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mrwavellswaps · 8 months
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The Parental Solution
“Could you at least put on some shorts or pants if you’re just gonna lie around the house like that?” I asked my dad after walking in on him sprawled across the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs that did little to hide his large assets. Especially when he had his thick thighs spread like that
“Come on kiddo. It isn’t anything you haven’t seen before. Can’t a guy just lounge around on his day off.” He replied with that same subtle smirk he always had as he rested his head against his hand. I cursed myself internally for not being able to help glancing at his armpit for a moment. “Besides, I’m the man of this house and so if I wanna lie around in my underwear then I’ll do just that.” He added sternly before reaching down to give his fat bulge a rub.
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I rolled my eyes a little before quickly exiting the room and letting him get back to watching sports on TV. After all, I didn't want to give him a chance to see the growing erection in my pants. I just can’t help it when he shows off his body like that. He knows exactly what he’s doing too. You see that man lying on the couch and showing off his manly form isn’t actually my dad. Not in spirit anyway. It’s actually my best friend Jason inside my dad’s body!
It all started when we were kids. Both me and Jason had pretty shit parents and it was part of the reason we bonded so much. We became each others support whenever we needed it. For me I lived most of my life with my dad after my mom walked out on us when I was very little. Ever since then my dad had been distant and bitter. He wasn’t abusive towards me or anything but he was certainly neglectful to say the least. Jason on the other had definitely got the worse end of the stick with parents that were borderline manipulative and even abusive towards him growing up. I remember telling him all through high school that the moment he turned 18 that he should just get the hell out of there. That day came over a year ago now. Jason turned 18 not long after me but even with the job he had, he still couldn’t afford to move out. Especially with his parents practically stealing half his wage. Before long the two of us were 19 going on 20 soon and Jason still couldn’t see a way of escaping his parents for years to come. That’s when I decided something had to be done.
For weeks the two of us had been brainstorming ideas to get Jason out of his parents house. We considered putting our wages together and renting a place to share but with how much prices had been going up recently, that didn’t seem like a sustainable option right now. Neither of us had other family members we could stay with either. We even considered going to a homeless shelter together but decided that’d probably do more harm than good in the end. After all my home life wasn’t nearly as bad as Jason’s but I wouldn’t wanna leave him alone. After a while we started to lose hope, believing that Jason would just have to put up with his horrible parents for the foreseeable future. That was until I stumbled across a curious shop that I’d somehow never noticed before…
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Gilgamesh’s Magic Shop - For all your magical needs
The shop radiated a strange presence that I couldn’t help being drawn to. “Magical needs?” I raised an eyebrow as I read the large golden letters that adorned the sign that sat on the front of the building. My first thought was that it was one of those fake magic trick shops but it seemed pretty interesting and I didn’t exactly have anything else planned that day so I decided I might as well check it out.
Upon stepping inside I came face to face with a plethora of weird items and objects filling the many shelves around the shop. It all looked incredibly ornate with how well organised and decorated it was. Naturally I couldn’t help poking around a little, inspecting all sorts of books, potion bottles and crystals that all claimed to have magical properties.
“Ah, hello sir!” A man called from behind the front desk. I couldn’t help but jump a little as I could’ve sworn he hadn’t been standing there a second ago. He looked to be in his early 30’s or so but still looked amazing for his age. He had short hair that shimmered in the light with its golden blonde colour while his handsome face adorned a dusting of stubble. The clothes he wore looked rather unusual, almost like a mix between a wizard cloak and casual suit. “My name’s Gilgamesh but most people call me Gil. I’m the owner of this place so if there’s anything in particular you’re looking for then just ask.”
“Oh… um thanks.” I blushed a little at the stunning man’s proposal. “But I don’t think any of this fake magic stuff is gonna help me all that much.”
Gil laughed. “Please. The magic I sell is anything but fake. Here I’ll prove it.” I watched as he walked around the front desk and grabbed a potion bottle off a nearby shelf. Without any hesitation he popped the top off and downed the potion in one go. What I saw changed my view on magic forever. There was a moment of silence as Gil smirked over at me. Then without warning he lurched over and groaned. I could only watch on in astonishment as his once ordinary sized frame began expanding at a rapid rate. Seeing as his clothes grew tighter while his body packed on excessive amounts of fat and muscle. His entire body growing thicker and stronger! It was hard to tell at first but as his clothes started to rip I began to see how he was growing hairier as well! Even his light stubble from before poofed out into a large blonde beard! At first I’d thought the groans meant he was in pain but as the transformation came to an end, after his voice had deepened significantly, I realised they were actually groans of pleasure!
“W-w…what the fuck… just happened!?” I stuttered, looking up at the new man before me.
Gil turned and smiled at me. “Muscle bear potion.” He stated simply. “Does exactly what it says. Turns you into a big muscle bear of a man like so.” The huge shopkeeper gestured down at his now massive burly body. “This one is only temporary and should wear off naturally within a week but we do sell permanent versions as well.” He explained as he made his way back behind the counter once again, struggling to move a little with his big belly and thick appendages straining against the torn fabric of his clothes. “Looks like I’ll have to grab a new uniform from the back to use the next week though. Oh well, I’m sure my boyfriend Simon will enjoy seeing me like this.” He laughed heartily.
Before I stepped foot into that shop I believed magic was nothing but tricks and fantasy. But after witnessing that man transform right before my very eyes, I had no choice but to believe everything about this shop was real! All the spell books, all the magical clothes, all the powerful crystals. It had to all be real!!
After regaining my composure I managed to explain my situation to Gil. Telling him all about Jason and the situation with his parents. Of course Gil sympathised with the situation and told me I was a good friend for sticking by Jason and wanting to help him. He stroked his beard a little as he thought until he came up with a magical solution to my problem. “You know, I think I’ve got just the thing that’ll sort your friend's situation right out.”
Gil began wandering through the shop, searching the shelves for something in particular as I followed behind him. As he did I couldn’t help glancing at his big bear butt from behind and I guess he could feel my eyes on him judging by the look he gave me shortly after. Before long he ended up pulling another vial off the shelf, this one being filled with a shimmering blue liquid. Strapped to the bottle was also a small instruction manual on how to use it. “This should do the trick. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. Its pure liquid essence made from the blood of real bodysnatchers.” He explained though I didn’t even begin to pretend like I knew what he was talking about. “Drinking this will grant you the powers of a bodysnatcher for a one time use. I think it’ll be perfect for your friend Jason.”
Next thing I knew we were back at the cash register. After much reassurance that this potion was exactly what I needed to help Jason, I ended up forking over my cash and buying the strange looking vial while silently hoping I wouldn’t come to regret it.
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When I first told Jason about what I’d bought he thought I was insane and rightfully so. Before visiting the shop I would’ve been the same. But after a ton of persuasion I managed to get Jason on board with my plan to get him away from his parents. To put him in a whole new body. I’d given it a lot of thought already by this point and had decided on the perfect candidate. My dad. I figured that way I’d be hitting two birds with one stone. Jason can get away from his parents and Jason can take the place of my asshole dad! It was perfect! He was quick to agree to this as he’d always had a bit of a crush on my dad anyways so anything that involved him was a green light from Jason.
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Once it was decided, I brought Jason over to my house while my dad was napping and began going through the instructions with him.
STEP 1: Drink the nectar of the bodysnatcher to allow its power to sink in. Drinking the whole vial is recommended for a smoother experience.
Jason was a little hesitant but with a little encouragement from me he twisted the lid off the vial and tossed it back. Before long the entire potion had disappeared down Jason’s throat. Moments later he described a strange feeling pulsing through his body. Almost like he’d just taken a bunch of caffeine as new energy pumped through his veins.
STEP 2: Find a recently worn article of clothing belonging to the person who’s body you wish to take and put it on.
The two of us snuck upstairs as quietly as possible so as not to wake my dad. We could hear him snoring quietly from his bedroom as I reached into the dirty clothes hamper. Moments after I pulled out a pair of my dads smelly black socks that he’d likely worn to work that day before passing them to Jason who immediately pressed them to his nose.
“Oh come on dude. Really?” I whispered, watching my best friend shamelessly huff on my dad’s worn socks. “Just put them on.”
Jason rolled his eyes, giving the socks one last sniff before starting to pull them on. “Whatever man. I still don’t believe this weird magic shit is real but I know your dad’s hot scent is.” He sniggered quietly as he finished tugging the oversized socks on.
STEP 3: Find the person whose body you wish to take and kiss them directly on the lips. This act will activate the magic now within your body.
Now that Jason had my dads socks on, the pair of us crept towards his room as quietly as possible before slowly pressing the door open. There, laid out on the large king sized bed was my dad. His body was only half covered by the bed sheets as he slept in nothing but his underwear from what we could tell. I could already feel Jason’s eyes burning with desire as he gazed upon my sleeping father. He didn’t even care if the magic worked, he just wanted to plant his lips on my dad.
The two of us tiptoed closer until we stood over my dad, gazing down at him while he dreamt. I gave Jason a nod and he knew exactly what to do. Slowly and silently, Jason undressed until he was completely naked besides my dad’s socks before creeping onto the bed. I held my breath nervously as he manoeuvred his way on top of my dad so that he had one leg on each side of my dad’s body. Jason glanced over at me with a smile before looking down at my father again. Then without another second wasted, Jason lowered himself down until his lips pressed against my father’s…
Almost immediately Jason’s body began to glow slightly while a volt of magic surged through both his body and my dad’s. This immediately woke my dad, his eyes going wide as he saw his son’s best friend kissing him. But they couldn’t pull away. It was as if their lips were glued together somehow! I could only watch in bewilderment as my dad started kicking his legs beneath Jason and flailing his arms around but it proved pointless as soon enough he seemed to lose all the strength in his body. Almost like he was paralysed. It seemed as though Jason was experiencing the same thing as his body now laid dead flat on top of my dad. I would’ve been worried had I not heard Jason moaning delightfully through the kiss. Whatever was happening I knew it had to have felt good.
What happened next looked like something directly out of a Sci-fi movie. Jason’s body glowed once again as it slowly began to sink into my dad’s body. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but as I watched Jason’s legs disappear into my dad’s beefier ones, I was forced to believe it. The rest of Jason’s body soon followed suit as his arms were next, Jason lining them up with my dad’s before allowing them to sink in as well. By this point my dad must’ve been experiencing just was much pleasure as Jason was by how his eyes had rolled back, not to mention how they both had obscene bulges that were rubbing against each other. That is until Jason’s crotch sunk into my dad’s as well, causing my dad’s dick to grow even harder. This process only continued with Jason’s torso fast disappearing until the only thing left was his head sticking out of my dad’s body, lips still pressed together. But of course that didn’t last long as even Jason’s head eventually pushed its way down inside of my dad’s head. Sinking into his body completely until my father was the only one left, now wearing the socks Jason had stolen from him.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried when my dad’s body started convulsing. For a moment I considered calling 911 but just as suddenly as it started, the convulsing stopped, leaving my dad’s body still and calm besides the pulsing erection in his underwear. “Dad? Jason?” I asked the sleeping man, not knowing who’s name to call. He didn’t reply. Only grunting and murmuring with his eyes closed. Then, without warning, he let out a deep moan which resulted in the pouch of his underwear getting soaked in cum. I had to look away in embarrassment…
“Whatcha lookin that way for kiddo. The show’s over here…” I heard my dad’s voice say but the tone behind it didn’t sound like him at all. It sounded cheerful almost, totally unlike his usual resentful self. I turned back around and I saw my dad now sitting up in bed with a huge cheesy grin on his face as he ran his hands along his thick hairy pecs. “You know I didn’t believe you at first but holy fuck… this is great! My voice is so deep! And I’m so hairy… fuck and these tattoos.” He traced a finger across the inked skin of one of his biceps while simultaneously admiring the thick muscle it sat upon.
“Jason? Is that really you in there?” I asked, still not quite believing that potion had actually worked even after all I’d just seen.
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“Who else baby!” I watched as he hopped out of bed excitedly and dashed over towards my dad’s bedroom mirror. The way his face lit up upon seeing his reflection said everything. “But you can call me dad from now on…” he stroked his beard, admiring the facial hair he’d never been able to grow before as he inspected his mature looks. I could tell just by the expressions he made as his fingers ran across his face and down his body once again that he adored each and every sensation. Groping every part of my dad’s body that he’d always fantasised about touching. His pecs, his biceps, his ass and of course his cock. One of his rough hands glided over his wet crotch as he squeezed his cum soaked dad dick, still bulging in his underwear. The way he smirked so full of lust and desire was a look I never imagined I’d see on my own father’s face. Only after all that did he finally turn back to look at me and say “Unless of course you’d rather call me daddy instead.”
“Eww no! You’re literally my dad now Jason! That’s… weird…” I trailed off a little at the end. I’d never been attracted to my own dad before. Why would I be? He was an asshole!! Sure he might’ve been exactly my type with muscles, body hair and tattoo but… he was fucking dad for fuck sake! So why the fuck did I feel butterflies in stomach when he put a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m just kidding man. But seriously thank you for this. With your dad’s body I never have to go back to my shitty parents. Not to mention I look hot as fuck! I always wished I could fuck your dad but this is a whole other level.” With that he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a big hug, something my dad hadn’t given me since I was a kid. His strong hairy body and sticky crotch grinding against my own. “You’re the best *son* a dad could ask for.” He added, holding me tight in his arms allowing for me to get a good whiff of his scent.
After that I could’ve denied the feelings I had all I wanted but the semi in my pants was a dead giveaway. Jason chuckled as I rushed to hide the bulge but it was too late. My face went red as he gave me a pat on the back. “Don’t worry about it, Son. Can’t blame you for getting a little excited around your old man with how manly I am.” He was already acting so cocky and confident. “Now how’s about you and I head downstairs and go through everything I need to know to pull off being your dear old pops. That is after I’ve taken a nice long shower of course to familiarise myself with this hot dad body heheh.”
By that point I could already tell this was going to be a wild ride…
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And that brings us back to the present. It’s been two weeks since Jason took my dad’s place and he’s been able to play the part perfectly, albeit coming off as a much friendlier version of my father. Turns out that when Jason took my dad’s body, he absorbed my dad’s soul as well. This in turn allowed Jason to tap into all of my dad’s memories, emotions and personality whenever a situation called for it. For all intents and purposes, he literally was my dad now. Hell he even insisted that I always call him dad even when no one’s around. It was weird at first but I’ve gotten used to it I guess.
He never fails to mention to me how great being inside my dad’s body feels. Whether it be his new muscles as he flexed them in the mirror, or bragging about how big of a load his big dad cock and balls can bust now. Loving his new beard, smacking his new ass, appreciating his new tattoos, gawking over his smelly new armpits and the list goes on. He described to me how great it feels to finally be treated like an equal by all the other adults around him when at work only to come home and boss me around in the most seductive ways possible.
If there’s one thing I do somewhat regret about all this however, it’s that now Jason won’t stop teasing me with his new body every chance he gets. Like today when he’d been laying on the couch in just his underwear, practically waiting for me to walk in on him. Whenever we were home alone he made sure to wear as little as possible to show off his body and I was always trying my utmost to tear my eyes away from him. But when he walked around in the house in nothing but a tight jockstrap that showed off his bare ass, I just couldn’t stop myself from staring and imaging what it’d be like to stick my face between my dads hairy cheeks… fuck! I can’t believe he’s managed to do this to me!
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Now here I was scampering out of the living room, trying to get the thoughts of my hot new dad out of my head. Everyday it’d been getting worse. I’d been popping boners to my dad more often and even multiple times a day. It didn’t take long for him to slowly start infuriating my jerk off sessions starting with him crossing my mind for a moment as I jerked off until eventually it got to the point where I was having entire jerk off fantasies around him! Imagining what it’d be like to fuck or be fucked by him. And could you blame me when he was constantly shoving that hot body of his in my face! It was torturous at this point. Like he was slowly trying to wear me down. And it was working.
“Hey son. Why don’t you come back through here and watch some sports with your old man. You can snuggle up to me if you want.” Jason said as he came up behind me and wrapped my dad’s strong arms around me and pressed his arousal against my ass. “Come on, I know you love being close to dad.” He cooed, his voice so deep and soft at the same time that I practically melted on the spot.
Before I knew it Dad had managed to guide me back towards the living room where the two of us sat on the couch together watching sports. Jason had never been that into sports before so I could only guess it was a trait he’d picked up from my father after the takeover. As we watched he made sure to wrap an arm around me to keep me pulled close against his body. I didn’t want to admit it but I actually really enjoyed getting to be this close to him now. To feel his hairy body pressed against me as the scent from his pits filled my nostrils. It was driving me crazy.
At one point during the game, dad decided to stuff his free hand down his briefs to fondle his fat hairy balls. Just watching him do such a thing made me horny as fuck to the point where I wished I could’ve been the one cradling his big balls instead. Of course this was all according to dad’s plan as quickly noticed I’d lost all interest in the TV and was now totally focused on him. With a smirk dad pulled his hand out of his briefs and without a second of hesitation he pressed that very hand against my face.
“There you go boy. Huff on that.” He commended as the powerful aroma of his sweaty dad balls invaded my nose and overpowered all my senses. Before I knew it I was sinking deep into his hand, sniffing the scent deeply and craving even more. I knew it was wrong. It was my dad’s body. My dad’s balls. My dad’s scent. But… I craved it so fucking badly! And I only had myself to blame for giving my best friend that damn body!
In a flash I was down on my knees and between dad’s legs as I shoved my face into his pouch. Feeling the heft of his heavy balls press against my face through the tight fabric of his briefs. Allowing the powerful smell to wash over my face. He held my head down, forcing me to kiss and lick his bulge as his thick length grew harder. I wanted nothing more than to take it in my mouth and swallow every last drop of cum he had stored in my dad’s balls. And as he finally pulled down his briefs, allowing his thick cock to spring out in front of me, it seemed as though I was about to get my wish.
What followed was a scene of a father relentlessly face fucking his son as dad absolutely destroyed my throat with his cock. It was clear he’d been waiting to do this ever since I helped him steal that body. Thrusting his hips back and forth as he forced his thick cock as far down my throat as he could, making sure that I gagged on every glorious inch. I have no idea how long it went on for as I was still entranced by his aroma and by just how good it felt to feel his thick dad dick in my mouth but soon enough his moan started to grow and before I knew it my mouth was filled to the brim with thick salty cum.
I fell backwards having just swallowed my best friend's load. No… my dad’s load. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done but at the same time I didn’t find myself regretting it either. If anything I wanted to do it again right! When I sat back up I was of course greeted by a view of my dad’s softening cock as it dripped with cum. “You’re such a good boy for swallowing all of daddy’s cum.” He placed a gentle hand on my cheek, smiling softly. “As a reward, I might let you sleep in my bed tonight. Maybe then dad can give you a demonstration on how real men fuck. How’s that sound?”
“Oh yes please dad! I need your dick inside me!” I blurted out without thinking. I couldn’t believe how much of a slut he’d turned me into.
