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theambitiouswoman · 10 months

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Questions To Ask Yourself If You Want To Become The Best Version of Yourself

What do I really care about? What things are really important to me?

What am I good at, and where do I need help? What am I strong in, and what could I get better at?

What do I want to achieve soon and later? What things do I want to do soon, and what are my bigger, long-term goals?

Am I trying new things and not just staying comfy? Am I doing things that might be a bit scary but good for me?

How do I deal with problems and when things go wrong? What do I do when stuff doesn't work out?

Am I nice to myself when things don't go well? Do I treat myself kindly, especially when things are tough?

How do I use my time, and what's most important? How do I plan my day, and what things matter the most?

Am I learning new stuff regularly? Do I keep finding out new things?

Do I have a good balance between work and fun? Do I make sure to have enough time for work and for things I enjoy?

Do I have good friendships and avoid bad ones? Am I friends with people who make me feel good?

Do I take care of my body? Am I eating well, exercising, and sleeping enough?

Do I think about my feelings and thoughts? Do I pay attention to how I'm feeling and what I'm thinking?

How do I deal with stress and make myself calm? What do I do when I'm stressed out?

Do I help others and make the world better? Do I do things to make people's lives nicer?

Do I have good habits and get rid of bad ones? Are there things I do every day that are good for me? Are there things I should stop doing?

Do I learn from what people say about me? When people give me advice, do I listen and try to get better?

Do I say no when I need to? Do I tell people when I need space or when something isn't okay for me?

What makes me really happy? What do I like to do that makes me feel great?

Do I use money wisely? Am I good at saving and spending money in smart ways?

Do I believe I can improve and get better? When things are tough, do I think I can get through them and learn something?Am I being kind to others and making them feel good? Do I treat people nicely and make them happy?

Do I learn from things I do wrong? When I make a mistake, do I figure out how to do better next time?

Do I try new things, even if they scare me a little? Do I give things a shot, even if they seem a bit scary?

Am I spending time with people who care about me? Do I hang out with folks who like me for who I am?

Do I eat healthy foods and move my body? Am I eating good stuff and getting some exercise?

Am I sharing and helping others when I can? Do I give stuff to others and lend a hand when I'm able to?

Am I paying attention when people talk to me? Do I really listen when others are speaking to me?

Do I take breaks and do things I enjoy? Do I give myself time to rest and do things I like?

Do I say sorry and make up if I hurt someone? When I make someone feel bad, do I apologize and try to make things better?

Do I imagine good things for myself in the future? Do I think about cool stuff I want to do?

Do I stop and relax when I'm feeling stressed? When I'm worried, do I take a moment to calm down?

Do I ask for help when I need it? Do I tell someone when I can't do something on my own?

Do I try my best, even when things are tricky? Even if it's hard, do I give it my all?

Do I pick up after myself and keep things tidy? Am I good at cleaning up and keeping things in order?

Do I use my time for things that matter most? Do I do important stuff before other things?

Do I think about good things that happened today? Do I remember all the nice things that occurred?

Am I okay with making mistakes and learning from them? Do I know it's okay to mess up sometimes and learn from it?

Do I show appreciation for the people around me? Do I let others know I'm thankful for them?

Do I take deep breaths and relax when I'm upset? When I'm mad, do I breathe and try to calm down?

Do I believe I can do better and keep growing? Do I think I can get better at things and keep getting smarter?

Am I happy with who I am right now? Do I like myself just as I am?

Do I feel okay when things don't go as planned? When stuff doesn't work out, do I stay calm?

Do I think about good things about myself? Do I focus on the nice parts of me?

Do I let go of things that make me sad? When something makes me upset, can I move on from it?

Do I notice when I'm feeling worried or scared? Am I aware of when I'm feeling nervous or frightened?

Do I believe I can do things even if they're tough? Can I do hard things if I try?

Do I try to make my mind peaceful? Do I relax my thoughts when they're racing?

Do I find things that make me feel relaxed? What can I do to feel calm and at ease?

Am I patient when things take time? Can I wait without getting upset?

Do I talk kindly to myself in my head? Do I say nice things to myself in my mind?

Am I curious about things and want to learn? Do I like to find out new stuff?

Do I think about good times and happy memories? Do I remember fun things that happened before?

Do I try to understand how others feel? Can I tell what others are feeling?

Do I imagine nice things happening in the future? Can I think about good stuff that might come?

Do I take time to rest and be by myself? Do I give myself breaks and quiet time?

Do I let go of things I can't change? Can I forget about things I can't do anything about?

Do I believe I can do things even if I don't know how yet? Do I think I can learn new things?

Do I tell myself I'm doing a good job? Do I give myself a pat on the back?

Do I stay calm even if things are really busy? Can I be relaxed even when things are crazy?

Do I know that I can make mistakes and it's okay? Do I understand that everyone messes up sometimes?

#personal improvement #personal growth #personal development #self worth #selfhelp #self improvement #self love #self care #journal #level up journey #positive mindset #success mindset #high value mindset #self help #self esteem #self growth #motivationalquotes #motivating quotes

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you love your boyfriend really you do, but you also love cats…and a little kitten managed to steal your attention away from you very clingy lando..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: no warnings just fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: this was self indulgent, i just wanted fluff and idk i feel so shitty and nasty about myself and i needed fluffy lando goodness

Off season was in full swing which meant you and Lando were back in London together for a few weeks before you took off on your travel adventures. It was nice to have some quality time with your favourite boy in the world, and the first thing on your list was groceries.

Lando as usual let you do the shopping as he dotted on you, his hand in yours, on your waist or wrapped around you as you reached for your favourite cereal

“Lan you really aren’t being much help..”

“Mhm I am.”

“So you wrapping yourself around me like a koala is helping?”

He smiled into your neck, leaving a few kisses to your collarbone

“Exactly”

“Can you at least put your arms to use and grab our cereal before you continue to squeeze me into pieces?”

You shook your head, your voice teasing as he unwrapped himself from you, reaching up and grabbing two boxes before dropping them in the kart. Letting you continue your way down the aisle, Lando of course attached back to you as you checked off your list and made your way up to check out.

Once everything was payed for and bagged you made your way to the car, putting everything in trunk of Lando’s range rover, not without a few kisses to your cheek and of course a very Lando like squeeze to your butt.

“There, now we can stop ordering take out”

“I like our takeout nights..”

Turning to see the pout on your boyfriends face you smiled, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned up to kiss him

“I know but now we have fresh and healthy things so I can get back to cooking…we can still have takeout on Friday’s how about that?”

Lando thought about it before nodding

“Deal, I love you”

“I love y-kitten!!”

Your arms quickly dropped making the british driver frown, moving to walk slowly towards the little grey kitten just perched next to the car beside you. It’s little eyes watching you carefully as you kneeled down

“Oh hi my love…come here it’s okay..”

The kitten moved towards you at the sound of your voice, of course keeping it soft as to not scare it away

“Hi little one”

Lando watched with a frown as you scooped up the little cat, clearly feeling a little pouty that you ditched him for the cat

“Lan look at it! It’s so small and cute!!”

“No way.”

You looked at him, your puppy dog eyes coming into effect

“Absolutely not angel, no WAY”

“But-but Lan look at him, we can’t just leave him here he’s so little!”

Lando was close to breaking, even you could see it.

“Baby we are always away, we don’t have time for a cat…”

He was right to some degree, but you were often home more than him, and worst case you could find a sitter for the cat. Your brain had begun to find a solution for every possible problem Lando could come to with.

“Please…oh lan please we-I can’t leave him here..I promise i’ll make sure I take the best care of him…”

Lando would admit the grey fluff ball was cute, and that look you had on your face was pretty sweet too, how could he say no to you, especially when you looked so happy

“Alright fine”

“Thank you thank you thank you baby!!!”

Cradling the kitten in your arms you leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, his arms wrapping around you as he held onto you tightly

“Next thing you know I’ll be the crazy cat dad like Max”

“Max has two cats love..”

“He’s still crazy..”

Shaking your head at Lando’s dramatics you kissed him once more before walking towards your car, your new little family member happy in your arms, sound asleep. A kitten distraction is what Lando would call it, but if you’re happy, he’s happy, even if he’s starting to realize he needs to share your attention.

And he’s just not sure he’s ready to do that…

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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The Way of the Househusband: Lookism and HTF hc

You, the working spouse. Them, trying to be the best malewife.

(Making up for my Eli crap).

Throws money at the problem

Look. They did not work their lil bussy off to build up an empire then to spend it all day looking after the household. You will be employing help around the house, that is non-negotiable.

Expect a half burnt, hand made lunch most days though. It's the thought that counts, you tell yourself as you swallow down a lump of charcoal.

+ Eugene

+ Goo Kim

This idiot. Tries his best until he gets bored. And he gets bored very easily.

Half mopped kitchen, half made bed. Everything he does is done well until he just. Nah. Cannot be bothered anymore.

Good job you have a routine cleaning service and whatever other help you need as he takes instead the title of trophy husband.

Greets you coming home like an overexcited puppy. Lord bless him with some other social groups and hobbies so he doesn't rely completely on you for all his interaction needs.

+ Samuel Seo

If our Sammy isn't in therapy already, then get him in. Starve if you have to, just get him on his journey.

There is no way this man would be happy just being a househusband with his inferiority complex, slight delusions of grandeur and ambition.

When he eventually comes to terms with it, will always have little side projects going on to keep his inferiority/superiority at bay.

Likely one of those bastards that power trips from heading up some sort of Househusband/housewife social group, PTA, or on the board of a charity (he's in it for the power, not the cause) in his spare time.

Natural born homemaker

Natural may be a stretch for some of these boys.

Whether by choice or as a victim of circumstance, they have had to pick up very quickly how to be completely self sufficient. So stepping into house husband role? Easy!

+ Jace Park, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Daniel Park, Hudson Ahn, Baek Seongjun

+ Eli Jang

Oh my god. There is nothing that he loves more than being a househusband.

Never in his wildest dreams thought he would end up in this position.

Creating a loving home for you and Yenna, being the caretaker and provider. By far the best and most favourite role he has undertaken.

Joins in on the gossip at the school gates, with the other parents fawning over him. Melting hearts when Yenna toddles out and gives her dad a smooch.

Makes the absolute bento lunch bar none. Wakes up at the crack of dawn, practically leaping out of bed to make something delicious, healthy and cute for you and Yenna.

