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kikiwritesfanfic · 8 months

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Tainted Magic, Tainted Blood - Chapter Two

A "The Sun and Moon Show" AU x Reader

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The rest of the Spring Masquerade Ball went exactly as Princess Y/N expected it to. She was approached by countless maidens, all asking her endless questions about her engagement. They bombarded her with their own opinions about the marriage, begged to be invited, and even expressed their jealousy of her for getting the opportunity.

By the time Eclipse offered for them to take their leave, she was so relieved she almost hugged him on the spot. Social events could be fun when she wanted them to be, but after the day she'd had, there was nothing more she wanted to do than curl up in her bed and sleep.

Eclipse offered to walk her back to her chambers, but she politely refused. He tried to insist, but she only doubled down in assuring him that she was more than capable of handling walking to the same room she's been in her whole life. He watched her as she walked away, irritation souring any ounce of positivity he may have had left.

"Why is she so stubborn?" he asked aggressively, not really knowing if he wanted an answer from his advisor or not. Still, Solar Flare gave his opinion anyways.

"I have a theory, actually, sir. If you don't mind." Eclipse stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to continue. "I don't think this is a matter that should be discussed in the corridor, though."

And with that, the two of them headed back to Eclipse's study, Solar Flare ordering the guard at the door the same way he always did. Once the door shut, Solar made his way over to the desk that Eclipse took to sitting at. "Sir, I am led to believe that while the star may have erased the memories of the past, it didn't erase the feelings associated with those memories."

Eclipse looked up at Solar Flare, blinking in confusion. "Go on," he said, leaning backwards and pulling his leg up to rest on his knee.

"Well, originally you thought that by erasing Sun and Moon from the princess's memories, she would simply move on from how she felt. You changed the past she knew, but only through her memories. Every instance of her spending time with the twins is either erased, or manipulated to seem as though you were the one with her instead of them. Thus, you're the only one that she'd spent all of her teenage years with. But for some reason, she doesn't treat you as if that were the case.

"Tonight, when Moon showed up, she seemed to have no recollection of who he was, but they still instantaneously... clicked," he continued, bringing up his hands and interlacing his fingers to visualize his statement. "That leads me to believe that while she might not remember the past in her mind, it is her heart that still remembers everything."

Eclipse stayed in his position, rubbing his finger beneath his nose as he stayed deep in thought. Could that even be possible? He rewrote everything, he thought. Every ounce of memory that Princess Y/N had about Sun and Moon was changed so that he was the one she had fallen in love with. But even with that, he couldn't make her actively be in love with him now. It would make her indifference to him make a lot more sense, actually...

That damn blood demon, Eclipse thought angrily, now moving to stand from his chair. He had been told that the star could grant every wish imaginable. But now here he was, finding out about some stupid contingency with feelings.

"Get the room set up," he ordered Solar Flare, turning to the bookshelf behind him and pulling out the book of blood magic. He flipped through the pages until he found the one the BloodMoon had scribbled a different spell for how to summon him, now that he was blood-bound to him. Solar pushed the desk back slightly, drew the curtains, and rolled the carpet up to place at the bottom of the door to the study.

Eclipse stood in the center of the room and held the book up so he could read the spell correctly the first time, while Solar Flare stepped off to the side and out of harm's way.

"Infra peto mundum

Afferte mihi sanguinem lunam

Semina mortis insuta"

And just as he had when he summoned the demon the first time, Eclipse felt a surge of power flow through him - although it wasn't anywhere near as strong. The room was illuminated in a red glow, and then the same low, guttural laugh sounded from behind him.

"You summon us again already? Have things already gone that poorly for you, Little Eclipse?" the demon mocked. Eclipse rolled his eyes and placed a hand to his temple.

"BloodMoon," he warned, closing the book and turning to where the sound of the demon's voice came from. He didn't see the red figure anywhere though. "I'm really not in the mood for one of your stupid games."

"Little Eclipse, you wound us!" the voice said from the other side of the room now, making Eclipse spin back to face the fireplace. "We play no games when it comes to serious matters. Yeah, no games at all."

Eclipse still couldn't see the demon, even as his eyes now frantically searched every dark corner of the room. He was about to give another (more aggressive) warning when he heard Solar Flare make a strangled sound from behind him. He turned and felt his entire body go rigid as he laid eyes upon BloodMoon standing on the desk, holding one of Solar's arms above him, high enough that Solar was almost completely off of the ground. The demon's black nails were digging into Solar's arm, drawing small beads of red from where he broke skin. BloodMoon's starred eyes were watching hungrily as the blood trailed down, before it turned to look at Eclipse with a devious smile on its face.

"You gift us a full sacrifice today, Little Eclipse?" it asked, not breaking eye contact as it brought its free hand up to swipe the dripping blood from Solar's arm. It then brought its stained finger to its mouth and lapped the blood up desperately. Eclipse seemed to break from his stupor at the sight and glared at the demon, crossing his arms as Solar made another pained sound as he pleaded with his eyes for Eclipse to do something.

"No," he stated bluntly, which only made BloodMoon laugh. "I have no sacrifices for you today. You lied to me."

"Lied to you?" BloodMoon questioned, tilting its head to the side and releasing Solar Flare from its grip. Solar fell to the ground and immediately pulled his hurt arm to his chest, watching on in fear as the demon jumped down from the desk and approached Eclipse slowly. Its crazed expression and inability to stand still made BloodMoon look like a predator stalking its prey. "There are many things we do, Little Eclipse," it said. "But lying isn't one of them."

Eclipse scoffed. "Oh really? Don't play stupid with me," he pressured. "You told me that the star would grant any of my wishes, and yet that's not the case, is it?" The demon only smiled more wickedly.

"Little Eclipse, Little Eclipse," it teased, pacing around him. "Omitting details and lying are not the same thing." BloodMoon flinched at Eclipse, laughing again when Eclipse stepped back nervously. It then pointed to the red book still in his hands. "You hold the rulebook, plain and simple. Now give us blood, we want triple!"

Eclipse faltered for a moment, trying to piece together his thoughts. He lifted the book of blood magic to quickly flip through its pages, skimming for anything having to do with his current situation, while BloodMoon continued to demand a sacrifice. He reached the end of the book without so much as seeing a single thing about the star, so he rounded on BloodMoon again, his frustration with the day catching up to him.

"Enough!" he cried out, throwing the book in BloodMoon's direction. The demon dodged it easily and turned back to Eclipse with an unreadable expression. Eclipse didn't care, though. He advanced towards the demon, jabbing an angry finger into its chest. Solar made a sound of disagreement behind them, but was ignored as Eclipse spoke. "You're going to fix this for me."

BloodMoon blinked a few times, shocked by the pure audacity of Eclipse to yell at a literal demon. But then it hunched down slightly and backed away from him, looking like an animal getting ready to pounce on its prey. "You expect us to clean up your mistakes? No way, that's no fun. No fun at all," it said, hopping from foot to foot. "We want blood! Give us blood!"

Eclipse paused, an idea forming in his head. There may be a way to get himself what he wanted, and to also get the demon what it wanted... BloodMoon would get its blood, Sun and Moon would be no more, and Y/N would be forced to look at him as his savior-

He smiled, releasing the tension he had been holding between his shoulders as he wandered away to pick the book back up. He dusted it off before continuing. "You're right, BloodMoon. I promised you royal blood, and I've been holding it just out of reach this entire time," he said in a sickly sweet voice that made Solar force himself to stand, probably to interject. But BloodMoon beat him to it, pausing his bouncing to tilt his head skeptically at Eclipse.

"Right you have, Little Eclipse. We do not like being forced to wait," the demon said, narrowing its eyes. Eclipse turned and began pacing, continuing to form his plan as he spoke.

"You do like blood - that much I know." BloodMoon made a sound of approval. "But," Eclipse continued on. "I also know that you like chaos that much more. It's written in your very history." He held up the book of blood magic to emphasize his point. "What if... I allowed you to kidnap the princess?"

Solar Flare made his presence known aggressively by clearing his throat like a teacher trying to calm a rowdy classroom of disobedient children before speaking. "Sir, if I may-"

"Silence, advisor," Eclipse interrupted, glaring back at him before turning back to the demon now shaking with blood lust. Solar teetered on his feet, exhaustion from the day catching up to him as well now. He pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, still clutching his hurt arm as Eclipse continued.

"You kidnap the princess, but you do not touch her yet." He rounded on BloodMoon as he made his conditions clear, earning an annoyed sound from the demon. He continued his pacing, placing a finger to his chin in thought. "But worry not, you will get your blood. As I will send my dearest brothers off to 'save' her from you." A deranged smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he visualizes Sun and Moon's final moments. "You can do with them as you please. Then I will show up, fake killing you, and she'll have no choice but to view me differently. As far as she would know, I had saved her life."

Solar Flare tilts his head down in disapproval, but watches on in silence as BloodMoon mirrors Eclipse's crazed look. "You make a dangerous game of your beloved, Little Eclipse," it warned. "But games are fun, sick and slaughter! Your princess shall be next, she is fodder!"

Eclipse dropped the book and without a moment of hesitation, rushed towards BloodMoon, pressing the demon against the nearest wall with enough force that it shook a few books off of the closest shelf. "I swear, if you so much as lay a finger on her," he threatened darkly, his expression reading that of someone who would burn the world down for Y/N. "There will be hell to pay."

BloodMoon merely laughed maniacally. "Oh Little Eclipse, what kind of demon do you take us for?" The two stood there for a while longer, a battle of trust and betrayal in their eyes as they both maintained eye contact. Finally, Eclipse backed off of BloodMoon, walking back over to the crimson-covered book and inspecting it in his hands as if he merely dropped it on a summer stroll.

"You can find her in her personal chambers if you wish to take her now," he said, keeping his back turned towards the demon. "But know that I will be watching you."

With that, BloodMoon cackled and seemingly disappeared from sight, the red glow in the study fading away until nothing but the flicker of candlelight illuminated the space. Eclipse turned and approached the bookshelf behind his desk to put the book away. Solar Flare stood, still clutching his arm. "You will not find the satisfaction you seek by killing your brothers," he said plainly, staring at the back of Eclipse's head as he froze, hand still on the book he was just sliding into place. He changed his mind and pulled the book back out, flipping through the pages determinedly before stopping on a spell page. He looked up at Solar Flare with anger in his eyes before repeating the words on the page rather quickly.

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Y/N let out a sigh of relief and stretched her arms high above her head as she stared at the heap of her ballgown that now resided on the floor of her bedchambers. While she always enjoyed dressing up for balls and other recreational activities she had to participate in because of her status, nothing compared to the feeling of taking it all off afterwards.

She wandered to her washroom slowly, continuing to stretch her limbs along the way. A warm bath had already been drawn for her per her earlier request to her chambermaid, coating the air in the smell of lavender with soft notes of lemon. She discarded her undergarments and hurried into the bath, sighing again as she slipped into the comforting warmth of the soapy water.

The princess allowed her mind to drift through the events of the day lazily, not taking much energy to dwindle on any one subject in too much detail. She wanted so badly to unpack what Solar Flare was going on about the next time that she got the opportunity to speak to him. She had her doubts about Eclipse actually being in love with her, just as she had earlier. But now they were more set in stone.

Although she had tossed around the idea on her walk back to her personal chambers if maybe the emotion she couldn't read on his face after her magnificent dance with that stranger had been... jealousy.

She wouldn't put it past Eclipse to pull a stunt like that just so that he could put an end to something that was out of his control. But she didn't understand why he cared so much. She was already engaged to him. Did that mean she wasn't allowed to dance with any other partners at any of the social gatherings she was expected to dance at?

Y/N sighed, shifting in the tub so that only her head remained just above the bubbles and blew at some of them. They detached from the pile and floated up into the air, drifting through the space above her slowly. It felt as though everything the princess was so sure of was starting to crumble before her eyes. There wasn't anything she could do to change Eclipse - she was sure of that much at least. But she wished he would act more like how she remembered he acted when they were younger.

But how had he even acted when they were younger? The princess recalled his mention of those dance lessons he told her about earlier, but she still had no recollection of ever participating in any with him. She had no memory of even participating in any at all, despite the knowledge of how to dance being fairly evident in her mind. She felt another headache tug at the back of her head, but she was determined to try to remember anything about this event.

Y/N closed her eyes and tipped her head back into the warm water to try to ease some of the tension forming while still digging through her memories to find a single time she went to a dance lesson. Her lips parted as she began to actually pant from the strain, beginning to see stars as her head screamed for her to stop. But she caught a scent- or rather an amalgamation of smells - that brought a blur of colors to the forefront of her mind. She gasped and sat up suddenly, splashing water over the edge of her tub as she nursed the back of her head.

Yellow. And blue. She could remember a blur of the two colors - a soft yellow that swirled and danced energetically around her like a flame in the wind. She was swept away by it eagerly, and she remembers laughing. Lots of laughing. And the blue... A dark void that was swift and practiced as it engulfed her in a spiral of disciplined movements. She remembers the feelings associated with it being nothing short of positive, and as she focused on it, she swore her heart skipped a beat or two.

But then there was nothing. She remembered the colors, the laughing, the way her heart raced, and that was it. And now she had a splitting headache.

Y/N rubbed her temples to try to ease the pain before deciding she was done with her bath. She stood slowly and reached for one of the towels, wrapping her hair up to dry before reaching for another and drying her body. She wandered out of the washroom, thankful that she hadn't yet lit any candles as she searched her wardrobe for a nightgown.

Why did remembering her past bring her so much pain? Was she cursed? Did other people have the same issues when they thought too deeply about something they couldn't remember?

Question after question formed in her mind as she dressed herself. Maybe she could pester Solar Flare tomorrow with her incessant curiosities - that is, if he wasn't angry at her for snapping at him earlier. Guilt, paired with the exhaustion of the day weighed down the princess's shoulders as she lit a few of her candles and then made her way to her balcony. She looked up at the moon and felt another pang of an unrecognizable emotion pulling at the back of her mind. She couldn't place why, of course, which only made sorrow begin to take residence in her heart.

How long Y/N stayed looking at the moon dolefully was quickly forgotten as a slow laugh sounded from behind her. It clung to the shadowed corner of her room where the glow from the few candles she did light didn't reach, making her blood run cold. "Is there someone there?" she called out, inching back through the door to her balcony apprehensively. For a moment she questioned if she imagined it, grabbing one of her lit candles and approaching the darkened area of her room. She couldn't see anything out of place.

But then her steps stilled as one red star and one white star stared at her from the inky blackness. She couldn't will her body to move, frozen in fear as the same laugh sounded from in front of her.

"Princess, princess, scared to the bone. Staring in fear at the figure unknown," the shadow mused. Its voice both sounded as if it was taunting her and attempting to serenade her. Y/N's eyes widened as a red and black humanoid frame stepped into the light, smiling deceptively as she instinctively took a step back. "Alas, we finally meet," it continued, closing the gap between it and the princess in record time. It placed a black-clawed finger beneath the princess's chin, starred eyes taking in her appearance excitedly. "We shall have loads of fun together, pretty red."

Y/N dropped the candle she was holding and screamed.

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A/N: Okay, so! I am currently writing chapter six as this one goes up, and when I tell you that my writing for this story has improved greatly-

Like I came back to read this chapter and do some final edits before posting and my lordy, y'all don't even know what's coming your way hahahah

As always, likes, comments, kudos, and reposts are greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay sweet, my lovelies~

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danversxluthor · 10 months

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The Super Blues (Pt. 4) -- REWRITE

Kara nearly broke the sound barrier as she flew to Alex’s location on the bridge. Alex was crouched down pulling her jacket over the blond girl who was shivering curled up in a ball up against the bridge railing. The girl was a far cry from the lively niece Alex had seen grow up before her very eyes.

“Sweetheart, we’ve been so worried. You’re not in any trouble, we just want to help Lori.” Lori didn’t respond, she just continued to shiver with her face tucked into her knees.

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Where am I? was the first thought that came to Lori as she started feeling the world around her once again. It was as if she was waking from a trance. Her body felt foreign. The shivering teen could hear her aunt’s familiar voice but was still feeling rather disoriented.

The teen’s shivering got worse the more aware the teen got. As the blood started rushing back to her, Lori remembered the events of the day -- but the walk was all a blur.

Did she really ditch school? Oh no - it was real! I missed class! Oh roa - jeju and mom are going to be so mad. Every thought of failure and disappointment swarmed Lori’s mind. She felt like she was suffocating and desperately tried to catch her breath. She tried to claw at her neck and chest, shrugging her aunt’s warm jacket off in the process.

“Lori, hey, just breath kiddo.” Alex tried to get the young teen to calm herself to no avail.

Kara’s heart was broken at seeing her little girl shivering with Alex crouched down trying to calm the teen. The super landed as gently as she could so as not to startle the pair. Lori was so overwhelmed that she didn’t hear the soft thud of boots hitting the ground. Alex looked up and gave Kara a nod and moved to make room for Kara.

“Lor,” Kara gently says as she crouches down to where her daughter is on the ground, “Lori, hey, its ok. You’re ok.” But, Lori doesn't seem to hear her. Kara is no stranger to panic attacks. She’s experienced several of her own and had to talk Lena through attacks in the past.

“Breath Lori, just listen to my voice and breath.” Kara says as calmly as she possibly can. Kara continues her message, and solely Lori starts to calm herself.

When Lori is finally out of the fog of panic, she’s reminded why she is here and why her Jeju is here. Her Jeju should be out saving other people, people who really need help, but instead Lori had to let her own problems take front and center. She should be stronger than this - she’s a Davers-Luthor after all. The shame and guilt hung over the teen - she couldn’t even look her Jeju in the eye.

“Lori, hey kiddo, is it ok if I pick you up?” Kara wanted nothing more than to wrap her daughter in her cape and rush her home to Lena to be checked out, but she also knew Lori was in a fragile state. The teen nodded her ascent, and they were off toward home.

“I’ve got you, Lor.” Kara lifted Lori gently off the ground and immediately Lori clung to her Jeju, still shaking from the cold.

“Just take deep breaths. Let's get you home.” Kara warped her cape around the freezing teen before lifting off. By the time the pair landed on the balcony, Lori was in a restless, shivering sleep in her Jeju’s arms.

“Oh, thank roa,” Lena swung the balcony doors open letting the cold night air and Kara come straight through.

“What– is she– what happened? Is she hurt?” a million questions and scenarios of what could have happened were running through the CEO’s mind. Kara carefully set their daughter on the couch but was stuck when she realized Lori still had her cape in a death grip.

“She’s freezing cold, Lee. Can you grab a few blankets to get her warmed up?” Kara asked in a calm voice, trying to bring Lena down from her anxiety. Kara gently releases her cape from Lori’s grip and starts piling on warm blankets.

When they get Lori setted, Lena askes once again for details of what happened out there. But before Kara could answer, the young blond turned over and started to stir.

“Jeju? Mom?” Lori said in a tired groggy voice.

“Lori, hey baby.” Lena said gently brushing blond hair from Lori’s sweaty forehead.

“What–?” Lori felt out of place, not in her body but also not out of her body. She didn’t even know what questions to ask. Kara and Lena looked at each other with worry. They didn’t have a handbook for this situation. They didn’t quite know what this situation was.

“It's ok, Lor. You’re safe.” Kara sat next to her daughter and pulled the blanket Lori had previously pushed off back up the teen’s arm.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Lena asked in full doctor mode. Sure, she wanted to know what happened and why Lori ran off, but Lori’s health was a more pressing matter at the moment. The young blonde was silent for a long moment, taking stock of her body and her surroundings.

“I-- I’m-- I--” Lori stuttered. She didn’t know how she felt. Numb, alien, dreaming, wrong -- these were all Lori’s feelings but they weren’t the right answer. Lori had already put her moms through hell, she needed to give the right answer. So, Lori settled for the next best thing - deflect. “I’m sorry.” Lori said flatly.

“Lori, we’re not mad. We just want to help. Please let us help you.” Kara begged, brushing a stray blond hair from Lori’s face.

Oh, no. I gave the wrong answer. I’m so stupid. How to fix this? How to fix this? All my fault. So weak. Lori’s mind was spiraling once again. She felt her chest tightening again. The blanket was all of the sudden boa constrictor, getting tighter and tighter.

Kara could hear the uptick in Lori’s heartbeat and quickly stepped in to calm her daughter.

“Its ok, Lor. Just breath. In and out.” Lori closed her eyes and listened to her Jeju’s calming voice. The teen started to come down and exhaustion was once again taking over. Lena and Kara decided not to press Lori any further. This discussion could wait for another day. Right now, Lori needed rest.

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After Kara carried their oldest to bed, she returned to her own bedroom to find Lena still at work on her tablet. “What are you doing babe? You should get some rest. We have to be up in a few hours anyway.”

“I just need to understand what happened out there.” Lena looked up at her wife. “What was she doing out there?”

“I don’t know. Alex found her halfway across the bridge.” Kara took a deep breath, remembering the sight of the small blonde curled up against the bridge railing. “She didn’t say much. She just seemed tired and cold… and scared.” Kara ran her hands through her hair, completely at a loss for what to do next when there were so many unanswered questions.

“The surveillance videos aren’t very helpful either. She just walks and walks. I don’t get it.” Lena rubbed at her tired eyes.

“I think we need to get some rest. We won’t get anywhere until we talk to Lori.” Kara leaned over and kissed her wife on the head as she slid the tablet out of Lena’s hands.

“I see what you did there…” Lena says sleepily.

“Wait…” Kara perked up and walked to the bedroom door. Lori should be sound asleep, why in the world would she be getting up already. But when Kara peered out the bedroom door, she couldn't help but feel a little more relief and love for her family.

“Not tonight, little one.” Kara guided a sleepy El from almost entering Lori’s room back to her own room and tucked her youngest in bed. El didn’t fight it. She just wanted to see her big sister. Before Kara could leave though, El caught her wrist and looked up at her Jeju with a frown.

“L-Lori?” El asked in a sleepy voice.

“She’s home safe, Ellie. But she needs her rest, just like you.” Kara kissed the young teen on the forehead and said goodnight.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#supercorp #supercorpkid #baby!danvers #little!luthor #supergirl

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rubybecker-rb2 · 1 year

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Well, this fanfic is for @alissonbecksfan234 because she is my sister now and she deserves the world.

@liverpoolfanfiction you can read it too 💚💛💙.

After a conversation that led to a misunderstanding between Alisson and Virgil, the Liverpool goalkeeper begins to wonder if this means the end of his friendship with the Dutchman.

Tw: overthinking, intrusive thoughts and brief mentions of skin picking (excoriation disorder)

Abandoned (?)

"What? Why won't you play on Sunday's match?"

Virgil van Dijk leaned forward and stared deep into Alisson Becker's pale green eyes.

"They don't need me. They have Kelleher, who proved to be very good in the last game, and Adrían, who is definitely better than me." Alisson crossed his arms and looked down at Virgil's cleats "Besides, it was my flawed defense that made us concede three goals to the same team we're going to face this Sunday."

"Does the boss know about this? Does he know you're refusing to play? Did you at least volunteer to be a sub?"

"Oh, come on, van Dijk!" Alisson stood up suddenly, causing the Dutchman to back away a little "The boss doesn't need to know and no, I'm not going to make myself a sub."

Virgil was silent for a while, until he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips slightly.

"You know, you weren't like that. Was it after the World Cup? Because if so, know that I missed the penalty that could have made my team win. You never quit a game, Ali. Are you going to do this just because you're scared to face a team you've faced before and lost?"