Dad chuckled softly before shoving my face back into his crotch. “If you clean me up nice and good, I’ll make sure your wish comes true son.” He didn’t need to say another word, I was already licking away. Dad went back to watching TV while I cleaned off his cock. Lapping up any remaining cum dripping from his cock before running my tongue across his soft, but still surprisingly large, shaft. Even after that I couldn’t stop myself from licking his big sweaty balls which dad didn’t seem to mind. God they tasted incredible…
And as my tongue slid back and forth, I couldn’t help but be thankful that I found that strange Magic shop when I did. To think that magic not only existed but could make something as crazy as this a reality?! Maybe I’ll have to head back there sometime and pick out something for myself. After all, Dad won’t stop going on about how amazing it feels to have a bigger, more mature body. Maybe I should find a way to get one myself to see what all the fuss is about…
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gammija · 8 months
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it's a bit of a fandom joke that Martin is good at lying to authority figures (elias, peter, even jon with his CV), but i wonder if his CV is the first of it, or if he had to learn younger
we don't get a lot of info on his mum, but we do know a few things. she's stubborn, too unwell to support both herself and a child, hates Martin, awful.
Probably too proud to ever ask for help, much less from Martin, much less to weather the indignity of having to ask her only son to drop out of high school to support the both of them. So it was probably Martin's idea, and i bet he was already trying to work full time at whatever paying job he was able to get, a while before he actually officially dropped out
just leaving in the morning, after helping his mum, telling her he was going to go to school and then going to work, hoping school wouldn't call about his absences while she was awake
on a sidenote, it makes a lot of sense that he would start lying about his age specifically - minimum wage practically doubles between being 17 and 21. and when minimum wage still didn't pay enough to support two adults, well, it's a small step to try and fill up those extra years with some extra credentials
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𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
summary: y/n tries to blend into the group, meanwhile it’s harder then she thought. on the other hand, memories are getting back to her.
wordcount: 3.328k
tw: swearing, y/n is a little bit bitchy (again but not that pick-me style), finally some action, flashbacks about parents (i won’t tell you what’s my purpose with this hahahahah), crime. some heartwarming fluff (i won’t spoiler, read it girlie)
author's note: it’s half 1am, edited this on phone. sorry for not writing, i had a job interview, yaaay!!
part 1 part 2 playlist!!
“so, what do you think about hyeon-ju and the plan?” woo-jin asked as they sat at the table.
“she seems cool. but a little bit antsy. i’m not familiar with personal questions at job interviews.”
“why, what were your interview questions?” woo-jin asked, as gun-woo handled the meat.
y/n snickered.
“my boss just looked at my cv, i had enough experience. i’m working at a bar, i’m a so-called little boss. nevertheless, my wage does not show this” y/n huffed a little, getting a message. looking at it, she chuckled. “oh, speak of the devil, it's him! asshole.” she murmured as she put away the phone.
“won’t you gonna answer it?” gun-woo asked. y/n shook her head.
“no, he probably bothered me with some easy-peasy tasks. i swear if i wouldn’t be there, he couldn't even sign or read a paper about procurements!”
“at a bar? what is the name?” woo-jin asked.
“pink panda. close to the station, but not too close for drunk people to get home.” y/n replied. gun-woo’s chest tightened a little bit; if woo-jin and y/n get to talk about this, he’s gonna feel… like an outsider.
“i know that place! me and my friends got to drink there a lot, but i never saw you.”
“probably you were just too drunk.”
at y/n’s words, the three laughed. “working in a bar is cool, even if we close at 10pm because of covid. a lot of people came and went from where i work because the management didn’t have the money to pay them. only mine and some co-workers’ salaries haven't been shortened; everybody else's has varied through time.”
“that’s shit… i used to teach gym classes to kindergartners at my friend’s school, a gym teacher of some sort. but since then it was shut, i’ve been a bit of a bind.”
“well, don’t worry about it,” said y/n, as she chewed on the meat that gun-woo served them. “that probably didn't suit you anyway.”
“you think so too?” gun-woo laughed. y/n smiled and nodded.
“you two can go and damn yourselves, kids fucking love me!” woo-jin protested. “but i suppose, with drunk people it’s a little bit more difficult.”
“don’t even begin, please,” y/n shrugged, “i can handle them. lot of people try to suffocate their depression and unsuccessfulness into alcohol, but only the bartenders see how broken they are. probably, you wouldn’t sober in a bar, especially at night, that’s why you don’t care about other people, but workers, like me can see everything. i have had to gain a lot of nerves ever since i started working at pink panda. with covid, happy parties and celebrations started to decrease, and more and more working, depressed men and women had come to us. i couldn’t think that i’d have a sore heart anytime when it comes to closing time. shit, some people’s state is seriously a cause of concern.”
“that’s really depressing. see, now you made a bad vibe! how can i happily eat this meat if you say these kinds of things? aish, y/n, i just wanted to ask if you can make some good drinks, and now we are here, like in some death row.” woo-jin tsked, y/n furrowed her eyebrows.
“oh, well, then sorry to tell you that! i can’t recommend these people to go to a psychiatrist anyway.” she murmured.
“why not?” gun-woo asked, and then y/n looked at him through the fog of the frying pan.
“because i have to work somewhere too, and i’m too dumb for a major in psychology.”
the three laughed.
“true, true. now then y/n, what kind of drinks can you make?” woo-jin asked, tucking some kim-chi in his mouth.
“anything you want. why, you want to get drunk?”
“no, i’m just saying that if our mission goes well, maybe you could practice with us. i like cocktails with whiskey, and tequila!” woo-jin suggested.
“whiskey? you seem like a vodka-type of guy.” y/n responded. gun-woo listened to the two, and somehow felt ashamed for not drinking as his best friend.
“and what do you think, what do gun-woo drinks?” woo-jin asked, nudging gun-woo with his shoulder. y/n tilted her head, like she was guessing. gun-woo hoped the blush didn’t creep up to his cheeks, like he felt the embarrassment filled his veins.
“i don’t know… maybe he doesn't drink? he doesn’t have sunken eyes like you.”
“sunken eyes? i do not have sunken eyes!” woo-jin huffed. “and what do you drink, y/n?”
“maybe it’s gonna surprise you, but i don’t drink that often. i have to say that i only drink on special occasions. but, a good gin or some fine cocktails are always a prize for my liver. seeing other people’s misery everyday, somehow takes away the mood from alcohol.”
gun-woo tried not to let the flashbacks kick in, as he thought about his dad. he imagined, what if y/n still serves his father in pink panda but she doesn’t know that it’s his father.
“if i could make a decent cocktail, i’d make drinks everyday. everytime! when i was in the marine, me and my comrades had to drink shit soju or whiskey, or rum with cola. it was terrible!” woo-jin shivered, probably from the memory of the taste of it.
“cola and rum could be cuba libre, but judging by the marine, i would say that yeah, it was really just some shitty alcohol-juice. talking about marine, gun-woo, are you an ex-marine too?”
woo-jin grinned, clinging to gun-woo. “believe it or not, but gun-woo was the best part of the marine! he was elite! scouts! cool, huh?”
y/n smiled, looking at gun-woo.
“didn’t know you were this cool.”
if gun-woo’s heart wasn't already beating fast in his chest, y/n’s words and the confident smile on her lips guaranteed to cause him an almost-tachycardia. how could she be so cool and so cute at the same time?
“i… i don’t like to boast about it. being a marine gave me such good things as patience, tolerance, and stamina. maybe that’s how i could begin boxing, without these things, i could have maybe given up.” gun-woo said shyly, y/n clinked her chopsticks with his.
“if you have nothing else, you can say these things with confidence, you know? my father was also a scout at the marine, and he wa… is the best man i’ve ever knew. look at me, i don’t even have any experience from the military, i’m only a girl who works in a shitty bar with shitty people.”
“but you can mix cool drinks! cocktails!” woo-jin protested, making y/n shrug her shoulders.
“and you can fight in many martial arts!” gun-woo added. “can is ask… something personal?”
y/n leaned back, furrowing her eyebrows in a funny way, but her expression was calm and absentminded.
“we aren’t at the interview now. and you two seem to peel every skin off of me. so, go on! ask me.”
gun-woo curled his fingers a little bit.
“why do you know this much about martial arts? i don’t want to insult you, but girls your age… aren’t so interested in these. did something happen… or…” he didn’t know how to continue it. y/n nodded, pushing away the plate from herself a little bit, like if she needed some place.
“it’s a family tradition. before yeongsan, we also lived in the outskirts of seoul. some places are really dangerous, we lived in a building estate, but crime like rape and theft was common everyday. my father knew that if i don’t learn how to look out for myself, i can be a victim easily. in the beginning, i hated training and boxing, and that my father beat me up with the sons of his friends. i hated running in the morning, i hated doing push-ups and practicing the movements… but after that, when i was like eight or nine, i don’t remember, my mother got harassed when was coming home at night. seeing her sad, crying and sitting with her at the police station… broke something in me. “y/n snuggled in her seat, looking down at the plate. “i hated the place we were living at, i hated every person on the street, i saw everyone of them as the attacker of my mother. i used that hate to gain my strength, everyday. i ran everyday to get away from the men who wanted to harass me, i fought the guys in my father’s gym to beat the guys who picked on me at school. and i… i made a promise every day.”
“promise of what?” woo-jin’s voice was like an axe that broke the ice. y/n looked up at him.
“that nobody can beat me. that i’ll fight, cut or run out from every dangerous situation. and everybody that hurts my family or my loved ones, that means that they hurt me.” y/n answered.
“you are so brave”, gun-woo said, from instinct. it didn't matter if the girl’s mother, sister, friend or whoever got hurt… it mattered that they had the same cause to get strong. to protect. and those people who train and fight for other people’s protection, that meant that they never used it for bad.
“what? i’m not!” the girl shook her head. “i’m just strong. it’s really bad to say, but if mother doesn’t get harassed… maybe i never learn that there’s actual danger in the world. or i learn, but too late, when i can't do anything about it.” y/n protested.
“you are cool, y/n. i mean, you dont look like you could beat a guy. or, in other meaning, any guy.” woo-jin added, getting her huffing.
“just because i don’t have big muscles like you, that doesn’t mean i can’t beat others! okay, people who are built like mountains are the exception, but i still can run.”
gun-woo thought about in-beom, and how the man beat him, even if gun-woo was really strong. he imagined that what if y/n was in front of in-beom… only thinking about made his stomach churn. he’ll never let y/n meet in-beom, and never will let him hurt her.
“did you run from situations?”
“sure. i don’t fight if it’s already hopeless. but it was only two or three times, when i was little. it’s also important to measure your chances and possibilities if you don’t want to die.”
“wise words. but now, let’s eat!” woo-jin ended the conversation by getting a bite from the meat.
after lunch, the three were getting back to the bookstore. gun-woo walked beside y/n.
“you were right, when you said that thing about chances, and possibilities. maybe… i should have run too, or gotten myself and my mother safe.”
“i think if you ran from smile capital, they could have found you again, and again. i don’t know if you did the right thing, but let’s say that you didn't have any other choice. and if someone's life is at stake, then… you feel that you gotta give in everything, if their life matters to you.” y/n replied.
“did you… find your mother’s aggressors?” gun-woo asked. y/n looked at him, nodding.
“yeah. i… i wanted to kill them. my own desire to kill scared me too, i was only twelve! but in the end, i thought i couldn't bear the weight of killing three people. i rather beat them up, and called the police that they tried to assault me. i told the policemen that it was self-defense, when it came to their wounds. i guess they’re still in prison, but i’m not sure if i could recognize them again.”
“did you hurt other people too? for vengeance?” gun-woo asked, the girl shook her head.
“not that hard. just frightened away some boys who disturbed me in school. after school, i never wanted to go to university. i don't have instagram or any social platform, i don’t want other people to see my face on the internet. even that’s a miracle that you found me.”
“you father is sir choi’s friend. i think that sir choi thought about you. did something happen to your father?” at gun-woo’s question, y/n shook her head, stopped walking.
“can you… just please, don’t fuss about my father? i know that you don’t ask me because you want to tease me, but…” y/n stepped closer to gun-woo, looking into his eyes. gun-woo didn't see tears, but something much more frightening: sadness, the type of sadness that washes over any other feeling. suffering from memories, from something that you can’t change. her lips tightened, like she tried to keep something inside, eyebrows furrowing, but in the painful way. “...it’s more horrible than you can imagine. everytime i want to talk about it, it’s… like i see everything in front of myself again.”
gun-woo nodded, his expression hardened.
“did the president of smile capital do that?”
for a couple of seconds, y/n’s face was still. she wasn’t even blinking, but then, a nod, soft as a breath came from her. gun-woo patted her shoulder, looked into y/n’s eyes again. they were shining from something he couldn't name. she focused on every word that came out from his mouth.
“we’ll catch yang jae-myeong tonight. you don’t have to worry about those memories anymore.”
[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]
the sky was dark as hyeon-ju’s car rode through the empty streets of seoul. they followed the car that supposedly drove yang jae-myeong and his gang to steal IDs in the dark of the night. y/n tried to follow the car with her eyes, but hyeon-ju then threw a cap to her to cover her hair, the mask was already covering the lower side of her face. woo-jin and gun-woo sat in the back, y/n on the passenger's seat beside hyeon-ju.
“so you know the plan, right?” hyeon-ju asked, as y/n tried to tuck all her hair under the cap. it was impossible, she had longer hair and the cap would slide off with every slight movement.
“do i really need to wear this shit?” she whimpered as she looked constantly in the little picture of the rear-view mirror. hyeon-ju didn’t even look at her as she kept driving.
“you have unusual hair, y/n. what do you think, would it be ten or fifteen minutes to find you on the streets? smile capital has people everywhere!”
“okay, chill. geez…” the other girl murmured, in the little mirror, she saw gun-woo’s eyes. y/n made an ‘is hyeon-ju seriously this crazy and antsy?’-look. gun-woo snickered, his eyes crinkled and y/n knew he wanted to laugh.
hyeon-ju suddenly stopped; woo-jin almost knocked his head into the seat in front of him.
“ow! are we here?” he asked, hyeon-ju turned back.
“get out. and don’t fuck up the plan, remember?”
“yes!” the three answered in a choir, climbing out from the car. y/n pulled her jacket over her body tighter, in the middle of the night, it was colder than a couple hours earlier. but it was january, so she didn’t complain. in the outskirts of the city where she lived before she had to move on, winters were more cruel. her mother always filled the heating pad she used for menstrual cramps, took it under the blankets so y/n didn’t freeze at night –but several times, when her father didn’t come home, only at sunrise, she slept with her mother. although the cold was almost breaking her bones, she found a calmness that she couldn’t find anywhere else. not in the warmest room, not when she was sitting in her bathtub on her own rent.
“there he is” woo-jin muttered, shaking y/n out of her memories. it’s no time for reverie, it’s time for action. they sneaked down on the stairs where the gang was going down, as quiet as they could. gun-woo looked at y/n, nodding reassuringly. y/n nodded back, trying to hear what they said, but they were too far to get to know anything.
“we need to go closer” y/n whispered to gun-woo, who nodded.
“i know.” he answered. “maybe we…” but then, woo-jin ran forward, hiding behind another pillar under the arcades. gun-woo tried to sing to him, but the other was singing constantly, “stop singing to me! we’re gonna get caught!”. woo-jin accidentally knocked down a box. the thud was so silent, and yet so loud. y/n didn't have to see that yang jae-myeong and his gang suspected something.
“oi, is there someone?” the air froze. y/n’s heartbeat began to overcome her breath, she looked at gun-woo. they communicated with their eyes.
we're gonna get caught. we fucked up!
don’t worry.
they heard footsteps. y/n closed her eyes, the leap seconds seemed to be hours, and the footsteps were like ticking bombs. she tried to disappear just thinking about it, but opened her eyes when she felt something… something with her hand. it was warm, and had a little grip on it, but so gentle that only the warmness was constant. y/n slowly looked down.
gun-woo held her hand in his. y/n barely held hands with anyone she knew, but with him, it was so natural. like he always used to touch her. she didn’t try to shake it down, maybe it was from the adrenaline, but more because of the comfort. it somehow calmed her down, but only for a second, when she heard footsteps again. she didn’t knew how far the bad guys were, and it confused and frightened her. he didn’t see yang jae-myeong ever, was he a mountain? or the best fighter in the town? he surely had a knife, she could handle it, but his gang… were they not enough for them? all these questions got the worst out from her. that’s it, we’re fucked.
no, we’re not.
gun-woo slowly lifted up his other arm, putting his pointing finger in front of his mouth, be quiet. y/n nodded, but when the footsteps were like the closest, she waited for that yang jae-myeong guy to pop up beside gun-woo’s head. now she was the one who held a tight grip on gun-woo’s hand. she didn’t dare to close her eyes. she could almost hear gun-woo’s breath and heartbeat.
“come on man, there’s nobody! you’re just drunk, fucker.” another guy said. y/n tried not to breathe out so loudly. the footsteps faded, y/n tried to count it. by ten footsteps, maybe they were distant enough and had turned down in the arcades. woo.jin looked at them, y/n bend over gun-woo, giving him a ‘i’ll blind you with your own fingers’-look. gun-woo, slower than a sloth, began to peek out. he turned back as fast as lightning, giving y/n a little heart attack again. he nodded. it’s clear.
y/n nodded back. then, go!
sneaking on the only possible way down, they heard as yang jae-myeong began to bewitch his next victim. he got the homeless man, got his ID. y/n’s anger boiled, but he couldn’t do anything. they sacrificed the smaller bad on the altair of the bigger good. it reminded her of when her mother played ‘what do you see? i see a…’ game with her, to get her away from thieves and homeless people.
yang jae-myeong wasn’t that lucky with the second one. as much as y/n could hear, he stole the ID from him. idiot, how could he not remember? he only had one job! y/n rolled her eyes, but when gun-woo shook her shoulder, she looked there. they were beating the guy.
“what the fuck?” she whispered to woo-jin, who catched gun-woo’s arms.
“gun-woo, you can’t be involved!” he tried to stop him. with every thumping and clanking sound, bones and body parts were clashing to the ground, gun-woo looked at y/n. please, stand by my side. please reassure me that it’s okay to fuck up a plan and saving a man from dying. please, let me do the right thing.
y/n huffed.
“we don’t have time to negotiate on this. i don’t give a crap about this plan if we let an innocent person die.” she said, didn’t even finish the sentence and gun-woo began to attack. he easily knocked down the two of them, leaving only yang jae-myeong standing.
“who the fuck are you?” the guy yelled, y/n looked at him. he didn’t even look like a criminal; he seemed like a normal guy. or an asshole. okay, more like an asshole. gun-woo hesitated, this was yang jae-meong’s moment to attack as he flipped out his butterfly knife. the moment of shine didn’t come though; as y/n saw the sharp object directed at her friend, she kicked out from his hand. “and who the fuck are you?”
y/n didn’t say anything, only standing undo a fight position; she didn’t even know if it was krav maga, systema or muay thai —it was her instinct.
seeing the overpower, yang jae-myeong decided to run away without his gang. loser; they’re just doing this together for money. y/n was proud of herself; how fast did she make deductions! surely it was the adrenaline.
as the bad guys ran away, gun-woo crouched down to the man, touching its head —it was swimming in blood. if he wasn’t dead already… he could be just in ten minutes.
“call the ambulance” y/n said. woo-jin was freaking out at the time.
“hyeon-ju is going to kill us” he said, with his phone in his hand. the girl stepped in front of him.
“no, she won’t. call her, tell this, otherwise she’s gonna find it out and she or we all gonna get in trouble later.”
“but—“
“no buts! it’s our only choice.” y/n didn’t know why, but she added a “if she’s yelling really loud, give it to me.”
