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Sun & Moon Fic Recs

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Current number of fics: 43

Last updated October 24th, 2023

To be updated (with announcement and by my own personal choice, please don't request fics to be added to the list. Recommending me fics to check out is allowed however!)

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Table of Contents - 1. Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics, 2. Other Roles or Species AU Fics, 2a. Other Roles, 2b. Other Species, 2c. Other Species (Mer), 3. Updates

Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics

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Solar Lunacy by BamSara | @bamsara

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader

You weren't a technician, you weren't a security guard, you weren't a daycare assistant. You're just an employee. Staff. The ‘jack-of-all-trades’ employee with mediocre at best skills and specialty in none, tasked with doing miscellaneous jobs that robots couldn't do and human staff couldn't care to. The job is unpredictable, but it pays good and it's relatively easy.

Except for the part where all the animatronics are more sentient than you thought, and you're roped into a mystery surrounding the Daycare Attendants, who are bit too curious about you for your liking.

You don't think this was in your employee contact.

M | Words: 225,814 | Chapters: 16/?

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Saturday Insomnia by BamSara | @bamsara

No Archive Warnings Apply, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader

The animatronic tuts at you. “No, silly, not for us. For you.”

You raise an eyebrow.

Sun places one hand on his chest. “The Sun and the Moon, and…” He points to the shirt’s design, and then to you. “-and the Earth!”

It takes you a moment to process, but when it dawns on you, you fight back a snort unless you want to make an ungodly noise in the middle of the quiet thrift store. “Oh god. That’s corny. Like, REALLY corny. That should be a crime.”

Sun just hums and nods as you revel in his ‘genius’, arms reaching out to take the bundle of clothing you’ve been holding and carrying it for you. “There’s nothing wrong with the clichés. You’re just jealous because we’re as clever as ever.”

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A comfort fic showing domestic life with the Daycare Attendants. Set somewhere in the future timeline for Solar Lunacy, but can be read stand-alone.

M | Words: 9,061 | Chapters: 1/1

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copper cogs rusted through by Borashore | @paper-lilypie

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader

A year after the fire, Fazbear Entertainment graciously announces its plans to reopen the grand Pizzaplex installment bigger and better than ever, causing a stir amongst everyone nation-wide, including your small, mundane town, set in the outskirts of anything modern, luxurious or relevant. As a mundane civilian of said town with other things to worry about, you barely wink an eye. Rent is a constant nuisance to meet, one of your jobs might get terminated, raising three siblings zaps both time and energy, and coming to terms with the fact you never grew up to be somebody in life becomes an impossibility every other day.

Nonsense like Fazbear Entertainment has never been something to think about.

That is… well, until you mistakenly bring one– sorry, two– of its titular characters home and add more problems to your list.

Can’t catch a break, can you?

M | Words: 37,458 | Chapters: 3/11

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Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands by aug325, CephalonGhost | @dana-chan-the-control-brain @twinanimatronics

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun, Moon & Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Daycare Attendant & Reader

Takes place after the three-star princess quest ending where Sun and Moon are the only intact animatronic left.

Fazbear Entertainment decides to capitalize on that and try to make money off the daycare again by making the dual animatronic into two. Clearly no problems arise from this because robots can’t suffer mental or emotional trauma, right?

Sequel to: Lofi Beats to Capture Children to.

M | Words: 226,447 | Chapters: 26/?

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Lofi Beats to Capture Children to by aug325 | @dana-chan-the-control-brain

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/DJ Music Man, Moon & Sun, DJ Music Man & Moon, DJ Music Man/Moon, DJ Music Man & Music Man, Vanessa A. | Ness & Daycare Attendant, Vanessa A. | Ness & Moon, Vanessa A. | Ness & Sun, Vanny & Moon

The Daycare Animatronic was different from the Glamrocks. They didn't match the 80's austenitic, and their drastic shift in personalities.

Sun seems to be a nervous trainwreck who sobs to pieces if left alone for five minutes.

Moon seems intent on punishing anyone they deem a "rulebreaker"

And with Moon's inherent violent tendencies, it almost seems they were made with the intention of capturing intruders of the Pizzzaplex first, and being a Daycare Attendant second.

Who made these things? What kind of messed-up person was the guy who made them...

Why make the Daycare Attendant and the NightTime Security for the building the same animatronic?

It just doesn't make sense.

Moon was the head of security of the entire Pizzaplex at night. It was only natural they had to meet the 'bouncer' of the Dance Floor eventually.

(Or: A small stupid fic about Moon and DJMM becoming frens and goes into details of Sun/Moon's origin. The Glamrocks also appear and be frens. Eventual child death to come)

This is a Direct Prequel to "Twin Animatronics with too much time on their hands" So I recommend giving it a read <3

T | Words: 151,036 | Chapters: 16/?

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Visions (Or Lack Thereof) by DeeplyJuniper, Glitched_and_Unnamed | @sleepyjuniper @azure-aura321

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun, Daycare Attendant & Gregory, Glamrock Freddy & Gregory

This place is not like he remembered it. Neither is Sun; his brother seems panicked and shaky- and relieved to hear him.

To Moon, this all seems like some elaborate prank. One minute he was doing his job, watching over the children, and listening to Sun from their shared consciousness. The next, he opens his eyes to find the place he loved and cherished has fallen into disrepair. Abandoned. Rundown. His brother says it's been months.

He doesn't remember what happened in-between.

G | Words: 100,459 | Chapters: 14/?

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Permission Slip by thedemonsurfer | @thedemonscrawler

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant & Gregory, Glamrock Freddy & Gregory, Gregory & Sun, Gregory & Moon, Moon & Sun

Gregory gets dumped off in the Daycare as a 'lost child'. When he shows back up after closing, convinced that the security guard wants to hurt him, Sun decides to do whatever is needed to help him escape the Pizzaplex. This turns out to be a much bigger ordeal than anticipated.

Freddy is on lockdown. Chica is eating garbage. Roxy is talking to herself. Monty is tearing apart anything that moves.

There is a rabbit in the Pizzaplex.

Something is wrong tonight.

T | Words: 165,760 | Chapters: 13/?

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I see you, Sundrop! by ShiraCheshire | @shirajellyfish

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon & Sun & Original Character(s), Sun & Original Character(s), Moon & Original Character(s), Daycare Attendant & Original Character(s)

With nowhere else to go, Riley returns to the place they spent their childhood- Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. When they discover that something is very wrong with the animatronics, they're forced to take shelter in the Superstar Daycare.

Considering that their favorite hobby is analyzing and understand how animatronics work and think, Riley is thrilled at the chance to get to know the Daycare Attendant. Too bad everything had to go wrong first for them to get here. At least they're safe in the daycare, right? No health and safety hazards here in the Superstar Daycare absolutely none no siree.

AKA mostly a whole lot of playing with and getting to know Sun- As long as the lights stay on, anyway.

(Not a fan of longfics? Looking for something shorter but still satisfying? Chapter 11 and chapter 32 both work as early stopping points if you wish)

M | Words: 462,502 | Chapters: 103/?

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404: Personal Space Not Found by CrazedAuthor | @crazedauthor

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader

Being an anxious mess one bright light from a breakdown wasn't easy, nor did it grant you many friends. Still, you were getting by as a hermit only leaving your apartment to go to class. That all changes when you start working at the Pizzaplex as a staff member. Working in close proximity to such advanced robotics? It was every future engineer's dream. Working for such high pay in this economy? It was enough to make a poor college student cry. Despite the change in routine, you're content to go through with it, thinking you'll blend into the background and disappear, never to be noticed by human or animatronic alike...

