#How To Keep Cat From Peeing On Bed

[bunnis-monsters]

Hybrid Shelter

Ch1

prologue

chapter 2

warning: milking the cow/bull hybrids, handjob, thigh fucking

summary: after becoming a full time worker at the hybrid shelter, you realize it’s not going to be as easy as you thought.

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Working at the Hybrid Shelter full time was as hard as you thought it would be.

The younger hybrids started fixating on you lately. When you had only been working part time shifts, you only saw them in passing.

Now, every day you walked in, ready to wake them up and get them all fed.

“Mama!”

A puppy hybrid greeted you with a yip, their puppy teeth gnawing in your pants leg as you prepared a few bottles. “Mama, play?”

You gently pulled the puppy hybrid off of your leg, keeping him balanced on your hip. “Not right now, pup. You all have to have your bottle first.”

A few kitten hybrids toddled and crawled around nearby, while an infant mouse hybrid wailed from his crib.

The nursery was a fairly new addition to the hybrid shelter. In the past, only adults had been allowed to stay, meaning occasionally some men with children would be denied shelter.

Now they were both accepted. A few of the babies here belonged to men in the shelter, while others had no parents.

As you fed the infant mouse hybrid, a puppy hybrid knocked on the door. “Is my brother awake?”

Alex was 19, and had been separated from his parents a few years back. His brother was 3 years old, and stayed in the nursery while Alex tried to find work and a stable home for the both of them.

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

The puppy hybrid that had been gnawing on your pants before, Ollie, toddled to his big brother and decided to chew on him instead. “Hey, I told you not to do that…”

Though the older pup scolded the little one, there was no bite behind his words. He picked Ollie up and licked his head, giving him a quick bath. “You will be good for her today, alright? I’m mopping the halls today, so I’ll be close by if you need me.”

You buried the infant in your arms before giving him a diaper change and tucking him back into bed. Privacy was something a luxury when you lived in a shelter, so you tried to give the two some space.

“Okay, bubba. I won’t pee on the floor!”

A nurse took over the nursery once the shelter opened, and you left to begin your other daily chores.

“(NAME)!”

You were nearly tackled by the cat hybrid you had tamed a few weeks ago. “Hey, Midnight. How’s everything going?”

He purred and butted his head against your cheek affectionately, immediately beginning to groom and preen you. “It’s always scary when you’re not here. I don’t like the doctors or the other hybrids.”

That seemed to be relatively common with the abused hybrids. They didn’t like the situation they’d been forced into, having no home left to return to and being abandoned by abusers they still loved.

“You should try getting along with the others, okay? You know next week we’re introducing you to the group, your quarantine is almost over.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, too busy rubbing his scent on you. “Don’t wanna… can’t I just come home with you?”

As much as you wished he could, all employees were forbidden from adopting any hybrids from the shelter. If they wanted to, they’d have to quit.

“You know I can’t… at least not right now.”

You didn’t want to give him hope, but you also knew that the possibility that he could come home with you eventually was the only thing keeping him going.

After he ate his breakfast and you spent some time cleaning his space and making sure he had enough enrichment for the day, you left to continue your chores.

Your first stop was the domesticated hybrid building.

The more common type of hybrid to be abandoned were the domestic ones. Puppies, cats, bunnies, birds, goldfish, and hamsters.

“Have you guys had breakfast?”

Several heads turned to look at you once the door opened. “(Name)’s here!”

The hybrids gathered around you, all sniffing and licking your body and hair. You had grown used to this, and simply waited until they were satisfied before speaking. “I’m assuming you have, considering you all smell like bacon and eggs.”

“Mhm, it was good! Alex said you would be here soon!” one of the puppy hybrids said, his tail wagging furiously.

A goldfish hybrid swam in the pool area, poking his head out of the water. “(Name), you said you’d swim with me this week.”

“I will, Goldy, but it’s gonna be after I finish up with the wild building.”

The cat hybrids rubbed against you as a bunny hybrid relaxed in your lap. “The wild building? I can’t believe you’re still meeting with them every day.”

A week ago, you were tasked with helping to domesticate the wild animals in the shelter. That was no easy task, considering it consisted of big cats, wolves, and other dangerous hybrids that saw humans as a source of food.

“It’s not all that bad, I have a few allies there that keep me safe.”

The bunny hybrid, Momo, huffed and nibbled on your finger. “Wild hybrids will always be wild at the end of the day. Don’t be fooled, they’re only being nice to you so they can get what they want.”

“What do they want..?”

None of the hybrids seemed like they wanted to answer that particular question.

“Well… you all will be getting a new roommate this week. He’s had a tough time, so I hope you’ll remember that when I introduce you to him.”

They all glanced at one another. “We’ve all had a hard time, (Name). As long as he doesn’t attack us, we won’t do anything.”

If only you could promise such a thing. With Midnight, you weren’t so sure.

As you did some minor cleaning up around the building, you were approached by a hamster hybrid.

“Quinn? Something wrong?”

He looked down at his feet, his hands twisting and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “… it’s just…”

The man sighed, puffing out his chubby cheeks. “Isn’t it strange? Lately, you’ve been the only one visiting us every day.”

You blinked, pausing your work. “The only one..?”

“Mhm. Before, multiple female workers would come to check on us. Of course none of them were as personable as you. They came in, asked how we were doing and cleaned up, then left.”

That was rather confusing. You always remembered the entire place brimming with female employees. Though lately, it was rare to spot more than a handful in each building.

“I’m sure we must be short staffed at the moment. Are you looking for any employees in particular?”

He shook his head, looking up at you. “No, we don’t even know the names of the others.”

Quinn left after that, and you pushed that information aside for now. You’d ask your boss about it later, your work came first.

Though as you comforted a small parrot hybrid after a nightmare, you wondered if they had been receiving the same care from the other employees. You knew that there was only so much one person could do, and that everyone’s role to play was different…

But did they even ca-

You shook your head, carefully wiping away the hybrid’s tears before settling him down for a nap. You shouldn’t think about the shelter that way. When you started working there, you saw firsthand how draining it was to work with so many different hybrids.

Perhaps they were all taking a break, and a new rotation of employees would be coming in to fill in for them…

Once the parrot hybrid was asleep, you tiptoed out. The poor thing was nearly your age, but he still needed to be soothed to sleep. His beautiful feathers had been plucked out of stress, leaving bald patches that were covered up by a fluffy sweater.

You had a lot of things to do every day. Your job was to comfort, feed, play with, and socialize the hybrids and get them to the point they could either be adopted, get a job, or be reintroduced to the wild.

It was strange, though. Despite the fact the shelter encouraged each member to strive towards some sort of goal, none of the hybrids there had managed to achieve anything.

They stayed there, stagnant and bored out of their minds.

Perhaps they just needed a little push. That’s what your boss told you he needed you for. Most of the hybrid seemed to enjoy your presence and wanted to impress you!

As you moved towards the farm building, you wrote some notes next to each hybrid’s name.

“(Name), how’s it going?”

You jumped when you were embraced from behind, your cheeks turning red. “C-Cecil, you shouldn’t be outside of your building!”

The white tiger hybrid chuckled, purring as his large, rough tongue licked your hair. He always ended up giving you such a huge cowlick!

“Mmm, I just returned from the infirmary, actually.”

You immediately softened. Cecil had a number of health problems, stemming from the bad breeding conditions that white tiger hybrids were born from.

Although he looked like a beautiful white tiger hybrid with striking grey eyes, his vision was impaired and he suffered chronic aches and joint pain.

Cecil couldn’t live with the other wild hybrids due to his immune system deficiencies, so he stayed with hybrids like him with similar health problems.

“What did they say..?”

A purr left his throat. He knew bringing up his worsening health always meant a little extra time with you. “They think that the organ transplant is working well, and that I’ll be able to eat solid food again soon.”

“That’s great news!”

His cheeks warmed when you patted his head and gave his ears a scratch. “Go rest, okay? I’ll come check on you when I visit the sickbay.”

Cecil watched you go, clutching his chest. He hoped he’d live long enough to someday make you his.

Your next stop was the farm. Outside a few sheep and pig hybrids trotted about, gracing or lying atound in the sun. When they noticed you, they gathered at the fence.

“(Name), right now might not be the best time to… uh… go in there.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

The group glanced at one another, and you joined them in the grass. A young lamb curled up in your lap, suckling on one of your fingers as he napped.

In hushed whispers, the sheep across from you began to speak. “Well, no one has been by the farm to milk the bull and cow hybrids. They’re… uh… a bit testy right now.”

You heard a few off handed comments and complaints from your coworkers that had to take care of the cow and bull hybrids, but you never had any problems with them!

“It’s my job to ensure every hybrid here is comfortable, safe, and healthy. If no one else is here to milk them, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Though the other hybrids looked nervous, they didn’t stop you.

Your phone struggled to load the protocol for milking the cow and bull hybrids as you walked in. The sound of frustrated and pained groans could be heard from the back.

“Hello?”

The sounds stopped, an eerie silence falling over the barn. The sudden creaking of the back door slowly opening made you jump.

Before you could call out again, you were pulled into the back.

“(Name)… please… you have to help us!”

You felt arms wrapping around your body… and several long, wet things rubbing against you…

“Beau?”

Beau, one of the new cow hybrids that arrived last month mooed nervously. His eyes were full of tears, and his tongue gave your cheek a lick.

“No one has been by to milk us… it’s been two days, the bulls are angry and pent up, and…”

As he sniffled, you reached out to pet his head. “Hey, it’s okay. I came to take care of that for you. I used to milk cows with my grandpa, he had a farm.”

Beau blushed, his tail swaying. “W-well… with male cow and bull hybrids… it’s uhm… a little different.”

He slowly pulled back, and you finally got to see what was rubbing against you.

His fat cock was poking out, his balls heavy and swollen from the days he hadn’t been milked. It was all coming together now…

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts. You were a professional, and these hybrids were in obvious pain! You needed to take care of them, no matter now embarrassing it may be!

The arousal growing between your legs was the wordy part. It was making you horny, seeing so many cow hybrids desperate for your touch.

“They usually have a machine for us to g-get off with…” Beau murmured, twiddling his thumbs. “Sometimes we can even use it ourselves if we think we need to… but it’s gone.”

Being understaffed was one thing, but the disappearance of machinery that bettered the hybrids’ lives was… concerning. Where had it gone?

You sighed softly, the information finally loading on your phone ten minutes too late. A bucket was placed on the ground, and you slowly reached out to grab hold of Beau’s cock.

His hips bucked as you stroked his shaft carefully, aiming the tip towards the bucket. A whine left his throat, and with a few strokes he came.