“why? you are freaked out too! you wanted to kill me!”
“you knocked down a damn box, geez! just call her! tell her what we did. and try to calm her.”
“thanks for the impossible task” he murmured, as he searched for the girl’s contact.
tooking off her cap and mask, y/n felt a little bit relieved as she could breath fresh air after the stale one under her mask. crouching down to look at the men, checking his pulse, she looked at the neon signs. her chest felt sore, and this whole situation was so screwed.
looking at gun-woo as he talked to the ambulance on the phone, for a couple of moments she just stared in front of her.
according to the minutes when yang jae-my ring was just assuming that someone was following them…
…now they were truly fucked.
𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.
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BUNNY HOP
bunny hybrid!Soobin x bunny hybrid!reader
-As a bunny hybrid, Soobin is having the hardest time controlling his natural instincts and needs. He goes as far as working with and befriending humans in order to keep his hybrid side in check. Then, he gets evicted from his small apartment, and his forced to move back on campus in the bunny dorm. Because he's not used to living with other bunnies, he gets overwhelmed. Once a certain embarrassing accident happens, he suddenly becomes attached to someone.
Genre(smut): smut, fluff
Smut warnings: there's no distinct roles here, but Soobin is leaning more towards sub here, inexperienced Soobin, big dick soobin (obvi), breeding kink, soobin is quite rough, heat sex, reader is on birth control, mommy kink, slight overstimulation, hand job
Words: 8.9k
"You sure you don't want to come to dinner with us, cottontail?" Soobin's coworker, Hyunjae, asked with a laugh. Soobin chuckled uncomfortably, not exactly used to the name his human coworkers liked to call him. He shook his head.
    "I requested to stay a few more hours." He said with a tight smile. "Have to pay rent somehow."
    "Oh, alright, whatever's good for you." Hyunjae said. "I'm not sure where we're going is going to serve what you guys eat anyways." He laughed. Soobin knew he meant it as a joke, but it make him wince a bit. He was still human enough to eat stuff like meat and pasta, he just avoided it sometimes.
    He waved goodbye to his coworkers as they clocked out to enjoy the night for themselves. The restaurant wasn't so busy at this late of night, so it was fine that Soobin was the on of the few workers left. He was struggling with paying his rent every month while working a minimum wage job. It sucked even more that he didn't get as many tips due to being a hybrid in a majority human facility. It was much cheaper to live on campus, but Soobin couldnt possibly do that. Assimilating into the human population was good for him. At least, that's what he told himself every day.
    He lethargically slugged up the stairs of his apartment complex, finally able to return home at 1:00 AM. The elevator stopped working and had been under maintenance for almost a week already. It was like torture, having to walk up these steps to the 6th floor after an 11 hour work day.
    Once he finally made it to his studio apartment, he felt he could finally breathe. His apartment was small, cramped and cluttered, but it was all he could afford in this city.
    He fell onto his bed, disregarding the use of a shower and the growing pile of undid homework sitting on his desk. He started to think that maybe living paycheck to paycheck just so he wouldn't be around his own kind was starting to be a little too hard...
    Okay, maybe a lot too hard.
    He stared in agony at the paper taped onto his door that said in big letters, "EVICTION WARNING". He tore the paper off, whining quietly to himself. He didn't pay rent for one month, and he told his land lord that he was going to make it up this month. It doesn't help that she was going to raise the cost of the rent up. It was as if she desperately wanted Soobin out. 
    He stomped his way into his apartment and onto his laptop. He had to get another job. Or at least a better paying one. He couldnt work two jobs and be a full time college student, he didn't have that much time in the world. Maybe he could mow people's lawns, or tutor students at his school. Oh, what the hell, he didn't even have the qualifications to do those things. 
    One more warning from his landlord, and he'd be out for good. He sighed, holding his head in his hands. This was too much for him. His parents definitely weren't going to help, because they were the ones trying to get him to live on campus from the start. Maybe he should've listened...he quickly shook his head. He was perfectly fine living here. He was just going to have to make some adjustments in order to make it work. That's how life is.
One Week Later
    He kept his head down while he walked to his first class of the day. He didn't want to attract too much attention, but that was hard for him, as he was more than six feet in his height, if you didn't count the large white bunny ears on top of his head. 
    He hated being here, he really did. Everywhere, he smelled the pheromones of every other hybrids, the pheromones getting exceptionally stronger whenever he passed by a bunny hybrid. Why did there have to be so many bunny hybrids attending this school?
    It was especially worse once he entered the lecture hall. Bunny hybrids seemed to take a liking for the liberal arts. He scaled the room, hoping that no one took his usual seat that was in the back corner. He inwardly rejoiced once he saw that it was empty, and he quickly took his seat. He busied himself by scrolling around on his phone before class would start. Though, instead of looking at his phone, he usually scanned around at the other students for no particular reason. 
    There weren't many predator hybrids that went to this school. The usual would be fox hybrids, skunk hybrids, cat hybrids, or dog hybrids. The really scary ones were quite scarce. It was a blessing that none of them were in this class. 
    Amongst his scanning, Soobin got hit with a wiff of extremely strong pheremones that had him widening his eyes in surprise and confusion. Weirdly enough, it was you who had came to sit next to him, despite the free seats scattered around the room. You had small black ears that stood upright and from where he was, he would see a white fluffy tail. You were very small. He assumed that you might've been a mini rex. The thing that had him gripping onto his pen the hardest was the fact that you smelled like roses, caramel, and cider wood, if that combination was possible. It was like your scent was the only scent he could smell now.
    "You don't mind me sitting here, right?" You asked in a sweet voice, even though you were already sitting there. To be honest, he minded very much.
    "N-no, it's okay." He gulped.
    "Great." You smiled, taking out your books and setting it on your desk. Soobin felt quite uncomfortable sitting so close to you. Your scent was intoxicating, and it made the bunny side of him rise. That's exactly what he didn't want. His bunny side was a complete burden. 
    He didn't notice that he was staring at you until you turned to face him and he quickly looked away.
    "What's your name?" You asked him. "I havent really seen you around here. Are you a transfer?"
    He shook his head, his cheeks and ears red. "My n-name is Soobin. I've been here...for three years."
    "Ah..." You winced. "I didn't notice. That sounds bad, doesn't it?"
    Yes. "No." He said. "It's fine."
    You smiled at him, turning back towards the front. Soobin closed his eyes in relief. It wasn't like he didn't like you or anything. He just wasn't the best with conversation.
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    After what felt like a long day of classes, and an even longer day at work, Soobin rode the bus home, nerves spiked. He felt sick to his stomach at the prospect of what he would see when he gets home. He's been feeling this way everyday since the eviction warning that was taped to his door. Soon enough, there wont be a warning, but a notice instead, and he dreaded that. He hoped his landlord will give him just one more chance to pay his rent, just one.
    He got off the bus and walked the majority of the way home, which took only a couple of minutes. Soon enough, he was on the sixth floor, slowly dragging his feet across the linoleum. Once he got to his door, he saw exactly what he was dreading.
    'EVICTION NOTICE'
    "Fuck..." He mumbled, leading his head against the door. He now had five days to move out, or his landlord would more than likely take him to court.
    Once he got inside, he called his dad, knowing that he would be awake at this time, and he told him the news. Of course he expressed diappointment, but he was more than happy to finally persude Soobin into living in the dorms like he should've been from the start. Once he got off the phone, he sighed, seemingly just looking into the depths of nothing. Moving into the bunny dorms on campus may not be as bad as he actually thinks, but he just hates the fact that other bunnies can affect him so much. It was easy for him to get angry around them, it was easy for him to get overwhelmed around them. Maybe if he got used to them, it wouldn't be so bad.
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    He rolled his suitcase down the halls of the dorms. He could admit that the building itself was nicer than his old apartment building, thats for sure. Instead of linoleum and old tiles, there was navy blue carpet that had stains, but only if you looked closely.
    He held the sticky note in his hand as he looked for room 3B. He was nervous to meet his roommate, and it was like he could feel energy coming from every door he passed. He felt wary about having to intrude in someone's personal space. Whoever it is might not like him. If that happens, what if they fight? And then what if he gets kicked out? He'd be a homeless bunny! A stray, if you will.
    He stopped at a wooden door that said 3B, and he took a deep breath before putting unlocking the door and poking his head in. It seemed empty, so he quietly walked all the way in, closing the door. He froze once he heard someone speak.
    "You're back that fast?" It was a feminine voice. He got confused as he watched someone walk out of the bathroom. He notice the black upright ears. "Soobin?" You said, perplexed.
    "D-did I walk into the wrong room, the key worked, m-maybe they gave me with wrong key-" He panicked as he turned to the door.
    "No, this isn't my room." You said. "Jake did say he was getting a new roommate. I was just here to hang out, but he went to go get us some snacks."
    "Oh..." Soobin said, slowly turning around, feeling awkward. You were kind of blocking the way to get further into the room, but instead of saying anything, he just stood there.
    "I guess this is why I never see you. You didn't even live on campus." You laughed. "I guess I'm going to see you more often, since you're rooming with my best friend."
    He tightly smiled, nodding his head, all while avoiding eye contact. 
    "Aren't you gonna ask me my name?" You lifted a brow. Soobin's words got stuck in his throat, ad you laughed once more. "You must be shy. Cute. My name is (Y/N). Nice to meet you."
    Soobin was about to say something before the door opened and hit him in the back. he quickly moved out of the way, his ears bright red by now.
    "Oh?" A man poked his head through the door at the collision. "Sorry! You must be my new roommate?"
    Soobin nodded.
    "It's a shame you met (Y/N) first, she didn't give you any trouble, did she?"
    "Shut up, Jake." You said, rolling her eyes. "Soobin and I are already friends. Aren't we?" You wrapped your arm across his shoulder, tip-toeing to do so. He felt overwhelmed, your delectable scent abusing his senses. He choked and started coughing while you looked at him with concern, his face red from both the coughing and embarrassment. "You okay, Soobin?"
    He nodded frantically. You looked him, eyebrows still furrowed. 
    "Uhm, I should go, though." You said. "I wouldnt want to interrupt while you unpack. You got yourself a pretty good roommate, I admit." 
    "She's right." Jake said and you rolled your eyes.
    "See you around." You smiled, then left the room. Once the door closed, Soobin felt a wave of relief, being left with only a trail of you scent, and the scent of...burning wood? He guessed that's what Jake's scent was. He didn't particularly like it, but he didn't hate it, either. Jake also had floppy brown ears. He seemed nice enough.
    "So...what major are you in?" Jake asked with a smile, flopping down on his bed.
    "Literature..." Soobin said quietly.    
    "What was that?"
    "Literature." He raised his voice a bit.
    "Ah...don't people usually say that literature is useless?" Jake asked. "Why'd you choose it?"
    "Well, I enjoy it. And I enjoy reading." Soobin said unzipping his suitcase to unpack. He was used to getting these questions about his major, so it didnt annoy him too much.
    "Hm...you seem like a reader." Jake chuckled. "You're not a freshman, are you?"
    "I'm a junior."
    "Oh? I'm a sophmore."
    Soobin nodded with a tight lipped smile, having nothing more to say, and enveloping the room into an awkward silence.
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    "Did you take your heat supplements?" Yeonjun, his only hybrid friend asked. Soobin nodded. "Then you don't have to worry about your raging hormones while living in the bunny house. You've been living there for what, like, two weeks already? You'll be fine."
    "But...I'm almost running out of supplements." Soobin said. "You remember when I dropped an open bottle in my sink? I managed to save most of them, but I don't have enough to last me for the month." Soobin recalls the law where you can only purchase a months worth of heat supplements every 30 days.
    "You could borrow some from someone else, like your roommate."
    "Jake doesn't use supplements. He told me that." 
   "Then you could be like him and just go our natural way of life." Yeonjun shrugged and Soobin shook his head rapidly. For one, he didnt have a heat partner, and for two, he absolutely despised having a heat. He despised the uncontrollable urge that hybrids had, and he despised that as a bunny hybrid, his heats were longer. "Just chill out about it, Soobin. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but one day you're going to have to go through at least one heat. Heat supplements have bad effects over time."
    "I know, I know." Soobin sighed. "I'm going to stop using them after college, don't worry."
    "Mhm." Yeonjun looked at him with his eyes squinted, but Soobin ignored him. Soobin really meant it, though. After college, he was probably going to find his mate, and then he was going to stop taking heat supplements. It was only about a year and a half until then. He would be fine waiting that long.
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     Sitting in class, Soobin was once again tense at the fact that you were sitting next to him. You could tell how tense he was, yet you weren't sure why. He always seemed that way.
      "Hey, Soobin?" You asked in a sweet voice, quiet enough that the professor wouldn't hear. "I'm having trouble with the lesson, do you think you can be my study partner at the library tonight?" You just wanted to get to know him better. Also, he seemed to know what he was doing when it came to annotating passages.
      "Uhm, s-sure." He said. "What time?"
      "I'll be at the library at 7, so you can come anytime after that." You smiled.
      "O-okay."
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      Soobin was nearly racing to the library after he finished his last class of the day. It was almost 7, so you should be there, anyway.
What if she thinks i'm weird for being so early?, he thinks. At that, he immediately slows down, going from speed walking, to taking a simple stroll down the quad. 
      Soobin felt honored, honestly. Of all the people in that class, you decided to befriend him and ask him to study with you? If your scent didn't impact him so much, this would've been perfect…
      Finally approaching the library, Soobin checked his watch to see that it was 7:02 PM. Was this still early? Well, he didn't think that making you wait would've been polite.
      He opened the door to the library, walking in and immediately scanning the place so he could see if you were there. He felt nervous for some reason, like there was butterflies in his stomach. It wasn't a date or anything, he was just helping you study. Right?
      He finally laid his eyes on you. You were sitting at a table near the windows, textbook already open and writing notes. You were probably getting started on your homework.
    He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before walking over to the table, and clearing his throat to signify his presence. You slightly flinched and looked up, smiling when you saw Soobin.
    "Oh, Soobin, hey!" You said, gesturing to the seat beside you where he could sit. "I didn't think you'd actually come at 7."
    "Should I have come later?" He asked.
    "Nope, this is perfect." You said. "I was reading the passage we got for homework and I was starting to get stuck. You came at the perfect time."
    "Ah..." He nodded, a relieved smile on his face. "That's good." He took out his textbook and notebook, flipping to the page that the passage was on. He quickly skimmed it to get the gist of the passage. "What part were you having trouble on?"
    "Here...professor Song said we have to find at least 5 examples of allusion." You said. "I've found 4, but I cant seem to find another one."
    "Hm, let me see..." Soobin read over the passage again, looking for an allusion, then he looked over at the notes you've ready made. "Ah! Here, where it says, 'The network of chains that reached the ship were designed with the thought of the mathematic genius of Einstein'. The allusion here is Einstein himself."
    "Oh, really?" You said, eyes wide at missing that, then you chuckled. "It's so obvious, yet I missed it."
    "I-It's okay." Soobin said.
    "You know, you're really smart, Soobin." You said. "Do you think you can help me with my essay coming up for my journalism class?"
    "Of course." He said a bit too quickly.
    "Great! We can do that after we finish this homework." You said. "Is that too much?"
    He shook his head. "It's not too much at all." The longer he looked at you, he could feel his attraction to you multiply, his hormones going crazy at sitting so close to you. You were wearing a sweat shirt and leggings, but he swore you had to be the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
    He could feel himself losing control of his hybrid side, and he quickly stood up, excusing himself to go use the bathroom.
    You were confused at his abruptness, but shrugged it off. Soobin was being incredibly helpful, and it only made it better that he was so handsome. You smiled to yourself thinking about his shy antics. What a cutie.
     Soobin came back after a few minutes, his mind back in the right place so you guys could get some work done. He really did help you with your essay, and you were sure that you were going to get an A.
      "Thanks, Soobin, really." You said, getting up from your chair. It was almost 10 PM. "Maybe next time, I could buy you dinner to repay you."
      "Oh? Well, y-you don't have to-"
      "But I will." You smiled. "Good night, Soobin." And you walked past him towards the door. When you were far enough away, you could still smell the trail of his scent. It was a mix of clean linen and strawberries. It could probably be up there for the best scents you've smelled. You wondered if he liked your scent as much as you liked his.
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      Soobin walked into his dorm room from having yet another study "date" with you. That's what he liked to call it at least. It was the fifth time you asked him to help you study, and each time, he was more than eager to do so.
     This time, he had mustered up the courage to buy you dinner instead of you doing it. You tried to refuse, but he did it anyway, and it sure made him happy to provide for once.
     "Oh, hey Soobin." Jake said when Soobin entered the room. Soobin scowled, knowing Jake wasn't able to see him from this angle. Over the past month that he's lived here, he figured out that he didn't like Jake. He was pretentious, and he didn't have a filter. He said what he wanted without caring if they hurt anyone's feelings. He wondered how you and him became friends. 
      "Hi, Jake." Soobin said dryly.
      "You go out often." Jake said, chuckling. "I thought you'd be a homebody."
      "You...you shouldn't judge so quickly." Soobin said, taking off his jacket.
      "I'm not judging...Its just an observation. You're so sensitive." Jake rolled his eyes.
      Soobin was getting tired of him constantly pointing out what he thought was bad about him. He's too sensitive, he's too quiet, he's so nerdy, this and that. "How did you become friends with (Y/N)? Because she really doesn't seem like someone to befriend assholes like you."
      "Woah, woah, woah." Jake said with a smile, showing Soobin that he didn't take him seriously. "Feisty. Are you on your heat or something? Chill."
      "No, Jake, I'm not going to chill when you sprout bullshit out of your mouth every time you see me." Soobin said, finally able to speak his mind. "Do you have a problem with me or something?"
      "Well, you obviously have a problem with me, because I didn't even do anything. I can't make a harmless joke without you crying about it."
      "I-I'm not crying about it. The jokes just aren't funny, and they're demeaning."
      "N-n-no they are f-f-funny, you're just s-s-sensitive." Jake said, mocking Soobin and laughing afterwards.
      "You're genuinely an asshole." Soobin said, his face red from anger. Before his emotions could get out of hand, he stormed out of the dorm even though it was nighttime. He'd just sleep over at Yeonjun's tonight, he didn't care. He couldn't be around that man-child for any longer. He wished he could talk to you about it, but he remembered that Jake was your best friend and Soobin was just barely your friend. You probably wouldn't even believe him when he'd tell you how horrible Jake really was.
      Once he got to Yeonjun's house, he explained everything that happened, and Yeonjun let him angrily rant on and on about it. Once he was done, he noticed exactly how tired he was, and Yeonjun let him crash on his couch. He was dreading having to go back to his dorm tomorrow and having to face Jake once again. The weekend coming up suggested that Jake had all the time to bother him since they'd have no classes.
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       Soobin held onto the door knob of his dorm, contemplating whether to turn it or not. He thought that maybe it would be nice staying out for a bit more, but then he remembered how all of his stuff was here. 
      Closing his eyes tightly, he hoped that Jake wouldn't be here today. His mood was ruined even further when he opened the door and heard Jake's voice. But this time, Jake wasn't alone. There was some girl that Soobin never met sitting next to Jake on his bed. She had upright brown bunny ears. Soobin looked at them in confusion.
      "Ah, I'd thought you'd never come back." Jake said standing up.
