#you can find this by clicking on open! next to requests in my navigation in the bio

[softsturn]

imagine being best friends with matt, and you guys text 24/7, and one day you decide to get risky because youve had a crush on him forever - and if he gets the hint, and thinks you wanna fuck him then he gets the hint - if he doesn’t and thinks it was a simple accident, never for him, then he thinks it was an accident and nothing is seriously ruined

so you get on your favorite mini skirt, posing infront of the mirror sitting down and **ever so slightly** opening your legs to reveal your glistening folds, snapping a pic and sending him a photo. “dont forget to match me for our lunch date!” you send an innocent text after, making sure to seem normal as you possibly could.

he immediately opened it, typing for a while but didn’t reply. you wonder if he finds it weird, and get worried and insecure, but he sends a “did you mean to send me that?” after a minute, and you smile to yourself - “of course? i want you to match me.” you reply innocently, and he hearts the message. you wonder if he did find it weird.

once you get to lunch you guys sit down next to eachother, chris and nick across the table as he sat down next to you, smiling.

the restuarunt was actually quite loud, and chris had airpods in, nick finding the bathroom as Matt turns to you, smiling. “are you wearing underwear?” he whispered, your smile fading as you widen your eyes, turning to him, “no? you dirty slut”, he began and put his hand on your thigh, glancing at you with hopeful eyes as you nod, but he shook his head. “words, baby.”

u can decide what goes on from there lel 🤺🤺🤺

miniskirt - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: read the request

⩩ warnings: fingering, light degradation, exhibitionism

⩩ a/n: i really hope i did this request justice!! i could probably do a part two of this, just leave ideas if thats something you’d want. also thanks so much for all the support on my last work!!!!! 🩶🫂

You and Matt have been best friends since forever, befriending him and his brothers in elementary school, and the rest was history. You were close with all three of the boys, but the bond you shared with Matt was different. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, always wanting to be near one another, and when you couldn’t be near each other, you were on your phones texting and calling each other. The two of you are each others comfort, he’s your home, your lifeline, and you’re the same for him. Navigating the very fine line between platonic feelings and something more isn’t always easy, especially not when hes as handsome as he is and you’re both so familiar with each other.

You wanted to make a move, you wanted him to know how you felt, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. The fear of losing him was debilitating, you’d rather have him as your best friend than nothing at all. However, you’ve found yourself on the floor, adorned in your favorite miniskirt, posed in front of your mirror with your legs slightly open. You weren’t wearing any panties, exposing your pretty pink cunt. You snapped a picture, mind running wild as you debate if you’re really ready to do this. Clicking Matt’s contact, your thumb hovers over the send button, you bite your lip, and nervously press it. Quickly following up with an innocent text, trying to mask the intensity of what you’ve just sent. “Don’t forget to match me for dinner tomorrow!!”

He immediately opened the text, and you feel your stomach knot as you wait for his reply. He could either get the hint, and do something about it or, he could chalk it up to being accidental, which would be slightly awkward but nothing would be seriously ruined between you two. The seconds feel like hours as you watch him type, but he doesn’t reply. You internally curse yourself, his silence triggered insecurity, fearing that you’ve just ruined your most cherished friendship. In the midst of your despair, your phone finally dings with a notification from him. “Did you mean to send me that?” he inquired. You take a deep breath, trying to craft the perfect response. Smiling to yourself as you text back feigning innocence, as if you don’t notice the risky picture. “duh? i want you to match with me.” He hearts the message, leaving you uncertain, casting doubt as you prepare for dinner.

Collecting yourself, you complete your makeup and style your hair. Opting to go without panties, you're left in the miniskirt and a crop top. As you head out, thoughts of your text exchange with Matt linger, and the anticipation of potential awkwardness looms. Arriving at the bustling and noisy restaurant, you cringe at the sensory overload. Seated at the table the triplets reserved, Chris, with his AirPods in, offers a smile before returning to his phone. Nick greets you and gives you a side hug as he heads to find a bathroom, leaving you practically alone with Matt as you take a seat beside him in the booth, Chris across from you, along with Nick's empty space.

"Hey," Matt whispers, a smile playing on his lips as he takes in your appearance. You respond with a sheepish smile, exhaling nervously as his eyes linger on the familiar skirt from the earlier picture. You swear you detect a flicker of lust in his gaze as he observes the miniskirt showcasing your thighs. A teasing smirk crosses his lips, leaning in closer, his breath caressing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you wearing underwear?" he whispers.

Your smile fades, eyes widening as if the air has been sucked from your lungs. You hadn't anticipated him bringing up the picture, especially not here and not like this. Turning slightly towards him, jaw slightly dropped, you're rendered speechless, unable to trust the words that might escape. He releases a low, breathy chuckle at your bewildered expression, checking if Chris is paying attention. His gaze returns to you, and he licks his lips. "I’ll take that as a no? Such a slut..." he taunts, his hand finding your thigh under the table, giving it a small squeeze, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Raising his eyebrows, eyes filled with anticipation as you nod to confirm your lack of panties, he shook his head as he coaxed, "Words, baby."

"No, I'm not wearing any underwear," you mumble sheepishly, biting your lip. His hand moves up painfully slow, his eyes attentively tracing every reaction to his touch, as if committing your responses to memory. This situation was beyond what you expected when you sent that picture; now, with his hand creeping up your thigh, you're uncertain how to proceed. He smiles at your sudden shyness, leaning in closer, his lips brushing over your ear. "Atta girl, you listen so well."

"Matt, we're in a restaurant," you whisper sternly, though your voice wavers. Squeezing your thighs shut, you guide his hand away with your own, shooting him a warning glare. Despite the growing desire between your legs, engaging in this here, with Chris across the table and Nick likely to return soon, feels too risky. Matt revels in the thrill, enjoying watching you squirm as you attempt to stay unfazed by his persistent touch. "Which is exactly why you're gonna be quiet for me. Can you do that, baby?" he says softly, the smug smirk on his face almost challenging you.

Your gaze shifts to Chris, engrossed in his phone with an empty spot beside him awaiting Nick's return. Returning your attention to Matt, you scan his sharp features and nod. "Yes, I'll be quiet," you agree, slowly allowing your thighs to open once more, anticipating the touch of his long, slender fingers. His eyes glint with adoration as his hand resumes its journey up your thigh, slipping tantalizingly under your miniskirt. Moving with agonizing slowness, he watches as you shudder with each upward movement. His fingertips graze over your core, and he chuckles slightly at the frustrated sigh escaping you. The anticipation is maddening, and in a less public setting, you'd have surrendered to him entirely. He swipes his index finger through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp as one of his cold rings meets your sensitive skin. "Fucking soaked," he mumbles, and you impatiently huff, growing tired of his teasing. "I'm so close to doing it myself."

He grips your chin in a possessive, and dominant manner, forcing you to meet his gaze. "One day, I'm gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours," he grunts, using the opportunity of no one watching to steal your lips in a kiss, swallowing the moan that escapes as two of his fingers slide into you, stretching your tight walls. Breaking the kiss once he senses you can keep quiet, or at least try, his fingers gradually start pumping into you, the restaurant's bustling atmosphere and loud music drowning out the slick, wet sounds. One of your hands clutches the booth seat, the other clinging to his knee, your lip tucked beneath your teeth as you attempt to stifle your whines and whimpers.

Suddenly, Nick returns from the bathroom, causing your eyes to widen and your face to flush. Matt halts his movements, but he keeps his fingers inside you. The thought of being caught, especially by his brothers, is paralyzing. As Nick rejoins, Chris diverts his attention from his phone, engaging in conversation about new video ideas. Matt nods along, feigning interest, and gradually resumes pumping his fingers into you. You shoot him a panicked look, to which he only smirks.

A waiter arrives with appetizers ordered by the boys before your arrival, and takes your orders. While Nick and Chris indulge in the appetizers, you find yourself indulging in a different sensation—Matt's fingers exploring you in enticing ways. Balancing the act of appearing normal becomes challenging when your best friend is treating you so intimately. Refraining from joining the conversation, you grab an appetizer, bringing it to your mouth as you attempt to eat. Matt's sees this and his fingers quicken their pace, causing a small moan to escape you. Chris raises an eyebrow, shooting a questioning glare your way, prompting Matt to ease up as Chris starts to speak. "You okay, Y/N?"

Eyes widening, you choke slightly on your food, hastily nodding at him. "Y-yeah, the appetizer is just really good," you mumble sheepishly, and Matt snickers. Chris gives you a strange look but returns to his conversation. You're tempted to hit Matt for embarrassing you, but his fingers remain deep inside you, making you completely defenseless. Your knees attempt to shut, shying from the intensifying sensation in your stomach, coupled with the fear of being discovered like this. Matt's foot nudges yours over his, bringing your leg slightly onto his lap, compelling you to spread. Leaning in to your neck, he whispers into your ear, "Can you keep quiet if I let you cum, hmm?"

You nod desperately, but Matt narrows his eyes, halting his finger movements entirely. A silent whine escapes your lips from the loss of momentum, and your eyes plead with him to continue. "Words," he mutters harshly, taunting you. You try to calm yourself, the last thing you need is to accidentally moan and give away what's happening under the table. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, you manage to say, "Yes, please," in a hushed voice.

Amusement plays across Matt's face, finding it entertaining to watch you struggle to hold yourself together. He resumes his movements, slowly pumping his fingers inside you, rebuilding the knot in your stomach. "Good girl, cum all over my fingers, princess," he murmurs as he pulls back. His gaze returns to his brothers, maintaining the facade of genuine interest in their conversation, but his focus is solely on you and the desire to make you feel good. His fingers thrust mercilessly inside you, his thumb tracing circles on your swollen clit. The overwhelming sensation brings you dangerously close to the edge. With your elbow on the table, you bring your head to rest in your hand, covering your mouth to conceal the lewd moans threatening to escape. Matt curls his fingers inside, providing the extra push needed. You bite down on your hand, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed as you come on his fingers. A muffled moan escapes your throat, but blinded by bliss, you don't care. Nick and Chris glance over, offering worried looks.

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" Chris asks, confusion etched on his face. Matt's fingers gradually ease out of you, your breathing slightly heavy as you attempt to regain your senses. "Yeah... I think I'm just having a really bad migraine," you mumble, feigning discomfort as you rub your temple. Chris and Nick nod understandingly, offering sympathetic looks. Matt pats your knee thats on top of his own and smiles slightly at his brothers. "I'm gonna take her home, just box our food and bring it home with you guys later, i’ll Venmo you for an Uber," he says, ushering you out of the booth. The two boys bid you farewells, and as Matt grips your hips, pressing himself up behind you, to them it seems like he's ensuring your safe exit. In reality, he's forcing you to feel the hard bulge desperate for relief in his pants. He kisses the top of your head and the base of your neck. "We're not done," he whispers, gently guiding you out of the restaurant towards his van, leaving your mind racing with thoughts of what he has in store for you.