The semen smelled like milk, but had a thicker and creamier texture. Your eyes were focused on the tip of his cock, how it oozed and twitched with every touch.

God, you just wanted to take it into your mouth and-

“Ahh, that’s so much better…” Beau said, interrupting your dirty thoughts. You blinked and your cheeks heated up as you let go of his softening cock.

“I’m… glad I could help.”

After milking every cow hybrid, you moved to the bull hybrids’ quarters. There were only three of them, since taking any more on may result in territorial behavior.

The moment you walked in, your skirt was lifted up and a cock was slipped between your thighs.

“Heard our (Name) was coming to milk us ourselves…” Brody cooed, already beginning to fuck your thighs.

“We’re way too big to jerk off, missy. We’ll be using these.”

The three took turns fucking your thighs, their thick cocks occasionally brushing against your wet panties. This wasn’t the correct protocol, what if someone saw? Would you be fired!?

Did you even care when you were hoping they’d pull your panties to the side and fill you with their milk instead of that bucket?

The bulls weren’t easy on you, leaving your thighs a sticky mess before it was all said and done with. You were almost disappointed they didn’t just go ahead and fuck you…

You left the barn, face burning with shame and arousal as you ran towards the staff building.

After a shower, you’d have to continue on with your duties…

If only you knew how your day would progress from there… you may have just gone home.

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[whateveriwant]

The 141 getting you to stay in bed

It gets a little spicy towards the end so 18+ please

Soap

Waking up to the feeling of a numb arm is extremely unpleasant, but you suppose it comes with the territory when trying to cuddle 200+ pounds of rugged Scotsman

You manage to free your trapped limb and roll to the other side of the bed, but that space behind you remains empty for only about three seconds before Johnny's pressing himself flat to your back 

Now with his arms around your waist, he holds you tight to him, mumbling unintelligibly against the back of your head

He drifts back to sleep quickly enough, his grip on you starting to loosen, only for it to tighten again when he feels you try to wriggle out of his hold

The incoherent grumbles from his throat grow increasingly displeased the more you try to shift away from him, until finally he huffs a grumpy, “Quit it,” into your scalp, hooking his leg over yours 

If you still don't listen, he'll have no choice but to take drastic measures to keep you still. Fed up with your squirming, he simply rolls on top of you, pinning you to the mattress below him

You can try beating on his back, telling him that you can't breathe, but he just shrugs and says, “Use my breath.”

Don't even bother trying to explain how oxygen doesn't work like that, because he doesn't care. “Tough,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck. “‘Cause I'm no' movin’.” And by extension, neither are you

Gaz

Kyle is also a stage 5 clinger, but he's less boa constrictor and more baby koala

So when your alarm goes off at 8am precisely, it's no surprise that the man behind you grumbles in protest

“It's Saturday,” he bemoans. “Why you getting up so bloody early?” When you tell him you like to keep your routine even on the weekends, he just groans and mutters, “Five more minutes.”

You can try to squirm and wrestle out of his hold, but he'll just tighten his arm around your midsection, keeping his front firmly glued to your back

But you need to get up! You have to pee for goodness’ sake! 

“Use the empty bottle on your nightstand,” he mumbles into your hair, peeking an eye open as you crane to look back at him. The look you give him at such a horrid suggestion has him sighing. “Alright, fine,” he relents and releases you. “But be quick. Bed gets cold without you.”

Once you've answered the call of nature, don't be surprised to find Kyle waiting for you directly outside the bathroom. He's wrapped up in your comforter like an oversized burrito, only his face and feet visible as they peek out from under the plush cover

With a sleepy pout, he holds his hand out for you, tugging you back to bed with him. Oh, he’ll make sure you get those five more minutes alright. Even if he has to drag you kicking and screaming

Ghost

First of all, don't even kid yourself into thinking you'll stand a chance of waking up before him or sneaking out of bed without him knowing. This man is the epitome of a light sleeper, whenever he does sleep, that is

So when you do finally wake up, it comes as no surprise to see Simon already up too. But just because you're both awake now doesn't mean you have to immediately be productive; quite the opposite, in fact

With how busy and stressed he is all the time, Simon loves nothing more than to just lie in bed with you and do nothing for hours

If you try to get up, he's stopping you with a gentle hand on your wrist, his voice quiet but firm as he commands, “Stay.”

You'll lay back down for a bit to appease him, but it won't be long before you feel guilty since you have so many things you should be doing instead

But actually, no, you don't have  anything to worry about. He's already taken care of everything before you woke up, he humbly informs you

The cat's been fed, the bin’s been taken out to the curb, he's even gotten your breakfast typed up on his phone – just give him the word and he'll place the order

So now when he opens his arms for you, having you bury your face in his chest, you've got nothing to worry about except savoring this moment with him 

Price

John is also a very light sleeper, so it only takes .02 seconds of you trying to stand from the bed for his bear-like snores to cease and his eyes to flit wide open

He'll grab you by the shirt hem, mumbling, “Where’re y’ goin’?” But it doesn't really matter what your answer is because his response is always the same: “No y’r not.” And pulls you back down. “Y’r stayin’ right here.”

He'll lie on his stomach, face smushed in the pillow, a big, warm hand tucked under your shirt resting against your belly

With nothing better to do, you scroll through your phone, catching up on your socials, the news, etc., but it's not long before you hear him grumble, “Put that away, will ya? ‘S too early to be meltin’ your brain with that thing.”

Well, what does he expect you to do? Lie there and stare at the ceiling for an hour? “Expect you to be good,” he tells you. “Don't make me get the handcuffs out again.”

Now that you have to laugh at. If he thinks it's too early to be on your phone, it's definitely too early for that

He smirks, opening his eye just a sliver, and the hand on your stomach begins to rub soft circles. “Is that so?” he taunts, his touch sneakily edging downwards. And when he slips beneath the band of your shorts, well…

Let's just say you're not leaving that bed anytime soon

[ninikrumbs]

fluff with boyfriend satoru. thats it.

boyfriendsatoru who's weary and exhausted from the weight of the world on his shoulders, fighting curses day in and day out.

boyfriendsatoru who's favorite part of the day is coming home to you, to the soft hum of your cozy apartment. Your warm smile and open arms a perfect remedy to melt away the exhaustion in his bones, along with the smell of a freshly made meal or takeout depending on how tired you were from your own missions.

"Welcome home, Toru!" The tender tone in your voice made his heart warm. Despite your tired eyes, you still stood up to greet him by the door. You wear wearing his shirt and nothing else with your hair up in a messy bun. And to him you looked so beautiful it almost hurt. How did he ever deserve you?

He closes the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, hugging you tightly like someone was gonna take you away.

Tucking his head in the crook of your neck, he breathes you in and melts into your embrace. "Im home."

boyfriendsatoru who's house is now so full of life ever since you came in the picture, apartment now filled with cute trinkets, scented candles, plants and cozy throw pillows. A stark difference from his once cold and empty house that he only uses to sleep for a few hours before carrying the mantle as the storngest once more.

boyfriendsatoru who makes up for his absence due to long missions every chance he gets. He now demands for days off like other sorcerers and spends those days trailing behind you like a little puppy.

boyfriendsatoru who doesn't know what personal space is when it comes to you. Wanna shower? he's right there with you. Reading a book in bed? his using your chest as a pillow, purring like a cat every time your laugh reverberates from your body, might even offer to reenact your favorite scenes. Need to pee in the middle of the night? You get startled when he opens the door, sleepy face yawning as he scratches his toned tummy while he waits for you to be finished. Claiming that he can't sleep without you. Doing skincare? He's right beside you, waiting for you to pat in your toner and moisturiser on his face. Honestly, he's just a baby who loves you and wants to be included in everything.

"Toru, not that I mind..."

He looks up from his place on your chest, looking so sleepy and satisfied that you almost didn't wanna disturb him.

He yawns before answering you, voice laced with sleep. "What is it, sweets?"

You thread your fingers through his fluffy hair, giving him head scratches here and there and he basically purrs like a kitty on catnip. "You know you don't t have to spend every waking moment with me. I know you feel like you have to make up for the time we're apart, but its okay to make time for yourself you know."

In typical Gojo fashion, Satoru juts his lips out as his eyes water comically. "Does that mean you don't want to spend time me?"

"What? No!" You were somehow panicked and amused at the same time.

"You should've just shot me instead, that would have hurt less!" He cries, tightening his arms around your waist.

You shake your head at his theatrics, laughing fondly, "I didn't mean that you big baby."

Sparkly blue eyes stare back at you, "But Im your baby."

You snort in response. If only the world could see him now, the stongest so soft like this. But truly you felt lucky that monly you could see this side to Satoru. A side to him that you could keep all to yourself. The world can have the strongest, you only ever wanted Satoru. "Toru, I only meant that you might get tired of me if you don't have your personal space."

He scoffs, looking so offended. "First of all, there's absolutely no chance of me getting sick of you and second Ive had enough alone time to last me a life time."

The way he said the last part made it sound like it was no big deal but the thought of him coming home to an empy house with no one to turn to made your heart ache. "Toru.."

Seeing the look on your face, he quickly gives you a smile, "Don't look at me like that, sweets. Im fine, really. Its all in the past."

You were unconvinced but you didn't want to breach deeper into such a sad subject so instead you made a promise to yourself to make sure he never feels alone ever again.

You pull him up and wrap your arms around his neck, he snuggles into you but makes sure not to crush you under his weight. His warmth seeps into your skin as you caress his back. You murmur softly into his neck, "You have me, Toru. Always."

Gojo had to blink back the tears and stop his voice from shaking when he spoke, "And you have me."

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"Just to be clear, you don't like personal space?" You ask, teasing lightly as you looked down at Gojo on you lap.

He gazes up at you, arms circling your waist, smirking cheekily as he answers, "I like your personal space."

[superdupersunny420]

Timeskip!Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

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“Katsuki.”

Bakugou lies perfectly still, arms keeping you trapped against his chest, soft breathing the only sound that could be heard in the room.

You quietly sigh, trying to wiggle yourself free but your effort is in vain.

“Kats, wake up.”

You whine, gently slapping his cheek until he stirs, arms tightening around you.

Voice gruff, he finally responds, sounding still half asleep.

“What is it?”

“I have to pee.”

“And I have to sleep, goodnight.”

“Katsuki…”

He sighs, undoing his hold on you.

“Make it quick.”

“No… you have to come with.”

At this statement, Katsuki finally opens his eyes, his eyebrows squint as his vision adjusts to the darkness of your shared room.

“Why the fuck do I have to watch you pee?”

You sigh, once again, and look away from his confused and bewildered face while sitting up on your bed.

“What if someone trys to kidnap me while I’m on the toilet? That’s when I’m most vulnerable, I’m an easy target!”