      "I don't want to talk to you." Soobin said. He meant for it to sound meaner, but there's obviously wasn't enough malice coming from him.
      "Hear me out, Soobin." Jake said. "I want to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I genuinely thought I was just having a good laugh. To be honest...I'm worried about you."
      "Worried?" Soobin frowned. "Worried for what?"
      "Well, you've been quite irritable for this past week, i mean, more than usual." Jake said. "So, i connected the dots, and I think you're on your heat."
       "What? N-no, I took my heat supplements, I'm not on my heat." Soobin said. This was unbelievable. How come Jake apologizes, and then says the thing that got Soobin mad in the first place? Not to mention, this was also embarrassing to have this conversation in front of someone else.
      "Maybe you're not, but you have symptoms of it and it might come soon." Jake said. "So, as an apology, I've decided to help you out with it."
      "What!?" Soobin said, backing up with his eyes wide.
      "Wait, I don't mean that I will help you through it." Jake shook his head. "She will." He gestures to the girl with a smile. "I figured you didn't have a heat partner, so I got once for you."
      "You cannot be serious." Soobin deadpanned.
      "What?" Jake looked genuinely confused. "Is she not pretty enough? I called another one but she's late, yknow, just in case you didn't like this one."
      "Jake, I'm not on my heat, and i'm not going to let you pimp out some random girl to me." 
      Jake was starting to get annoyed as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Get your head out of your ass and see this opportunity you have here. This hot girl is willing to help you through your heat, which is obviously coming. Do you think you're too good for her or something?"
      "Stop trying to make me out to be the bad guy." Soobin scoffed. "This is...this is wrong on so many levels. I didn't ask for this, and I don't want this."
      "You say that now, but-" Jake stopped talking, interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. "Ah, that must be the other one since she was running late. Wait until you see this one, you might change your mind." He walked to the door opening it. "Oh? (Y/N)? What are you doing here? I'm kinda...busy."
      "I didn't come here for you, I came to see if Soobin wanted to hang out." You said. "He's here, right?"
      "You're hanging out with Soobin, now?" Jake laughed. "Come in, maybe you could talk some sense into him."
      Confused, you walked into the room, seeing some random girl and Soobin, who was damn near cowarding into the corner of the room. He looked uncomfortable.
      "What's going on?" You asked.
      "Soobin here, is showing signs of being in his heat." Jake said. "And like the nice guy I am, I'm trying to help him, but this fucking virgin is too scared."
      "Apparently, he's too good for me." The girl spoke, rolling her eyes.
      "I-I said i'm not comfortable with that!" Soobin spoke up, voice rising. "I told him I don't want that, a-and I'm not on my heat!"
      "Jake!" You turned to him, frowning. 
      "Don't Jake me, I'm trying to help him and he doesn't want to listen!"
      "You're not listening!" I said. "He said he's uncomfortable! And this is just weird. Why in the world would you do something like this? Are you some pimp?"
     Jake rolled his eyes. "Oh so now, i'm the bad guy."
      "Yes, Jake! That's exactly what you are!" You couldn't believe your friend. He's done stupid things before, but this has got to be the dumbest thing he's done. When you saw Soobin in that corner, you started to get protective, the anger rising in your chest at seeing him so uncomfortable, and even scared. "We're leaving."
     "We?" Jake said.
     "Yes, Soobin and I." You stomped over to grab Soobin's hand and you nearly dragged the tall boy out of the dorm where the tense energy laid. 
     "W-Where are we going?" Soobin asked.
     "To my dorm. My roommate isn't there." You dragged him all the way out of the building and to the girls dorm next door bringing him to your dorm.
     Once you two were alone, you crossed your arms and looked at Soobin expectantly.
     "...what?" Soobin said.
     "Explain. From the beginning." I said. "I want to see if it's worth it being friends with that jerk anymore."
     Soobin gulped, not used to seeing this angry side of you. "W-well, yesterday...Jake and I got into a fight..."
     Soobin explained everything from what happened yesterday to what happened just before you showed yourself in their dorm. With almost every word, you couldn't help but to get angrier and angrier. Soobin was put in such an uncomfortable place for so long, and you didn't even notice?
     "I tell you what, I'm going to go back up there, and I'll beat the shit out of him for that." You paced around the room, planning on how you were going to make him realize how wrong he was. "And I'll beat that bitch's ass, too, how dare she make you uncomfortable!"
     "(Y/N), please don't!" Soobin said. "You might get kicked out of school for that."
     "Then what else am I going to do?"
     "You...you've done enough." Soobin said. "You managed to drag me away, didn't you? And maybe you can have a talk with Jake, a-and you can tell him you don't want to be friends with him anymore, but only if you choose to do that..."
     You looked at him for a second and sighed, sitting on your bed. "You know what, you're right. I need to cool down. But...after I give Jake a piece of my mind, I'm never talking to him again."
     Soobin nodded, butting his lower lip. As glad as he is that you don't want to be friends with Jake anymore, he feels the guilt of being the reason as to why your friendship has been ruined.
    "Are you okay?" You asked him. He hesitated for a bit, then nodded. "Well...my roommate isn't going to be here for a few days more, she's visiting her parents, so...you can stay here until you can get another room with someone else. We just have to make sure my RA doesn't catch us."
     "Really?" Soobin said and you nodded.
    "Only if you want to."
    Once he agreed to doing so, you felt relief. It hurt to see him in a situation like that, and now it was great that you were able to drag him off into a better one. But now that that's happened, you couldn’t help but see some truth to at least one thing Jake was saying. Soobin's heat was coming. You could smell it as his scent became stronger with time, and the way your eyes dilated when near him.
     "Soobin, I have a question." You said, biting your nails in nervousness.
     "Hm?"
     "Don't get mad at me or anything, but...are you sure your heat isn't coming?" You looked at him concerned. You could see his face turning red and his ear slightly twitching.
     "Well...honestly? I don't know." He said. "I ran out of heat supplements last week, and I thought that I could hold off until next month."
     You nodded in understanding. "So, if your heat does come, what are you planning to do about it?"
     He didn't answer for a minute, probably thinking it over, yet you were patient.
     "I don't know." He said quietly. You bit your lip and looked down, the both of you going silent once again. You tried to think of something to help him. You could get another bunny hybrid to help him, but you knew he was uncomfortable with that. Taking a heat supplement now would be too late and it was wasteful. The only option left was...you.
     "Soobin?"
     "Hm?"
     "I know this is going to sound crazy, and you can refuse, but..." You didn't know how to word this, and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. "Would it be okay if I helped you with your heat?"
     He froze, and you figured you've done something wrong.
     "Like...h-help me, help me?" Soobin asked and you nodded. "Do you w-want to do that?"
     "Well, I don't mind." You said. "But if it makes you uncomfortable, then that's okay."
     "Yes."
     "Huh?"
     "Yes. You can help me with it." He said. "I'd really appreciate it."
     "Are you sure?"
     He nodded. You were surprised to say the least. You weren't sure that he'd say yes, but it was making you feel special. He was comfortable enough to do something so uncontrollable and personal with you.
     "Do you know about the heat hotels?" You asked and he shook his head. "They're hotels for those going through their heat, since there's not really a place on campus to do...that. Have you...have you had a heat before?"
     "I've always just taken heat supplements since I was able to have a heat." He said. 
     You nodded. "So this will be your first time..."
     "I-is that bad?"
     "No! Definitely not." You said. "But heats are quite uncontrollable, and they last a while for rabbit hybrids. I want you to be fully comfortable."
     "I am. Don't worry." He said. Actually, he was more than comfortable with this idea. He was incredibly attracted to you, and even thought he hasn't known you for that long, he can't think of anyone else to lose his virginity to.
    "Okay. When you feel that your heat is coming full force, tell me so that we can get a room at a heat hotel, okay?"
     "Alright." He was incredibly nervous. That was his biggest emotion. Just seeing you there in front of him was enough to make him want to go into heat already. Your scent penetrated his nostrils, making his body heat rise. But...not yet. The time will come.
    It was his second night sleeping over at your dorm, and throughout his sleep, he could stay still.
    His pupils moved around through his closed lids, a vibrant dream playing in his head.
You laid on the bed, completely nude as you looked up at Soobin seductively. Your legs were spread open, revealing your moist center, just screaming for Soobin to sink his cock into you. But he couldn't. Not yet. He wanted, no, he needed your permission. His urge to get it done already was masked by the need for you to say something. He wanted to be a good boy for you, he wanted to thank you for all you've done. It was like his brain clicked into motion once you finally gave him explicit permission, and the feeling of him sinking into you was the best feeling he could ever experience.
      You woke up, the moon still in the sky and the cicadas still chirping. Your eyes squinted open and your brows furrowing, wondering what woke you up. You say up in bed, hearing the sound of sheets shuffling and heavy breaths. You looked over to where Soobin was sleeping, and your eyes nearly bungled out of your head.
      There he was, his eyes shut tight as he rutted against a pillow wedged in between his thighs. He made quite moans and whines, the sounds going straight to your core. You couldn't believe what you were seeing right now, and how wet it made you. His features were contorted into pleasure, and he was still sleeping despite his rough movements with the pillow. Despite the fact that you wanted to see this forever, you remembered that that was your roommates pillow, and she wouldn't appreciate such a strong scent on it from another bunny. 
     You were so greateful that heat hotels were open that this hour.
     You quickly got up, fully awake, and you went to wake Soobin up.
     "(Y/N)..." He moaned. You hesitated, starting to feel a little too hot. What if he didn't start his heat, and he was just having a dream? But...his scent was only getting stronger, and even you could feel the effects of his heat. If his heat was strong enough to kickstart yours, then that's how you knew it was in full throttle. 
     "Soobin, wake up." You said, shaking him gently. It took a few tries to get him to fully wake up, but when he was awake, he looked confused. "I think your heat started. Do...do you want to go to the heat hotel now?"
     He said nothing, still not fully awake, but then he noticed. His member was rock hard and straining against his pants, and the sweat running down his forehead showed that he needed to take care of it real soon.
     "Y-yeah, let's go." He said. You nodded then took action, quickly grabbing the plastic bag by your bed and running to the bathroom, telling Soobin to wait a few minutes.
     Yesterday, you went out to buy a lingerie set that you thought Soobin would like. He probably wouldn't care due to him being in heat, but you wanted this to be good and you wanting him to fully enjoy it. Maybe he wouldn't be so adamant on taking supplements. 
    The set was a light pink set that wasn't too showy. You didn't want Soobin to get overwhelmed. It was full lace and had a garter belt attached to it. You wore you clothes over it so that it would be a surprise for Soobin.
    "(Y/N)?" He knocked on the door a few times. "Can you please hurry? I-I can't wait for much longer."
    "Sorry, I'll be out in a second." You finished putting you clothes on then you got out, seeing a flustered Soobin at the door. "Just try to hold it in until we get there, okay Soobin?"
    He nodded, his features twisted into pain and lust. You put your shoes one and you both went outside to your car, starting the route to the nearest heat hotel.
     "What if we just do it in here?" Soobin said, his voice needy. You were surprised at his suggestion, but you knew that it was his heat clouding his judgement.
     "We can't do that, Soobin, we're almost there." I said. Just a little longer.
     He was getting more nasty by the second, his eyes laser focused on your thighs and the way they were rubbing together. He could smell just how aroused you were, and he had to use every inch of self control he had to not bring you to the back and taste you for himself.
    You finally pulled up to the hotel and the both of you all but stumbled your way in.
    You went to the front desk and quickly booked a room. The workers were going a bit too slow for your liking when taking you to your room.
    "Room 34B, enjoy." The woman said monotonously.
    "Thank you." You smiled tightly at her, using the key to open the door. Once you were in the room, it finally hit you that you were going to do this with Soobin in a matter of...now- 
    Your thoughts were cut off hearing a whine from Soobin. He was looking at you as if he was waiting for you to initiate the first move. You didn't have a problem doing so, knowing that this was his first heat and most likely his first time all together.
     "Kiss me." You said, pulling Soobin towards you by his shirt, finally connecting your lips to his. His lips were pouty and soft, just like you had expected, and he responded so well to your advancements. His large hands were placed on your waist, guiding you closer to his raging hard-on. 
    You swiped your tongue on his bottom lip, prompting him to open up for you, and he did so immediately. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, saliva mixing with his. You could feel him grinding his lower half into yours, your clit thinning underneath your clothing, which was starting to become bothersome.
    Much to his surprise, you started trailing your hand down his chest until you got to the top of his pants. You slipped your hand beneath the waistband of both his pants and his underwear.
     "Is this okay?" You asked once you parted from his lips. He nodded his head fiercely.
     "Please..." He whined. 
     "Please what, Soobin?" You teased, knowing exactly what he wanted.
     "P-please...touch me." He said, eyes glossy. You lowered your hand further, finally wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling just how large and thick it was. You couldn't believe that this was what he was hiding under those pants.
     You did a few experimental rugs, earning whines from him before you pulled the whole thing out. You could see his precum dripping from his cock in large amounts, as if he already came. You rubbed his cock up and down, seeing what he liked best. He was so sensitive, his hips twitching forward whenever you grazed your finger over his tip. 
     "You have such a pretty cock, Soobin." You said, his hips twitching forward once again. 
     "I-I'm gonna c-cum." Soobin stuttered out, starting to thrust into my hand. I entertained it for a bit before I let go, him thrusting a few times into nothing before stopping. I could see tears welling up in his eyes.
     "You want to fuck me, right, baby?" You asked him, your hands roaming underneath his shirt. He nodded. "Words, baby."
     He hesitated a bit, his shyness starting to come out again. He was falling apart at the pet name.  "Y-yes...I wanna fuck you so bad."
    You started to get giddy, but you didnt want Soobin to notice. Instead, you went over to the bed, and you slowly took off your clothes, his eyes watching you hungrily. Once you stripped from all your clothes, you were left with the lingerie set you prepared. You weren't sure if he was going to like it, but by the way his cock twitched, you assumed he did.
    "Aren't you going to touch me, Soobin?" You asked innocently, keeping eye contact with the poor boy. He gulped, the fire in his eyes never ceasing. He slowly made his way over to you, his shaking hands going to your waist first, sliding up to cup your breasts. He looked up at you, as if asking if this was okay. "Go on."    You bit your lip as you felt Soobin's large hands caress and grope your breasts. You wouldnt forget this exact moment for years, you bet.
    "Y-you're so pretty..." Soobin said, his fingers trailing over the delicate lace. You smiled, softly grabbing ahold of his hair to kiss him again. This time, he was a bit more eager, pushing closer to you, his tongue flicking out almost immediately. You liked the look of eagerness on Soobin. 
    You hooked your legs around Soobin's waist to bring him even closer, his cock rubbing against your covered folds that already had the lace of your underwear dripping wet. He whined into your mouth at the friction, his hands grabbing ahold of your ass. At this point, you just wanted to get to the main event. You could do this anytime, but in the moment where his heat was so strong and it was affecting you, you needed to be filled now.
    You parted from the kiss, Soobin's lips chasing after yours.
    "Not now, baby." I said. "I need you."
    "You need me?" I could tell he was holding back from doing what he wanted at this moment.
    You grabbed his swollen cock, giving it a squeeze. "You can have me any way you like, baby."
    "I...I don't want to hurt you."
    "You won't hurt me, Soobin." You said with a small chuckle, moving further up the bed on your back, spreading your legs wide for Soobin to have a full view of you.
    Soobin gaped at the image, parts of his dream flooding his brain. Just like in the dream, you were spread out for him, waiting for him to take you. He trailed his eyes down your folds, seeing how the lingerie stuck to you because o your wetness. He didn't know what he wanted to do first. Did he want to taste you? Fuck you? Finger you? As much as his brain couldnt answer, his cock could. It was red and leaking with pre-cum, almost painfully hard.
    You noticed how he was frozen, and you chuckled, moving to take off the rest of his clothes, revealing his toned abs. You remembered when you first met him how human-like he was. Well, he is half human, but he was more human than the average hybrid, not giving into his instincts. You guessed that was why he was fighting his heat, not wanting to lose control. So, instead, you decided to take that control.
    You almost roughly pushed him onto the bed on his back, his eyes going wide at the force. You smirked, straddling his hips and dragging your nails along his chest. You took his hands placing them on the swell of your ass, and he followed every move easily. He licked his lips, his eyes hungrily eyes every part of your body.
    "You ready?" You asked him, lifting your hips up above his stiff member. He nodded frantically. "Cute." You move your panties to the side, and you slowly lowered down on his cock. You closed your eyes, the stretch slightly stinging, but satisfying an itch at the same time. He quietly moaned, biting his lip to not let anything else out.
    You finally bottomed out, your hips resting on his. "Fuck, you're so big." You breathed out, lifting yourself and dropping back down, all at a slow pace. Your slick already managed to trail down to his hips, making things messy far too early. 
    "P-please..." Soobin whined, his grip on your ass tightening.
    "What is it, Soobinie?" You asked, slowly grinding on his cock.
    "Faster, please."
    You smiled, immediately abiding to his wishes. You started bouncing on his cock, letting out soft moans. You felt every ridge of his cock touch almost every sweet spot, making you go crazy. You looked at Soobin as he squirmed and moaned, the feeling of your tight walls enclosing him like heaven. 
    After a few minutes, you felt yourself getting tired, but you were far from an orgasm. You slid off his cock, falling onto the bed with your legs wide open. He looked at you like a hurt puppy at your abrupt stop.
    "Fuck me." You told him, already feeling frustrated from the emptiness you felt. He licked his lips, stumbling to get on top of you. His eyes were eager as he slid in without warning, bottoming out quickly. He adjusted his position, his arms holding his up on each side of your head, as he pushed in again. He started a medium pace, the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room alongside both of your soft moans. "Faster, Soobin."
    His hips faltered before they came to a complete stop, and you whined at your pleasure being taken away.
    "A-are you sure?" Soobin asked softly. "I don't want to hurt you..."
    "Soobin, I know you're holding back." I said. "Don't hold back. You won't hurt me, I promise. And even if you do, I'll tell you immediately. Just...please fuck me, Soobin." You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him loser. You could still tell he was holding back a bit, but the arousal and heat that came from him was so palpable, it had you whining before his cock was even in you.
    He slid himself into you again, the relief of being filled enveloping you. He started thrusting into you with more fervor, the sounds of wet skin slapping being heard. His moans were louder this time, as were yours. You involuntarily clenched around him, hugging his tight cock. His face was like a wince of overwhelming pleasure as he started rutting into you at a faster and harder pace.
    "Oh, fuck, baby, you're doing so good." You moaned, back arching. He moaned at the praise, slowly losing control the more he fucked you. He felt his bunny instincts start to come in, and for once, he didn't care. He wanted it. He wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to make you proud of him. He fed off your praises as they made his skin hot. 
    His moaned started to get even louder as he rutted into you, fucking you harshly into the mattress.
    "Yes, baby just like that," You felt your orgasm creeping up, his rough movements driving you crazy. Oh, how you liked him like this. Rough and on the verge of losing control. "You're such a good boy for me."
    "I'm your good boy?" Soobin breathed out.
    "Yes, you're my good boy...fucking me so well."
    He groaned as he fel the last bit of control he had snap. He lifted one of your legs up to your chest like he saw in porn, and he started hammering into you, drunk off of the feeling of the way you sucked him in, and how small you looked compared to him. You held onto him tighter, the sudden change surprising you. You trailed your nails down his back, most likely making marks as he gave it to you good. Your orgasm started rising at a quick pace from there, seconds away from snapping.