+ Johan Seong

Clueless vibes but that is absolutely wrong.

With his mother and leaving home from a young age, he has absolutely had to be self-sufficient.

In addition to taking care of two dogs too, this guy knows how to run a household and how to run it with 100% efficiency.

Knows the best time to visit the market for the freshest meat and veg to cook dinner. Also will visit 10+ stores to make sure he gets the best deal for his money. It's a matter of pride.

+ Ji Yeonwoo

Never had to really lift a finger around the home, instead dedicating all his time to studying. Vibes that his father also thinks housework is woman's work.

But not this guy! Whatever you need, he will make sure he fulfils it to the best of his abilities.

Study scheduling skills carry over to running the household. Runs an extremely tight ship, and meticulously plans everything. You want a doctor appointment? Dentist? Plumber. He is ON it.

In between sessions of Kyokushin Karate training of course.

+ Han Wangguk

Um hello? Does this even need explaining? It just fits.

Forced into being the carer and head of the household from a young age after his home life completely went to shit. Looked after Gyeoul to the best of his ability until he couldn't. Tried to be the best big bro/father figure since his stint in juvie.

Absolutely perfect as a househusband. Nothing to fault.

Will spoil you too. Small gifts he has come across that reminds him of you - a snack you like from the store, booking movie tickets for a lil date night together, a book he thinks you'd be interested in.

Perfection.

Clueless idiot tries their best

It's a 50/50 chance whether you will have a home and a husband to return to at the end of a day. It's also a 50/50 chance whether your home made lunch will give you food poisoning.

Sure, it's gotten better the longer they've been at it, but you're still wary. Especially since they have also gotten better at hiding any messes they cause too.

You can never stay mad though, especially when they get so cute when they're frustrated at having failed you as a househusband. Which is complete nonsense, by the way.

+ Vin Jin, Jihan Kwak, Jay Hong

+ Vasco Tabasco

How can this category exist without our resident cinnamon roll?

Fortunately for him, Jace has added himself onto Vasco's speed dial. Unfortunately for Jace, he gets 20+ calls and frantic messages a day asking how to get things done.

Nonsense includes asking how to revert the clothes after accidentally dying them pink. Can he put out a frying pan oil fire with water. How burnt can something be before someone will likely get food poisoning.

It gets better over time. Lucky for you and lucky for Jace.

COMPLETE househusband Tatsu vibes. Everyone is terrified of Vasco, intimidated by his thuggish looks and tattoos. (Until they find out he is the biggest sweetheart and himbo ever.)

+ Ryuhei Kuroda

Relishes being a househusband! Like a silly little roleplay and doesn't get tired of it. After, all it took him so long to find someone that keeps the interest of Ryuhei and lil Ryuhei.

A shameless flirt with the ajummas and all the other housewives. Getting the best gossip, the best offers and deals, best tips.

Unfortunately, his attention span is short. Listens with good intentions, then starts daydreaming about when you get home and how he will ravish you.

In the end, he falls short in some aspects of being a househusband, but will make it up to you in the bedroom.

Bulldozes their way forward until they are Househusband Extraordinaire

You cannot fault them for their effort.

Initially a struggle at first for them to come to terms with being a househusband. Look at this list for crying out loud. Consisting of killers and fighters and crime bosses.

But if they commit, they're going to give it all. Their tenacity means they will absolutely get things done. Every time they fail, they will keep trying over and over again. Whether that's to make you happy or for their own pride, they will keep going until it is perfected.

+ Xiaolong, Zack Lee, Xiaolong, Sinu Han, Seong Taehoon, Kim Munseong

+ Gun Park

There is nothing Gun Park cannot do if he sets his mind to it. That includes whatever the hell is his life right now.

Which he doesn't mind, per se. It's just... unexpected.

And he never thought there would ever be anything in his life that matches the thrill of fighting to the death.

But getting the pick of fresh fruit and veg when he's first at the farmer's market? Beating some old ajumma (almost literally) to grab the best head of lettuce? Unveiling your dinner like he used to with his masterpiece?

Ok. It's not bad. He'll still sneak off to beat up minors when he has spare time though.

+ DG/James Lee

Drops the K-pop persona pretty damn quick, reverting back to James Lee.

Because can you imagine how little he would be able to get done if people saw DG around trying to run errands?

But honestly. Look at him. This man, like Gun, does not have a domestic bone in his body.

He's not a genius for nothing though.

Dishwasher? Washing machine? Tumble dryer? How to iron in the most efficient way? He will work it out, don't worry.

+ Jake Kim

Anything, anything to make you happy.

As the Big Deal no.1, worrying about the street running smoothly is only his problem in so far as the protecting, the fighting, the money.

Clothes used to just turn up washed and ironed. Would live on a diet of ramen or just eating at one of the restaurants.

Jake is not initially cut out for being a househusband... But he learns quickly.

Eagerly gets to any household chores and errands with gusto. Sometimes even recruiting the Big Deal boys to help out when things get a little too hectic and out of hand.

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ccawz · 1 year

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Little moments

ot8! x gn!reader. 1.8k words total, but each blurb is >300.

warnings: lip picking, food mentions, Minho’s is a bit sad in the beginning, I hope that’s it. all in established relationships!!

a/n: I could not stop thinking about emo Han so that explains his 😭. and Chan and Jeongin’s are based off my own problems 😭

“Stop that.”

You stare at Chan, a confused expression on your face as he looks at you with a stern expression. “Stop what?”

He swats at your hand, rolling his eyes when the piece of skin you were picking at comes off. “Stop picking your lips.” He tugs your hand down when you reach for them again, lacing his fingers with yours. “It’s not good.”

“You’re supposed to indulge in my habits with me.” You argue, groaning when he takes your other hand too.

“I do.” he retorts, “The healthy ones.”

“This is healthy.” You mutter. “I can’t stand dry lips or the feeling of my skin peeling off.”

“Then use chapstick.” He deadpans. You toss your head back with a groan that sparks a laugh from him, nearly falling back when he lets go of your hands. “Here,” he says, pulling out the chapstick tube from his pocket and presenting it to your lips. “I’ll be your personal chapstick applier.”

“Is that even a word?” You question, narrowing your eyes at him when he scoffs and tells you it is. “I have a better idea.” He tilts his head, giving you the tube when you ask for it.

He juts his lips out when you start running the balm over them, eyes widening when you tug him to you by the collar of his shirt.

A giggle bubbles up when you kiss him softly, hands reaching up to cradle your face while you grin against his lips.

“If you apply it like that, maybe I’ll consider stopping.” You propose, smiling when he lets out a laugh.

“Deal.”

“You should smile more.”

At your words, Minho whips his head towards you, glare boring into your skull. “Do you have a death wish?” He threatens, feeling hurt by your words. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry.” His shoulders relax at your apology, but the walls he’d built from before you surface again, keep him closed off when you move to hold his hand. “I just think you have a pretty smile. I don’t get to see it often….”

This time Minho slumps against your body, pushing you down to the bed with a flop and a protest. He climbs on top of you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“You’re always working,” he murmurs, words muffled. “It’s hard not being sad when you’re not here, and I guess it doesn’t leave when you get here.”

You frown at his words, fingers messing with his hair. “I promise to make more time for you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his head. “I'm sorry I didn’t do it from the start.”

He lifts his head, looking at you with a teasing grin. “Would you quit your job for me?”

“As if. With both of us working we��ll have a fortune in no time and retire early.” You scoff, smiling as you flip him over. “Then we can see each other all the time.”

He laughs loudly as you press kisses to any area you can reach, pushing your shoulders back when you start pressing wet kisses to his cheek. “I’m already sick of you!”

“Does it hurt?” Changbin shakes his head, slowly easing himself down onto the bed, letting out a pained groan when he moves onto his side. “Are you sure?”

He nods, obvious discomfort written on his face. “Of course.” He looks at you with a pained smile, playfulness seeping through as he moves to pull the blanket over him. “I am so fine right now.”

You frown as he lays uncomfortably in the bed, “I told you to take it easy at the gym.” Changbin huffs at your scolding, scrunching his face in disgust when you run a rag across his forehead. “You just got over your fever. You shouldn’t be pushing yourself so hard so soon.”

“I know.” He mumbled, “I just felt so lazy laying in bed all the time.”

You sigh, nestling under the covers next to him. “And look where that got you.” A grin comes to your lips when he whines again, yelling out an empty threat to kick you off the bed. “You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”

He tosses an arm over you, groaning loudly as he does. “I’ll just keep you here with me, all day and all night. You’ll never leave me.”

“You’re keeping me hostage? Who’s going to make your food then?” You ask, hugging his waist.

He hums, peppering kisses to your face. “I guess we can make an exception for food.” He thinks for a moment, looking down at you with a bright smile. “Do you think the delivery guy would bring it here?”

“Hey,” hyunjin mumbled sleepily as he shuffled into the dining room, shirt haphazardly put on by the way it’s lopsided and backward. “What are you still doing up?”

You frown at his disheveled appearance but still wonder how he could look good even while half asleep. “Sorry, Hyun,” you apologize, finally shutting your laptop off. “I was finishing a paper.”

“You’re done now?” He asks, leaning his weight against your body when you stand in front of him. His eyes flutter shut repeatedly, sleep slowly taking over his body even when he stands. “Coming to bed?”

“Mhm.” You hum, rubbing his back softly. “Can’t have my love be lonely for so long, someone needs to cuddle him.”

Hyunjin hums sleepily, finding your hand before dragging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. “We’ll sleep in, hm?”

“Of course.” You agree, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he settles onto his side of the bed, wasting no time in dragging you to meet him in the middle. “Maybe, if you let me go at some point, I’ll make you breakfast in bed. How’s that sound?”

A smile creeps up to his face at your words, head tucking down to rest under your chin. “Sounds like I don’t deserve you.” You hum, brushing your hands against his back. “I love you, good night.”

A chaste kiss to his forehead and a quiet, “I love you more.” Was your response.

“Look up.”

Han silently obliged, wide glossy eyes peering at the ceiling. There’s an evident frown on his lips as you run the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, eyes watering the slightest from his inability to blink.

“Are we almost done?” He asks quietly, lifting his hand to your arm, quietly telling you he needed a break. “I love being this close to you, but I don’t love a pencil close to my eyeball.”

He smiles when you chuckle, cheeks warming when you pinch at his chin, brushing your thumb slightly under his eye to smudge the makeup. “Just finished. Thanks for staying still.”