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If the reader is Hufflepuff they are always friends with Jess McConnell and Cedric Diggory (Golden Era), or Amos Diggory and Alex McConnell (Marauder Era)

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[silentcrowsilentravens]

Hi Raven! How are you doing? May I request a gn!reader who is kinda like Daredevil(they are blind but their other senses are highly enhanced and they know how to fight) and meets the female lords(plus Miranda if it´s okay) and Lady D daughters and how they will react?

I'm alright, Anon. Thanks for asking. <3 I can do that.

Donna Beneviento, Mother Miranda, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, and Alcina Dimitrescu reacting to a blind reader that’s a skilled fighter and has highly enhanced senses of touch, smell, hearing, and taste.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: violence, blood.

Masterlists here!

Donna Beneviento

You work for the Duke. You’ve been working for him for a while now, but you’ve never made a delivery for him before.  

“Just follow the sound of the waterfall,” Duke told you. “You’ll find it. There’s not much over there aside from the Beneviento manor.” 

He proves to be right. You manage to navigate your way to your destination without much trouble. 

You ascend the steps of what must be the correct house and knock on the door. 

Donna wasn’t expecting a package and it isn’t often that she gets visitors, so she cloaks herself in one of her hallucinations and obscures herself from view.

Angie answers the door. You can hear the clicking of her little heels before it opens.

Now, you’ve had to work very hard to gain better control over your abilities, lest you be overwhelmed to the point of being unable to function properly. That being said, you’re surprised when a strong floral smell hits you like a battering ram to the face. It fogs your senses a bit. You have to take a moment to try and reorient yourself, to navigate through it. 

You can’t… exactly tell what Angie is. You don’t think she’s human. Something is pulsating in her head. Almost like a heart would, but she isn’t breathing. Her scent is distinctly woody. 

“Are you… a doll?” you ask uncertainly. Although you don’t know dolls to walk on their own, the village seems to be a strange place and you have no better guess. Lady Beneviento is a dollmaker, right? It sort of makes sense. 

“Yeah,” Angie answers. “Are you lost or something?”

“I don’t believe so. The Duke has sent me to give this to Lady Beneviento.” You present the package. “Is that her over there?” You nod at a spot in the foyer behind her, where you believe there to be the presence of another being. 

Donna and Angie are kind of shocked. 

When you’re greeted with nothing but silence, you start to get a little concerned. 

“...You… can see her?” Angie’s voice is lined with disbelief. 

Your lips dip into a frown. “Well… no?” You’re confused as to why the person seems so taken aback. They don’t know you, you’re simply a stranger acting as the Duke’s courier. There’s no reason to be. Right?

Angie explains to you that Donna is meant to be invisible to your eyes. Donna just sort of stands there, rigid as a board. How do you know? How? This has never happened before.

“Oh... Well, I’m not using my eyes,” you say.  

So. As it turns out, Donna’s powers don’t completely work on you. They can fool you if you’re not careful, but your senses are strong enough to mostly force their way through it. 

Donna has a lot of questions, but she doesn’t ask them. Not that she needs to since Angie immediately starts firing them off without prompt from her. 

You politely answer them for her, and agree to a few rounds of hide and seek because Angie wants to see if your abilities make you the ultimate seeker. 

They kind of do. You drag things out a little for the fun of it, though. Donna simply watches. 

Afterward, she thanks you for humoring Angie, who has definitely taken a liking to you already. Having already accepted Donna to be a silent presence akin to a ghost, you’re taken aback to hear a quiet, raspy voice from where you know her to be. 

The next time you deliver a package to Donna, she offers you some tea. She isn’t exactly sure how to make it, though. Your enhanced senses must include taste too, right? If she makes it as strong as she typically does, will it overwhelm you? She probably ought to just ask you.

Mother Miranda

On occasion, Miranda dons the disguise of a hag and heads into the village. It's one of those times.

You’re sweeping your house’s rickety porch when she passes by. Having stood somewhat close to where she was addressing the village during a recent festival, you easily identify her scent. It’s very distinct. Very… medicinal, you suppose.  

It’s important to be respectful to the village’s goddess, so you are just that when you greet her and address her by her proper title.

Though, after you do, it properly registers that some things are very off. For one thing, her gait is uneven and she seems to be using a cane or staff of some sort.

Miranda holds her composure well, but on the inside, she is very taken aback. 

You making it known that you’re aware of something you aren’t supposed to be? Right out in the open? So casually? Miranda perceives that as an attempt at threatening her. Just who do you think you are, villager? You’re very lucky that nobody else was nearby. 

The next thing you know, the woman that somehow has Mother Miranda’s exact scent is inviting herself inside your house. 

“Um⁠—?”

The door quietly shuts, its sad excuse of a deadbolt slid into place. 

The curtains are pulled closed. There’s the whoosh of wings. 

Miranda is in your living room. You’re positive of that now. 

It occurs to you that this encounter might end with you dead. Yes, you’re a skilled fighter, but this is Mother Miranda standing before you. There is a reason why the Four Lords, as powerful as they may be, follow her orders. 

In an eerily calm tone of voice, Miranda questions you. 

You drop to your knees and bow down as a sign of respect, apologies and explanations flowing past your lips at a rapid pace. It wasn’t your intention to nearly expose her like that. You can be trusted to keep your mouth shut, you swear!

Although she’s not known for being the most merciful in situations like these, Miranda is going to let you keep all of your important organs. You can calm down now.

…Or not. You're still babbling nervously.

“Silence.”

You immediately quiet up. 

As a woman of science, Miranda finds your powers very, very fascinating. She voices this interest to you.

Would you be willing to allow her to run some tests on you?

Don’t be surprised if she starts keeping very detailed files about what you’re capable of. 

Will probably start having you accompany her to Lord’s meetings at some point.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

When Cassandra leaves the castle to hunt in the woods, it’s often deer or things of the like that she’s after.

However, that doesn’t mean she’s just gonna leave some fresh human meat alone if she comes across it!

There you are, minding your own business when the middle daughter starts trying to sneak up on you. She’s clearly experienced. If your senses weren’t enhanced, you probably wouldn’t even notice her approaching.

But you do. You hear her. You can hear her boots against the dirt, the fabric of her dress and cloak moving with her, her choker and necklace tinkling; you can smell the irony scent from the mostly dried blood on her face⁠—also, bergamot?

Let’s not forget the strangest thing, though: there’s a very faint buzzing coming from Cassandra. Like insects flying around. 

When Cassandra goes in for the kill, you’re prepared and dodge out of the way.

Honestly, she’s a little surprised. Like, what the hell was that? She’s never seen a villager that can pull off whatever acrobatic shit you’ve just done.

Cassandra swings again. And again. And again. And again. You’re proving much harder to dismember than she’d like.

Your eyes aren’t even near her as you’re weaving out of the way.

Most of Cassandra is enjoying the challenge (she feels like she hasn’t had a true one in quite a while), the rest is annoyed that you’re not letting her slice you to bits already. The only thing she’s managing to nick is your clothes.

She ends up just knocking you to the ground.

She stands over you, her sickle pointed at your face. Cutting up the ones who put up a fight is especially satisfying for Cass, and she shouldn’t hesitate to get started with you.

…However… she just has to know.

“How did you do that?” Cassandra demands.

“Do what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

You nonchalantly explain your abilities to her, attempting to get comfortable on the forest floor since her weapon is still hovering close to you. It’s clear you aren’t truly intimidated.

Okay. Maybe you can consider Cassandra fascinated with you. And a little impressed. Not that her pride would ever allow her to directly admit that.

Cassandra’s sense of smell and hearing are definitely greater than the average human's, but they still don’t seem to quite compare to yours. Plus, your touch is enhanced too? 

“You know what?” you say suddenly, snapping Cassandra out of her thoughts. “Although I am a little upset that you’ve spoiled my evening walk, I still had a rather good time. If you decide to spare me, maybe we can spar sometime?”

What a weird offer after Cassandra just tried to kill you. Weird, yet appealing.

Maybe you two can even hunt together? The only other people she’s met that are able to keep up with her are her sisters and mother.

Daniela Dimitrescu

During the warmer months of the year, Daniela can and will take every opportunity to be outdoors. 

That is why she's currently situated up in a big tree with a book in hand. 

She's getting deeply absorbed in what she's reading when she hears rustling in the foliage down below. 

Perfect timing, Daniela thinks. She was just starting to get thirsty. 

A human is passing by. 

Now, Daniela is a big fan of cutting things. And she never leaves home without a weapon (Cassandra drilled that into her head) so she does have her sickle on her, but… Well. It might be fun to try something new. 

She's decently high up in the tree.

Her book is fairly heavy.

Daniela wonders what would happen if she dropped it. Will it knock you out? Kill you? 

After dog-earing the page she's on, Daniela closes her book, aims, and lets go of it.

You step out of the way before you can be struck. She frowns. How unfun. 

You pick up the failed murder weapon and dust it off, then tip your head back. “I believe you dropped this.” 

Oh. You’re cute. Maybe Daniela won’t drain you of your blood. 

She lets out a slight giggle. “Oops.” 

“Here. Hold on,” you tell her, and she expects you to try and throw it back to her. 

You don’t. Although you can tell where Daniela is, you can’t read her form well enough to be confident that you aren’t going to hit her in the face. So instead, you tuck the book into your bag and begin climbing. 

Daniela watches as you almost effortlessly navigate your way up the branches, which is certainly more than she did to reach her spot. She simply turned into her swarm. 

You hook your legs around a branch beside her and hold the book out.

You know, it’s funny. Even when Daniela doesn’t want them to be, most people are warier around her than you. They either recognize her as one of Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters, or see the red decorating her face and clothes and that sets off the warning bells. 

You must either not care or remain oblivious. 

You can smell the blood, but you don’t care. Perhaps she simply hurt herself while getting up here. How are you to know for certain? Asking doesn’t guarantee you the truth. 

…Perhaps it isn’t her blood.  If this stranger tries to harm you, you’re more than capable of defending yourself, you think. For now, you’ll remain cordial. 

“Thank you.” 

“No worries.” 

It would be so easy to send you plummeting, but Daniela doesn’t want to. Please stay for a bit and talk to her. 

In the following days, you begin meeting up with Daniela by the same tree. She only learns of your abilities when she tries to show you a poem and you read it by running your fingers over the words, feeling the faint impressions of the ink on the page.

She’s like “???” until you explain. 

Oh! No wonder why you avoided her murder attempt! You must have already known what was coming because you heard it. Or smelled it? Felt the disturbance of air? 

Oh, god. Don’t let her think too hard about it. She’s going to get a headache while trying to wrap her mind around how this all works. It’s like when she thinks too hard about how her own existence works. 

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela is familiar with you. When doing business with the Duke on behalf of or with her mother, she has often seen you by the merchant’s side. 

She is… somewhat fond of you, she supposes. That’s what she’s intent on using to describe her feelings, anyway. 

Mother is busy attending a Lord’s meeting today, so Bela is going to once again be seeing the Duke (and perhaps you) by herself. 

Except the Duke does not show up. Only you. 

After going through with the transaction both of you showed up for, you linger for a while longer and continue to chat with Bela. 

When you do leave, she watches as you walk down the path. 

That’s when she notices it. A filthy creature with its beady eyes trained on you and a poor excuse for an ax in its hands.