You expand your arms to emphasise your point, before slowly turning to your tired, definitely fed up with your bullshit, boyfriend.

He lets out a sigh.

“Fucking scaredy-cat, told you we shouldn’t have watched that shitty horror movie.”

He says, all the while standing up, pulling you off the bed in the process.

And that’s how you ended up on the toilet, Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bathtub, at 2am.

[angelx]

can you write fluff katsuki? like he's such a touch starved bf, who's clingy, and can't keep his hands to himself? if you can write it, thank you! I just discovered you today, and I'm already liking what I see <3

your wish is my command! ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ i love fluffy katsuki (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

cw: fluff! bf!katsuki x reader, touch-starved katsuki, soft katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou had never been good with words. But touch? That’s where he spoke loudest.

If he could physically fuse with you, he would.

He’d hook his pinky with yours while walking through the city. Grip your thigh under the table during dinner with the others. Wrap himself around you like a weighted blanket after long days of patrol.

It wasn’t even sexual—though it definitely could be. Nah, it was something softer. Needier. Like he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and if he didn’t keep touching you, you might vanish.

You turned in his arms to face him, watching his crimson eyes soften when you cupped his cheek. “You good?” you whispered.

He nodded slowly, like he didn’t trust his voice. Then after a beat:

“Just need you close.”

And you weren’t going anywhere.

“Mine.” The word was mumbled against your shoulder, gravelly and low like he was still half-dreaming. Katsuki’s voice always had that raspy edge in the morning, a soft growl dulled by warmth and sleep.

He nuzzled into you, arms locked tight around your middle under the blanket. His entire body was molded to yours, chest to back, like he was trying to make up for all the hours you’d been apart while sleeping.

You stretched a little beneath the weight of him, arching your back into his warmth. “You’re clingy this morning,” you teased gently, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“Every morning,” he muttered like it was a curse and a confession all in one. One of his hands slid under your hoodie to rest on the bare skin of your stomach—hot, rough, familiar. He sighed when he felt your warmth. “Don’t act like you don’t fuckin’ love it.”

You did. God, you did.

With most people, Katsuki was short-tempered and explosive—sharp edges, fire and thunder. But with you, he melted. He was still loud, still grumpy, still swore like a sailor—but his touch turned reverent. Needy. Gentle in ways you’d never expected from him.

And maybe a little possessive.

Okay. Very possessive.

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes were barely open, hair an absolute disaster from the way he’d been burying himself into the pillow—and you.

“Seriously,” you grinned. “You’re like a big, angry cat.”

He scowled, but didn’t let go. “Cats don’t hold their lovers like this.” He nipped at your shoulder, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you squirm and laugh. “Shut up and come back to sleep.”

You tried to sit up. Keyword: tried.

Katsuki instantly tightened his grip, dragging you back down to his chest with a low, “Nope.”

You ended up tangled in him, back pressed to his chest, his legs tucked around yours like a full-body cage of warmth and muscle. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, breathing you in like he was trying to memorize the scent of your shampoo.

“I have to pee,” you giggled.

“Hold it.”

“Kats—”

“Five more minutes,” he grunted, closing his eyes again. “You were gone too long yesterday.”

It clicked. You’d had a double shift on patrol. Fourteen hours. You hadn’t even realized he’d kept track.

“You missed me?” you asked, voice soft.

He was quiet for a second, then whispered, almost like he hated admitting it, “Yeah.”

It was the kind of yeah that carried a thousand things he didn’t know how to say. Things like I couldn’t sleep without you. I kept reaching for you in my bed. I don’t feel right when you’re not here.

You ran your fingers gently through his hair, untangling soft blond strands as his whole body seemed to melt into yours. He didn’t say anything else—but he didn’t have to. The way he held you, like he needed the contact just to breathe, said everything.

“I’m not going anywhere, y’know,” you whispered, leaning back into him.

Katsuki kissed your shoulder, slow and lingering, like he was trying to seal that promise into your skin.

“Damn right you’re not.”

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°My Fav Comfort Fics°

Theodore Nott

The Softening Edge - your love language is touch and Theo usually loves it until someone makes fun of Theo for it. He ends up pushing you away until he realised how much of an idiot he’s been.

Written In The Stars

Hand In Hand - A shy request leads to Theo’s heart fluttering as Y/N takes his hand through the snowy streets of Hogsmeade, and he finds himself smiling more than ever before.

Heather

Pet dates - When Theo took a cat into his dormitory one evening, he didn't expect to wake up next to a girl the next morning.

Whoopsie - You can't help your clumsiness, but when you land with a bruise on your face, you're reminded that your boyfriend, Theo really hates to see you hurt.

Gamers Embrace - You learn just how clingy your gamer boyfriend Theo can be when he refuses to let her move her legs, all in the name of needing her warmth during a gaming session.

Pillowtalk - Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed.

Beautiful People Beautiful Problems - Theo finds out you've been hiding something from him when he finds you in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Pure Heart - You found Theo’s journal. Now, you don't know how to act around him.

Fights - Theo comes to you after a fight....again.

Not Even The Addressee - When Theodore's name gets misspelled he's not happy about it.

Flustered And Blushing - in which you're a flustered mess around Theo Nott and he absolutely adores it.

For The First Time - in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesn’t even know his name…

You Understand - Hogwarts students aren't exactly known for minding their own business. Thankfully, you and Theo speak a language they don't.

So This Is Love - there's a weird feeling that erupts in theo's chest whenever he looks at you and for the first time in his life his mind goes silent.

The Boyfriend Agreement - Your boyfriend tells you about an agreement you signed when you were kids.

Jealousy - an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before.

Baby, Won't You Be My Girl?

Oh Bella - 3 times the reader teases Theo’s Italian roots + 1 time she celebrates them.

Clingy Sleepy Boyfriend - Your boyfriend doesn't want to let you go, even if it's to pee.

Study Break - just theodore wanting kisses while you’re busy studying.

Withdrawal - Theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn't realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too. ♡

Through The Wringer - Theo tries to get your attention by spoiling you with gifts. you pretend not to notice the shift just to mess with him. childhood friends to lovers.

Taking What's Not Yours - in which you have a bad habit of taking your boyfriend's things.

Like Snow On The Beach - christmas is your absolute favorite time of the year! the tree, the lights, the music, the food . . . however, to you, the most important thing about christmas is spending it with your loved ones.

Shut Up Kiss Me

Crying In The Courtyard - you find something out about your crush.

Matteo Riddle

Breaking Point - Mattheo gets into too many fights and you have enough and call off your relationship. However you are still the only person that can get through to him.

Cold Comfort - Mattheo has one rule: any girl can share his bed but none can stay the night. when the unexpected happens, and you're begging to be the first, you find out why he had the rule in the first place.

Height Difference

He’s Mine! - it seems to be a little hard to get into the christmas spirit when your little sister is hogging your boyfriend!

Back Scratches - You and Riddle cuddle.

After The Storm - you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors

If I Get More Pretty? - You and Mattheo have been keeping your relationship under wraps. But when doubts and insecurities begin to creep in, you find yourself questioning your worth.

For You - Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly does not punish your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Morning Starts With Cuddles And Theo's Grumbles

Grandpa Glasses - how could you possibly resist teasing your boyfriend when he looks like he stole dumbledore’s glasses?

Sleeping After An Argument - you decided not to sleep with him after an argument.

Veritaserum - When mattheo drinks veritaserum on a bet, he's confident he doesn't have anything to hide... until you show up.

Cuddle Comfort

The Black Lake - Mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.

Riddle's Girl - Mattheo mattheo has…feelings about you wearing his quidditch jersey.

White Xmas - Mattheo comes to spend christmas with you and your family.

Chicken Noodle Soup

Puppy Eyes - your boyfriend suckered you into becoming an animagus with him, and knowing him it was probably to cause mischief.

Please, Please, Please - mattheo is your slightly toxic, slightly unhinged, but absolutely adoring and completely obsessed boyfriend.

Draco Malfoy

Busy Bee - you may have accidentally fallen asleep on Draco, but in your defense, he was really comfortable to sleep on! now, though, you're forced to face your feelings for him and do something about them.

So American - You and Draco have a lazy day. However, you and Draco take your teas differently.

Pretty Girl - although you're a hufflepuff, Draco can't seem to suppress his feelings for you and has been asking you out since third year.

DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? - Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball

Buy Me Presents - Draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official.

Love Letters - In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

The Alchemy - Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

Fighter - you and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument

Sweet Disaster - You and draco are inseparable friends, but deeper feelings come to light when you're asked on a date with someone who is determined to take advantage of you.

My Girl - You and Draco have a secret love affair, which all becomes public when he sees you upset in the corridors of Hogwarts.

Mornings By His Side - Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You’re Not Everyone Else - Enz thought he knew everything there was to know when it came to wooing pretty witches, but it will take a lot more than the botanical gardens to win you over.

Dress

In A World Full Of Boys He's A Gentleman - in a world filled with men, there’s Lorenzo Berkshire, a sweetheart and gentleman.

Stiles Stilinski

Call Me Biles - Ever since you started dating Stiles, you've been calling him Biles and no one told you you were wrong.

Tired

Rainstorms - it’s the middle of the night and you wake up due to the heavy rainstorm outside, and after you get up, your boyfriend Stiles, can’t really sleep on his own.

We're Dating?

Others

"Oh Shit, Are You Crying?" - Tangerine accidentally hurts your feelings.

"Oh Shit Are You Crying?" - Your boyfriend makes you feel unloved in some stupid misunderstanding he quickly remedies.

Pretty Boy - everyone knew you had a thing for the boy who lived, everyone, that is, except for Harry Potter himself.

Lovers Rock - you find a strange creature in the streets of New York that happens to be Newt Scamander's.

Remus Lupin x hearing impaired!reader

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[hyuny-bunny]

seasons // series

part iii

summary: your bestfriend minho will go lengths to keep you all to himself

warnings: drinking, attempted drugging, threat of violence, male masturbation, mention of past relationships and cheating

part ii • part iv

You felt the warm sunlight filtering through the blinds of the window of your apartment, skin hot the touch. It didn't help the heat of Minho's body pressed against you made it so easy to relax into him, you subconsciously pressed your face further into his chest as his arms laid around you lazily. Cuddling wasn't a foreign concept to the two of, sometimes he needed it just as badly as you did. You shift to get up from his grip feeling his arms tighten around you to keep you in his grip but the overwhelming urge to pee forced you to pry yourself from his grip.

He peeled one eye open to see you walking quitely to the bathroom, the soft scuffling of your socks against the floor as he trailed his eyes up to your ass watching a small curve of it peek out beneath the shorts, the shorts having rode up your body as you slept. He let out a soft "hmph" as he closed his eyes again, adjusting his position on the couch. He made no move to get off the couch wanting to see if you'd come crawling back in his arms once you relieved yourself.