You thought wrong. The Daycare Attendants and the trouble that surrounds them will RUIN YOU.

T | Words: 81,109 | Chapters: 7/?

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(it was, in reality, not fine.) by bones_of_a_rabbit | @bones-of-a-rabbit

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun, Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader

You're the new tech/repairman at the Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, unfortunately. Your first task? To make the Daycare Attendant into two separate animatronics. It's an amazing opportunity, really, and there is nothing you love more than getting a chance to really work with such tech! The only bad part is that you don't know how to tell anyone that you just might be in over your head. (You are extremely in over your head.)

(Just a silly feel-good fic, AU where there is no Security Breach, no William, no murders, etc. Sun and Moon fall in love with you, a well-meaning but honestly naïve and easily-overwhelmed little dummy)

(BTW THE TITLE IS MEANT TO BE A RUNNING JOKE FROM THE FIC there isn't gonna b some big angsty plot twist. most likely)

G | Words: 99,238 | Chapters: 10/?

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Ventura Highway by MadameMiz | @madamemiz

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Sun

You are an idiot who, in the eyes of the law, just stole a multi-million dollar piece of AI animatronic technology from a highly controversial company.

Now a fugitive, you weigh your options, and with few choices available you decide going on the run is your best bet.

Time for a road trip.

T | Words: 28,356 | Chapters: 6/?

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The Night Shift by Certified_Handler | @certified-handler

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader

You expected there would be plenty of changes when Fazbear Entertainment purchased the childcare facility where you work. What you didn't expect was everything that came after...

M | Words: 214,610 | Chapters: 44/44

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(and when you speak) angels sing from above by ranchdiip

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader, Glamrock Animatronics & Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Sun

“Fine,” you spit. You’re still shaking, but the fear is mixed with anger now, a bitterness that follows all of life’s unfair balances. “Fine. Whatever. I won’t tell anyone that Fazbear is letting a criminal run free and paying for his treatments to boot. But what the fuck do you want me to do about this thing?”

“Work on it,” Margaret says. She doesn’t acknowledge your barb, probably for the better. It still burns you. “Figure out how you can decommission the Naptime Attendant without damaging the Daycare Attendant. It’s the Naptime’s that turned violent, and we can’t return the animatronic to the public until it’s gone.”

“You want me to get rid of the half that saved a little girl,” you scowl.

“I want you to get rid of the half that put a man in the hospital.”

“I’m not a software engineer, Mag.”

“You are, now. If anything happens to you, tell me. You know I’ve got your back here.”

You’re starting to wonder if that’s true.

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Last week, the recently debuted Daycare Attendant put a man in the hospital. Corporate has decided it's your problem, now.

M | Words: 30,251 | Chapters: 6/?

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First They're Sour, Then They're Sweet! by lunargalaxies | @smallergalaxies

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Sun & Reader, Moon/Reader

You’re one of a handful of night time security guards at the pizzaplex, and a certain animatronic has taken a…liking? to you. At least you think so, it's hard to tell when he almost never talks to you and just follows you around on your shifts. If it wasn't so creepy, you think it could actually be a little cute.

T | Words: 16,030 | Chapters: 10/?

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Our Orbit is Elliptical by Sycopomp | @sycopomp | in association with @madame-mongoose

No Archive Warnings Apply Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Sun, Moon & Sun & Reader

The Daycare Attendant is very protective of his role in the Superstar Daycare; he was made for this job, after all, and he finds it insulting that management seems to think he needs help. They insist on saddling him with human assistants, over and over, no matter how many quit. Not that he does it intentionally, of course... but if they can't handle the stress, then perhaps they aren't fit to be working with children. Hmph.

You are the new Daycare Assistant at the Superstar Daycare! Despite some reservations, you're determined to do your best and prove-- mostly to yourself-- that you deserve to be here. You're inspired by Sun and the ease with which he gets along with the children, and you hope to impress him with your go-getter attitude and unflappable confidence! (Even if both of those things are about as flimsy as construction paper...)

aka: Sun is passive-aggressive to his new assistant, whom is so determined to do a good job that they're too oblivious to notice.

T | Words: 15,337 | Chapters: 1/?

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Holding the World by StarvingMe | @anangelcalledinquisitor

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader

You were new, dressed in your little uniform, jacket, slacks, collared shirt peeking out, plastic little nametag with your name scrawled in large, friendly letters.

(Pregnant Reader AU with Automatons)

M | Words: 99,699 | Chapters: 27/27

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rises the moon by paris_23 | @paris-23

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Reader

You hear a door creaking, but it isn’t enough to pull you from your spiraling panic, hardly even grasps your attention. It isn’t until you hear a bell jingle that you force your head up and your eyes open. And it’s… Moon. He’s standing in front of you, watching as you quiver and stare up at him, tears staining trails down your face.

He sits down next to you, criss-cross, not touching you but still close. His voice is raspy, just like always, but softer, quieter, as he says, “Poor thing, out here on their own. Should know not to wander in the dark alone, little lamb.”

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Moon helps you through a panic attack

G | Words: 2,451 | Chapters: 1/1

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Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back by characcoon | @characcoon

No Archive Warnings Apply, DJ Music Man & Sun, Moon & Sun, Sun & Reader, DJ Music Man & Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Gregory, Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader

You blink at the offended new light source aimed at the far wall of the pit, flickering constantly and making your eyes hurt. You smack it in your palm until the batteries move back in place and the light stops flickering. You point it up and down the well again, considering your options of going forward or going home, putting all the cards at the table so you can make a decision.

Turning around, wanting to pace for a bit since it helps you think better, you're greeted with a whole thing standing right behind you.

The color quickly drains off your face and you get cold, holding your breath for dear life as the light from your torch illuminates a face. Round like a dinner plate, singed and cracked, with a Cheshire smile stretched from one side to the other, black eyes that seem to suck the light out of the torch, framed by a shredded, poorly patched up blue hood. You don't feel like moving the light or your eyes away from the animatronic, so you can’t see the state of the rest of its body yet.

The thing isn’t moving. Neither are you.

T | Words: 27,900 | Chapters: 11/?

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Don’t spare your gaze by acrylicArtsy | @inazumaneko

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun

With a huff, the daycare attendant sat up fluidly, and began heading to the sink to wash off what glue he could.

He was halfway there when the smell had hit him.

At first, he was confused. His systems halting, trying to place what this new thing was. He was getting multiple results at once, and it was almost dizzying how quick the sensory notifications came:

Barbecue, fireplace, fireworks, chimney,

Smoke.

What was happening? Why did he sense smoke? What could be causing this?

Fire. below. MOVE.

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Or: Sundrop realizes the building is on fire, escapes, and tries to figure out his purpose in the big scary world.

(Active updates)

T | Words: 45,671 | Chapters: 14/?

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To Err Is Human by TheNerdyBirdy14 | @birdy-boogaloo

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon & Sun, Moon/Sun/Original Character(s), Moon/Sun/Original Male Character(s), Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Original Character(s), Daycare Attendant/Reader, Glamrock Animatronics & Original Character(s), Glamrock Chica & Original Character(s), Montgomery Gator & Original Character(s), Glamrock Freddy & Original Male Character(s), Roxanne Wolf & Original Character(s)

Jack Harley just wanted a nice, simple job that paid well. He was sick of working two other jobs to make ends meet. So when Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex began looking for someone to manage the Daycare area, he leapt on it. It was just a little mechanical work and playing with kids, right? Shouldn't be too hard.

But there's something going on under the surface: animatronics with way more intelligence than they should have; secrets that come out when the lights go down; and to top it off, a virus with a vengeance infecting it all.