Lycans don’t find their way past the gates all that often. Were it almost anyone else in danger, Bela would let them get mauled to death before slaying it. 

You, however, are one of few exceptions. 

With speed incongruent to its size, the Lycan begins to come at you.

Bela is quick enough to save you. 

But she doesn’t need to. 

You knew what was likely to happen long before it started to. As the monster raises its weapon and prepares to cleave through your head, you duck out of the way. 

Once you’re out of the radius of the swing, you quickly straighten and wheel around, driving the hunting knife you always carry into the Lycan’s neck. 

That single attack isn’t enough to take it down, of course, but it does catch it by surprise. 

The next thing you know, Bela has closed the distance between her, you, and the beast. 

More blood spills. 

The Lycan collapses onto the dirt. 

You offer your thanks to Bela for the help, your unseeing eyes darting around the place where her face must be. 

Bela stares at you. 

What was that? Sure, you probably heard those heavy footfalls heading towards you, but how did you so perfectly dodge that ax? And that forceful stab you delivered? Bela didn’t expect that from you at all. You’re so gentle!

You say goodbye once more and continue on your way without another word.

Now, hold on a second. Bela has questions! Many, many questions.

She is so very intrigued by the unique things you can do with your abilities, and impressed by the amount of control you have to exert with them.

Alcina Dimitrescu 

You’re prey.

You’re wandering near the castle grounds. Alcina can see you from one of the windows. Her daughters, outside enjoying the spring weather, have spotted you.

You’re dead. 

Shame, Alcina thinks with zero sincerity. She takes a sip of her wine and continues to look on. 

Daniela is going to reach you first. 

Your blood is going to spill.

Just before the youngest's knife can sneak around to your front and split open your throat, you grab her arm with both hands and yank, flipping her over your shoulder.

Alcina’s eyes widen slightly in mild surprise.

Just as the countess expects her to, Daniela dissolves into her swarm before she can hit the ground. 

Few can put up a decent fight against her daughters. Even fewer can do so when faced with all three of them. But there you are, still standing. You don’t even appear to have a weapon on you. 

You do eventually fall. Just like all the others. One can only avoid so many swings. 

Instead of draining you of your blood then and there, the girls begin to drag you to the front doors. They must be just as fascinated by you as Alcina is. 

She sits back and waits, knowing that she is about to meet you as well. 

“It’s pointless to struggle,” one voice says. It remains marginally more controlled than the other two. Smooth like satin. But you know danger lurks beneath. You’ve just been victim to it. 

“By all means though, keep trying!” The second voice can barely contain her desire to maim, to keep watching you fight for your life. 

The third simply giggles. So happy. So excited. There is nothing to be happy or excited about. Not in your opinion, anyway.

Knuckles strike wood twice. 

“You may enter.”

Still failing about, albeit weakly, you’re brought into the room. 

“We caught this one outside the gates, Mother.” 

“Oh, I saw,” Alcina tells her daughters. Her voice comes from ridiculously high above you. She must be very tall. “Such a nimble little mouse, aren’t you?” 

The first words that leave your lips take the form of an apology. Not the quivering, desperate kind that comes from somebody oh so afraid for their life, but one that seems sincere. That’s not to say that your voice is completely steady, though. 

“I did not know I was trespassing.” 

Right. So you saw the castle, saw the signs of occupancy, and assumed you weren’t trespassing? 

“I did not see.” You tilt your head up. Your eyes dart all over, but they fail to linger on anything for long. The movement seems almost aimless and uncontrolled. “I’m completely blind.” 

You don’t stop there. You ramble on and on and although Alcina usually silences ramblers, she lets you continue until you run out of words. 

Alcina finds your enhanced senses mildly interesting, but she's more intrigued by your fighting skills.

Unusual abilities just aren't too wild of a concept to her anymore. Alcina has giant claws that she can retract at will, her daughters are made of flies, the village's leader is a bird-woman... You seem fairly normal in comparison.

Your fighting skills, though? You're so graceful and practiced. She could spend all day watching you.

#x reader #gender neutral insert #resident evil x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #angie the doll #bela dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #donna beneviento #the duke

[evellsims]

As requested, here’s a lil tutorial on how to edit my piercing sets to your liking! I tried to make this as beginner-friendly as I could so that everyone can have fun with them :) (also beware, I'm not the best with words or explaining things, so go ahead and hmu if things are unclear lol)

Tutorial under cut!

You'll need Sims 4 Studio and Blender (don’t ask me what version, I have no idea which ones work or not for S4S lol. I'm using v.2.78)

Step 1 - Cloning the .package

(This step creates a copy that won’t conflict with the original .package)

First put a copy of the .package you want to edit into the S4S Mods folder (the path should be: Documents\Sims 4 Studio\Mods) Open S4S and select the "Create 3D Mesh" option then click CAS (actually I think the CAS Standalone option would work just fine as well lol, I barely know the difference between them tbh)

choose all swatches (or just the ones you want) of the piercings. Change content to Custom, to find the piercings easier. Click Next and name the .package whatever you want and save somewhere.

Then export the mesh

Step 2 - Modifying the mesh

The fun part! If you’re unfamiliar with blender, here’s a useful guide to help you with some controls and navigating around, but I will also mention some of the controls you might need.

s4studio_mesh_1 is the only thing in the menu on the right we care about, since that’s the mesh for the piercings. Hop into edit mode (by pressing tab button while having that mesh selected in the menu) and now do whatever you want to the piercings.

Tip: press numpad 5 for a more manageable view

Press A to select or unselect all

Press L while hovering over a piercing to select that entire one (Shift+L to unselect it)

Press S to scale selection

Press R to rotate selection

Removing piercings:

Select the unwanted piercings and press Delete or X and select “Vertices” option

Moving piercings:

Press G to move selection, then LMB to confirm or RMB to cancel

Adding Piercings:

Press Shift+D to duplicate selected piercing

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Important!

If you move or add piercings they need to stay within the original area. This is to ensure that they’ll work fine in game with different facial expressions and sliders.

Example: In the pic below, the copied piercing is still in the left upper lip area as the original piercing is, which will still work fine in game.

However, if I were to move it to the bottom lip or the right side of the mouth (or any other part of the face that isn’t the upper left lip, which is the original placement of the piercing I duplicated) it would not move or function correctly in game. 

If you want to add/move piercings to different areas of the face you’re going to have to fix the weights. (sorry but I will not explain how to do that lol. If you want to do that, look up an existing tutorial on how to transfer weights ;) )

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Don’t forget to save when you’re done editing the piercings! 

Step 3 - Finishing the .package

Import the finished mesh into S4S and then save. 

Since we only modified the mesh of my original .package we won’t have to do anything else in S4S. 

Now it’s finished! In game it’s going to be next to my sets and without a custom thumbnail.

Extra notes - This isn’t really necessary because of the (usually) already low amount of  polys for face piercings and since they’re small and not very visible from far away. But if you want to make proper LODs add the decimate modifier in blender and lower the ratio. I usually put it somewhere around 0.5.  So LOD1 should have around half of LOD0′s amount of polys, while LOD2 has half of LOD1′s amount and so on. But it would work just fine to either leave the original existing meshes in there or import the modified mesh we made for LOD0 into all of the LOD’s, as long as that one doesn’t have too many polys.

- This modified .package needs my original .package that we cloned to work in game. If you want it to function without needing to have mine installed as well, open it in S4S, go to “tools>modding>embed all externally referenced resources(CAS)”

I hope this tutorial was helpful! As I mentioned, feel free to hmu if anything is unclear and I’ll try to help out :)

#oh nooo i completely forgot to post this aaaaa 😭 #so sorry omg #s4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 cc tutorial #s4 cc tutorial #cc tutorial #custom content tutorial

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Snowed In

Character/Fandom: Scotty Moore - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes! by @austin-butlers-gf my love 💕

Prompt: As one of the Colonel's circus performers, you're used to sharing a motel room whilst traveling. But when you find yourself snowed in with the BMB's charming guitarist, Scotty Moore, you have to find some way to pass the time.

TW: Fem!Reader, mentions of sexual themes + alcohol

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: can we hear it in the back for mr. winnie pls?? this man would have broken my heart fr 🥴

[ request | masterlist | wanna be tagged? ]

🦋 mila

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“Scotty! Scotty, we gotta get going! If we don’t leave in the next,” you glance down at your wristwatch and sigh, “five minutes, we’re gonna be late for your gig. Hurry up!”

You turn away, prepared to rush back into the living room and gather your belongings, but the door suddenly clicks open behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you gulp hard when your eyes land on Scotty, naked from the waist up. He’s leaning against the door, his muscles pulled taut. You squeeze your lips together and quickly avert your eyes before he can detect your embarrassment.

“I don’t think we’re goin,” he says with a deep chuckle.

You glance back at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?”

“Uh…cause of this?”

He pushes the door open with his back and gestures toward the window behind him. Unable to see from your position in the hallway, you step forward, trying desperately to peer through the window. Your eyebrows shoot up as you come closer and closer to the vast whiteness outside. The ground is fully covered in snow; in fact, it looks like there’s at least three feet of it, stacking up all the way over the top of the sill on the outside of the building.

“Snow? Are you joking? It never snows like this in the south…what is this?”

“I ain’t never seen snow that much, but I’m pretty sure I know what we’re lookin at, sweetheart.”

You can feel your heart starting to beat faster in your chest and your palms are growing clammier by the second. You can’t deny the way your heart skipped a few beats when he called you by such a sweet name.

“Oh my god, no. No, no, no. I can’t be stuck in here all day with you. I can NOT.”

“Damn, girl, you done hurt my feelins talkin like that.”

“I should call the Colonel,” you say, ignoring him. “He probably knows more than us. He’ll know what to do.”

You ramble on as you reach for the phone in his room to dial the number for the Colonel’s motel room.

You’ve worked for the circus for as long as you can remember, just starting out as a young girl who needed cash. Moving away from the farm was the most difficult thing you ever had to do, but you had dreams of being a performer. Your lasso work was unmatched in your little town and the Colonel saw enough potential in you to bring you into the troupe.

Although your act gives you all the joy in the world, unfortunately you’re not popular or important enough to warrant your own room on the road. While you’re usually paired up with another one of the ladies in the group, this time around you found yourself awkwardly grouped with Mr. Winfield Scott Moore III, the lead guitarist of Elvis Presley and the Blue Moon Boys, a new act the Colonel picked up in Louisiana.

It wouldn’t do for two young people such as yourselves to share one bed. So, the Colonel was nice enough to get you a suite with two separate bedrooms, but last night was still uncomfortable. Not to mention the awkwardness that ensued as you both tried to navigate showering without showing each other any shred of flesh, something Scotty apparently no longer cares about.

“Colonel Parker? It’s Y/N and I was jus-...oh, okay…no, yes that makes sense. Thanks for letting me know,” you say before hanging up and turning to Scotty. “Canceled. The whole show, canceled.”

“Nice of Colonel fatsy pants to let us know so far in advance,” Scotty replies and you just shrug.

You don’t like the Colonel any more than the next person, but he is your boss at the end of the day. You kind of have to watch what you say about him behind his back.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you alone to…do whatever it is you do in your free time. We don’t have anywhere to be, so…I’ll be in my half of the room,” you say awkwardly, turning on your heel.

