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writeyourdarlings · 5 months

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bucky was always drawn to lights - any kind of light. study lamp, street lights, fairy lights around a christmas tree, the light coming from behind the curtain of a window, even the light coming out of a firework or a laptop screen. the swift changing from darkness to brightness served as a symbol of healing to him, especially after the winter soldier happened.

now, christmas was truthfully bucky's favourite time of the year, because there's so much lights to see in his hometown and steve knew how much bucky loved the season. thus, during another christmas, after 2 days of snowstorm, steve gently woke him up at noon with a forehead kiss and asked him his favourite question: "want to go for a walk and check out all the lights?"

bucky beamed and got out of his bed immediately, causing steve to chuckle at himself. he went toward his wardrobe, getting dressed in layers and layers of thermal clothes, with bulky sweater, a pair of gloves, and a coat. after that, he walked towards the door, then he could see their xmas tree standing firm in their living room. it wasn't too big, but full of lights, balls, angels, many other decorations and a santa claus near the top, where steve put a big comet star. there was also a bunch of scented candles, some cakes, covers, and little things which steve had bought for old people living alone in a hospice near their town. plus, a pack of dog and cat foods, which were living in captivity into a kennel in their town. it warmed bucky's heart to see how steve prepared so much for christmas. however, steve wasn't actually a festive person, but once he found out bucky loved christmas, his reason of buying gifts and things was just: "i don't know, guess i just want to do so many things with you."

steve looked up at him after lacing his boots and said, "ready?"

bucky smiled and nodded excitedly.

shortly after, they walked together side by side and steve took bucky's hand to hold it and keep it warm. he didn't know where they would be headed, but he'd just let steve guide him along their journey. the snow made a crunching sound under their boots, like walking on a cup of granita. he could hear children's laugh and jingle bells song on every street corner they passed.

he watched steve with full affection, while the blond guy was staring into the distance. he loved that being with steve, he didn't have to say anything to him. just... silence. and nothing was wrong with silence. silence was not awkward. he didn't have to bother filling the cold air. the cold air brushing his rosy cheeks felt amazing. and between their holding hands, there lied something so comforting and safe.

now the residue of the past turns into dust; and everything’s sparkling beautifully under the christmas lights. those days of him being the winter soldier were left burried and forgotten, because all he chose to remember now was steve. his last flicker of light before the dark.

#i got this short scenario in my mind and it's not even christmas yet haha (well just a month away)😆#i'm trying to practice my writing #aya writes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky fic #short fic #stevebucky fic

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radioactivepeasant · 7 months

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Snippet Thursday: Demolition Trio

The winning prompt for this week was "Demolition Trio: Jak's dog chooses violence" as a follow-up to last week's snippet where he got the dog. Don't worry, no animals were harmed in the making of this snippet. Errol got a little traumatized though.

"Here boy! C'mere!"

Jak bent and patted his knees, a wide, silly grin decorating his face.

With a growling, grumbly vocalization, the crocadog bounded out of the transport and leaped into the boy's waiting arms. Rip wriggled and panted happily, perfectly content to be held like a puppy by the unnaturally strong teenager. Jak laughed and stumbled back a step before finding his balance.

"Whoa!" He hefted the pup higher -- if he could outpace the average KG with a twenty pound ottsel on his shoulder, he could handle a hundred pound half-grown crocadog.

A high-pitched squeal caught both sets of ears, and Jak swiveled on one heel expectantly to see Tess standing on the quay with her hands clasped in front of her mouth. She bounced on her toes even as she directed two men with a trolley to carry Krew's newest shipment of alcohol inside the bar.

"Awww!! You didn't tell me you had a puppy!" Tess shouted across the landing platform.

Jak set Rip down and hooked the thin chain lead to his collar. It seemed overly fancy for a place like Haven -- a beautiful, patterned steel that looked like watermarked paper. "Silksteel", Damas called it, an alloy made from metalhead bodies and Precursor metal melted together in a crucible. Jak was pretty sure the dog's leash was legitimately the nicest thing he'd ever owned -- and maybe the only thing that wasn't a hand-me-down besides his gun.

"Hey, Tess!" Jak jogged across the walkway with Rip trotting along beside him. Once they'd stopped in front of Tess, the dog went on alert. Ears pricked, tail stiff, he shouldered between Jak and the girl with a low warning rumble.

"Hey, hey. Easy, Rip. Good boy."

Jak reached out and boldly took Tess’s hand. "Here, let him smell you so he knows you're a friend."