"What!?" Alisson let a laugh and an irritated snort escape his lips "Virgil, not everything revolves around that damn World Cup, understand? It's a personal matter, it has nothing to do with previous matches!"

"You know, that makes me disappointed." Virgil stood up, looking the keeper in the eye "It bothers me to see you so distressed and you don't even want to tell me why! I thought we were best friends! Sometimes I agree when they tell me that Joël is more of a best friend than you are!"

Alisson froze in place. He expected Virgil to be upset, but to say that Joël was better than him? It hurt him, really hurt him.

"Fine, go stay with Joël then." Alisson said as he left the room as fast as his legs could carry him. At that moment, he could only feel his own hurt and anger.

Bom trabalho, Alisson. Você perdeu seu melhor amigo!

E se ele estiver certo? E se eu for mesmo uma decepção?

Loser!

Bad goalkeeper! Bad friend!

Now, Alisson was sitting in a dark corner of the AXA Training Center. It was good, because no one could see him gnawing at the skin that covered his fingers and lips. He lowered his head and bit down on a piece of dead skin that clung to his lip, pulling it off with his teeth.

You can't even go five minutes without doing this!

He began to feel hot tears run down his cheeks. Tears of shame and hurt. He didn't want to play for the simple reason that his fingers were swollen from hurting them so much. But he was ashamed to tell that he was gripped by something as simple as excoriation disorder.

A few sobs escaped his throat and he curled into a ball to muffle the noise as much as he could. He felt disappointed in himself.

It was then that he felt the fear of losing his friendship with Virgil. The quarterback had been quite clear in his disappointment. Now he was abandoned, without his best friend. Virgil would walk with Joël and Alisson would feel the weight of shame burn in his stomach. This made him cry even more.

Then he felt a heavy but gentle hand stroke the back of his neck in a comforting motion.

"I was wrong, my goalkeeper. Ali, it's not your fault."

PART 2 COMING OUT TOMORROW!!!

*The idea of abandonment that I had to write this fanfic was based on a misunderstanding that happened this morning between me and a dear friend. The other part is thoughts of mine related to my excoriation disorder as I am too embarrassed to explain why my lips are so swollen and red.

#liverpool #alisson becker #liverpool fc #fanfic #virgil van dijk #darwin nunez #jurgen klopp #soccer #football #football fanfic #edits #fanfiction #premier league #champions league

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little-lee-froggie · 1 year

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Hello!! So, I’ve made a few fanfics, but they’ve just kinda stayed in my notes, and I wanted to post one to see if people like my writing! This is a tickle ff, so if that doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you would like to read, don’t! If you are okay with it, then let’s get on with it!

ler: Philza

lee: Reader

warnings: Tickling, panic attacks, but other than that, just pure fluff (if I’ve missed any warnings, please tell me)

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Phil was coming home from a long day of gathering for potions. Normally, you would come with him, but you had a later night then usual, which is saying a lot, as your usual is going to sleep at 4:00 am and waking up at 6:30 am to help him, so he thought it would be a good idea to let you sleep, as you couldn’t have gotten more than an hour, if even that. He was out till about 1:00 pm, so he knew you would probably have been up for a little while and seen Techno, who was informed about Phil leaving you at home.

Phil walked through the door and yelled “Hello, I’m baaaack!!”. He expected you to come and greet him with a warm “Hi!”, and a hug the way you always did when he was out and just came back, but instead he got no response. He knew Techno would be in the battle training center that Phil had built for them, but he was pretty sure that you didn’t go with him. You would have left a note so he wouldn’t get worried, and worry was the exact emotion he was feeling right now. He quickly ran to your room to see if you were there, and he found you curled up in a ball on the floor, breathing heavily and shaking.

He knew immediately what was happening. He had seen you have panic attacks before, but he also knew they normally had a cause for your sudden panic, however, he also knew that they sometimes happened with no reason, and you just started panicking. He quickly walked to you, as he didn’t want to startle you. “Are you okay?”, he asked, very worried. You just nodded, leaning into Phil, and he back-hugged you. You stayed like that till you were pretty calmed down, as you felt safe in your friend’s hold.

“Thanks Phil…” you said softly and loosened your hold on his arms to indicate that you were okay with being let go now, but Phil didn’t let go of you. Instead, he just held onto you, and said in a quiet voice, similar to the one you used just seconds ago; “Oh, you’re not getting away just yet… I still need to see you smile~!”, he said, and you knew exactly what that meant. “Wahaihit!! Nohohoahah!!!”, you said, giggling from anticipation, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

To be honest, it was exactly what you needed at the moment, though. “Why are you giggling? You don’t even know what I’m going to do yet!”, he said, slightly teasing you. “Buhut I doho!! You’re gohoing to ti-um, you’re going toho… I, uh-“ you stuttered on your words as if you had just met Phil. If there was one thing you couldn’t do, it’s say the ‘T’ word, and oh, Phil knew that.

After living with you for three years, and knowing how sensitive you are for one and a half years of that time, you learn a lot about a person, for better or for worse. “Uh-huh” he said, somehow even that sounding little teasing.

“One…” he started to count down. “Noho, PHIL!!” “Two…” “I sweheahar! Phihil, doho nohot!”

“THREE!!”, he yelled and started to poke you all over your ribs while you started to giggle more now that he was actually tickling you, melting from the light and fluffy- but still evil- attack.

“Phihihl!!! Stohohohop ihihihihitttt!!! Ahahahha!!”. You didn’t mean to say stop, it was just a reflex. You honestly loved the feeling and really needed this after having such a shit day. Phil knew this, because he didn’t always want to assume that every time you said ‘stop’ that you didn’t mean it, and he always worried that you would say stop one time and really mean it, so instead, if you actually wanted him to stop you had a safe word, just in case. Instead, he just chuckled at your reaction to a few light pokes and continued, but carefully, just to make sure not to hurt you.

After awhile of the pokes, he moved to lightly scribbling on your ribs with one hand and the skin under your bellybutton with the other. Your giggles got louder as a result, and you started to kick your legs out slightly. Phil knew for a fact that when it came to cheer-up-tickles, this was your favourite place to be; a perfect in between feeling that brought loud giggles and kicking of your legs, and it was his favourite place to watch you in, especially after he saw you so upset. He continued like that for awhile, but eventually decided to get back to it later, and stopped, but he didn’t let go of you.

Instead, he waited a few seconds to let you catch your breath for a moment, then he continued, only this time with his first hand lightly fluttering on your neck, and his second still on your very sensitive skin under your bellybutton. You squealed a little at the feeling, and started melting into him again.

“Awh, look at you! You’re so cute~!”, he said, deciding to tease you a bit. “Ihihi’m nohohohot cuhuhute!!”, you giggled out, a big smile on your face. “Oh, don’t say that! You want me to call in Techno and get a second opinion? Hmm~?”. Your face turned a bit red from just that simple comment.

You loved being tickled, but you didn’t like getting attention from any more then one person, and you knew that if Techno came in, one of three things would happen : 1. He would watch/record what was happening, 2. He would hold your hands above your head/pin down your legs or something like that, or 3. He would join Phil in tickling you making it harder to keep any from of composure you had left, and all three of those things would lead to more attention in one way or another, so you just shook your head and continued to just giggle.

“That’s what I thought~” Phil teased. After a little longer of Phil’s attack, he eventually stopped and pulled you into an even tighter hug, only this time you were facing him instead of a back-hug. “Feel better?”, he asked, knowing the answer, but asking anyway. Needless to say, you definitely felt a lot better, and were so grateful to have a great friend like Phil :)

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Okkie, that’s the story! I hope you enjoyed it! I wrote it a little while ago, maybe three months, so I think I’ve improved a bit since, so let me know if you want me to post anything else! Just so you know, I have written for DSMP as well as MHA, and there might be some other fandoms, but I’l have to check, so tell me if you want me to post those and which fandom you want it to be from! Just so you know, they’re all T-word related, so yeah! I‘ll stop being annoying now, byeeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

40 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

I will always be here for you

I got a lot of positive feedback on the last fic I uploaded, so I thought I’d post another one that I made! This one is for MHA instead of DSMP, so sorry if you don’t like MHA. This is technically the only MHA fic I’ve finished! I’m working on plenty, but never seem to finish them, lol! Anyway, here it is:

warnings: gender dysphoria (from a person who has experienced it, and still does), Mineta being absolutely disgusting, swearing, tickling (if I’m missing any warnings, please let me know)

Ler: Kirishima

Lee:Reader (enby masc)

You and Kiri had been friends since the moment you had met each other and your personalities just clicked. The two of you were finally in your third year of UA, and you barely ever left each other’s side.

He had immediately accepted you as trans nonbinary (female to nonbinary) and as soon as you came out to him a year ago he said “Wow, you’re so manly! So, they/them, right? Do you want to go by a new name? Y/N? That’s an awesome name! Hey, don’t cry! I’ll always be here for you and except you for who you are Y/N”, so to say it went well would be an understatement!

Over a year had passed, but some days, dysphoria just came to bite you in the ass, and today was one of those days.

You hadn’t had a hair cut in a while, so your hair was longer then you would’ve liked, plus you had to wash your binder, and you couldn’t find your spare, so you couldn’t have a flat chest like you wanted, and in top of that, Mineta was being repulsive about the fact that you had boobs, just staring at them and making discussing comments.

Kiri could tell you we’re having a shitty day, but he couldn’t think of anything to do to help you without you worrying that you were burdening him with all your problems, so he just offered as much physical support as you wanted, knowing that emotional support would make you feel like he pitted you, and he knew that was the last thing you wanted.

However, even with all the hugs and carrying you around that he could offer you, nothing seemed to take your mind even slightly off of your dysphoria.

All day your normally upbeat and positive personality shifted to a glumey and quiet one, and it reminded Kirishima of after you first came out to him.

He was the first one you told, and so you got deadnamed and misgendered all the time because he was the only one who knew for half a year, and he didn’t want to correct people so that he wouldn’t out you, which also meant he couldn’t call you your preferred name and pronouns around the class because he was the only one you were okay with knowing. Your dysphoria was also the worst it had ever been because you knew what was happening now, but you hadn’t even started socially transitioning, let alone physically, and it hurt Kiri to have to see you so upset and not able to do anything to help you other than what he was already doing, which wasn’t helping you much. He hated seeing you so sad, but he wasn’t able to help, and he hated that more.

All of today, class 1A (besides Mineta and Baukugou) was trying to make you feel better as well, but nothing was working. About half way through the day, Momo made you a new binder that you went to put on in the bathroom, but since you were “so lucky” to sit next to Mineta, once you came back he started to pester you about why you would want to flatten your chest and about how weird it was that you didn’t appreciate the fact that you had a “free show of tits whenever you want” as he put it (ew).

After almost twenty minutes of enduring his harassment and gross comments, you finally lost it and with all the strength you had, you punched him in the face, giving him a broken nose and a black eye, to which Aizawa had to pause class and speak to you in the hall.

After you explained everything and how gross Mineta was being all day and why you just lost it, Aizawa said “Well, first of all, I’m sorry that’s been happening to you, and I assure you that Mineta will be punished SEVERELY, second, I will move you to a different seat so you won’t have to deal with him anymore, but third, you did still punch him, and as much as I applaud you for standing up for yourself, this school has no tolerance for violence outside of training, so I’m afraid that you will have to go back to the dorms and miss out on training today and will be under house arrest tomorrow. However you don’t have to do any chores like Baukugou and Midoria did, just try to get some rest and work on your mental health”. You nodded and went back to the dorms.

After Aizawa had spoken to you, he heard yelling coming from the class, and when he came in, he saw Kiri yelling and tackling Mineta, and pulled Kiri off him. After yet another conversation, Kiri got the same punishment as you, and went back to the dorms where you already were.

You had been crying on your bed for about 12 minutes when you heard a knock and your door open.

“Are you okay?”, said Kiri’s voice behind you, making you sit up and look at him. He came and sat next to you, wiping your tears away and rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Why do I have to feel like this? Why can’t I just be cis and not have to worry about it? Why the fuck is Mineta like this? Why me? Just why?”, you sobbed as Kiri pulled you in for a hug.

“It’s okay. I’m here, I have you, your safe. Just focus on my heartbeat and don’t think about anything else. Let yourself let go and forget about everything for a minute” he said, letting you hide your face in his chest as you took some deep breath’s and just focused on his heartbeat, just like he told you to. After about five minutes, he asked “Better?”, and you nodded, looking up at him, calmed down, but still sad.

What he said next made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Good. Now let’s see a smile, hmm?”, he said as he pinned you arms above your head using one of his forearms to hold them in place, and lifted your shirt, skittering his nails all over your stomach, getting sweet giggles and a wide, tickle induced smile on your face.

You started to wiggle slightly, trying not to giggle, but failing miserably, making Kirishima smile at how cute his best friend was, how ticklish they were.

“There we go, there’s the smiley Y/N I know and love! Good to see you back!”, he lovingly teased, making you smile wider, genuinely happy. “Kihihihirihehehe!! Dohohohon’t tehehehease mehehe!!”, you giggled as you blushed, secretly loving it, but you’d never admit that in a million years.

Tickling was a common way for him to show affection for you, waking you up with tickles, tickling you when you were sad, or just to have fun with you, it didn’t matter. As long as it meant he could be the cause of your laughter, he was happy, and so were you.

No one else knew about you liking being tickled or even the fact that you were ticklish, it was just a you and Kirishima thing, just for you two to enjoy together and have fun with, and you liked it that way. Since you both got up earlier then most people in the dorm, it was easy to wake you up that way without being caught, but it was harder to do it just in general, so you were both glad that it was just the two of you in heights alliance, free to have as much fun as you wanted, as well as tomorrow.

“Don’t teases you? But it’s so fun, especially when you’re this ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle~”

He continued to tease you, making you giggle louder. “Nohohoho, yohohou’re beheheing mehehean!! Ahahaha!!!”, you accused, completely forgetting about everything that happened today, just like how Kiri hoped you would.

“Oh, so me helping you smile is mean now? If that’s the case, then I’ll show you what’s REALLY mean!!”, he threatened, as he took in a deep breath and blew the biggest raspberry he could manage, making you scream in laughter, now in hysterics. “KIHIHIHIHIRIHIHIHAHAHA!!!”, you yelled as he slowed down a bit to let you catch your breath, but never stoping the skittering to keep that cute smile on your face as you continued with your sugary sweet giggles.

Once you had completely caught your breath, Kiri moved his hands to your armpits, letting your arms free and allowing them to trap his fingers as they continued to playfully tease your nerves, as he started nuzzling in the crook of your neck and letting his hair drift over your cheek, adding to the ticklish feeling.

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42 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

Hey!!! How are you doing? I’m finally back to writing, and I have a short little fic, I hope you enjoy it! Very fluffy and sweet in my opinion. With that, let’s get into it:

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Warnings: Nothing honestly, pure fluff. Just skip if you don’t like tickling ☺️

Lee: reader

Ler: Shinsou

“What did you just say?” Shinsou asked you, confusion, yet a slight smugness on his face. You immediately froze, mid eating a piece of popcorn.

The two of you were watching some movies together. It had been awhile since the two of you had properly hung out. You lived in the same neighbourhood as kids. You guys both tended to keep to yourself and didn’t hang out with people to often, so you would normally be the last two people left when the kids at your school were choosing partners, so the teachers would pair you together most of the time, which resulted in the two of you becoming very close friends.

Ever since the two of went to UA, you had less time to hang out, but you had the day off, so you decided to to watch a bunch of movies like you would once every month as kids, so you two started to watch a few movies. You were maybe on the third movie when there was a line in the movie that caught you off guard.

“You tickle me”

Three simple words, but it made you flinch. “Are you okay?,” Shinsou asked you, a little confused. “Uh- y-yeah, of course. Just… that word”, you said, about to put a piece of the popcorn the two of you had made, but you were cut off by his question; “wait, what did you just say?”

You gasped slightly, not thinking trough what you had said before you said it. “I-I um.. just that word…” you practically whispered.

“[NAME]? Are you by any chance… ticklish~?,” Shinsou said, mischief heavy in his voice.

You just flinched again hiding your face in your hands to hide the blush forming on your cheeks, debating how to answer. You decided to be brave. After all, you weren’t opposed to the most likely out come. Quickly, you gave a small nod of your head, barely noticeable. This surprised Shinsou, as he was pretty sure you would try to convince him otherwise. All of the sudden, a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Wait a minute- do you like being tickled??,” he asked, but it didn’t sound accusatory. Instead, it sounded almost excited. At least as excited as Shinsou is capable of sounding. You just nodded again in almost the same way.

“Say, [NAME]… would you like me to tickle you~?,” he asked, going back to teasing. You nodded again, blushing like crazy. You were glad your head was in your arms, or your friend’s teasing would be unbearable.

Shinsou smiled softly, though it was hardly noticeable. He didn’t let his smile be obvious in his speech though.

“Aww, how cute is that~?,” he teased, lightly spidering on your slightly exposed side. You squeaked, and started tittering a little. You didn’t dare speak, knowing that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from giggling.

“Hmm, I want to hear you laugh. Common~. Laugh for me” he said as he started to poke your side. “Aha!,” you giggled, as you were surprised at the sudden change, but managed to keep most of it in.

“Hmmm… still not fully breaking, huh?,” he said. You were still hiding your face in your hands, so you were relatively exposed. Shinsou decided to use this to use this to his advantage.

He quickly grabbed both your wrists in one hand and held them above your head. “Aww, are you blushing?? How cute~” he said with a smirk on his face. His free hand then formed a claw and he slowly inched it towards your stomach, looking you dead in the eyes, even though yours were fixed on his hand, giggles of anticipation bubbling up and out of you.

As soon as Shinsou’s hand made contact with your stomach, you all but screamed and fell back. He decided to use this to his advantage as well, now pinning you down completely. “Shinsohohohou!!!!,” you said as you moved around slightly, your body naturally trying to escape even though you didn’t want to.

“What? What is it~?,” he asked smirking at your laughing face. “Youhu knohohow whahahat you’re dohoing!!!,” you said, your legs now starting to lightly kick at the bed beneath you.

“I really don’t [NAME], tell me. What am I doing exactly, hmm?”

Your face got even more red as you continued to giggle uncontrollably. “I cahahahan’t say ihihit!” You said, slightly scrunching into yourself. Shinsou decided that meant he should try your neck and let your hands down.

As soon as he touched your neck, your smile became so much wider and your laughing became higher pitched. Shinsou liked how he could poke back and forth and you could never protect your neck. “What can’t you say, hmm? Is there something wrong? You can tell me you know~.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’s done this before. You knew he’d probably tickled someone before, you were pretty sure most people have, but he was just so good at making you flustered. To be fair, he has been teasing you for years.

Shinsou stopped smirking and was genuinely smiling now. He loved seeing you look this happy. You were his only real friend in middle school, it made him happy to know this little quirk you had. He liked that he had found a way to repay all the happiness you had given him when he felt alone.

He briefly stopped tickling you to allow you to catch you breath and to give you a choice. “Ok [NAME], you get to choose this time. Where would you like me to tickle you? What’s your very favourite spot?,” he asked.

You felt pretty flustered by the question, but it gave you the opportunity to tell him your favourite place since it’s not exactly where most people would think to go.

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42 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

Please be happy

Yay, new MHA fanfic!! This one is a bit different then the other ones I’ve made, because I wanted to play around with POVs, so sorry if it gets confusing, this is my first time doing that! If you have any tips for it, please leave them in the comments! Now, let’s get on with it! Here’s the fic:

Ler: Dabi

Lee: Reader

summery: y/n is the only one Dabi cares about, the two often compared to close siblings, and Dabi will do whatever he can to see them smile :D

Warnings: Swearing, tickling, scars, memory loss, nightmares (if I’ve missed any warning’s, please tell me)

~A/N POV~

You had been with Dabi since way before he had heard of Stain, so you two went back a long time. He had been on his own in an alleyway when he was 15, making his finger kinda look like a candle. He was just staring at it, so he kinda jumped when he felt your presence in front of him. He was confused why a little five year old with a deep wound under their eye was staring at him, and was about to tell them to get lost, when they lit up their finger with a similar flame, only their flame was white (and yes, white flames do exist), then they reached for Dabi’s hand he just produced the flame from, and he understood that you wanted him to do it again, so he did, the flicker of your two flames making a dim light in the dark alley. All of the sudden, he felt the need to protect you and keep you with him. He didn’t know what it was. If it was the similar quirks, if it was the way you clearly knew how to speak, but didn’t, from shyness he guessed, if it was the way you reminded him of his siblings he used to love so dearly, if it was the way you stared at the fire that he made, if it was none of those things, all of them, or something in between, he just knew there was something special about you. You being ten years younger meant that he viewed you as his younger sibling and you viewed him as your big brother. The two of you become closer then someone who knew Dabi would think was possible.

~Y/N POV~

I had woken up this morning in a cold sweat as I did almost every morning from my reacquiring dream of the first night I met Dabi. It always started the same way, with a loud crash and the feeling of my cheek stinging, then stinging more from the salt in my tears running down my face, but it always ended the same sweet way as well; curled up in the warm lap of a stranger with a similar quirk. However, I normally didn’t make it to the end, often waking up in the middle, or right before I found the stranger, or should I say Dabi. I knew something happened on the night I met him, something I couldn’t remember, not that I really wanted to. I looked at the clock and groaned. I had gone to sleep at 3:30am and woken up at 4am again, but I couldn’t go back to sleep. I didn’t bother putting on my slippers and just tiptoed down the cold concrete hallway to Dabi’s room. I quietly opened the door and gently shook him awake.

~Dabi POV~

I woke up to being shaken lightly, and I was about to tell whoever it was to fuck off when I realized it was the only person I actually care about in the whole world, Y/N. They looked at me with their doe eyes, shaking from the cold in the room. “Was it the dream again?” I asked groggily as they nodded shyly. I opened my arms, slightly pulling the covers off me, signalling for them to crawl in. If it had been anyone else, I might have burned them for waking me, but, goddamn, I can’t turn Y/N away. I could feel them shaking slightly from the bad emotions the dream caused them. I started gently rubbing their cheek where the scar was that was never going to go away. The scar was always sensitive, but now it was sensitive in a different way from when it was first healing. Back then, I wasn’t allowed to touch that side of their face because it hurt, but now it made them giggle softly. “Dahabihihi!”, they quietly giggled as they snuggled further into my chest. I smiled, Y/N being the only person who can make me do so genuinely.

~A/N POV~

“Dahabihihi!”, you giggled out from the feeling on your cheek, hiding you face in his chest. You knew this would happen, it always does whenever you get woken up really early from the dream to help you feel better. “Yes, firefly?”, Dabi lovingly called you by your nickname as you continued to giggle at the sensation on your cheek. “Ihihit tihihickles!!”, you laughed hiding your face in his chest as you continued with your giggles, making Dabi pull you in and lightly poke at your sides. “Just focus on my heartbeat, I’m here” he said, not ceasing the poking, though. After about two minutes, he did finally stop and looked down at you while you were all smiley. “Hey Y/N?”, he kinda whispered in your ear, not trying to tickle you anymore, but the warm breath in your ear made you giggle, but not to much, and he chuckled quietly at your reaction to the feeling. “Yeahah?”, you said, confused at what he wanted to say before the two of you went back to sleep. He sighed contently, pulling you in closer. “You are the only person I care about…” he said, tired once again. If you could wiggled in any closer then you already were, you would have, but you settled for rubbing his arm lightly, before you too went to sleep.