You’d never admit it to anyone, especially not him, but you almost sort of have a tiny crush on Scotty. You’ve watched over the past few months as girls of all ages and appearances have flocked to Elvis Presley like chickens to feed. But you never did understand all that. Your eyes always find their way to Scotty. His elegantly handsome features draw you in and you never tire of the way he plays. He’s an extremely talented guitarist. You don’t know anyone who’s capable of playing the strings like that. The way his fingers move…

“You don’t gotta go runnin off like that, honey,” the sound of Scotty’s voice snaps you back to reality. “I mean we’re stuck in ‘ere together all day, anyways, so we can at least be friendly.”

You pause with your hand resting on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, you turn around and cross your arms over your chest. You press them back, trying to get ahold of your tingling nerves.

“I suppose…but what would we even do? It’s not like we’re trapped in a house with activities to do. We’re literally in the cheapest, blandest motel room there ever was. What do you suggest we do to pass the time?”

“I got cards?” he suggests with a shrug.

“Cards?” you raise an unimpressed eyebrow. “Ugh, I guess. But before we play could you…put a shirt on, please? You’re making me-”

“Hot?”

“No!” you shout, maybe a little too suspiciously fast. “No, you’re making me uncomfortable.”

He holds his hands up defensively before turning toward his closet to reach for a shirt. You take a seat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room, shifting your eyes away from his figure. You can only stare at the faded lampshade for a few minutes, however, before your curiosity gets the better of you. You sneak a glance back over at him and bite your lip. You trace down his back, the muscles flexing as he pulls a plain white t-shirt over his bare skin. You gulp and quickly look away just as he turns back around.

“So what game?” he asks. “Rummy, Canasta, Poker?

“Poker,” you reply without missing a beat. “You deal.”

As you and Scotty settle into playing, you find yourself relaxing with each witty exchange. His voice is strangely comforting, the southern drawl unimaginably charming. It colors each word with a smoothness that you don’t always find in a man’s voice. You also discover that he’s actually rather kind and pretty damn funny. His sense of humor is witty and quick. But despite all the nice conversation, you’re actually quite bored.

“I’m bored,” you voice your thoughts. “Can we find some way to make this more interesting?”

A few moments of silence follow as you both glance around the room, trying to find something that you could use to spice up the game.

“Ah!” Scotty suddenly yells, snapping his fingers.

You watch in confusion as he pops up and rummages through his luggage, pulling out a half empty bottle of gin. You laugh in spite of yourself and shake your head.

“Forgot I had this. How bout it?”

“Bring it on.”

Whenever one of you loses a hand, instead of cashing in for chips like you’d do at a casino, you have to take a shot. Several hours later, you find yourselves nicely tipsy and all out of gin. Considering the bottle was only half full to begin with, you’ve done pretty well. But that was still enough alcohol to make you both relaxed enough to open up and get comfortable with each other.

“Well damn, we’re out,” you say after Scotty takes his last swig. “What now? I think we passed a whole three hours.”

“Hmmm,” Scotty says, his eyebrows furrowed as he nods lazily.

You notice how glazed over his eyes are and smirk to yourself. You quickly do the mental math of how many drinks you each had and come up with Scotty having drunk a lot more than you. You had beaten him almost every round. His head snaps up with a cheesy grin pasted on his lips.

“We could play strip poker.”

“What? Are you insane?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “How dare you even suggest that. That is so typical of a man! You’re just jealous that I beat you.”

“Jealous?” He laughs loudly, clutching his stomach. “Nah, honey, I’m just sayin. Now we’re out of alcohol and since that’s the only way I’ve seen you relax round me, I don’t know what else to do.”

You feel the sting of his words, wincing momentarily as his eyes flash with concern. You haven’t meant to be rude to him, you haven’t meant to be cold or aloof or any of that. You just don’t know him well enough. You’ve had your fair share of terrible relationships and, with the way girls act around the band, you’ve always assumed you knew exactly the type of man he was: no good. You’re guilty as charged when it comes to having your defenses up around boys, but as you gaze into Scotty’s soft blue eyes, you realize how rude and judgemental you’ve been.

You also gulp down the truth of why you’re so adamantly against strip poker: you want to play. It’s wildly inappropriate and sleazy to play such a naughty game with a man you barely know. But the truth is that you want to. Desperately. You shouldn’t. You can’t…right?

“Fine. Let's play.”

You clamp your lips together, hoping to hide the heat creeping up through your skin. A goofy grin spreads across Scotty’s face and he nods in victory as he shuffles the cards.

Somehow, quite suspiciously if you might add, Scotty manages to win the first three rounds, leaving you with no socks and your fingers hesitatingly stuck underneath the hem of your top.

“You know, I’m starting to think you were holding out on me,” you say with a quirked eyebrow. “How come you keep winning all of a sudden?”

“What’re you talkin bout, sweetheart?”

“You only won like twice while we were playing before but now, suddenly, when the price is me undressing myself, you’re kicking my ass. Seems sort of suspicious, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all. I don’t know what ya mean,” he says, leaning forward and tilting his head.

You gulp as a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. You squint and take him in, his adam’s apple bobbing teasingly. You’re suddenly overcome with the need to touch his skin, to kiss him desperately, to bite his neck, to—

You shake yourself back to reality.

“Well, anyway I feel like it’s only fair that you remove something,” you say. “We’re totally uneven here.”

“That’s not how the game works, sweet thing.”

“I know that, obviously. But it should still be fair. My feet are cold and I can’t focus as well as you can with your warm toes.”

Scotty laughs, his beautiful white teeth glinting in the light. His eyes flick down to your body quickly and he bites his lip. You take a deep breath through the loud sound of your heart slamming in your ears. Scotty nods.

“If ya wanted me to take it off, you coulda just asked, darlin.”

Without hesitating, he starts to pull his shirt back off. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes hungrily devour the sight of his bare skin. Once done, he gestures toward you.

“Your turn,” he says and your eyes widen. You make a noise halfway between a scoff and a laugh.

“Are you kidding? No, we just discussed this. Now we’re even.”

He glances down at your feet and then quickly slides his own socks off.

“And now we’re not. And you're still losin so you should be wearin less than me anyways. I’m technically lettin ya win right now. So, it’s your turn.”

“But-”

He just shakes his head firmly. You shut your mouth, knowing he’s technically right. With a frustrated sigh, you pull your shirt over your head, your heart thumping. As soon as it lifts from your frame, you blink up to his eyes. His expression is teasing, a soft smile playing at his lips, his drunken eyes dragging up and down your figure. You clear your throat and turn back to the game.

“Shall we?”

“Sure thing, angel.”

You continue to play a couple more rounds, Scotty losing one and you losing the other. He removes his belt and you remove the clip in your hair, after a lot of protesting from Scotty. In order to keep the game fair, you’ve swapped clothes as prisoners. In other words, Scotty now has total possession of your clip, your socks, and your shirt. Sitting across from each other half naked, you both probably look quite the picture out of context. 

Where it comes from you have no idea, but a freezing breeze blows through, making your body shiver violently. You feel goosebumps immediately rising on your skin and shudder, your teeth chattering.

“You shiverin?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes, I’m shivering, dummy. We are snowed in, after all. God, it’s freezing. This is your fault. Just give me back my shirt.”

“Oh, this lil thing?” he holds up your t-shirt with a shrug. With furrowed eyebrows, he turns it toward the light and stares down at it. “Uh….”

He winces and shakes his head.

“What? What did you do to it?”

“Looks like we do got a lil bit of that gin left. Well, we did.”

He points toward a section of the shirt that’s soaking wet with alcohol. You snatch the top from his grasp and sniff it, immediately recoiling at the strong alcoholic tinge.

“Ugh! I’ll wear yours, then,” you say as another shudder racks through your body. You rummage beside you but can't find his shirt among your pile.

“Uh…” his voice interrupts you again.

Your head pops up to see him grinning sheepishly at you. He holds up his shirt to show you that the stain has leaked all the way through his, as well. You glare at him with squinted eyes.

“Forgot to hand it over, I guess. But hey, no problem, no problem. Just come ‘ere,”  he says, gesturing toward his body.

“What? Into your lap?” Your heart flutters but you silently scold it to be quiet. “Absolutely not. I don’t think so.”

“Hey, if you’d rather freeze to death, it’s nunna my business. I’m just offerin warmth, that’s all,” he replies, gesturing again to the open space between his legs.

You pout and scoff, shaking your head. No, of course you don’t want to freeze to death but…wait, what are you complaining about? He’s willingly inviting you into his lap. A handsome and talented man like Scotty wants you, very single you, to cozy up to his bare body?

“Okay,” your voice escapes before you even have time to think about it.

You crawl toward him and awkwardly settle into his lap. His legs stretch out on either side of your body. You tense as he wraps his arms around you to pull you further back. When his warm chest makes contact with your back, you resist the urge to sigh in relief. He’s warm and his touch is soft, gentle on your skin. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears and butterflies flitting around in your stomach. You release a shaky sigh as you notice the feeling of his hot breath on your shoulder.

“Now this is better, ain’t it?” he asks in a low voice and you nod without thinking.

“Much better.” 

You turn to look at his face but find yourself only inches away from his lips.

His eyes drop down to your mouth, hovering on it for just a moment before flicking back up to your eyes. His lips are parted and they look absolutely delicious. You gulp as you waver in the space between. Your head bobs forward just slightly and you widen your eyes to keep them from blinking closed. Scotty’s head tilts to the side and he starts to lean forward. You know you should stop him, or something in your brain tells you to. But your heart is leading the dance and nothing can bring your hands to push him away. Your eyes flutter closed when his breath ghosts over your lips. You anticipate the feeling of his touch. His lips are warm and soft as they capture yours.

Your hand moves onto his chest, touching his soft skin as you spread your fingertips out across him. His lips move perfectly against yours and when he pulls back, you lean forward, desperate for him to continue. After a moment of tense silence, he does, pressing against you harder this time. His hands drop down to your waist, one strung across your stomach. He pushes down onto your lips, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he starts to maneuver you down onto the carpeted floor beneath you. You allow him to guide you, spinning in his grasp to rest on your back. He collapses onto an elbow next to you. His hand rests flat on your stomach, warm and heavy.

His lips separate from yours with a loud pop and he lifts his head up just enough to meet your eyes when they flutter open. He smirks down at you and then glances at your body, biting his lip after doing so.

“So I guess strip poker wadn’t such a bad idea after all, huh?”

“Listen, Winfield— yes, I know that’s your real name. I saw it on the employment documents — don’t get too cocky.”

He raises an eyebrow and then glances back down at your body.

“Try my best not to. But with you lookin like that? Can’t guarantee nothin.”

He presses himself closer your thigh. Your eyes widen and you gasp when you feel him against your leg.

“Scotty!” you shout, playfully slapping his shoulder.

He laughs and leans down to kiss your lips again.