Tess was not wholly unfamiliar with dogs. She tucked her fingers into a loose fist and held them out for the young croc to sniff.

"Hey, bubba," she cooed, "Who's a good boy, huh? Is it you?"

"It is not," Daxter loudly interrupted as he finally caught up to Jak. "Jak, your demon dog befouled the air train! I had to pay extra fare for cleaning!"

Jak snorted. "Oops. My bad, I'll pay you back, Dax."

"Daxter!" Tess threw open her arms to scoop the ottsel into them. "Ooooh-! I missed you!"

If ottsels could have blushed, Daxter would have been the approximate color of a tomango. Seeing Short Master and Shorter Master so relaxed with Nice-Smelling Lady, the dog calmed immediately. He sat back on his haunches and decided after a moment that it wasn't fair that Daxter was getting all the love. Rip whined for attention, sticking his cold nose on Tess’s bare knee. Tess squeaked and jerked away, then burst out laughing.

"Awww aren't you the cutest puppy!"

For some reason, Jak couldn’t help feeling a little pride. He scrubbed his hand across Rip's ears and grinned. "Well, his runt brother is actually the cutest. Rip is pretty great, though."

Tess’s eyes narrowed to a laser focus. She had her suspicions that Jak was referring to the puppy that always followed the tiny Heir around. The Heir that Jak had kidnapped and refused to give up the location of. The Shadow was breathing down her neck to get information out of Jak before they lost their chance to open the Tomb. But she couldn't act on her suspicions here in the open! Even if Krew hadn't been in earshot, Jak would just deny it anyway.

What she needed was for Jak to actually trust her with...whatever it was he was doing. The younger teen seemed to be fighting his own private war solo, only working with the Underground or Krew when he felt like it.

"No dogs allowed!" Krew barked from the doorway of the saloon. "This is a pub, not a kennel, eh?"

"Dog? What dog?" Sig's voice floated past him.

"The brat brought a crocadog from his latest hunting excursion," Krew sniffed. "People don't pay to see normal animals on my wall, you know, even if they are dangerous."

He shook his folding fan at the boys.

"That trophy had better be in mint condition or you can turn right around and stay out until you bring me something better!"

Daxter rolled his eyes from Tess’s arms. "Relax, hoverboy. Mr. MacPooch down there helped us bag a ramhead before he was even house-trained!"

"He is house-trained, though," Jak added hastily.

It couldn't have been more obvious that something had changed about Jak when he widened his eyes and hit Krew with a forlorn, innocent look.

"You don't mind if I put him up in the bar loading bay, right?"

Before Krew could answer, Jak shifted his weight and channeled just the tiniest hint of dark eco into his eyes, enlarging his pupils. He rubbed his arm, mimicking Mar's usual method for getting Damas to agree to something.

"I just don't want him running loose, y'know? The Guard are really bad about hunting civilian pets for kicks, and- and I really didn't want to have to gut a whole squad today."

There was something deeply unsettling about Jak putting on the guise of a vulnerable, worried kid while casually discussing mass carnage. Krew stared at the youngest "employee" on his roster. Well, "intern" was more accurate. He paid the brat in food and gun upgrades -- and the latter was only because Sig insisted and it wasn't wise to overly antagonize one's bodyguard. He'd never been a "dog person", himself.

Before his racing injury, he used to promise his daughter he'd bring her all kinds of pets to make up for his constant absence. Terrakeets, cabbits, dogats- he'd even sent her a jer-boa once. (That had been an unmitigated disaster, leading to his ex-wife calling to scream at him when the fuzzy legged-snake decided to constrict and consume a neighbor's hip-hog.)

Dogs had never once been on the list.

Krew curled his lip. "You're lucky I like you, Jak," he groused. "Get that thing in the back before someone reports us to the health inspector!"

He started to float back to the bar, then turned.

"And don't do that face again! It's upsetting!"

Jak snorted, and in an instant his old demeanor was back. "Sure, sure."

Tess followed Krew in, directing the last of the bottle delivery, and grimaced when she noticed a particular patron waiting at the bar.

Errol.

"Champion Commander Erol Errol", as he always bragged to her.

She suspected his parents had not been especially creative people.

His swaggering bravado and complete failure to understand that someone could willingly cross him made him a decent source of intel, but Tess had hidden in sewers that made her feel less slimy than she did every time she played Cute Barmaid with Errol.

Her personal feelings aside, she knew Errol had done something to Jak. Something bad. The man was allergic to keeping his mouth shut if anyone brought Jak up. He was both sadistic and obsessed - a dangerous combination.