    You were nearly screaming from the pleasure, your walls gripping onto his cock with force. "I'm gonna cum!" 
    Soobin was ecstatic, his pride rising at the fact that he's being so good to you, giving you pleasure. Your pussy was like a vice grip on him, and he felt his orgasm coming up as well. 
    You finally came, moans probably loud enough to be heard outside of the hotel room. Soobin's thrusts faltered, finding it hard to go on with how tight you were squeezing him. 
    "Fuck, (Y/N), let me cum inside of you," Soobin pleaded, his orgasm coming quickly. "Please let me fill you up, please."
    You whined from the overstimulation, the pleasure almost too much. "Cum inside of me, baby, fill me up with your kittens-"
    It's almost embarrassing how he immediately came after you said that, his hips twitching against yours and spilling what seemed like gallons of cum inside of you. His eyes were shut tight, and his mouth gaping as he shook from the intensity of it. He had never orgasmed this hard, and it had him saying all types of profanities. It was when his strong orgasm was cooling down when he said what had been on his mind for so long.
    "Fuck..mommy..." He breathed out, not even noticing what he said before you spoke up.
    "...mommy?"
    His eyes widened as he looked up at you, cheeks bright red in embarrassment. He has just ruined the whole thing, now you probably think he's a weirdo. He stuttered to try and event himself.
    "S-sorry, I d-didn't meant call you that," He said. "That was w-weird, I'm so sorry."
    You bit your lip as you tried to contain a laugh at his panick. In all honesty, the name made you feel a certain way, your arousal growing again.
    "Don't be sorry, baby. I liked it." You said caressing his hair. His post-orgasm glow made him look even more gorgeous than he already was. "You think you can call me that more often?"
    He smiled, feeling lucky that he had you in this moment and that he didnt creep you out. "Yes..."
    "Yes, what?" You lifted a brow. You could feel Soobin getting hard inside of you again, and he started grinding himself into you.    
    "Yes, mommy."
    You were glowing. After spending a whole week with Soobin and not having to go to school due to an excused absence, you felt like heaven. You remember those nights when you'd let Soobin fuck you on almost every surface of the room. He was insatiable, it almost tired you out. You never thought that the insatiable, uncontrollable soobin was under the shy boy persona of his. You felt special, because you were the only one to ever see it.
    Even though you were still practically on an orgasm high, you remembered you had to do one thing that was very important. 
    Soobin panicked as you lost control of your anger, flinging yourself at his roommate. He had watched you two argue over what happened last week, and what started off as calm quickly grew into a fight. Jake covered himself his his arms and you were relentless with him, and Soobin tried his hardest to calm you down.
    Even though he didn't like fighting, there was a reason he didnt try as hard to pull you away from him. He was secretly glad Jake got the beating he deserved. Once you were finally satisfied, you straightened up, smoothing out your clothes, anger still radiating off of you. You were afraid of hurting him too bad, but only because you didn't want to be kicked out of school.
    "If I ever see you talk to my boyfriend again, I'll make you suffer. This friendship is over." You aggressively took Soobin's hand, stomping out of the room. He tailed behind you with a pink face, the fact that you called him your boyfriend making butterflies fly all around in his stomach.
    He could definitely get used to this.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months
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Winters Daughter | Part I
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PAIRING | Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.5K
SUMMARY | It's your birthday, and between your birthday cards you find a letter without a return address on it. Inside you find out about the identity of your dad, who you've never known. Your search starts here, but does he even know about the fact that he has a daughter?
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Bucky is in denial, Reader is overexcited, Readers age is mentioned once, mention of Y/N's mom being pregnant with her.
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''Happy birthday, Sunshine!'' your mom said, walking into your room with a cupcake with a single candle on top. It was a tradition between you and your mom to always get each other a cupcake on your birthdays. ''Thanks, Mom,'' you said to her, and you blew out the candle, making a wish. Every single year it was the same one, but so far it hadn't come true. Yet, you never stopped hoping. The only thing you wanted, was to get to know your dad. You were raised by a single mom, and she did a wonderful job. You always had everything you desired, but that didn't take away from the fact that you missed having a father figure in your life, especially since you never liked your stepfather.
You pulled the little candle out of the cupcake and remove the liner before tearing the cake apart, giving half to your mom. Money was tight at the moment, so you liked to share with her as much as you could, you didn't want your mom to go hungry. ''Here, you can have half of it,'' you say with a little smile, and her eyes light up at the gesture. ''Are you sure? It's your birthday cupcake, you should have it!'' she said, but you insist. ''It's okay Mom, you deserve it for being the best mom I could wish for. And you're here on my birthday, which can't be said-'' is all you said before she cut you off. ''You know it's not his fault Phil isn't here, it's just extremely busy at work lately,'' she says with a stern voice.
After eating the cupcake and chatting with her for a little bit, you get up and get dressed, your birthday outfit all ready to go. You walk to the kitchen of the small apartment you share, and you see breakfast on the table, which is a little more lavish than you were used to nowadays. ''Mom, how could you afford all this?!'' you asked, giving her a big thank you hug. ''I picked up a few extra shifts at work so we could get a nice breakfast, and I have enough stashed away so we can order some take-out tonight,'' she said with a big smile. These were luxuries you couldn't afford anymore, not since your mom lost her old job, and was working at the local diner earning minimum wage. You worked at the local bar, but that wasn't paying much better, so the two of you could barely afford to live there.
Your stepdad, Phil, wasn't home most of the time and didn't help out when it came to bills and stuff like that. Yes, he married your mom, but that didn't mean he would help out on that front. And she was okay with it, but you weren't. That is why you were mostly gone when he was home, either trying to find odd jobs to make ends meet, going to school, or working at the bar. ''Why don't you go see if the mail was delivered yet?'' she suggests and you walk outside to the mailbox, enjoying the sun in your face. The one good thing about having a birthday in the spring is that the weather usually was pretty nice, but it was usually nice where you lived. Your part of Florida didn't have too many crazy weather situations, aside from the occasional hurricane.
When you open the mailbox you find a few birthday cards, some bills, and a letter addressed to you, but without a return address on it. You turned it over and didn't see anything on that side, either. You shoved the light blue envelope to the bottom of the pile, so you could look at it later without your mom seeing it. ''I have some bills again,'' you said when walking into the house. You sat down and looked at the birthday cards, most of them from family you rarely saw, but they were always nice enough to send a birthday or Christmas card your way. ''Sunshine, I got you a small present for your birthday,'' your mom said, and you immediately looked up at her. ''I thought we agreed that you weren't going to buy me anything?'' you said, but you still felt touched by the fact that she did.
She handed you a small square box, and when you open it you see a pair of silver earrings with a purple stone in them, your favorite color. ''They're beautiful Mom, thank you so much!'' you didn't want to ask her how she could afford these, she probably worked a lot of extra shifts, but you made a mental note to get her something nice for her birthday too. You had a little bit of money stashed away which you could use. ''You're welcome darling, I'm glad you like them,'' she said, and you immediately put them in your ears. ''They suit you!'' she said with a smile, and you went to look in the mirror, she was right. Not long after breakfast she went to work, but she would be home before dinner, she promised. As soon as she went out the door you grabbed the envelope and opened it, your curiosity only growing.
It was a very short note, saying;
Dear Y/N,
I have news about the identity of your father, but you can not share this with anyone. His name is Bucky Barnes.
Regards,
And all of a sudden you went from not knowing if your father was even alive, to knowing his name is Bucky. Sure, you carried your mom's last name, but Y/N Barnes also had a nice ring to it. You flipped the note over in the hope to find more, but there wasn't anything else. You did find it odd, however, that this happened to turn up on your 25th birthday. Why not any other day? But all you could think about was the fact that you know your dad's name. He isn't just a figment of your imagination anymore. Not entirely, at least.
~ A few months later ~
You never told your mom about the letter you received about your dad. This was something you wanted to figure out on your own, but you weren't quite sure to start. You were however very excited to get to know more about this man, but that hadn't exactly been an easy feat, to say the least. Your small town was still pretty far behind when it came to modern technology, and your old cellphone wasn't much help either. One day, you decided to drive to Tallahassee, the nearest big city to where you lived. You went into a library so you could use their computer to search for information on your dad, and you weren't disappointed. You found a lot of information on him.
What you gathered at this point is that he is currently working as part of the Avengers in New York, and he was known as someone called the Winter Soldier. This intrigued you, and you searched for days about him, but what you found wasn't pretty. The fact that he was a brainwashed assassin in the hands of HYDRA for 70 years, made you feel really sad. Even though you didn't know him yet, it didn't make it hurt any less that he was helpless during that time. Based on some articles you started doing some math, and you figured out that you were conceived during his time as the Winter Soldier, so he probably doesn't even know you exist. You find an address for the Avengers and decide to write him a letter, letting him know about your existence.
Dear Bucky,
I want to start this letter off by saying that my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I am your daughter. My moms' name is Lily Y/L/N and I was born in the spring of 1998. After doing some research I have found out that you were still the Winter Soldier back then, so you probably don't remember her, but I still think you deserve to know the truth.
I grew up in a small town here in Florida with her, and later my stepdad Phil, but he isn't a nice man. I don't have any siblings, and the rest of my family is pretty small too, so life can get pretty lonely down here sometimes.
With this letter, I would also like to let you know that I would be interested in meeting you, and maybe getting to know you. I've never had a true father figure in my life, and I won't expect you to be there for me after just learning about my existence, but I would be grateful if you at least gave me a chance to get to know you.
With kind regards,
Your daughter, Y/N Y/L/N.
You sent the letter a few days later and didn't think much of it after that. After a few weeks, you haven't gotten a response to the letter, so you figured you should let it rest, and just move on with your life. But it wasn't because Bucky didn't want to write you back, it was because he couldn't believe he got someone pregnant during his time as the Winter Soldier. And now, he has a daughter who wants to get to know him.
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actualmermaid · 2 years
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I'm not going to write another long commentary on "quiet quitting" or "nobody wants to work anymore" or the "great resignation" or whatever. There's been enough of those.
What I AM going to write is a little bit of advice for those of you who are contemplating a career change, because workers have more power than ever and it's a great time to look for a new situation. You can take it or leave it--this is just what worked for me.
Family, school, and culture tried to keep me on a "white-collar professional" track, but I didn't like it and wasn't cut out for it. I have a BA in English and worked a customer service/tech support job for several years until the pandemic hit and we all got laid off (which was, truly, the best thing that ever happened to my professional life). I'm now a pastry chef and I love it.
It's not too late to start something new. Many jobs are willing to train you, as long as you have basic aptitude and willingness to learn. Search for apprenticeships and entry-level positions in fields that interest you, whether or not you have any previous experience.
Keep an open mind. See what jobs are urgently hiring and/or offering good wages, and do some research on what those jobs entail. Does it sound like fun? Send out a resume. You don't have anything to lose by trying or interviewing, even if it doesn't work out.
Write a brief cover letter explaining that you are changing careers, and although you don't have formal experience in [field], you are interested in the work and are willing to learn. Mention the skills that you learned in your previous job(s): customer interaction, critical thinking, time management, bookkeeping, confidence under pressure, whatever.
Don't get discouraged. You're awesome and brave, and if people don't want to hire you, that's their loss. Take your skills and experience to someone who will appreciate them, even if you have to be ghosted and rejected several times in the process.
If you can afford it, don't be afraid to take a little bit of a pay cut. (I got severance from my office job, and my wife makes a good salary, so we could afford to be choosy.) If you have to take a job you don't love in order to pay the bills, keep looking for something better! Again, don't get discouraged!
All experience is good experience. You learned things at your previous jobs, even if it doesn't seem "relevant." If nothing else, previous jobs can tell you what you're NOT cut out for, so you know what to avoid.
You have power in interviews. They're not just deciding whether or not they want to hire you--they're also showing you who they are as a business/industry, and you can (and should!) ask questions and set boundaries. Be firm, confident, interested, and polite.
If you're interested in a specific field, lurk in professional forums online to get a sense of the industry culture and what employers are looking for. Search for things like "electrician forum" or "women in trades" or "forest service lgbt friendly" and so forth.
Get all your paperwork in order. Make sure you have your resume updated and that you have access to transcripts, vital documents, and the names/phone numbers of past employers. Put all of this in one place.
Be bold! Think about what you wanted to be when you were 10, and look up what that job requires! Maybe you won't get to be a paleontologist-astronaut-ballerina, but you'll learn that you have a real talent for making artisanal ballet shoes (or whatever)!
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aparticularbandit · 6 months
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Idk if you write yandere but if it is okay. Maybe yandere Claire and reader
Thank u
Rating: M for mature themes.
IDK if this is what you wanted, Nonnie, but I tried.
You first ran into Claire Debella during your junior year of college. Every now and again, a guest speaker would be called on for one of the upper level classes, and you'd come into college with a bunch of early credits, putting you well in range to take that class, even though you shouldn't have been able to take it until senior year. You'd thought, well, it would be nice to hear from people in the actual field more often than not and had set yourself up to take it once your junior year and once your senior year - perhaps more, if you could get your credits to align.
Claire was the first speaker, a Democrat from Connecticut on the campaign trail, stopping to encourage the next generation. To vote, primarily. Especially to vote for her.
Halfway through her speech, she asked a question, something tricky, and while she didn't call on you first, you were the one who had the correct answer. You'd seen it in her eyes then, the glimmer of approval followed by the gentle lift of her lips in the barest hint of a smile that she'd all too quickly suppressed as she continued speaking.
Afterwards, Claire stopped you. "No other student has ever answered that correctly."
"It wasn't hard," you said without thinking. "It follows logic and the patterns of the masses. Any intelligent person should have been able to come up with the answer." You smirked. "Eventually."
Claire gave you a look that you didn't notice and then one that you did, her arms crossing under her chest. "I have an opening on my team."
You glanced up at her. "An internship?"
"Paid."
Your brows raised.
"Experience on the campaign trail will do wonders for you," Claire continued, looking away from you. Or, as you realize later, pretending to do so, not wanting you to catch her at it.
You considered it. You wanted it. But--
"I can't," you said and hating yourself for saying it. "I can't miss that much school--"
"A mentorship, then." Claire's eyes flicked over to you, and as soon as you noticed her gaze, they trailed up to meet your eyes. "Zoom meetings on the trail, in person afterwards. How does that sound?"
You could arrange for that. You could make time. It would help you tremendously in the future, when you started looking for jobs after college, to say you'd been mentored by someone like Claire. Perhaps she would have that opening again next summer and you could be an intern then--
Then you gave her a slight nod. "Sounds good to me."
Claire smiled then, but you didn't notice the darkness in it until much later. "Any intelligent person would have come to that answer eventually." She met your eyes again hungrily. "We'll talk soon."
~
Claire had seemed like a normal mentor. Even more than that, she'd seemed normal over that summer when you did intern for her - and she paid you well above minimum wage, well above maybe what you should have been paid - but that hadn't seemed bad. Or wrong.
Sure, she'd never approved of any of your dates, and usually they broke up with you very, very shortly after being alone with her, but you never put two and two together until later.
Not until after you graduated.
Not until after she gave you a real job.
~
It's an event that maybe you shouldn't have been at.
No, you definitely shouldn't have been there, but Claire invited you. Said you were the best assistant she'd ever had and you deserved to go, so you had. Dressed your best, but still not quite enough to fit in with the other elites around you.
Claire rubbed shoulders with a lot of people given her influence, got invited to a lot of parties. This is just one of them - a birthday party for the not entirely well-esteemed Birdie Jay. Claire assured you she was just an old friend, but you're still not sure.
Still. Standing here among models and fashion elites, you feel...out of place. Like you shouldn't be here.
And it doesn't make you feel any better that Claire is conspicuously not paying you any attention. It's like...like she invited you, but she....
Maybe she hadn't really expected you to come.
So you end up at the open bar, drinking a little too much, feeling like Cinderella might have felt at the ball if she'd stayed past midnight, until one of Claire's other old friends - Jen Barkley, who you'd spent plenty of time with during your internship and who had frequently interrupted your Zoom meetings. Not always with very good reasons.
....
Actually, never with good reason.
If you're honest with yourself, you don't like Jen. But you're drunk, and she's...not quite drunk, actually, but close enough, and if you look at her in just the right light, she almost looks like Claire.
(You will never tell anyone that you find Claire attractive. At least not again. Your old roommate did not approve of your crush. You don't know what happened to her either. She just stopped talking to you after graduation. Which is odd because you'd thought you were really good friends.)
Which is how you end up in one of the hallways off of the main room with Jen's tongue down your throat, and to be honest, she's not that great of a kisser, but she's warm and she's there and you're definitely more than a little bit drunk and--
All of a sudden, Jen stops. You think about asking her why, but then you see the hand on her shoulder and Claire standing behind her with daggers for eyes. It doesn't matter that you're drunk; you swallow hard and find yourself saying, "Sorry, sorry, we shouldn't have," in a slur, avoiding Claire's eyes.
Claire's hand tenses on Jen's shoulder. "Jen, can I talk to you for a minute?" She guides Jen away from you, offers you something that looks halfway between a smile and halfway between bared teeth, and then says, "You should go on home. Drunk isn't a good look on you."
You bite your lower lip and nod.
Except.
You want to apologize to Claire again. You want to know that she isn't going to fire you for being so unprofessional. This might not be a professional event, but Claire invited you, and if you made her look bad, then....
This is why you don't drink at these sorts of things.
So you wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
And then people start leaving but Claire hasn't shown up again, and you're pretty certain that people can't leave down the hallway where you'd been with Jen, so Claire should be coming back this way. Or should have. And hasn't. Isn't.
Claire's your boss. You should probably go check and make sure she's okay. Not that Jen would do anything to her. Ew, gross, wait, maybe they're together and that's why Jen kept barging in on your Zoom streams while Claire was campaigning. Maybe Claire was mad at Jen because she shouldn't have been making out with you, she should have been with Claire--
All of this you think while you walk down the hallway, checking out every door you find, and then you think you see Claire, so you push open the door and--
Oh.
Oh.
"Claire?"
The room is dark, but you can tell that she's covered in something red and wet and shining, and you're drunk and really hope that isn't blood.
You also hope that isn't a body on the floor in front of her. Really hope that isn't Jen.
Claire turns to you. "You...weren't supposed to see this."
Suddenly, your heart starts beating faster. Claire just killed someone. Claire just killed someone and you walked in on it. Claire is going to kill you.
But before you can make it to the door, Claire is there, a hand on your wrist, and when you open your mouth to scream, she kisses you instead. You still scream, at first, but she muffles you, and then you kind of forget that you're supposed to be screaming because for all that Jen was a bad kisser, Claire is. well. wow. Before you know it, you're kissing her back, and then your hand is in her hair, and then her hair is sticky because blood, and then you're screaming again, but it doesn't last as long this time.
Claire parts just enough to say, "I'm not going to hurt you," and you hate it, but you're drunk, and you believe her. But that doesn't stop your heart from beating fast in your chest. She glares over her shoulder at the body. "Jen knew better than to touch you."
You should ask.
You swallow hard.
You don't ask.