He was met with disappointment hearing you make your way to the kitchen undoubtedly making coffee. The two of you shared a love of coffee that led to many study dates at cafes, hangouts at cat cafes (his preferred choice of leisure activities, and coffee shop hopping once a month. He sat up on the couch seeing you had washed up and decided it would be fitting he do the same.

You look up as he walks towards your bathroom, bed hair tossed, the sleepy grumpy expression on his face as his long sleeve shirt clung to his body hugging the outlines of his muscles that made you salivate.

"Coffee?" You called out to him.

"Is that even a question?" He responded in his morning voice that made you clench your thighs.

He typically only drank americanos to keep his sugar intake low with how much he danced and worked out, fortunately for him you kept a solid amount of americano concentrate in your kitchen. You made a small breakfast for the two of you; eggs, toast, some bacon, and fruit on the side. You weren't the best cook, having left that skill up to Minho throughout college, baking was your forte. He had no complaints when he'd come to your place to make dinner for the two of you only to be rewarded with a plate full of cookies you made before he got there, or when you decided to trial run recipes looking for his approval and feedback.

"Are you still going out tonight?" He asked looking up through his long lashes as he bit into his toast, the act far too hot for something so normal.

"Uh, yeah. Felix and Han are gonna come by later. Changbin is our DD and 'escort' as Han likes to say." You say with a soft laugh remembering the look of annoyance on his face the first time Han called him that.

"Where?" There was a hint of sternness to his voice that caught you by surprise.

"This place called Layla's, fairly new club but omegas get in free on the 2nd saturday of every month."

He hummed in acknowledgment as he seemed to fixate on something on his plate. You ate quietly, unspoken words lingered in the air, as you are about to speak he breaks the tension.

"Just don't do anything stupid? Don't go home with someone just because you think it's what you need to do." There was a certain bite to his words, that struck something sensitive in you.

"Are you implying I'm stupid enough to just go sleep with anyone?"

"No... I'm just saying you've had some pretty poor taste in guys before." There it is again.

"In what way?"

"How long did you stay with your ex after you found he was cheating on you?"

His words felt like the wind was knocked out of you. He looked at you sorrowful, regretting the words already

"My bad.. didn't know getting on cheated was my fault."

"That's not what I-"

"No, I got the message loud and clear. You think I'm too incompetent to make solid judgments around the people I fuck or date. I don't need your approval, Minho. I'm a grown woman and can decide what I want for myself." You could see the sting of hurt in his face. He stared down at his plate trying to avert the fire and hurt in your gaze wanting to just scoop you in his arms and kiss the pain of it away.

Instead he chose the grimace, muttering a quick sorry before saying he needed to go home. He grabbed his sweater and keys leaving you at the table still simmering in anger and hurt. He closed the door so gently you wished he had slammed it.

He let his frustrations get the best of him in a moment of weakness.

-

It was around 6pm when Han and Felix were knocking at your apartment. As thanks to Changbin for being designated driver, they all brought stuff for dinner so no one was drinking on an empty stomach.

"Why so glum?" Felix asked gently as you played some food.

"Minho said something that pissed me off... I just want to have a good night now. So cheer me up!"

Felix gave you a knowing look, he wanted the whole story. Minho wasn't the type to just accidentally say something hurtful, there were very few occasions where the two of you ever genuinely argued.

"He told me not to do anything stupid... then said I had poor taste in guys-"

"Is he wrong?"

"Not in that aspect, no. He's not wrong. What really hurt was his implication that I was too stupid to make good judgements of people and imply I was stupid for staying with my ex after I found out he cheated on me.." It came out so rushed there was no stopping the words.

Felix paused looking over you face, sighing softly as he smoothed a hand over your hair.

"He's wrong for how he said it.. That doesn't change the fact that he's just looking out for you. Read between the lines."

I nod softly as we start to eat, chatting up our game plan.

"Okay so Laylas first, and if that doesn't work out, we go to Wolfborne." Han said firmly as he shoved a dumpling in his mouth.

"What's at Wolfborne?"

He smirked, winking as he began to ramble.

"There's a secret club in the back of the bar, lot of hot HOT people. Most people only get in via invite or because the know a bartender.."

"How did you get in?" Felix asks.

"Our lovely little friend, Jeongin, is a barback on saturday nights." Han says while stretching his arms behind his back.

Jeongin was a music major like Han, he was an alpha, a bit meek but so very very handsome. You pondered the idea, he was a bit younger but not to be confused for inexperienced.

"Alright.. I'll bite." You said with a shrug, Felix nodded in agreement.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna text him to put us on the list." Han said rushing to retrieve his phone.

We made our way to my room as Han dug through your closest to find you an outfit. Felix held your face as we sat in my bathroom as he worked on your eyeshadow. He was master at doing a smokey black eye, running the smudgy line across your eyes that made them look seductive yet fierce. He added the lightest bit of shimmer to the eyes so the light would reflect on them in the club. he dabbed your lips in a red color that made your lips kooky vampy and just bitten, a perfect contrast to your features.

"Okay, outfit is picked, thoughts?" Han said holding up the lacey black dress, completely see through but with the right underwear and accessories it could be tasteful. The cups of the dress had a nude lining so wearing no bra be no issues, the sleeves had a dainty ruffle strap similar to the the trim of the hem.

"Hot... Really hot," Felix said glancing at me, to confirm my reaction. It was a bit out of your comfort zone but the desperation to be spiteful towards Minho.

"Exactly what I need." You said letting a shaky sigh out.

After getting dressed and fixing your hair to sit nicely, the three of you continued pre-gaming until Changbin arrived. Once he was finished eating, the night began.

Minho was blowing up Changbins phone, texting him every minute of where you guys were.

ping

where are you guys going first?

ping

how many guys are there?

ping

what is she wearing?

ping

can you see her?

ping

has anyone approached?

ping

don't let her wander off alone

ping

stay by her side

ping

don't let felix drag her to the dance floor

Changbin rolled his in annoyance as the alpha demanded to know where she was at all times.

"Changbinnie!~ take my photo pleassee" His eyes drifted up to see the omega pleading with him to take her photo, he agreed deciding to take it on his phone to send to Minho. You stand posed against the bar top holding the cherry from your drink to your lips in a seductive way as he snapped the photo. He sent it to Minho knowing how it would rile him up.

Minho was laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling irritated by Changbins lack of responses. He was only asking to keep an eye on you, he grew irritated by the idea that you were out in a club with the prying eyes of other Alphas watching with only one thing on his mind. When his phone buzzed he looked down expecting to see Changbin telling him off that you were phone. What he wasn't expecting was to see you wearing that godforsaken black lace dress, holding a cherry to your lips in the most seductive way. He felt the blood rushing to his cock at the sight.

The sight of your fleshy thighs at the bottom of the screen, his mind running through the image of his face buried between them. His cock strained against his boxers at the realization that he could see the black lacey panties through the dress... The dress was so see through he could make out the entire outline of your body beneath the fabric, thanks to the flash of the camera. His eyes dragged up your body in the photo to the waist he often had a had around when the two of you were out in public. Finally zeroing in on your perky breasts that gave you the most glorious visual of them pressed to your chest. He wanted to drive down there, throw you over his shoulder to take you home, ripping that dress to shreds and bury himself inside your body.

He opted to stroking his hard length to the sultry image of you instead, picturing what it'd be like to pin you down beneath him, pumping you so full of his cock that it ruined you for any man that dared to pursue you.

The alcohol buzzed through your system as you danced with Felix and Han, feeling like you had gone to heaven and back. You body felt loose and any thoughts of what you originally came here for, had left your mind. You stopped momentarily whisper yelling to Han, "Going to grab another drink!"

He nodded as he looked back watching you disappear out of the crowd towards the bar, you looked over to where Changbin had been to see a girl was talking to him while feeling out the muscles in his arms. Shaking your head laughing you turned to waive the bartender over. Before the bartender could get to you, an unwelcome hand slid at your waist as you looked to meet the eyes of a man who was likely no more then a few inches taller then you, he reeked of cigarettes, alcohol, and smoothing musky that was unsettling.

"Can I buy a pretty thing like you a drink?" He asked as you pushed his hand away, he kept it smooth to your body as he slid it down over your ass with a snarl on your face.

"I don't take drinks from strangers, and I sure as hell don't take unwelcomed advances from them either." You said rolling your eyes and putting some distance.

"My name is Sejun, now we're not strangers." He said with a smirk as he eyed your figure. "At least let me buy your drink and keep you company till it's done."

You shouldn't but you allowed for it anyways. At least you would be getting a free drink out of it. The bartender took your order as Sejun began sizing you up, asking if you were alone, if you came with someone. Praying for any information that would indicate whether you had company.

The bartender dropped the drinks in front of him taking the cash, Sejun grabbed the drinks from the top of the rim sliding mine over to me.

"Well stranger, here's to a good night," He said smirking as he clinked his glass against us yours. As you brought the drink to your lips, you were caught off guard by the hand that immediately covered the drink and cause you to kiss the back of the hand. You irritation had peeked as you looked up at the stranger who had stopped you but you were met with shock when the hand took your drink holding it Sejun.

"How about you take the first taste?" The tall stranger held it to Sejun, the pieces began to click as you saw the all familiar look of someone who had been caught.

"What the fuck man-"

"Drink it. Drink it or I smash this glass right into your fucking head and drag you out back breaking every bone in your hands." Sejun took the drink hesitantly, bringing it to his lips as he drank the whole thing... Fear struck his face as he ran to the bathroom pushing through the crowd as the security clocked him, head directly for him.

This fucker had tried to spike your drink.

You finally saw the face of the stranger who had stopped you from a fate worse then death. The adrenaline pumped through you at the reality of what could have happened as you clutched the counter top of the bar.

"Sorry about that, I saw him stalking people in here and wasn't sure when he was gonna act. Let me get the the bartender to make you a new one."

The handsome stranger said as he pulled a barstool seat out for you to sit in. He was beautiful, dark hair cut into a wolf cut with soft waves that framed his pretty face. Lips full and pink that compliment the sharp eyes on his face.

"You alright? You look a little dazed." He asked as he pushed a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah I... sorry the adrenaline of that situation might've just sobered me up."

"Sorry I didn't mean to frighten you but I couldn't just let that prick do something unforgivable." The bartender placed the new drink down, the stranger placed a napkin over it before putting it in front of me. The gesture of it didn't go unnoticed as he gave me a sweet look.

"Thank you. For stepping in like that... I don't know many people that would've or who would've have the vigilance to stop it."