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~Y/N POV~

I came back in from a small outing I had (and by outing I mean mission) all worn out and tired. “Hey, welcome back” Dabi said to me, smirking at the seemingly shrivelled mess of a fourteen year old in front of him. “You look awesome” he teased as I rolled my eyes playfully and sat next to him on his bed. “Well, compared to you, yeah” I teased back making Dabi smirk wider then I’d ever seen him do so, sending a shiver up my spine. “Oh reeeally~?” He said, coming closer. My fight flight or freeze activated, and my body stupidly chose freeze. “You going to take it back~? Hmmmmm?”, he said, running a single figure sloooowly up my spine, making me shiver and giggle softly, and I finally tried to run, when I felt a hand grip my wrist.

~Dabi POV~

They looked so scared, trying to pull out of my tight hold. If it wasn’t exactly how I wanted them to feel in that moment, I probably would have scooped them up in my arms and comforted them until they’re practically asleep, but instead I just looked them dead in their eyes, and smirked at them. “Come on! Just take it back before you regret it~” I teased them, gently running my finger up and down their side, knowing damn well they’re to stubborn to take it back, so they kept their mouth shut. “All right, then. Remember that you made this choice for yourself!”, I said, as I sat on their arms, pinning them above their head.“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait cahan we talk about thihihis?”, they said, but they were already giggling in anticipation, and I knew they liked being tickled. “Okay, last chance, are you going to take it back?”, I said one last time. “Nohohohoho!”, they giggled out. “Okay then, your funeral” “Wait, Dahabihihi noho! Dohon’t dohoho ihiHIT!!! AHAHAHA!!!!!”, they screamed as soon as my hands made contact with their hips and started squeezing, the way I had to bend had a perfect view of their smile as they laughed and squeaked, trying to escape, but not doing much. Eventually, I got bored of tickling their hips and search for my next target, my eyes landing on their neck.

~Y/N POV~

My eyes were closed, but I could feel him eyeing my neck. I felt a pang of anxiety and excitement in my chest. “You ready to take it back now, firefly?”, he teased lightly but it was the most flustering thing ever. When a person knows you’re ticklish for awhile and have been teasing you for even longer, they know what flusters you and what doesn’t. “NEHEVEHERAHAHAHA!!!!”, I laughed loudly as the attack on my hips was finishing up, and eventually stopped, being replaced by a giggle-inducing feeling on my neck.

~Dabi POV~

I watched as they started to melt into giggles, and I couldn’t help but smile even brighter than before. I liked see them laugh loudly, but I loved hearing them giggle. They just sounded happier, and their smile was wide and cute. It was a rare sight when they were smiling genuinely, so I savoured it whenever it happened, especially when I was the cause of it. Even though they were the youngest in the league, they were pretty much the designated therapist, so they tended to care more about others problems then their own. I too was guilty of venting to them on many occasions, but it was hard not to. They gave such good advice, and the same way my fire is blue because of my rage towards Enji, their fire was white from sadness, but their fire also had a calming effect on people as well as healing properties. We don’t know why their fire does this, but we assume it’s a part of their original quirk, or maybe they got a mix of their parents quirks, but we have no idea, cuz they can’t remember their childhood before they met me, so we just kinda go with it. Whatever the reason, they give really good advice, so we all go to them for help with mental stuff, and they just don’t pay attention to themself until it’s too late and they’re sad. So yeah, I was happy to see them smile. “Awww, tickle tickle tickle my sweet little firefly~!”, I teased them as they giggled, trying to push my hands away with their chin, failing as they just giggled and smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile with them. “Nohohohohohahaha Dahabihihi!!!”, they giggled under my touch. I’m not the kind of person to care about others, but it’s just something about them that makes them different from everyone else. They’re the only person I DO care about, and I will do everything in my power to make sure they stay as happy as they make me. “*SQUEAK*”. I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts when I heard Y/N squeak really loudly. I was so focused on their happy face and cute giggles that I didn’t notice where my hands were. “Wha- did you just fucking SQUEAK?! Wait, that was so cute! Do it again!” I said, not even teasing them, just wanting to hear that sweet noise again. I had heard them squeak before, but something about that squeak was different. If I can find where I just tickled, I might have a new favourite spot to tickle.

~Y/N POV~

“*SQUEAK*” the loud sound escaped my mouth again, making my face incredibly hot as my legs started to kick up and down, his hands at the back of my neck by my ear. “Yes! I found it!!”, he almost cheered as I started to let out squeaky giggles, not able to form words anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me about this spot sooner Y/N? Now I’m not going to stop until I get my fill of it that I’ve missed over the years!”, he said, and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but knowing Dabi, he probably wasn’t. “Th-thahahahah*squeak*AHAHahah!!”, I giggled out, and Dabi slowed down a bit, able to tell that I was trying say something, but couldn’t through the squeaks. “What is it precious?”, he asked, his voice sounding strangely upbeat and happy. “Th-thahahaht’ll tahahke AH*squeak*haha!! Fohohoreveheher!!!”, I finally managed to say, but as soon as I did, Dabi’s smirk grew bigger and he said “Well then, I guess I’m going to do this forever!”, he said, as he sped up again. He was showing a side of him that only I know. A playful side, unlike any other side of him, and even I only see it every so often, and I’m the only person he actually cares about and likes. “NAHA*squeak*AHAHAhahahAH!!!”, I laughed, as I finally gave in and just took it.

~Dabi POV~

I noticed that Y/N had gotten to the point where they just give up and giggle freely, excepting that it will happen wether they fight it or not, but they also just enjoy it, I can tell. “Wow, you really like this, don’t you~? You’re just sitting here and taking it, and don’t think you’ve even said stop this entire time!”, I teased them as their face slowly became more and more red. I decided to give their neck a break until the next time, and I quickly moved from sitting on their arms to straddling their waist, still pinning their arms above their head, just with my hands now. Then I used my nose to move their shirt up a little, but I didn’t need to do much because their shirt had been riding up the entire time, and then I started to pepper light kisses all over their stomach. “Eeeahaha!! Nahahaha!!”, they started giggling even more. I knew from experience that this is one of their favourite things, plus my hair tends to drift along their bottom ribs, making them squeak and drum their feet on the bed. I chuckled into their stomach, making them arch their back and kinda scream; “DAHABIHIHI!!!!!” They were so happy, and eventually my hands let go of their arms and poked all over their sides while I continued the kisses on their stomach. “Nahahahah*squeak*eeeahahaha!!!”, they giggled out one last time until their laughter went silent, and I knew that that meant it was time to stop and give them cuddles.

~Y/N POV~

I felt Dabi slow his attack as I caught my breath, and pulled me into a tight hug as leftover giggles came from my mouth as I was calming down. I felt safe in Dabi’s warm hold, and as he stroked my hair, I started to feel tired. “Hey, firefly?”, he ask quietly, clearly also tired. “Mmm” I hummed in response, already half asleep from the soothing gesture on my head. “Please always try to be happy, and if you’re not, come talk to me. I will help you.”, he said, and that was the last thing I remember before we both drifted of to sleep, warm in each other’s hold, never letting go.

꧁༺The end༻꧂

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My #1 post of 2022

Hello, and welcome to yet another post of mine! Here’s my head cannons for Obanai, Muichiro, and Giyuu from demon slayer with ticklish reader. These are platonic or romantic, but for some reason I originally had made them to be romantic. No idea why, I don’t even like men, but either way, the relationship is up for interpretation by you! With that, let’s get into it:

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warnings: tickling (please tell me if I forgot one)

The HCs:

Obanai🐍🤍:

So…

He’s fucking MEAN about it

Evil bitch

Maybe you are up in his tree with him, and he noticed that your arms are behind your head… his mind just goes ‘Target acquired’. He makes sure to hold you in a way where you can’t fall though, he’s not THAT mean

He may not like most people, and can be a bit rude when you first meet him, but we all know that he’s very kind with someone he cares about, so he’s surprisingly soft when it comes to tickling you. He’s still fucking evil, but in a soft way???

If you ever manage to cuddle this man, he will tickle you till you’ve completely melted and are giggling like a little child.

He honestly finds it cute, but would never tell you that

But he just loves the sound of your laugh, the way you smile, how your skin feels against his hands, how you melt into him, the way you scrunch up when he tickles your neck, the blush on your face, how clingy you get afterwards, just everything

Secretly the softest mother fucker ever, but covers it up with his teasing.

You can’t see it cuz your eyes are closed, but when tickles you, he starts blushing as well. He just loves how cute you are in that moment, the way you’re just YOU, that he can’t help but blush as well

He just wants to see you happy

All in all, soft but covers it up with how evil he is, and the reason he does it so often is cuz he loves how you are during it

Muichiro🌀☁️:

Sweet boy <3

He’s honestly just really confused and intrigued by it

And because of that…

Accidentally wrecks you

Doesn’t understand what it feels like cuz he can’t remember if he’s ever experienced it

He keeps moving his hands, trying different spots, seeing what happens, is honestly just really curious about it

After he eventually started remembering what happens when he touches you in specific spots, he does it more often.

His favourite spots to tickle are the ones that make you softly giggle, he finds it calming and he loves to see you smile

Likes to run his hands through your hair, and often “accidentally” tickles your neck

However, after he relatively understands what the feeling is, he does it the smallest bit less in fear of hurting you, but still does it when he wants to see your smile or you seem sad/tired (so pretty much all the time)

He likes to hug you after

All in all, he’s just a touch starved, curious, soft, sweet boy who just wants to see you smile

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nicks-fairy-lights · 2 years

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notes i took while rewatching heartstopper (it's a lot)

ep 1. meet

british boys playing rugby

oh this mf is all secretive (yr flashbacks, wille, why???)

no ben is kinda crunchy tho

ew why ben

nick is kinda. yeah

oh wow prince charming move there buddy

"thank you x" nice one, charlie spring

ep 2. crush

charlie spring is kinda sad tho

nick nelson: message delete count x2

charlie's lock screen :sob:

heart emoji

oh nick is blushing now

haha "i know he's straight" lol no u dont my guy

i love this art teacher :O

nellie <3

i love how elle walks in and girl in red cues

oh wow tori big brain moment right there

mario kart

"youre a proper little nerd"

nick nelson's turquoise hoodie

observant mother

nick has hardcore straight friends D:

charlie emergency

charlie helping nick play the drums gasp

nick just became charlie's lock screen

"you look so cuddly like that"

yep, tori, got to side with you on that one

i wish i had charlie's friend group

"am i gay?" yeah def take that buzzfeed quiz

ep 3. kiss

imogen likes him :/

ayo nick invited him

oh no film night is cancelled

why does everyone live in like mansions

tara jones needs to stop being the center of every convo in the straight club

tao is my favourite boy

tara my girl :D

charlie spring has disappeared

wow nick's straight friends suck so much its indescribable

ew ben is back

imogen is coming on pretty thick, like chill dude

tara and her gf kissed awwwhh my heart

charlie spring is found

mysterious mr. nelson

no why is the house so big.

"are they not a girl?"

"would you go out with someone thats not a girl?"

"would you kiss someone that wasnt a girl"

oh the little fireworks and the flowers

"would you kiss me?"

"yeah."

no nick go back >:(

nick nelson, the loo is not charlie spring

okay nick nelson went back

ep 4. secret

charlie and his curls and the mirror

yeah no way to shut out self deprication by kissing

they do say sorry a lot

"did i forget something?" yeah, charlie springs lips

tara jones and her girl !!!

oh em gee this art teacher 😭

harry is an idiot

"its hard to be confident when they see me as a stereotypical gay boy who can't do sports"

why are they so muddy

okay so isaac knows now

imogen. girl. why.

ep 5. friend

tao is going to crush them verbally

ooh birthday party

awwh poor doggo

"nothing" okay go away

they want to eat at nANDO's

so is nick coming or

imogen D:

yeahh you tell them nick

yeahh you too tao

okay nvm

"yeah, well, her dog died."

"the right girl will come along, just you wait"

AH YES NICK REJECT THE WOMAN

no tao dont be sad

"murder's fine too"

awwh no that gift is so cute :(

NO MY HEART

ep 6. girls

okay so maybe nick nelson is bi

what but "girls" by girl in red played.

okay maybe elle is bi too??

tao is so overprotective but i love it

ooh the special room

…please god

anti-homophobia cheese

yeah they do say sorry a lot

oop- her name is darcy. i know that now

tori my beloved

insta bestie

imagine homework

literally the most awkward way to ask someone out

no they suck at asking each other out

and i love it

tao is lowkey oblivious

the other girls are so mean >:(

tara and darcy have disappeario

ahah they got locked in

thank you for good lesbian dynamic

ep 7. bully

tori :') ily so much

charlie spring and his hair again

crunchy ben >:(

charlie has an epic dad

golden retriever has entered the chat

"well you kind of are a gay nerd."

"shut up rugby lad."

ben u son of a

char :O

"i like it. it's cute."

oh no horror night flashbacks

fireworks

literally piss off harry

oH oops i forGOT mAH raiNBOW

why harry gotta be like that thp

is ben jealous or something

oh my god shut up

YEAHH YOU TELL HIM NELSON!! HAHA YEAH BUST HIS BALLS NICK

there are no words

hearing songs i actually listen to in the soundtrack

tao ahh

harry really sucks

camera be goin' all shaky

awwh protective much <3

no charlie spring, stop self-deprecating

the 's' word :/

ITS TO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THIS CUDDLY ROMANCE

tao whyre you oblivious

no friendship drama is so bad

ahah deleting messages again charlie spring

tao's mum :D

tao and elle have such an adorable dynamic

ew harry

why is everyone beating up everyone. but its like

ep 8. boyfriend

yes charlie, drum out the feels

tori has my whole heart by now

like she knows so much D:

(ben is a piece of crap)

charlie spring is so sad

ofc pizza would help

issac reading "gender explorers"

ew sports day

tao rage writing

charlie looked like he was on the verge of tears right there :(

YEAHH COACH GO BUST SOME HOMOPHOBIC BALLS

tao on his protective arc

no this is nice tho, theyre bonding

"secret guy you kiss sometime on the down-low"

heart emoji <3

no not this "typing.." again

elle looks pretty with yellow and blue

ahh gal pals :D

charlie spring just ran away from nick

why does it look like half of the school bunked

mr. ajayi's room is so cool

charlie said the 's' word D:

ben is so full of himself

YEAHH CHARLIE BEAT HIS SORRY ASS

YEAHH YOU TELL HIM CHARLIE SPRING

yessss theyre not mad at each other anymore

oho elle and tao get some alone time

OH ITS PLAYING DAYGLOW IM IN LOVE WITH THIS SOUNDTRACK

tao painted his friends :)))

ah yes finally

picking dandelions off in the corner

no he isn't fine. charlie spring hasn't been sighted

what is charlie standing on? a child?

charlie is spotted :O

flowers

AH YES NICK, REJECT THE RUGBY LADS

holding hands <3

imogen

mr ajayi

YEAHH SILENCE HIM WITH A KISS CHARLIE SPRING

AH HOLDING HANDS <3 <3

ah em gee this is so cute i'm dying

they're so wholesome :sob:

AHHH YES NICK NELSON

"i like charlie spring!"

"in a romantic way, not just a friend way!"

you could see how scared charlie was for a second there

nick's smile just there :D

oh crap he's coming out

AHH YES KING

thank you alice oseman

#oHIOH its an obsession ok its fine #heartstopper #notes died halfway cause it didnt like my crying over two queer boys hahaha :')#thoughts and opinions maybe idk idk

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scrimethewriter · 18 days

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Example of a One-Shot NSFW Commission

As Y/N walked through the rusted entrance of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, he felt a surge of déjà vu. Y/N remembered when he used to come here all the time as a kid, but then it shut down.

Y/N’s flashlight flicked off once, twice, and then it shut off completely.

“Damn it,” Y/N muttered, shaking the batteries, and he tried the switch again. It was no use. The batteries were dead.

“Damn it!” Y/N said, louder this time. He checked his watch. 1:32 AM. That’s probably enough time, Y/N thought to himself.

He approached the center of the lobby, and walked to the foot of the staircase. Y/N looked up at the massive, golden statue of Freddy Fazbear, the pizzeria’s mascot, in awe. He had a flashback from when he stood in this exact same spot, all those years ago, when he escaped the labyrinth.

Clang.

Y/N quickly jerked his head to the left, where the metallic noise came from. Down a maintenance hallway, a flickering light shone vaguely. He cautiously approached the hallway, grabbing a piece of rubble off the floor as protection. Who knew who could be there?

Clang.

There it was again. It sounded like a hammer on a sheet of metal. Could it be possible that the company was trying to rebuild this place?

Y/N slowly approached the lit door, clutching the rock so hard his knuckles turned white, as he read the sign.

“Glamrock Freddy Dressing Room,” he said to himself. Well, it sure as hell wasn’t Glamrock Freddy in there. All the animatronics were decommissioned over twenty years ago.

With a hard kick, Y/N swung open the door, revealing Glamrock Freddy himself.

Freddy’s back was to Y/N, and he did not notice him entering. Y/N coughed, and Freddy turned to face him with a look of shock on his metallic face.

“Y/N! What are you doing back here~” Freddy said in a robotic voice.

Y/N did not reply. He stood there, taking in what he was seeing.

Freddy stood on top of a metal grated floor, tools and 80’s-era clothing littering the ground around him.

Y/N forced himself to speak. “F-Freddy, you’re not wearing any clothes…”

It was true. Bright white light shone off of Freddy’s metal body, highlighting golden 6-pack abs, bulging biceps, and his… lower half.

Freddy’s face turned tomato red, and he quickly crossed his hands over his crotch area, to prevent Y/N from seeing his robotic… thing.

Y/N was in shock. “Why do you have a d-dick? You’re a robot,” he questioned him.

“All the Fazbear Animatronics have dicks. We’re made with them,” Freddy explained.

“But why?”

Freddy smirked. “Animatronics still get horny, you know.”

Y/N’s face flushed. “How big is it…?”

The robot bear lifted his hands. “See for yourself.”

Freddy’s dick was easily the largest Y/N has ever seen. At least a foot long, the weight of his dick and balls hung down from his hips toyingly.

Y/N tried to speak, and failed.

“I bet you weren’t expecting that right?,” the animatronic teased.

He flustered, and forced the words to come out. “Freddy, it’s so… big!”

Freddy lumbered towards Y/N, and grabbed his massive cock with his hand. “Why don’t we compare?”

The robot dropped his dick and it swayed back and forth. He placed his huge robot hands on Y/N’s shoulders, and he shivered at the frigid temperature of Freddy’s palms.

“You couldn’t be any warmer?”

“I can make us both warm.” Freddy moved his hands down Y/N’s chest slowly, feeling every curve and crevice, his eyes never leaving his.

He reached Y/N’s waist, and he curled his fingers around his pantline. Freddy inched Y/N’s jeans down, revealing a tanned body and dick.

“Freddy~”

“Now let’s get off your other half,” Freddy said and he tore Y/N’s t-shirt clean in half. His abs and toned muscles glistened with nervous sweat, and the robot bear placed a hand on his muscular chest as he grabbed both of their dicks with the other.

Y/N shivered, a mix of excitement and cold, and they both looked down at the size difference.

Y/N’s dick was dwarfed by Freddy Fazbear’s massive cock, and he tried to cover his small part. Freddy, however, would not let him. With a single move, the robot knocked him down and turned him, so the metal dick was pressed against Y/N’s ass.

“Freddy, what are you doing-?”

“I’ve been wanting to do this with a human for a long time. I’m tired of just jerking off in my changing room. I need to have some fun now.”

Freddy stroked his dick a few times until it firmed up, growing even more. “Get ready… and… go!”

The robot positioned his dick and trusted forward. Y/N grimaced in pain, but as Freddy pushed farther into him, his face relaxed. Freddy finally reached the base of his dick against Y/N’s ass, and he let out a deep moan.

“F-Freddy… it’s s-s-so d-deep…”

The animatronic laughed. “We haven’t even started yet.”

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loveforpreserumsteve · 7 months

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Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

ON SATURDAY, the Sousas invited Steve and Hodge to theirs. They claimed that it was to celebrate the good news of Baby Hodge, and really, who was Steve to deny them. After all, the reason that they had this little miracle was because of the Sousas and their friends. So, Steve figured that it was the least that he could do. Even though he just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep the weekend away.

"Can you pretend to be happy?" Hodge asked, reaching up to knock on the door.

Yawning, Steve claimed, "I am happy."

"Maybe you should tell that to your face," the beta weakly teased.

Fixing a large, toothy grin on his face, Steve turned to his husband. Steve knew that it wasn't Hodge's fault for being so snippy, he was stressed with work. But Steve also knew that it wasn't his fault it was taking so long to find out if he got the part. And besides, Steve had a lot on his mind too. And more than that, it felt like he had a whole hell of a lot on his bladder as he frequented the bathroom more and more each day.

"Darlings," Peggy greeted, opening the door.

Stepping inside, Steve politely smiled and followed the older omega and his beta further into the apartment. He had used the restroom before leaving their place, but that didn't stop his bladder from filling up in the short walk over.

"How's it going, pops?" Daniel asked Hodge as he and Peggy entered the living room.

"Pretty good," Hodge answered.

Turning to the bathroom, Steve was about to open the closed door when it opened itself, bringing him face-to-face with Bucky. The handsome brunet seemed shocked, briefly, before smiling down at Steve. The alpha opened his mouth, about to talk, but Steve stopped him with a raise of his hand.

"It's nice to see you again. I'm doing fine. We really should get together sometime," Steve said, rapid fire style. Stepping around him and into the bathroom. "Now, excuse me, I have an olive sized fetus controlling my bladder."

Chuckling, Bucky surrendered, letting Steve get to business. Steve was thankful for that as he really did feel as though his body had been hijacked by his wombmate. Even after his bladder was empty for the time being, little Jonah-or-Ellie dictated that what he really wanted right now was a nap.

Yawning, Steve left the bathroom. He could hear Hodge being complimented about his acting. He could hear well-wishes for the beta's future career endeavors too. Steve was certain that Hodge was just lapping it all up; always adoring being the center of attention. So unlike Steve in so many ways. He could only hope that their little one would be as outgoing as their beta father.

"... and he fell off the stage!"

Despite Hodge telling a story of some misadventure in his acting career, the other three people all turned their attention to Steve when he entered the room. The older two smiled in silent greeting while Bucky positively beamed. There was an ease inside of Steve. Almost as though a weight was being lifted. Probably because Hodge had a captive audience, something that he loved the most about his chosen profession.

"Why, Steve –" Daniel interrupted Hodge's next story of something embarrassing happening to one of his colleagues. "You're glowing."

Shuffling awkwardly in his spot, Steve said, "Thanks." Then, he joked, "It's sweat from morning sickness and hot flashes."

"All that and you still look great!" Daniel assured. Looking over at Bucky, he asked, "Doesn't he look great?"

There was a soft smile on Bucky's plush lips as he confirmed, "He does."

Flushing, Steve kept his gaze on his feet as he took the empty seat on the sofa beside his husband. The beta moved over a little, giving Steve more room. Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes. Ever since he had gotten pregnant, Hodge had acted as though he was fragile and needed a wide berth.

"Hey," Hodge clapped his hands together once so he could regain their attention, "How about that beer?"