And Jak was about to walk in and see him.

Tess squeezed Daxter in a silent cue to go warn the boy, but it was too late. A low, almost subsonic rumbling began to fill the room, vibrating the floorboards. The dog had clearly picked up on his master's sudden tension. Rip's eyes were fixed on the commander, lips slowly peeling back to reveal dozens of jagged teeth. Beside him, Jak had gone still, eyes cold. He quietly, deliberately, dropped the leash. But this time there was no fear in his reaction.

Daxter patted Tess’s arm. "It's okay, babe," he whispered, "Demon Dog won't let the Tattooed Wonder try anything funny."

Honestly, he was amazed by how much the dog boosted Jak's confidence. Maybe that was why Mar was so terrifyingly fearless?

"Hey Sig, I thought Krew said no dogs allowed!" Jak said loudly.

Tess tensed. Kid, don't-!

"You better let Praxis know his mutt wandered in here."

Outrage wiped the smug look right off of Errol's face. He lurched off the barstool and pasted on a condescending coo.

"Well isn't that sweet. The freak found his long-lost twin."

He took a meaningful step forward, and his fingers brushed against the wicked hunting knife on his belt. "Maybe this one will respond better to obedience tra-"

He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence before Rip was on him.

Tess leaped to the side with a shriek that didn't even come close to matching the shrill sound coming out of the commander. He sounded like a wounded rabmouse-

Probably because his entire head was currently inside the crocadog's mouth.

"Not on my freshly waxed floors, Cherry!" Sig complained, "C'mon!"

Secretly, he hoped the puppy would just bite down. Hard. But Krew was afraid of Errol's influence and Sig knew it. Best to put on a facade.

Jak watched Errol flail and try to pry Rip's mouth open for a few seconds with the kind of detached curiosity generally reserved for particularly strange looking insects. But when he heard the whine of Krew's hoverchair returning, he finally intervened.

"Rip! Drop it!" he commanded.

Rip did not drop it.

"Come on, pal. I told you not to eat garbage! Spit it out!"

Reluctantly, the croc opened his half-shut jaws and delicately spat the commander's head out. He looked sorely put-out by the loss of his prey, and grumbled reproachfully at Jak. Errol thudded to the floor, dripping with thick drool and finally understanding what it meant to have one's life flash before one's eyes. His hand inched toward his knife as he desperately hoped the croc wouldn't notice his movement.

"Rip, heel."

Jak made a hand signal and the huge dog left his prey to take up a guard stance in front of his human. Jak wrapped the end of the lead around his glove and stroked the dog's back.

"Good boy, Rip! Good boy!"

Mollified, Rip let his tail thump happily against Jak’s legs. Well, if Short Master said he was A Good Boy, maybe it was okay that he didn't get to Crunch the sickly smelling Red Thing this time.

Daxter's ears drooped. "Awww, I wanted to see if KG really do run around for a couple seconds after they lose their heads," he joked.

He and Jak both knew he would have been violently ill if this had actually happened.

"Aw where's the fun in that?" Jak retorted, "Just four witnesses? Nah man, it's gotta be the Stadium. We're gonna pulverize him in front of thousands. That'll be way more memorable."

He casually stepped over Errol's prone body, secure for once in the knowledge that the man couldn't hurt him.

Not if he wanted to keep all his body parts.

He paused and crouched next to the wide-eyed man's head.

"Next time, I won't be there to save you, commander," he murmured, "Tread lightly. And try not to run. Crocs love it when you run."

Jak stood and patted his thigh, and Rip bounced over Errol -- one paw landing in the middle of his stomach as he went. "Alright, Rip, let's get you settled. If you're good, I'll bring you some metalhead scraps. Sound good?"

"WURF."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

Errol stayed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, for a full four minutes after that.

It wasn't hard for Tess to convince Krew that he'd consumed more than his share of liquor, or to convince him to eject the man from the bar until he could "pay" his "tab".

She made a face.

"Remind me to keep some chew toys around here," she whispered to Daxter. "I don't want Rippy getting any ideas about my rifles."

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #snippet thursday #jak and daxter #jak and daxter aus #Demolition Trio au #commander errol #erol errol NAUGHTY DOG WHY IS THAT HIS NAME?!#jnd tess #jak 2 renegade #crocadog #Errol is Not having a good time and we're delighted #hey he should be grateful he didn't try to touch Jak or he would've gotten the Captain Hook Experience #he still might. the games definitely establish that he has No Risk Assessment #Jak now has a therapy dog that will eventually be the size of a haflinger pony

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xoxiu · 10 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter nine table of contents masterlist

taglist

discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa

Kiwo sat in the center of the bed staring down at the Nintendo Switch in her lap. It was one of the gifts from Yoongi, and one of the things she wanted the most. It felt weird, however, to get one under these circumstances.