“Reward me with a kiss.” He says, looking at you with puckered lips, giggling when you take the opportunity to apply lip balm. “Give me a kiss.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup.” He rolls his eyes. “Whoever did it must’ve put so much effort into it.”

“Then, should I give you a kiss?” He asks, placing his hands on your cheeks when you hum in thought. “I think we both deserve a kiss.”

You smile, pecking his lips once before he brings you closer again. “I think so too.”

“One more!”

You laugh as Felix clings onto you, back pressing against the front door while he continues his attack for kisses. “Any more and I’ll be late for work. Lix.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” He says, arms hugging your waist as he puckers his lips in your direction. “Then we can kiss all day and night.”

You raise a brow at his words, “And who’s gonna bring in the income while you and the boys are on a long, well-deserved break, hm?”

“I’m still getting money though.” He murmurs under his breath, shouting loudly when you flick his forehead. He shouts again when you twist the doorknob open, hugging you when you step a foot outside. “Don’t go. I still haven’t gotten my kiss.”

“I gave you like twenty kisses, Lix.” You say, frowning when he pouts at you. “I really have to go now or else they’ll make me stay late.”

At your words, Felix’s eyes widened. “What are you still doing here! Go, go to work so you can come home early!”

You roll your eyes at his newfound urgency, nearly tripping when he shoved you further out of the door, glaring at him when he laughs. “I’ll see you after work.”

“Hold on!” You turn to look at him with a dead expression, yelping when he presses his lips against yours. He pulls back with a wide smile, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

“Here you go.”

Seungmin stares at the bundle of flowers being presented to him with a confused smile. Conflicted on how he should feel at that moment. “Flowers?”

“I thought it’d be nice… you know, like a little ‘I love you’ without having to say it.” You mumble, silently regretting your decision from his reaction. “You don’t have to take them.”

He backs away when you reach for them, swatting at your hand. “Back off. These are mine.” A laugh bubbles up at his defensive tone, holding your hands up in surrender as he walks around you to the kitchen. “What kind of flowers are these?”

“Sunflowers.”

“Cause I’m your sun?” He teases, snipping off the ends before placing them in a vase.

“Yeah.” He stops in his tracks at your agreement, the tips of his ears growing red as you look at him with a smile.

He rolls his eyes, an obvious facade based on his rosy cheeks. “I forgot how cheesy you were.” You follow him into the living room, watching him place the base in the center of the coffee table.

He shakes your shoulders wildly, smiling as your head rocks back and forth, then laughs at the groan you let out. “Thank you.”

“I can’t do it. You do it for me.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes, grabbing the hair dryer from your hands. “You’re such a coward.” He grumbled, “What kind of irrational fear is one of hair dryers?”

“A valid one.” You snap, “And ever since I saw the barrel spark, I’ve been afraid to use them. Why do you think I go to bed with wet hair sometimes?”

He deadpans, “All those nights where I was being flicked with water every time you turned, that was your reason?” When you nod, he rolls his eyes again, finally turning on the dryer. “Unbelievable.”

He moves the dryer to the front of your face, laughing loudly when you sputter and reach to slap him. “This is payback!” He yells when you stand up, turning off the dryer and running out of the bathroom. “Hey! I was helping you. You can’t hurt me!”

“You were making fun of me.” You correct, tackling him onto your bed. Jeongin screeches when your fingers poke into his side, screaming louder when you lift his shirt up and blow raspberries on his stomach.

“This is bullying!” He shouts, holding your shoulders when your face hovers above his. “You hate me.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling when he giggles. “Mhm, so much.”

#skz x gn reader #skz x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan x reader #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader

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teyamsatan · 1 year

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Okay bestie !! I have another one hehe :P

Imagine Neteyam and Mate who made a deal because they fought for some reason. This leading to the fact that they can't stand eachother so they figure out that they shouldn't have seggs* until one of them loses (y'know because it's in these moments that they are the closer and they just wanna see whose the "weakest").

So there would be this permanent tension and quite of teasing. And the stubbornness the two of them are would refuse to lose this stupid bet even though the desire is damn high... lol

I don't know if it made sense. But it's funny and I am sure you'll make an amazing oneshot out of this (If you decide to write it).

Yeah that's it lovely 💕 muah

Oh and I don't know if you would do these emoji anon things 🤷🏻‍♀️ So I just leave mine here in case hihi 🍨

Hi bestie, sorry for taking me so long, but better late than never i hope x

of course you can be my 🍨 anon!!

wc: 895 words

minors DNI!!!

The tensions in your and your mate's tent were running high, so high you felt they were about to ascend too far up and run orbits around Pandora and come back to you in just a couple minutes. You were both calm people, you thought. You were rational, and tried to solve your issues with logic and empathy. You always listened to each other's point of view and always adjusted yours if it was necessary. Your relationship was the epitome of a healthy, adult relationship and yet, here you were, giving each other dirty looks and silent treatments, for the second day in a row.

"Well, if you're gonna be such an asshole about it, don't even think about make-up sex, or angry sex, or any sort of sex. There will be a lot of apologising that needs to happen before I even consider it again."

"What makes you think I want to have sex with you? You should be the one apologising, you're in the wrong. Also, I'd like to see you try to keep your insatiable little hands away from me. You're a fiend."

"Ha! That's a good one. I bet you're going to come crawling by the end of today."

"Fine. I'll see your bet and raise you one. Whoever caves first gets to be the one to tell Kiri we used all of her very valuable oil she spent months collecting as massage oil so we can role-play."

You watched annoyedly as Neteyam was getting dressed in a new loincloth that hung so damn attractively off his hips, it was making your mouth water. He picked up an intricate, embellished neck piece, one of his favourites (that you made him) and you smirked when he struggled to tighten it around his neck. You made your way to him slowly, enjoying every moment he was struggling, picturing his pout as he knew he needed your help, but was too stubborn to ask, almost as if you were looking straight at it.

You made it a point to drag your fingers up his back gently, slowly, in barely-there touches that you knew he was crazed for, until your hands found his necklace. You felt the small shudder escape him and your smirked widened, almost able to taste the sweet nectar of victory on your tongue.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Your smirk was promptly erased off your face as he turned, and his eyes, dark and mischievous, glistened with so much arousal, so much ache, it was making you wet just taking it all in, and the man didn't even touch you yet. He was right, you were a fiend. His hand raised to brush your face, and he lowered his head to capture your lips in a kiss, gentle and innocent, that you fought with every fibre of your being to keep that way. It was his turn to grin as he heard your panted breaths loudly in his ears, and he pulled away and left the tent without another word, leaving you desperate and needy.

This continued for days, and by the end of the 5th day, you were both so fucking horny you weren't seeing straight anymore. This was your own personal hell, you concluded. And yet, somehow hell had nothing on the mere thought of letting him win, of proving to him you were weaker than him, of telling Kiri what lewd, unsavoury things you used her precious oil on.

Neteyam's mind was spinning with ache. You were good at this. Too good. He saw you getting dressed, purposefully taking your time, running your hands over your breasts, flickering your nipples almost as if it was an accident, trailing your fingers over your waist and groping your ass to check that your loincloth is tightened properly around your tail. It wasn't, as when you bent over, you gave him a full view of your soaked, dripping cunt as you wrapped beautiful, beaded ankle bracelets on both your ankles. The smell of your arousal hit him like a fucking ton of bricks and he started palming his cock to release some of the painful pressure he has felt for days now. It turns out working and being a productive member of society with a constant erection was harder than Neteyam had anticipated when he made the bet - pun intended.

Fuck this.

You could hear Neteyam. Hear his heaving chest as his eyes landed on you, hear the way he was exhaling through his nose a lot more forcefully than he had just a few seconds ago. You could feel the air in the tent changing, charging, becoming thick with need and anticipation. You knew you won, but you still gasped in shock at the hand that wrapped around your queue and hair, pulling your head backwards, and at the feel of Neteyam's hard cock prodding at your sopping entrance.

"You're not playing fair, yawne. And if I have to crawl on my knees and beg for forgiveness just to feel your pussy milking me dry, I'll do it over and over again. So you win. But you might regret it tomorrow when you're limping on the way to the next mission."

You moaned and smiled at the threat. You couldn't wait.

"Don't leave out any details when you talk to your sister. I want to see you suffer."

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daichiduskdrop · 9 months

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Chapter 20

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight implications of bullying

Words: 3896

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Smiling gently at you, the alpha ran his finger through your hair.

They let you choose the movie, the packmates resting and regaining any energy they had lost throughout the day.

Jimin warmed you up well, cuddling you throughout the whole storyline. Just as the film was ending, you gripped the alpha's hand, speaking up.

„Oppa...?” You whispered, all the alphas turning to you with soft eyes. Humming softly, he ran his palm softly over your side, holding you closer.

„Hm? What is it princess?”

„Can we go to the mall today please?” You whispered, looking over at him. His eyes creased close, the man smiling widely at you.

Letting his lips linger over your hair for a second or two he giggled gently, holding you closer. „Of course we can my princess.”

The alpha pulled you closer to his chest, his warm palms caressing over your shoulder gently. The pack felt protective still, but if you wanted to go shopping, of course they would take you.

It seemed like a great opportunity to start buying you more gifts for the upcoming christmas too. And they were more than happy with that thought.

There was just something so greatly filling about spoiling omegas for alphas in general. And there were many occasions they could grab on to do so - some more sweet and happy while other a bit more serious.

Every good pack would keep their baby happy at all costs, and money didn't play a big deal in such instances. That could lead to bigger problems.

But no alpha in their right might would even dare to refuse an omega in need—of anything, really. A new blanket for their nest? It doesn't matter if they have tens already; they can have hundreds when it comes to it.

The car carries a weird scent? Aw, baby, of course it will get fixed up right away; don't worry! A problem with the vehicle smelling uncomfortably will only be fixed by getting a different one, of course.

But who are they to say no to you? Of course, only considering your safety and health would they be most aware. Sure, scent blockers and heat suppressants were understandable in many instances, but they could also be very risky and dangerous.

A badly chosen and prescribed medication for the heats a healthy omega would go through, could lead to disasterous outcomes.

A heat was the only way to truly have children, and after the alpha's ruts got synced with their omegas, the highest chances of having pups occurred.