"I can't take credit for human decency but I will say it gave me the perfect opportunity to approach you. I'm Hyunjin by the way." He smiled sweetly as he extended his hand out.

Chivalry, how sweet.

"I'm Y/N. Finally I have name to tell my story to my friends about my knight in shining black leather." You said playfully taking a sip of the vodka soda that settled your nerves.

He laughed at your joke, his eyes creasing in the cutest way, a stark contrast to what he looked like seconds ago when he threatened that guy.

The two of you casually talked, while Felix and Han looked around the room noticing it had been a while since you had left. They zeroed in on the close proximity of the stranger who sized you up, smiling ear to ear at everything you said. Noticing the way he dragged your stool closer to him so he could cage your crossed legs in with his, extending his leg to rest on bottom of your stool. His arm on the back of your seat as he leaned in to whisper in your ear as he pushed back your hair running the back of his hand down your exposed neck and shoulder. Changbin had glanced tom the dance floor to see Felix and Han gawking at something, he followed their gaze now settling in on the man who kissed you fervently.

oh fuck... minho is gonna kill him

-

part iv

[glassbxttless]

Whiskey

sam o’brien (warfare) x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k+

summary: you and sam get a dog.

warnings: pre-warfare sam, just fluff! a little bit of swearing. don’t ask me how i know what a puppy that eats drywall looks like 💀 also!! if your pets have any of the names in here— i love them, i promise 🫶🏻

notes: spay and neuter your pets folks— and do your best to find rescue animals, foster, and/or only go to reputable breeders. i wanted to write something short and soft, so big thanks to @peachyproserpina for giving me the idea and beta reading so quickly!

Ever since the two of you had started dating, you had known Sam had wanted a dog. Being 18 and 19 then, neither of you had a notion on how to even care for yourselves let alone an animal— so you kept pushing it back. Pushing it back for the next milestone. Your first apartment together was too small, and then Sam’s first deployment was too soon, and then you had just bought your first house together. But now— 25 and 26, you had run out of excuses to use to keep delaying the inevitable. You were homeowners— a little white two story house with a fenced in yard, the American dream.

So you spent weeks researching breeds, training methods, food brands, everything. He’d insisted on a golden retriever from the start. But you weren’t convinced— you were living this picture perfect life straight from a fucking catalogue and now he wanted the dog on page 10 too? But all of your research kept leading you down the same path Sam was on. A golden retriever did fit your lifestyle. So five weeks after beginning your research for the perfect dog, here you were— driving to meet a litter of puppies on the other side of town. You’d checked shelters and breeders, rescue centers. Each time landing on senior dogs you’d been more than happy to give a home to, but then Sam had saw the ad on Facebook. An older woman had found a stray mama and her pups in her barn. She searched for their owners and there was no response. So now she was stuck with finding suitable homes for the bunch. 

You two had settled down into bed with the ad that night, scrolling through the photos like it was your life’s mission. And one of the puppies had caught your eye. He was big compared to his siblings, dark, with an almost red hue. The photos had made him out to look sweet and spunky. A perfect mix of you and Sam. You both had agreed on him that night, sending her a quick message on when you could meet them; you could practically hear him running around the house, tail wagging and knocking everything over in it’s wake.

You had piled in the car the following Sunday to make the trip over. Sam was practically vibrating with excitement, he was finally getting a dog. And he was getting him with you. “I swear to God, if that little red shit doesn’t immediately imprint on me like Jacob did to that little shit in Twilight, I’m returning him.”

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Returning him to where, exactly? I doubt she issues refunds.”

“I don’t know. The fucking void? Your mom’s garage? Or maybe I’ll just live in the backyard with him until he learns who his favorite parent will be.” He shot you a smug grin, eyes drifting back to the road in front of him. “It’s gonna be me, if you weren’t aware. You’ll be the mean one who says ‘no’ too fucking much and wipes up his accidents when he pees on the hardwood. I’ll be the fun one who gives him bacon.”

You shake your head and peek down again at the phone open on your lap. The photos of the pups still pulled up. “Right, because dogs love living in the back yard until they pick a favorite, huh?”

Sam reached over and flicked your thigh like you weren’t supposed to fire right back at him. “You laugh now, but backyard bonding is a time-honored tradition between Man and Man’s Best-Friend. I give him a stick, we stare into the distance together, howl at a few birds— boom. Soulmates. I’m sure he wouldn’t even eat me if I died, like your fuckin mom’s cats would.”

You laugh a little louder, eyes still on the photos on your phone. That almost red pup was front and center of the group. Towering over his brothers and sisters with the biggest paws and floppiest ears. “Sam, just look at him. He looks like he’d eat our drywall.”

“Exactly,” He chuckles softly in response, “That’s a dog with vision. We gotta name that guy right, or he’s gonna destroy everything we own in protest. And I don’t really feel like picking out a new couch, so please for the love of God don’t suggest something like Apollo.”

You tilted your head, eyes scanning over the photo as you think. “He kinda looks like you after you’ve been out drinking…”

Sam glanced over at you, his hand settling against the skin of your thigh, grinning. His fingers brushing under the hem of your pajama shorts as his thumb digs into the side with the pressure of his squeeze. “Whiskey.”

You look at his hand and then at him. He looks at you and then turns his attention back to the road in front of him— turning left when the gps decides to speak up. “…Actually?” you ask, not exactly hating the way the name rolled off your tongue.

Sam shrugs a bit, smiling ear to ear. “Why not? He’s the right color, he’s probably gonna cause a scene if we leave him alone for like five minutes, and also— hello— Whiskey’s my favorite vice. Just a seems a little too fitting, no?”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide, but it wasn’t working no matter how hard you tried. “So what you’re saying is, we name our dog after your greatest weakness.”

Sam nodded, pulling into the drive that had been given to them. “Yes. I want to look him in the eyes every day and be reminded that I am soft. Weak. Controlled entirely by love and impulse… And barrel aged liquor.”

You grinned. “So, Whiskey then?”

He nodded again, the name rolling off his tongue like it was always meant to be there. “It’s Whiskey.” Sam parks the car, reaching down to unbuckle the seatbelt against him. The puppies were already tumbling over each other in a pen in the yard with enough space for them to run and play. There were six of them— most of them that dark golden color you and Sam had fallen in love with from the first photo. As you slide out, Sam sends the woman— who was walking down from the porch— a wave. You walk around the car to meet him where he was standing with his hand outstretched. Taking it in yours and lacing your fingers, he leads you over to the pen of puppies. Sam and the woman chat for a few moments and then he immediately steps over the gate and kneels down to greet them in their pen, pulling one of the darker pups into his lap. The one you had come to take home with you. The little guy was a bundle of energy, squirming and licking his hands. Little paws hit against his chest as the little guy stretches out and licks his face. 

You step over the gate to the pen as well and crouch down beside Sam, ready to commit to your original choice in Sam’s lap. But then your eyes landed on her— the almost-white golden retriever pup hanging towards the back of the group. She was smaller than the rest of her siblings, her fur a soft cream that almost gave you a headache in the sunlight. She had the sweetest, most curious eyes. And when she turned to you, it was like you could see right into her soul and she could yours. You reached out for her gently, your heart doing that funny little flip in your chest. The one you used to get when Sam would do anything that made you fall even further into love with him. She immediately crawls into your lap, her little nails leaving scratches on your bare thighs. But she’s nuzzling into your chest, and it felt like everything else— the other pups, especially the one in Sam’s lap— had faded into the background.

Sam looked over, still holding onto the boy you had talked about, and raised an eyebrow at the way you were looking at the dog in your lap. He knew she was the one you were taking home as soon as your eyes hit his, but he still asks. “Wait, I thought we were taking him?”

You smiled softly, tears pricking your eyes— you had never felt a connection with a dog like this before. You look back down at the little white girl, pressed against your chest. “I don’t know, Sam. I think this one’s ours.”

Sam followed your gaze, letting the little guy in his lap back down to tumble over his siblings. He reaches out to scratch behind her ears. “Well, she’s cute, babe. I’ll give you that. But… she’s… is she even a Golden Retriever if she’s white?”

You didn’t even care. She was perfect to you. The instant you’d met her eyes, you were already imagining the future— her, Sam, and you. That woman watched the two of you and smiled, knowing she’d found a home that would love her as much as she had loved the puppies. “She’s the runt of the litter, a little shy with the others, but she’s got a lot of spirit. You’ve got time for her, I think she’ll do well with you.”

You just nodded, your heart full as you press a little kiss to the top of her head— your eyes still full of tears. “She’s the one.”

And Sam just takes the sight in front of him, smiling. He’s so in love with you. You’re everything to him. And now you two were going to be raising a dog that you just found some sort of soul connection with. So he wipes his hands off on his jeans as he pushes up to stand, dragging his wallet out of his back pocket. But the woman won’t take the money for her, not when she’s seen just how perfect a home she’s going to. Because that’s all she wanted. “Just pay off her vet bill and get her spayed, kids. She’s yours.”

Once you’re back in the car— you cradle her in your lap the entire ride home. Your arms wrapped around her little body and her soft off-white nose tucked under your chin as she sleeps soundly against your chest. She’s comfortable, like she’s known you forever. Like you were always meant to be her mom. Every now and then, she lets out a tiny huff in her sleep and stretches one of her little paws against you. Catching in your hoodie pocket every single time, and it makes your chest ache with how much you already love her.

Sam glances over at you. He’s got one hand on the wheel and the other is fiddling with the radio until he can get the volume down enough to talk to you— and then his hand is finding its home against your thigh. “Alright, so I guess we’ve gotta change the name.”

You glance up from where you had just been staring at her. “Why? Whiskey still fits.”

“She’s not whiskey-colored, babe,” Sam sighs, giving your thigh a squeeze. “She’s more like… milk colored. Or maybe oat milk if she gets a little dirty.”

You turn your head, arching an eyebrow up at him. “You want to name our beautiful little dog Oat Milk?”

“I’m just brainstorming here, honey,” he says defensively, his thumb now rubbing small circles against your knee. “Alright, what about Daisy? She looks a bit like a Daisy.”

“She looks like someone who would eat a Daisy,” you say, running your fingers along her tiny ear, earning a shift of her little body even closer to you. “Daisy’s too soft.”

“Alright, fine.” He starts listing them off, a finger tapping the other side of your knee. “Bailey? Luna? Honey? No— wait. Nala. That’s a classic one. Who doesn’t love the Lion King?”

You smile softly, moving one of your hands from around her to place over Sam’s as you look back down at her. She’s still curled up, her little tail twitching against your legs in her sleep. You say it so quietly, Sam barely hears. “She still feels like a Whiskey to me.”

Sam glances over at you for just a moment. “Yeah?”