Is there a way to fix it all? Or will he be another victim broken by the company's dark past?

//OC-centric, slow burn romance, giving the animatronics the happy ending they deserve, plot fixes, short chapters\\

M | Words: 87,171 | Chapters: 16/?

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Celestial Syzygy by Pterolem | @echoingkarma

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader, Vanessa & Reader

You're the human staff of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, and one of the only two you ever seem to see, there to be a comforting and familiar face for the guests... and just to do what you're told. At your side are several very tall animatronics who mostly want to help you settle in.

Mostly.

Good luck, reader, and please enjoy your time working for Fazbear Entertainment. Don't forget all those waivers you signed when you started working for us! And forget what you hear or see in the night; its not relevant to your job :)

M | Words: 70,541 | Chapters: 18/18

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you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure by tuzesdays | @tuzesdays

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader

You never, never wanted to be on dayshift. All those children running around, being loud and messy and eugh... but that's what corporate scheduled you for, and they're the ones that write your checks, so. You weren't expecting to get along with the daycare attendant, but that doesn't mean you want to stay on dayshift just to hang out with them.

Too bad you can't back out now.

T | Words: 121,367 | Chapters: 21/?

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So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar | @strawbubbysugar

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon & Sun, sun and moon/reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader, Eclipse/Reader

It will take every single sign the universe can throw at you to realize that you are capable of being loved. Specifically, by an animatronic daycare attendant.

Check out @strawbubbysugar on Tumblr for art related to the AU, and to participate in polls to decide what happens next!

NR | Words: 134,362 | Chapters: 70/70

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What's It Called When Light Hits a Prism? by TooManyPsuedonyms

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun

The PizzaPlex has been running--and the Management needs a new operator for one of their salvaged animatronics.

You are just trying to live independently, so of course, you'll take the job.

You have no idea what you're in for. Granted, you never really know what you're in for, but this can't be much different than working with regular human people... right?

M | Words: 161,198 | Chapters: 39/?

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Other Roles or Species AU Fics

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--- Other Roles (machines in total alternate circumstances. This may include former daycare attendants if the primary role has changed. Former daycare attendants who have more so only lost their role do not go here, they still go in Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics)

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Sleuth Jesters by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse

Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Eclipse & Reader

M | Words: 174,134 | Works: 15 | Complete: No

- Due to being a whole series rec, here's the first work details:

Share the Cuffs by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader

“If I may, Detectives, I believe that the score is set at a tie on how many times you’ve both let me slip away under your watch.” You grin at the sun and moon like faces of your opponents in this game of cat and mouse. The narrow slice of Detective Moon’s gaze becomes threatening, where Detective Sun curls and uncurls his fingers in anticipation of whatever scheme you’re concocting.

Detective!Sun & Detective!Moon x Vigilante!Reader (SFW)

T | Words: 4,084 | Chapters: 1/1

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Bethroned by Strawbubbysugar | @strawbubbysugar

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon & Sun, Sun & Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader

The Human Kingdom of Porphyal has long been at war with The Kingdom of Atomata, a strange land filled with sentient automatons. The cause for the start of the bloodshed has been lost to time, but it will soon be drawing to a close with the arranged marriage of the Heir of Porphyal and the Heir of Atomata, set to be wed when they reach of age, uniting the Kingdoms in peace at last.

Though it is uncertain if the temporary truce will last long enough to see this come to pass.

NR | Words: 58,168 | Chapters: 34/?

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Ghost in the Machine by Qwille | @venomous-qwille

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Eclipse/Reader

You are not strong in the Sight. To you, the supernatural has become the background noise of a mundane and lonely life. You have no interest in becoming involved with ghosts.

But they have every interest in you.

When your eccentric great uncle offers you a job fixing the ‘jewel’ of his collection—the original Fazco Daycare Attendant—you expect a challenge, sure. This was undoubtedly going to be the biggest project of your life. You expect pain, mistakes, and late nights aplenty, and you expect an excruciating learning curve.

You do not expect the other Daycare Attendants.

This is a story about love and memories, about secret things and ghosts.

How can you know what to live for when the world you were built for is gone?

M | Words: 69,063 | Chapters: 7/?

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--- Other Species

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Apology Flowers & Blooming Hours by daunsun | @daunsun

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader

Google Maps knew some of the most niche places, really. Oh, you need a very specific kind of food? Here’s a location five minutes from you! You’re looking for a pot of a particular kind of flower and have never explored the area around your apartment complex outside of work? Great! There’s a flower shop two blocks down! Of course, that exact question is what led you to the looming brick shop in front of you. It was a rather quaint place, sure, but it was on one of the busiest streets in town, meaning you only received stares for standing in front of the flower shop and getting in the way. According to your phone, the place was called Daylight-Goodnight Blooms. You figured it was called that because of its night time delivery service, which apparently isn’t a common thing for stores, especially flower shops.

It's not everyday you see a grinning and smiling talking sunflower. Neither is it everyday a grumbling moonflower shows up to your doorstep with... a bouquet? Things were already stressful enough, so surely you were losing your mind, yeah?

(An AU I made that apparently people liked, so I'm writing a tiny fic on it I guess. I have a bunch of ideas. >:D )

T | Words: 9,868 | Chapters: 2/?

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Bug Love by TheOHNOCorral | @theohnocorral

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader

Sun and Moon are what remains of a vast pantheon of gods. Only able to save themselves by making a pact with each other and binding their bodies together and the moon and sun themselves. They watch over what is left of the vast forests they once protected. They know that one day they will waste away, unable even to hold on to each other.

Now here you are. Things haven't gone exactly the way you'd hoped but you've got another field position and it's looking up from there. Now if you can manage to keep catching bumble bees, not eat anything poisonous, and make the mortgage, you'll be fine.

Curious that you always catch more bees than anyone else on the study. Curious that you never get ticks, or chiggers, your bag never rips open, you've never been stung, never fallen in the woodland brush. You think you're just lucky for a while. Then you step on that hornet nest. Well. You'd always had a thing for local cryptid lore.

G | Words: 43,561 | Chapters: 17/?

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Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader

Perhaps this would scare a person, being all alone in the woods in the dark, but not you. You’re too intertwined with the paranormal and inexplicable. It’s in your blood. That doesn’t mean your heart won’t pound with terror when you face something with fangs and hungry eyes for flesh, but you don’t run away, and that’s what matters most.

You will face the monsters.

Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)

M | Words: 253,823 | Chapters: 21/21

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Celestial Sundown by clutterspace | @pillowspace

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Eventual Moon/Reader, Eclipse & Reader, Eclipse/Reader

There was something slumped beneath a tree, and you had no idea what it was.

The sunlight shone brighter where it laid, despite the leaves above not differing from any of the other foliage.

It was such a small thing to notice in comparison to everything else, but it brought a small hysterical giggle out past the lump in your throat as it finally clicked in place what you were seeing.

It was a god.

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You are a peasant living in the middle of the woods, Sun is the god of day you brought back home with you, and Moon is the god of night tucked away in the Celestial Realm.

T | Words: 83,805 | Chapters: 7/?

- hey! Celestial Sundown is my fic! My followers recommended that I add it to the list

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For in Safe Horizons by Anonymous | @horizonandstar

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader

It was supposed to be a normal expedition like any other, but something goes wrong and the ship crash-lands. Now you’re stranded on an ocean planet with no way of going home. How long can you survive until you can call for help and leave this planet?

For the first time in your life, you’re alone.

As alone as one can be when two alien creatures follow you around, anyways.

T | Words: 28,630 | Chapters: 8/?