The heat suppressants, if taken wrongly, could fully stop the weakest second gender's chances of reproduction overall. While not everyone wanted to have children, which wasn't always taken well, but society was working through it, it was a choice only the omega had the right to decide upon.

No alpha, beta, or omega had the right to speak on such a personal matter. And if a wrongly chosen doctor would put the person at risk, it was more than understandable for the pack to step in.

While the pack was interested in having children sometime in the future, they weren't truly all ready for that yet.

Jin and the other older ones could potentially be good fathers, but Jungkook and Taehyung were just still a bit too hormonal and rowdy.

It was normal for alphas to truly mature only after a few years, way longer than any omega or beta would after they had their second gender revealed.

It wasn't an overall rule, but it was quite normal to have children only once the pack dynamics have been well established and the packmates have all mated to form the bond connection.

While the pack could form a bond in a very short amount of time, as scent compatibility played one of the biggest roles in doing so, until the packmates would truly mate and form a stable pack, it could take much longer before they were all ready.

The alphas you were currently lounging around with fully realised that they might have overreacted a little bit with your classmates and could have possibly talked it out in a better way, but when the students threw a few snarky comments about you, especially in their presence, they couldn't truly think clearly anymore.

While Yoongi was one of the more angry ones, the alpha had grown overprotective over you within the few days with you, he also knew that they should overall apologise to the students and mostly to you.

„Sounds good, kitty. Do you want to leave right away?” The older alpha asked, his hand gently rubbing your calf. His eyes held a soft gaze in them, one he kept closely locked away from being seen most of the time.

You deserved to have it, though; you deserved all the softness he so closely guarded within himself, and he was more than ready to provide you with it.

Nodding hesitantly, you realised that the men seemed more than content with you lying in the very middle of them. The alphas seemed to have formed a closed barrier around you during the time you were watching the TV, and with Namjoon the closest to the doors, you realised they still held their guard up high.

Sighing, you decided to speak up about the matter for now, before it would be too late and could carry a bigger misunderstanding.

You had a hard time speaking up your whole life, and you usually made sure to not complain and instead suck it up. Over time, it seemed to be a much safer option.

The men noticed that very early on, when meeting you, Yoongi could already tell you would always be a bit too closed off in your own little shell to tell him what was truly wrong.

And so, the alphas naturally fell into their more protective and dominant natures, always more than happy to help you with everything.

They had to keep you safe and happy after all, and that was their biggest mission in the future.

Namjoon knew that the pack might have a few struggles along the way, but he also knew that they were more than ready to work on everything. Communication would be the key, and they would try their hardest to always be reasonable and careful with you.

„About the school...” You didn't really finish the sentence; your palms were hiding away in your plush sweater, which the youngest so kindly chose for you this morning.

„Babycheeks, no one should ever act that way towards you; you understand that, right? That it's not okay?” The alpha looked at you closely, your eyes wavering a little bit.

He sighed out softly, shrugging the warm blankets off of you before he pulled you to himself. Jimin didn't protest much.

While sharing with anyone in general wasn't anyone's issue, the pack felt very different about sharing you.

Though the alphas had already agreed that they would always let their packmates have their time with you, if anything started to feel wrong, they would talk it out instead of being unreasonable.

„...come here...” He whispered, gently guiding your nose to his neck scent gland. The young man sighed out, his hands caressing your hair gently.

The packmates stayed quiet, the occasional sweet talks ringing through the room while they gently ran their palms and fingers over you too, comforting you with their best efforts.

„I know, but...” You whispered out after a few minutes, your head laying over Taehyung's shoulder while he would run his cheek and chin over your hair from time to time.

Jin watched you closely, his hand enveloping your fingers and smiling softly at you. „Hm? What is it, peaches?” The man encouraged you to speak your mind, watching over you fondly.

„M-Maybe you could have just talked with them, not... you kn-know..." You avoided his eyes, looking around the room instead.

Hobi sighed. You were right, though; maybe they really shouldn't have been that violent. On the other hand, considering what the betas seemed to say so comfortably in your name, he still felt like they deserved it in some way.

„I'm sorry, sunny-bub. It just... Didn't feel right to let them speak about you like that, yeah? I promise we will talk everything out a bit better in the future, my sunshine.”

The alphas nodded along, agreeing well with their packmates words. After a few seconds, you also shook your head a little.

„We're sorry, cub.” Namjoon said, running his fingers through your hair in a gentle motion. It didn't take too long before the pack truly started to get ready to leave for the incoming shopping spree.

And so, after tying up your beaten-up boots shoelaces for you, the youngest alpha was already pulling you along to the van, waiting at the entryway.

„Babybun, what do you say? How about we look at the art supplies store?” He excitedly said, holding the doors open for you and letting you climb in the vehicle first.

They felt like lifting your mood was very important at that moment and had already started plotting ideas on how to do so. You were a sensitive little thing; the packmates realised that well and wanted to keep you as happy as possible.

You felt yourself smiling a little bit, looking into Jungkook's eyes with glee. He smiled back just as widely, helping you buckle in, while Yoongi slid into the seat next to you, closing the door after himself.

And so, with Namjoon making sure you were all safe for the ride, he turned up the heaters to the maximum, and your group was on its way to the shopping centre.

The packmates were used to shopping at Cheongdam much more than going to malls; but they realised that after your first Dior experience, they might just have to ease you into the luxury lifestyle a little better.

Plus, there were a few stores the pack wanted to take you into, each alpha interested in a little bit of a different thing, and they made sure to include you on their journey.

It didn't take much time before the car was already parking, with Yoongi holding your palm the entire ride while the youngest caressed your other hand himself.

„Here, baby kitty." The alpha pulled out a soft pink face mask, making sure it would match the beautiful coat you were wearing once again. He was proud of his packmates for making a purchase you visibly enjoyed so much.

Helping you wrap it behind your ears, he smiled softly at you, his forehead resting against yours for a second or two. For the alpha, it was one of the most tender acts he could ever showcase, and it was strongly kept only for you.

With Jungkook tightly latched on your hand the whole time while the other alphas piled out, Namjoon soon took your right hand in his too, your fingers seemingly a bit too cold for his liking.

„Stay close, okay, pup?” He said, his knuckles going over your cold cheeks. Clicking his teeth after he noticed how cold you were, the packalpha was set on buying you some more warm clothes.

You nodded along, not wanting to be alone yourself. Getting lost has always been one of your biggest fears, and a mall, after the whole pharmacy fiasco, wasn't your comfort place at all.

Smiling at you, Namjoon scented you gently, his chin rubbing over the top of your head. Feeding into the alpha needs he had, he made sure other alphas and betas realised well that you were already being courted and not up for grabs.

It's not like anyone would really get a chance anyway; the seven tall men are already intimidating enough just walking around.

And so, soon, you all walked into the giant shopping centre, many people wondering around the lit-up place. The alpha's didn't have a necessary plan of action made up, but they knew where they wanted to take you, just in the wide idea.

But before you even had the time to ask where you would all go first, Jungkook was already leading the way, gently pulling you behind himself, the rest of the pack trailing after you, closely watching over any people they passed by.

„You'll love it so much, I promise bunbun! Were you ever at this mall before? ...No? Awh, it's okay. Don't worry, baby! Alphas will keep you safe, hm?” His eyes were set on yours, his thumb going over your knuckles in a calming motion.

You nodded shyly, coming along with the man as he led the packmates to the escalators, going downstairs before he turned left—a big art store in sight.

And so you all entered, the doors sliding open with the motion trigger. Greeting you, the shop attendant standing behind the counter didn't pay the pack too big of a mind, used to such occurrences.

Namjoon walked a few steps behind you two, always making sure that you were still close. He himself soon stopped around and put a few interesting things up for sale. The store was quite big, much bigger than any regular stationary shop you usually visit.

There was a huge selection of different pencils of all softness, alcoholic markers or even decorative ones, calligraphy pens, and brushes, all lined up neatly in a few tall corridors.

Jungkook led you around carefully, knowing the store a little by now. He would come here from time to time; while the prices were certainly not cheap, the store attendants always helped him choose the right supplies for whatever he wanted to try out next, and so he just got used to coming back around over time.

Stopping around with you from time to time, whenever you looked at something only for a bit longer, he already remembered the item, happy to know what you liked and what didn't interest you.

You spend some time with the older man in the store; the alpha always quick to help with anything you needed. Helping you with anything that was even remotely too high up from your reach was a given. He was always gentle enough to pull you along again to a different section you and he were interested in.

Gasping softly from next to you, you felt him tug a little on your arm, placing the big sketchbook back into its place. You let him take you towards the canvases and atelier stands.

„Oh wow, look bunny, that must be even taller than hyung-wah, and this one is-” You smiled softly at the man and the big canvas boards and panels before you certainly were jaw dropping.

You worked on large surfaces from time to time, but never have you truly used something that's bigger than two metres. It must be quite hard to manage.

„...Hey cub, would you like to have something? We already have a few things in the basket, baby.” The eldest alpha stepped in, his fingers running through your hair. He held a shopping basket in his other hand, already quite full.

You looked over, noticing the many things they had selected so far. Were those all for you? Why were they buying stuff again?

„Kitten, don't worry about a thing now, okay? Alphas want to buy it for you.” Yoongi said, coming over himself and dropping a set of colouring pencils from a tin box into the basket himself.

„But—w-why..?” you whispered, looking up at him in shock. No one has ever spent such money on you.

„Hm? What do you mean, baby? You are such a good girl, isn't that enough, kitty?” He whispered softly to you, smiling so much you could tell through his eyes. He held your face between his hands, sharing eye contact for a good few seconds before he pulled away.

You spend a few more minutes in the store, but when Hobi brought over the many beads and strings he selected for his packmates and you, the basket had truly started to overflow.

Deciding that it was just about enough for today, after hearing you whine a bit about how everything would be too expensive and that they shouldn't buy it all for you, the alphas decided that it was time to pay.

Holding you close still, the youngest didn't let you really look too closely at the other packalphas who were paying—for once, they wanted to keep most of it as a surprise for you, but he was also worried about you getting upset over the prices.

And so, Jungkook decided trying out a few of the colourful markers stacked up tall next to the cashier booth would be a better decision, drawing a few smiley faces and scribbles on the paper tab provided to try the pigments.

A loud gasp could be heard next to you, followed by a soft voice mumbling out. „Can I have this one too, please, hyungie?" You couldn't help but notice the other person standing next to the marker booth to your right, trying out the copic markers.