You nod. “I mean… We didn’t really expect to get her… I dunno, she’s sweet and strong rolled up into one. And she got into our system real fast. I swear, one look and I was done for, Sammy.”

He hums, letting Whiskey settle in his brain just as much as the way Sammy had rolled off your lips. “You should write Hallmark cards or something.” He chuckles, but he doesn’t object.

You squeeze his hand, eyes moving over to meet his as tears begin to prick your own again. “You’re on board then?”

He exhales through his nose, staying quiet for just a few moments before he’s lifting his hand from your leg and scratches gently under her chin— his eyes still on the road. “Alright, Whiskey. Hope you’re ready for a life of living with the hottest mom around and all the bacon you can eat. You hit the jackpot, kid.”

Whiskey lets out a soft little grunt and nuzzles closer to your chest, like she already knows how much she’s loved.

Sam laughs, his hand leaving Whiskey’s chin to slip around your shoulder, playing with the hair at the back of your neck as he grins. “God, she’s gonna love me the most.”

You don’t even look up from her. “Keep fucking dreaming, O’Brien.”

tags ;;

[livingslime]

Frequently asked questions

When will the full game be released?

The release date for the full version is still to be announced. I work on this visual novel in my free time, so progress may vary. Currently, the project is in its early stages, making it difficult to project a completion date. As development progresses and I get closer to finishing, I hope to have a clearer timeline.

Is MC really in a hospital?

It is intentionally ambiguous whether the MC is truly in a hospital. The absence of nurses and Dr. Anselm being the only one attending to the MC are deliberately meant to provoke player suspicion. This mystery and the setting’s true nature are meant to unravel in later chapters.

Where did the MC's pee go?

The MC has a urinary catheter, a medical device used to drain urine from the bladder into an attached collection bag.

Urine collection bags connected to a catheter are typically changed every 5 to 7 days.

In the later chapters, there will come a time when Anselm has to change the MC's peepee bag.

Does MC actually need a urinary catheter?

In cases of severe traumatic brain injury (TBI), a urinary catheter may be necessary, especially in the early stages of recovery. TBI can lead to a range of symptoms, including impaired mobility, cognitive changes, or decreased control over bodily functions.

Also MC was unconscious for 2 days before waking up, catheters are commonly used for unconscious patients.

Will MC ever take a shower?

Yes I was planning to use this as content for later chapters.

Fun fact : Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) patients in hospitals usually do not take showers independently, especially if they are in a critical or unstable condition. Instead, they are often given sponge baths or bed baths by staff to maintain hygiene without moving them too much, which could be risky. huehue

Will there be an ending where MC and Anselm are together?

Yes, absolutely! There will be an ending where MC and Anselm end up together. These endings will naturally come at the game's conclusion, and as I get closer to writing the finale, I'll have a clearer idea of how many good and bad endings there will be in total.

Was Anselm the one to cause MC's injury?

So this mystery is also to be unfolded in the later chapters. I hope readers understand that this visual novel has mystery/horror elements, there wouldn’t be much of a story if I revealed everything outright (ᗒᗨᗕ)

Does Anselm love the MC or just taking care of them?

Anselm's heart belongs entirely to the MC; they're the only one he truly loves.

Is Anselm a dog or cat person? or any other animal?

Anselm doesn’t usually keep pets, as he’s often away and lacks the time to care for one. But if he and the MC were living together and the MC wanted a pet, he would happily bring one home and enjoy caring for it together with them.

If he could, Anselm would create a beautiful bird terrarium—a place where he could observe them freely within a controlled space. There, they’d be safe, unable to leave but he alone is able to admire their beauty.

[sashi-ya]

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THE RAIN 💦 BYAKUYA KUCHIKI X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 22: WATERSPORTS

🐙 Requested by: Anonymous. Hi! I hope is not too late, but can I request day 22 with Byakuya and f! reader? thank you! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. watersports, pee content, piss kink or whatever you wanna call it. piss play (? idk, best tw possible for this one: keep in mind Byakuya asks reader to pee on his jeans and then while fucking her. Also, he pees inside her. Do not read if you don't like/enjoy this. 🐙 wc: 1,4k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

I want more of you, Byakuya-sama. Everything I wanna try, everything I wanna feel… All of that, if it belongs to you. 

“What the hell is that?” he asks, laying on the bed of some random love hotel of Karakura. 

“Mhghj…” you giggle; the TV had various “movie” options. You pass them all, from up to down, until the triple x ones appear. “Thi- this is porn. Human porn” you continue laughing. 

Byakuya sits properly on the bed, he’s been resting for some time. You insisted on visiting a love hotel in the human world since many Shinigami have already told them about those. (Especially Rukia, but that information shouldn’t be revealed to Byakuya for obvious reasons). 

Him, after annoying pleads, finally said yes. And so, here you are both. 

“But- go back, the previous one… what-“ he asks, interested despite trying to act disgusted. 

“Which one? This on- oh… OH-“ you get silent for a second; the picture shows a woman straight up peeing on a man’s sex. And the man is obviously raptured with such “rain.” 

You turn around to look at your long-haired lover; you do it slowly, and a naughty smirk invades your face. 

“I don’t know what that smile implies, but you look like a degenerate” he says, calmly, trying not to look straight towards the tv… he is trying to act surprised and perhaps disgusted, but there is something inside him that aches to keep watching. 

“Mhgh… aren’t you the one who asked me to go back? You like it, don’t you? you want me to do it?” you tease him; at first jokingly, but soon you take it a hundred percent seriously… Byakuya’s pants are definitely showing an erection.

Byakuya sighs, looking to the side; he can’t maintain eye contact with you, because he knows how much you know him. And blushed cheeks also show how horny he is, very well. Oh, who would have known Kuchiki Byakuya could be that naughty and dirty? 

You crawl up to where he is, right in between his legs. Like a cat, you purr and kiss his neck. 

“What do you want, Byakuya-sama?” you whisper into his ear. “You wanna get wet, babe?” 

Byakuya takes a deep breath and looks at you through the corner of his eye; it takes him a couple of seconds to decide his own fate, but he ultimately does.

“Y-es” he whispers low, incredibly low. It’s so weird to you that he is not able to speak loud and straightforwardly as he usually does. Perhaps he is ashamed, and he shouldn’t be… at all. 

“Very well…” you giggle, planting a kiss on his cheek that turns him on like fire to gasoline. 

You are immediately pinned down the bed, he sometimes forgets he shouldn’t use shumpo in bed. 

Hands surrounding your wrists, keep you like a prisoner of his imponent beauty and manhood. With arms over your head, and legs spread to let him come closer, you wait for his passion. 

“You might be already wet, mh?” he asks, letting go of one of your hands to pull down your pants. 

He is right, you are indeed wet; by simply looking at him, by simply smelling his perfume, you become crazy, needy, aroused. 

Byakuya is pleased to see your panties -that he specifically chose for you to wear- are indeed already dampened in your arousal, and now, apparently he wants them for you to wet them even more. 

Your shirt ends up lifted up to uncover your tummy, he goes down with kisses that feel like soft butterflies laying upon your skin. Byakuya is both a beast in bed, and also a gentle lover that makes you shiver. 

The captain plants kisses over your panties and sex, inhaling your sweet scent he deeply loves; you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling softly whenever he bites the inner side of your thighs. 

One single finger slides inside you, panties still on, just moved to the side. In and out, just like the way he knows you like it. Exactly the way he knows is perfect. Beckoningly, hitting the upper wall, playing from time to time with your clit. 

However, Byakuya desperately wants to try what he has just seen on that tv, and that still plays in the background. Therefore, he doesn’t want to wait much longer, and perhaps deep inside he prays for your body to be able to suffice such desire. 

“Ride me” he commands -pleads- 

“Y-yes, babe…” you answer back, sure things are about to get messy. 

He flops into the bed, and you crawl on top of him. Hips straddled on his, your hands quickly try unbuttoning his pants. 

“Honestly, your hakama are easier to take off, these modern jeans suck!” you grunt, battling against the buttons. 

“Don’t take them off yet, then. Wet them” he orders. This time his blushed cheeks aren’t because of shame, but because he is absolutely thrilled to make everything as dampened and dirty as possible…. What has gotten into you, Byakuya Kuchiki? Where are your manners as a noble?!

You scoff; then you want them ruined, as well, captain? fine… 

You spread your legs, laying back and letting your ass fall almost at his knees height. Your core in total display for him to see, your fingers moving panties and folds… opened to fulfill this naughty Shinigami’s desires.

“you are lucky we’ve been drinking the whole mini bar when we arrived” you joke, feeling the pressure of your full bladder aching against your other organs. 

“It is not luck if you do everything possible to make it happen” he smirks.

Ah, naughty captain… you planned this, then? 

At first it is a little difficult for you to do it, but soon the first few drops fall from your core making Byakuya bite his inner lip. And then, the stream of semi-transparent rain got not only his jeans and shirt wet, but also everything around. 

Little to no patience he has, as he can’t help himself but touch your core as the golden relief still gushes out. He plays with your clit, getting his forearm as wet as the rest of the things. 

It feels so delicious to push, to relieve yourself and also feel the tingling sensation of his up and down touches on your pleasure button. 

However, Byakuya might not be satisfied yet… 

“Hold it in for a second, please” he begs, unbuttoning the soaked jeans off. His sex being out of such wet prison, ready to impale you as fast as possible. “Come here” 

You crawl again on his crotch, this time letting his sex slide right in. It is difficult as hell not to pee when his hips buck up in a ramming motion. And in fact, you are unable to do so for much longer. 

The pressure of your urine flows out every time he goes in and out of you, making him grunt with noises you’ve rarely listened to before abandoning his mouth. 

His fingertips carve on your ass cheeks, only to get a better grip, and move you faster up and down. 

You can’t even process what exactly is that is making you so incredibly close to an amazing climax, but you let it happen anyway… is it his sex inside you, is it the fact that you have transcended everything and are able to engage in such perverted and dirty acts together? Is it his face of total rapt while fucking you? Is it the splashing sound that mixes with your flesh slapping against each other? Is it him in all its manly glory? Is it everything at the same time? 

Probably… 

“Nghh… do it, inside me… it’s your turn now” you beg, with the twisted idea of having your womb not only full of his soon incoming cum, but also his urine. 

“Y-yes, it’s – nngh…- gonna be difficult- but…” he whines, grunts and all of the things in between as well. Byakuya feels his sex about to explode, but also his bladder… he knew exactly what he was doing when drinking as much as he did. 

It feels warm, warmer. So deliciously hot… the pressure, the way every time he thrusts in you it overflows. 

His forehead sticks to yours when it's not even possible for him to keep going, when he needs to stay a little quiet to finally empty himself into you even before coating your insides with yet another type of relief. 