She had rules with it- no playing it without permission, no internet, and no more than two hours on it. Yoongi had gotten so many things to play with, and he didn’t want her to rot her brain on video games all day. They were all in a box under the bed- some yarn for Kiwo to crochet with, slime, board games, books, and other little things she had little to no interest in just yet.

Yoongi had gone all out during his shopping trip. A large dog kennel sat in the corner of the bedroom close to the bed, with a large fluffy dog bed inside. There were pink blankets and stuffed animals in there as well, and fairy lights decorated the outside. Some of the bigger stuffed animals sat on top of the kennel. Kiwo looked away with disgust, only for her eyes to fall on the bedside table.

There sat three pacifiers in pink, blue, and white. Kiwo wanted to be disgusted by them, but with her need for oral stimulation, she secretly wanted them. She would never give in, though, especially if it meant satisfaction for Yoongi.

Kiwo hissed as her headache throbbed harder, and laid down on the bed, Switch abandoned next to her body. She was now face-to-face with the pacifiers. The familiar flips in her stomach only broke her gaze, and she rushed for the en suite bathroom.

“For a research university, I expected Yonsei to have higher web security,” Hoseok remarked from the couch behind Yoongi. The office was currently inhabited by the hacker, Hoseok, and Taehyung. Yoongi ignored the younger’s voice and continued to view the files in front of him.

As an international student, Kiwo had to send over various medical records to the university for insurance reasons. Since she was still deathly ill, Yoongi figured he could check her medical records to see if there were any pre-existing conditions. Hoseok and Taehyung, however, visited only in the hope of meeting Kiwo.

A file marked ‘outpatient psychiatric services’ caught Yoongi’s eye, and he quickly downloaded the record.

”Kiwo Louise is a 17-year-old female with a history of Autism Spectrum Disorder, social anxiety, depression, and a panic disorder.” Yoongi’s eyes widened at the opening statement. He was completely unaware that Kiwo was autistic. He browsed the document for any other information.

”The patient was diagnosed with autism around the age of 6 or 7. She has a history of self-harm but currently shows no intent to harm herself. She has a history of sexually acting out.

“She has a history of social awkwardness, emotional outbursts, and infantile behaviors. Her emotional state appears to be delayed, placing her near a 7-year-old’s milestones for emotional intelligence.

”She has a slight speech delay with the /r/ sound in all forms, as well as consonant digraphs. Ms. Louise has attended speech therapy since Kindergarten.”

All Yoongi could do was stare at the screen. All this information was considered vital to Kiwo’s health and well-being, and Yoongi felt inadequate in his handling of it.

“That’s quite the cocktail of drugs, hyung,” Taehyung said as he leaned against the back of Yoongi’s chair. He read the files over the elder’s shoulder much to Yoongi’s dismay.

”Probably sick from withdrawal, poor thing.” Hoseok got up from the chair to look at the files as well. The three silently stared at the computer screen until Taehyung finally spoke up.

“I could easily get you the medications- it’s not like antidepressants are illegal.”

“Can I come with you?” Hoseok asked. Taehyung simply shook his head no, but Hoseok’s smile never faltered.

“Hoseok,” Yoongi said, “Watch my email to see if anything work-related pops up. I’m going to check on Kiwo for a bit.”

Yoongi stood up and left the two other men in the office. They stared at each other with concern over Yoongi in their eyes.

“He’s been fidgety since Kiwo arrived,” Hoseok took a seat in the desk chair, and took one quick spin on it. “And I’m sure her getting sick suddenly isn’t helping.”

Taehyung agreed and politely dismissed himself to get what Yoongi needed of him. Hoseok whistled out of boredom at the computer desk, refreshing the email client every few minutes.

He wished he could see Kiwo- Yoongi has been very secretive over her and rarely let any of them see her. From what Seokjin had said, she’s a shy but polite young girl, with a very cute round face. Hoseok wished he could go into Yoongi’s room to see for himself, but had no reason to do so.

An email came through. It was a video conference reminder for Yoongi. Hoseok finally had his chance to see Kiwo. He quickly got up and headed for Yoongi's bedroom only to find Taehyung exiting the room. The younger man gave him a huge smile before speaking.