Daniel looked at Bucky, and Bucky agreed, "Beer sounds good."

Nodding, the older man stood, balancing with the assistance of his cane. "Gimlet, love?" He asked his wife, earning a smile and a kiss blown his way. "And what would the father-to-be like?"

"Ginger ale is fine," Steve answered, moving to stand too. "I can get it though."

"No, I won't hear of it. You rest," Daniel dismissed, reaching the wet bar. He pulled two Heinekens from the minifridge. Popping them open, he poured one into a chilled glass. Next, the man opened a bottle of ginger ale and poured it over crushed ice in one of the chilled glasses.

"Have you been nauseous a lot?" Bucky asked, concern in his eyes.

"Not too much." Steve shrugged, "I assume a normal amount."

Bucky's brows furrowed, "You assume?"

"Yeah, uh –" Steve accepted the beverage from the older beta "– thank you." Taking a sip, "I didn't really get a chance to talk with my doctor. She's a very busy woman with lots of patients. Y'know, she was even in a couple of magazines for being one of the best obstetricians in New York."

"She doesn't sound like a very good doctor," Daniel decided, taking a seat next to his wife.

"No, really, she is," Steve defended the woman, even though he had felt slighted.

"You know," Peggy started, sipping on her cocktail. "One of our friends is an obstetrician. One of the best, in fact. And I'm sure that he could squeeze you in. He delivers all the Society babies, if that means anything to you. Even been in some magazines, himself. And really, I'm sure that he'd be happy to be your doctor. He's very attentive. In fact, he's Laura Barton's doctor. Delivered both of her babies. And they're just the happiest and the healthiest, you've seen them."

"I couldn't ask you to –"

"It would be my pleasure to help, Steven," Peggy stood, walking over to the landline.

"I don't want to –"

"It's no trouble at all," Daniel interrupted this time.

Beside him, Hodge gave Steve's knee a squeeze, "Now, honey, it does take a village to raise a baby."

"Right," Steve nodded, taking a larger drink of his ginger ale.

"Alex, darling," Peggy greeted. "I'm fine. Listen, a dear friend of ours is pregnant. Yes, isn't it? I'm with him now. We told him that you're very attentive and would be more than happy to take care of him." She was silent for a moment, then held the receiver away so she could turn back to the men, asking Steve, "Are you free Monday morning at eleven?"

"That would be great," Steve confirmed. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me at all," Peggy smiled, returning to the phone conversation. "Eleven's fine, Alex. Yes. You too. No, not at all. Let's hope so. Goodbye."

She came back. "There you are. I'll write down his address for you before you go."

"Thanks a million, Peggy," Hodge said.

"Yes, thank you," Steve brought his hand to his abdomen.

Bucky's steel-blue eyes followed the gesture while that soft smile stayed sincere all the same. Adoration flowed through the bond and Steve turned his gaze to his husband. The beta was in the midst of another one of his stories and Steve found himself at odds. How could Hodge be so full of love for Steve and their baby when he was busy talking about himself?

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miekasa · 3 years

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positions

+ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: modern au, explicit smut (18+ only), eren is annoying but he’s also hot so it makes up for it i guess 🙄

+ word count: 3k

+ notes: i don’t want to talk about this actually, so if you see it, no you didn’t </2 i kind of got carried away with number three. sorry.

+ summary: eren just likes it with you—will take you however you want him to; but he does have a few favorite positions.

i. missionary — (i’m trying to meet your mama on a sunday, then make a lotta love on a monday).

Eren always did like looking at you. He thinks you’re gorgeous, sexy, and so, so, pretty; all the time, but especially like this.

Because there isn’t anything he likes more than watching you squirm because of him; breath unsteady and voice whiny because of him.

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” Eren asks, but question is rhetorical; and you’re barely coherent enough to answer him—like he’s fucked you stupid.

“Course you are,” he answers for you, reaching his right hand up to slip his pointer and middle finger past your lips.

You moan around him, warm, wet heat compassing his digits as you let Eren’s fingers fuck your mouth in sync with him thrust into your pussy. It’s only when he feels your spit pooling on your tongue that he pulls them out, immediately using the soaked fingers to further abuse your sensitive clit.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” Eren sings, tapping at your clit in sync with his repeated words.

Eren smirks through his pants as he drinks in your fucked-out state. He likes the way your eyes are screwed shut, high-pitched moans barely squeaking out as you grip at the sheets. Your back arches when he snaps his hips harder, deeper, and—oh, no, that won’t do.

“No, no, baby be good,” he coos, reaching his hand to press over your tummy and flatten your back to the mattress.

“Eren, please,” you barely choke out, head writhing against the pillow, “Just wanna come, please.”

“Just wanna come?” he repeats, but his tone is taunting, almost fiendish at this point, “‘M not stopping you baby, all you have to do is be good for me.”

“I am good,” you insist, words rushed, desperate, “I’m good for you—your good girl, Eren.”

Eren hums at your words, and bends his knee onto the bed, groaning after you as he hits a spot deeper inside of you. He moves his left hand off of your stomach to support himself on the mattress, and reaches his right hand up, crawling up the column of your throat.

He pinches his pointer finger and thumb at your jaw, leaning down until the tip of his nose brushes against yours, “Open.”

He barely waits until there’s a gap between your lips before he pries your mouth open himself with his thumb, the pad of his finger pushing against your tongue. He flashes you a sadistic smirk before spitting into your mouth, the tip of his tongue grazing against yours before retreating back into his mouth, “Swallow.”

Your breath is unsteady as your do as you’re told, opening your mouth again to show him just how good you listened; how good you are. A smile washes over his face for a second before he leans forward to kiss you—the kind of kiss he gives before he’s about to fuck you silly, “Good girl.”

ii. against the wall — (cookin’ in the kitchen, and i’m in the bedroom)

Eren isn’t a good cook and he knows it. He’s not terrible—he won’t starve if he ever lived on his own, but he’s no master chef.

It’s probably why he likes watching you cook so much. He would say he likes to help, too, but that would be a lie; he just likes being your taste tester, and distracting you a little bit while he’s at it.

“Did you set the oven to 400?” you ask him, back turned as you pick a wooden spoon from the drawer and bring it to the bowl.

Eren hums, eyes flickering to the oven to ensure that he did, indeed, set it to the right temperature, before taking the few steps necessary to close the distance between you two. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist, lightly draping his body over yours as he watches you stir the batter.

“Smells like lemons,” he notes, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Probably because we’re making lemon cake,” you chuckle, bringing your stirring to a stop.

You dip your pointer finger carefully into the batter before bringing it to your lips. You crinkle your nose a bit, before dipping you finger back into the batter, this time hovering it in front of Eren’s lips, “Here, taste. Do you think it needs more sugar? Or maybe vanilla?”

Eren’s gazes flicks from your batter-coated finger, then to your eyes, like a magnet; green growing cloudy with arousal. Carefully, slowly, he pushes forward until his lips wrap around your finger, teeth grazing your digit when he pulls back.

“No,” he answers, voice raspy, “It’s perfect.”

“You sure?” you question, words genuine and innocent; oblivious to the angle he’s playing at.

Eren unwraps his arms from your waist, steps back far enough to allow him to spin you around, you lower back pressed into the counter, and eyes wide. He smiles, reaches his hand into the bowl, but instead of waiting for you to taste it, he brushes it against your mouth, before forcing his finger past your lips, just far enough to clean the remaining batter against your tongue.

“Positive,” Eren says, before bruising his lips against yours in a kiss. Quickly, his tongue flashes to swipe against your bottom lip, bringing sticky, sweet cake batter into your mouth.

Then, he lifts you, skillfully moving the bowl aside to make room for you on the counter; knocking over measuring cups and utensils in his path that are sure to leave a mess, but right now you don’t care. Eren always did like things messy, after all.

Eren’s hands paw at the hem of your shirt, clumsily pulling it over your head. He hisses when you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down into a searing kiss, and biting at his lower lip in revenge.

A yelp of surprise leaves yours lips as he grips under your thighs and picks you up from the counter. Eren groans when your tangle your hands into his hair, using it as both leverage and support.

“Fuck,” he mutters when you accidentally press yourself against his bulge in an attempt to tighten your legs around his waist. You pull away slightly, breath tickling his face as your eyes jump from his to his lips.

Carefully you comb your fingers through his hair again, elbows resting on his shoulders as you catch your breath.

“Question,” you pose, breathing heavily through your syllables, “How long do you think you can hold me up for?”

“Like this? A while, probably.” Eren replies moving his hands up from under your thighs to your ass.

“But like this,” Eren takes a few steps forwards until your back is pushing against the wall. He smirks when he sees the small gape at your mouth, and squeezes at your ass to exaggerate your expression, before leaning into to whisper in your ear, “A whole lot longer.”

iii. double date — (this some shit that I usually don’t do, but for you I kinda want to)

Armin’s fingers are, surprisingly, rough. More calloused than you would think; for the rest of him is all soft edges and round features; all smooth and nice and kind and good.

But, not like this. The Armin whose eyes gaze up at you from your legs is hardly anything like that. He’s not the Armin you know; this one is teasing, relentless, almost manic; he’s mean and he knows it.

You can see it in his eyes, that the Armin you know and love is nowhere in sight. Because when Eren pushes his finger inside of you next to Armin’s, you swear those clear, blue eyes that are usually so bright become icy with intent.

“She’s so pretty, Eren,” Armin says to his friend, but his gaze is on you as he twists his finger inside, knuckles bumping against Eren’s. You throw your head back with a grunted moan, and barely have the strength to hold it up again to see Armin’s smirk, “So pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Eren coos, green eyes smiling at you.

It’s almost too much, the both of them looking at you from between your legs. You’re not sure which one to focus on—if you have the strength to meet either of their gazes for more an a second before screwing your eyes shut, overwhelmed by it. The attention, the feeling, the shared lust is all too much.

“Armin, hold on, let me—” Eren grunts, twisting his finger inside of you, so that it intertwines with Armin’s, “There we go.”

The sensation drives you crazy, the feeling of their fingers brushing against each other—brushing against your walls makes your head spin, and you curl your own fingers into a ball at your sides. It’s only two fingers—but it feels foreign, new, too much; it makes you thrash, they way they pump their digits inside of you, perfectly in sync, perfectly full every time.

It’s new to you, but Eren and Armin have always been best friends; it’s not abnormal for them to share. And they do it so well.

“Eren, Armin, I—” you call, almost wail at you feel someone’s fingertips brush past your weak spot, “Please.”

Your hips rise as you groan with the feeling, and as if rehearsed, the both of their free hands are quick to snap you back against the mattress. When you look down at them, Eren has a dirty look in his eyes, but Armin’s is dirtier—as if you let you know that that he did that; that he planned it, too.

“Don’t be rude,” Eren tuts, “Armin’s being so nice to you, so be good for him. Be good for us.”

You almost want to cry—if this is his nice, you’ve severely underestimated the Armin Arlert you know.

“You wanna come, yeah?” Armin asks you, with a tone so light and genuine, you would never think he’s capable of anything he’s currently doing.

You nod your head embarrassingly quickly, a stuttered moan slipping out as both boys tighten their told on each other’s fingers; and Armin smirks with glassy eyes before lowering his head closer to your center, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you.”

Armin’s eyes flicker to Eren’s only for a moment, a ghost of a nod shared before the two boys before Armin’s tongue is flat against your slit. You hiss, incoherent moans escaping your throat; Armin is merciless, licking, and sucking until it hurts to breathe.

Your eyes flutter shut when Armin pushes the tip of his tongue against your clit, both his and Eren’s fingers slowing in time with his movement, before speeding up just as he sucks at the bud again. Eren bites a kiss into your thigh, hand squeezing at your hips again.

“I said be good,” he reminds you, sucking at your skin again with warning, “Look at him.”

You don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, that the second you make eye contact with the blonde again, he sucks on your clit; not ceasing his actions until you come with hot, white flashes resonating through your body.

You can hear them laugh at your collapse, Eren gently kissing your shaking thigh as your body goes limp. Eren shimmies his body up slightly, pulling both his and Armin’s fingers from your pussy and guiding them to your lips.

“Taste,” is his simple command, ordering you to open your mouth wide enough to take both of their fingers.

Eren hums through a laugh, before turning his head to Armin. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, brings his hand to the back of his friend’s head, grabbing tufts of blonde hair in his grip, and angling his head for a perfect kiss, “Share.”

You can barely register their mouths moving together, lewd sounds and flashes of tongue in their kissing, before your head falls back against your pillow again. They’ll be the end of you someday, you’re certain of it.

Your reaction makes Armin chuckle—almost innocently, but you know now you’ve been using that word far too liberally with him. He crawls up to lay next you, gently cradling your cheek with one hand to pull your face to his.

“Good right?” he asks gently, a light kiss placed on your bruised lips.

“Hm,” you can just barely nod, eyes flickering to stay open, “Eren was right.”

Eren finds himself at your other side, pressing feather-light kisses into your neck and jaw, “Told you so, baby.”

“Eren would know,” Armin smiles, and those blue eyes are coated with a layer of mischief once again, “He speaks from personal experience, after all.”

iv. the throne — (you’re down for me, and i’m down, too)

“You have to be careful,” you warn him, “It won’t be very sexy if I fall over into the tub.”

Eren hums, with the intonation that tells you he heard you, but he’s not really listening. He peppers kisses along your thigh, hands greedy; grabbing and pinching at your skin. He uses one hand to pry your legs open wider; one knee bent, foot resting against the side of your bathtub, while the other is grounded against the tiles, and Eren on his knees below you.

You don’t know why this is a fantasy of his—and why he wants to do it now, in the bathroom of all places, but you admit you give into him more than you should.

He wraps his forearms under your thighs, reaching so that the palm of his hands pull at your skin; and pull you closer to his face. Nervous, you grip at the sink for extra support.

Eren smirks below you, peppering an apologetic kiss dangerously close to your center. You growl, using your free hand to grab at his hair, crane his neck back to make him look at you.

“Eren, listen to me,” you tell him. He knows your voice has annoyance laced in it, but it’s also heavy with authority, and makes blood rush to his pants.

Raised eyebrows lower slowly, his pupils wide and blown out at your sudden command; before his surprise morphs into lust. “Of course, baby,” he concedes, licking at your clit too quickly, “Tell me what you want. I’ll listen.”

You squint with disbelief. Nothing is ever that straightforward with Eren; even when he’s on his knees about to give, he’s asking something of you, too. Nevertheless, you loosen your hold on his hair in favor of cradling his head more gently.

“Just,” you start, a shaky breath escaping through your words when Eren’s tongue prods at your clit, “Just make sure I don’t fall.”

Eren hums, vibrations resonating throughout your body, a hissed curse slipping past your lips. “Of course,” he repeats, “I wouldn’t want to hurt my baby.”

You nod, breath growing increasing unsteady when Eren circles your clit with his tongue. He gets greedy, alternating between licking, and kissing, and sucking; and relishing in your body growing heavy in his hands.

“Though,” he says, words spoken muffled against your sensitive skin, but those green eyes are bright and bold when they look at you, “If you’re afraid of falling, you could always sit on my face instead.”

v. love on top — (my love’s infinite, nothing I wouldn’t do, won’t do, for you)

You’re pretty like this, too. Pretty all the time—but if there’s one thing Eren likes more than you under him, it’s you on top of him.

“You’re so hot like this,” he says, voice thick with lust, as he reaches out to rest his hands against your hips.

Eren likes the way you bounce on top of him, thighs shaking against his. He’s surprised when you move your hands to take his off of you—quick to question your motives, before you lace your hands with his, a weak, but sweet smile when your fingers are intertwined.

He smiles back, using your connected hands to pull you forward, elbows bent, the back of his hands plush against the sheets, while your palms hold them down. You’re bent over now, tummy pressed against his, and Eren can feel you breathing into the crook of his neck.

He bends his knee to give him some leverage, adding his own thrusts while you desperately bounce back on his cock.

“B—babe… ‘M gonna come,” he moans, and it’s not long before he’s cumming inside of you. He unlaces one of his hands from yours, using it to rest against the small of your back as you shake through your own orgasm, open mouthed kisses pressed into his collar.

You lay like that for a bit, before Eren pulls out. He has to move you off of him to throw away the condom; but is quick to find his way back to the bed, rolling onto the mattress unceremoniously. He lays facing you, and reaches a hand out, palm open and waiting.

You roll your eyes, but lazily meet him halfway as he daps you up; a stupid smile on his face. He shuffles onto his back, and pulls you on top of him, this time using both hands to wrap around your waist.

“That was so hot,” he muses, love-drunk on you and tracing random patterns into your skin, “You should—should do that more often.”

You curl your hands up to circle his head, lazy fingers playing with his hair, as you nuzzle your head into his chest, eyes fluttering shut, as sleep takes over your body, “Maybe.”

(Definitely).

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Eunoia // Ch. 14

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognition, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 15k+

Warnings: Abuse and violence, past sexual abuse, derogetory language, sexual harassment

Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

It has been a long time, I know. Thanks for being patient with me. This was supposed to be the last chapter of Yoongi and Hoseok’s part but I just couldn’t fit everything that needed to happen inside or it would turn into a 30k chapter and be even more late, so I divided it into two.

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Four days felt like a much smaller amount of time than when you had first been informed of your break. When you heard the alarm the morning you had to go back to work, you were tempted to ignore it and cover your head with the sheets. This was strange for two reasons. You always woke up before your alarm and it was impossible for you to fall asleep again after waking up, even when you were exhausted. But your eyes were heavy and sleep was clinging to your bones.

You reached for your phone and turned off the alarm. The hybrids were waiting for you in the kitchen, breakfast already served. You thanked Seokjin, who looked the most awake. Jimin and Jungkook were leaning against each other with their eyes half closed, small yawns escaping them every few minutes. It was a little earlier than the time you usually left but you had to do some work in the company building before you could go to the studios. Hoseok's injuries were much better, you didn't need to check on them twice a day anymore so you avoided going to their room and waking them up.

The fox hybrid had been opening up more and he looked more at ease with his surroundings. After eating dinner with you on the first night of your break, he had timidly asked if they could join you again. His whole face lit up when you told him they would always be welcome. Dinners had turned into lunches too, claiming that way you didn't have to carry the trays to their room every day.

You weren't surprised at how well he got along with Jimin. His heart-shaped smile had even charmed Namjoon. He was fascinated with every little thing and you made use of your break to show him around the house. It could be a little overwhelming, so you stuck to the basics at first. The kitchen, the upstairs living room, the library (where at least one of you could be found most times) and the cinema room. He looked at everything in wonder, his red tail wagging behind him. Yoongi trailed after you, the bored expression on his face slipping at how happy and excited Hoseok was.

The second day of your break Jimin announced that you would all be watching a movie. He would accept no complaints, not that there were any. You made enough popcorn for a whole movie theater while Seokjin and Jungkook made pizza. You strictly forbade them from putting on one of your movies. You were so deeply involved and connected with them you had trouble watching them without overthinking every scene, line and camera angle. Jimin pouted, joined by Jungkook and a more subtle Hoseok. But you didn’t budge. Jimin huffed and selected a comedy with an actor Seokjin liked.

It was the third day of your break and Jimin had dragged you with him to the guest suite, saying he needed his daily cuddles. You were laying together in his bed as you played with his blond strands. His hair was growing longer and he was complaining that it was falling in his eyes but you loved running your hands through it, your fingers getting lost inside. Jimin snuggled into your side, his tail wrapped around your waist.

“You are very affectionate today,” you said. Jimin let out an unsatisfied noise when you stopped massaging his scalp, so you moved your hand upwards, scratching behind his cat ears, eliciting a small moan from him.

“I am always affectionate,” he said, nuzzling against your collarbones. “You’re just not here and you’re tired when you come back.”

You placed a kiss on the crown of his head. “Sorry.” It was your job. You shouldn’t feel guilty. And yet…

Jimin raised his head, your hand falling from his hair to rest on his cheek. “Don’t be. I just wish you were here more. With us. But your job is important.”

“I guess,” you said caressing his cheek, the cat hybrid leaning into your touch. “I’ll try to get some more time off when I go back to work.” It would be difficult but not impossible. There were often breaks for a couple of days in the filming schedule but you usually spent those revising scripts or reviewing the work of the various departments or attending meetings. Many of those things weren’t actually your responsibilities, they weren’t in your contract, you did them because you wanted everything to be perfect. You could take a step back for once and make up for it later.

Jimin leaned against you, purring happily at the prospect of spending more time with you. He had been clinging to you in the past days after your week-long absence. The first night after making up with Jungkook he had slept with him in their room and you’d thought he would sleep there from now on. But the next night you had come out of the shower to find him laying in your bed.

A talk show was playing on the TV, filling the comfortable silence of the room. Jimin whispering your name had you looking away from the screen. “Hoseok is doing better, right?”

“He is. He’s recovering fast. Why are you asking?” you asked, worried that he had noticed something you hadn’t. Hybrids had much more developed senses than humans that could have detected something you had missed.

“He’s nice,” he said, playing with the fake buttons of your shirt. “He looks so happy all the time and he’s so energetic.”

“He is. See? He’s really getting better.” That didn’t seem to satisfy Jimin.

“What if they want to leave now that he’s better?”

You cooed at him, pulling him closer. “Is that what’s brought this on? If they want to leave we can’t stop them. The door is always open if they don’t want to be here anymore. They only came here because Hoseok was injured and he couldn’t go to the hospital.”

“But can they stay?” His eyes were shining as he looked up at you. “Please.”

“They can stay for as long as they want. But I can’t force them to stay.”

Jimin didn’t say anything more, hiding into your side. Last night at dinner, Jimin had been quiet and withdrawn, glancing at Yoongi every few minutes. There was history between them, one that ran deep and cut just as hard. From little clues and pieces and what Jimin himself had told you, you had pieced together an image of Jimin’s past but you had trouble finding where exactly Yoongi fit.

You hadn’t forgotten Jimin’s words in your office the day you had invited the two hybrids in your house. Yoongi once belonged to the same man Jimin did. They had done something to him and Jimin had been left to the adoption center he had escaped from. Yoongi had been left somewhere else, you guessed a less savory place. But you couldn’t figure out what they could have done to be kicked out. Something Jimin still felt guilty about. Betrayal was a strong and sticky word and it was hard to associate it with sweet Jimin, even when that man deserved that and more.

Yoongi was a mystery surrounded by several brick walls. Only a wrecking ball could break them down. You were the kind of person to knock on a wall and wait for it to crumble by itself when it came to people. At work, if the only way to get through an obstacle was a wrecking ball, you would bring a wrecking ball.

Surprises weren’t uncommon for you (see: Virginia earthquake), you had learnt to face them head on and control the consequences. But that hadn’t prepared you for the string of surprises during your break and the days after that.

The first surprise came with how well Hoseok was getting along with the other hybrids. His endearing excitement about anything and everything didn’t fail to amuse them. He would curl up on the grass, bathing in sunlight, often joined by Jimin who had developed the same habit when spring first arrived. He was curious about everything, asking question after question with his red fluffy tail wagging behind him like an overexcited puppy. All of you couldn’t help but humor him and try to answer his questions to the best of your abilities.

The second surprise shocked you more than the first. It was the third night the two hybrids were eating dinner with you in the backyard. Yoongi usually didn’t talk, opting to focus on his food while observing the progression of the meal. Thus when he spoke, everyone fell silent. He didn’t say much, it only took him a couple of seconds to compliment Jin’s cooking then become quiet again. Jin stuttered through his thanks, flustered at the unexpected compliment. The panther hybrid didn’t talk again for the rest of the meal.