„Sure, here, let me take it for you, baby." The other man replied, dropping the expensive marker in their own basket.

The man standing next to you had longer bleached hair, the strawberry blonde shade going well with his skin complexion. He smiled widely at the other guy, his obvious omega scent wafting around. You could tell he was happy.

The other young man was a beta; you could tell by his scent. He was a bit taller than the omega, his naturally black hair cut into a long but well-styled mullet.

He wore a fluffy brown cardigan that seemed very comfortable. You were tempted to touch it but decided to keep your hands to yourself.

You didn't realise you were staring a little until the omega spoke up again, his voice soft but curious. „..Hey;” He said, his eyes meeting yours for a second. You looked away quickly, taking a step closer to the alpha next to you.

Looking over quickly, Jungkook's hand went around your shoulder, pulling you gently to his side. Watching over the pair, you felt his hand gently rub your arm, making sure you knew he was there.

„...I like your sweater." You managed to whisper it out, looking over the brown fabric again. The beta smiled widely at that, chuckling a little at your awkward way to say a compliment.

„Thank you! Your coat is very cute. Did your pack buy it for you?” The stranger asked, his own hand also going to take a hold of the omega's. You felt Jungkook's grip loosening up a little, noting that the pair seemed to be safe.

You nodded a little bit, not sure if it was the right time to tell them they weren't truly your pack yet—you were only being courted right now after all.

„...Alpha always buys me stuff too." The omegaboy whispered, trying to take part in the conversation himself. You looked back up at him again, your eyes meeting for a second or two before you both shyly looked away again.

„What's your name?” The beta asked again, his voice velvety and calm. His eyes seemed a little tired, but he was nonetheless sweet and caring. You could smell that the omega had a permanent scent of him on himself, carrying his own scent mark.

You weren't the one to reply; instead, the alpha still holding you close did. „That's Y/N; I'm Jungkook.” He said, his voice strong. He shared long eye contact with the beta, obviously measuring him up a little bit.

The omega gasped a little, smiling through his amazement. „That's such a pretty name, Y/N! I'm Yuki, and that's Moonsik.” His shoulder shook a little with excitement, obviously happy to meet another omega.

With how rare the second gender has become, it is quite uncommon to meet another one. You smiled to yourself, the omega seemingly easygoing and happy.

„Do you also draw?” Yuki asked, wanting to keep the conversation going for at least a little longer. You nodded ethuastically, glad to have something in common with the boy.

„Yeah, I go to art school; do you also go?” His mouth opened a little in shock, his eyes closing up with the wide, toothy grin he showcased.

„I used to go, but I dropped out... I still draw, though. What's your major?”

„I did fine arts and a little bit of illustration too.” You went on; the atmosphere was light and sweet. It felt easy to keep the conversation going.

„That was my major too!” He gasped out, obviously also happy about the things you suddenly had in common. With the beta running his fingers through his mate's hair, he listened in, smiling at you both gently.

Jungkook kept the hold on your palm the whole time you talked, making sure there were no alternative motives on their minds. They seemed more than genuinely nice, and so he found himself talking in a bit from time to time himself, sprinkling a few pieces of information here and there.

Before you knew it, the alphas had finished paying, and with Jimin and Taehyung carrying a bag each, they all went over, noticing you talking to the pair.

Cooing loudly at you, the eldest took your other hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

„You made friends, cub? How sweet!” He smiled widely at you, happy that you were talking to someone else. It was important that you would keep your social contacts, and it couldn't be just the pack you would have around yourself constantly.

You nodded happily, and you and Yuki were just about to discuss one of the new exhibitions held in town. There were many posters of it hung up, and while you still didn't have the opportunity to go yourself, he had already visited it and went on to tell you about it.

It sounded like it was more than worth seeing.

Quickly exchanging names, the pair didn't seem to know that they were idols; considering how nice they both seemed, they wouldn't freak out about it if they knew either.

Quickly paying themselves, you continued your happy chat with the boy, still keeping yourself close to the youngest alpha.

„We were just on our way to the new bedding store; would you guys like to tag along?” Moonsik asked, the beta holding Yuki's hand in his own pocket, making sure he would be kept warm.

You looked up at the alphas that came with you, all of their eyes visibly warm and secure. When Namjoon looked over to you, you nodded virgously, wanting to spend a bit more time with the pair.

„Sure, we would love to.” He said, his voice calm and collected. Letting you hold the packalpha's hand for now, the alphas and now the pair of your newfound friends all walked towards the big omega store kept in the mall.

In the meantime, you chatted on with Yuki, realising that you and the boy had much more in common than you expected.

While holding your hand, Namjoon caressed his thumb over your knuckles from time to time, talking to Moonsik in a comfortable and calm conversation about movies and books they both enjoyed.

And with the alphas trailing behind you four, they could only watch you oh so fondly, smiling widely, knowing that you were finally making friends that were nice to you, just like you deserved.

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silence-burns · 10 months

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A Snack of Mine

Fandom: Spider-Man universe

smut 18+

The smashing noises coming from what Miguel called “the control room” sounded expensive. You may not have been an expert in all things technical, but you were pretty sure the room was in the process of a violent remodeling.

“Right,” you said. “And you expect me to do what exactly?”

“How am I supposed to know? It's not me who's usually had to restrain him in this kind of state. It's not my fault no one wants to get close to him. They kinda have a point, though.” Lyla flew around your head, ethereal as ever.

A crash louder than the previous ones came from behind The Door To Miguel's Lair.

“You do realize he's just ripped a monitor off the wall?”

“You do realize I have no physical presence to do anything about it?”

Point taken. It didn't make you feel any better and Lyla’s constant spinning didn't exactly help you get your bearings.

You waved your hand through her before the colorful but pixelated display of her panic blinded you completely. If it was an option, you would've gladly allowed anyone else to take your place. Sadly, none of the currently available Peters had a chance of getting to Miguel through his fury.

And hunger.

You sighed before moving towards The Door of Doom.

"Miguel, I come in peace!"

The kind of snarling that came from the other side was not something a human throat should've been able to handle.

"Be a good, nonlethal boy for 10 minutes and you'll get a snack. Maybe even McDonald's!"

The silence that followed was heavy enough to imply precisely where you could shove all the burgers in the worlds, but it was better than blinding rage; you were already making progress! You shoved the door open, quickly closing it behind your back. You clicked the lock into place.

It wasn't sturdy enough to keep any of the Spidermen out, but it served as a symbol. You walked into his lair, and now you had to deal with the consequences.

Miguel was meticulous in his fury. The room used to serve him as both a personal space and one of his less official offices, where he spent time thinking and planning without anyone bothering him. He was the head of the squad meant for suppressing the threats to the entire multiverse, so he had to deal with a never ending stream of things to take care of. A little bit of private space was a healthy solution.

Unfortunately, due to the circumstances called Miles Morales Versus Bad Decision Making, the otherwise pleasant, calming space was now in pieces. Literally—half the furniture lay in ruin spread across the floor like rubble after an explosion.

"I think you missed a few." You kicked away a rather big part of what used to be a desk. "You gotta be more thorough, man."

As much as you wished to feel even half as confident as you sounded, it was a rather difficult task when the only part of Miguel you could see were his eyes, glowing bright red and piercing you through, unblinking. The only source of light was dim and came from behind the broken furniture. The outline of Miguel's body was hardly discernible from the darkness of the room, but you swore he was towering over you more than usual.

And completely still.

"I really hope you aren't too sentimental, because there's no way anything here is savable. You gotta invest in a proper punching bag, or maybe two just in case—..."

"You think this is a joke?"

His voice was low and on the verge of growling. The situation with Miles definitely got under his skin.

"Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer to face my problems with a healthy dose of humor rather than destruction of my belongings. You've got claw marks on your walls, Miguel, come on. Don't you think it’s a bit too dramatic?"

Before you could blink, he was on you. Your back hit the wall just inches from the mentioned claw marks—deep, sharp, and clearly torn through with a lot of force. Looking up into Miguel's glowing eyes and the barely hidden fangs, you knew how capable he was of using said force.

Miguel leaned closer to you, his hand holding you still by the shoulder. Pressed between him and the wall, you could feel your pulse rising, and it was only partially thanks to the heat emanating from Miguel's body.

"The structure of the whole multiverse could be destroyed because of one person."

His voice was so low you could barely understand the words growled from his clenched jaw. Miguel's eyes burned to the point where you could no longer turn your head away. It was hypnotizing and a part of you didn't want to fight it.

"He's a child, Miguel. He's fifteen and his whole world just came crashing down on him."

"It doesn't give him the right to destroy everyone else's."

"No, but he's scared. Scared children need supportive adults, not claws in their faces."

Miguel's eyes dipped down over your lips for a split second, but something shifted through his posture. Still tense, his voice got quieter and lost the aggression. You were so close together that he was almost whispering in your ear, and yet you couldn't hear anything around but him.

"And what would you prefer me to do?" he purred.

"Everyone is already looking for Miles, so let his friends talk to him first once he's found. He has nowhere in the multiverse to hide forever."

Miguel's hand moved from your shoulder to the side of your neck. The claws retracted and now his touch was almost gentle. You missed it, just as you missed the kind of heat that was rising up behind the flaming red of his eyes, different from what most people ever got to see. Something reserved for you.

You turned your face to the side, letting his fingers caress your cheek. Miguel froze, entranced by the way his thumb rested over your lip and how your smile seemed to widen when you noticed too.

"I prefer you like this," you said, making your voice come out as barely a whisper. In his state, Miguel would've heard you from another room.

You didn't notice when it happened, but he was closer now, imprisoning you between himself and the wall. You both inhaled at the same time, chests pressing together a moment. His whole body was tense and wrapped tight around you. His thighs crushed yours and you wouldn't be able to move away even if you wanted to.

"I know what you're doing and… this really isn't a good time."

"You say it with such a scary look on your face, and yet you do nothing to stop me."

Miguel's nostrils flared when you put your teeth over your bottom lip.

And pushed.

Miguel's hand wrapped around your jaw, holding your face up towards him. His fingers dug into your skin, the gentle caress long gone. There was only a firm hold and a predator that smelled blood.

His pupils narrowed in a split second and the breath he took was shaky, as if he wanted to smell every bit of blood rising from the tiny cut.

"You've been on that artificial shit for a long time now," you cooed. "But we both know it can never be quite the same as the real thing."