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ujiin · 2 months
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Ooo you win some you lose some sounds interesting 👀
wowie this one is another pwp for 2022's kinktober, and i almost finished it too. i put too much plot into this pwp tho and so it lays forever unfinished since then 😔
muggle au, tom being a hoe au
ignored safeword - emotional manipulation, breath play, unhealthy relationship
summary:
Tom knew it wasn't a good idea from the beginning.
He wasn't a natural submissive, despite how his calm yet ambivalent demeanor might come across. He certainly didn't gain any sexual gratification from being degraded, humiliated, or beaten.
So then, why was he forcing himself to do this?
Ah, right.
Money.
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A Professor once told him, in a discreet boarding school he had the chance of getting accepted to, that all men were born equal. That lineage and family names wouldn't matter in the real world.
Well, he lied.
Tom graduated his schooling with perfect scores all around, including all his extracurriculars and more. He even outperformed the previous record for most classes and best grade point average.
And here he was, with a flimsy, easily retractable scholarship for Oxford, and a part-time job for Borgin & Burkes' borderline illegal shop. The only place that would take him in after countless hours of negotiating his wage.
Which in the end, still wasn't nearly enough to pay the rent. It could hardly even pay for food. But it was something.
The other jobs he'd applied to would simply ask him for his name and furrow their brows, trying to remember an affluent family to connect it to. "Any connection to the Riddles in Little Hangleton?" And Tom would have to grit his teeth and shake his head.
No, he'd rather sell his body for a couple of coins than use the same name, or God forbid, ask that man for help.
And so when he was solicited once again later that day, he decided, fuck it, why the hell not? and went to their flat that same evening.
Of course, it only spiraled from there, and eventually the more influential and affluent folk in the upper class community heard of his name and services, leading to the tragedy of today.
He had to have been having the worst morning imaginable, with an ominous gut-renching feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't keep down any solid foods, and had to resort to drinking watery, stale tasting soup. Not that the solid food would've been much better.
Regardless of the shitty start to the day, he got ready and dressed for a scheduled meeting in only a couple of hours, with a regular client of his.
An older, more dignified bloke, he was. He certainly liked to toe the line between acceptable and unacceptable, as far as most BDSM relationships go. Especially a transactional one like the one they shared. Explained, 'I was only testing boundaries', whenever Tom called him out later on it. Always liked dominating Tom. Always constantly reminded him how wealthy and posh he was, with every exaggerated and equally perverted statement he uttered.
And fucking loaded.
Tom was admittedly just a tad bit nervous, as the older man was...excessively interested in him, you could say. Not that that was anything unique with any of his other clients. He was just the most vocal about it, implicitly stating or outright demanding every time they've fucked, that he'd like to buy Tom completely. As a kept boy. Or something along those lines.
He even brought along pre-written contracts beforehand once, with only Tom's legal signature missing. And not a lot scares Tom, but that keeps him up at night regularly.
So as far as he could tell, his day would only be getting better.
He felt nauseous the whole way there.
"Jack, love. How've you been?" Mr Marlow runs a grubby hand down Tom's cheek, causing the fine hairs on his neck to stand up.
Tom smiles, trying not to immediately heave what little food he managed to force down his throat. "Right as rain, sir. Are you ready to get started?"
The older man lets out a disapproving tsk, and despite himself, he feels his eye twitch slightly. Luckily, the man doesn't seem to notice.
Mr Marlow sighs. "Dear, that's so impolite of you, don't you think? You haven't even asked about my day." His eyes crinkle at the corners, showing off impressive crows feet. "Are you so desperate for my cock already?" Tom pointedly doesn't look downwards.
While sneering inwardly, outwardly he only juts out his bottom lip and pouts at the older man, hoping his eyes don't glint as murderously as he's feeling. "But sir, I feel so empty without you inside me."
Before, Tom would cringe internally every time he fed his clients some bold-faced lie so over-the-top that even he thought it sounded fake. But now he's gotten used to it. Especially with the current client before him.
And just like he thought, the older man gives him a leery grin, clearly eating that shit up, the disgusting bellend he is.
"Of course, my darling whore." Mr Marlow coos. "How could I ever forget to feed that tight little cunt of yours, hm? Have you been feeling neglected without me?"
Tom suppresses the urge to gag (literally), only giving his client what he hopes passes as a demure yet coy expression, eyeing the other man's naked form up and down.
After a minute or two of heated stares interchanged between them both, he caves.
"Sir, what's it gonna be for today?" Tom finally asks.
The older man stares blankly at him, likely forgetting their whole relationship dynamic for a moment. "Ah, yes. I had something in mind for today, yes, yes."
Mr Marlow clears his throat. The look he gives Tom is far more intense than usual. That's definitely a good sign of things to come.
"I was thinking..." The older man pushes Tom onto the bed behind him. He lets out a soft grunt when he lands, not making any effort to get back up. "You will be my adopted son. And I shall be your father. Does that amiable to you?"
Tom's hands clench the blankets around him in a white-knuckled grip, trying not to let his composure slip. The older man watches him like a hawk.
"What shall I call you, sir?" He says with no inflection whatsoever.
Mr Marlow's eyes light up with unconstrained glee. "I'd like for you to address me as either Father or Sir. Is that understood, Jack?"
Tom's eye twitches again, but this time the older man clearly notices, as he grins wolfishly at the show of weakness.
"Is that too much for you, darling?" The older man gives a half-hearted attempt at consolidation.
Tom smiles widely, perhaps a bit too widely to be believable, and says, "Of course not, sir. Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
Mr Marlow shows off his crows feet again, practically grinning ear to ear. "Not that I can think of. Just the usual." The man pauses. "Your safeword, dear?"
"Mercy."
"Then, let's begin shall we?" And then the older man backhands him so hard, he can hear his neck make a small crick.
tee hee hee <3
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jackhues · 5 months
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i kinda imagine dilf aus getting with a girl later on who also has a kid, i feel like family is so important to him that it just makes sense.
what is mama like when p goes through a really clingy faze with aus??
okay actually, i love this sm!! i'm gonna do this under the cut: tw* mentions of pregnancy and birth
unlike mama, aus' new girl didn't have anyone during the pregnancy. her and her babydaddy weren't in contact, her parents kicked her out, and she was living in her friend's room. she was a teenager (16yo), and while her friend's parents were nice, they didn't know she was living with them and wouldn't allow her if they knew. she used to sneak in her friend's window with the help of her friend and stay in her room to sleep and basically whenever she wasn't working. she dropped out of school and began working whatever minimum wage jobs she could find to save up money. when her water broke, she walked all the way to the hospital bcz her friend was at school. she texted her later, but basically no one was there with her while she was giving birth. originally, she wanted to give the baby up for adoption and ask her parents to take her back in. but then, when the baby didn't cry immediately, she started freaking out -- literally felt her heart stop. and then he cried, and she was so relieved, she started crying too. she then decided that she wouldn't give her son up. she continued working (found a few good jobs that let you work from home/bring your kid), and took online classes to finish high school and basically worked her ass off to keep her son and keep him safe. she began renting some shitty apartment, but it was a start, and slowly, she was able to move them to a nicer area and even enroll her son in a nearby public school.
since they both have kids of their own, and they're both close with them, it makes them a little comfortable talking to the other. like aus accepts her son, and she accepts peanut, which is everything they could've asked for!
when p goes through a clingy faze, mama lets it happen. bcz she did the same with jack and quinn and even luke, and the phases come and go. it's not a big thing, and aus loves spending time with peanut. however, peanut doesn't see aus' new girl as a bad person, she acc rlly likes her, so peanut isn't mean or anything to her either.
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ilovecupcakesandtea · 7 months
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Chapter 1
Eddie paced back and forth, he wasn’t sure how he was going to start this conversation with Steve or how it was going to go? He knew it was an amazing opportunity but he couldn’t say yes without speaking to Steve. Would Steve think he was being too forward? Overstepping in the relationship. It felt like it had only been seconds since he had been home but he’s actually been pacing for about 40 minutes before Steve came home with Nova.
“Dada!!” Nova screamed as she wriggled away from Steve and ran towards Eddie, colliding with his legs. 
“Hey Eds. How was work?”
“Hey muffin, had a good day?” Eddie asked Nova “errmm yeah, work was ok. Can we talk about it please?” he addressed Steve 
“Of course. What’s up?” Steve asked as he sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him.
“So, I’ve been offered a promotion” Eddie told him, sitting down next to Steve whilst fiddling with his fingers. 
“Sweetheart, that's great!” Steve said before noticing Eddie’s fidgeting. “Or not? Talk to me. What are you thinking?”
“It’s going to be longer hours, I’ll need to be there when the boss isn’t basically, which means you’ll have to look after little miss more some days. I get an extra day off in the week but my working days will be longer. It’s putting on you more than I already do. I can turn it down if we can’t make it work.”
“That wouldn’t be a problem at all as long as it’s not during my current work hours. I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“So, errmm,” Eddie started, standing up and pacing again. “The promotion comes with a bonus and a hefty wage increase. You could, errmm, as long as you wanted too obviously, like have a good think about it, you could leave your job. You could find something you really wanted to do, take an online course, or not if you didn't want to. Basically, this promotion would allow us to live comfortably without you having to work, if you didn't want to that is.” Eddie practically blurted. He was so good Steve could understand his ramblings. 
“As much as I would love that, I don’t know. I know we haven’t really talked about it but uh…” Steve paused, looking away from Eddie and rubbing the back of his neck. “What about our future? What if we want more kids or something? Me staying home wouldn’t really be an option then. I don’t want me not having a job to stop us from things we might want later on.”
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Steve “You want to raise another one with me?” he asked, sounding small. 
“If you’d want to.”
“Who would be stupid enough to not want more kids with you?” Eddie asked, surprised that Steve would even consider him saying no an option. “But I feel we’re a little off track here, we need to discuss this promotion. If you want to quit your job and stay at home, we can afford it on my new wage. We can even put money up for the future you’re talking about and we can always reevaluate things when Nova goes to school.” 
“You like the idea of me being your little housewife?” Steve laughed.
“I’ll even buy you a little apron and some heels,” Eddie teased, sitting back down on the couch. 
“It would mean that I’d get more time with you since I wouldn’t have to sleep most of the time you’re home. How can I say no to that?”
“This mean I get to have more time in bed with you conscious?” Eddie enquired, pulling Steve into a kiss. “So is it settled, have I got myself a little housewife and I’ve become the alpha male that provides for his family whilst his wife is at home bitching with and about the neighbours?” 
“Do I not bitch about Susan enough already?”
“Yeah you do baby, its adorable” 
“Adorable? Yeah ok, sure.” Steve huffs and crosses his arms.
“Yes, adorable sweetheart” Eddie hummed kissing Steves nose.
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Steve had been nervously planning for months. He had tried hard to think of something over the top but wasn’t sure that any of those ideas had really been something that fit Eddie. The plan wouldn’t have come together if it hadn’t been for Dustin. Without his help, Steve’s idea wouldn’t really have been possible. They secretly got together for a week before they started what Dustin insisted on referring to as ‘phase one’. 
Phase one started with Dustin telling Eddie that he had an idea for a one shot that he wanted to try. Dustin had been talking about how he had wanted to try to DM long before Steve even thought about planning. It was the perfect start so Eddie wouldn’t expect a thing. Dustin refused to tell Eddie anything about it but he agreed to play anyway. Phase two was a lot longer, Steve was trying hard to not be impatient to finally get to phase four but phase two was making it difficult. For a month Dustin would bug Steve everytime he saw him and Eddie was around about playing with them. Acting annoyed and uninterested was easier than he’d thought. When they had been planning, Dustin had suggested that they make a show of Dustin pretending to annoy Steve about playing so that Eddie wouldn’t expect anything when Steve sat down with them to play.
Phase three was one they had debated on when to start it. Steve had wanted to find a way to get Nova involved but he knew that if they told her about her part in all of it before that day then there was no doubt Eddie would find out. Nova had a bad record for keeping secrets. They had given up trying when she had told Steve about the small surprise party Eddie had been planning. Robin had agreed to come over and explain to Nova what her part was while everyone else was in another room. 
Now everyone was seated at their kitchen table, Dustin at the head of the table and to Steve’s right with Eddie to his left. At the start of the one shot, the party had been at a tavern where they heard several people complaining about their valuables and small farm animals going missing. They talked with the NPC Dustin set up for Steve to play who insisted on helping them to get back something he'd lost. After talking to the other villagers, they had decided to set up a trap and follow whatever it was with a small goat and the few things that had between them that appeared valuable. They ended up following a small dragon back to it’s cave. Robin knew that was her que and brought Nova out along with their arms full of toys and set them down in a pile to act as Nova's dragon hoard. 
“I know I’m not actually a player but can I still try talking to the dragon?” Steve asked Dustin.
“I’ll allow this once.” Dustin replied.
“Hi there little dragon.” Steve said as he knelt down to Nova’s level, only to be stared down by her. “Where’d you got all this nice stuff from?” 
“I found it.” Nova answered after Robin whispered in her ear.
“Oh really? The villagers will be happy to know you found it. They’ve all been wondering where their things went. I’m sure they’d be happy to get it back.”
“Nuh uh. It’s mine now. I found it.” Nova pouted. 
“Everyone will be so sad though.” Steve tried but only got a shrug from Nova in return. “Would you be willing to give me just one thing back then? I need it for something very important and I can’t do it without it.”
“Just one?” Nova asked.
“Yes. Just the one. I promise.”
“Ok.” Nova said as Robin handed her a small black box that she then handed to Steve.
“Thank you little dragon.” Steve smiled and ruffled her hair before going down on one knee next to Eddie. 
“Steve?” Eddie whispered.
“We’ve kind of did a lot of this backwards, moving in and having a kid together before we even really got together but I’ve loved every second of it. You and Nova have brought more life into this house than I ever thought possible. I can’t imagine my life without the two of you and I don’t want to. Will you marry me?”
“Say yes Daddy!” Nova cheered as she pulled Eddie’s arm.
"Roll for charisma" Eddie choked out, clearly holding back tears. 
"I'm sorry what?" Steve replied, flabbergasted, this was not part of the plan. 
"I believe he said you need to roll for charisma, we are playing after all" Dustin cackled. 
"Fine, I will roll for charisma" Steve sighed, rolling his eyes at them both. 
"Better be high or it's a no Stevie" Eddie pointed out, still teary eyed. 
Steve grabbed the D20 and rolled it, a 1 looked up at him and dread hit him all at once. Would Eddie really say no? Did Eddie not think he was being serious? How does he get out of this with an ounce of self respect left. 
"Oh baby, you should see your face. I'm sorry, I was being mean, of course I'll marry you" Eddie said, spinning Steve around and kissing him gently. 
"I hate you and I'm not doing that thing you really like for at least 2 weeks after that" Steve grumbled, kissing him back ,much to everyone's visible and audible response. 
"Congratulations guys!!" Robin shouted, rushing at them both and giving them a hug. 
Everyone else gave their congratulations and their hugs. Nova sat and played with her toys whilst the guys packed up for the evening and ate pizza. 
Eddie kept looking down at his ring, smiling to himself. Tomorrow he would go and buy one for Steve, it wasn't fair that only he got to visually display their love. 
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bogkeep · 1 year
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maybe it's a little bit early but i'm ready to do the Review and Reflection of my 2022!!
where the past two years were very static years for me with only subtle changes (yes there's a pandemic but i still had to go to work and it all blended together into a soup), THIS year set off the rube goldberg machine of Theo Quit His Job To Move To Sweden And Started Watchmaker School. SO YEAH i think i can make a list again >:)
- I QUIT MY HOTEL RECEPTIONIST JOB THANK FUCKING GOD!! on one hand, i've been incredibly glad to have had the income and stability, especially during a pandemic even though holy fuck i sure had to go to a public facing job during a pandemic, and there were many aspects of my job that i genuinely enjoyed, and i felt quite good at it. that said, thinking about my job now triggers a spike of anxiety through my brain, and i was planning to quit sometime already last year. all of my good and cool coworkers quit shortly before me and i had to train all the new ones (including the new manager!) and i hope i never have to work at a hotel ever again or interact with cops that much. i gave myself so many headaches trying to accomodate all the guests to the best of my very limited abilities - there's only so much i can do with old building inaccessibilities (the elevator didn't even go to the top floor) (most of the bathroom doors were not wide enough for wheelchairs) (COULDN'T WE AT LEAST BUY SOME SHOWER STOOLS?) and the lack of AC. and while my wages were livable enough, i don't think i got paid nearly enough to compromise my personal morals and ethics on a regular basis. that's capitalism for you i guess. ANYWAY GLAD TO BE OUT OF THERE
- i got into watchmaker school!!!!!! i was looking into this and preparing for it already last year, trying to figure out what to DO and where to GO, and it's a huge relief to me that i actually got in!!! a new and exciting step for whatever my future will turn out to be!! :D
- as a result i didn't only move out of my town but out of my country. for now. but now i get to live in an itty bitty garage-turned-house by myself and it's WONDERFUL. this is my first time living entirely by myself!!! i love it!!!!!! yes i will have to temporarily move out in the summers when the houseowner wants to use the space as a tourist season airbnb, but getting to be in control of my own environment is very healing and affirming to me. i spent so much of my teenage/early adult years thinking i'll never be able to handle adult life, but here i am!! thriving!!!!! i am more self sufficient and capable than i ever thought i'd be!!!
- my summer was incredibly chaotic due to all of the moving out and moving in and uncertainty of whether i'd get into school or not et cetera, BUT i did get to visit the czech republic again for the first time since december 2019. it was good to see my family and my childhood best friend again.
- i got to meet several close friends i haven't gotten to see in person for a long time. i got to spend some good quality time with friends i lived close to, as well (that i now miss so so much). i made some new friends that are very dear and important to me.
- i got really super into S & D tier this year, and my brainworms have calmed their wrigging since i've been busy with school and all these other life things, but it's such a wonderful series that i'm absolutely thrilled to have discovered. it even got me making fanfic, and it felt really good to get back into writing again!!
- i think i got a new tattoo earlier this year? so much has happened since march that it feels like a completely different year! it's also very small compared to all the tattoos i got during 2020 and 2021, but i didn't have much else going for me then. so.
- i wish i had like, anything to report regarding my gender transition, but all i've done has been like... 2? video consultations with the trans clinic? and zero progress? i don't want to think about it too hard because it makes me want to tear my hair out. I'M HANGING IN THERE
TO CONCLUDE. this year has been one of huge changes in my life!! i am thoroughly overwhelmed by it but doing my best to ride the waves!! i am being so so brave and pursuing the things i want to do!!!! every now and then things turn out Good and i have to confront the reality of Sometimes Things Are Very Good and it's a little bit like a blinding light too bright to look at directly, because i'm a little burnt out, i'm lightly toasted, and i'm taking on these big things and trying to change along with them, and it's a lot but ultimately worth it, yes? yes.
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grafzahl · 1 year
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Hello !
I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I think you're really cool and I kinda admire you ? We're about the same age but you've already done so much more than me despite the hardships and your own sadness. You've managed to start your physical transition, you don't live with your parents, you're good at school, you have a job, and yet you're still being silly on Tumblr and letting the depression slide in your posts from time to time. I don't know how to explain it exactly, but I just want to hope that I'll be able to do as much as you do someday. I want to believe that since you've managed to do all of this then maybe I could do it too someday.
Sorry for sending such a weird ask. I just hope you'll keep going.