“This…. ugh…. So good”  “It’s so hot, feels so warm… nghhh….”  “Ye-yes, babe…”

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[godhandler]

seeing you doomscroll at 2am

nanami would be slightly worried, telling you to think of your health and maintain proper sleep schedules (he is a big fat hypocrite because why is he up at 2am doing paperwork). "if you have time to watch asmr cooking videos you better use it productively, honey." he won't actually nag tho because nanami of all people gets that adult life is hard, if these silly videos make you feel a little happy who is he to deny you that? would offer to work in bed so that he can be near you while also making sure that you do sleep.

gojo is probably working hard mid-mission or creating lesson plans lol. at this point in life he doesn't actually know what time people are supposed to sleep. "ooh, im jealous~ send me any fun reels if you find them, 'kay?" if he has no mission (once in a millenia), he's doomscrolling alongside you, pushing his phone in your face now and then to show you smn like 'cat falls from 10th floor, lands on feet!' or a insta post of a woman in a bikini - 'see that would look good on you. or me. we're good looking <3'

shoko wouldn't know. she's dead to the world the second her exhausted and overworked head hits the pillow. she'd put the pieces together when you're still sleeping the next day till noon with your glasses on and phone in hand. wouldn't care that much tbh. chill girlfriends fr.

toji sees you scrolling in the dark when he wakes up at night to pee, will poke his head in to see judge your the kinda shit you waste time on. "the hell are those white boys putting cat ears on for?" or "how many times are ya gonna watch jay park shake ass?" or "tumblr. loser." toji probably pees at 2-3 times per night. idk why. i just know.

kamo doesn't doomscroll. he just doesn't. thinks it's a nasty childish habit, like vaping or interacting with tiktok in any form. pre getting kicked out the clan, i think it would genuinely lower his opinion of you a bit. it's like, he doesn't want himself or his significant other to be that kind of person who doomscrolls till late and sleeps thru work/classes next morning like a slob. post, he wouldn't like it but he can shrug it off. as long as you still wake up on time next morning.

sukuna "this is so stupid. your recommendations suck. you should watch more educational informative videos, news and shit, learn a language instead of wasting your time like this. egirls are ugly."- all while watching your phone with his head over your shoulder. he has opinions on every reel you watch and will make himself heard.

higuruma "what's doomscroll?" this man is pushing 40 and is an introvert. his knowledge of social media is liking his friends' throwback pics on facebook. he'd be interested if you're shopping online, "love, can you order my woollen socks too? please make sure they cover the ankle and isn't more than 30% polyester. thanks, love." but otherwise he's a big 'phones at night harm your brain' kinda guy.

nobara, yuji, megumi all three forward each other reels on a LINE group chat named smn stupid that yuji and nobara agreed upon after much debate, like 'three musketeers (in english to be fancy)' or 'nobara and the dwarves' or 'diaper gang 😛'. yuji sends stuff he thinks others would like (baby duck vids). nobara sends stuff she likes (xiaohongshu fashion inspo). megumi doesn't reply or send much of anything, will leave the group if the other send too much brainrot content but they keep adding him back in. megumi watches mostly reels talking about recent discoveries in outer space and those carpentry videos where the wood just perfectly slides into place and locks together.

choso is a complete phone addict. see he initially didn't understand a lot of human society stuff so he just googled everything he didn't get cuz he's a proud man who doesn't want to bother people with his questions and ended developing a social media addiction lol. types super fast. knows every trending trend on every sm even though he doesn't post anything. he's doomscrolling harder than you.

[99solaris]

home • pezzy

pairing: pezzy x gn!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: if you squint its angst ... fine balance with fluff song pairing: home by michael buble a/n: hello everyone!!! i am new to the frouse / clooless / goons writing community and thought i would throw my two cents into the bucket of writers. currently not taking requests since i am balancing studies next to this - maybe in the future (hopefully!) - i hope whoever reads enjoys it!!! feedback is always appreciated (:

The house always seemed to feel so much bigger when there wasn’t a second person to fill it. Evenings felt longer when the only sound to accompany you was the TV playing some random show and the added purring from Sly on your lap. It felt like life was put in slow motion, yet, you were still moving forward in real time. You feel slightly embarrassed for how much you actually miss him, even though he had only left the day before.

Max had agreed to go to Vegas for a boys trip over the weekend. He had talked about wanting to go back for months, frequently making jokes about how he ‘’needs to gamble’’ and ‘’I can hear the machines calling my name’’. All light fun with laughs and rolling of eyes. Muttering a low ‘’So is therapy’’ in response, earning an over the top shocked response from Max and a loud ‘’How dare you!’’.

When he was leaving, he nearly clinged on you for dear life. ‘’Remember to keep an eye on Sly,’’ he mentions, arms keeping a tight hold around your waist as he’s scanning the area behind you, ‘’Don’t let him out.’’ ‘’As if I have ever done that,’’ you respond, giving a soft shove to his shoulder and a quiet giggle. ‘’I’ll text you when I get there,’’ he says, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your lower back, ‘’And I’ll text you before I go to bed, when I go pee, when I am eating-’’ he says, rambling on before he shuts up when you place a kiss on his lips. ‘’Just send me a text when you can, just so I know that you’re alive, idiot,’’ you murmured against his lips. He hums in agreement before his lips leave yours, only to pepper gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, his eyelashes tickling your skin. ‘’Go, Max,’’ you giggle as he teasingly starts kissing down your neck, ‘’you have a plane to catch, yeah?’’. ‘’Just one more kiss,’’ he says, ‘’and then I go.’’ You shake your head and let him press the last kiss on your lips, gently squeezing you as if when he lets go, you would disappear. His hold on your waist slowly releases as he picks up his bags and slings them over his shoulder, shoulders slump as he gives an actor worthy dramatic sigh before turning around to leave. It’s only 3 days, how bad can it be?

Actually unbearable for the both of you - and so for his friends. They’ve implemented a rule that Max is not allowed to mention you within the first hour of being in Vegas, others have started betting on how long he can hold it in. ‘’Hey, I know you love them, dude,’’ Puffer says at some point, hands rubbing at his face, ‘’but can you please, please, just talk about something else?’’. The group laughs at the comment as Max can’t do anything but blush, scratching his neck and accepts the teasing he’s going to endure.

On the other side, you sit at home and scroll your Instagram feed, rather mindless as you don’t seem to be caught up in anything in front of you. A day has passed since Max left and it would be a lie if you said it hadn’t been hard falling asleep without him next to you. Most of Day 2 of ‘’Waiting for my Husband (Max) to return from war (Vegas)’’ was spent texting back and forth funny bits they had seen through the day, pictures of pure devastation and jubilations of wins and losses.

Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Just lost 200 dollars’’ Babe<3: ‘’Guess we’ll be eating bread and beans for the rest of the month’’ Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Trust the process, babe’’.

It lifted your mood whenever the notification ding would sound. For those small seconds it would feel like he was in the room down the hall, streaming, sending you texts about if you wanted to make some dinner (together, of course, as he always makes sure to note) or if you should order out. But he’s not. He’s somewhere too far away, probably hyping up Droid to go all-in on a bet, only for him to most likely lose it all. 

Cleaning up after making dinner, having given Sly her food as well, giving her some head scratches before she digs in, you hear your phone ring. You don’t even bother looking at who is calling, since you already know who it is.

‘’Hey Max,’’ you say, a smile on your face already forming, ‘’you need any lunch money?’’ you joke, earning a laugh from his side of the phone. ‘’No, no, I’ve actually won the money back I lost!’’ he says, answering the question from earlier, ‘’but I actually called to say that,’’ he continues before a heavy sigh leaves his lips, ‘’to say that I miss you.’’ ‘’I miss you too, Max,’’ you respond, ‘’like, a stupid amount.’’ ‘’I didn’t think I would miss you this much either,’’ he says, quickly continuing, ‘’but I do! I do miss you, a lot, like a parking lot.’’ A silly inside joke you’ve created early in the relationship. The call goes on, sharing more stories of what has happened, at various points you can hear the boys yell in the background, sometimes they would be on the phone and you got to hear each point of view of the story. Listening and responding as well as possible, even though a knot is forming in your stomach from wishing he was home instead and telling all these stories, curled up in his arms, hearing his heartbeat and the warmth of his body against yours. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the line has gone quiet. Max notices you haven’t responded in a while.

‘’What are you thinking about, babe?’’ he questions, making you return to the present. You fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, trying to suppress the stomach feeling as you utter a small, ‘’I wish you were home, Max.’’. It’s quiet again before you hear him sigh. ‘’I wish I was there too,’’ he responds as you can hear him move around, probably to get away from the attention of the boys. You look around the living room, how the sun is starting to set, casting soft shadows in the living room. If you imagine hard enough, you can nearly see Max walk around the room, fresh out of bed in only his pajama pants with Sly running after him. It brings a small smile to your face, reminiscing those many mornings you’ve had together. Though, it’s cut short as small sniffles break the silence. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you ask quietly and he laughs half-heartedly. ‘’It’s so stupid, isn’t it?’’ he says with a sharp inhale, ‘’It’s only been a day without you and it’s like I’m having withdrawals.’’

‘’I’m your Vegas slot machine now,’’ you try and joke, and it lands since he’s laughing on the other end. ‘’Yeah,’’ he says, ‘’yeah, you’re my slot machine and you are calling my name right now.’’ ‘’What are the voices saying?’’ you ask. ‘’That I come home,’’ he responds, a break before he continues, ‘’But I can’t right now,’’ he says and you can nearly hear him carting his hand through his hair, ‘’the boys would be so pissed if I did.’’

‘’Do what you think is right,’’ you reply, ‘’but don’t come home for me. If you want to come home early, it should be because you want to, Max.’’ He’s quiet, probably chewing on his lip, thinking the possibilities through. It has gotten dark outside since you’ve started the call, hours having passed by so easy. ‘’I’ll think about it, okay?’’ he says, ‘’I can’t promise anything-’’ ‘’And that’s alright. Text me when you know anything, ok?’’ you quickly interrupt him. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to and he knows that. ‘’You know that I love you, right?’’ he comments, hearing his smile through the phone. ‘’I love you too, Max,’’ you respond before you both agree to end the call. 

And so you wait. Moving from the living room to the bedroom. Waiting hours laying in bed. You don’t want to fall asleep in case he calls or texts. But your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, turning into a battle between you and your eyes to stay awake, since the rest of your body is ready to sleep. You look at your phone one last time. 3:48 in the morning. No messages, no calls.

Eventually, you fall asleep against your will.