You could see him trying to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. You stood on the tips of toes and brushed his lips with yours.

It was as if an electric shock struck his body. Miguel growled as he forced your mouth open, and then again when his warm tongue licked the blood smeared over you. He forced you back down with one push of his hips and you could feel him growing harder despite his spider suit.

He sucked on your lip, hungry for more, just as his other hand found its way onto your hip and held it firmly against his own.

Miguel's open-mouthed kisses were growing sloppier as he followed your jawline and down the side of your neck. You couldn't help but push your fingers into his curls, marveling over how soft they felt and how perfect they were for grabbing his head and moving it just to the spot you wanted him at.

Despite the urgency of his need and all of his senses blurry, Miguel let you guide him, breathing in your scent. There were no words to explain how much he missed it every time you had to go back to your own universe and leave him thinking, wanting and alone.

Miguel loved the way your nails sank into his hair and tugged harder every time he scratched your skin with his fangs. He couldn't help himself when he heard the softest of moans leave your throat and felt the way you kept grinding yourself over his cock. Miguel bit your shoulder hard when your hand wandered to his still clothed shaft and lightly scratched over the thin, bulging fabric.

"You're really testing my patience," he breathed into your skin.

"I hope you earn a good grade."

Miguel's hand moved from your hip to the bracelet controlling the features of his suit, but you slapped it away before he could take it off. You pressed harder over his erection, stretching the suit more.

"Who said I'm gonna let you rush so much?"

"I really don't think we have the—..."

A loud knock on the closed door made you both jump.

"They found traces of Miles' signature!"

Miguel pushed his head into the crook of your swollen, tender neck, cursing with passion in Spanish. You may not have known the language well, but some things were truly universal.

You kissed his temple and brushed his wide shoulders. "You've got this."

Miguel took a slow, deep breath of your scent, noting all the various changes in it. But he did not budge.

"Prepare the team," he finally shouted back. "I'll be there in five minutes."

He caught your eyes widening and smiled ominously. The flaming red was shining through his own eyes again.

"I have something to take care of first."

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #Spiderman across the spider verse miguel #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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I absolutely love your writing!! This is very self-indulgent, but could you write about the reader just starting at the gym,trying to be more healthy, and Jamie helping guide her with workouts and anxiety of going to the gym. If this doesn't speak to you, then no worries!

you asked, I obliged. thanks for requesting!

feel it burn

Hardly any of the other WAGs are fitness gurus. They watch what they eat sometimes, sure, but you’d flat-out heard Isaac’s girlfriend curse out going to the gym.

And that’s great for her, really, it is, you hate the gym too; but she has a personal trainer and you, well- don’t.

It’s not a problem. You just decide to make a few changes.

For example, YouTube Pilates when Jamie’s out of the house.

Clearing out your secret stash of snacks.

Putting the ice cream in the freezer into the garbage so deep that Jamie wouldn’t see it.

It’s not like you wouldn’t go to the gym, you just don’t even know where to begin there. You’d like to, but the idea of asking for help?

Mortifying.

And Jamie (god bless him) doesn’t notice a thing, just grins and treats you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and every day you bite back the urge to tell him that he’s got it wrong, that it’s the other way around.

But he won’t notice that you’re acting different and if he does, well, you’ll be in better shape. You’ll have a handle on this whole health and wellness thing, because that’s really what it’s about. Less losing weight and more of a lifestyle choice.

You’ve gone a solid two and a half weeks without Jamie noticing a single thing, until-

“Where’re all the good snacks?” Jamie shouts from the cupboard. He’s practically all the way inside, rummaging around to where you typically hide your stash so Roy doesn’t fucking find it.

“I dunno,” you call as you make your way to the kitchen. “Must’ve forgotten to restock.”

It’s a lie, but it’s a lie you’re pretty sure you can get away with.

Jamie turns around with an eyebrow raised. “Didn’t even notice the flakes were almost gone? That ain’t like you, babe.”

You lift a shoulder as you say, “Been busy, I guess.”

Jamie almost believes you, almost, but then your eye. Fucking. Twitches.

“You’re lying,” he says, coming closer as if that’ll do anything. “You know where they are.”

“No I don’t,” you say as calmly as possible.

Jamie places both hands on the side of your head so you can’t look away. “Say that again in a full sentence, looking straight in my fucking gorgeous baby blue eyes,” he says, and you realize that to him, this is just another funny anecdote in your life. A blip on the proverbial map, if you will. It’s not a big deal to him.

But to you?

You’ll be goddamned before you’re embarrassed about your lack of athletic ability in front of Jamie fucking Tartt, young god on the pitch.

So in the end, you just look at him. There’s nothing to say that won’t end poorly, so you look into his fucking gorgeous baby blue eyes as they sweep across your face.

His grin slides away as he realizes that there’s something else going on here, something beyond the good packet of crisps being absent from their usual place.

“What?” he asks, still holding your face, and you shrug.

He shakes your head back and forth and says, “Nuh uh, what is it, love?”

You mumble something unintelligible, and Jamie squishes your cheeks together.

“Try again,” he says. You sigh. Jamie’s giving you the puppy-dog look, and you cave.

“I’m trying to be healthier,” you tell him.

Jamie furrows his eyebrows. “So you threw out all our good snacks?”

“My good snacks that I sometimes let you borrow,” you correct. “And yes. I did. And I want to start going to the gym but I don’t even know what to do at the gym, and you’re there like all the time so there’s no fucking way I was ever going to ask you and-”

“I’m the best fucking person to ask,” Jamie interrupts. “I make it fun and sexy, like. We’d have a great time.”

“But I don’t know what I’m fucking doing,” you argue. “I’d look silly.”

Jamie makes a duh face. “That’s why you bring me. I do know what I’m fucking doing. We can go this weekend, yeah? But right now we’re going to Asda to get some more fucking crisps in this house. We’ll talk about fucking balanced eating tomorrow.”

Jamie says “balanced eating,” as if it disgusts him, but it’s mostly to make you laugh.

You do, and he kisses you once, short and sweet, before letting go of your face.

“You still won’t beat me at footie,” he says, “so if this is some sort of fucking… strategy it ain’t gonna work.”

“I’d never dream of it babe,” you reply as he grabs your hand and propels you to the car.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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yuri-is-online · 1 month

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i’ve got this picture of Yutu being kind of artsy from your description. besides, being an outcast probably means a lot of solo hobbies from no friends. maybe a bonding method for Yutus with a father that is more artistic 👉👈

You have such a good point about being an outcast driving people towards solo hobbies σ(￣、￣=) certain Yutus are more outgoing than others but that does only get you so far. Of the ones I have written about, Floyd! and Cater! Yutu both had friend circles before coming to Twisted Wonderland, while Ace!, Azul!, and Riddle! Yutu were certifiably friendless. Bonding between Yutu and a more artistic dad hmmmmm let's see...

notes: they/them used for Yuu, this is part of my fyuuture kid au, you can find an explanation of it here and here, or look at my masterlist for all of the posts.

Vil! Yutu

... really likes to paint and draw, when I first wrote about him his unique magic involved temporarily bringing his paintings to life. My brother used to dig through old fashion mags when he was teaching himself to draw and I can see Yutu doing the same. So when he finally gets to see a not tortured version of his father and finds out he is a model on top of being an actor? He's so eager to learn about all of it, and Vil has got to be thrilled to share. You know between him and his own dad Vil has got to have a nice collection of vintage designer items he's willing to let Yutu have a look at. Yutu has drawn his dad a lot, receiving a drawing someone has made for you is already beyond flattering, but when it's from a family member? Forget the fridge, Vil is getting this framed. I can also see him maybe commissioning Yutu because he wants to make sure he never under sells his work. He is a member of the Schoenheit family, he is allowed, nay required to have a great deal of pride in himself.

Cater! Yutu

... likes playing guitar and he loves playing with his dad. He's not really interested in playing with the other pop music club members, Yutu is a bit shy around his dad's friends. When he's stressed he likes to play a few songs and sing, something I could see working for Cater too. While I'm talking about Cater, I don't think he'd make a bunch of magicam posts about his family, just in general. He uses magicam as a way of maintaining his false happy facade, his want to date Vil comes at least partially from his presence on magicam, some of his real self is on display there sure but a lot of it is exaggerated and fake. When he has something real he wants to keep it away from the rest of the world, so while his followers absolutely are told he's #taken #blessed they don't know about the details of his relationship. At least not if it's a healthy one.

Jade! Yutu

... is someone I haven't written about before but he is also very into music, just not jazz music. Not that he hates jazz, he's just stuck in that teenage phase of refusing to admit the things his dad likes are cool, something Jade reasonably “sniffles” about but that's not to say music isn't a bonding point for them. He also plays bass, just an electric not an upright one, and Jade enjoys listening to Yutu play. He's very supportive and surprisingly soft in his praise for someone who just got done listening to his kid scream out a punk rock song. As long as Yutu is willing to do some hiking with him (which he is) then he has no real problem with what his kid likes, if anything I can see Jade enjoying their differences. Life is boring if everyone is the same.

Rook! Yutu

I've been thinking about Rook, just as a character recently and one of those things that's been stuck in my mind is that he was very shy as a child. To keep this from becoming just general information about Rook! Yutu, unlike his father Yutu never got over his shyness, so a lot of their bonding revolves around Rook encouraging Yutu to see the beauty in himself. He books tickets to shows, symphonies, and ballets in advance so he can make sure Yutu knows when they are going out and can prepare himself to be seen in public. They plan their outfits together in advance, look up information about the company and what they are going to see so they can appreciate the art just that much more. On the day of Rook makes sure to kiss Yuu goodbye, and promises to come home safe. But not to worry, he always has Yutu help him pick out a bouquet of flowers to bring back for you. (Unless you're allergic to pollen in which case he'll bring home something else.)