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[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 11, 2021 2:00 p.m. newcrest counseling center

grant arrives promptly as always for his biweekly therapy session with margot campalans but when he checks in with the receptionist, she lets him know margot will be a few minutes late. something about mistakenly locking herself out of her car while picking up coffee. he’s allowed into the room early to wait–margot’s instructions, apparently–and is left to his own devices. so he sits there in the lavender-scented room alone, pondering on all the thoughts swirling in his head and deciding which ones to bring up in today’s session.

when thinking begins to stress him out, he fishes out his phone and scrolls through his notifications idly. he makes it to the end and once again, the now ancient email from his master’s advisor waits for a reply or any hint of care in the world. he sees it and immediately, a cold sweat breaks out across his forehead.

without a second though, grant opens up a safari tab and navigates to his university’s website. it takes a few moments to load, then a few longer when he tries to log in, anxiously mistyping his password multiple times. nothing about the website is well-designed but he manages to find his enrollment status soon enough and he submits a request to drop out.

the very moment it goes through, grant sighs in deep, instant relief.

it was a mistake to apply, no matter how convinced of it he’d been a few months ago.

grad school isn’t him. no, it’s not. all he wants is–

“hello grant! i am so sorry. today’s lesson for everyone is to always check on your car keys!”

margot dashes into the room with a half-empty iced coffee, announced by the jingle of car keys, sharp high heel clicks on the hardwood floor, and a bit of breathlessness.

“been there done that. but don’t worry about it, it’s no problem! you’re not that late anyway. i hope you weren’t locked out for very long.”

“oh no, not very long!” she says and shakes her head, pausing to throw her purse behind her desk and then to take a seat across from him in her pink chair. “there was a very nice young man leaving the coffee shop who saw that i looked, well, panicked. he said he worked at the photography studio next door and was on break, so he offered to help me. as it turns out, some types of car locks can be undone with a shoe lace. my question is how do you learn that skill.”

grant’s jaw drops. “wait, wait, a guy who can unlock a car with a shoe lace and works at a photography studio? there is a 99.99% chance i know him. no, actually, i definitely know him because that’s a very specific set of traits.”

“he said his name was henry.”

“knew it.” grant suddenly laughs. “yeah, no, so he’s my childhood best friend. we grew up together and we’re basically family. small world, eh? anyway, i know how he knows about that trick because i also know. it’s a long story, though.”

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[princessmia-tarot]

Dear Mia,

Hello! How Are you? I'm M and I respectfully ask for a Free reading if you have free time.

It's about of my situation right now. I don't know how to tell others and even my parents because they would not even understood me. I wanted to take a board exam but there's a delay because of my First University didn't give me all my credentials and I don't get the chance to take one and I'm waiting for now for next year. I am angry frustrated and hopeless because of this and my parents expected me to take 😭😭. I don't want to break their hearts so I tell White lies to ease the situation. I don't know what I'm gonna do in my situation.🥲.

Thank you very much for reading my request.

Sincerely yours,

M

Hello M,

Before I begin if you or anyone who sees this reading could respond to this poll, it would be much appreciated (open 3rd-10th Oct) <3.

I understand that you're going through a challenging situation regarding the delay in taking a board exam and the pressure from your parents' expectations. Let's gain some insight and guidance from the symbolism of the Seven of Swords to address your concerns:

The Seven of Swords often represents challenges, secrets, and the need for careful planning. In your situation, it suggests the following:

Acknowledging Feelings: It's entirely natural to feel angry, frustrated, and hopeless when facing unexpected obstacles. Acknowledging these emotions is an important first step toward managing them.

Honesty with Yourself: The Seven of Swords encourages honesty with yourself. It's essential to be true to your own desires and goals rather than trying to meet external expectations, even those of your parents.

Communication: While it may be difficult, consider having an open and honest conversation with your parents about your current situation. They may not fully understand your feelings unless you share them. Expressing your concerns can help alleviate the pressure you feel.

Planning and Patience: The Seven of Swords also represents the need for careful planning. Use this time to make a detailed plan for your future goals and the steps you need to take to achieve them. Patience will be key as you navigate this delay.

Seek Support: If you find it challenging to communicate with your parents, consider seeking support from friends, mentors, or a counselor. They can provide guidance and a listening ear during difficult times.

Self-Compassion: Be kind to yourself. It's okay to face setbacks and delays. Your journey may not follow a linear path, and that's perfectly normal. Embrace self-compassion and self-care as you move forward.

Resilience: The Seven of Swords also signifies resilience. Despite the current delay, you have the strength and determination to overcome obstacles and achieve your goals when the time is right.

Remember that your life path may have its twists and turns, and delays can sometimes lead to unexpected opportunities and growth. While the situation may be challenging, it's not insurmountable. Keep your long-term goals in sight, stay true to yourself, and trust that you can navigate through this phase. You're not alone, and there is support available to you.

If you ever feel overwhelmed, consider reaching out to a mental health professional who can provide guidance and support during this challenging time. Take one step at a time, and you will find your way forward. 🌟🤗

xx

Mia💗

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[cashappreviewus]

Does have a cash app limit, how much money I can send or receive?

Unlocking the full potential of your digital wallet is a must-have in today's fast-paced world. And when it comes to seamless money transfers and convenient payments, Cash App has become a go-to choice for millions of users. But just like any other financial platform, Cash App does come with certain limits that can sometimes leave you wondering about the restrictions. So, if you're curious about the cash app limit and how much money you can send or receive, you've come to the right place! In this blog post, we will delve into all things related to Cash App limits and show you how to navigate them effectively. Get ready to discover how you can maximize your sending power while keeping within the boundaries set by Cash App!

How do I increase my send limit on Cash App?

If you find yourself hitting the send limit on Cash App and need to increase it, don't worry - there are steps you can take to unlock higher sending power. One way to do this is by verifying your account. By providing some additional information and going through the verification process, you can boost your sending limit.

To begin the verification process, open your Cash App and tap on the profile icon at the top left corner of your screen. From there, scroll down until you see "Personal." Tap on it and then choose "Verify Identity." You'll be prompted to enter details like your full name, date of birth, and social security number.

Once you've submitted this information, Cash App will review it and determine if they can verify your identity instantly or if further action is required. In most cases, verification happens quickly. But in some instances, additional documentation may be requested for manual review.

It's important to note that once verified, your send limit will automatically increase. However, keep in mind that even with a higher limit in place after verification; there may still be certain restrictions based on factors like transaction history or other security measures put in place by Cash App.

So if you're looking for an enhanced sending capacity on Cash App, go ahead and verify your account today! It's a simple process that opens up a world of possibilities for seamless money transfers right at your fingertips.

How do I turn off limits on Cash App?

If you're wondering how to turn off limits on Cash App, you'll be pleased to know that it's actually quite simple. By default, the app imposes certain limits on transactions for security reasons. However, if you verify your account and provide additional information, you can increase or even remove these restrictions.

To begin the process of turning off limits on Cash App, open the app on your mobile device and tap on the profile icon at the top left corner of the screen. From there, scroll down and select "Personal" or "Business," depending on your account type.

Next, navigate to "Cash Support" and choose "Something Else." Clicking this option will allow you to access a variety of topics related to your account settings. Look for an article titled "Increase Limits," which will guide you through the steps necessary to raise your transaction limit.

Keep in mind that increasing or removing limits may require providing additional personal information such as full name, date of birth, social security number (for US residents), and proof of address. Once verified by Cash App's support team, they will review your request and determine whether or not to grant higher transaction limits.

Remember that maintaining high levels of user safety is a priority for Cash App; therefore, some limitations may still apply depending on various factors like location or spending patterns.

Can you change your sending limit on Cash App?

Can you change your sending limit on Cash App? That's a question many users may have when they want to send larger amounts of money through the app. The good news is that yes, it is possible to increase your cash app sending limit.

To change your sending limit, you will need to verify your account. This involves providing some personal information and verifying your identity. Once this process is complete, Cash App will review your account and determine if they can increase your sending limit.

It's important to note that increasing your cash app sending limit is not guaranteed. The decision ultimately rests with the company and their risk assessment policies. However, if you have a verified account and a good track record of using the app responsibly, there's a good chance that you may be able to get an increased sending limit.

Having a higher sending limit can be beneficial for various reasons. It allows you to send larger sums of money without having to worry about hitting any restrictions or limitations imposed by the app.

While changing your sending limit on Cash App is possible by verifying your account, it's important to remember that approval is not guaranteed. It ultimately depends on factors such as risk assessment and responsible usage of the app.

Does Cash App have a daily sending limit?

One of the most common questions that users have about Cash App is whether or not there is a daily sending limit. The answer to this question is yes, Cash App does have a daily sending limit in place. However, it's important to note that the specific limit may vary depending on different factors such as your account status and transaction history.

Cash App sets limits for security reasons and to prevent fraud. These limits help ensure that your funds are protected and minimize the risk of unauthorized transactions. By having a daily sending limit, Cash App can monitor and detect any suspicious activity more effectively.

If you're wondering what your specific cash app daily sending limit is, you can check this information within the app itself. Just go to your profile settings and navigate to the "Limits" section. Here, you'll be able to see your current limits for both sending and receiving money.

It's also worth mentioning that you can increase your send limit on Cash App by verifying your account further. This typically involves providing additional personal information or linking a bank account or debit card. Verifying your account not only increases your send limit but also unlocks other features like being able to add cash directly from linked accounts.

Remember that these limits are subject to change at any time based on various factors determined by Cash App's policies and guidelines.

While there is indeed a daily sending limit on Cash App, it's always best practice to check with the app directly for accurate and up-to-date information regarding individual user limits

What time does Cash App limit reset?

Cash App does have certain limits in place for sending and receiving money. These limits can vary depending on various factors such as account verification status and usage history. However, there are ways to increase your send limit on Cash App.

To increase your send limit on Cash App, you can go through the identity verification process by providing your full name, date of birth, and the last four digits of your social security number. Once verified, you may be able to enjoy higher transaction limits.

If you're wondering how to turn off limits on Cash App altogether, unfortunately, it is not possible. The app has set these limits in order to prevent fraudulent activities and ensure the safety of its users' funds.

While you cannot change your sending limit manually on Cash App after verification, it's worth noting that these limits are subject to change based on different factors like account activity and usage patterns.

Cash App also implements a daily sending limit which restricts the amount of money you can send within a 24-hour period. This helps protect both the sender and receiver from potential scams or unauthorized transactions.

As for what time does the Cash App limit reset? The exact timing may vary but generally speaking, most limitations reset at midnight Eastern Standard Time (EST). It's important to keep this time frame in mind if you need to make larger transactions or reach out for customer support regarding any limitations imposed on your account.

While there are some limitations outlined by Cash App when it comes to sending or receiving money through their platform - these measures are put in place with user safety and security in mind. By following their guidelines and verifying your identity when prompted, you can potentially unlock higher transaction limits over time.

[cassyfortune]

Twitter is Getting Rid of the Direct DM Button

As someone who has learned a lot about user design and experience in my major, this is actually detrimental, especially to twitter artists. But why?

Now first, as this is tumblr, what is the direct DM button? Previously on twitter, if you were to visit someone's profile there would be a button with an envelope on it next to the follow button. Clicking this would immediately open a direct message chat with the person. Here's what the button looks like on desktop, where it has not been taken off yet.