The third surprise was seeing Yoongi and Jimin sitting next to each other, sometimes in silence and sometimes talking. Being pulled to each other like a moth to the flame. It made Hoseok all too happy to spend time with both of them.

The fourth surprise came in the form of a text from a contact you hadn’t interacted with since Christmas. You laid back on your bed, staring at the paragraphs-long text and forgetting about anything else. You stared and stared as if the letters would rearrange themselves, or better yet disappear if you stared long enough.

You didn’t notice how much time you had spent there unmoving until there was a knock on the door.

“Open,” you called.

The door was pushed open and Namjoon walked into the room, his gray hair falling in his face. In the mornings he looked younger. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Yeah,” you said, not moving. They never had to call you for breakfast. Your schedules had become so in sync you arrived for breakfast the moment it was ready or a few minutes early.

“What happened?” Namjoon asked. He approached, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“Nothing happened, I guess. It’s an invitation.” The text had been sent late last night but you had missed it, leaving your phone to charge upon coming back home and not looking at it again. “It’s from my parents. For a gala.”

“Your parents?” The surprise was evident in his face. You didn’t talk much about your parents, those were conversations you didn’t tend to enjoy. Your parents were a topic you weren’t well-versed in and your lack of confidence was irritating.

You looked at the text again, black letters surrounded by gray. “They invited me to a fashion gala. They would really appreciate it if I could attend.” Reading the text again, you wondered if your mother had asked someone else to write it before deeming it persuasive enough to send. “It’s held in Beverly Hills.”

“When?” Namjoon asked.

“Saturday. In less than a week.” It was Tuesday.

Namjoon glanced at your phone. “Do you want to go?”

The answer was more complicated than you would have liked. You didn’t feel like buying a new gown (god forbid if you wore a dress you had worn before at such an event), having your makeup and hair done and plastering a smile on your face while exchanging pleasantries with people you didn’t know for the whole night. But it wasn’t that easy. You hadn’t attended the Christmas event your mother had organized, using work as an excuse, not feeling like showing up at an event in the mindset you had fallen into. Although she didn’t show it, your mother had been offended.

You couldn’t skip another event.

You threw an arm over your eyes, groaning. “I can’t not go. My mother organized the gala, it will look bad if I’m not there.”

“I could come with you,” Namjoon offered.

It would be nice having someone there with you. Namjoon had a way of calming you down and settling your worries but actually remembering those galas made you change your mind. The rich and mighty loved showing off their wealth and power and hybrids were part of that allure. You wouldn’t subject Namjoon to that. You weren’t sure how he would react. You didn’t want to subject him to your parents’ scrutiny either.

“It would be better if I went alone,” you said. Namjoon threaded his fingers with yours in understanding. He pulled on your hand until you were sitting up on the bed, facing him.

“If you don’t want to go, you shouldn’t.”

Only that it wasn’t so simple. Or it was just your human nature making this overcomplicated.

“My mother will be really disappointed if I don’t go. I didn’t go to her last event, either. It will look bad if I don’t go to this one too.” Namjoon squeezed your hand, urging you to continue. “I’m just tired of them. Galas, events, they are all the same and not in a good way. Sure, there are some people worth talking too. I’ve had some great conversations there, but those are far and few in between. Most people are just trying to outshine the one next to them. And my mother only wants me there to complete the picture.”

The powerful and influential couple with their successful daughter. It was an image that haunted you. Most times you tried to ignore it because it wasn’t fair of you to judge your parents like that. They never made you attend those events, they didn’t get angry when you couldn’t make it. But it left a sour taste in your mouth when those events were the only times you saw them anymore.

“You don’t have to be alone there.” Namjoon brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of your palm. “I’m always here if you change your mind. It would feel better if you weren’t alone.”

“It isn’t that I don’t want you there. I do,” you said. “But that isn’t a world you want to be a part of, it isn’t really my world either. There, hybrids are just expensive accessories and I don’t want people to look at you like that. Like you are something to be had.”

Namjoon’s eyes were soft on you as he cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. “That’s how most people look at us. It isn’t something new. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m used to it.”

“But it isn’t right.” You sounded like a five-year-old complaining that the world wasn’t fair because her parents didn’t buy her ice cream but you couldn’t help it. “And it isn’t just the other people, the guests. I’m not sure about my parents either. They don’t know I’ve adopted you. Actually, they don’t know about anything that has happened in my life this year.”

“I understand if you don’t want them to know about us.”

“It isn’t that,” you said. “Not exactly. I don’t want them involved in my business and judging my choices. They- They are my parents and I guess they care about me in their own way but I won’t be able to stay calm if they look at you like they are estimating your price tag.”

Namjoon leaned closer, bringing your foreheads together. You closed your eyes, surrounded by his warmth. “All I care about is for you to feel comfortable and if my presence there will make things worse then I won’t come with you. But if you change your mind, I’ll be right here. Whatever you want, I’m here.”

You tilted your head, waiting for his lips to touch yours. You shared a sweet kiss before there was another knock at the door.

“Namjoon! Did you wake her up?” Seokjin shouted from the other side of the door. “The breakfast is getting cold! I woke up at the crack of dawn to make it!”

You giggled as you separated.

“Let’s go before he decides we don’t deserve food,” Namjoon said.

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You had to readjust your schedule for the gala. There were many things you had to do in the five days leading up to it. Your mother was so pleased you accepted the invitation she called you the very next day to tell you how happy she was you would be attending. She hadn’t organized a fashion gala in years and it meant a lot that you would be there to support her. The gala was all about the importance of fashion and the unique interpretations of old and new big names in the industry. It would be one of the grandest events of the year, even if your mother was as clueless about fashion as she was about your life. She enjoyed watching the glorious parts and giving compliments, but rarely got more involved than that.

She had arranged for you to meet with one of the designers featured at the event. You could choose a dress from his collection that would be showcased at the gala. Your mother reassured you that they would do everything so your dress would be fitted to your exact measurements and ready for you to wear on time. You didn’t complain. It would be otherwise impossible to find a dress of the caliber your mother expected in such a short time.

The designer came to your house himself with his assistants. He was a nice young man with a tilted accent revealing that he wasn’t originally from the United States. You made small talk about the different kinds of art characterizing your jobs. They took your measurements and presented you with a few options the designer had selected for you. Some were more eccentric than others but all of them were beautiful.

After discussing with him and listening to his opinions, you selected a piece with gold and red embroidery and a flowy skirt. He was very pleased with your choice, going on and on about how good it would look on you. You felt fluttered at how excited he was for you to wear his design.

You had to meet him again a few days later for the first fitting. He offered to come to your house again but it would be easier for the alterations to be at his studio, where all of his tools were.

Jimin had seen the opportunity to spend more time with you and put on his most convincing puppy eyes asking you to take him with you to the fashion studio. You had no reason to refuse, you wanted to spend more time with him too. Somehow Jimin roped Seokjin into coming with you as well. They waited for you outside until the alterations were done. You couldn’t resist spoiling them while you were out so you took them for waffles. From Seokjin’s stuffed face it was safe to say he enjoyed them.

You had to go back to work after the fitting but Jimin was clinging to you not letting you go, which was how you ended up with the two of them at the final table-reading for the first episode of the Raven Cycle. They both quietly watched the actors delivering their lines. Jimin leaned forward in his seat as he got more and more invested in the scenes, snapping out of it whenever one scene ended and you discussed corrections and suggestions.

The atmosphere was light and friendly. You were professionals and you believed in maintaining a healthy environment of communication and mutual respect that left space for jokes and friendships to develop. The chemistry between the actors was important and you found that when they were friends and had a bond in real life too, it showed.

“Okay, that was great. I liked Ronan’s extra lines, we should keep that in.” The writer next to you wrote it down. “It’s getting late so let’s take a small break for a few minutes and move on to scene fifteen and sixteen and we’re completely done with episode one.” Everyone agreed with you and soon chatter was filling the room. You stretched your arms behind you, your body was complaining after sitting for too many hours.

The snacks and refreshments on the table against the wall were dwindling as the table-reading went on. All the important people in the project were there; the executive producers, the writers, the heads of the various departments and of course all the main actors of the first episode. The room with the large table and the many couches and chairs was large enough for everyone.

Three more days of table reading, which was mainly for revisions, and you would be done, leaving around a week before filming was scheduled to start. Just on time. Despite unfortunate surprises and earthquakes, you were on time. Next week you would be back in the studios standing behind the cameras watching years of work and planning coming to life. The first moments of filming in every movie or TV show whispered to you in silver and gold lines that you couldn’t describe as anything else than magic.

You picked up a bottle of water and a sandwich from the snack table, getting caught up in a short conversation with one of the producers. Your scalp was beginning to hurt from the tight ponytail your hair was trapped in. With a pat on your shoulder, the producer left to find the head of the costume department.

Jimin and Jin were sitting on the smallest couch, away from the table in the middle of the room. Jimin’s ears twitched as you settled on the armrest. You handed him the sandwich.

“For me?”

“You have been looking at it as much as you have been looking at the actors.”

Jimin still didn’t take a bite. “I already ate two.”

“And now you will eat one more.” You nudged the sandwich closer to his face. “They are quite small. I think Will has eaten seven since we started.” You glanced at your assistant, he was talking with two of the actors.

Jimin smiled at you like you were sharing a secret before diving into his sandwich. You opened your water bottle and gulped down half of it in seconds.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? It’s past eight and it will take at least one more hour to finish the last two scenes and wrap everything up.” You had asked them if they wanted to leave three times since you’d arrived and the answer had been the same each time.

“It’s eight?” Jin asked, pulling out his phone from his pocket. You leaned over Jimin to peek at the screen seeing a few texts from Namjoon and Jungkook and notifications from the various apps Jin used. You had texted Namjoon earlier so he wouldn’t worry that Jin and Jimin hadn’t returned home.

“And it will be at least nine by the time I’m done,” you said.

“We’ve been here for three hours. We can wait for you one more.” Jin opened the messages app reading the texts, a smile appearing on his face.

Jimin had eaten more than half of the sandwich, crumbs sticking at the sides of his mouth. “I want to see what happens at the end. Pretty please?”

“We will wait for you,” Jin said. “We don’t have anything better to do,” he added, to which Jimin agreed enthusiastically. You scratched the cat hybrid's ears while he devoured the rest of the sandwich.

What you hadn’t considered before taking them with you was that the table reading would give away many spoilers for the show. Spoilers were the bane of your existence. Not everyone minded them but you disliked them with passion. You had almost strangled Zayn when he had told you a spoiler he had seen on Twitter for the ending of Avengers: Infinity War, minutes before the movie started. Zayn had been very lucky the lights hadn’t gone out yet. The suspense was one of your favorite parts and that was ruined for you when you knew what would happen.

At least it was the first episode but there was a lot of discussion on how certain parts or pieces of dialogue would connect with later episodes. The fact that it was an adaptation also changed things. You had been adamant about staying true to the original story and keeping in as many scenes from the book as you could. Your additions revolved around character development, the relationships between the characters, and some conflicts that hadn’t been in the book but you had discussed in length with Maggie. In this case, you didn’t know exactly how to define spoilers.

As expected, you finished the table reading twenty minutes past nine. Gathering all your folders from the table, the scripts, and various notes from the writers and producers, you hid them all away in your backpack. Henrietta and the magical forest were coming to life from their voices alone. You could already imagine how captivating it would be on screen.

Jimin was laying his head on Jin’s shoulder with his arm wrapped around the older’s waist. It had taken some time for them to relax in the room full of strangers, some of who hadn’t been subtle about staring. One look from you and their gazes had darted away. It still wasn’t common to have a hybrid, much less three, but you didn’t care how curious they were if they were making Jimin and Jin uncomfortable.

During the first break, early at the table reading, you had been roped into a debate about a possible change in one of the scenes. The two hybrids had kept to themselves, staying quiet and watching. The actress playing Blue had walked up to them with a wide smile and introduced herself. The remaining tension in them was released when she struck up a conversation with them.

“Time to get going,” you said. Jimin looked up at you, blinking drowsily. “Should I tell John to carry you to the car?”

“We’re leaving?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes.

“Thankfully yes so you need to get up.” You had wrapped everything up, saying goodbye to everyone and you were ready to go.

Jin kissed Jimin’s blond curls. “Let’s go and get you into an actual bed.” He got up and pulled Jimin with him, the younger hybrid was clinging to his back like a koala from the hallway where you met up with John to the parking lot.

In the car, you looked at them through the rear-view mirror. Jimin’s eyes were closed, laying his head on Jin’s shoulder.

“Hard day?” John asked, moving the gear shift to the left and then up.

“I’m a little afraid that my scenario might be a little boring,” you said glancing behind you. “It’s too early for him to be falling asleep.”

The car started moving, leaving the dimly lit parking lot behind. “He’s not used to being out for that long,” Jin said smoothing down Jimin’s hair with care. Jin cared for you with everything he had, you tried to do the same but it was close to impossible with how busy you were.

“If it’s my scenario though, I need to rewrite that thing from beginning to end.”

John chuckled. “Good luck telling that to the writers and the producers. They’ll love it.”

They’d love it as much as cats loved swimming.

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You took the day of the gala off. If you went to the gala tired after work, you wouldn’t be able to put a smile on your face and keep it there. It wasn’t so much that the galas were awful but that you felt out of place in them. Your mother had many connections and she would invite the “best” of her world. Some faces had become familiar, a steady fixture in your mother’s guest lists. Some faces you should be able to recognize but you didn’t, resulting in interactions based on pretending.

At the after-parties of award shows and premieres, you were more at ease. The designer dresses and suits were the same, worn by rich and influential people, but it was people you knew and respected. Your skin wasn’t prickling at the tension, lost somewhere between remembering a name or a company and ignoring the jabs at other guests or the rumors spreading like vines.

The last event you had attended was in New York last September, it had been the event of the year according to your mother. Jacob had accompanied you, hugging your mother and shaking hands with your father. He had stayed next to you from the moment you stepped into the place to the moment you got into the car to leave. You had to somewhat agree with your mother. A lot of interesting people were in attendance, famous writers and journalists, and you succeeded in ignoring the less favorable situations.

Your parents had changed a lot, or maybe it was just the circumstances that had changed and the different perspective you had as an adult. You used to cast them as the absentee parents, an overused trope you didn't find much merit in. It was too simple, too straightforward. They didn't disappear from one day to the next, cutting all contact with you. It was more like the times they were there grew fewer and fewer until they had moved permanently to New York by the time you were eight. Your father had been offered a position he couldn't refuse and your mother loved him too much to leave him alone there. She tried, she tried to stay for you but she had been trying to find a reason to leave your hometown since she was a teenager. The penthouses and neat offices fit her far better than the beaches and town squares ever did.

It started as a few weeks at first. Your father would be staying in the city for some meetings and your mother wanted to join him. His job involved a lot of traveling and in most of your memories, he was holding a suitcase. A few weeks turned into a month the next time, then into a few months you had to stay with your aunt and your cousins. After you turned eight, they were coming back only for a few weeks every year.

When you were ten you stopped answering their calls and refused to talk to them. Your mother still tried, even traveled back to be with you. Instead of staying at your house with her, you stayed with your aunt. Your mother left defeated. It took a year for you to speak to them again. Childish, but you couldn't blame your past self. The cracks in your relationship with your parents were still there. As an attempt to prevent them from widening and growing, you at least tried to attend the events your mother invited you to.

Another one to add to the list.

"Does the duck look ready to you?" you asked Jin. Roasted duck wasn't a dish you had experience with but that wasn't the only reason you called for Jin. Being home for the day you had offered to help Jin cook lunch. Cooking helped take your mind off, focusing on the recipe and chatting with Jin.

Jin left the lettuce he was washing in the bowl and dried his hands in a towel. His steps were careful and measured, one of his hands holding on the counter.

"It looks good," he said. "You can take it out."

You opened the oven, pulling back last minute so the heat wouldn't burn your face. "It smells incredible! I think I got ten times hungrier just smelling this."

Jin chuckled but it was strained. "I'm too good at this." He was still holding onto the counter.

"You won't catch me complaining."

He went back to the lettuce in the sink, his bangs falling into his face and covering his eyes. You wrapped the chicken breasts in foil and let them rest for a few minutes. The figs were caramelized and the potatoes fried until golden. That was about it for the main dish.

Jin was cutting the lettuce so you occupied yourself with making the salad dressing. You worked in silence. It wasn't for the lack of anything to say but a flinch from Jin earlier, while you had been talking, had you lowering your voice and then closing your mouth when you were finished with that sentence. It was only for a moment before he turned away, but it was enough for you to notice. You had asked him if he was alright twice and both times the answer had been the same. After that, it was clear he wouldn't tell you anything else regardless of how many times you asked.

A thud echoed in the room followed, not a second after, by the sound of metal clattering on wood. The spoon you used to mix the ingredients of the salad dressing stilled in your hand. Jin had fallen to his knees on the floor, holding the counted with one hand and his head with the other. The knife laid abandoned on the cutting board next to the lettuce.

For a moment your surroundings blurred from the surprise before coming into crystal clear focus. You rushed to Jin's side, who was trying to pull himself back up to his feet.

"I'm alright. I slipped," he said.

"You slipped? Seriously?" You had one arm around his waist and it stayed there as he leaned back against the counter. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just a little dizzy," Jin muttered. That close to him, only a breath away, you could see how pale he was, the dark circles under his eyes standing out against the white of his skin.

"You haven't been alright since we started cooking. You aren't just a little dizzy, that's not how someone is when they're a little dizzy."

Jin turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze. "Let it go, please. Only the salad is left. I'll rest after we eat."

"Jin, that's not..." Clueless about how to continue, you pressed your palm to his forehead. In winter your hands were always freezing cold, it didn't matter if the temperature wasn't that low they would turn into popsicles mere seconds after going outside. Only that it wasn’t winter but spring and your hands were as warm as they could be, that’s why it was that much more concerning that his forehead was warmer than it should be under your touch. “You’re burning up. How are you still standing?”

“It isn’t that bad,” Jin said. He wasn’t looking at you.

“It isn’t that bad?” you repeated in disbelief. “Forget about the salad, I’m taking you to your room.”

You were about to turn around when Jin gripped your elbow weakly. “You don’t need to, really, I can finish up here, it isn’t the first time. I can do it.” The sweat that was gathering on his forehead and his tired eyes told a different story.

“You have been cooking while feeling sick?” you asked. Being out of the house almost all day it wouldn’t have been hard to miss and when you came back at night you weren’t that aware of your surroundings, but the other hybrids would have been able to see past Jin’s pretenses.

“Not here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

That’s something you should have expected. You had never met his previous owners but you couldn’t stop yourself from hating them for what they had done to him. Hate was too strong of a word but you didn’t have any other name for the burning in your chest whenever you witnessed how insecure and self-conscious Jin had become of them.

You cupped his cheek in your palm turning his head to face you and you rested your forehead against his, your noses bumping. At the touch his shoulders slumped, his back muscles unraveling under your hand. Jin joked that it was weird that his scent glands weren’t in the same places as other hybrids’ but in strange places like his forehead. You couldn’t agree with him because standing there with your foreheads touching it was just as intimate.

The walk to his room was silent. You opened the door for him and watched him hide under the covers, between the countless pillows and stuffed animals. Before leaving, you placed a kiss on his forehead your lips warming up because of his fever. You wanted to stay there with him and with the way he was holding your hand he wanted the same but the lettuce was waiting for you back in the kitchen and there were five hybrids you had to feed.

Finishing up the meal was a matter of minutes. The dressing for the salad had been made and you only had to finish cutting the lettuce and a few fresh tomatoes before mixing everything in a large bowl. You unwrapped the foil from around the duck breasts and arranged them in plates, adding the figs with the pan juices and the fried potatoes. It looked like something you would order at a five-star restaurant, most of Jin’s cooking did.

The mouth-watering aroma must have drifted downstairs because as you were putting the last touches on the plates two sets of feet were running up the staircase. Jimin looked like he had been lured into the kitchen by some magical force, transfixed on the plates on the counter. He sniffed, making tiny happy noises.

“This smells so good. I’m hungry!” he whined.

Jungkook followed behind, taking a look at the plates and turning to you with pleading eyes. “When are we eating?”

You shook your head at their antics. “I just finished up, you can take them down if you want so stop looking at me like that.”

Jimin pouted, his shoulders raising. “Looking at you like what?”

“Stop that, I know what you’re doing.”

Jimin continued on, batting his eyelashes at you. “What am I doing? Am I not doing good?”

You pinched his cheek, making him giggle. “I thought you were hungry but apparently you aren’t hungry enough if you’re still here instead of taking the food down.” At that Jungkook was quick to take out the large trays and fill them with the plates and bowls.

Jimin went to help before pausing. “Where is Jinnie?”

Jin was always in the kitchen before meals, helping the two youngest carry the trays to the backyard. You didn’t want to worry Jimin, he was very sensitive to how others were feeling. His emotional walls were so thin that your blues and grays bled into his yellow. “He’s in his room resting, he’s feeling a little under the weather today.”

“But…How didn’t we notice anything?” Jimin asked.

You patted his shoulder. “I didn’t either until we were cooking lunch. He just needs to rest and he will be better in no time.” Jimin gazed at the food like it could give him the answers he was looking for, you continued. “The duck is his recipe, he only went to his room after the food was ready.” You didn’t mention how he had collapsed while cutting the lettuce, a knife in his hand and way too many grievous possibilities.

Jungkook picked up the nicest plate, you had made it last and having used the previous six ones as practice it had come out looking the best. “Can I take it to him?” It was well-known that he had a soft spot for Jin, sneaking into his room the nights he was running away chased by guilt. Jin had been the only one he had let in then. But again, they all had a soft spot for each other, it may translate differently into actions but it was the same at the core.

You pulled out a smaller bowl from the cupboard. Let me put some salad in this first.” This was one of the only salads everyone liked, even Jimin who was firmly against eating most greens (Namjoon didn’t like them much either but at least he was trying). You filled a glass with water as well and placed it on the smaller tray Jungkook had prepared. “Don’t wake him up if he’s sleeping, he looked really tired.”

“I’ll be quiet,” Jungkook promised picking up the tray and leaving for Jin’s room.

Jimin went back to arranging the plates on the trays. “He’ll be alright soon, right?”

“Of course he will,” you reassured him. “In no time he will be shouting at Jungkook for eating his ingredients and having fights with any insects that find their way to the garden. Now, let’s take these down because having the food right in front of me and not eating it is killing me.”

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Jin had a terrible headache, that’s where everything had started. He had woken up and instantly wanted to roll to his other side and fall asleep again covering his head with the blanket. His eyes refused to stay open and everything around him was like he was in a fog. His body wasn’t his own, it was like watching someone else execute each move he commanded, like he had lost parts of his senses. Everything was duller.

Powering through, he got up and made his bed, throwing the blankets over it with less precision than usual and arranging his stuffed animals against the pillows. It was your day off because of the gala and he had to make breakfast for you and the other hybrids.

It was enough that he got a few more hours of sleep as a result of the lack of your morning schedule. He could deal with the world being a little blurry at the edges and his body not cooperating every few minutes.