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #vil schoenheit x reader #cater diamond x reader #jade leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #👉👈 annon #i think anyway

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queenofcoquette · 1 year

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first steps to self improvement

introduction

hey loves! i want to make a post for people who have just decided to self-improving. to be healthier and happier but they don’t know where to start. 2 years ago i was in a similar position and i never though i’d be doing as good as i am today! i want to share some tips and then give my own advice too on how to begin :)

where to start?

self improvement is about one thing- knowing yourself. understanding your flaws, your skills. what YOU want. consider what your insecurities are, what your struggles are- whether with your mental or physical health. ask yourself:

what is the biggest thing i can improve on?

what changes do i want to make in my daily routine?

what habits do i want to pick up?

mental health

your mental health should be your FIRST step. a lot of times our mental health will bleed into our physical health, our discipline, pretty much everything. i also want to stress the importance of mental health because you might genuinely have a mental health condition that you don’t know about. my tips are mainly about just being a happier person, but getting treatment should always be the first step if you have a serious mental illness. :)

keep a mental health journal. i want you to keep a journal to record your thoughts, the negative ones. when you do that i want you to think deeper and get to the root of your feelings. keeping a journal to vent and understand yourself better will help you so much! i struggled a lot with regulating my emotions but having a healthy place to vent has made me a lot more stable.

find ways to cope. find habits that help you feel less stressed or sad. things that you do when you’re experiencing serious emotions in order to feel better.

shape your thoughts. be able to recognize when your thoughts are becoming toxic, judgemental, self-loathing etc. notice your own patterns and begin to correct yourself.

practice healthy habits. practicing meditation and mindful breathing are ways that i’ve found really help. but at the end of the day self improvement is about YOU- what works for you and what helps you grow as a person.

observe and reflect. one thing that helped me mature a lot is just reflecting on my actions, my choices and observing the world around me. have awareness of how you act.

reminder- life isn’t about being happy 100%. it’s not about avoiding anything that might cause unhappiness, sometimes it’s about dealing with these problems head on.

physical health

the first step with bettering your health is knowing what YOU need to work on. is your sleep schedule bad? is your diet not balanced? first you need to identify what you want to better yourself on. physical and mental health also go hand in hand- to improve on is to improve the other.

improving your diet. make sure to eat a variety of foods. improving your diet isn’t easy so always start with small changes. eating at home more often or learning to cook is a big first step that makes a big difference. incorporate a variety of fruits, vegtables and proteins. educate yourself on nutrition.

staying hydrated! most americans are dehydrated and i definitely know a lot of people who don’t drink enough. make sure you’re getting enough water! water should always be your main drink since it’s the healthiest.

get active. exercise is so important to our bodies. obesity in america is going way up, and it has a lot of complications to it. working out can mean a lot of things- going for walks, bikerides, or traditional home workouts.

get more fresh air. i know a lot of people might not live in areas where they can go outside or hang out for a long time, but making small changes like opening windows can help a lot.

fix your sleep schedule. getting proper rest is crucial in how our bodies function. if your sleep schedule isn’t good than put your attention towards fixing it.

maintain good hygeine. this is self explanatory. if your hygeine isn’t good or you don’t have a consistent routine, then develop one.

my advice

start small with everything. when you want to have healthier habits start with doing them a little bit and then eventually doing them for longer periods. what i mean is start something attainable (like working out everyday for 10 minutes) and once you’ve grown accustomed to that than you can change it to 20 minutes or so on.

develop habits. choose habits that better your body and mind and stay consistent to them! for me i always make sure i workout, journal and read EVERYDAY.

self improvement is very personal. a lot of my points made here are vague. at the end of the day self improvement is knowing what you want to improve and then incorporating healthy habits into your routine and staying consistent.

consistency is the key to success!

#that girl #that girl 2023 #pink pilates princess #queenofcoquette

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CEO! Noah who takes great care of his pregnant wife and his son who is on the way, He does everything and dedicates himself to everything that relates to you, his beloved wife and his son who is on the way make him want to be a better person and provide everything for them

AH ! MIXING MY CURRENT FAVE WITH MY USUAL FAVE????? Ugh gonna end me

“Sir-“ his reception speaker went off

“Not now. I don’t want to see anyone”

“I understand sir but your wife is on her way up,”

Noah’s having a super shitty day. Not only did one of his important clients make an appearance today, and no one was ready. He also had a very bitchy client who keeps backing out and coming back into a business deal and it was getting on his last nerve.

Just thinking about it made his head throb

Just then there’s a knock at the and you open right after. Your form coming into view as you walk over with your 7 month bump

He could just feel the stresses of the day fade away. His head becoming light if his problems and his body relaxes and a smile grows on his face the closer you get.

He stands up and hugs you gently with a kiss to your lips and you’re head

“You know I love when you come visit, but I don’t want you walking so much!”

There he goes! Using his business voice with you to keep you on bed rest.

“Noah, you know I get bored at home!”

“But that’s why I bought you so many clothes! To start putting outfit together, I got you those new shoes so you’d be comfortable. And where’s the coat I got you it’s freezing out there!”

He may be a bit protective

“It’s only 60° hon,”

“That’s too cold for you guys,”

You cup his face with your hands and bring him down for a kiss. His hands instinctively rest on your bump and caress it softly

“Noah, you’re stressed as it is here at work. Please, take a step back. We’re fine,”

“I……I know but. All this can go to hell, I’m just worried about you and them….”

It was true Noah puts in over time even if he’s the CEO! He wants to make sure you and your baby were set, worry for nothing and overall just happy and safe and healthy He’s bought everything needed, the nursery is set, he even has preschools selected for when the time comes. He even cleared out the extra office off to the side of his own in case if he had to bring your son with him to work

He was ready….maybe overly ready

But he’s worked all this way and time for him…then he married you, then you announced you were pregnant and his world flipped on its axis in the best way possible

Now everyday he comes into work dreading what he would have to deal with, he looks at thew sonogram on his desk and knows that his role as your husband and father of your baby he MUST do more.

suddenly his phone rings and he rolls his eyes as he sits to answer it

"Noah Sebastian speaking...." he motions at you to come over and you know exactly what he was wanting. You go and sit in his lap while his hand tapped and caressed your bump "Sure....10% like we discussed...perfect. See then,"

"something good?"

"finally closed the deal, looks like he gave me good luck," he kisses your head giving credit to your son for the good fortune that he had received.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #noah sebastian x reader #badomens #ceo noah sebastian

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charismaofobedience · 9 months

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Hi and welcome to my professional analysis on whether the hypmic men could survive rios bootcamp. All the statements on this are facts and cannot be simply disagreed upon without proof. The assessment to each individual ranking can be found under

Rio - that's rio. easy

Ichiro - I think running around ikebukuro doing errands gives him some pretty good stamina AND strength to get through it all, could do it no problem and would possibly have fun doing it which is an added bonus for doing well

Kuko - Monk training gives him good strength and stamina to do it! Even if he couldn't do something, I feel like kuko would somehow end up doing it out of sheer spite due to others doubting him

Dice - Dice gets through so much shit I think he'd do it no problem only to die AFTER it's all done if this makes sense. Plus he does hang out with Rio so this man should have some training under his belt

Hitoya - special clause for this old man. I would put him with jakurai and rei BUT. You have to consider he deals with kuko and jyushi on basically a daily basis. Kuko alone probably gives this man strength to do it if we are being honest

Samatoki - could do it. Samatoki is pretty strong and all but I don't think this man could go through the pushups for long when we consider the state of his lungs. He has the strength but I don't think he has the proper stamina for it, however, he'd do it and just act like it's nothing

Ramuda - don't be fooled by the cute face. Ramudas high energy comes into play here and helps a lot, especially with stamina, even if the strength is lower than others. It also, however, depends highly on this thing WANTING to do the boot camp or not, which has a high chance of not wanting to unless necessary and, even if doing it, ramuda would whine throughout it.

Jiro - Ichiros brother, also doing shit around ikebukuro. The fact he's good at sports also helps a lot here! He'd do pretty well, however, even with the stamina being here, I don't think his strength is at the levels of the ones above to put him there

Hifumi - would rush through it and do it easily if only to check onto doppo who's currently dying on the floor, so it would take some small time. Gigolo would do it well but only if there are women around to impress them so it's a highly dependant case

Rosho - current maths teacher ex bad boy or whatever the shit. due to his age he has some difficulties surely BUT the strength from his past absolutely is still around. The main problem would be stamina

Jyushi - you need to scare them before and then they'd be rushing through everything to get it done quickly. Also highly dependant on if the vkei clothes are actually there or not, if they are, they're passing out almost immediately due to heat

Doppo - i don't think this man knows what an exercise is, you could easily fold him in half. Lives his life in an office and getting home just cries himself to sleep like the average office worker in Japan. F.

Gentaro - Oya do you really think I could not do this Daisu ufufu ^-^ immediately falls to the floor and passes out. Look at the way this man dresses. Another case of heatstroke in this cast. Even if he was wearing lighter clothes he's a writer and reader, does not even know what an exercise is meant to look like. Would instead pull a book out of nowhere and read while the others go through the bootcamp

Saburo - 14 years old hacker who absolutely stays up late doing tech stuff. Do I need to say more.

Sasara - he'd do one push up and a silly goofyass sound effect like point would play. It means his spine broke.

Jyuto - cop + look at the way he's built

Jakurai - he is healthy, don't get me wrong! However his old man bones aren't meant for this anymore!!!!!! Just let him rest. While the others are doing the push-ups just let him go to these public elder academy places

Rei - dies in 13 seconds max.

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followthebluebell · 3 months

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what were q's issues? i tried to search your blog but tumblr is tumblr

Oh, that's because I never really went public with the extent of his problems. I didn't want to deal with the potential 'just euth him' comments, especially since I genuinely don't think a compassionate euthanasia would have been wrong.

Anyway, his butthole didn't work.

That's the short version.

I'm gonna put a more full history under the cut because it's really gross. Like fair warning. There's a lot of discussion of this cat's butthole, poop, and health issues. If you just want to keep imagining him as a cute little fluffball, maybe go look at his pictures instead.

Specifically, his anal sphincter didn't seem to function. His anus was just open and loose. Whatever was wrong with him ALSO seemed to affect his scrotum. Cats tend to hold their testicles pretty high and tight but his were super loose. I'm genuinely not sure if there's an actual connection there, but it was weird enough that it made its way into my notes about him.

He also had loose stools so he was just kinda constantly dribbling all over himself, whoever was holding him, his bedding, the floor--- you get the idea. He required frequent baths: he'd get a bath at the start of my shift and at the end, at the very least. Most nights had an evening bath as well. That way, he could at least stay somewhat free of excrement. This was terrible for his skin, of course; that's an excessive number of baths. It was just one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't situations. Considering the alternative was letting him sit in his own waste, we decided that baths were better.