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The Sea Jesters are Real Science by MatosaurusRex, sixty_nine13 | @frizzybearprteam

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Sun

You stare into the glass. At first you see nothing, just a greenish-blue landscape, peaceful and ordinary. There is nothing special about it... Or so you think. As the seconds pass, two figures become more and more visible, slowly growing from two distant dots to two large figures, easily two metres tall. The two creatures stare at you, and you raise your hand, slapping it against the cold glass that holds the creatures trapped. These two beings, which until now had been considered to be legends, raise their hands to clasp yours as well. The most wonderful living beings in the world stand before you, separated by thick glass, suffering every day at the hands of greedy people.

How long will they resist this?

((This fic was inspired by Tumblr shenanigans and merMAY! Thank you all for inspiring us to create this <3))

T | Words: 121,792 | Chapters: 27/?

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Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) by BamSara | @bamsara

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader

When you are ten years old, you find two creatures, bloodied and injured, trapped a net on the beach near your home. You save them, make friends with them, and return them to the sea, leaving you to wonder later if your friends with the Sun colored scales and fins that shone like the full Moon were real or imagined up by a childhood of loneliess.

Time passes. You hear stories of monsters, Sirens in the water, one that is a good omen if spotted, promising your safe voyage as long as you respect the rules of the ocean, and one that sinks ships and eats people for fun. Just folktales meant to scare children.

A decade later, they return the favor, though they don't plan on leaving you so easily this time.

(A 3-part Sun & Moon x Reader fic for Mermay.) (Title subject to change)

T | Words: 23,822 | Chapters: 2/3

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Song for a Siren by SolarRush | @solarrush

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader

As a kid, ever since you attended your first show at the Faz Aquarium and Research Center you were determined to become like the mer handlers you admired. Now fresh out of college, you've made it to your first day at the ARC!

It's not quite as....glamorous...as you expected.

An abandoned exhibit and its inhabitants stir up questions about Faz Corp's true intentions, and you find yourself caught in the middle. Can one person change a bleak future, or will you be sleeping with the fishes?

T | Words: 23,162 | Chapters: 4/4

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I Watched You Become a Stranger by IcedMetalTea | @icedmetaltea

No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun & Reader

You work at one of the few aquariums cleared to house merfolk as a handler for twin mers who live in a sort of petting pool targeted at kids, as they've proven to be harmless to humans through the years. You spend your days taking care of them and supervising their interactions with the public.

You arrive at the exhibit for your early morning shift and, as you prepare for the day's visitors, the automatic door to the room malfunctions and slams shut while you're inside. You find yourself trapped with no sources of food, and the two creatures who have a very big appetite.

T | Words: 6,748 | Chapters: 1/1

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Scars and Scales by intistone | @intistone

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, just platonic stuff ye, Family Fluff - Relationship, Sun & Reader, Moon & Sun, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader

You were doing fine as a diver, despite the nosy neighbor/best friend and dog that was certainly going to be the end of you. All was well, in a weird way

Then the storm came.

And the tides rose.

And you met a monster

Two of them actually, and they were anything but.

You have no idea what to do, no idea how to help, and clearly no idea now broken they are.

But you can't keep them safe forever.

Your past is catching up to you faster than you think.

NR | Words: 163,547 | Chapters: 14/?

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Fish Out of Water by Imagine_Darksiders | @imagine-darksiders

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant & Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader

'What you're looking at is...

Well, quite frankly, it's impossible.

There's a face hanging above you, Lovecraftian in proportion – taller and wider than you are long, with features about as adjacent to a human's as one could possibly get.

For the first few seconds, you remain frozen to your spot, unblinking, half expecting the grinning visage to fade away as sobriety takes you back into its safe, sense-making embrace.

A pair of milky, white eyes peer down at you, hanging in the expanse of yellowing skin, like twin pools of alabaster paint. You'd hesitate to even call them eyes, but then, the damn things b l i n k.'

M | Words: 26,589 | Chapters: 4/?

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Within a Sun and Moonlit Cove by shadow_oblivion

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader

You witness two mer hatch, and spend the entire summer with them. But at the end of that time, you get the mer to the sea before your family moves away. 20 years later, you are in desperate need of a break from your busy life. Taking a vacation to where you lived when younger, you fondly remember the two tiny mer, and hope they are doing all right wherever they are.

When you wander the shore near your hotel, during the day or at night, you start to find little trinkets here and there, along with an occasional dead sea creature. You might dismiss the odd sight as coincidence, until the items start to line the shore in the direction of a secluded cove in the distance.

T | Words: 40,981 | Chapters: 12/?

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Pisces Caelestis by S_V | @sortvaniliekrans

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader

Underneath the glowing eyes, a great maw opened to hiss at you, baring several rows of needle-like fangs, wicked looking and sharp and also glowing in the blacklight. As the thing hissed, the cries started up again, more frantic this time, and accompanied by- it almost sounded like scratching?

And it was coming from behind you.

The bleeding creature had never been the one wailing.

NR | Words: 76,588 | Chapters: 13/?

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In Deep Dreams Between the Waves by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Daycare Attendant & Reader, Eclipse/Reader

You see a fish, but the fish isn’t really a fish, because he looks up at you with big yellow eyes, wide with fright. Large black pupils dart around frantically. He’s small, less than half your size, which surprises you. You know mers are supposed to be big sea monsters that sink boats or cause storms, but you don’t see a monster. You think of a baby while staring at his chubby round face, creased with fear, and his small tail.

Mermaid!Eclipse x Reader (SFW)

T | Words: 55,644 | Chapters: 5/5

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Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader

A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon.

But they look like mers. Sea monsters.

Mermaid!Sun & Mermaid!Moon x Reader (SFW)

T | Words: 69,362 | Chapters: 6/6

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Crush Depth by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse

No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader

You stare out the forward viewport—the window. The sub’s only window. Blood splashes against the thick glass. It is human blood. It fills an ocean on Moon FZ-87. The atmosphere is dark and barren, speckled with the ghostly light of stars that have been gone for decades.

This is the last view you have of anything above the blood ocean surface. Futility sinks roots into your ribs.

DCA x Reader (SFW)

M | Words: 25,182 | Chapters: 10/10

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bettyfrommars · 9 months

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headlessHorseman!eddie x Reader

Welcome back to The Nightmare Factory

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I had a request from @thiswaytoinfinity for a Headless Horseman version of Eddie, and this is what happened. Reader is AFAB and this chapter includes a surprise guest. Much love. wc: 3.3k

This is part of a collection of blurbs and short fics about Eddie only being able to communicate with you through your nightmares. It can be enjoyed as a standalone, but there is a story being woven through each chapter. Chapters with smut will be marked nsfw, but most of these are just pure silliness and yearning.

"None shall escape the horseman's sight! On your guard, the time is nigh! The Headless Horseman darkens the sky! No matter the realm, it's all the same; I will sear you all with burning flame!"

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You’d been marked by the Headless Horseman.

That much was obvious by the carved jack-o-lantern with a lit candle inside that appeared on your doorstep on that morning, the first of October.

A group of kids from town snickered and pointed at you, knowing that your demise was near, but you held your head high.

You didn’t believe in the Headless Horseman.

It was a fairytale woven by firelight to frighten gullible fools and babies—and you were neither.

You were a teacher now, and a good one at that. Your students did not hate you like they had the schoolmaster before. They didn’t hate you to your face, anyway.

You attended the fall festival behind the church that Saturday night, and Jesiah Smith would not leave you alone. He kept refilling your apple cider, which was nice, but you had no interest in him outside of friendship, and he didn’t seem able to take the hint.