However, currently on the twitter mobile app, all you'll see is this

Now twitter hasn't removed the ability to message people, you can still start a chat with any user (who has open dms) by going to the messages page, starting a new chat, and looking up the user you want to chat with. So why is the removal of this one button so detrimental?

This is Too Many Steps

A well known rule amongst website and UX designers is that users typically don't want to have to click more than 2 or 3 times to get to what they need.

Previously, if a user found an artist they wanted to commission on their timeline, they would tap the artist's pfp to navigate to their profile, check their bio to see if commissions were open, and directly open a dm to request the commission. A total of 2 clicks.

Now, if a user wishes to commission an artist they find on their timeline the user will have to:

Tap artist's profile to navigate to their profile

Check bio to see if commissions are open

Take note of artist's username

Exit the artist's profile

Navigate to to messages screen

Click start new chat

Search artist's name

Then a dm is opened to begin requesting a commission

This is 4 clicks (including backing out of the artist's profile), and requires the user to remember a username and search it up again later. This is far too many steps for the average user to complete unless they are really determined.

This change could cause a large drop in the amount of commissions an artist receives from twitter, which for some artists is they only way they receive commissions.

But Not to Worry

Many artists are using google forms which are linked directly in their twitter bio, pinned tweet, or caard. A google form means users will be able to directly request a commission from your profile or caard, thus reducing the amount of clicks needed for a user to commission an artist. It also has the added bonus of making sure users understand your pricing or terms and conditions before commissioning.

Many users are already creating google forms, and you can find some great resources to make yours, like the one included in this twitter thread:

#twitter #twitter artist #resources for artists #yes twitter sucks now #But it is still really good for businesses #vtuber #CassyVT

[wintgm]

My eyes only password recovery

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For this, you require to take assistance of a dedicated file explorer/manager app on Android device. First of all, you have to get access your Android file system.Just you have to follow few instructions to do this this trick will be applicable on Android device: Whenever, you are trying to delete your photo, videos and other stuffs from memories then it may get chance available into your phone’s cache.

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Also Read: How to Recover Deleted Snapchat Memories on Android & iOS? 10 Ways!! The cache is temporary data that keeping to store by application to make its work quickly and offer a great user experience. How to Restore Deleted Snapchat My Eyes Only Pictures on Android Via ‘The Device Cache’ĭevice’s cache can also perform as a storage box for you to restore deleted Snapchat My Eyes Only photos.

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Once completed this process, you are ready to get access to your deleted memories in a zip file format.

Finally, you have to need choose “ zip” file to get download data to your phone.

Next, tap on that is sent by Snapchat team and it will redirect to ‘ My Data Page’.

It may take some time according to your number of videos, photos, and messages.

After getting to submit recovery request, your archived data will be ready you will get an email in you inbox to download it.

Further, press the button that showing at bottom of your screen.

On resulting page, you have to select the option.

Then, tap on option, and you need logged in with introducing by your Snapchat ID.

On ‘ Settings Page’ perform scroll down a little bit until you see option under the ‘ Privacy‘ section.

Next, click on ‘ Settings‘ option that locating at top-right hand.

Tap on your showing up at upper-left corner.

Firstly, launch your Snapchat app on your phone.

Once deleted Snapchat My Eyes only photos may still be available into ‘ My Data Archive’ then with following few simplest steps, you can easily recover your deleted My Eyes Only pictures: Also Read: How to Make Private Story on Snapchat Android & iOS? Complete Guide!!

Can Snapchat vedio get saved to my eyes only? Let’s Start!! How to Recover Deleted Snapchat My Eyes Only Pictures on iPhone Via ‘Directly App’.

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In this section, we will provide detail information about how can you recover my eyes only pictures on Snapchat from iPhone or Android device by using few simplest methods below shown all headlines, you can navigate them as your choice: How to Recover My Eyes Only Pictures on Snapchat

Unfortunately, if you forgot the password that was set for ‘My Eyes Only’ then Team Snapchat won’t be able assistance to get access or retrieve Snaps in ‘My Eyes Only’.

Then swipe left to ‘My Eyes Only’ tab and put your password.

Perform swipe up from the camera screen to open Memories.

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How to find ‘My Eyes Only’? Also Read: How to Leave a Private Story on Snapchat for Android/iPhone? Full Guide!! This amazing feature not only keeps save your precious photos but it also hides them from getting viewed by other people while seeing into your Snapchat Memories portion. Keep remembering that ‘My Eyes Only’ password is different from the password which used for logging for Snapchat. These Snaps can be swapped from Memories to ‘My Eyes Only’ and then a guy can only get access these photos after inserting a password. ‘ My Eyes Only’ is for especially Snaps that let you to keep additional private.

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Could not find a compatible repository gitkraken

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Git in the terminal, and Git waiting for you when you switch to the GUI. The integration of Git in your native file manager makes working with Git almost transparent everything you need to do just happens no matter what stage of the process you are in. You can't clone a repository or change remote paths in Dolphin, but will have to drop to a terminal, which is just an F4 away.įrankly, this feature of KDE is so kool that this article could just end here. You can initiate a checkout, push or pull when clicking inside a Dolphin window, and you can even do a git add or git remove on your files. Your right-click menu now has contextual Git options when invoked inside a Git repository. Notice that all icons now have emblems: green boxes for committed files, solid green boxes for modified files, no icon for untracked files, and so on. When you re-launch Dolphin, navigate to a Git repository and have a look around. Save your changes and close your Dolphin window. In the Services panel, scroll through the list of available plugins until you find Git. In the Configure Dolphin window, click on the Services icon in the left column. To activate Git integration, go to the Settings menu in any Dolphin window and select Configure Dolphin. Some distros come with a filled-to-the-brim KDE, while others give you just the basics, so if you don't see the Git options in the next few steps, search your repository for something like dolphin-extras or dolphin-plugins. Yes, you can manage your Git repositories natively from the comfort of your own desktop.īut first, you'll need to make sure the add-ons are installed. Particularly useful are all the plugins people develop for it, one of which is a nearly-complete Git interface. Dolphin is an excellent file manager with lots of options and plenty of secret little features. I am a KDE user, if not always within the Plasma desktop, then as my application layer in Fluxbox. However, it is always nice to have options, so these are some of the ways you can start using Git outside of the terminal. It is always best, in my opinion, to understand how Git works natively. I learned Git before many of these fancy interfaces existed, and my workflow is frequently text-based anyway, so most of the inbuilt conveniences of Git suit me pretty well. In this article, we'll take a look at some convenience add-ons to help you integrate Git comfortably into your everyday workflow.

Part 7: How to manage binary blobs with Git.

Part 6: How to build your own Git server.

Part 4: How to restore older file versions in Git.

Part 3: Creating your first Git repository.

I know there's the sidebar list, but I wanted to know what people are really using. I found the debian for the last version so I went back to that, but I'm curious as to what other people are using. And for them to consider adding this as a feature when they removed it for no apparent reason is pretty funny. Why would they remove this "feature?" It just feels pointless and backwards. I will, however, write this up as a feature request for review by my product team. You are correct, with v7.0 it is no longer possible to open multiple instances of GitKraken. I sent a support request thinking that it was a bug and I got this reply: I'm sure I'm not the only one doing this. I work on multiple projects at the same time-ish and use a workspace & an instance of GitKraken for each one. Last week I updated to 7.0.0, and suddenly I wasn't able to launch more than 1 instance anymore.

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As a student I get the Pro version for free. I've been using GitKraken for a couple years now.

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[load-cash-app-card-for-free]

Where can I load cash on my Cash App card?

If you want to load your Cash App card with cash, you can do so by visiting a participating retailer. You can also download the Cash App and see a map of where you can deposit money. You can even use your navigation app to find the location. When you arrive at the retailer, show the cashier the instructions and tell them you want to load your Cash App card with money.

You can also add physical cash to your Cash App card. Just be sure to use a supported retail location. If you've reached your rolling limit, you may not be able to add any more money to your card. However, there are several other ways to add money to your Cash App card.

Where can I load cash on my Cash App card?

If you use a Cash App, you can load money on your card at participating retail locations. So, what stores can I load my Cash App card? Stores that accept Cash App cards include CVS, Walmart, and 7-Eleven. Cash App users can also deposit funds through a bank transfer. This transfer transfers money directly from your bank account to your Cash App wallet.

In most cases, loading cash on Cash App is as simple as using your debit card, credit card, or PayPal account. However, you cannot load cash from ATMs, business debit cards, or most government prepaid cards. Loading your cash on Cash App cards is simple, but it does require an internet connection. 

Go to the Cash App website or download the App to load cash on Cash App. 

Next, click the "add cash" option and enter the amount. 

The next screen will show several options for loading cash on your card. 

These include credit cards, bank transfers, and in-store methods.

How do I add money to my Cash App?

The process is straightforward if you're wondering how to add money to your Cash App card. You can add money to your Cash App card through your linked bank account or credit card account. However, some credit cards do not allow transfers to Cash App. Once you've done this, open the Cash App and look at your balance. Find the icon of a house or a bank building in the lower left corner. Type in the amount that you want to add.

The first step is to link your bank account. 

Then, tap the "My Cash" tab on the home screen. 

Select your bank account and fill out the information requested. 

After that, you're ready to add money or cash to your Cash App card.

What ATM can I deposit money on my Cash App card?

Depositing money at an ATM can be a hassle. Some banks and credit unions won't let you deposit cash at ATMs. However, a few central banks allow you to deposit cash at other ATMs. Makemake sure the ATM belongs to your bank or is partnered with it.

The minimum Cash App card balance is $1. It is also free to deposit money on the card and transfer it to a lin0ked bank account. To deposit money to your Cash App card, use the App and follow the prompts. The money should arrive in your bank account within a day.

You can also withdraw from ATMs that are not affiliated with your bank. In most cases, you can withdraw up to $7 per transaction using the Cash App. However, you must be aware of ATM fees. You can avoid them by using cashback from the Cash App. The cashback will not incur additional fees and will count toward your withdrawal limit.

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How To Uninstall Minecraft On Mac

How to delete the Minecraft account. How to manually uninstall Minecraft from Mac. How to uninstall Minecraft with App Cleaner & Uninstaller. Important notes and the methodology used to uninstall Minecraft from Mac:

- Uninstalling Minecraft on a computer does not delete the Minecraft account. - To uninstall Minecraft from Mac completely, you need to remove the application and all of its service files as well. - Before writing this article, we checked the Minecraft help center for the guide on how to uninstall it on macOS. In fact, after uninstalling Minecraft from Mac using the official guide, we discovered its remaining files on a Mac. - We used App Cleaner & Uninstaller from Nektony to check Mac for Minecraft's remaining files. - In this article, we will provide a complete guide on how to manually or with the help of App Cleaner & uninstaller completely remove Minecraft from Mac.

How to delete the Minecraft account

If you need just to reinstall Minecraft to solve some errors, then move to the next part of the article. You shouldn't delete your account. If you want to completely remove Minecraft and you are not going to play the game anymore, then you can delete your account. This will disassociate your data from the game developer. However, note, that you will not be able to purchase games from the Mojang services using this account anymore. Also, you can't register a new account again using the same email address you used for the previous account.