He also wasn't gaining any weight. He wasn't taking in ANY nutrition from his food at all. Whatever went into him seemed to come right back out within a few hours. He was being tube fed for two weeks; he didn't seem capable of eating without grinding his teeth terribly. I genuinely wasn't sure how much sensation he even HAD in his anus until I caught him on camera squatting in a box.

That gave me hope more than anything else did. It at least told me he had nerve endings back there. It was just the sphincter or maybe the last inch or so of his intestine that seemed defective. Since he was such a sweet kitten otherwise, we decided to give him a chance to grow. The plan was to get him to UC Davis or a similar teaching hospital in the hope that they could extend his good intestine and sort of construct an artificial sphincter.

And then he just got over it. I picked him up to give him his morning bath and his butthole was just SLIGHTLY puckered. Over the next few days, I took a series of the grossest pictures in my fucking life and confirmed that his sphincter was sphincting. He started eating voraciously on his own. He started growing. He also stopped tooth grinding-- again, I don't know if this is significant, but it's another thing that made it into my notes.

I have no idea what happened, but I'm glad he's healthy. He just needed time to grow into his butthole or something.

#Q #cat #persian

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marvelsmylife · 3 months

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Running from your problems

Pairing: Azriel x reader, TBD avenger x reader

Plot: not being able to see Azriel (your mate) pining over some he’s been in love with long than you’ve been mates, the reader seeks out a witch to help her but ends up escaping to another universe where Azriel can’t find her.

A/n I’m putting a pause on my Soul(Mates) story to write this story instead. It’s another ACOTAR X Marvel crossover but with another Marvel love interest. Please send in who you want the reader's love interest to be (Thor, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, or Wanda).

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You weren’t stupid. You noticed how Azriel would look at Mor when he thought nobody was looking. It wouldn’t be a big deal if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s been with you (his mate) for the past five years.

He tried to make you feel loved. He made sure he told you that you looked pretty and initiated sex a healthy amount of times; deep down, you knew his heart didn’t belong to you. It belonged to Mor. The worst part was that Mor did not feel the same way about him.

She would tell you that she only saw him as a brother, that she would never dare engage in anything sexual with him. That infuriated you even more because you so desperately wanted to have the attention Mor was having from your mate, yet she didn’t care.

You found yourself venting to Nesta about the situation you were in and caused her to get angry on your behalf. You knew Nesta already had a problem with Mor before you confided in her your situation and you felt horrible that you added another reason for Nesta to hate her. “Please stop thinking so low of yourself. You are gorgeous; Azriel is lucky to have you as a mate,” Nesta pleaded with you one day when you were talking about how you didn’t feel like you were pretty enough to be Azriel’s mate.

You wanted to believe Nesta, you really did, but no matter what she said, you kept comparing yourself to Mor. You wondered why you couldn’t be as pretty as her.

The last straw came when you returned from the library and noticed everyone was sitting around for dinner. You scanned the room and saw that Azriel was sitting right next to Mor and was staring at her as if she was the only female in the room.

Not being able to stomach it anymore, you made your way towards the front door. “Y/n, where are you going?” you heard Feyre ask and got the attention of everyone in the room.

“I need to get some fresh air. I was in the library all day and just need some air,” you announced.

Nesta glanced over at you with a concerned look on her face but quickly looked over at Cassian: “Cass, why don’t you fly y/n down. I think a nice walk around town will make her feel better.”

“Yes, of course,” Cassian got up and made his way over to you. “Are you ok?” Cassian asked when he reached you and noticed a sad expression on your face.

“Yes,” you lied: “I just need to clear my head”.

Against his better judgment, Cassian scooped you into his arms and flew you down into the city. The second you landed, Cassian placed his hands on your shoulders: “We’re going to go out to Rita’s in a few hours. Meet us there so we can take you home, ok?”

“Ok,” you replied before turning and started wandering the streets of Valaras.

You wandered the streets for hours trying to figure out why you weren’t good enough for Azriel. Was it the color of your hair? How are you dressed? Maybe it was your personality that kept him away.

You were thinking of ways to fix your situation with Azriel when you came across a well-known witch in Valaris. That’s when you decided to see if she had anything to help you with your problem. There were rumors that she had a spell to remove a mating bond so you decided to see if it was true.

Entering her shop, you immediately got hit with the scent of incense and was greeted by a quiet voice: “My, my what brings you into my shop today girl?”

Nervously, you asked her if it was true that she could remove a mating bond: “I’m sorry girl, I do not have such a thing,” the witch apologized before adding: “I do however know of a spell where it will transport you into another universe where mating bonds do not exist. Would that work for you?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately: “How much is it going to cost. I have money let me just-”.

You started digging for money when the witch placed her hands over yours: “Do not worry about paying. I feel the desperation to break free from your mating bond. Just promise me you’ll find what you're looking for wherever you end up.”

“Yes, I promise,” you replied.

The witch sent you a sad smile before she got started on the spell. It took a while for the witch to perform the spell, but a portal appeared in front of you. “Are you ready to enter your new life?” the witch asked.

“Yes,” you whispered before stepping into the portal.

Little did you know, your life was about to be turned upside down when you realized where you were going to up.

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ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: ellie comes back home from a patrol but, surprisingly, shes not exactly alone

warnings: 18+!! would be a smut but our poor main charavters got interrupted by someone😔

writers note: i dont even know why i wrote that like this js so random.. anyways my requests are still opennnn !!

You were sitting on a couch, waiting for your girlfriend to come back from a patrol.

Just when you started to worry, you heard the door open. You could tell right away Ellie wasn't alone, she was talking to someone. Or something.

"Come on, Daisy, meet your new mom!" You heard her say and then you saw her standing at the doorstep of the living room, where you were. And right behind her was a fucking dog. A beautiful, long-haired labrador, skinnier than it should be but still healthy. It stared at you, feeling your mixed feelings, not wanting to scare you by suddenly running up to you.

"Come on, babe, look at her! She's so cute! Look, she doesn't want to hurt you!" She chuckled, while the dog continued to maintain eye contact. You couldn't help but notice her ears perked up, as if she understood your frustration. "What, don't like dogs?"

"I love dogs, that's not the point! We're in the middle of an apocalypse, we can't afford a... a dog!" You said, trying your best not to break at the sight of your pretty girlfriend with the cutest dog ever.

"We found her outside while we were out scavenging. She's really friendly, and we have plenty of food here. Plus, having her here would be a great way to be alerted to anything that might endanger us." She continued to pet Daisy while walking towards you. Daisy's tail wagged vigorously, happy to be amongst the attention.

"Besides, I'm sure she'll help keep your spirits up. I've noticed recently that you seem more stressed than usual." She sat down next to you, still playing with the dog. "Can we keep her?"

"Whatever, I see you made a choice already anyway." You mumble, leaning your head on Ellie's shoulder and staring at Daisy.

The dog nudged her head into your leg, demanding your attention. Ellie let out a giggle. "See, she likes you!"

"She's such an attention seeker. And there's going to be fur everywhere..." You rolled your eyes but you leaned forward to pet her anyway.

You couldn't help but crack a smile as you felt her soft hair. Even with her malnourished appearance, she was still clearly a healthy dog. Ellie placed a kiss on your cheek as she looked at you both.

The dog pressed her face into your leg once more, showing some appreciation for your affection.

Ellie chuckled. "We have bigger problems than that, you know... Like surviving and dealing with those infected."

You only smirked in response, not fully convinced.

"What a good girl." Ellie whispered to Daisy, joining you in petting her.

You gasped and your eyes widened. "Oh, so she stole my nickname already?" You laughed with mock-offence.

Daisy's tail wagged aggressively, as if thanking you and Ellie for the attention. A light chuckle could be heard from Ellie. "Yep! You have been replaced. I guess you'll just have to get over it."

After a few hours you lied down, snuggling with Ellie, getting ready to sleep when you heard characteristic tapping of paws on the floor. Then you felt something laying down between yours and your girlfriend's legs.

"God, is she going to replace me in the bed too?" You groaned.

Ellie giggled once more. "Looks like it. I mean, you gotta admit, she's not a bad choice for a replacement."

"We have a free room opposite of ours, she's going to sleep there. I'm not letting her on our bed." You looked down at her adorable puppy eyes before adding: "Today's an exception."

"Awww, look at you, already making exceptions. Maybe you aren't so mad at me for finding her after all." Ellie caressed Daisy's head, causing her to wag her tail faster. "And what if she comes into our room anyways?"

"She better not." You rolled your eyes.

A month passed. A month of hard work. Daisy was a lovely dog, but you needed a lot of patience with her, and to your misfortune that's the trait you always lacked.

Ellie was spending most of her free time teaching her some tricks. You loved watching them together, plus, Daisy was a really fast learner. But, there's obviously a 'but', you and Els spent less time alone because of that. She promised she will make it up to you.

And the day came. She was on a long walk with your pet, like, really long, to tire her out. Ellie wasn't tired at all as she had something else walk for her - her horse - Shimmer.

Daisy went to sleep in her room right after she visited you in the kitchen, as if she wanted you to know she's back.

You and your girlfriend didn't waste any time - she sat on top of you, pinning you to the bed as she kissed your neck. Her lips were gentle, yet hungry, as she was nibbling on your body, not hard enough to hurt you but to leave some red marks.

Even though it was just the start, you already felt yourself soaking and your legs softly trembling. Your body missed her so much it's un-fucking-believable. Your breath shaked and you didn't waste it on talking.

Your legs were spreading wide open as Ellie rubbed her knee between them.

yes, ellie definitely does the knee thing yall cant change my mind

You felt your chest flush with heat, your breath getting heavier with each moment that passed. You tried your best to focus on the feeling of her lips and tongue on your skin. The nibbling was definitely a little ticklish, but the warmth of her lips helped to counteract that. You wanted to touch her, but at the same time, you wanted to just enjoy the moment, her hands exploring every inch of your body, her movements slow and gentle. It seemed like the perfect beginning to an incredible evening.

It seemed.

Then, something barked. One time, two times, three, four...

Ellie pulled away to see Daisy sitting near the bed, tilting her head, clearly confused about what you both were doing. She laughed and shushed the dog but you felt only disappointment.

"M' sorry, babe." She shrugged. "I thought she'll sleep like a baby after a five kilometers walk!"

You sighed, resigned and fed up. "Whatever. Double the number next time. Or just give her to Jesse for one night, I don't care."

Oh, how quickly a dog could ruin the whole mood.

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