

“Oh, I, um...nope. Not a fan,” you said, and the feeling grew more insistent.

He paused over the phrasing—not a fan.

It had never bothered him before, when someone was a bigger fan of a classmate than they were of him, or weren’t really a hero fan at all. Shouto honestly did not quite understand why hero work was so tied up in fandom in the first place, and only attended fan events because his manager’s temper was not a thing to be trifled with.

He wanted to be a hero who put people at ease, but ease was the last thing he felt with people clamoring all over him. Fighting villains was infinitely more preferable.

So why did your admission that you weren’t a fan of his niggle at his brain, like a particularly insistent parasite?

Who were you a fan of, if not him?

“...Well, glad that’s cleared up now. I’ll just, uh, go then,” you said, grabbing an armful of the cleaning supplies and shoving it back under the sink hastily.

Shouto had moved before he knew what he was doing, getting himself in between you and the door out to the hallway.

“Wait,” he said, feeling uncomfortable. “I want to make up for what I said to you. You...didn’t deserve that, especially not right after you’d been kidnapped by a villain.”

He watched you eye the space between his hip and the counter, like you were considering making a break for it. As he watched your face, he felt some strange hope that you might try it, a certainty he would catch you.

...Why did he want to catch you?

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. You saved me, we can call it even.”

Shouto’s mouth turned down minutely. He’d behaved badly, but surely you’d credit him better manners than that. “It’s my fault you were taken in the first place. I’d like to apologize properly.”

Your face did something weird, then, another distracting little curl of the nose. “You don’t actually have to go fuck yourself,” you blurted.

Shouto stared at you, caught off guard.

“Uh, I mean. You saved my life,” you babbled suddenly. “And yeah what you said to me was super rude, but what I said to you was also super rude. So, um, I’m sorry too. And I really would just like to call it even and forget about it because it’s super embarrassing for both of us and I could literally die thinking about it.”

You stopped suddenly, looking self-conscious like you’d realized you’d been rambling. Shouto almost wished you hadn’t.

“I hadn’t really planned on it,” he said quickly.

“Hadn’t planned on what?”

“Fucking myself,” he clarified. You choked on a shocked laugh, and he let a small smile tug at his mouth—there.

Finally.

Finally you looked a little more comfortable with him.

Shouto tried hard not to look too pleased with himself.

“Oh, well that’s good, then," you said. Then you puffed up a little, adding, "That’s probably a job for your actual secret lover.”

Good lord. “Not you, too.”

You threw him a smile, and Shouto’s heartbeat tripped over itself. “But I have evidence. I saw that homemade soup in your fridge once with the love note attached.”

It took him a moment to focus on what you were saying, but Shouto recalled the soup in question. It had been quite good, even if Bakugou had spent almost a half an hour ranting about what a weak ass little bitch he was for catching a cold. It had almost been worth it, the soup was that delicious. “Ah yes. That secret lover.”

“Cute pet name, too,” you said.

Shouto let out a low laugh, recalling the note. “You fucking fuck, was it?”

You laughed too, tension easing from your shoulders. Shouto’s eyes hungrily traced even that small movement.

A dawning sense of what was happening finally settled over him as he pronounced, “As it happens, however, I did already plan more of an apology.”

You looked up at him, your brow furrowing. “You planned...more of an apology?”

He gestured to a tall vase of white tulips on the kitchen counter. Your eyes went a little rounder as you observed them. You looked like you weren’t sure if they were for you, as if there were another previously kidnapped cleaning girl lurking about, who might be in need of an apology.

What a fascinating thing you were.

“I’ve been told that they mean forgiveness and new beginnings. I had hoped that we might...start over,” Shouto explained. He couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.

“I didn’t bring you any flowers,” you blurted.

He covered up a surprised laugh with a cough, the feeling in his stomach burning hotter. “I hadn’t expected them.”

He watched you turn back thoughtfully to the bouquet, certain now.

Over the phone, his mother had also said white flowers carried connotations of honor and purity. Two notions, Shouto realized with a growing sense of curiosity, that may be entirely inapplicable to his feelings about you.