The guy was standing way too close to you, Eddie observed from the shadows.

Eddie was patiently awaiting his scene in the dream as if he were an actor waiting for curtain call, but now the extras in your nightmare were getting on his nerves. It was impossible for Eddie to get to be in all of your nightmares, but he took the opportunities when they came.

Thank god he could tell you were already getting bored with the people around you; even in dreams you preferred to avoid mundane chitchat. He slipped back through the dark thicket of forest and mounted the black steed with ease—almost as if he’d paid attention in class this time. The horse with a long silky mane and red eyes exhaled hot air from its nostrils, and in the cold darkness, it looked like it was breathing smoke.

The wind picked up, scattering dead leaves, and you rubbed your arms to warm them up. Above, the moon was so round and big, and it glowed a pale yellow—in the distance, a wolf howled. You swore you heard noises from the forest over the sound of the fiddle that people were dancing to. Horse hooves trotting, a crow cawing, and the low moan of the wind through tight fissures in the trees, singing like a warning.

Jesiah offered you his jacket, but you told him it was time to grab your shawl and go.

He said he could walk you home, but you said no thank you.

He took hold of your arm to pull you back, to keep you from moving away, and a horse neighed loudly from somewhere deep in the woods, making everyone’s heads whip around to look in that direction.

“I’m fine,” you assured, snaking your arm away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jesiah.”

There was a blip in time then, and suddenly you were in the middle of the forest, and all of the villagers from the festival were gone.

You were all alone.

The air felt cold and damp all at once. Above you, the tops of the trees made a canopy way over your head like intertwined fingers that carved out a perfect slot for the mood between their knuckles.

You shivered again, but not from the cold this time.

You had no idea which direction to walk in order to get home.

An owl flew off of a branch near you and screeched as its big wings caught the air.

You turned on your heel, noticing a thin path that led into a denser part of the forest. “That must be it,” you whispered to yourself, taking a few cautious steps in that direction.

Your legs felt like you were walking in quicksand; you kept moving, but were still in the same spot.

There was a long silence filled with nothing but the chitter of crickets, the type of silence that pounded in your ears, and then you heard a branch snap nearby. You tried to jump from the spot you were in, but your legs felt like jello.

It was then that you felt the hot, wet snorts of breath on the back of your neck.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the huge body of a horse with a man sitting atop it.

You went to step and tripped, falling to the ground as you actively scurried back and a scream caught in your throat, choking you, making you gasp for air.

The man was dressed all in black with pale skin and long, curly dark hair. A long coat, and riding boots that came almost to his knees. The black horse he rode was one of the biggest you’d ever seen—-and there appeared to be actual fire flickering in its eyes.

You noticed a thick, jagged line like a railroad track around the man’s neck.

“Are…are you the Headless Horseman?” You stammered, feeling like your voice was coming from somewhere outside of your body.

He cocked the head in question, his voice was deep. “Do I look headless to you?”

“No,” you managed to whisper, licking your dry lips.

Eddie’s heart was racing.

He felt like in every dream, the two of you had to start all over, but this time—-your eyes were soft as you gazed up at him. Almost as if you found him…familiar.

You watched from a tuft of dead leaves on the ground with your knees pulled to your chest as Eddie dismounted.

He dropped the reins and took a few steps toward you. “Listen,” the man cleared his throat. “I’m supposed to chase you out to the meadow and scare you, but I don’t really want to.”

“Why don’t you want to?” You stared at him blankly.

Eddie kicked something invisible with his boot, rolling his tongue between his lips. After a beat, he squinted and dipped his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t remember me?”

This was starting to feel surreal. Did you live in the town nearby, or was this a dream? This couldn’t be a dream—-he was standing right in front of you. You could feel the air moving in your chest.

You furrowed your brow and tried to think, but then shook your head, disappointed that you could not place him.

With dramatic flourish, the man threw his hands to his chest as if he’d been shot and fell to the ground, catching himself in a push-up position before rolling onto his back in front of you and flopping there. Orange leaves fluttered against him like lifeless butterflies.

You snorted a confused laugh and looked on, amused, searching his dark eyes as he got on his side and propped his head up on his hand.

“Wait,” you bit your lip. The memory of him was like a pinprick of light at the end of a long tunnel, but you reached out through your brain as hard as you could for it while Eddie held his breath.

You lowered your gaze to the ground for a second and then returned your attention to him, about to let something out of your mouth that didn’t make any sense. “Something to do with a ferris wheel?”

Eddie sat up and clapped, giving a fist pump of excitement. “Yes! Ferris wheel!” He got to his knees and craned his neck to get his head closer to you.

He was so close to you now, it wouldn’t take much effort to lean forward and kiss him; you had this deep swell of confidence that the two of you had kissed before.

His rich chocolate eyes were in quite a bit of contrast to his chalk white skin, and his plump lips were pale too; a tiny blush of pink against flesh that refused to warm. His dark hair was almost black and it matched the thick stitches that clamped down over the gash that seemed to go all around his neck.

Eddie released a heavy breath and took your hand.

“I want to tell you everything,” he said.

You squeezed his hand back, silently asking him to continue.

There, on a blanket of leaves, under the unblinking, watchful eye of the moon, Eddie told you that he was from another dimension, a place where they created nightmares for dreams. After a moment of hesitation, while he broke a dry leaf apart with his fingers, he raised his gaze to yours tentatively and admitted that he’d developed a crush on you the first night he saw you.

Nothing about this seemed strange to you, in fact, he might as well have been telling you that he worked for Foot Locker at the mall and was asking you out for a soda. All perfectly normal stuff.

A gust of wind brushed back his hair, and a murder of crows took flight.

“It wasn’t just the way you looked; you know. Even though you are beautiful, don’t get me wrong. Very, very beautiful, but it was…” he drifted off, a smile breaking his laugh. “...the little people you made out of potatoes that sat on your desk, and the heavily worn paperbacks by your bed, and the way you slept with every body part under the covers except for your feet.”

You dipped your head shyly, self-conscious that he’d seen you in such a vulnerable state—but you were not at all horrified like you would be if a guy in your world told you he’d been standing over your bed while you slept. Your reaction was that of someone who was familiar with Eddie and not at all bothered by the information he was admitting.

Things feel so different in dreams.

He hesitated, trying to get a read on your expression. “Is this too much? Am I saying too much?”

“I..” your thought trailed off as you looked around at the dark shadows that loomed in the clearing. “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming right now?”

Eddie brought his knee up and circled his elbow around it. He had picked the leaf in his hand clean, down to the vein, and turned the delicate piece over in his fingers. “This is all we have, for now,” he said softly.

In the distance, a dark rumble of laughter—a menacing cackle—broke the cricket song of nature’s silence and all the birds scattered.

You turned to Eddie with wide eyes. “W-what was that?”

“Crap,” Eddie lowered his lids for a long breath. “I can’t believe it’s time already.”

“Time? Time for what?” You mimicked his movements as he stood and dusted himself off.

The evil laughter continued to bellow as horse hooves pounded in the distance. Through a break in the trees, you could see something or someone thundering along on horseback.

“Quick, take my hand!” Eddie shouted to get your attention. He was already up high on the horse, but the ice grip of fear made you freeze. You caught his hand and stepped into the stirrup, swinging your leg over the saddle behind him at his instruction.

“Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight,” he shouted over his shoulder as the horse took a few steps, bobbing its head, eager to get a move on.

You did as you were told, pinning your cheek to the tight back muscles that were flexing under his coat.

Delilah, the horse, was fast and strong and she took off like a shot at Eddie’s command. “Just don’t look back!” Eddie told you as the wind blew his hair back into your face; it smelled like honeysuckle and campfire.