Haha! It's not strange at all, to the contrary it's very flattering. Certainly bad news for the nafs, but alas, I thrive on compliments more than I should.
As it happens, though, you shouldn't admire me that much because I do live with my parents! I think it's implied that I don't because I talk about paying rent, but that's because I pay my parents rent at the market rate. I was actually looking to move out, but then China had a bit of a moment and forced all Chinese students studying at Aus unis to move to Australia instantly, making the rent skyrocket - when 100,000 internationals suddenly need a place and will pay anything to get one, you can charge whatever you want. So it just wasn't very wise.
I suppose there's a lesson in that! I can't lie and say I don't post my chagrin on Tumblr, because I love to be a mentally ill cunt on here, but success can be very easily perceived as "perfect" in others compared to the self. Sure, I'm transitioning, but it's slooooooow and I had to stop for a while cuz no money. Sure, I have a job, but it doesn't allow for savings much and I didn't make more than minimum wage until just a week ago. I'm not saying I'm not proud of these - like, working minimum wage is some of the most honourable work you can do, comparatively, and T is always slow regardless. But, say the inverse is true? Say I met you and I was fiercely impressed and intimidated? Maybe you have a cool music taste (mine sucks), or you know a lot about film (I hate films), or you have LEGO sets or an internship or whatever. To me they're seen as fully fulfilled potentials, yes? But it's more messy than that. There's not really such thing as a fully achieved individual.
I'm very flattered you want to be like me, and I hope you find the happiness you're looking for!
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38sr · 2 years
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#IndustryQs I’m curious, what’s it like working in the industry? What kind of environment is it usually? Is it hard to find a job, and are the jobs you get secure? (Like, can you stay with a company for years with stable pay/benefits?)
I’m interested in working in the animation industry too, and am going to university for it soon… there’s some things that make me anxious about it.
No worries at all! I completely understand being anxious about the animation industry. I just wanna start off by saying working in animation (or really any industry) comes with its pros and cons, ebbs and flows, etc. and it's not 100% perfect. Everything that I'm about to type is from the perspective of being a storyboard artist and 2D animator as well my personal experience from art school to getting my first studio job to current day. Some things may vary depending on job positions (or just the personal experience of a different person). So what I say here isn't 100% the absolute, definitive overlook on the animation industry. Alright? Let's go! Is it hard to find a job?
There's no way to really sugarcoat this but yes. And also no at the same time.
Why yes? I would say the hardest time it was for me to find a job was the very first one as an intern at Sesame Workshop in college. That was my first time ever working in a studio (and also got paid full time). But that internship came after a plethora of rejections which effected my self-confidence as an artist a lot. After that internship (and graduation), I didn't get my next full time in-house studio gig until 2 years later. Most of my friends who also work in the industry also share similar experiences where it's not always guaranteed you'll find a job immediately after you graduate. There are some people who have but the majority tend to finally really break in a couple years after graduating. And I know that sounds scary but trust me it's okay. Everyone moves at their own pace and you shouldn't mandate yourself (especially when life is unpredictable and things happen outside of your control). So is it hard find a job? Yes, but usually the first one is the hardest of them all. But then why no? Well once you do break in, it becomes easier to find the next gig and you start building relationships with fellow creatives. The animation industry is a very close knit community so if you're great to work with, meet your deadlines, and do good work, you'll build a rep and will get recommended for other projects. Unfortunately, this is also kind of the reason why it's so hard to break in. Some jobs are be filled through recommendations/referrals of people with experience and good rep with others. From personal experience, I don't blame any production who didn't hire me because I was so new and no one in the industry had ever worked with me or knew about my work ethic. All I could do was hone my skills and make that the thing that drew employers in. Luckily now I don't worry as much as finding the next gig, but in the beginning it was rough and I just had to keep at it until someone took a chance on me.
Are the jobs you get secure? (Like, can you stay with a company for years with stable pay/benefits?)
As for wages and benefits, yes. There is a union called The Animation Guild that represent animation workers. A lot of the studios are under the union so they adhere to the Guild's contracts and wages so that you're appropriately paid for your job. So you could hop between union studios without losing your fair wages and benefits. As for if the jobs are secure, yes and no. It really depends.
Working for animation is very nomadic because it's project based. You only get hired for a certain amount time for a project then leave once the work is done. Nowadays, you're lucky to find a production that is at least a year long (especially if we're talking about TV animation productions). Feature animation productions tend to have longer production schedules due to bigger budgets. So you could board on the same movie for 2 or more years and get paid a steady wage. Also feature productions aren't as fast paced as TV productions which don't have the biggest budgets (and therefore shorter production schedules).
For TV, it's not always guaranteed your show will get renewed for a new season and when it doesn't you have to search for the next gig. My current production as I'm writing this (Spiderman Freshman Year) is the longest I'll ever be on a production since we were lucky enough to get renewed for another season. It feels so relieving to know I have job security in that sense and I don't blame you for worrying about it. Sometimes you only have a gig for 6 months and have to start the search again half way through that job. It may not be ideal but I personally like being able to work on different kinds of projects, work at different studios and learn from all the different experiences in hopes it can be useful if I ever am in a leadership role. While sometimes it can be worrisome to think about, I prefer to look at it as a way to learn and try something new. As for staying with a company for years? Mmmmm you could but again it depends if there are projects available that can hire you. While I was at Titmouse, I hopped between Star Trek Lower Decks and Critical Role thanks to my supervising director on Star Trek recommending me. Most studios want to retain their talent so if there is something available and it's a project you genuinely want to work on then yeah you can virtually keep working at the same company for years. I know people who worked at the same place for 10+ years and never wanna leave haha.
What’s it like working in the industry? What kind of environment is it usually? Maybe this is me being me but it's like any other job haha. Granted yes, I'm living my childhood dream and am incredibly grateful for that. I love my job and get to work on shows that my family and friends can watch and be like, "Oh shit! Li worked on this!" But despite all of that, it's still a job at the end of the day. I wake up at 8AM, clock in at 9AM, do my assignments and clock out at 6PM. Some days are hard when I can't quite visualize a certain scene in my head and some days I breeze through a whole board sequence in one breath. Sometimes I get aggravated about the industry but it never gets to a point where I wanna leave all together. And I've gotten to meet wonderful, amazing talented people who push me to become not just a better artist but a better person. Working in the animation industry is really just like any other job. It just so happens we make entertainment for the masses haha.
But as for the environment, it's a bit hard to say 'cause the animation industry has been working from home for 2 and a half years (going on 3 years). But what little time I did get to be in a physical studio and you know, work with other people isn't really any different from working at home. Except for like, not being able to do spontaneous lunches and en-passing conversations. I do miss those random human interactions so now I have to make it a point to actively do that. But yeah, it's usually just a bunch of nerds who love to create, love the craft and come together to make the magic happen. I hope that answered your questions!
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lais-a-ramos · 5 months
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15 questions, 15 mutuals
tagged by: @lesbianlotties :)
i'm not usually tagged in these things, so, thank you so much for tagging me 😊💖
1. Are you named after anyone?
technically, yes lol
my big sis, who is 7 years older, had a school mate at the time who had the same name and she thought it was pretty and told my mom
2. When was the last time you cried?
therapy this week (it happens a lot lol, but it's in a healing way)
3. Do you have kids? nope.
4. What sports do you play/have played?
well, in average brazilian public schools we unfortunately don't have extracurricular activities, so, i never played sports like american teens do.
i currently take muay thai lessons in a gym nearby tho
5. Do you use sarcasm?
i'm too sarcastic for my own good lol
typical quiet introverted kid who is very sarcastic and oftenly by their tongue, so, i'm more cliché than i'd like ig 😅
6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
i'm a very observant person i guess, so i usually pay attention to a lot of stuff, going from whether someone is more introverted or extraverted from their clothes to their sense of humor
7. What’s your eye color?
dark brown, might look black depending on the angle and light
8. Scary movie or happy endings?
depends on the day, really.
but if i can have both, it's awsome :)
9. Any talents?
i mean, i don't know lol
i play guitar, but i'm mostly average, bc i only started studying 7 years ago, once here in brazil we don't have extracurricular activities and i didn't have music classes until i found a church nearby.
i also took singing classss once, for this program in my uni that offers classes taught by the students for other students, university workers and for the ppl in town, but unfortunately the instructor left for a study opportunity and the singing classes were discontinued.
i also like writing poems once in a while, tho it's been a while since i don't write any 😅
i hope it counts ;)
11. Where were you born?
born and raised in brazil 🇧🇷
11. What are your hobbies?
well, besides the music and muay thai that i mentioned above, i also love watching movies and tv shows, and reading books, and reading mangas and watching animes, and i'm also a hardcore soccer/football fan
12. Do you have any pets?
yes, a mutt that my big sis found on the university campus a few years ago
13. How tall are you?
i'm 1,66 m (that's around 5'5 ft, for the american mutuals)
14. Favorite subject in school?
portuguese/literature, philosophy, arts
15. Dream job?
well, before getting in the social sciences college, i used to dream of becoming a journalist and writer.
i also dreamed of getting in a music college, but, bc of the no extracurriculars thing, i never had the skills to participate in any auditions.
so, right now, i just dream of graduating -- if generalized anxiety disorder allows me -- and get an average, steady, minimum wage job w/ labor garantees like any south american young person 😅 *cries in america latina*
tagging:
i don't think i can tag 15 ppl, so, i'm gonna tag @paintmylifewitheverglow , @jackietaylorsversion , @harundraws , @woodenpicador, @sexybread-png , @ggardengirl and @faunshiii
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jxckyx3 · 1 year
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God, I don't even know at this point but this prompt dates back to like... probably two years ago?
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If I remember correctly, I got this idea by watching a show called 'Last Man Standing' on NBC I think? It's hard to remember what television network it was, but I just thought it was cute and funny so here ya have it!!!
❤️🖤❤️
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Ship: Team 6 poly
Top(s): Tyler, Brian & Marcel
Switch(s): Evan & Jon
Bottom: Nogla
AU: Team 6
Setting: /
Type: Fluff
Warning ⚠️: This chapter contains heavy swearing, sexual comments, friendly stalking, mention of sexual harassment, flirtatious comments and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.
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Evan's pov -
"Just like this?" I asked cluelessly, frowning in deep concentration as I mixed the deep red paste with the whisk.
Jon peered over my shoulder, chuckling lightly before pressing a kiss to my cheek.
"Yup! Just like that." He said, smiling sweetly before returning back to the oven to check the cake.
He had wanted to bake a cake to celebrate us moving into our new house. I didn't necessarily know how to bake a cake, let alone a red velvet cake, so he wanted to teach me.
When starting out YouTube career--or trying to start, it wasn't as easy as we thought it would be. We had underestimated all those more famous YouTubers and we realized we couldn't always come off as cocky and rude.
It wasn't a lie that we had put on fake personas when we started, trying desperately to be liked. But after a year or two of trying, we realized how tiring it was and decided to just be ourselves for once.
So we dropped the vlog cams, dropped our fake personalities and decided to just start gaming.
After a year of doing what we actually loved, we had started to get recognition and grew from there.
We weren't really confident in being totally personal online but we didn't want to be fake anymore and came out to our little bit of fans.
It seemed after that, that they had started to like us more. We got more views, more likes and even got sponsors by bigger companies.
During our big realization that we just needed to not care what people thought of us anymore, we decided to move out of our big house that had more rooms than needed and bought a much smaller house big enough for just the six of us.
It had one room but that's exactly what we wanted. The room was large, so that was an upside considering all the clothes and personal belongings we had.
It had two bathrooms, one upstairs and one down. The living room was large, we had an even larger office where we did our recordings--it wasn't very efficient to record in the same room at once, but the fans thought it was funny. Especially when we'd lash out at eachother or tackle one another for fun.
Our kitchen was huge--which was a good thing since my boyfriends loved to cook. And we had a few other entertainment rooms which just had most of our personal stuff. Like collectors items and shit.
The front door was just over to the left of the living room where we had a nice big entrance area and lastly we had a back door connecting to the kitchen. Placed right next to our garage door.
Of course, we weren't entirely big on the internet still, so we had gotten a few jobs here and there. Just the minimal wage because we didn't want to overwork ourselves with stress and all that.
We moved to this new house not too long ago and we were still getting used to the change of setting.
The neighborhood was friendly, filled with kids, parents, elderly and other residents. It was quite large actually, and it took some time for us to remember to not be too loud.
The town was big as well, but it was crowded and the buildings were all pushed really close together. The streets were always full with traffic, there was always kids running around. Going to and from school and what not.
Not to mention that we found ourselves having to be more social than planned.
Back when we lived in our old house in the forest, we never really talked to many people. Hell, we never even went out much. If any of us needed anything, we'd just Dash it.
But now, we had to be more open to friendly chit chat and randomly getting compliments. Especially since half of us worked as waiters or cashier's at grocery stores.
I didn't really mind though. It was different but...it was a good different.
"I'm baaack!"
I smiled, turning to the back door upon hearing the cheery voice.
"Hi loves!" Nogla greeted, wrapping his arms around Jon's neck, who was already pulling him in close and into a kiss.
I set the bowl down on the counter, making my way over to the two. Nogla pulled away from Jon and moved over to me, smiling as he leaned down and gave me the same treatment.
I hummed happily, reaching a hand up into his dark hair.
"Mm, smells good in here. Whatcha makin'?" He asked, pulling away from me.
"Jon wanted to make cake to celebrate the move- and, for hitting two million on our channel." I said, pulling out my phone.
Nogla gasped at that, his eyes lighting up.
"We did?! When?" He asked excitedly, taking the phone from me once I got to our shared account. Jon chuckled at his little fit, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Just three hours ago. It hit before we even started to bake the cake." Jon said, peeking over Nogla's shoulder to look at the number on the phone.
Nogla sighed in happiness, biting his lip and staring for a second before handing me the phone back.
"Time ta hit t'ree next." He said, earning a chuckle in agreement from Jon. I snorted.
"If you wanted to do that, you could always just go in the back yard." I joked, earning a loud laugh from Jon and an exaggerated huff of offense from Nogla.
"Y'know what? I'm not sucking yer dick tonight." He said, grinning down at me as my smile dropped.
"Who's getting the 'no-sex' penalty now?"
I looked over to see Marcel walk in, looking sweaty as he sipped his water bottle. I frowned, raising a brow in confusion.
"Well me, because I said something offensive, but better question, why the hell are you so damn sweaty?" I asked, watching as Marcel came in and set his bottle down on the counter, making his way over to Nogla.
"Was working out. I ate too much sweets these last few days and decided to do something about it before it got bad." He said, trying to hug Nogla. Who was definitely no having it, considering Marcel was wet and sticky.
"Ewie! Get yer sweaty hands away from meh!" He squealed, running away to hide behind Jon when Marcel made no attempt at listening to him.
"Work out? Weren't you supposed to pick David up from work?" Jon asked, taking the words right outta my mouth. Marcel sighed in delight, finally managing to wrap his arms around Nogla and hold him in a strong hold.
Much to Nogla's displeasure, might I add.
"Yup! But I decided to let him walk today." He explained, earning a hum in confirmation from Nogla.
"What?!" Jon exclaimed, pouting as he looked to Marcel.
"What?" He asked, taking the chaste kiss from Nogla before moving to the sink to splash cold water on his face.
"Ya can't just let him walk home, Mar! Y'know how many sketchy people roam around his work area." Jon huffed, setting his hands on his hips as he looked up at Marcel.
"Well, of course I know that. But David wanted to and I wasn't just gonna say no. Look at him!" He said in defense, gesturing his hand over to Nogla.
He glanced up at us, quickly taking his finger out of the bowl of frosting I had been mixing to give us an sweet smile, swaying back and forth like an innocent child.
"Ugh, no wonder he's the only bottom." I muttered, earning a scoff in offense from him.
"And that's also why we can't just have him walk home by himself. It's too dangerous." Jon said, giving Marcel more of a concerned tone than of anger.
Marcel sighed, nodding in understanding.
"I know, I know. But David's an adult, he can handle himself... mostly." Marcel said nervously, leaning against the counter. I sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Nogla worked as an assistant manager at a library. The women who owned the place was very old and Nogla worked hard enough to get promoted over there.
The library was big and local, so it had lots of people going in and out twenty four seven.
The thing was, the place was known to have a lot of drug dealing going on in there, it was near a hot spot for bad people and there was always criminal activity in or around it when broadcasted on the local news. Or so I heard anyways.
It could all easily just be rumours, but we weren't willing to take that chance.
It wasn't like we were just gonna force Nogla to quit his job because of it all either. He loved that job because he doesn't have to talk that much and he just loves books. And second, he pulled most of the money in that we needed to pay for the bills with so we couldn't just drop that.
So instead, we had just drove him to and from work whenever we didn't have a shift. It was easier that way for all of us.
"Hey, I'm a grown man." Nogla butted in, a small pout on his lips as he continued to stick his fingers into the frosting.
"No offense Daithi, but you're a sissy lala. You can't even look at a roach without screaming like a little girl." Jon said, trying to be as nice as possible about it. Marcel and I laughed in agreement, earning a raspberry in return.
"Nu-uh!" He retorted, glaring half heatedly.
"Yes huh. Now stop sticking your little fingers in the icing or I'm gonna stick my dick where the sun don't shine." Jon grinned, pulling the bowl away and smacking Nogla's ass.
He yelped in reaction, his face burning as red as the icing as we all laughed at Jon's remark.
"Well- I...ugh!" Nogla groaned, not being able to come up with a comeback. We laughed even harder at that, causing his face to burn darker--if that was even possible.
"Fine, ye don't get ta fuck me tonight either!" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. That only made Jon smirk up at him, setting the bowl down and swiftly bending Nogla over the counter.
A small squeak escaped his lips as Jon leaned over his body, placing his mouth right next to his ear.
"I don't think ya get to decide that sweetheart." He teased flirtatiously. Nogla whined in defeat, trying to push himself back up.
"Argh! I hate t'at ye guys are stronger t'en me." He complained, earning a laugh from Jon.
"And that's exactly why you can't go walking the streets alone, let alone taking the public bus." He said, pulling off of Nogla and helping him stand up straight.
"Eh- but I want ta! I like walking! Helps me think. Plus, today I passed a really pretty park surrounded in big rose bushes! Ya should've seen it." He said happily, a wide smile breaking to his face and replacing the earlier blush.
I sighed, frowning over to Jon as Nogla started to ramble to Marcel about what he had seen and all the different colors of roses.
Of course the two of us didn't like the idea of letting Nogla roam town alone, and I knew that Brian and Tyler would like it even less than us.
But if this is what made him happy, then we had to respect that.
"We thinkin' the same thing?" Jon asked, lifting a brow at me. I hummed, nodding in response.
I glanced up at Marcel and Nogla, who had stopped mid conversation when Jon spoke up.
"Okay...you can walk home from time to time," I started. Nogla started to smile and clap happily before I could finish.
"But," I said, watching as he immediately stopped and gave me a look of hope. I smiled at that, finding the expression all to adorable.
"But you have to watch where you're going, keep your phone out at all times and if you feel like your being followed, go to the most public area you can find and call the police. Or better yet, one of us so we can come pick you up." I sighed, earning a wide smile in return.
Nogla bounced forward and pulled me and Jon in a big hug, squishing us into his chest tightly despite his slim, weak arms.