"She's asleep right now, but you should see her. It's just the cutest sight."

Taehyung patted his back as he passed him. Hoseok stood in front of the door for a moment, reveling in his excitement before finally opening up the door slowly. The room was dark sans the light from a bedside lamp illuminating Yoongi's face. The elder sat with his back against the headboard, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Kiwo was splayed across the bed horizontally, with her body all sorts of twisted up while her head lay on Yoongi's lap. Hoseok's smile widened at the cozy sight. His eyes eventually fell upon something blue sticking out of Kiwo's mouth.

A pacifier.

Hoseok almost felt his heart leap out of his chest. The sight of her small face, flushed cheeks, and a pale blue pacifier was almost too much to take in at once.

"What's up?" Yoongi asked, putting his phone on the bedside table next to him.

"This cannot be the Kiwo you've been telling us about," Hoseok shook his head in disbelief, "she could never hit you upside the head with an encyclopedia."

Yoongi chuckled at the memory and gently moved Kiwo's head and arm from his thighs so he could get up. When he arose, he gave a big stretch before looking back over at Hoseok. The man finally came back to his senses to inform Yoongi of the upcoming meeting. The elder closed his eyes with an exhausted sigh before speaking up.

"Can you wait here in case Kiwo wakes up? Maybe try to give her the medication when she does?" Yoongi walked over to his closer and attempted to look nice and presentable by throwing on a blazer over his dress shirt. Hoseok nodded and sat on the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

He was so excited for Kiwo to wake up.

The sun was setting and Hoseok was growing tired, yawning and closing his eyes every few seconds. Kiwo had yet to wake up, and Hoseok doubted she would before Yoongi's meeting ended.

Hoseok watched the pacifier fall out of Kiwo's pouted lips and gently land on the blanket next to her. She stirred slightly and slowly began opening her eyes when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"That was the most bullshit meeting ever," Yoongi stated, throwing his blazer to the side. "Did you know the company president was acquiring another hotel chain? We can't possibly afford that!"

Yoongi suddenly remembered that Kiwo was sleeping, and his raised voice most likely woke her up. He peered over towards the bed only to see half-opened eyes peeking out at him and puffy pouted lips.

“Hi, sleepy girl. Did I wake you?” He asked walking over to the bed and running a hand through her tangled bed hair. There was no response other than Kiwo gently closing her eyes and sighing.

“Have you said hi to Hoseok oppa yet?”

Kiwo turned away with a whine, her perky butt now facing Yoongi. The blond sat on the bed and lightly tapped her bottom twice, just hard enough to get her attention. Kiwo once again let out a whine before saying a sharp ‘hi’.

Yoongi clicked his tongue and shook his head.

”So disrespectful, you brat,” Yoongi said. “Need to teach you some respect and manners.”

Hoseok let out a small laugh before talking to Kiwo in a baby voice, “Hi Kiwoie! Can Hobi oppa see your pretty face?”

Small feet kicked out in response, but Kiwo did sit up. She hid her flushed face in her hands.

“Can you be a big girl and take your meds for me?” Hoseok continued to talk to her as if she were a child, and it appeared to be working somewhat.

“We got your medication for you to help you feel better,” Yoongi said as he picked up the bag full of bottles. “Just so you can trust us, you can take them yourself. There’s water on the table.”

Kiwo removed her hands from her face but kept her head down. She grabbed the bag from Yoongi’s hand and grabbed one of the bottles. It was, in fact, one of her psychiatric medications, so she felt no fear in taking them.

It was even the name brand of them.

“Taehyungie oppa brought them for you,” Hoseok said, doubting that Taehyung got to meet Kiwo. She most likely was still asleep then.

Feeling uncomfortable with the stranger near her, Kiwo just fiddled with the plastic bag anxiously. Finally, she felt somewhat comfortable with Yoongi- he wasn’t that bad of a guy, he didn’t hurt her and was very accommodating. This Hoseok, however, Kiwo felt unnerved by. He smiled and was a bit too cheerful, and it almost felt like he was hiding something malicious from Kiwo.

Yoongi must have picked up on Kiwo’s nerves, and sent a look toward Hoseok. The younger man understood and stood up to take his leave.

“I better get going now, have a good night Kiwo and Yoongi hyung!”

Kiwo looked up to watch Hoseok leave. Then she took her meds, one by one, with big drinks of water to wash them down.

Yoongi smiled. He slowly was beginning to understand Kiwo better. Even though it may be different than he initially planned, he was determined to know Kiwo inside and out.

#bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #mafia au #bts little space #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #vminhope #namjin #my house of stone your ivy grows

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steelycunt · 1 year

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lovely ridi, how are the boys in the jar doing?? does s still have visitation rights?? how many thimbles does r drink a day? have you added new decorations? much to know

hello my lovely!! they're doing well thank you!! a few updates in recent weeks:

getting warmer now so i've taken out some of the winter moss and such, added some flowers and some mushrooms for them to sit on, done a bit of spring cleaning...the nicer weather also means that every now and then i take r in my cupped hands like a curious child carrying a bug over to show someone and he sits there very patiently as i carry him out into the garden and set him down very carefully in the grass near s' dog kennel and i let s off his leash so they can have some time outside together (not too long though because he has awful hayfever) and they can sit together and s can very excitedly show him around the kennel. gansey is an adventurous young boy scout of a lad so he sets off outside of the jar all the time and is often found rummaging through the tall grass of the garden at any time of year so its not quite the novelty for him that it is for r (who often stays inside in the winter so as not to get chilly) but he's gotten out his range of summer polo shirts now that the weather allows it...other than that s does continue to get his indoor visitation rights provided he doesnt act up and often he will spend the afternoon in the jar just smiling really widely at r and swinging their hands together back and forth while r sips from a little thimble...usually around three or four a day they do fill him up he is after all only an apple and a half tall..

#telegram #anon #the jar

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leeby-deeby · 8 months

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YANDERE HABIT X GN!READER HEADCANONS

🐰He's not one for sharing his rabbit 🐰anyone who looks at you of course mysteriously disappears 🐰I have a feeling the basement would be full of corpses 🐰but he would make you watch him murder your Exes 🐰"you're mine, little rabbit" 🐰HABIT doesn't care if you see him covered in blood 🐰He will gleefully remind you of what he'll do to keep you 🐰basement's off limits but he'll lock you in the attic 🐰has a decorated dog kennel just for you 🐰"My good little bunny!" 🐰would use one of his favorite knives to carve his name into your skin 🐰would keep a collar on you 24/7 🐰He's always watching your every move, making sure you don't stray too far

#slenderverse #habit everymanhybrid #nsft #writeblr #habit emh #everymanhybrid

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little-pup-prince · 10 months

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wesker x puppy regressor reader

wesker absolutely loves the chain collar and leather leash combo.

he probably buys any accessories you might want. not a kennel type of guy, but will indulge you. he cares a lot about safety and makes precautions with building forts and their decorations.

you have a dog bed and some toys in the bedroom, living room and his office as well. - no squeaky toys while he works though. he owns some noise cancelling headphones but he rather not leave space for accidents while he can't watch /listen/ out for you.

he doesn't really like either company he has worked for so their merch is tug of war material. or you can wear them if that's your thing, but surely there are better pieces in his wardrobe for that use.

he will ask about your regression and encourages you to be open about it as soon as you feel comfortable. he knows it's perfectly normal and a healthy coping mechanism.

if you have a certain breed you regress to he will buy merch like t-shirts with the "proud example-breed owner" print, little plushies if you are okay with it, mugs with the print of them and sends you videos of said breeds doing cute and silly things. - if you don't he will just do a more general version of it. overall dog-lover posts and collectibles. either way, his co-workers and friends won't see the end of him sharing dog memes and cuteness.

he definitely has a big house you can run around in and a nice backyard with a pool too. he is content with any game you two play, let it be him throwing a stick or a ball you bring back or less tiring ones. he lets you chew on him since he can't really be harmed either way. will watch shows about dogs or with dog characters in it with you and listens to you talking about them. he thinks your yaps and barks are adorable and asks for your permission while not regressed if he could record it.

#sfw agere #age regression #resident evil agere #cg albert wesker #dog regression #sfw petre #🦨 talks

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kankuroplease · 11 months

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Do kkobirin sleep in different rooms or in different beds int he same rooms

Technically, they all had their own rooms but tend to sleep in the biggest one on their Alaska king bed (plus the dogs if Kakashi leaves the door open).

Kakashi never uses his, so it’s more of a kennel/home office

Rin uses hers when she’s sick, had a hard shift, or just needs alone time.

Once the kids come around/grow up, Rin would give her room to their son since he likes a lot of the same decor as herself.