He didn’t know much about you, but he knew for certain that he’d like to know more. And as he watched you reach out to pluck at a petal, wearing a shy little smile, he thought that yes, honor and purity had very little to do with his intentions at the moment.

You thanked him for the flowers, and Shouto made it clear to you that he hadn’t meant what he’d said about you being unwelcome here. He wanted—no, desired your return now.

“That’s good to hear, thank you,” you said. Then your smile went a little mischievous. “As you can see, though, it didn’t really deter me.”

Shouto let himself smirk. “If I hadn’t seen the cleaning supplies already on the counter, I would be concerned that you’d come back for revenge.”

“There’s still time,” you joked. “Maybe I was going to play the long game and fill all the bottles with Sprite.”

The mulish statement surprised him into another laugh. “I hope the flowers are enough of a deterrent.”

You looked over the flowers again, then smiled up at him. His eyes caught on your mouth.

“The bribe has been accepted. Your countertops are safe from me.” You paused, then added, “For now.”

The hot feeling was everywhere now, simmering just underneath Shouto’s skin. He left himself lean towards you, relishing in the way your breath caught in a tiny hitch. “Be warned that I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of my countertops.”

You complained that he hardly used them, but complied nevertheless. Then you bullied him out of the kitchen, that tiny little scrunch back on your nose.

Shouto let you have your way, making his way over to the couch and settling on it with a book he had absolutely no intention of reading. Instead, as he watched you clean, he considered things.

He had always been straightforward about his goals. Once he’d chosen heroism as his dream, he’d let nothing stand in his way, working diligently all through UA, shooting nonstop through the ranks before breaking into the top five this year, one of the youngest to have ever done it.

He was deliberate about what he wanted. He worked hard for what he wanted.

And as he wandered back towards the kitchen, questions ready in his mouth, he knew what else he wanted.

He wanted to know more about you.

He wanted to spend more time with you.

He wanted…

Well, he rather thought he wanted you.

I was going to edit this but every time I went to touch it, I made it worse. I hope you liked it anyway!

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mutigold · 4 years ago

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∞ teacher’s pet — i.n.

summary: in which the top student fails a test and gets extra help from his favorite professor.

pairing: student!jeongin x teacher!reader

genre: college!au

warning: sub!jeongin, dom!reader, pet play, noona kink, exhibitionism, handjob, ear licking, humiliation, quirofilia, seduction, he still has his braces.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: i really don’t know where this idea came from, but all i know is subby jeongin = 🤤. thank you for supporting me! watching people like my little writings really make my day.. hope y’all enjoy this <3. stream “Going Dumb”!

“would anyone like to explain what it means to be dependent on an organism?”

jeongin’s eyes concentrated on you, as he listened to your voice encompassing the leveled platform. today’s lecture was based on the living organisms in the world and you seemed to be determined for everyone to learn the curriculum.

however, jeongin could not focus on anything except your figure. you were wearing a white skin-tight turtleneck and black formal pants that emphasize your ass. all topped off with a large suit jacket and black louis vuitton heels.

it overall made his heart jump for joy just enjoying the view.

he thought about how those heels would look wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you; screaming his name. or maybe how your tiny hand would slip around his throat as he begs for your come.

“mr. yang?”

jeongin quickly snaps out of his trance to hear you calling his name. and not in the way he wanted.

you looked up at him with sad eyes, upset at him for not paying attention to your favorite lesson. “what’s going through that head yours? is it more important than organisms?”

he quickly fixed his posture, shaking his head rapidly, and responded with, “n—no, i’m sorry noona. i just was thinking too hard about something. i’ll promise to listen from now on.”

you hummed with caution, continuing the biological lecture. the student sighs gratefully for you letting him go off easily and tries to at least take some notes.

“yo, i.n. you okay?” a familiar voice whispered.

jeongin turns to see his two close friends, seungmin and felix, staring down at him in question. “yeah, you seem a little off today.”

confirming he says, “uh. y—yeah; i’m okay.”