When you wake up, it’s bright outside. Sitting up in bed, you check your phone and still nothing from him. You open your phone and are about to send him a message, when you hear a click. The pitter patter of Sly’s paws against the floor, the thump of something heavy landing on the floor, the floor starting to creak under the weight, footsteps nearing the bedroom and the door opens. 

‘’I missed you too much.’’

[xxgoldie]

for your event: can I request seth and q, p, z please? tysm!!

i've been on such a seth kick recently for some reason so i'm taking any excuse to write for him main event page - event masterlist

P: PDA - do they like PDA? how do they react to it from you? When it comes to more innocent, basic PDA, Seth is all for it. Hand holding, hugs, light kisses, compliments and petnames, it's all stuff that makes him really happy whether you're in private or in public. He likes when people can tell at a glance that the two of you are together, and besides, he's such an earnest and straight-forward guy - he's not trying to put on a persona to anyone, he loves you a lot and isn't going to deny himself the pleasure of your affection. But with every step past the basics, he gets even more flustered. He won't ever stop you (unless you catch him on patrol and you're feeling mischievous) because he definitely enjoys it, but he's blushing like an idiot and completely forgets what he was saying. Kiss him with tongue in public, or heaven forbid in front of his coworkers, he becomes a puddle of a man; can't help but melt into the kiss but the fact you're in public is in the back of his mind so he's bright red when you pull away, tries to start like twenty sentences at once but just gets out some garbled sound, tries to give you an annoyed look but he just ends up looking lovesick and pleading (which is exactly how he feels, he could never get annoyed at you, especially not within thirty seconds of your lips on his)

Q: Quirk - what's a little oddity / beige flag they have in relationships? When the two of you are hanging out around the house, Seth has a tendency to follow you around. It'll basically always happen when you're having a conversation, where you can walk around and he'll follow you while talking, but a lot of the time it'll be just when the two of you are just sitting together doing your own separate thing and you get up to do something. He just has an instinct to be where you are, even if he's still scrolling on his phone while doing it. It's cute most of the time, but sometimes you'll need the toilet and he'll trail after you, barely paying attention until you stop and stare at him until he snaps out of it and realises that he's standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Then he'll get out of the way and let you pee in peace.

Z: Zzzzzzz - how do they sleep with you? what's it like to share a bed with them? Seth sleeps pretty peacefully, but also pretty lightly. Between his job keeping him aware of his surroundings and being a cat Thiren, a proper deep sleep is quite rare for him. He sleeps deeper with you, though, the comfort (both physical and psychological) of having you beside him lulls him into full relaxation. However, if you move around a lot in your sleep, he will likely at least partially wake up from it - though he is one of those lucky sods that can fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, so as soon as you're settled and comfortable again he'll doze back off like nothing happened. When it comes to sleeping positions he's basically happy as long as he's holding you, but if he had to choose, it'd be when you're facing each other, legs intertwined and his face nuzzled into your hair; the smell of your shampoo and your soft breath on his collarbone being the first and last thing he experiences every day makes him smile immensely, to the point it's not uncommon for you to wake up to him almost grinning in his sleep.

[lilypadlys]

Some assorted ghoul headcanons

If Phantom falls asleep on your lap, prepare to be there a while. Part of it is cat logic: if the cat sits on your lap you sooner die than move. The other part is the fact that Phantom sleeps like the dead. Once he’s asleep, you could literally tip him onto the floor and he wouldn’t wake up. His packmates have had to get creative. The time Phantom cozied up onto Cumulus’ lap while she was crocheting she just barely was able to grab her yarn ball out of the way. Before she could so much as sigh, he conked out. With his middle splayed over her lap, cheek smushed into a throw pillow, and legs on the opposite armrest; there was absolutely no easy way to ease out from under him. With a sigh she just stuck her yarn ball on one of his horns and got back to her project.

When Aether does the dishes, he purposely puts Dew’s favorite mug on the top shelf. Aether does it so he can watch the way the fire ghoul’s back arches and his shirt rides up when he grabs it for his coffee in the mornings. Better still when Dew wanders into the kitchen in just his boxers or sleep pants. Dew knows Aether does it on purpose and in retaliation he puts Aether’s mug in the bottom cabinets so Aether has to bend down to get it and Dew can enjoy the view of his ass.

When first summoned, fire ghouls drink way too much water all the time. The area of the pits they come from is hot and dry so any potable drinking water is to be consumed on sight because one never knows how long they’ll have to go without or who they’ll have to fight for it. As a result, every newly summoned fire ghoul will be territorial about their drinks and down buckets of water like their life depends on it. They end up going through a period of learning how much water their body actually needs and that that water is always going to be available. Omega had to explain to Ifrit several times that “No, it’s not normal to pee that much”, “Please, stop drinking out of the sink”, and “Please stop hissing when someone else uses the Brita”. Dew is quite happy to have missed that phase.

Quintessence ghoul’s have a strange affinity for bananas. Aether adores them in any form. Omega keeps a jar of banana flavored hard candies on his desk in the infirmary. Phantom likes the taste but not the texture. However, the day Cumulus baked banana nut bread, Phantom was in love. Whenever she makes it, she has to make two batches; one for Phantom and one for the rest of the pack (which they have to hide) when Phantom quickly demolishes his stash.

Sunshine often gets a huge burst of energy right before bed. Her packmates have gotten up for a late night snack or water to find her rearranging her bedroom furniture, cleaning the pantry, or even simply having a dance party in the common room in an attempt to tire herself out. On those nights, whoever finds her will make sure she brushes her teeth, gives her a few melatonin, and drags her back to bed with them. Fortunately the melatonin usually knocks her out and she’s able to sleep the rest of the night.

[copperbadge]

Okay, I'm home. The cats informed me that I smelled like a lot of fascinating new things.

I have showered and put on pyjamas and eaten dinner, drank some water, petted kitties, and now I'm in bed reflecting on the day. That was wild.

I don't think I'll do another run anytime soon. It's not overly physically taxing, but it can involve an amount of discomfort from sitting on the train benches and limited access to bathrooms. I know it seems like I'm obsessing about the peeing but it's more that I know how shitty Chicago is culturally about making public restrooms available. Also I drink like three liters of water a day. I spent most of today mildly dehydrated compared to usual because I only carried so much water with me.

Mostly it was mentally taxing. Calculating odds of one shortcut over another, keeping alert for announcements, navigating strange stations. And managing the swings between that and long empty stretches where nothing happens.

I would like to shore up some weak points in the route. There are one or two places where "a delay that would really screw me" was highly likely, and only averted through luck. The big one is that 54B bus from Midway to 54th/Cermak -- it's the only bus going in the right direction, but it also wasn't running full timetable service and wasn't going to where it should have. The 318 from Forest Park was also exclusive and unreliable but that one was walkable in a pinch.

Intra-terminus transfers went great, though, and most of the trains were either right around my estimate timewise, or slightly faster. Truly I could not have worked the transit system with such finesse when I first moved here and kept getting on the wrong train at Belmont.

I will post up some more stats, the spreadsheet (it needs an explanation rubric) and a document with all the posts in it, but it might be a minute because I have a crammed weekend and an executive function disorder. I did check my transit history and I'm pleased to say I only spent $9.75 on fares today, three full fares and two transfers. Not too bad.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for taking pictures of my sister's house and not deleting them?

I (25f) and my adopted sister L (also 25) have grown up together since we were babies and are extremely close. I truly love her and want the best for her.

She has been married for 5 years to D (25m). They dated since they were 18 and got married at 20. I never had an issue with him except at times I thought he was immature. They have a kid together who is adorable and about to turn 3.

However, as they have been married i have an issue with him. I don't hate anyone, but he is highest on my shit list. Not an exhaustive list but he has (and I want to make this clear THESE ARE THINGS I HAVE WITNESSED I AM NOT LISTING THINGS SHE ONLY HAS TOLD ME ABOUT):

Whenever they argue yells at her. Even in front of guests (ahem me). She'll yell back and then he gets upset she is "raising her voice" at him, when he started it.

He won't let her get a job. He has canceled her applications for jobs before. She has sold some stuff online until he sold the materials she used to make things. Her only "income" is if he decides to give her an allowance and transfer money from his account to hers (please note they have BOTH their names on the accounts but one is considered hers one his). If she takes money from his account he gets mad. Bills, groceries, etc. Come from "her" account

Was always sweet but now uses her as jokes to his friends. Demeans her in front of them.

They move a state over after they got married, almost 5 hours away. Doable in one day, but many don't like to do it. Since being married, she has effectively not seen any of her friends except when they come into town to visit. I have went to visit her and one of her friends did, that friend confided they did not feel comfortable or welcome. That doesn't bother me cause personally I don't give a shit what D thinks and am there for my sister and nephew. But I have overheard D talk bad about all her friends, even me, snd encourage her not to talk to them.

The two friends she has made in the area D has told her to drop because they are "bad influences". The worst thing one has done was medical Marijuana that was prescribed to them. Not sure how they are bad except they've encouraged her to get a job and be more independent

D decided to get a cat, which my sister has a known allergy to. She didn't want the cat, but D brought it home. It has absolutely zero training and has destroyed their home. It pees everywhere, including my nephew's bed. It hates absolutely everyone except D, even attacking my sister for sitting on the couch next to D. D refuses to get rid of the thing even though it has scratched my sister and nephew multiple times and my nephew is afraid of it

Of course, there's more, but those are all things I have witnessed. The last part is what prompted me to take pictures of the bed that was peed on, the scratches on the kid and my sister. My sister showed me texts of her begging D to get rid of the cat and to me it seemed he threatened her, so I took a picture of that.

I personally believe D is an abusive prick. Definitely financially and emotionally, but not physically unless you consider neglect or him keeping the cat. He has never once hit my nephew or my sister that I have seen, and she has never stated he has. My sister has talked about leaving but then goes back to him, and I know on the outside it seems clear to me what to do but I know there is a cycle of abuse. When she is ready to leave him, she knows she can come to me and our parents.

However, D found out I took the photos. He called me drunk and extremely irate, but he didn't explicitly threaten me. It was implied. He called me an asshole, which is what made me think of this. He told me to delete the photos and that upon me doing so, he will get couples therapy.

On one hand I know they need therapy. On the other, what's to prove he will do this after I do that? My sister is begging me to delete the photos because she believes if they have therapy things will improve.

To be specific: D wants to be there when I delete them and make sure they are gone and to me that just proves how bad of a person he is because he doesn't want any evidence of any wrongdoing. My sister has sent me multiple texts and I know she has been trying to make a way for things in case it does go south, but she is afraid the inlaws will attempt for custody because apparently the inlaws have a bit of money and know the judge in our area. I dont want these photos to be used against her either...

AITA for not deleting them?

What are these acronyms?