#ask #tattoo shop au #kakaobirin #tsau: hatake kakashi #tsau: nohara rin #tsau: uchiha obito #it’s a 5 bedroom house so plenty of room for a growing family/home offices #kpz tsau ℹ️

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magic-belodie · 1 year

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I finished the proposal route of MCLAL Kentin episode 5. It cost me 1.140 AP. I got the illustration. Here is the summary:

(This summary is the sequel of the summary of the positive route episode 4: https://www.tumblr.com/magic-belodie/689922154725326848/i-finished-the-positive-route-of-mclal-kentin)

You start this episode on the road, you just have spotted the hotel. You are happy that you finally arrived. The travel to India was a bit too far for you. You let the dogs out of the van and want to go back inside to put the decorations back in order. You give Kentin stuff to feed the dogs. Then you look into your underwear drawer. The stuff you are hiding didn't move. But Kentin saw you looking into it and asks what kind of decorations you put in there. You say that you wanted to put one of your bras on the wall. Kentin starts to laugh. He will let you choose which one you want to put on the wall. Kentin tells you that the decorations can wait. Then he put the dogs back into the van. You two have to meet your new boss and find out if the hotel accepts dogs.

The hotel looks beautiful and very luxurious. Kentin thinks that there are no dogs allowed inside, but he would love to come here for vacation. You are not sure that you two can afford this hotel. Then Kentin suggests that maybe you two could stay a few days after work. And indeed, you can stay around in the area with the van. But first you need to earn some money. The owner of the hotel; Darma comes towards you. He had spoken with Kentin on the phone. You both shake hands with him. He already knows that you two live in a van. He will make sure that you are okay with the place your fan is staying. Then he tells you about your jobs. Kentin is going to work as a multipurpose outdoor man. He has to help with plants and at the swimming pool. You are going to be joining the multipurpose indoor crew. Generally you are working in the kitchen or serving people. And if the housekeeping crew needs another person, they can ask for you. You both will start tomorrow at eight and get further instructions from your team leader. Further, you don't have any questions. Kentin does, he wants to know if there are severs for the dogs. They have a kennel with a park. It is available for the customers and the people who work at the hotel. Darma goes back to work. You both like your new boss and are excited to go working here. Kentin and you walk back to the van.

Kentin and you make the van ready. You two have been doing this for a year. It has become a routine. Kentin goes to make up the bed while you take care of muffin. He is still a pup, you are training him with treats. The two other dogs start to look at you. You both give them a treat for just this one time, but they have to do a trick for it. They both complete it, while Kentin joyfully watches at them. You put the treats back into the van. The sun starts to settle down. You are all tired and get ready to go to bed. Muffin lies between Joker and Siska. You snuggle into Kentin arms. You all fall a sleep. The next morning, Kentin wakes you up. You all get ready to go to work. While Kentin is in the shower, you check again your underwear drawer. But nothing has moved out of place. You are both excited to start your first day.

At the hotel, a few people are waiting for you. One of them takes the dogs to the kennel. The others are part of both your teams. Your team leader takes you to the kitchen and gives you a uniform. You have done the work before. The morning passes by easily. After your break, you have to bring around snacks outside. Kentin sees you and looks at you, blushing. Your uniform suits you well. Kentin asks you how your morning went. Your team is nice, and the job isn't complicated. Kentin likes it here and his team is nice. You are happy that Kentin enjoys it here. He mostly likes the view of the landscape. You would have liked if Kentin also had a uniform. Kentin likes yours a lot. He hopes they let you keep it. You doubt that. You give everyone their snacks and go back to the kitchen. There you work the rest of the day until Darma comes to look at you. He wanted to know if you were doing good on your first day. You are enjoying it. He also lets you know that all the food that is over doesn't get thrown away. You are allowed to take anything with you. Darma advices you to make a picnic basket ready. He will show you beautiful places to picnic after work. He will meet you at the van. You work the rest of your time and make a picnic basket ready. Then you go back to the van.