“mhmm. okay with staring professor y/n down huh?” felix smirks.

the heat on i.n. 's cheeks becomes noticeable when hearing about his staring. he then tries to ignore the statement by writing his name and the current date in his notebook.

“leave him alone felix. he’s just probably having some problems with the lesson; you should perhaps ask noona for help.” seungmin tries to intervene.

“yeah; i mean, maybe noona can also help you with other problems. if you know what i mean.” felix grins bumping jeongin’s arm.

“f—felix!”

“boys?! care to tell us what is so interesting other than my lesson?” your voice suddenly booms throughout the room. jeongin jumps at your tone and begins to apologize again once making you soften.

“that’s alright, but please pay attention. oh, and jeongin, stay after class for a few minutes to speak with me.”

he didn’t know what to think at that moment; with felix oohing in one of his ears and seungmin trying to shush him in his other or the fact that you wanted to talk to privately.

alone, with no one around, made his mind officially shut down.

“you wanted to speak with me noona?”

you shifted around to see jeongin’s stiff form; then took note of how nervous he looked and gave him a light smile. “hey, kiddo. i just wanted to see how you were doing lately.” you wished to see some type of relief release through him.

but unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

he still looked kind of anxious to speak with you, letting you know how intimidating you seemed. “hey it’s all good, you're not in trouble or anything, i promise. i’ve noticed how you’ve been acting recently in my class and how your scores dropped a little,” you reassured.

“ai! i’m so sorry noona!”

you giggle at the student’s consistent apologies. in your mind, you thought how cute he was; like a puppy aching to gain approval from its owner.

maybe you could make him as your puppy and work hard for that admiration.

immediately, you shake your head from the naughty images. ever since the semester started a few months ago, your thoughts almost ran around yang jeongin.

how his pretty smile, concealed by clear braces, shined at your speaking, how his crescent-shaped eyes followed your every move; making you feel sexy, how large and veiny his arms grew over time within the season, etc.

“that’s alright, jeongin. i just want you to feel comfortable in my lectures. how about this, you and i have a session later this evening to cover the material for the next exam. what do you think pup’?” you offering, accidentally calling him by the pet name you gave him.

after catching the tiny nickname, jeongin clumsy drops his possessions while feeling something swell in his pants. he begins to overthink the word. pup’? why did that sound so nice coming out of your mouth? and how was he gonna hide the fact that his dick got hard in the middle of their conversation?

“i–i’m sorry!”

“oh! no worries hun! here; let noona help you out.”

you instantly proceeded over, bent down, and gathered i.n.’s school objects. starting with some of his blue pens, his macbook, and then his green two-subject notebook. “n–noona! i got the notebook, it’s okay.” jeongin stuttered.

it was almost like he was trying hard to hide something in the notebook, and suddenly it all made sense as it opened to the front page.

yang y/n. it was his surname combined with your first name.

it seemed as if time swiftly froze with silence when discovering the secret. however, it didn’t bother you essentially much as jeongin thought it would have had. “aw, pup’, this is cute. yang y/n has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

the air that was in jeongin’s lungs properly stopped working when distinguishing how seductive your tone became. “i–i..”

“relax a lil’ pup’. listen, will you promise to meet me later this eveningfor some tutoring. i think you could really use it. plus if you’re good–”

you shifted closer to the student’s ear lobe and whispered, “–noona could give you a reward.”

jeongin swore he felt some pre-cum drip down from his pants. “y–yes, noona.” he swallowed trying to moist his dry throat, then jumped moaning in pleasure when your small hand gripped around his erection.

“good. see you then, pup’.”

a few hours later, jeongin ends up at the university’s public library, not knowing what to expect. though, he did make sure to be ready for any possible situation. what did you mean by rewarding him? did you feel the same way he did?

you must have since you did touch his swollen cock during your conversation. or maybe it was just his imagination?

jeongin sighs restlessly thinking of the concept while waiting for your arrival. that soon ends as he hears your alluring voice greet out, “hiya pup’! ready for our lesson?”

he peers up from the library’s table to see you wearing informal clothing. a tight crew neck that reveals your smooth arms extending down to red-painted nails and large breasts bouncing with every step you take.