He made an easy breakfast for the day, which was a little disappointing when you were able to sit and enjoy it for once, but he was physically unable to do anything more. Sitting down would help. After breakfast, he would lay down on the couch and he would be better in no time.

Breakfast came and went and in a few hours, he had to start making lunch. Your offer to help was a godsend with his feet feeling like jelly. He thought he had it under control, that he could get through lunch then go to his room and hide under the covers where no one could see him. Until his legs gave up on him.

The knife slipped out of his hand and he watched its slow descent to the cutting board. In a blink he was on his knees, he blinked again and you were next to him helping him up. Hybrids weren’t supposed to get sick, scientists had engineered their whole being down to the color of their hair and eyes, they could strengthen their immune system as well. His past owners used to say that it was in his head because he was living with humans, that if he got sick the center must have given them a problematic hybrid and that couldn’t be true. He had paid a lot for Jin.

The door opened just enough for you to poke your head in. “Jin?” you whispered, quiet enough to not wake him up if he had been sleeping but loud enough for his hearing to pick up while awake. He lowered the blankets from his face. “Hey, did you finish with your food?”

“Yeah, it’s…” He pointed to the tray on the nightstand, he didn’t have enough strength to take it to the desk. You didn’t comment on the food that was left on the plates.

“Are you feeling any better?” you asked. His head still hurt and the heaviness of his body didn’t subside, but it was much better than when he had been standing so he nodded. “Do you need anything else? I brought some medicine if you want, I read that it’s alright for hybrids to take.” Despite the pain and the weariness of his body, he smiled at you and your research. The way you cared about them was endearing. You pulled out a packet from your back pocket.

“I think I’ll take one.” The constant drumming behind his temples and the back of his head was getting too much. It was so bad it wouldn’t let him sleep.

“I’ll go get some water for you.” You left the packet on the nightstand and picked up the tray with the leftovers.

Jin rolled to his back staring at the ceiling. He didn’t get sick often and he hated how his body was betraying him. You returned with a glass filled with water in one hand and a jug in the other.

“There you go,” you said handing him the glass. You opened the medicine packet and pressed a white tablet out. It was light in his palm, almost as if it wasn’t there. He put it in his mouth and washed it down with water. “You’ll feel better in no time.” You stroked his hair and he had to hold himself back from purring. Being sick he craved affection more than ever before.

“Don’t come too close, you’ll get sick too.”

You didn’t pull back. “Then I’ll have a reason to stay at home. It doesn’t sound so bad.” You tugged at the blanket. “Fancy some company?” Jin scooted to the side, letting you slip in next to him. Something inside him rejoiced at having you in his nest with him. It was ridiculous, having the need to nest was ridiculous, but he couldn’t suppress it. You turned around to face him, your head on a light blue pillow you had picked up from the pile. “Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?”

In the absence of words, he nodded his head. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You weren’t wearing makeup today in anticipation of the heavy makeup you would have to wear for the gala. The shadows under your eyes, concealed any other day, were threatening to spill over the rest of your face. The late nights had been many in the past few days, making up for the breaks you were taking. More and more he came to realize that work was your life and you were like a fish escaping water pushing it back.

You didn’t speak, basking in the silent company of each other. Jin let his worries go and, thanks to the medicine, his headache got duller until he couldn’t feel it. He didn’t notice when he fell asleep, waking up to voices.

“…feeling better, the medicine must have kicked in. His temperature has gone back to normal too,” you whispered.

“Okay, that’s good. Our Jinnie is strong,” the other voice said and heat traveled up to the top of Jin’s ears. The voice was unmistakably Namjoon’s and it was so warm Jin wanted to wrap it around himself and never let go. “I think we woke him up.”

“Oh no,” you complained, still whispering. “Jin?”

He opened his eyes, abandoning the comfort of the familiar darkness. You leaning on your forearm peering at him. His heart was beating faster.

“We woke you up, didn’t we?” you asked, looking guilty.

“It’s alright.” He could hear how rough his voice was from sleep. “What time is it?”

“Five,” you said.

He had been sleeping for more than three hours.

Namjoon took a step forward from the door. “I brought you some tea and biscuits,” he said, placing the tray on the now-empty nightstand.

Jin sat up on the bed with his back against the headboard. “Thank you. Can you…?” You picked up the steaming mug and handed it to him, holding it carefully so he wouldn’t burn himself. The plate of biscuits was placed on his lap over the blankets. It was a warm day but the air-conditioning was on in Jin’s room, the weight of the blankets over him promised safety and he didn’t want to be sweating from the heat.

“I’ll be going then,” Namjoon said with a small smile, the two of you exchanging a look.

“Wait.” Namjoon stopped in his tracks. Jin blamed his impulsiveness on the part of him that was controlled by the sugar-glider’s nature. Namjoon shouldn’t be leaving. Namjoon was pack and he should be with him when he wasn’t well, he should be taking care of Jin. One followed the other and it didn’t listen to logic. But he was tired and although the headache was gone, his head was still hazy, so he gave in. “Can you stay?”

The soft smile on Namjoon’s face was enough to wipe away any of his lingering doubts. “Of course I can.” Jin pulled up the blankets inviting him in. Namjoon pulled him closer bringing his forehead to his. The mug shook in Jin’s hold, you covered his hand with yours steading it. Jin realized it wasn’t only his hands shaking as Namjoon scented him tenderly. He felt so weak between the two of you.

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The makeup artist asked you to close your eyes again to finish your eyeliner. Your makeup had to compliment your dress, like you were a model on the runway and your purpose was to sell the design. You had to admit that it looked beautiful so far, the gold eyeshadow and the dramatic eyeliner. She completed the look with a matte red lipstick while the hairstylist was releasing the last loose curl from the curling wand. You looked like someone out of a movie and tonight you would have to own that.

They helped you put on the dress like you were incapable of doing it on your own. In these cases, everything had to be perfect, including the most mundane of things. The jewelry was modest as not to take the attention away from the dress but enhance the look. A golden necklace with a ruby surrounded by tiny diamonds to decorate the skin the plunging neckline left bare, small diamond earrings, and golden bracelets.

Half an hour left before the gala and you were ready. The charm was arriving a little late so you had to wait before leaving. The stylists took their leave but you stayed at the fitting room/styling section of the closet, which was right under the actual master closet.

The dress fit you like a glove, bringing attention to all the right areas and burying any imperfections. It was the kind of Cinderella transformation the protagonists in older movies used to go through before getting the guy, but it happened all the time to you. A spy in an action movie, a confident heroine knowing how to use her looks, a girl going to a party to have fun and get drunk, that’s more along the lines of the characters you liked to imagine yourself as. You were far from being any of those characters but it was fun to daydream sometimes.

One last look in the mirror and you climbed up the spiral staircase to your closet, turning off the lights behind you. The designer you had met had been pleasant and your conversations hadn’t been awkward. If the rest of the guests, or at least the majority, were like him then the night could be fun.

The hybrids were all in the living room, even Hoseok and Yoongi. Yoongi wasn’t sitting far from them, in a separate sphere, but next to Jimin who was pointing at something in a book. They all looked at you when you came in, the back of the dress sweeping the floor behind you.

“How does it look?” you asked, doing a twirl. The response was delayed by a few moments.

Namjoon snapped out of it first, coming closer to you and taking your hand. “You look beautiful.” He leaned in for your neck before his face scrunched up in displeasure.

“What?” you asked.

He sniffed at the air. “You…”

“Oh, oh,” you said in realization. “It’s the perfume, it’s quite strong, isn’t it? It’s a Christmas gift from my mother, she said she really liked it so I thought I would wear it for her.”

Namjoon tamed his expression but the frown didn’t disappear. “It’s a little overwhelming. It overpowers everything else.” The perfume was too much for you too, it wasn’t surprising that it was too much for the keen noses of the hybrids. The perfume you wore day to day in spring was a lot lighter and you didn’t put on a lot. You had never stopped to think about how perfumes would affect the hybrids.

“I’ll be sure to not wear it again then,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze.

“That isn’t what I meant.” Namjoon scratched the back of his neck. “You can wear it if you like it. It’s just a little much.”

“Well,” you looked at him and the other hybrids conspiratorially, “it isn’t my favorite, either, and if it affects you like that why would I keep wearing it?” Namjoon’s face smoothed out and you noticed Hoseok looking at you with amazement.

You opened the leather clutch and put in your phone and your keys. Your lipstick and powder were already inside along with a pack of tissues. It didn’t fit any more things.

“I’ll be going now. I’m fashionably late enough.” Before going, Jungkook and Jimin kissed you on each cheek careful not to ruin your makeup. Jin had fallen asleep again and none of you were willing to wake him up.

The night could become difficult so you ignored Yoongi’s eyes on you. You didn’t need any more people judging you.

A limousine was waiting for you outside, limousines were practically part of the dress code in these events. John wasn’t with you this time, you had given him the night off. These kinds of events starred in his nightmares, standing in the corner all night not saying a word. That’s how they kept up the illusion. Regardless of how many times you told him you didn’t care about it, he would follow what was expected of him.

The bright lights blinded you when you arrived. Everyone seemed to want to take a look at you. Your heels sunk into the red carpet at the entrance hall, large paintings in golden frames hanging from the walls. You were led up a grand staircase to the hall the gala was taking place. And so the night began…

You listened through speeches about fashion and the vision of the fashion industry and each individual designer. A few parts were quite interesting, but most of them failed to do anything more than repeat the same old ideas again and again. However, the champagne did make everything a little more tolerable. Your mother had been very happy to see you there and she had told you at least three times how beautiful you were. Your father smiled at you, a smile that looked way too political to be for his daughter, the same smile he would put on when greeting the president.

After the speeches were finished, your mother linked your elbows. It was time for the introductions. You put on your camera smile and shook more hands than you ever did at work. The compliments on your work were many, which ones were genuine was a mystery. But it did feel good when the daughter of one of your father’s associates told you how much she loved the finale of season 4 of Paper Hearts and asked you about Six of Crows.

You said goodbye to an older couple and your mother led you to the buffet. A sculpture of a man pinning fabrics on a mannequin stood proudly in the middle, surrounded by plates of food so perfect that it looked more fake than the decorative food pieces you used on set.

Your mother took another flute of champagne from a waiter. “Mr. Jones will be retiring soon but his son doesn’t want to take over the company. It causes a lot of family drama. I heard they only exchange a few words when they meet but Mr. Jones isn’t backing down.” You had no idea what company they had or who their son was but you nodded. “Ah, I wanted to ask you. You didn’t say anything about adopting hybrids.”

Your hand stilled before you could taste the hors d' oeuvres that looked like a sandwich but was too fancy to call it that. “Hybrids?” you repeated.

“I didn’t know you were interested in them,” your mother continued, unaware of how tense you had become. “Certainly not interested enough to adopt four. Are you making a collection?” She laughed at her joke but you only felt ill.

“No, I wouldn’t say that.” You took a bite of the food, trying to swallow it down. You had lost your appetite.

Your mother sipped on her champagne. “That would be a unique one, it could be showcased.” The churning in your stomach got worse. You left the piece that looked like a sandwich aside.

“How did you learn of it?”

“Don’t you read any magazines? It was front-page news.” You had expected that the information would be published sooner or later, you hadn’t been exactly hiding it, but sooner or later was in the future not now. “You should have told me, I would have looked for some high-quality places to buy them from. There are some very beautiful exotic pieces I have seen. Mrs. Anderson, do you remember her? She couldn’t make it this time but she was at the charity event last September.” You didn’t remember her but you nodded again. “She has such a cute chinchilla hybrid and he’s so well-trained too. I hope yours were trained well, I heard it’s difficult to train them yourself. Where did you adopt them from?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “An adoption center in Los Angeles,” you lied easily. Spending hours and hours every day with actors, instructing them about how each scene would seem more natural, you had picked up a few tricks. “I just really liked them and they were already a pack, I didn’t want to break them up.”

Your mother arched a single perfectly-drawn eyebrow, a skill you had sadly not inherited. “A pack? Does that actually exist? Dear, the center must have been trying to give you four hybrids instead of one. Pack,” she tried out the word and she didn’t particularly like the results. “That certainly sounds like some kind of con. What are they? Are all of them wolves?”

“No, they aren’t all wolves. And it was three hybrids, I adopted the other one later from Tennessee with Taylor.”

Taylor’s name brought a spark to your mother. “Oh, how is Taylor? Such a sweet girl, I should have invited her. I will next time.” Your mother had met Taylor exactly once during one of the few of your movie premieres she had actually attended. “Which one did you adopt from there?”

You gritted your teeth, debating how much information was wise to give your mother. “Jin, he’s a sugar glider hybrid.”

That seemed to please her. “Sugar glider? That sounds fancy. I would like to see him up close.” Like you would ever allow that to happen. “He must be a rare breed.”

“He is.”

“Of course, I should have expected that my daughter would decide on a rare breed,” she said as if she was congratulating herself. “I insist you bring him to the next event. I was never that interested in hybrids, too much work, but one would look good in photos.”

“Yeah, I guess he would.” You took a deep breath, it wasn’t the time to throw a tantrum like you were five years old again or puke all over your expensive dress and shoes.

The expression on your mother’s face grew somber. “But four hybrids are a lot, I don’t think I know anyone who owns that many.” She twirled the flute in her hand, waves of the golden liquor hitting the glass and bubbles rising to the surface. “After what happened with Jacob I understand you have been feeling lonely, but hybrids aren’t good substitutes for human company, dear. You can’t rely on them as you relied on him or another man.”

A waiter offered you a glass of champagne from a golden tray. You couldn’t drink too much and risk your tongue loosening but you could allow yourself one more glass to get through this. “I’m not trying to replace him. They aren’t some kind of rebound.”

By her pinched expression, she didn’t believe you. “It’s alright to look for company somewhere else when you feel lonely. I don’t want you to think I’m judging your choices, you are an adult and free to make your own decisions but I’m your mother and I’m worried. You and Jacob were together for so long, we were sure he was the one for you. He was so nice and he took care of you. Your father and I were so happy for you.”

“Not all good relationships last. People change, they grow apart.”

“That’s true. It’s difficult getting out of a relationship after being together for so many years and getting back to your feet. That’s why I understand. I understand that you don’t want to be alone right now but don’t put all of your energy into hybrids. It just isn’t the same. Whatever some people like to say, hybrids are hybrids. They are different from us, they are on a different level. You can’t have the same connection with someone you own.”

Her words continued ringing in your mind for the rest of the night. Your father soon called you to introduce you to one of his colleagues, a successful businessman and politician you had never heard of. The glass of champagne was replaced by another one. You promised yourself it was the last. The owner of a luxurious brand talked with your mother about his plan to expand to more countries and the rehearsed and repeated vision to connect the world through fashion.

You peered at the other guests, all mingling, talking, and laughing. A man only a few feet away from you slapped a girl’s ass. You couldn’t believe your eyes, stuff like that didn’t happen at an event like this. You expected a scene, shouting and screaming and everything in between. Nothing happened. The man that had his arm around her waist only laughed. That’s when you noticed the black fluffy ears on top of her head, they were the same color as her hair and easy to miss. She didn’t have a tail. A silver collar with blue stones the same shade as her dress was secured around her neck. Her shoulders were tense and her head lowered.

In any other situation, any other time, you would have done something. You would have walked up to them and said something, anything you could think of on the spot, even talked to her, made a few minutes more tolerable. You did none of those things. Your parents were there and you had avoided embarrassing them all your life.

The guilt was eating you up, wrapping around all your organs and squeezing, hissing, and calling for your attention, not letting you forget. You had done nothing. If someone had touched your hybrids like that you would have cut their hands off. But that hadn’t been your hybrid, it hadn’t been your place. It hadn’t been your place like it hadn’t been your place to adopt Jin and go against his owner, like it hadn’t been your place to get involved with Namjoon’s pack or Yoongi and Hoseok for that matter. Maybe you had been tricking yourself all along, hiding your selfishness and fear behind the pretense of “not my place”.

Your mother was wrong, you hadn’t been looking for company when you and Jacob broke up. On the contrary, you disregarded everything except work, distancing yourself from all of your friends. It was easy with how busy you were at the time. You would have continued hiding in the Castle and spent your break alone if you hadn’t asked John to stop the car that night. They were what you didn’t know you needed. You had to stop being alone first to realize how lonely you had been.

You couldn’t go back to living like that, waking up and returning to an empty house, having no warm meal and warmer hugs waiting for you. That’s what your life had been like for the longest time and you wondered how you used to live like that. The hybrids were so tangled up in your life you couldn’t find where each thread ended or started. They merged and divided, connecting you all in ways you couldn’t describe.

Taylor had asked you about any crushes when you had been in Virginia, everyone was expecting you to find a new boyfriend after six months or at least start dating but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. No one had piqued your interest and it wasn’t for lack of meeting new people. It would feel wrong going on a date with someone when the hybrids were waiting for you back home. And that’s where the problem was; it shouldn’t feel wrong. Many people who had hybrids went on dates, couples adopted hybrids together and it should be like that for you. But it wasn’t.

Overthinking was one of your talents and you had avoided like you were being chased by wild dogs. You weren’t one to simply go with the flow but Namjoon’s lips on your own had changed your mind. You were too afraid of losing that that you hadn’t allowed yourself to analyze what you were doing, what that meant for you. Namjoon was your hybrid, you may not act like it or think of him like that but you were his owner in the papers. And it wasn’t only Namjoon, the way you cared about the hybrids was different from the way you felt about anyone else. It was all-consuming and too bright. You felt more for them than you had ever felt about Jacob and that was dangerous.

You excused yourself from the event as soon as it was proper for you to do so. Tomorrow morning you had to wake up early for work and you couldn’t stay late into the night. It was true but not the reason you left. Your mother hugged you and thanked you for coming, inviting you once again to their house in New York. She had been inviting you every time you met and you hadn’t once been to their house.

The window of the limousine was cold against your cheek, your foundation staining the glass. Maybe your mother wasn’t that wrong. You didn’t dare put a name to your feelings but you couldn’t deny that they were there. Were you really that lonely that your mind was playing tricks on you? Groaning, you knocked your head against the glass, hard enough to hear a small thud. You shouldn’t be thinking of them like that, it was wrong, so wrong.

Was it the way the world viewed hybrids messing with you, bleeding into your subconscious? They were presented as the answer to any and all desires, transformed into wet dreams. The media had the power to influence behaviors and thoughts little by little without the person noticing. You had thought you were too clever to fall victim to their molded reality. You knocked your head against the glass again, the driver must have been thinking you were crazy.

The limousine parked in front of the Castle. On other nights the lights would have been turned off by now but tonight they were all shinning, welcoming you home. You fished your keys out of your bag and unlocked the door. The lights were on in the living room in the lowest setting.

“Welcome.” You jumped, almost tumbling to the floor at being startled while taking off your heels.

“Every. Single. Time.” Namjoon laughed quietly. “How do you do this every single time?”

“I was already here, I couldn’t make any more noise.” He got up from the couch, extending a hand to you. You took it and he guided you to the couch. “Did you have a good time?”

The dress wrinkled as you pulled one foot under you but you couldn’t care less. “It was… bearable. I didn’t-” You let your head fall on the back of the couch. Seeing Namjoon up close after the night you had, looking at you with soft eyes like you held the sky in the palm of your hand, everything was coming back. What were you doing here? Your heart shouldn’t be racing like that when you were thinking about the wolf hybrid, your hands shouldn’t be itching to touch him.

“You’re here now, you can relax,” he said trailing his hand from your arm to your shoulder and up your neck. Goosebumps raised on your bare skin. “You’re home.” His breath tickled your face, his lips were so close and you wanted, you wanted… You pushed him back.

“I should go take off my makeup. I’m exhausted.”

Namjoon frowned but he didn’t question you. “Okay,” he said softly. “Your bed must be calling your name.”

“It is,” you said slipping away from him. The absence of his touch left a void inside you. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You went to your room with a heavy heart, leaving Namjoon alone in the living room.

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You found the offending magazine in a store close to the studios. Copies of it filled a whole stand. The cover was a photo of you with Jin and Jimin in front of the waffle place the day you had taken them with you to the table-reading. It really was front-page news.

In A Stunning Display of Power And Wealth Y/N Y/L/N Adopts Four Hybrids

Straight to the point, every word chosen precisely to attract attention. A display of power and wealth. Of course, that’s what sold copies. That’s what people wanted to read; how one of the richest and most famous directors of your generation was showing off their wealth and power. Hybrids continued to be a sign of money. To adopt four hybrids meant you were crazy rich, but people already knew that when similar headlines had swept all tabloids just a year ago, brought on by the outrageous purchase of the Castle.

Four pages were dedicated to you and your hybrids, completed with more photos of the same day and quotes from “insider sources”. You closed the magazine and went to the counter. The cashier scanned it without glancing at your face, which saved you some trouble. You almost thought you would have to re-enact the comedic scene of the cashier looking at the magazine, then at you, then back at the magazine, then back at you like a robot that had stopped working. You shoved the magazine in your bag, self-conscious of anyone seeing it on you, and went back to the studios.

Filming would begin very soon, which meant you were swamped with work. Everything had to be perfect because that’s the kind of director you were. A perfectionist. If it also gave you an excuse not to think about the hybrids and all of the implications of the flutter of your heart when you were with them, you weren’t complaining. And if you were a little more distant, that could easily be attributed to your work too.

Sleepless nights became too common, your head was too loud and Jimin laying next to you only made it louder.

Filming started and your schedule changed. Most days you still woke up early and returned late at night, but because each scene required a specific time of the day there were nights you came back hours after midnight. You had promised the hybrids you would take them with you on set but every morning you got in the car alone.

Fourth day of filming and unexpected rain forced you to cancel the outside shooting. You only had outside filming that day. You rushed to make adjustments and switch to scenes that could be filmed inside the studios. The crew would need time to prepare everything for the filming so you had been left with the morning off.

You unlocked the door, hiding inside the house from the rain. It hadn’t rained like that in a long time. The heavens had opened up and the rain refused to stop coming down like it was determined to turn Los Angeles into a gigantic lake. Your shoes left puddles wherever you stepped, you would have to mop the floors later. You took them off and placed them by the door. They had suffered the most, the rest of yourself was relatively dry with the exception of the lower part of your pants.

No one was attacking you with hugs as you closed the umbrella someone from the staff had handed you, the hybrids mustn’t have heard you coming in. If they had heard you, you would have had an armful of Jimin and Jungkook by now.

“Oh, hey Yoongi,” you greeted the panther hybrid coming out of the kitchen. Your tactic with Yoongi was to act like you were talking to someone who didn’t strongly dislike you. The scowls and the sneers had decreased turning into a plastic sort of indifference and that’s what made you pause. His scowl could cut you like a knife. “Are you alright?”

Yoongi stalked past you. “What are doing back?” he asked harshly.

You were taken aback for a moment. He hadn’t spoken like that to you since before you had left for Virginia. “I have the morning off because of the rain. Did something happen here?”

“Why do you care?” Yoongi stood by the staircase, his black tail unmoving behind him.

“Why would I not care?” you shot back. The rain had already ruined your plans for the day and caused you enough stress to last you for a few more, you didn’t have enough energy to deal with Yoongi. “Seriously, what happened? Is Hoseok alright?”

A low growl vibrated through the room, you almost took a step back at the threatening sound. “Don’t you speak his name. Was caring for him another way to make you feel powerful? Is this some kind of sick way for you to gain power over someone?”

You were too tired to handle this delicately as you should, you recognized that and proceeded to ignore it. “What the hell is this about? I just came back from work.”