At the van, you see Kentin and the dogs. They are all happy to see you. Kentin had seen Darma, he told Kentin that you had a surprise. You show Kentin the basket. He looks hungry at it. But you first have to change. You give Kentin the basket and go into the van. There is only one outfit to choose. Then Darma comes to you with a jeep. Kentin, you and the dogs go into the jeep. He starts to drive to the forest. He would like to see it through your eyes for the first time. Darma asks you what you are passionate about. You are passionate about art. You are having contact with Yael to put up a traveling gallery. Yael and you are both still looking into things. Darma gets a call and has to go back. He will pick you all up later. Kentin, you and the dogs go out of the jeep. You all walk over the path. Trying to find a nice spot for a picnic. After walking for a while, Kentin asks you if you would be able to find the way back to the hotel. You will have to follow the sounds of the stream. Up until now, you have mostly been going west. Kentin is proud of you. And otherwise the dogs could have followed back your scent to the van. Siska has found something, you all follow the dog. He found a carcass. Kentin and you want to go to another place. But then you hear some scary sounds. Turns out it were some monkeys in the trees. You all walk further until you see the sea. There is a cliff with a volcano. The view is beautiful. Kentin wants to go some other day to the volcano. He is so happy seeing this beautiful place and wraps his arms around you. It would be even more romantic at sunset. Maybe you will come back here later. This is the perfect place for a picnic. You all sit down on the ground and eat while enjoying the view. Once you are finished eating, you start to look at Kentin. He is looking at the horizon. You love to see him this way. And are asking your self what he is thinking. You don't want to ask him, you like the mystery. You turn your attention to the landscape. This feels like the moment you have waited for. You are about to say something when one of the dogs barf. All the dogs run back into the forest. Kentin and you go after them. The dogs stopped at a gave. They found there another dog. The dog isn't in a good shape. It seems to be hurting. Kentin gives the dog some food and water. The dog is eating it and that is a good sign. The dog still has to go to the vet. Kentin takes it carefully in his arms. You all walk back to the place where you last saw Darma. He was already waiting for you. You all get into the jeep and drive to the hotel. On the way, Darma calls the vet. She will meet you at the hotel. As soon as you arrive at the hotel, the vet takes the dog with her. Darma gives you two both permission to visit the dog tomorrow morning. He leaves you both alone. Kentin seems worried, you try your best to reassure him. You both get ready to go to bed. While Kentin is in the shower, you look again in your drawer. The ring you brought with you is still lying there. That place you were today would be the perfect place to ask Kentin. You really like to know his answer. But now is not the right the moment. Maybe after a few days, when you all know that the dog is doing okay. You close your drawer. You all go to bed, but have trouble failing a sleep. After lying for a while in Kentin's arms, you finally fall to sleep. The next morning, Kentin goes to the vet while you wait with the dogs. After a few hours, Kentin comes back with the dog. The vet doesn't have much place and since the dog only needs food and rest, she gives him to Kentin to take care of. The story skips a few days. You are settling into a routine and in your break you often go see Kentin. You love to see your loved one in his element. There hasn't been yet a moment to ask your question.

It is the day before you have to leave. Kentin and you are done with work, and walk to the kennel. He is sad to let the little dog go. He has completely health in the meantime. But there is no place for him in the van. You suggest that he could live with cookie and Kentin's parents. But we can't, no for sure if they will like each other. Then Darma comes over. He overheard your conversation and he will adopt the dog. Kentin is very happy with this solution. Darma already came up with a name for the dog, Mujur. It means lucky. Darma came also to see you two about something else. The honeymoon suite needs to be prepared. He asks if you two could do it. And of course you two can. Kentin brings the dogs back to the kennel, and you go to the suit.

The suit looks perfect. There only needs to be taken away some dust and to remake the bed. You start with getting away of the dust. Then Kentin comes into the room. Kentin likes the room a lot, two. He also starts with dusting. You two are done very soon. There is time left for a romantic walk to the cliff where you had the picnic. You go to the van to get your special item, and Kentin goes to get the dogs from the kennel.

At the van, you put the box with the ring in it in your pocket. Kentin and the dogs arrive. You all go into the van. Kentin drives to the same place that Darma dropped you off the other day. Everyone goes out of the van, and you all start walking to the cliff. When you arrive at the place, the sun starts to settle down. The place looks even more beautiful than last time. Kentin asks if you want to sit down. But you prefer to stand. You want Kentin to stand when you ask him. You both look for a while at the view. And then you tell Kentin that there is something you want to ask him. You are having trouble talking. But Kentin suspected something. You have been acting weird since you got here. He asks if you are alright. You go down on one knee. Held out the box to Kentin and opened it. Kentin gets tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. You ask him to say something, please. Kentin's smile goes even wider, and he says that he really wants to say yes. And he wants you to tell something else. Kentin also goes down on one knee and gives you a ring. You can't believe it. The ring looks perfect. Kentin loves you and wondered now that he agreed to marry you, that you also agree to marry him. And yes, of course you want to marry him. Kentin and you stand up. This moment you get the illustration. Kentin puts the ring on your finger. You both feel so happy. You look at Kentin and say joyfully that you two are going to get married. He says the same thing, and then the episode ends.

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