“ah! i hope you weren’t waiting too long, i got held up in traffic.”

“t–that’s okay noona! i just got here.”

you smile at his nervousness, now acknowledging where it came from, and sat down in the hard chair right next to him. “good, we can get started. i hope you’re ready,” you whispered, feeling an urge to dominate.

jeongin gulps recognizing a certain excitement coming from his pants within hearing your tone and replies with, “r–ready?”

“so, what does adaptation consist of?”

jeongin couldn’t comprehend what you were saying being he focused on the way your glossed-up lips looked. the way he could imagine it wrapped around cock or it traveling up and down the side of his neck molding kisses; it worked him to the point where he was solid hard.

“pup’, what is going through that mind of yours?”

“s–sorry. it’s just, i guess this lesson isn’t grasping in my head yet.” he tries to explain not wanting to upset you.

however, instead of upsetting you, your colored eyes just darken. “oh! i have any idea; remember when i said i would reward you if do good–”

jeongin nods excitedly, making you giggle.

“–well, i know you understand the concept of this chapter. so to push you a little more, i’ll ask you a question and if you get it right, that little cock of yours will get to come.”

the student freezes up at your approach, thinking it was a dream too good to be true. “w-wait what?”

“what is the definition of homeostasis?”

“i, uh, i think it's an organism's constant adjustment to maintain stable conditions in itself?”

you reached under the table discreetly and unbuttoned the pants on jeongin grasping his swollen cock. “o-oh my god, noona!”

“shh, pup’. you gotta be quiet for me; now onto the next question. who created the biogenesis theory?”

jeongin’s breath became too much for him to handle feeling the pre-cum drip from his blood-filled tip. “n–noona, please.”

“come on puppy, tell me the answer or i stop.”

his mind starts to rush trying to find the answer before you let him go. it took him a couple of seconds, but once he got it, he hurried to speak. “henry charlton bastain!”

“good puppy.” your tiny hand moves faster, satisfied with the statement. you felt his cock throbbing with every stroke you took. like jeongin, you dreamt of this same exact moment. you wanted to control the poor student every time he walked through your room, when he made eye contact with you, or even when his plump bottom lip was bitten from his teeth.

and finally, it was happening.

“oh, who’s a good puppy for noona?”

“m-me! i am noona.”

“that’s right pup’. next question, what are the five steps to the scientific method?”

i.n.’s vein from his cock popped out sensing the rubbing moving faster than before. “i only know four noona!”

“too bad, i wanted five or i slow down.” you coldly demand.

jeongin began to try to think hard on the five steps letting the sensation run through his body. “o-okay. it’s defining the problem, making a hypothesis, testing it, analyzing the results… then..”

your hand slows at his hesitation. “give me the last one puppy.”

“oh! noona, don’t stop! i–i. is it d–drawing the conclusions?”

“good puppy!”

his cock grows bigger when your finger grips at the base. then, you painted nails lightly scratch at his tight balls. “oh! noonaaa. that feels sooo goood. pleaseee.”

“continue to answer like a good pup’ then i’ll keep going.”

soon after the next few questions, jeongin sits near his breaking point. “nooonnnaaa! please!”

“grab your textbook and hold it up.”

i.n. clutches the hard-covered biology book to cover both you and him from public eyes. suddenly, you lower yourself to his lips, deeply kissing him with tongue, and wander towards his earlobe. “one more question, pup’. what does stimulus mean?”

“uh! noona! please let me come! make your puppy come!” he moans a little too loud.

“shh. answer the question, then i’ll let you come.”

“s-stimulus? it m-means anything an organism responds to.”

you then move your head to spit down to moist his penis. “good puppy! getting your small cock rubbed in front of everyone like a little slut.” you cup the back of his neck feeling the shivers release through him.

“you can come pup’, come for noona.”

jeongin then lets go, coming hard in your hand. “o-oh! thank you, thank you noona!”

after guiding him to his high, you let go of him and licked the white, sticky substance from your hand.

“good puppy. i’m sure you’ll be ready for that next exam.”

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