Eddie crouched down a bit as he spurred her on, and you kept your body glued to his, your tailbone hitting the back of the saddle.

Faster…faster….

Delilah bounded into the air to avoid a huge tree that had fallen, and you squeezed your eyes shut for what felt like forever until her hooves met the ground again and you were bouncing behind Eddie to the beat of her strides.

That was when you made the mistake of looking behind you.

Not too far back and gaining at paranormal speed, was an actual headless man atop a mean-looking horse that was even bigger than Delilah. He wore a long, dark cape that flew out behind him, and he was barreling down on the three of you with a knife in his hand; the blade was long and curved and the steel glinted in the moonlight.

You gulped, knowing instinctively that it was your head he wanted.

“He’s gaining on us!” You screamed into the wind.

“I told you not to look back!” Eddie responded just as Deliah caught air over a fence and landed in a wide open meadow.

“Who is it? What do they want?”

“It’s another headless horseman,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, squinting into the velocity of the escape. "And he wants you."

“There’s more than one??” you took the chance to peek over your shoulder again, only to see that the headless man in question was gaining on you. “Why do you have a head and he doesn’t?” you yelled as Eddie kicked his heels and urged Delilah on.

“I sewed my head back on just for you, baby.”

Eddie coaxed Delilah in a sharp right, bolting across the other side of the field. Straight ahead in the distance was an old, covered bridge, and Eddie was telling Delilah to beeline right for it.

“Once we get you across that bridge, he can’t touch you,” Eddie said.

“But what about you?” Your voice cracked as the words left your mouth.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll find you again.”

The other Headless Horseman was right behind you now. He cackled loud and brandished the knife high in the air to let you see that he was serious, and it glinted in the moonlight.

You never doubted for a second that he would use it.

“How is he laughing without a head?” You chanced to ask.

“Oh, he has a head,” Eddie shouted. “It’s just not on him right now.”

Perfect sense, all of it.

You were so close to the bridge…so close

But then the other horseman was coming up beside you—

He sliced his blade through the air, missing you both by a hair.

Eddie threw him a dirty look. “What the hell, man?”

More evil laughter.

The blade came down again, this time, it would’ve clipped your arm if Eddie hadn’t made Delilah swerve in the other direction.

Now, you were headed away from the bridge.

“New plan!” Eddie yelled.

“Yeah what’s that?” The last word that came out of your mouth was a scream as you saw that the other Headless Horseman was suddenly blocking your path, swinging his arm back, ready to chop Eddie’s head off.

Eddie cursed and Delilah reared up on her back legs as if to protect the both of you with her hooves.

You let out a high pitched wail that pierced the night as you and Eddie toppled from the horse.

You landed in your bed.

Eddie landed in the alfalfa meadow.

Your mouth was dry when your eyes flew open to reveal the calm, familiar bedroom setting, while your hands made tight fists in the sheets.

It had only been a dream…but how could you still smell the campfire wood of his hair?

You’d never bolted from bed as fast as you did in that moment, scrambling for your pen and journal on the nightstand as you propped yourself up against the headboard. The tip of your tongue darted over your top lip as you concentrated, writing down everything you could remember from the dream…things he said…the way it felt…

That morning, you drew your very first sketch of him, too. It was rough, but you got the shape of his mouth correct and his hair, you even put in the details of the thick stitching around his neck that held his head on.

A couple nights went by before you saw him again, and when you did, it would be groundbreaking, because you would remember him for the first time.

Back in the dream, Delilah resumed a small trot before pausing to snack on some of the grasses. There was no more tension in the air, no more work to be done, now she could take a break.

On the ground, Eddie rolled onto his back with his arms out and groaned. The clouds gathered in the shape of a hand and cupped the moon in the dark blue sky.

The other headless horseman was snickering as he dismounted and sheathed his weapon at his side, slapping his leg with the flat of his hand for emphasis on how hilarious it had been.

“Smooth moves, Munson,” Headless Horseman Steve chuckled, his shoulders bouncing. “I only meant to scare you back in the forest, not start a hot pursuit.”

Still on his back, unwilling to move, Eddie grumbled, “I should’ve never vouched for you when you came looking for a job, Harrington.”

When Steve finally found the willpower to swallow his amusement, Eddie sat up, patting his arms to release puffs of dirt from the fall. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you space out during safety training or what?”

Headless Steve stepped over to offer Eddie his gloved hand to help him up, but Eddie knocked his arm away and stood on his own.

“Why are you so salty?” Steve's head had been tucked under his cape this whole time, but he procured it now, cradling it in the crook of his arm. “You used to get a kick out of fucking with them.”

“Yeah, well, not anymore,” Eddie mumbled as he picked a piece of grass out of his hair. He turned his back on Steve and strode over to Delilah.

“You want to go back to the factory together?” Steve called out to him. “Maybe get a drink after?”

Eddie just shook his head before he got up into the saddle and kicked his leg over. “I’ll catch you later, Harrington. I need a minute,” and then he clicked his tongue and Delilah moved toward the bridge, to the portal that would take him back to the dream simulator.

“Sure, man, okay,” Steve said weakly, his mouth moving on the head he had under his arm. “Good talk.”

Eddie released a heavy sigh as he bobbed up and down to the sway of Delilah’s stride. He felt like he really got through to you this time, and he wasn’t about to give up. Even if he had used up all of his chances to appear as himself to you, he’d find a way.

A big Sasquatch named Saul had ventured out of the woods to see what was going on, and now he stood next to Steve, watching Eddie go.

“What’s the matter with him?” Saul asked, his enormous body towering above his coworker. He was covered head to toe with brownish-red hair or fur, so much so that the only way you knew he had eyes was due to the fact that the hair on his face moved when he blinked.

“Beats me,” Steve scoffed. He was a little hurt that Eddie hadn’t responded the way he’d expected. It’s almost as if he…cared about the person who was having the dream? But that was silly. Nightmare workers weren’t allowed to have any connection with their clients.

Steve collected his horse’s reins in his free hand. “You feel like a beer?” He asked Saul.

“I am thirsty,” Saul responded, twisting to crack his back. “Just need to let a few more people get a glimpse at me through the trees, and then I can’t meet you back at the lockers.”

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Thank you for reading 🧡

#eddie munson #the nightmare factory #nightmare!eddie #eddie munson fic #eddie munson series #spooky season fic #headlessHorseman!eddie #headless horseman

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haggamennon · 1 year

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♤"I love everything you do"♡

My first headcanon, I hope you guys like it. (Editing cuz I forgot some things... sorry😭)

When He first gave you a nickname:

(Legoshi x GN!READER)

TW: Too much cuteness for single people...

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Just a silly shy wolf having difficulties picking a cute name for you ❤️

He would struggle to even give you a nickname.

Some cute nickname he would give to you would be: Darling, Babe and Little Bug.

Some nicknames you would give him would be: Wolfy, Big Boy, Big Spider and Good Boy(he always feels special with this one)

The first time He called you by a nickname He started freaking out, because your face started becoming all red and you couldn't say anything...

When you called him by the nickname, he didn't hear it... but when you held his face in your hands and told him the cute nickname you gave for him. He pretended he didn't care much... let's just say his tail showed his true feelings.

When you first called him by a nickname:

You two were in your bedroom, cuddling during a cold day. Since it was Saturday, you took him to your home for the weekend.

You got up to go use the bathroom and get something for both of you eat...

"[Nameeeeeee].... (yawn) where are you going?" He says with a tired and sleepy tone of voice.