Yoongi scoffed, it was an ugly sound. “Because you have brainwashed everyone else, don’t think I don’t see you for who you are. Have you sold our story yet? About how you saved Hoseok and nursed him back to health? I am sure that will sell many magazines. Show them all how all-powerful you are.”

Through the haze of the day, the words started to click. “You found the magazine.”

“You didn’t try to hide it.” You couldn’t remember where you had left it, it had probably ended up in the stack of magazines under the living room table. “I knew no one would take four hybrids in out of the goodness of their hearts. Did it work? Was it worth it or are you already getting bored? Maybe you should adopt a couple more. Make more headlines.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you gritted out.

“That’s what you’d like to think,” Yoongi sneered. “All of you are the same. Hiding in your mansions and looking for the next chance to brandish your name. It’s a constant chase of power and standing, isn’t it? And you’ll use anyone you’ll find in your way to climb higher. I know how it is. You can’t fool me. I’ve been dealing with people like you for years!”

Your pants and your wet socks were sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your head was buzzing. It hurt because that’s everything you had been trying to avoid. Everything you had promised yourself not to become. Everything you had criticized your parents and their circle for. You weren’t like them. You had never been like them.

“You don’t know me, don’t pretend you do,” you said forcefully. “Do you really think that’s how magazines work? I just call them and tell them I want them to write about me? Put me on the front cover? That’s not it. Even if it was, why would I do that? I couldn’t care less about the power-plays you’re talking about. I’m a director and my work speaks for itself. I don’t need magazines to brandish my name because my movies and my shows are more than enough. The paparazzi saw the chance and they took it. Their goal is to sell and their headlines showcase exactly that; what people would buy. I never hid the fact that I adopted hybrids but I wasn’t flaunting it to the media either.”

“Why should I believe you?” Yoongi growled.

You sighed, a sound full of frustration. “Frankly, I don’t see what else I could do to make you believe me! I tended to Hoseok. I didn’t ask any questions. I tried hard not to cross any boundaries and to make you feel welcome. What more do you want me to do?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi said simply. “Nothing you do can change my mind.”

It was like a stone dropped in the pit of your stomach. You shouldn’t have expected anything else. Yoongi had been through a lot, that much was clear, but it was unfair that he was taking out everything on you. You were paying for the scars other humans had inflicted on him.

“I’m not who you think I am.”

“You don’t know what I think.”

“It’s pretty clear,” you muttered. “Alright, I can’t change your mind, I won’t even try. I know how to pick my battles. But if you really despise me so much then why bother? Nothing you say will change anything. Are you trying to uncover some hidden truth about me and how evil I am? Then what?”

The fur on Yoongi’s tail and ears stood on end. “I don’t care. I don’t care about you, about what you have done and what you will do as long as we’re gone from here. I don’t care for your charity or your pity. Did it ever occur to you that I never wanted to be here in the first place?”

You swallowed, willing your heart rate to calm down. “Then tell Hoseok and Jimin yourself. The keys are by the door.”

You didn’t wait for Yoongi to say anything else, turning around and locking yourself in your room. You laid down on your bed, your hands gripping your hair. The exhaustion this time was beyond physical, beyond mental. Your hands retreated from your hair, sliding down your cheeks. Your fingers were wet.

Later when Jimin and Jungkook knocked on the door, you had to open the door or risk worrying them. They jumped on the bed and snuggled close to you. You held your phone waiting for the call to go to the studios.

You didn’t face any new problems with filming. The actors were all incredible, seemingly one with their characters. You did a lot of filming at 300 Fox Way, the psychic’s house with its mystic aura and weirdly compelling assortment of objects. You instructed the actors, talked with the crew, and analyzed the script down to each comma. Focusing on anything other than Yoongi’s words and your hybrids had turned into an art form.

The sleepless nights didn’t cease, you and the moonlight had become good friends. Jimin’s visits to your room thinned out. He had noticed you pulling away. You didn’t hug him anymore or kissed his forehead before falling asleep, you couldn’t come to terms with doing that after everything that had happened. You had thought that maybe you would sleep better alone but that had been proved false soon after.

You got out of bed for the fourth night in a row. Every position was uncomfortable. Keeping your steps light you left the room. The large house was eerie at night, the living room area with its glass walls looked endless, combining the actual living room, the dining room, and what the real estate agents had called the family room that was really just another living room.

You couldn’t stay in your room on nights like these, it was too contained. The night air on your skin sent shivers down your frame as you walked out on the balcony. It was two days before the full moon and its glow illuminated the world.

What had you gotten yourself into? You wished you could go back to that morning and decline your mother’s invitation to the gala. Maybe, just maybe, then you would be able to sleep, your head wouldn’t be fighting you at every turn, at every chance.

Little pieces of moonlight shimmered and danced on the lake. The calmness of the world was a stark contrast to the mess in your head. You remembered how Jungkook had looked at the lake in awe that very first night, you had noticed then that he looked at Jimin the same way. You wondered how you looked at them and if anyone had noticed.

The moon had no answers for you.

Two golden eyes were looking up at you from the garden, they shone like the fires that had been extinguished earlier. Namjoon tilted his head, inviting you down. A weird sense of deja vu took over. You had lived something very similar before, a night that had changed so much.

You shouldn’t go. You should stay where you were, alone and safe, away from fluttering heartbeats and dangerous warmth. But the night had its way of calling out the risky nature of people. The thrill was so much more enticing when darkness ruled.

Climbing down the stairs, you kept your steps quiet. You never knew which sound would wake up the hybrids. Namjoon was standing by the flower bushes close to the curtain of vines that lead into the forest. He was wearing a dark blue pair of pajama pants and a simple black T-shirt.

“What are you doing awake so late?” you whispered, like everything around you had ears.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

You shook your head. “I have trouble sleeping, remember?”

Namjoon had caught you a few times wandering the house at night, he was the only one who knew that a lot of nights sleep didn’t come to you willingly. His own nightly adventures were more complicated.

“Why are you awake?” you asked him again. “Please don’t tell me you smelled distress or something again or I’ll freak.”

Namjoon chuckled, you had missed it. Keeping your distance meant you only saw them for barely two hours every day. They all tried to not make too much noise with you in the constant mood of ‘tired and gloomy’.

“No, that’s not it.” He looked up, over the trees. “It’s the full moon.”

“You have to be kidding me. Do you turn into a wolf too?”

Namjoon raised his hands in surrender, his dimples on full display. “I’m joking, I’m joking. I couldn’t sleep either and I like being outside at night like this. It’s peaceful.”

You couldn’t disagree with that. There was something alluring about the quiet of the night. You would describe yourself more as a morning person than a night owl but both of them were true, waking up early for work then staying up late for it too.

“Are you alright?” The smile had fallen from his lips.

You squirmed under the intensity of his gaze. “I’m just tired, that’s all. Filming takes a lot out of me.”

Namjoon sighed. “Are you sure that’s all there is? You have been acting differently, did you think we wouldn’t notice?”

You knew they would notice but you had hoped they would think it was because of your work. Work did take a lot out of you but it also used to be the reason you were so much happier returning home.

“It has been going on for too long. You don’t spend any time outside your room or your office if it isn’t to eat. You are avoiding us. Jimin and Jungkook stopped scenting you because they think they’re making you uncomfortable.”

“It isn’t- They aren’t making me uncomfortable. I’m just tired from work and I don’t-” you tried to deny it but you fell short of excuses.

“You were working before too, but it wasn’t like this,” he pointed out. “You were tired then too. Some nights you came back and I could smell the exhaustion around you like a disease. But you smiled when Jimin and Jungkook ran up to you and didn’t let you go, you laughed at Jin laughing at his own jokes. You came to me when it got too loud here.” He pointed to your head.

“We weren’t filming then.” It was a weak attempt but you had to make it.

Namjoon regarded you carefully. Beams of moonlight got tangled in his gray hair turning it silver. He looked at home right there at that moment, close to the trees with the moon shining on him. He was every bit of magic you had ever witnessed.

“This started before filming did. I knew there was something wrong when you came back from the gala. Something happened there,” Namjoon concluded. “I should have come with you.”

You shook your head vigorously. Imagining him next to you while your mother spoke about hybrids like that was torture. “No, you shouldn’t. You shouldn’t have been with me.” You paused to compose yourself. “It wasn’t good, it was really bad actually. It wasn’t the gala itself, there some interesting people and… My mother…” You took a deep breath. “I don’t think I like my parents very much,” you admitted.

It was hard to say after years of half-hearted attempts at mending your relationship with them. All those years apart you had become very different people. You had trouble remembering what they were like before they left you in your aunt’s care. You couldn’t see any traces of them in yourself, you didn’t enjoy what they enjoyed, your interests and priorities, the way you viewed the world were very different.

In the past few days, you had grown to hate your mother’s voice in your head but you had a feeling that it had been much longer than that. The only difference was that before, you had been able to ignore it.

Namjoon came closer, his hand touching your palm waiting for you to make the first move. You took his hand in yours, laying your head on his chest. “That’s alright. You don’t have to like them, no one is forcing you to.”

“But they are my parents.”

He stroked your back gently. “It doesn’t matter, that isn’t enough of a reason.”

“They aren’t bad people.”

“They don’t need to be bad people for you to dislike them.”

You stayed like that for a few moments, taking in his presence. You had missed being in his arms so much, like an ache that couldn’t go away.

He stopped stroking your back, cupping your cheek and pulling back so you were facing each other. “I’m always here for you. I don’t care about anything else but seeing you happy. I’m here.”

“I missed you,” you admitted like it was a secret.

Namjoon smiled softly. “I missed you too.” His thumb caressed your lower lip. There was a tingling sensation all over your skin. “Can I?” he asked just like the very first time.

You let out a shuddering breath. “Should we be doing this?”

“Do you want to?” he asked carefully.

You bit your lip before nodding. He leaned down connecting your lips. It was soft and careful, all the longing and hurt of the past days poured into the kiss. You pulled him closer and he came willingly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

An awful laugh cut through the night. You pulled away from Namjoon like you had been burnt. Yoongi was one with the night, dark like a shadow.

“So this is it? Is this why you adopted them all? So you can have your pick when you’re in the mood?” The expression on his face was cruel, twisted up in disgust.

Namjoon growled, his sharp canines shinning in the moonlight. In that moment, Namjoon looked more dangerous than ever before. “Shut your mouth.”

“I see she has turned you into her dog. How long did it take to tame you?”

You held Namjoon back before he could lunge at the panther. You were afraid that if you let him go, there would blood on their clothes. “Don’t.”

Yoongi took a tense step forward. “That’s right, listen to your owner. Is that what she has turned all of you into? Her toys? Just for a roof over your head and food?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Namjoon growled. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi clenched his fists. There was anger and something else you couldn’t see in the night amidst your panic. “I knew it. I knew no one did what you did without any kind of agenda. Seems like the magazine was right, at least in part. You can’t fool me, even if you managed to fool everyone else.”

With that he was gone, like he was never there.

You couldn’t breathe. Your hand was still wrapped around Namjoon’s wrist and you couldn’t breathe. You counted in your head. One, two, three…

When Namjoon tried to touch your shoulder, you pulled away. “I’m going back to my room,” you said. Your voice sounded shaky to your own ears. Namjoon called out to you but you didn’t stop. He didn’t try to touch you again.

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Hi! Can i suggest the reactions of the brothers or datables (your pick!) to gn!mc calling them baby? 🥺 i hope you have a lovely day 😊

(If any of them were to call me 'baby' I would internally combust 🥺)

Lucifer:

The first time MC called Lucifer 'baby' was completely without thought process; it just slipped right out of their mouth

They had walked into his office to check on him, considering he had been holed up in there most of the day and it just came out

"Would you like me to get you anything, baby?"

He tensed and looked up at them immediately, the slightest color to his cheeks as he asked them to repeat what they had just said

When they did in fact repeat it word for word, the color only heightened in his face and he cleared his throat to get rid of the possible crack in his voice when he replied that it wasn't necessary to get him anything

That reaction they stirred from him only fueled them to call him 'baby' over and over again, enjoying how the tips of his ears would flare with color especially when they would call him that pet name at RAD or around his brothers

Mammon:

MC called him 'baby' when they were having an intimate moment, cuddled together on his couch, their limbs slightly tangled together

His cheeks were cupped by their hands and they were planting kisses on his face when they pulled away and mumbled it out loud

"I love you so much, baby.~"

Cue this demon external combusting; his face over heated and he pulled away from their hands, almost throwing himself on the floor

"W-Why would ya call me that all of a sudden!? Tryin' to make my heart explode or what!?"

They just followed him to the floor and wrapped their arms around him, calling him 'baby' over and over just to make him more flustered until he started attacking back with his own pet names and hugs

Leviathan:

MC was sitting with Levi by his computer, watching him plow through walls of enemies, an online match that he needed to win to be at the top of the leader board

When the final wave came barreling at his fortress, he managed to blast them all down with strategically placed canons and minions, sealing his victory of the game

They both jumped up and hollered, turning towards each other excitedly, when MC wrapped their arms around his neck, pressing their cheek to his

"I am so proud of you, baby!"

Another case of a demon's brain short-circuiting, a flush taking over the entirety of his face to the point you could have sworn steam was going to come out of his ears

"B-b-baby!? Did you just call m-me b-baby!?"

It would take him a really long time to get used to the pet name, always turning into an embarrassed ball of a demon whenever they would call him that

He eventually would start calling them 'baby' as well, enjoying how they would also fluster just as bad as he did

Satan:

MC and Satan were curled up together on the couch, watching a mystery series, when it slipped out suddenly from them

Satan was discussing the evidence provided by the detectives, trying to deduce who the murder was on his own before it was revealed on the show, and MC just smiled openly at him

"You really get into these kinds of shows, don't you, baby?"

His entire thought process was brought to a screeching halt when he blinked at MC with blank features for a moment, before grinning mischievously

"That's the first time you've used a pet name for me, kitten."

He leaned forward and placed a kiss to their cheek, enjoying the flustered color in their face when he used one in return

From than on, they would constantly use pet names for each other every chance they got

Asmodeus:

MC was assisting Asmo in getting ready for a Devilgram stream, helping him with his make and getting his hair to set just the right way

He smiles at his mirror, giving himself a once over, before turning to them for the final approval

"Look absolutely amazing, baby," they hum happily, only for him to gasp and pull them into a tight hug

"Oh MC, darling, you called me your baby! Well you're my baby too, I love you so much!"

Goes about pulling them into his stream and introduces them as his 'baby' and the love of his life, setting his fans aflame and making them spam heart emojis over and over for the two of them

Continues to use that specific pet name for them as they use for him from then on

Beelzebub:

The two of them were in the kitchen, working on dinner together, though MC was also making sure that Beel didn't eat everything before it was all ready

Caught up in their own work, they didn’t notice Beel stepping up with a bag of flour behind them, and turned right into him, sending said flour all over the both of them

They sputtered and wiped as much of the powder they could off of themselves, before turning to help him clean up as well

“Beel, baby, I’m so sorry! I got it all over your jacket and shirt!”

He stares at them for a bit while they help dust him off, before mumbling that he is okay, and grabs their hands suddenly

“Do you, uh, think you can call me that again, MC? I really liked it...”

They refer to him as ‘baby’ all the time after that

Belphegor:

Belphie and MC were set up in RAD’s library, he helping them to study for an upcoming exam in seductive speechcraft that they were nervous about failing

He set out all his notes and helped them review by quizzing them over and over with his own questions, trying to cover the whole topic as much as he could

By the end of the session, MC was feeling a bit more confident in themselves, pressing a loving kiss to Belphie’s cheek

“Thank you so much for the help, baby. I really appreciate it!”

His eyes widened my mere millimeters at the use of the pet name, but the smirk that took over his features made MC shutter

“I think you are the ‘baby’ here, silly human. Needing a demon to help you study so hard.”

Continues to tease them relentlessly, but also asks for them to call him that pet name again from time to time

Diavolo:

Diavolo was in the middle of working on a speech he needed to present to the student body of RAD, when MC walked into his office with a plate of food for him

He warmly welcomed their presence, accepting the plate of food, but asked if they wouldn’t mind listening to what he had written so far and give their opinion

When he completed his speech, he looked at them expectantly, almost crinkling the papers in his hand; they walked up to him and took his hands, beaming up at him

“It sounds amazing so far, baby. I’m sure it will great once you have it complete and you present it for the students.”

“Wait, excuse me? Say that again, please, dearest?”

Practically begs MC to call him all the pet names, they make this giant puppy-man so happy

Barbatos:

MC was walking along his side in the castle’s garden, helping him tend to the many flowers blooming there

They came to a stop at the tall sunflowers, and he leaned down to pour water at their roots, before reaching up and plucking a flower from its stem

He placed it behind their ear and smiled contently at them, making them flush and laugh lightly

“You’re so sweet, baby,” they mumbled, taking his hand as they continued walking

“I knew you were going to call me that,” he teased, despite the slightest blush to his cheeks; but they scoffed dramatically, narrowing their eyes at him despite the smile still on their face

“Cheater! You aren’t supposed to tap into the future like that, Barby!”

He simply chuckled, and turned to face them. “I foresaw another thing occurring as well.” Before they could respond, he leaned in and kissed them

Simeon:

MC decided to join him on a trip to the grocery story, going over the list he made of things needed for him and Luke

They are looking over some vegetables, judging which look the freshest, when MC raises one for him to check

“How does this one look, baby?” they ask nonchalantly, and he blinks a few times while staring at them

“Did...did you just call me ‘baby’?” he questions, and MC’s eyes widen a bit as well. “I, ugh, I guess I did. Is that okay?”

He smiles widely at them and nods. “I am not used to a pet name such as that one, but I really don’t mind if you would like to call me that.”

They proceed to try out other pet names on him as well, enjoying how they can manage to get this usually calm and stoic angel so easily flustered

Solomon:

“Okay, MC, just like we practiced. Hold out your hands...”

They take a deep breath and hold out their hands, palms upwards, and concentrate all their magical energy towards the center of their hands

A ball of orange light begins to form, before turning into a bright flame of fire, controlled by the movement of their hand

They stare in amazement, and turn to Solomon, beaming with pride

“I did it! Baby, thank you so much!” they gush, moving their hand around to watch as the fire responds to them

But the sorcerer smirks at them, stepping a bit closer. “So I’m your ‘baby’ now, is that it?”

Cue MC becoming a flustered mess as they realized what they said, sending the fireball careening around the room, and Solomon laughing his butt off as he puts out the fire for them

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon #request #headcanon #gn!mc

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Proceed With Caution // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: The reader doesn’t expect to become involved in a hostage situation with her fiance’s older sister, the older sister’s best friend and the best friend’s date from hell. With the addition of a SWAT member, how will the taking of dispatch change?

Warnings: Swearing, blood, threats, angst, guns, hostage/kidnapping

Words: 5.9k

A/N: Recently got into the tv show 9-1-1 and completely fell in love with Buck so here I am writing for him as well. This takes place during the season three episode ‘The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1’. Reader and Buck are already in an established relationship.

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The apartment was quiet as the sound of your keys clattered in the bowl on the countertop. It was pretty early in the morning, so you had no doubts that Buck would be just waking up. On his days off, he would use the first day to catch up on sleep; based on prior times, he would be up in half an hour.

“Buck?” You called out from the kitchen. You heard a groan from the loft where Buck was in the process of waking up, “I forgot to drop off that book Maddie wants to borrow. When I get back, do you want to get breakfast?”

A grumble you somehow translated to approval was what you received in response. You jogged up the stairs to the loft to grab the book from your bookshelf. Buck’s bare leg stretched out from underneath the comforter on your side. The soft sighs Buck made in his sleepy state tugged at your heart; the sighs grew louder when you bent to kiss his head.

“See you in a bit.” You whispered to the sleepy soft male. He sleepily grinned in response before curling into your pillow.

The sound of your footsteps softened on the steps back to the main level of the apartment. Your keys snagged from the bowl before you gently closed the door behind you. The sun was gorgeous to be awake to see and had Buck not worked a long shift, you’d have adored watching it with him.

Your car pulled out of the parking spot in the Los Angeles Service Center’s direction that Maddie worked at. Your lips quirked as the radio spewed out the station that Christopher listened to in the car. You could even pick up the book in the backseat where he called his spot. The book could be found in Buck’s Jeep as well.

It had maybe three days since you’d seen the young Diaz, and damn did you miss the kid. Christopher has his enigmatic quality that demanded you love him for all that made him simply Christopher. The second you’d met him, you knew he would mean a lot to you.

You hummed in time with the song that was currently Christopher’s absolute favourite. Slowly you went from humming to singing along when the light turned green. A handful of songs came and went on the admittedly long drive due to traffic.

It was about forty minutes after leaving your apartment that you parked next to Maddie’s car in the parking lot. Lucy was sitting at the front office with a grin you matched. The woman buzzed you before she clocked out with her reprieve Jake.

“Hey, Sue!” You grinned at the older redhead. Sue had absolutely no problem seeing you, given that you were welcome in the building.

Sue’s first interaction was when you came to the centre to pick up Maddie when she came to work sick. Maddie had managed to keep it under wraps for an hour before Sue caught on. Ever since, Sue was fond of asking Maddie about her brother and you.

“Maddie’s not in just yet.” Sue spoke with a kind smile, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to meet with one of our sit alongs.”

You nodded towards her while beelining for the woman’s bathroom, hoping to catch Maddie after using it. You’d drank too much water on your run earlier this morning. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate in the time you’d entered the bathroom, several things happened. Lucy ended her shift, Jake started his shift, and a group of strangers entered the building.

Your hand went to push open the door when through the crack, you saw two men you’d never seen before. Years of your job gave you enough feeling to know that something wasn’t right. That being said, you eased the door closed and attempted to find a hiding spot.

The garbage was too narrow and had no lid. The few seconds you had left, you glanced up. The ceiling hadn’t been renovated in many years. Rectangular sheets could be raised. Thankful of the rock climbing lessons you’d done with Maddie, you managed to crawl into the ceiling just as the two men entered.

“Nobody’s here.” The one-man with his head as pale and shiny as a cue ball. He gave off the most creepy vibe; the shorter Hispanic man wasn’t as violent looking, “Kinda hoping someone tries something. I’ve wanted to try out this.”

The man waved the large gun in his hand with a sick smile that twisted your stomach. That was the moment you’d realized something was very wrong. The second they left, you gently dropped back on the ground. Your first instinct was to send a message to Athena, but there was a fatal flaw. You’d expected to be in and out of the building quickly, so you’d left your phone in the car.

“Fuck.” You swore. One hand roughly running over your forehead as you contemplated figuring out a plan.

The building had many cameras throughout that you knew the blindspots for. The year after high school and during the summers, you’d worked in the building. Despite having worked here when you were younger, it was never during Sue’s shift. Over the years, you’d come to know the blind spots and a few cameras that were decoys. You even remembered Maddie and her friend Josh complaining about three cameras not fixed yet.

“Think.” You breathed, making a pattern of pacing, “They’ll need a lookout. They’ll take out the security guard first. The front doors are out. It’s a team, so they’ll also need eyes on the building. Terry is definitely a hostage.”

Of course, you’d end up in a volatile situation during the first half of your day before your shift started. The only comforting thing about the situation was the holstered gun on your hip and the badge on your belt. Maybe you should backtrack to why you had a gun and badge; you were an LAPD member, specifically SWAT.