"Awww, I love ye guys!" He said in a high pitched voice, still somehow jumping up and down with us.
I chuckled lightly, pressing my hands to his back as the others laughed along.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get too ahead of yourself. You gotta do the honors of telling the other two." Marcel piped up, making Nogla stop mid excitement and drop the two of us.
"Shit." He cursed, drooping over the counter in defeat as he already knew what they were gonna think. And those two were the most protective and possesive out of all six of us.
"Ah, don't worry Nogla. I'm sure they'll understand why you wanna do it." I encouraged, rubbing reassuring circles on his back as he sat himself in one of the bar stools.
"Mhm! Plus, ya give mean head. I'm sure they'll give in if you offer a few blow jobs." Jon grinned, pulling his oven mitts on to pull the cake out of the oven.
The sweet smell of red velvet filled the kitchen as he did so, warming up the room. I inhaled deeply, already feeling my mouth water.
"Ye know what? I'm not even embarrassed by t'at. I take it as a compliment." Nogla sighed, setting his work bag down on the floor and folding his hands on the counter.
"Your blush says otherwise love." Marcel said, placing a kiss on his cheek as he seated himself right next to him.
I laughed at the glare Nogla sent his way, picking up the bowl of icing to help Jon finish the cake.
Third pov -
"What time is it?" Brian asked, glancing at his wrist to check his watch.
"Mmm." Evan hummed with a shrug of his shoulders, reaching towards the coffee table to grab a handful of chips from the clear bowl.
It was Saturday and none of the guys had any shifts this week. Valentines day had passed a few days ago, so they were all given a week off.
Well, except for Nogla. The owner had called in sick so he had offered to help the new employee while the owner was out.
"Oh...oh, shit. It's Saturday... Nogla's coming home soon." Brian mumbled, staring down at his watch for a few seconds before grumbling audibly and lowering himself into the couch.
Tyler groaned in agreement, throwing his head back in frustration.
"Why did we have to come up with that stupid agreement anyways?" He huffed, flopping down and laying his head in Marcel's lap.
The guys had all collectively came up with the agreement, that Nogla would walk home every other day of the week. Brian and Tyler weren't entirely happy about it, but Nogla was able to convince them.
"Because we care about his happiness and we trust him to make adult choices without needing our permission." Marcel said, running a hand though his boyfriend's hair. Evan chuckled.
"And because he gives good blow jobs." He reminded the two, small smiles breaking onto their faces.
"He really does." Brian moaned, staring up at the ceiling.
"Jesus Christ, don't get hard!" Marcel exclaimed, noticing the expression on Brian's face. It was the look he had on whenever he was aroused.
"Anyways, we did it because we love him." Evan laughed, throwing his legs over Brian's lap. The Irishman simply pouted, frowning in defeat as he ran his fingers over the muscles in Evan's leg.
"It's not tat I don't trust him. I don't trust 'is work area." He mumbled, earning a humm of agreement from Tyler. Marcel clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at the two.
"You guys are over exaggerating." He said with a fond smile, resting his hand over Tyler's face to annoy him.
The American huffed, pulling his boyfriend's hand away and pulled into his chest, intertwining their fingers instead.
"They talk about sexual harassment and loitering criminals on the news all the fuckin' time. How could I not over exaggerate?" He asked rhetorically, looking down at their hands with an even bigger pout than Brian.
Marcel glanced up at Evan, the two of them exchanging a smile.
Despite both Brian and Tyler being the most masculine and anger infused out of all six of them, they tend to get like this whenever they weren't getting their way.
It happened more often than expected and the rest of the guys always loved it because they honestly found it cute and hilarious.
Very uncharismatic of the two.
"It's the news, Ty. They're the masters of over exaggerating. Well, besides Google but you get my point. They just say anything to get a unique and big story." Marcel said, giving his boyfriend's hand a soft squeeze with his own.
Tyler merely grunted in response.
The four sat in an awkward silence for some time, Evan and Marcel not knowing what else to say to reassure their boyfriend's.
Then, there was a sudden knock at the door. Brian was the first to shoot up, shoving Evan's legs off his lap and running to the door.
Expecting to see his Nogla, he opened the door with a wide welcoming smile, only to drop upon seeing a tall man dressed in a police attire.
"Uh- hello officer. How can I...help ya?" Brian asked slowly, standing up professionally as he looked up at the cop in confusion.
The rest of the guys stiffened at that, turning their heads to see what was going on.
"Hello sir. You must be Brian Hanby? I believe I have something that belongs to you." He greeted with a tip of his hat.
Before Brian or even any of the guys could question him, the cop turned around and gently pulled Jon up the steps by his arm, moving to undo the cuffs on his wrists.
"Oh my god. Oh my god Jon, what did ye do now?" Brian asked with a loud sigh, running a hand over his face.
Jon's mouth dropped in offense, glaring slightly as the cop released his hands.
"Excuse me?! I didn't do nothin'!" He exclaimed, rubbing his wrists as he moved into the house. He moved to the couch and plopped down like a child who had just gotten grounded from his playstation.
Hands crossed over his chest and everything.
"So...then why did you get sent home by a cop?" Evan asked, smiling slightly in amusement. Jon just stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, the cop laughing at the boyfriends' shenanigans.
"No actually, he was wandering around the local library? The one just downtown. I got a few complaints about another loitering criminal." He explained with a slight laugh, earning a groan fom Marcel.
"Jon, what did I say? David is old enough to walk back from work by himself. He's fine, nothing bad is gonna happen to him." He scolded, the other averting his gaze in self disappointment.
"I know, but he's too pretty. Someone's gonna snatch him up if we're not careful." He whined, earning a roll of Evan's eyes.
"Anyways, how did ye know my name might I ask?" Brian asked, looking back to the cop. The officer chuckled, gesturing back over to Jon.
"Your boyfriend is quite the rambler under pressure. All I had to do was cuff him and ask what he was doing there. Practically told me everything about you all. Not to mention that David greets me every morning since I'm part of the security team on that side of town." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
Tyler burst out laughing, dropping Marcel's hand to roll over and accidentally land on the carpet with a grunt.
"Shut up! I thought he had a warrant for my arrest or some shit!"Jon shouted, only causing his boyfriend to laugh even harder despite the fact that he was lying face first on the floor.
Evan was laughing too. But not because the fact that Jon was horrible when it came to cops. But because the way Tyler had fell.
Marcel simple sighed, shaking his head lovingly.
Brian rolled his eyes with a smile, turning back to the cop once more. He glanced down at his name plate that was right next to his badge.
"Thank you officer Daniels, I promise that this won't happen again. Right Jon?" He asked, raising a brow over at his boyfriend. He earned a puff of breath in response.
"Right, Jonathan?" He tried again, this time more stern yet still keeping on his flashy smile.
Jon glanced at him from the comer of his eye, knowing that look on his boyfriend's face. He knew he'd be in deep trouble if he didn't obey.
"Yeah, whatever." He stuck his tongue out, earning a satisfied laugh from the other.
"Welp, I should get back to work. Let's hope we don't have another incident like this again gentlemen, yes?" Officer Daniels said, giving the guys one last smile and chuckle before heading down the path.
Brian gave him a friendly wave, shaking his head as he shut the door.
"Jon..." Marcel started.
"Can it bitch, I hear ya." Jon grumbled, taking Tyler's old place and setting his head in Marcel's lap.
"Ugh, you guys are unbelievable." He muttered, shaking his head with a happy smile.
"At least Evan's got my back on this. Right Ev?" He said, glancing to the second couch. He blinked, seeing the Canadian staring down at his phone.
"Ev?" He asked.
"Huh?! Nothing!" He shouted, fumbling with the small device and dropping it into the carpet.
Marcel frowned in confusion as Evan cursed, reaching for the phone. But Tyler was faster, reaching over from his spot on the floor and snatching the phone right outta his boyfriend hands.
"What's this?" He asked curiously, darting his eyes around the screen.
"I said nothing!" Evan exclaimed, trying to yank his phone back. But Tyler was faster, wrapping his legs around Evan's waist when he got close enough to hold him in place as he inspected the phone.
The screen was white, with yellow and grey lines randomly placed. It was only then that Tyler realized that they had addresses, and the lines were actually roads.
"Is this...are you tracking Nogla?" Tyler asked, handing the phone over to Marcel as he finally let go of Evan, who had been biting into his knee to break free.
"Uh...no?" He muttered, laying on Tyler's stomach.
Marcel huffed loudly, taking a well needed breath before setting the phone down.
"Like I said. Unbelievable." He muttered in disappointment. He was slightly insulted that the guys didn't trust Nogla enough to let him walk home. And that they didn't trust Marcel enough to believe him when he said Nogla was fine.
He understood why they were so worried. He really did. But they needed to let it go. Nogla was an adult, and he wanted to be treated like one.
Marcel wanted to respect that, as well as have the rest of the guys respect it as well.
"Look guys, I'm sure he's fine. He knows his way there and back by now." He said, trying to comfort them.
"Uh...he's turning the wrong street." Brian suddenly said. At that, all eyes turned to the Irishman, who had picked up the phone in curiosity and was watching the big red dot that blinked as it moved along the yellow lines on the screen.
Marcel quickly snatched the phone from his boyfriend, feeling a wave of worry crash into him despite him being the most supportive of the little fucker.
"Eh, he's probably just chasing a butterfly or something..." He tried to excuse, forcing a small wavery smile as he watched the dot turn into the more unfamiliar streets that they haven't been to yet.
It was still near the library, but it was heading into the opposite direction of their house.
"Uh...at thirty-five miles per hour?" Tyler asked, peeking over Marcel's shoulder as he saw the speed of the dot at the top right corner.
All of their stomachs dropped at that, getting increasingly more concerned.
"Yeah he doesn't run that fast, let's go!" Marcel said worriedly, handing the phone back to Evan and bolting for the door with the guys not too far behind him.
They quickly threw on their shoes and their jackets that sat organized at the entrance area, running out the door in record time.
The house sat quiet, nothing but the sound of the cars engine outside.
"I made it!" A voice called.
Nogla walked in to the living room from the kitchen, having used the back door again.
He frowned, seeing not a single one of his boyfriends in sight.
"Lads?" He called, still earning no response. He pushed his lips into a pout of thought, setting his work bag down.
"Huh..." He muttered, scratching his neck as he glanced around the messy room.
"Probably out shoppin' er some shit." He said was a wave of his hand, rolling his sleeves up and beginning to clean up the mess they left behind.
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"Speed the fuck up!" Brian shouted.
"I'm trying! We're near a school zone though, dumbass!" Tyler yelled back, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.
"That car! That car right there! Chase that fucker!" Evan exclaimed, glancing up from his phone to point out the small black car.
Tyler stayed close to the vehicle, practically riding the driver's ass as his boyfriend's continued to shoot and wave the car down.
Eventually, they caught the driver's attention, pulling over on the side of the street.
Jon was the first to hop out, stomping over to the car as the driver hesitantly rolled his window down.
"Oh hello! Why can I do for- ahh!" The man made a noise of shock as Jon grabbed him by the collar, practically pulling him out of his seat and pulling his upper body out the window.
"Where is he?!" He shouted, not caring that bystanders started to stare as the guys raided the man's car without permission.
"W-what? Who? I-i dunno-"
"David, you fuck! Where is he?!" Jon continued, shaking the man as he pulled him closer. Half of his body was now hanging out of the car and he looked absolutely terrified.
"D-david? The as-assistant manager? H-he left a f- a few minutes ago. Like, fif-fifteen I'd s-say?" He stuttered shamefully, holding his hands up as Jon tightened his grip, his glare menacing.
"Found his jacket." Marcel informed, pulling the dark green coat from the back seat that Evan had placed the tracker in.
Tyler growled, grabbing the man from Jon's grasp and fully yanking him out of the car with a loud yelp.
"Where the fuck is he?!" He demanded, slamming his back into the car.
"I dunno, I swear! He left a little bit ago!" The man cried, looking as if he'd literally cry any second now.
"Then why do you have his jacket?" Evan asked, shaking his head as he gestured to the article of clothing.
The man glanced over at him, trying to muster up words to explain himself.
When David told him about his boyfriend's...he didn't expect this.
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"Hi! Where were ye guys? I got worried when ye weren't here!" Nogla said cheerfully, opening his arms with a welcoming smile as the guys tumbled into the kitchen.
They all quickly rushed over to him, all trying to hug him at once despite his slightly messy state from cooking.
"Oh!" He said in surprise, holding his arms up and stiffening as his boyfriends hugged him tightly.
Of course, they always tended to show him and eachother affection. But he's never seen them be this clingy before. Especially without an explanation for it.
Tyler was the first to pull back, grabbing Nogla's face in both hands and pressing a rough, intense kiss to his lips before pulling back.
"We love you, so fucking much." He stated, eyes looking determined as he stared down into Nogla's green flustered orbs.
"O...kay?" He said with a small smile, narrowing his eyes at the rest of them.
Now he was very confused. His boyfriends were still very embarrassed about using the L word. Especially Tyler, so this was really new to him.
"Are ye guys okay?" He asked, finally managing to breath as they all let go of him.
"Yeah, we were...we were just a bit worried." Marcel admitted, however not wanting to tell Nogla about their whole trip and how they almost killed his new employee.
Nogla frowned, tilting his head at them with a confused smile before chuckling lightly.
"Well I'm fine!" He said happily.
It wasn't like he was gonna ask why they were worried, why they weren't home when he got here and why they looked like they had just robbed a bank.
He had already knew. Seeing as the newbie from work used his emergency contact to call him and inform him of how crazy his boyfriends were.
He knew better than to mention all that. Instead, he was just happy they were home. Safe and sound.
"So...you traded your jacket for a box of chocolate?" Brian asked, eyeing his boyfriend in disbelief.
Nogla giggled, nodding in confirmation.
"Yup! It was a steal too." He said, turning and grabbing the large heart shaped box from the counter and showing it off to them.
Tyler and Marcel exchanged a glance, both as equally wanting to say something about how dangerous and stupid that was. However they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
Nogla's happy smile was simply too adorable.
"Ye know, ye're a pain." Brian said, saying what they were thinking instead. Nogla laughed at that, shrugging his shoulders as he set the box back down.
"Well, back ta makin' dinner. We're having lasagna tonight." He informed, turning around and going back to layering the dish.
"Yeah...we were just a bit worried." Marcel muttered, feeling slightly disappointed in himself.
All this talk about how the guys needed to trust their boyfriend and here he was being just as bad. He looked over, glancing at the rest of them.
On the other hand, the others were stuck staring at the taller Irishman, watching him cook in interest.
He still had on his casual work clothes and wore a green apron over them. The strings tightened at his back and cinched his waist, showing off his curves beautifully. He wore a head band to hold his dark, curly hair back and he still had on his glasses instead of switching them out with his contacts like usual.
It was no wonder they loved this man so dearly. He truly was irresistible.
"You're right Jon. He is too pretty to be left alone." Marcel gave in, sighing in defeat as the other hummed.
"See? What'd I tell ya?" He teased, smirking as Nogla turned around and raised a confused brow at them.
"Who?" He asked, not having heard the conversation they had too long ago when the officer had dropped Jon off.
"Nothing important love. Just continue what ya were doin' and look pretty." Brian waved him off, earning a small blush before Nogla obligated and faced back the other way.
"Oh yeah. Just like that." Tyler smirked as he leaned against the counter. His eyes trialing down Nogla's back until they stopped at his ass, chuckling lustfully.
"You guys are perverts." Evan smiled, grabbing the box of chocolate from the counter to eat some.
"And what?" Jon said in defense, tone offended but his eyes never leaving Nogla's body.
The Irishman rolled his eyes, smiling to himself as he heard his boyfriends banter and argue shamelessly.
Oh how he loved them so much.
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Believe it or not, I finished this in only two days! Ha!
Well I hope you liked it and I hope y'all had a great day!!
Until next time, my loves!! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥
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Featured or mentioned characters:
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Nogla - Nogla, David, Daithi
VanossGaming - Evan, Ev
H2ODelirious - Jon
BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel
Terroriser - Brian
IAmWildcat - Tyler
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Case 1846L - File 2022V
[Subject: A series of disappearances in the town of Moulesy in the years [REDACTED], as remembered by witness.]
"I still remember the warnings, of course. Ma, bless her heart, always said it was rude to stare, but it was more than that. Papa said it plainly - we shouldn't talk about the house behind the road.
It didn't seem to have any path to it. I may never have gone looking for it - I was a good boy, of course - but my cousins would, and so would the boys who didn't go to school. Never learned right I guess.
Me and my brothers' room were at the back of the house, though. We kept the drapes pulled tight shut as children. When the whigs tried to bring back window tax we'd already been trying to find a bricklayer.
First time I was in a pub, I heard old Albert talking. I were struck dumb. I didn't know ADULTS could break the rules like that. He'd talk about the shape of it. Said it was too strange. Like it was growing.
I were at his funeral two week later. There was men there I didn't know. Moulesy ent a big town. I'd guessed they were cousins of his. Ma told me not to stare. The box they had him in was closed, o'course. Had to be back then. I never knew he were sick.
My brothers left. Went to work Coventry apparently. Ma said they'd be busy. I'd hope there'd be money from em. Never saw any. I left schooling, and with my first wage I bought a big, beautiful bookcase. It covered the window perfectly. The garden were shadowed more'n it had been. We'd stop going back there soon after.
Papa left one day. Said he had business in London. Never knew what it was, said he had to tell about something. Ma begged him to stay. Said something bout my brothers. Said they ent coming back. I didn't understand, tried to speak up, but I caught Papa's hand instead. Ma were crying. Asked who'd support us. He said I would. I was proud then. I din't know to be scared yet.
He ent come back either. I hugged ma, said I'd get a better job. Walking to town I felt brave. Coming back... well, it's rude to stare innit. Even if I'd get a glimpse of tall, tall windows. Swore I couldn't see em before from the street. But I'd had a growth spurt. Put it down to that.
My boss were asking questions when I told him about Papa. Checked my street address again. Started raging. Had me take over for him when he stormed out. He came back soon. Rushed in. Two men came after. I assumed men. Wore black. Tall. Very tall. They grabbed him and he yelled. It was a butcher's shop, so I couldn't tell at first but - the stains on his clothes was new. One pointed to me as the other covered my bosses mouth. I had my cleaver. I put it down. I were about to ask what the hell happened, averting my eyes as I didn't want them self-conscious... don't know why that was a concern, I guessed I just wanted to be on my best. But they just left. The three of em. That's how I got promoted.
When I went home... well, there was no home. I guess I found the path to the big house. Realised I was walking toward it directly. Tried to search for my home. I couldn't. The house was right on the street. It took up the whole street. It went into the road. I turned back. Moved into my bosses place above the butcher shop. Started moving in new circles. Din't talk about it til now. When you came in, started taking people, I knew it weren't about manners no more. An' now I'm telling you. But you knew already yeah? It shouldn't be a problem, yeah? Right?"
[Report ends. Though in his late thirties by our best estimates, Mr. [REDACTED] a notably childish worldview. That he lived so close to the epicenter of the Moulesy incident, without seeming to be emotionally affected, suggests he may have been hiding more than he shared. Whether this is intentional or not, his disappearance from our custody and the devastation of his cell suggest quite a significant struggle that can only be explained, in this researcher's opinion, by notes C-E, case [REDACTED]. The Moulesy facility has since been deactivated.]
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