Here are the steps on how to delete a Minecraft account:

1. Log in to your Minecraft account setting page. 2. Go to the Settings. 3. Scroll down and find the Delete your account section. 4. Click on Learn how and then click on Request account deletion. 5. You will get an email with a link to delete your account. Click on it. 6. Answer the security questions and enter your password to confirm deletion. 7. Click on Deactivate my account.

How to manually uninstall Minecraft from Mac

To delete Minecraft completely you first need to remove the game's executable file, then find and remove its service files.

Follow the steps below to manually uninstall Minecraft:

1. Go to the Applications folder and remove Minecraft.

2. Navigate the ~/Library folder. You can go there using the Finder's menu options or using the Command+Shift+G shortcut. It will open the "Go to the Folder" search field.

3. Find and remove all files and folders associated with Minecraft. You will find their caches, preferences, logins, and other support items. Check the next subfolders for the Minecraft leftovers:

~/Library/Application Support/minecraft ~/Library/Caches/com.mojang.minecraft ~/Library/Saved Application State/com.mojang.minecraft

4. Once you remove all of Minecraft's support files, empty the Trash.

Note: The removal method described above is a complete uninstalling procedure for any application on Mac. You might agree that it's quite inconvenient when you need to uninstall apps often. That's why we are going to share a quicker way to complete the uninstall process - with the help of a special tool called App Cleaner & Uninstaller.

How to uninstall Minecraft with App Cleaner & Uninstaller

App Cleaner & Uninstaller allows you to remove Minecraft or any other software completely in the fastest and easiest way. All you need to do is open the app and it will scan the Application folder, then select the app you want to uninstall and click Remove.

Steps on how to completely uninstall Minecraft on Mac:

1. Stuff Launch App Cleaner & Uninstaller. 2. Select Minecraft. 3. Click on Remove and confirm the uninstallation.

App Cleaner & Uninstaller allows you to remove all service files with the executable items. As you can see, you can uninstall apps completely in just a few clicks.

Frequently asked questions about Minecraft

Minecraft provides a free trial. The trial period depends on the device you use. After the trial period ends you will have to pay $20 to $30 for the base game.

Download Minecraft from the official website. Once you have installed Minecraft, create an account to purchase and play games.

The latest version of Minecraft does not require Java installed on your computer. You can play Minecraft without Java.

Minecraft can run on computers with 2GB or less of RAM. However, for better performance, it requires at least 4GB of RAM.

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[princessmia-tarot]

Hi <33 I would love to request a reading about how my next year in uni will be like? Thank you -CH🍥

Hello CH🍥,

Certainly, I can provide you with insights into how your next year in university might unfold using the Knight of Swords reversed:

Your Next Year in University (Knight of Swords Reversed):

The Knight of Swords reversed suggests a more cautious and deliberate approach to your academic pursuits in the coming year. Here's what you might expect:

Slower Pace: You may find that your energy and enthusiasm for academic challenges are a bit subdued compared to a typical Knight of Swords energy. It's essential to pace yourself and avoid rushing through your coursework.

Thoughtful Planning: This card encourages you to engage in thoughtful planning and strategy. Take the time to consider your academic goals, course selection, and time management. Avoid overloading yourself with too many commitments.

Avoid Impulsivity: Be mindful of making hasty decisions, especially when it comes to your academic choices. Take the time to weigh the pros and cons before making important decisions regarding your studies.

Communication: The reversed Knight of Swords suggests the importance of clear and effective communication with professors, classmates, and advisors. If you have questions or concerns, don't hesitate to seek guidance.

Staying Informed: Stay updated on any changes in your academic program or university policies. Keeping informed will help you navigate any adjustments that may arise during the year.

Seeking Support: Don't hesitate to seek support from academic resources such as tutors, study groups, or counseling services if you encounter challenges. Asking for help when needed is a sign of strength.

Balancing Priorities: Maintain a healthy balance between your academic responsibilities and personal life. Make time for self-care, relaxation, and social interactions to avoid burnout.

Adapting to Challenges: If you encounter academic obstacles or setbacks, remember that challenges are opportunities for growth. Approach difficulties with a problem-solving mindset and a willingness to learn from them.

Focused Study: Concentrate on deepening your understanding of your chosen field of study. This is a year for building a strong foundation of knowledge that will serve you well in the future.

Flexibility: While a deliberate approach is encouraged, also remain open to adjusting your plans and goals as needed. Sometimes unexpected opportunities or changes can lead to new and exciting academic experiences.

In summary, your next year in university may involve a more measured and thoughtful approach to your studies. Take the time to plan and make informed decisions while also remaining adaptable to the challenges and opportunities that may arise. With patience and focus, you can have a successful and fulfilling academic year. Best of luck in your studies! 📚🌟🎓

xx

Mia💗

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[arduouslove]

Loving You isn’t Hard to Learn 01

genres: hybrid, romance, poly, found family, slow burn(ish) series rating: mature (mentions of/references to death and abuse. eventual smut) chapter warnings: mentions of death. relationship(s): ot7 x female reader

In the middle of what many would call nowhere, a sign glows bright yellow. Old, unmaintained, and on its last legs, the letter e flickers for a few seconds before going dark. H aven’s Door Motel, it now reads.

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Of all the things you’ve never done in your life, you really thought driving over an hour out of the city to find a motel you’ve never heard of (which you apparently own now) would stay as one. Your poor car has never needed to run this long -- you aren’t sure if it’ll survive before you make it. The rapidly darkening sky outside makes you nervously tap your fingers on the steering wheel.

“Stupid townships...” you mutter to no one as you peer out the passenger seat window. Navigating has never really been your strong suit, and even your phone’s GPS has no idea where Heaven’s Door Motel is supposed to be. You resist the urge to call Lee Minhyuk again, but his hours are probably far closed now, and it’s not like his job as Mr. Jung’s lawyer is to help you find the place. Your mind trails back to the conversation you had with him just the night before.

“Most of his assets have been liquidated, including his place of residence as well as a majority of his personal belongings, while the rest has been donated,” Minhyuk tried to explain, but you were hardly listening. “I will send you my email, and through that I will need you to send me your main bank’s direct deposit request form. You may also stop by my office with it, as there is much we have to discuss that I’m sure you don’t want to go through at this hour.”

You snapped out of it when he paused, clearly expecting you to say something. “Um... yeah.”

“As for property, the only thing Mr. Jung did not sell is a roadside motel outside the city. Although electricity and water bills were still being paid there up until his passing, there are currently no people employed there. It is still registered as a place of business, however. We assumed he used it himself for whatever reasons.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you wondered what Mr. Jung could have possibly used a motel for if not, well, a motel. Maybe he ran the whole place by himself? But he told you he was happily retired...

Minhyuk rattled on while you thought about it, and you only focused back on what he was saying when he went, “That should be all for now. I’ll explain the rest when we meet. Goodnight--”

“Wait!” you yelped, not exactly sure what you even wanted him to wait for. “Why...” He waited patiently for you to continue. “...Why me?”

Minhyuk clicked his tongue. “Ah, yes, how could I forget. Mr. Jung left a letter he requested I give to you.”

“A letter?”

“I am unaware of what it says, as he asked me to save it for your eyes only. I will give it to you tomorrow.”

That letter lies open on your passenger seat now. On it is the address to Heaven’s Door Motel and instructions for which keys go where, but -- aside from Mr. Jung’s blasé attitude over his own death and the fact that it barely explains why he gave everything he owned to you of all people -- what concerned you most about the letter was the post-script.

To my favourite volunteer,

I’m sure you have questions -- lots. The simplest answer is that it’s you, but I’m sure you won’t understand what I mean. At least for a while, hehe.

Anyhoo~ I’ve left you Heaven’s Door because I want you to keep it running as best you can. It’s my dying wish, (if you kids are still into that sort of thing!) There’s a master room you can stay in for yourself, if you’d like. You’ll have to share with Hobi, though.

PS. Take care of Hobi for me ^-^ He’s a strong little pup, but he hates being alone.

Trust Mr. Jung of all people to use emoticons in a will.

You’d asked Minhyuk during the meeting if Mr. Jung had any pets, but he just frowned and said he had no files on dependents -- pets or otherwise.

That post-script is why you decided to drive out to the property now instead of a more convenient time like, oh, maybe when the sun is still up. Although it might not be the case, you worry there’s a puppy somewhere in the motel that probably hasn’t eaten since Mr. Jung passed. Maybe he expected you to get his letter faster -- it’s already been six days. Sure, you could be worried over nothing, but the nitpicky feeling in the back of your mind wouldn’t leave you alone until you grabbed your car keys, the huge ring of keys Minhyuk gave you, and some gloves for the long, cold drive.

And it’s almost like the night is playing games with you, because as sure as you are that you’ve driven down this road twice already, there it is.

None of the lights in the motel are on, nor the street sign that usually advertises vacancy. The only light comes from a dim streetlamp that you swear wasn’t there before, but you aren’t complaining. You found it.

Pulling into the parking lot, you turn the car off and rest your head against the steering wheel with a long, drawn-out sigh. As much as your heart sped up at the prospect of such a sudden swell of inheritance (you still don’t believe the amount Minhyuk told you), you really don’t know if you can handle this kind of responsibility. A motel... and a puppy? You barely manage to sleep six hours a night.

With the recent loss of your job, you have to admit the idea is tempting. Still, you don’t know anything about running a business, much less by yourself -- no matter how quaint.

And quaint it is. You lift your head from the steering wheel to look up at the motel. There are two floors, and about eight, ten rooms in total across them? Attached to one side seems to be a lobby on the second floor, which sits on top of a small convenience store. It looks like your typical motel pitstop, you know, if you’re in a teenage coming-of-age movie, or something. There’s even a small gas pump station, though you doubt anything runs to it.

Remembering your original reason for coming at all, you pull the keys out and exit your car with Mr. Jung’s letter in hand. Through the lobby first, he’d advised, up some stairs outside, between it and the rest of the rooms. You have to turn on your phone’s flashlight to make sure you won’t trip, and between having to read his letter and find which key is which, you think, screw it, and hold your phone in your mouth, the flashlight facing down. When you successfully get yourself into the lobby, you keep your ears open for any puppy-like noises, but you don’t hear anything. Feeling along the wall for some sort of light switch, you mumble to yourself around your phone. “This is stupid. This is--”

Your phone knocks against your teeth and flies out of your mouth when you let out a surprised grunt and fall to the ground under the sudden weight shoved into you. Skittering across the floor, your phone lies facedown, the flashlight pointing up and painting the room in a ghostly white glow. You wince at the pain in your head after it had bumped against the hardwood floor, eyes screwing shut. The body on top of you growls.

Uh... growls?

Squeezing one eye open, you take in the dark silhouette hovering over you. Two hands have both your arms pinned to the floor, so you know it’s not some little puppy.

“Who are you?” a gravelly voice interrogates. Your head is still swimming from the harsh impact, but you continue to look up at the silhouette in confusion.

Your tongue, though, has a bit more trouble. “Uh...”