“The changeroom.” You breathed, recalling it was down the hall with no camera. All you needed to do was pretend to be a dispatcher. The changeroom, now mostly a file room, had a few extra maroon and blue uniform shirts.

You timed it. The man holding Sue’s tablet was in the process of talking with his cohort, so you dashed to the room. You took no time in changing into a loose maroon shirt with your thick sweater overtop to hide the gun in the small of your back.

Your holster, badge and personal shirt tucked in the bottom of a box for safekeeping. As soon as you saw your entry, you sat with the group of hostages a hall over. A few looked surprised but let it go when you raised one finger to your lips.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Maddie hissed from the other side of a startled Josh. Both of them were surprised at seeing you here, “Oh my god. Buck is going to kill me.”

“I was dropping off your book before I get breakfast with Buck, but it appears my small bladder saved my life.” You snarked with your eyes scanning the room, “What’s going on?”

“That is my date from hell, Greg.” Josh inconspicuously pointed towards the man, clearly giving orders. The anger flared inside you, “You need to get out.”

“Josh, no offence, but I’m an officer with the LAPD. I work with SWAT. I’m your best bet of making it out alive.” You informed the dispatch duo, who went still as Cue Ball patrolled the hallway with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“They took control of the building for a reason we don’t know about. We’re still working but under strict monitoring. They said it will be an hour, but we’ve seen their faces.”

“No witnesses.” You finished for Maddie with a deep sigh, “Unfortunately I left my phone in the car. Did they take yours-”

“They took Linda’s EpiPen. Of course, we don’t have phones.” Maddie sighed, leaning back to rest her head against the wall. Not even having a SWAT member by her side was comforting; your badge put a more significant target on you.

“We have to warn someone.” Josh mumbled to both Maddie and you, “You’re on shift Y/N?”

“Not for a few hours. I was supposed to drop off the book and get breakfast with Buck before my shift. This was supposed to be five minutes tops, so I left my phone in my car.”

“I already did.” Maddie spoke with a sad look on her face that overtook the fear, “I just hope he gets the message.”

Your hand reached out to squeeze the woman you’d had a hand in raising Buck more than their parents. Maddie had become family when you first started dating Buck. The in-law part of her familial relationship to you never crossed your minds; you were simply sisters to each other.

“Who?”

“Chim. I told him I loved him.” Maddie finished with a teary gaze. It made you sick seeing that look again after Doug.

You remembered seeing that haunted look when she stumbled out of the thicker woods covered in blood. You’d stayed by Athena’s side when Buck clutched her so tight and sobbed with her. It had been before you’d become serious with the man, but it was that frightening day that Buck fell for you. You’d just finished a taxing shift with your team when you heard about Maddie was missing, and Chim was in the hospital. You’d ignored the exhaustion to search high and low through your work contacts before narrowing the search area.

“Good thing Chimney obsesses over the little things.” You spoke, slouching down against the wall, “We’ll get throu-”

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Maddie warned you with her brows furrowed together, and you saw what she was doing. Despite your years of experience and the gun you had, she pushed her fear down behind the concern that a big sister shows her young siblings.

“I won’t.”

At 8am, Buck was just entering the apartment building from grabbing the mail addressed to both you and him when Chim had called.

“Yup, go for Buck.” Buck spoke, opening the door to the apartment he’d only temporarily left. His morning had been late after his long shift the night before. The most productive thing was dressing for his breakfast date with you and grabbing the mail.

“How come 9-1-1 doesn’t respond when I call?” Chimney questioned the younger, now confused male.

“Uh, is that some kind of riddle? Like who watches the watchmen?” Buck asked, closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned around for any indication you’d returned home, but the bowl was vacant of your keys.

“Neither of those things are riddles. Okay, I just tried calling 9-1-1, and I got the high call volume message. Did I miss an earthquake or something?”

“Nope, pretty chill morning.” Buck responded as he closed the fridge door with a bottle of water in hand. The entire conversation wasn’t concerning to him, given that Chimney was often like this.

“Where’s Y/N? She’s the police she’ll know-”

“She’s not home right now. Wait, why are you calling 9-1-1? Is everything okay?” Buck slowly asked with his brows coming together. The sigh of frustration from Chimney was answer enough.

“Your sister said that she loved me.”

“Yeah. Wasn’t that uh, the whole point in that big date you had last night?” Buck inquired on his way to the table. He had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation that would hopefully pass the time until you got home.

“You declare your love, and she declares hers? That’s how it went with Y/N and me.”

“Yeah, I know, okay, but she didn’t, all right? At least not last night. Look, she made this big deal saying that she couldn’t say those words, and then this morning, she blurts them out and hangs up on me.” Chimney speaks, pacing in his own apartment. The side by the side of Chimney and Buck’s separate apartments told different tales of their states.

“It’s still not quite sounding like an emergency.”

“’Cause I sound insane.” Chimney spoke, staring up at the ceiling with a battle in his mind. He wants Buck to talk him out of this, but he also wants Buck to agree with him, “She’s at the call centre. What could happen there? You know what, forget it, I’ll try Y/N again.”

“Again?” Buck questioned just as his co-worker ended the call. Buck tugged his phone away from his ear to stare at it confused.

You always answered the phone if you weren’t working at the moment, but given you still had hours, he found it unsettling. After seeing the news report with the ladder truck on top of him, calls weren’t ignored between you two. That feeling of concern grew when you didn’t answer his call either. Nor the second one.

“Nah, she’s probably talking with Maddie.” Buck spoke, but that second-guessing feeling didn’t dissipate.

In the call centre, you’d been marched to one of the stations with a deep hope that you’d remember everything. It had been years by then since you’d worked as a dispatcher. It didn’t help with the gunmen patrolling the room.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” You calmly questioned the caller.

“Hi, my cat is up the tree by my house. Could you send someone?”

“Can I get your name?” You went through the motions of getting her name and address before you informed the woman, “Okay, the LAFD and LAPD no longer respond to calls of cats in trees. The cat will make its way down on its own. If the tree is in your backyard, I’d use the time to garden or read a book on this beautiful day.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“It’s no problem. Having a wonderful day Susan.”

In no time at all, you’d been rotated into the board room away from Josh and Maddie. It gave you time to inspect everyone you hadn’t made contact with yet. No one appeared harmed other than in distress with the situation.

“Downtown. They don’t want anyone downtown.” Linda whispered as Maddie was guided onto the floor by the elbow. You’d only gathered her name from her near-silent introduction to you when the hired guns had been far from your area.

“Let’s go.” Greg snapped, roughly pushing you towards the conference room. Something deep in your gut already predicted that someone was going to be stupid.

It was your sharp eyesight catching the minuscule agitation in Greg’s interactions with the Cue Ball guy. The slight tightening of his grip on the gun, the tension in the room growing stifling. And everyone knows that when emotions run high stupid things happen.

“Why do they keep moving us around like this?” The man beside Maddie questioned. He was definitely the most shaken of the group. He was basically shaking like a chihuahua.

“To disorient us.” Maddie spoke, staring at the group monitoring the dispatchers currently in play. Her eyes refused to leave them.

“So, we can’t make a plan.” You finished for your sister-in-law. Objectively out of everyone, Maddie, Sue and you were the most collected individuals for various reasons.

Maddie had lived in a volatile house with a man that could be unpredictable if a situation called for it in his mind. Sue had been working in the centre for years to navigate the emergency while you walked into dangerous situations.

“Jamal.” The shaking man spoke, holding his hand out towards you, “Are you new?”

“No.” You spoke as you shook his hand, “I’m Y/N. Maddie’s sister-in-law. I’m filling in as a favour for Sue.”

The lie slipped off your lips a little too quickly. You decided to come to this hostage situation as if you were undercover. It meant having to ignore that Maddie was in the situation with you.

“Worst day for a favour.” Jamal snorted with his eyes pinned on one of the armed men holding all your lives in their hands. You’d have spoken, but Jamal checked out mentally from the conversation waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The shoe dropped when the IT Specialist announced numbly, “Jake’s dead. They shot him.”

It didn’t matter how long you’d been working for the LAPD, any death, whether it was a civilian or a criminal, it was still was startling. Jake, the security guard that alternated shifts with Lucy, wasn’t someone you spoke with. He was on shift when you weren’t here or just missed the shift change.

“We need to get a message out.” Jamal spoke, glancing at the only people in the right state of mind, and those were Maddie, Josh and you. Terry had seen the violence these men had no issues with.

“I did.” Josh breathed, thinking of the arguably cute security guard he sometimes liked to stare at, “A woman called about onions in an omelette. I dispatched an officer.”

“To the restaurant?” Maddie inquired with her pinkie connected with yours for comfort. Both of you would prefer your SO’s hand instead.

“Not exactly.” Josh replied, staring at his best friend with a glimpse of hope in his brown eyes.

Hope may be the only way you could get out of this without hurting anyone in your admittedly surface level plan.

“Buck will think something is up.” You added

Buck had begun pacing the kitchen of the apartment with Chim adamantly telling his friend his plan to go to the centre. Buck had joined Chimney in the concerned department when you had failed to return to the apartment, return calls and to make matters worse, so was Maddie. His texts had gone unanswered as well, not even having the read receipt on.

“She’s not picking up either. I tried Y/N and Josh, but neither replied. When I tried Maddie and Josh, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Now, I’m definitely going.” Chimney announced, shoving his wallet into his pocket just as someone began knocking on his door.

“What if something is wrong? I know Y/N is a member of SWAT but radio silence? No text to let me know she was called in early?” Buck thought aloud with his finger dragging along his thigh, “Maybe we should call the police.”

“I...think someone already did.” Chimney informed Buck as he stared at the sudden appearance of Sergeant Athena Grant at his door.

“What? What do you mean?” Buck hastily questioned, leaning against the kitchen island. He could just faintly hear Athena speaking on Chimney’s end of the phone, “Chimney? What’s going on?”

“Athena was sent to my apartment. Hang on, Buck, I’m just gonna tell Athena what’s going on.”

Buck stepped away from the island to settle on the stairs to the loft, impatiently waiting for Chimney to finish speaking. That fear of losing pieces of his life expanded deep in his gut, just like the times Maddie left in his childhood. That fear of being left behind.

“What’s she’s saying now?”

“She’s making her case.” Chim whispered as he continued to eavesdrop on Athena’s call with her higher-ups, “Now she’s folding like a cheap suit.”

“All right, let me talk to Athena.” Buck demanded antsy to figure out the situation that clearly had something wrong. That fear he’d thought of early flared catching the tail end of Athena’s conversation, “No! No, no. We can’t just send in SWAT. If there is someone inside the call centre doing something, they’ll know we’re onto them.”

Unfortunately, Buck was correct in this thought process, all thanks to living with a SWAT member. He knew these things after the years he’d been with you.

“Maddie? I think I can sneak up to Terry’s computer. Maybe get eyes on the place-”

“No!” Terry nearly shouted, stiffening when Cue Ball hesitated in the doorway at his sudden shouts. You all held your breath for his reaction, but thankfully he was called away by one of the men, “They have-”

“Terry, I need you to calm down. I’m familiar with these types of situations. I’m SWAT. I need to get on top of this. Don’t be a hero.”

Maddie’s head began to shake when your arm was roughly grabbed by Greg, “Your turn.”

You were separated from Josh and Maddie, but instead of being pushed into one of the dispatcher seats, you were pulled to the original hallway.

“I don’t like how friendly you are with them.” Greg spat, shoving you to rest against the wall, “Don’t move.”

You catch the eyes of Maddie with an apologetic expression before you used the pacing routine to sneak away. You didn’t release your breath until you were attaching your holder to your hip in the change room. By now, your team would be aware that something was wrong, Hondo would be hell-bent on finding you.

Until you had help, you were on your own.

You used each blindspot of the cameras in the halls to the stairwell, and you used a broom to adjust the cameras. The cameras not kept you from view but not appearing suspicious. Once at the floor where Terry was practically always at you softly closed the door.

You’d only started to sit down when you heard the ding of the elevator, “Shit.”

You slipped into the closest containing extra parts if anything broke. Through the crack, you saw Terry being held at gunpoint. The gunman that had been holding the tablet on the floor, Ellis as you’d heard.

“You’re telling me every cop in the city has just disappeared?” Ellis demanded as Terry, and he disappeared around one of the corners. The tapping of a screen indicating Ellis was searching for something with Terry’s involuntary help.

“I’m telling you, I don’t know!” Terry snapped back, creating even more tension in the room, but Ellis didn’t move to grab his gun.

Ellis appeared to the only one reluctant to discharge your weapon, unlike Cue Ball, who just happened to join the party.

“Figure it out!” Ellis spat, turning on his heel at the sound of approaching footsteps. You could see him roll his eyes at his team member walking into the room.

“What’s going on here?” Cue ball questioned the duo in different kinds of distress, and you swore Cue Ball enjoyed the intimidation from his teammate and the IT specialist.

“That police car’s not the only one that’s gone dark.” Ellis nervously spoke, stiffening for the volatile reaction that one could expect from Foster.

“You think they know we’re here?”

“Foster, it could be a system glitch.” Ellis offered keeping one eye on Cue Ball while monitoring Terry’s work as well.

Cue Ball spoke a sentence that sent chills up your spine, “Time to cut our losses.”

As Foster and Ellis began going over their personal plans made out of Greg’s knowledge, you noticed Terry glance over. His eyes widened slightly before quickly looking away when you raised a finger across your lips.

“We can go down the back stairs. I have a car waiting around the corner, we split the art up between the five of us, and we go our separate ways.” Foster spoke, revealing his plan to double-cross Greg, which in all honesty made sense. Greg was ill-fitting to be in charge of their operation, unable to control his lackeys.

“I like that part of the deal.” Ellis breathed, skirting around the trigger happy criminal only to halt in his steps, “Wait, you’ve got a car parked down the street? You were always gonna double-cross Greg.”

“You weren’t?”

“If we’re gonna do this, you can’t just sell famous works of art on eBay.”

“You can’t sell them from prison either.”

At that moment, something almost shifted in the area, something that made you pull your gun from your holster. Your body telling you something was about to happen. It happened in a split second. Foster fled the room leaving only Ellis just outside. With Terry frantically shaking his head, you tiptoed to the unsuspecting criminal.

“LAPD!” You shouted, pointing your gun towards the shocked man, “Put the gun down and put your hands up.”

“Aren’t you a dispatcher?” Ellis questioned, blinking in surprise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be intelligent? Next time check the schedule I haven’t worked here in years.” You spat, keeping your gun pointed on him, “Do I say-”

The sound of two guns going off made Terry flinch and scream as he instinctively dropped to the ground. IT was supposed to be safe, but Terry had now heard three gunshots in under two hours. He really didn’t want to see the outcome of the shots.

A moan coaxed Terry to peek out through the privacy glass. Ellis was on the ground while you kept your gun on him. He didn’t see anything else when the power went out. He didn’t see you drop to your knees, but he heard you.

“Terry...get down. Lay on your stomach with your hands insight, and don’t move.” You informed the terrified IT just as the floor was swarmed.

“Put the gun down!” The sound of Tan’s voice was welcoming as you slowly placed the gun on the ground. “25-David I have Y/L/N. The suspect is down, need medical.”

You got back to your feet when Tan nodded his head, “Thank god. There’s a possible body in the IT room along with the It Specialist Terry.”

“You got your badge on you?” Tan questioned as he cuffed the moaning Ellis up, “Street can you escort her down?”

Street nodded from his position, watching Tan’s back before guiding you to the stairs with hawk eyes. Even off duty, you kept your head on a swivel.

“You caused quite the commotion.” Street spoke halfway down the stairs when you barely mumbled. He caught you as you went down like a sack of potatoes, “Y/N!”

“Adrenaline is crashing.” You moaned, looking at your shoulder where the maroon had grown darker, “I think he shot me.”

“26-David I’m in the stairway. Prepare a medic.” Street spoke into his radio before he strapped the gun away and swept you into his arms, “Think you can have my back?”

“When don’t I?” You wheezed, with the sweat starting to bead on your forehead. As you crashed from adrenaline, you barely noticed being placed on the ground at the main entrance.

A paramedic cutting your borrowed shirt to reveal the bullet hole in your shoulder courtesy of Ellis, the only member who’d thought wouldn’t shoot his gun. You could vaguely hear Maddie calling out your name as you were loaded onto a gurney.

“M-Maddie?” You spoke, tilting your head to see Chris holding Maddie back from, “Chris! That’s my sister in law.”

Chris only let Maddie go when Hondo gave the all-clear, and you were so thankful when Maddie’s hand encased yours.

“Don’t close your eyes.” Maddie pleaded sick with the amount of blood on your skin and soaking through the gauze, “Who’s gonna help me put up with my little brother?”

“Buck.” You breathed sluggishly, blinking as the artificial lights changed to natural with the gun shining through the glass front doors.

“You didn’t let me close mine in that ambulance, so I need you to do the same. Don’t close them. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Maddie cried as an officer pulled her aside as you were stopped. You wouldn’t remember it, but Maddie had to watch as you coded right in front of her.

Maddie had to watch them perform CPR on you and fight for a pulse. She had to think of how’d she’d tell her little brother she’d killed his fiance. The counting of the paramedics sounded as if underwater, and as they did, the world went quiet. Her mind checked out as the trauma settled in.

Maddie stumbled out of the building into a zoo of officers, medics, and news reporters almost robotically. She barely felt Chimney hug her, but she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed.

“It’s all my fault.” Maddie gasped, collapsing against him, “If I had-”

“Maddie?”

Chimney felt Maddie stiffen at the sound of Buck’s voice amidst the multiple voices milling around. Maddie raised her gaze to meet Buck’s blue eyes dripping in relief and question.

“Buck.”

“Maddie, where’s Y/N? Her car…” Buck trailed off, catching the utter heartbreak in his big sister’s eyes. A look he’d come to know in his line of work as a firefighter. The utter devastation that came with watching someone you love die, “No. No.”

“I got a pulse!” Came from the nearest ambulance, and Buck skirted around his sister and Chimney, “Ready to transport!”

Your eyes slowly blinked at the white ceiling of the ambulance with pain in your midsection courtesy of chest compressions. Breathing came painful, and the bullet wound throbbed, but it all faded when you saw blue eyes above you.

“Buck.” You sobbed, more like groaned, as he was urged to sit on the bench holding your hand, “Maddie?”

“She’s okay. Chim’s got her. Can you keep your eyes on me? I need to see those big beautiful e/c eyes.” Buck soothed, bringing your hand to his lips, “Did I ever tell you my favourite colour?”

Despite Buck’s best attempts, you continued fading in and out of consciousness but continued to be stable. He spoke about the funny video Eddie had shown him of Christopher at the end of their shift last night. He talked about everything and anything under the sun during the short ride to the hospital.

The last thing you saw was Buck being held back as the paramedics pushed the gurney into the ER. Everything turned black.

The beeping was the first thing you heard before your eyes fluttered open to a stark white room and that unmistakable hospital scent. You noticed the second thing as Buck holding your hand in both of his with his forehead pressed against them.

“Buck?” You moaned to the one person you had wished to see. The man whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, “What’s wrong?”

“Your heart stopped beating twice. I thought I was gonna lose you.” Buck cried with his lips pressed against your hand, “I was so worried.”

“Hey. I’m fine. I’m here.” You cooed, tugging one hand away to run through his messy hair with a soft smile. His blue eyes brighten at the familiar feeling of your digits in his hair, “I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t here for decoration.”

His eyes found the ring he’d gently placed back on your finger from when the nurses had removed it. It only left your finger when you were on duty, in which it was slung on a necklace hidden under your uniform.

“Better not be.”

“Does the hospital have a chapel?” You questioned out of the blue leading to Buck snorting as you giggled, “I’m serious. When I was bleeding in that building, all I could think about was you. If Maddie is anything like you, she’s waiting in the waiting room with Chimney.”

“You aren’t wrong. All the chairs are taken. Our family was waiting for you to wake up.” Buck breathed, leaning closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “Are you sure?”

“About marrying you?” You softly questioned the man who couldn’t help but believe this was a dream. How he’d somehow got the girl of his dreams to agree to marry his ass, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. All I want to share is your last name for the rest of my life. You are it for me, Evan Buckley. All the flaws you see are beautiful to me.”

“Only you would want to get married after being shot mere hours ago.” Buck chuckled with a sigh pulled from his pink lips, “I’ll get the doctor for you and find out if we can be married here.”

While you were checked out, Buck left the room to go back to the waiting room where the 118 and your co-workers waited. Everyone perked up at his appearance, Christopher asleep on Eddie’s lap.

“Is she okay?” Bobby questioned as the tension in the room grew more and more. It shattered into relief when Buck grinned.

“She’s sore as expected. She’s gonna catch some sleep, but she’d like to see Maddie.” Buck replied, pinning his gaze on his big sister with her curled into Chimney’s body. Her cheeks flooded with tears of absolute relief, “C’mon.”

The waiting room started emptying with Buck’s promise to keep everyone updated, but before Bobby could step away, Buck asked for him.

“Do you need a few days off?” Bobby questioned just as Buck came closer to the seasoned firefighter.

“No. But could you spare an hour?” The expression on Buck’s face was enough for Bobby not to ask any further questions. He simply followed Buck back towards your hospital room, where Maddie and Chim waited.

“What’s going on?” Bobby inquired, with the addition of the hospital assigned Priest holding the standard bible. Chimney could only shrug in response to whatever was going on.

“I know there have been times we haven’t seen eye to eye, but Bobby, you’re like a father to me. You gave me chance after chance when anyone else would have given up. You guided me on how to be a man. Y/N and I would like it if you’d be here for this.”

“Wait, are you getting married? What about the wedding?” Maddie spluttered, flicking her gaze between her brother and you. Her question surprised her boyfriend and Bobby.

“We’ll still have it. But I want to marry her without the pressure of our parents. Just a private ceremony with some of the people that mean the most to us.” Buck answered for the two of you, “Would you stay?”

“Of course.” Maddie softly spoke with a slideshow of memories playing in her mind of watching Buck grow up.

Watching Evan go through all kinds of injuries, all in the name of attention but never getting it the way he deserved it. She remembered giving him advice for asking out Donna and holding him when he was rejected. The little toddler with the impish grin somehow turned into an idiot in the hospital.

Maddie saw the man her little brother had turned into with the help of the 118 and you.

Buck’s fingers made quick work of buttoning his short-sleeve uniform with the sudden appearance of his friend.

“That’s new.” Eddie spoke from his opened locker holding his uniform and a picture of his family on the door. It was a picture of Christopher, Buck, you and Eddie from the zoo a couple months back.

Buck looked over at his best friend, “Hm?”

“The ring.” Eddie snorted dramatically, looking at the ring that had been living on his finger since he married you five days ago, “Did my invite get lost in the mail?”

“Nah, we just got married in the hospital. We’re still planning the wedding to appease both sides of our family. And I promised Christopher he could be in the wedding. With Y/N on medical leave, the planning will be faster. She’s going stir crazy after five days.” Buck finished tucking in the shirt into his work-issued pants. Lastly, he slid his ring onto the metal chain he had bought recently.

Like you did, he would wear it around his neck when working for safety reasons.

“I’m happy for you, man.” Eddie told his friend just as the bell rang, “You’ll have to tell me how you’re liking the married life.”

“But first, we have a job to do.” Buck supplied all the while jogging to suit up in his turnout gear with Hen and Chimney.

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