"Just going to the bathroom and get some snacks for us, don't worry, Wolfy, I'll be right back." You say to him with a calm and sleepy tone.

When you finish doing your business, you come back and find him sitting like this on the bed

He spent more than 10 minutes thinking about what you had just called him.

"wolfy...(yawn)I like it...." He basically loved the nickname, but his sleepy brain reacting to the nickname is what made you have to hold your heart so it wouldn't jump out of your chest.

You put the snacks on the desk near your bed, you pretend you didn't hear him mumbling the nickname. You lay down next to him and you hide your face in his shirt. You can hear his tail wagging and hitting the bed, he hugs you and put his head above yours.

"... I.... I like it, [Name]...." He mumbles.

"H-huh?..." You ask him. "W-what exactly...?" You can feel him kissing your forehead.

"The nickname, Babe..., I loved it..." He says while snuggling on your neck.

Wait, did he just... called you 'Babe'?

You feel your face get all red and you hug his big chest. "I'm... glad that you liked it...." you tell him while starting to fall asleep.

"I love everything you do, My Little Bug..." He tells to your sleep form, before kissing your forehead again and falling asleep while embracing you.

That's all for now, thanks for reading it!

Byeee!👋

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rai-chuuuu · 2 months

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Hey can i get a nct127 headcanon

They dating a latina reader? Thanks🩷 if you want to do it in spanish or English it’s fine

╰┈➤ nct (127) dating a latina !

dating a latina + extra facts (0.8k words)

pairing ; every member x fem latina!reader

warnings ; fluff , silly stuff , pet names (theyre from doyoung and jaehyun) ,

Taeyong - At first, he was scared to meet your parents, but they absolutely love him. He’s a bit shy, but that doesn’t stop Taeyong from helping out with your family. Whenever you visit your family, it’s either your mom or an aunt giving you a plate full of food and saying, “Oyes, esto es para tu novio. (Hey, this is for your boyfriend.)” Taeyong makes an effort to learn Spanish to the best of his ability. Maybe it isn’t the best, but he has a good understanding of it.

Extra: His favorite dish would be fresas con crema.

Taeil - One thing about Taeil is that he doesn’t play around when it comes to Sundays. Sometimes he’s up before you, singing his heart out to Selena or Luis Miguel. He would absolutely love the two singers. On a nice Saturday, he’ll ask your dad or an uncle to start grilling. The whole time he’s either with you or grilling with your tios, taking a few sips of a Modelo or Corona offered to him. Taeil absolutely devours carne asada with a semi-burnt tortilla.

Extra: A nickname he would have is “Bebé” because of his baby-like skin.

Johnny - You know when you have a crush on a sibling or cousin's partner? That’s the case for one of the teenagers in the family. It’s because of how charismatic Johnny is. Other than that, your tias love him and talk about all kinds of family chisme. Whenever he’s asked to put tortillas on the comal, he always manages to miss a tortilla or grab it when it’s too hot. He calls you his “beautiful Latina queen.”

Extra: Johnny probably loves your mom's food more than yours. You can’t even blame him for that.

Yuta - The little kids love hanging out with him! Whenever he’s over, you can always find Yuta playing soccer or messing around with the dogs. If you go to a family gathering without him, the kids ask where he is. Sometimes he’ll try to give the dog some tortilla, but he isn’t sneaky with it. Yuta’s favorite holiday is Christmas, especially with your family. Most of the time, he gets more gifts than the kids because everyone loves him. You’ll get a present or two, but he goes home with the best stuff ever!

Extra: Yuta sleeps with a wolf blanket.

Doyoung - Everyone loves Doyoung. He’s amazing at Spanish, can get along with every age group, and has such a nice charm. He abandons you for your tias. Whenever you try to talk to Doyoung, he’s in the middle of chismeando or is helping someone cook. When you two are talking with the señoras, it’s a conversation that lasts forever. That’s why you guys leave so late. He calls you things like “mi vida” or "cariño,” and it’s so heartwarming when it happens because he really does love you.

Extra: Your family might love him more than you.

Jaehyun - Unlike Doyoung, your family abandons their activities for him. They all swarm around Jaehyun and ask him all kinds of questions, as if they’ve never seen a man. They always ask him such weird things, like if he’s an alien or something. Also, unlike Doyoung, whenever he calls you “mi amor” or “mi reina," it’s honestly terrible because he’s not saying it in the accent, but it’s okay because it’s Jaehyun. He tries, and that’s what really matters. Honestly, he’d be a perfect vaquero boyfriend.

Extra: He once got on a horse but got flung off not long after.

Jungwoo - He loves hanging out with the guys in the family. Once Jungwoo is with them, expect him to not leave until it's too late. He always finds a way to impress your tios, whether it’s speaking Korean, Chinese (Mandarin, I believe), or even the little bit of Spanish he’s picked up. On game days, Jungwoo’s watching the game and might’ve bet some money as well. Whenever a holiday pops up, everyone already knows to serve bigger portions for him due to his appetite. He gets spoiled.

Extra: His grito is really good. Impressive, even.

Mark - The adults love him, but the children have a burning hatred for him. He’s getting showered with affection while not understanding what they’re saying at all, but he’s always getting stared down by the kids. The reason was because Mark took all the piñata candy. He doesn’t play around when it comes to piñatas. Mark also shows people his music and convinces them to stream it, but that doesn’t work.

Extra: When he’s traveling with you to a Latin country, he gets scammed by street vendors.

Haechan - Sometimes you can’t tell if your family is yours or Hyucks. They adore him and spoil him rotten. You get to eat a single plate? Your moms already gave Haechan three. It’s sick and twisted. He’s a prank puller, but everyone still loves him. Other than that, he’s a real family guy. Haechan loves being with you and your family, even if there’s a slight language barrier.

Extra: Once planted, place baby Jesus in your rosca slice to avoid making tamales himself.

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lavenderbuckyy · 6 months

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🍁🍂 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 🐾🦇

𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Bucky Barnes is an average guy. He likes cosy nights in, cheesy rom-coms... Oh, and obsessively researching the supernatural.

With the paranormal season fast approaching, paranoia is at an all-time high. Bucky is determined to keep his boyfriend, Steve, safe.

Too bad he doesn't know that Steve's a werewolf himself — and his wolf form is a tiny, fluffy Pomeranian...

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this story features a very silly bucky, autumnal vibes, a strange web forum and a lot of fluff and humour 🍂🫖🐾 me and @storywriter8 have put so much love into it, so please do check it out this saturday!! 🥰

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mayhem-neverending · 7 months

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The Big Bad Wolf

Part V

Word count: 3,854

Warnings: some language, name calling

Note: Please Read.

This chapter is more for the development of Y/n as a character and focuses more on her other relationships so that you can get to know her better. There's going to be another part to continue this, posted either tonight or tomorrow, but that part will include Obito rather than just discussion about him.

Your weekend started with doing the chores you had neglected during the week in between bouts of entertaining your son. Early Saturday evening you were whipping up dinner while he ran around with a wooden toy kunai and a handful of squashed grapes. You were getting ready to tell him to throw the grapes away when a loud knock sounded at your door.

Puzzled, you turned your stove on low and went to answer. In front of your door, slouching and with his hands tucked in his pockets, was one Kakashi Hatake. He pulled a hand from his pocket and gave a short wave. “Yo,”

“Uh, hi..” You looked behind him as if expecting other people to pop out of the woodwork.

Your son, curious by nature, ran up behind you to get a peek. He poked his little head out from behind your leg and stared up at Kakashi. He waved at the little boy, who tucked his face behind your leg.

“I’m sorry, what’s his name again?”