The hands around your wrists tighten. “Who are you?! What are you doing here?”

You tell him your name, but you doubt it means anything to him, seeing as the low growling at the back of his throat doesn’t stop. “And I’m here because I’m pretty sure I own this place.”

At that, he pauses. After a few seconds, he leans down closer to you, tilting his head to the side. You try to crane your neck away from him, but you can only move so far before you’re stuck and he’s sniffing you like a--

Like a dog?

“...Hobi?”

Just as quickly as he appeared, he lets go of your hands and sits up, though his knees are still on either side of you. He’s practically sitting on your legs. You don’t move with your newfound freedom, anyway. “Where’s...” he starts, softer now and almost, maybe, scared. “Where is Mr. Jung?”

You let out a quiet sigh through your nose. Propping yourself up on your hands, you raise yourself to be in front of him and finally get a better look. The light of your phone isn’t much, but now you’ve finally noticed the fluffy hair on top of his head, and the pointy ears poking out of it. You still can’t really see his face. The sound of his voice, though, is enough to figure out he’s already guessed where Mr. Jung is. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer.

Instead, his arms crawl up to curl around himself, clutching tight to the clothes at his side. Breaths leave him quick and shaking; you can hear the way he holds the tears back. His head slowly lowers, eventually pressing against your shoulder. Now, with his face hidden in your thick jacket, he allows himself to let out a whimper.

You don’t know what makes you bring your hand up atop his head and pat gently between his ears, but you let it happen, especially when he seems to grow heavier when you do. The tension seeps from his body, and he falls into you.

With everything you’ve had thrown at you this last 36 hours -- getting fired, hearing about Mr. Jung through his lawyer, inheriting more money than you’ve ever seen, and finding out you have an entire business to run -- you haven’t even thought about giving yourself a second to just sit.

Just sit and grieve.

Your fingers thread deeper through Hobi’s hair, and you take in a deep breath. Something about the way he holds himself now, something about the warmth shared between you, something about the emptiness of the abandoned lobby wrapped around the sounds you both struggle to hide from each other -- makes you ask yourself if this is what it is to grieve together. To know you’ve lost someone with someone else. To not be alone with grief, for once. Sitting in loud silence.

Staring up at the ceiling, you blink a few times to force the tears out. Hobi lets out another shaking breath against your shoulder.

“I’m...” he says after a few more minutes. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have... I’m sorry...”

As he backs off of you, his words devolve into nonsensical mumbling. He keeps his head lowered, almost as if he’s talking to the floor. You frown. Although the bump on the back of your head does still ache a bit, you don’t really blame him.

“It’s alright,” you try to assure him. Reaching over and grabbing your phone, you slide it across the floor so it lies between you and him, casting light on both your faces. Not your best angle, but now isn’t the time to worry about such trivial things. You can’t see his eyes with the way he’s trained them to the floor, but you take note of the golden, pointed ears on top of his head. “I didn’t know Mr. Jung had a hybrid.”

He shakes his head. “He didn’t. I wasn’t...”

When he trails off, you raise an eyebrow, but it’s clear he isn’t going to continue. You say nothing, though, and after a few seconds of silence, he looks up at you with shining brown eyes.

“Please don’t report me,” he begs, hands curled into fists on top of his knees as he sits in a bow. “I’ll-- I’ll leave, I promise. You won’t have to see me ever again. I’ll be--”

“Whoa,” you say in a low tone. Bringing a hand up, you try to motion for him to stop, but he flinches. You frown and lower your hand. “Why would I report you?”

“Because--”

“Look at me.”

You quickly regret your words. While he does do as you ask, you feel a bitterness coat your tongue at realizing he did it because it was an order.

“Because I’m an unregistered hybrid.” His voice is determined now as he keeps eye contact with you. “I’m a stray on your property.”

Sighing, you drum your fingers on the cold floor. “Listen, I... I’m not going to report you, okay?” You feel a twinge of guilt when he looks surprised. Do you seem like the kind of person who would send someone they just cried on the floor with to the pound? You hope not. “Mr. Jung gave me this place because he wanted me to take care of it... and you.”

He lets out a confused noise at that, and you have to wonder why Mr. Jung didn’t tell him any of his plans. (Well, he didn’t tell you anything either, so you should take that with a grain of salt.)

“...You are Hobi, right?”

He nods. “Um. My name is Hoseok. Mr. Jung calls me Hobi.”

Your heart twitches when you hear him refer to Mr. Jung in the present tense. “Oh.”

Hoseok just nods again, and you feel yourself nodding along, uncomfortable now under his gaze. You look down at your hands, rubbing your wrists where he’d grabbed you. Though you don’t see it, his eyes flick towards the movement, and he grimaces.

“Then, Hoseok.” When you look up at him, his eyes are on yours. You clear your throat. “Are you hungry?”

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Peter B[oobs] Parker

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Pairing: peter x fem!reader

Warnings: all about boobs but not real smut, based on the 100% factual idea that Peter has a mommy kink

Request: Peter falling asleep sucking readers boobs- basically more mommy kink

Synopsis: Peter loves your boobs and has an undeniable mommy kink...

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Peter loves your boobs, why wouldn’t he? No matter what you were doing, he found an opportunity to stare or subtly touch them. He’s mesmerized by them and loves them.

Whether you have hard nipples or not, the shape they have is just perfect in his eyes. And the simple act of his hands sliding under your shirt and cupping them if you weren’t wearing a bra (although that didn’t really stop him) was wonderful. Your warm skin against his fingers as he kneaded them. Thumbs running over your nipples.

Now, the less pure, yet still wholesome part of Peter Parker loved having them in his mouth. You would wake up in the morning to him laying on you, his chin resting on your chest, waiting for you to give him the okay to touch them. Probably the mommy kink side of him that wanted to suck on them. Or just him. You weren’t complaining.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” Peter whined, taking your hand from your lap and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Yeah, let me finish up this brief,” you glanced at him then turned back to your computer.

“Mr. Stark really is thorough when it comes to missions,” he sighed and released your hand so you could continue typing.

The sooner you finish, the sooner you would hold him while you fall asleep together. The city lights shining in through your apartment’s bedroom window. Noisy, yet somehow comforting street noise a few stories down. Your extremely comfortable bed that many things happened in.

Peter shuffled to and checked the front door, making sure it was locked. He pulled shut and locked the window that was left open near your desk in hopes you would want to hurry up if everything else was ready for bedtime.

Your sleepy boy kissed the top of your head and you told him you’d be there in a moment. He got in the bed you shared in the room down the hall, determined to stay awake in darkness until you got there.

About fifteen minutes later, you tip-toed in the room and slowly shut the door behind you in case he was asleep. You saw the covers stir and then his sleepy features illumined by lights from buildings across the street.

“Hi,” you whispered, sliding into bed next to him.

“Hi mommy,” he murmured, wrapping his body around yours before you could even adjust in your spot.

“Right out the gate,” you chuckled and Peter looked up at you with confusion on his face.

“Huh?”

“Mommy?” You repeated and he was glad you couldn’t see the pink dusting his cheeks.

Yes, when you had sex, he called you mommy, and yes you loved it. He’s just so cute and something about taking care of him during it was so sexy. He’s called you it many times but usually when you were pretty deep into doing the deed, not the second you crawled into bed.

“Did I- I didn’t mean- sorry,” he stuttered, removing his body from yours and turning away from you.

Even after living together for several months and dating for two years, he got flustered by the littlest mentions of anything sexual. You honestly find it flattering he’s somewhat intimidated by you but you wish he would tell you more about what he wanted.

He felt the mattress move next to him and something hit the floor a few seconds later.

“Peter?” You slid your hand down his bare back and he slightly turned his head to look at you, “it’s okay to like calling me that, I hope you’re aware,”

He flipped over completely to see you laying on your side, with your upper body exposed and his breath hitched at the sight. Every time felt like the first time.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat as he scooted closer and hesitantly straddled your hips, resting his body on yours, “M- mommy,”

“What do you want?” You kissed him softly, already knowing the answer.

“To suck on your breasts- or boobs - please?” “Boobs, go ahead baby boy,” you confirmed, brushing some loose hair out of his face.

“Boobs…boobies,” he squeaked out before moving down your body so he was mouth level with them.

He kissed lazily down the valley and then the tops. Making his way down to your nipple when you gave him soft praises.

His lips wrapped around your bud and he gently sucked for a little while, your lips quirking up to a smile when you saw how content he looked. His long eyelashes resting on his upper cheeks where freckles were sprinkled.

You held his head, thumbs stroking the lobes of his ears leisurely as he moved onto your other boob. His tongue ran over your nipple for a few minutes before he started suckling at this one.

His mouth worked slower until you felt his movements stop. You caught a glimpse of your boy; head now resting on your chest with his lips not quite around your nipple but still holding on.

Small breaths hit your bare skin as he drifted off into sleep he’s been fighting for a good while. You ran your fingers through his curls and he let out a small, quiet moan from the feeling.

His heavy eyes fluttered open and you encouraged him to go back to sleep. He didn’t even bother taking his mouth off of your boob booby.

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You carefully made your way to your room, a tray in your hands with very important contents; food.

After you took so long to get to bed last night, you figured making Peter breakfast in bed would make up for it. He wasn’t even upset about it, he never got mad at you and if he did, it wouldn’t be for something that minuscule.

Nonetheless, you made Peter your number one priority and you were his. Healthy relationship dynamic.

A plate with pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. A glass of apple juice, not orange juice, he prefers sweeter drinks a.k.a he likes sugar. You pushed open the door with your elbow and felt your heart skip a beat at the view in front of you.

His fluffy bedhead resting on the white sheets. Sunlight bathing his toned, naked upper body. Arms wrapped around your pillow when his barely conscious self realized you were no longer with him. Pink lips slightly parted as quiet snores left his mouth.

What a beautiful, tranquil view.

“Peter,” you purred as you got closer to the sleeping god in your bed.

His eyes flickered for a second, adapting to the lighting consuming the room. He gave you a sluggish smile and stiffly sat up, sitting against the headboard. You put the tray in his lap, making sure he was steady before taking your hands from it.

“What’s - why did you,” he was interrupted by his own thoughts as he examined everything on the plate.

He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. You did an extraordinary amount of things for him, breakfast in bed being one of them.

“I was busy last night so this is my form of payment,”

“You already let me do something I would do for free,” he smirked yet still had red cheeks out of timidness.

“I know you would,”

You kissed his forehead and he held your waist, pulling you closer. You stopped yourself from disturbing the tray but he didn’t remove his hands.

“You don’t expect me to eat alone, do you?” He grinned and patted the spot you were in less than an hour ago this morning.

“It’s rude of me not to join you I suppose,” you cuddled up next to him, his warm skin heating yours.

“I love you so much,” he told you as he cut pancake before holding it up to your mouth with a fork.

You glanced down at the bite, then at your boyfriend.

“I love you but I’m not a baby,” you rolled your eyes when he waved it in front of you.

“Mommy’s need to eat, you know,” he said with a coy smile on his face.

“Let’s save that for after breakfast,” you ate from the fork, knowing he was just trying to return the care you give him.

“Fine…whoah, apple juice,”

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