“Hikaru,”

He poked his little head back out at the sound of his name, his hand holding the grapes further squashing them into your leg. He pointed his toy kunai at Kakashi and looked up at you. You ruffled a hand through his hair.

“He’s okay, buddy,”

You pulled him into your arms and stepped aside to let Kakashi in. You shut the door behind him, and caught him observing your home with his keen eyes. He took his shoes off while you moved around him, placing your son back down. He hurtled out of your arms like he had been a caged animal, dropping the grapes and running off to where his toys resided in the living room.

“Quite the handful, huh?” Kakashi flicked his amused eyes to yours.

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world,” You picked up the grapes.

“So, how have you been?” He asked.

“Not too bad; currently curious as to why you’re here,”

“Straight to the point, I see,”

You raised a brow, amused. “I’m not one to dawdle,”

HIs eyes crinkled in a smile. “Of course not,”

He didn’t say anything beyond that, just stood there by your door, watching you with twinkling eyes. You waited a moment, but when he just looked around to take a second look at his surroundings, you huffed. You motioned for him to follow you and threw the grapes away before taking your place by the stove, him slowly trailing behind you. He took up residence at the counter near you, lounging against it and tilting his head to look at you as if he had done it a hundred times.

"So," you prodded.

"So," he repeated cheerily.

You sighed through your nose. "Are you here for any particular reason?"

"Or have you decided to invite yourself for dinner?

“Maa, can’t a man do both?”

He looked terribly relaxed leaning heavily against the counter with his arms crossed. You looked at him sharply for not answering your question, and he finally relented. “The plan is for us to go shopping,”

You stared blankly for a moment before your brain caught up. “For Obito,”

He nodded his confirmation. “And I haven’t eaten all day, and this smells awfully good,”

Hikaru came bounding around the corner straight towards you, to which you automatically bent down to scoop him up. Upon noticing Kakashi’s eyes on him, he tucked his face away into your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to the top of his head and frowned.

“He ususally doesn’t have a problem with new people,”

“I’m sure he’ll come around.” He waved a dismissive hand.

You went back to stirring and adding cheese to your pot, your son stealing glances at Kakashi over your shoulder. You could tell because he ducked his head back down every time he was caught. You smiled at his silliness.

Turning the heating ingredient off, you instructed Kakashi to take three terracotta colored bowls out and filled them with your prepared chicken, noodles, and sauce. You took the forks out and the three of you sat at your round table. Hikaru was to your left, and Kakashi to your right.

You dug in, and were pleased that it was just as good as always. Your son ate noodles out of his hand, as always the one with the most proper table ettiquite. Kakashi made a noise and you glanced over at him.

“What is this?”

“Chicken Alfredo,” you replied slowly, unsure of his reaction.

“One of your western foods?”

You nodded, having taken another bite. He gave a slight shake of his head and pointed to his plate. “Are you cooking like this for Obito?”

Again, you nodded. “I should have hired you to be my caretaker instead,”

You laughed at how earnest he sounded. “I’m glad you like it.”

After a moment of silence while he at at a concerning speed, you added, “I can bring by some of what I make for Obito after work, if you really aren’t eating. I ususally end up cooking enough to feed a family.. an old habit I haven’t quite kicked,”

“If it isn’t too much to ask,”

“Sure,”

He cleared his bowl with speed, and did not deny you when you offered to refill it. He stretched his arms over his head and sighed lowly. Your son watched him carefully from his seat - as carefully as a toddler could with a noodle plastered to their forehead. You really couldn’t pinpoint what his issue with the man was. Never had he acted wary of essentially anyone after being around them for more than half an hour.

Kakashi thanked you for his second helping. You went back to the kitchen to wet a washcloth and cleaned off Hikaru's face while he adamantly refused your help. While you were struggling to get the last bits off his cheek, a phone started ringing.

Kakashi pulled his phone from one of his many pants pockets and answered without excusing himself from the table. He answered by stating, "Guy,"

You smiled to yourself. It had been a long while since you had seen or spoken to Might Guy. You wondered if he would remember you given you would meet again. You glanced at Kakashi as you heard loud, unintelligible talking from the other end. He mouthed 'sorry' at you.

“Maybe later,”

There was a pause. “Guy- I’ll let you - yes, I’ll let you know,”

Another brief pause, and you saw Kakashi’s ears tint red. He cleared his throat. “Goodbye,”

He sighed through his nose while running his fingers through his already messy white hair. Your interest was piqued, but you elected to keep any questions to yourself. He again apologized for the interruption and went back to eating, slower this time than the first.

You brought your and Hikaru’s bowls to the sink and carried him to his room to get changed into unsoiled clothes. Kakashi was just finishing washing his dishes as you were coming back out.

“Ready?” You asked.

He nodded and the three of you were on your way.

To start, you visited a shop that sold all things fabrics, including bedding and towels. Hikaru, always the little helper, unfolded any displayed fabric he could reach and handed it to you with a sweet smile. You would then hand it to Kakashi who would put it away for you.

You settled on a deep blue set and a forest green one, and a set of matching green towels that were on sale. At check-out, the clerk couldn’t keep their wide eyes from darting back and forth between you and him. They even looked shocked when he pulled out his wallet to pay for everything.

After that interaction, you noticed that they weren’t the only person to give you odd looks. You pointed it out to Kakashi while you were deciding between two sets of tupperware containers.

“There’ll probably be wild rumors circulating by the time I go back to work on Monday,” he shrugged, but his eyes held a mischievous glint.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculousness of people. Jokingly, you commented, “I’m sure the people will be thrilled about your secret wife and son,”

He raised a teasing brow. “Do you think? I thought the ladies preferred the ‘lone wolf’ thing I’ve been working on,”

You snorted. “I guess it depends who you ask,”

“I’m asking you,” he replied with a grin.

You picked up the tupperware you had decided on and placed it in the back of the cart with your son. You gestured at Hikaru and placed a hand on your hip.

“Family man, obviously. Liking kids is a prerequisite for anyone I date in the future, if I ever decide to again. But, on the other hand, I know plenty of kunoichi who like your loner vibe,”

“Oh?” he prodded as you pushed your cart forward.

You smirked and nodded, not giving him the satisfaction of continuing. You turned to another aisle for pots and pans and left Kakashi with the cart so you could pick out a few of the cheaper ones that were still decent quality.

“Hey, do you have any suggestions for food Obito likes?”

Kakashi looked at you blankly, seeming to have forgotten the entire reason you were shopping together. “I would say… sweet things?”

You filed that away for later so that the rush of dessert ideas wouldn’t distract you and cause you to buy things he didn’t need. You were trying to be selective so as to not waste Kakashi’s money. He hadn’t actually given you a budget for the trip and it made you more anxious to not know your parameters.

“That’s good to know, but I meant more like, actual food?”

Guilt appeared in his dark eyes. “I-I don’t really know. He liked dango and lollipops when we were kids, but…”

He looked at you apologetically. You pat the back of his arm in understanding. While putting a pot in the cart you couldn’t help but let a little jab slip to lighten the mood.

“You were a prick as a kid, so I shouldn’t have expected you to know,” you sniggered.

He chuckled. “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you have to say it,”

You sighed playfully and shook your head. “Advice your younger self would have benefitted from,”

He gasped and put a hand on his chest. “You’re mean,”

You shrugged, grinning brightly at him. His eyes were nearly closed with how wide he was smiling. Suddenly, a voice called out to Kakashi. You both turned to see Genma Shiranui lightly jogging up to you two. He was in civilian clothes, a red bandana keeping his hair back.

His eyes had been on Kakashi, but he came to a full stop upon seeing you. He looked like he had seen a ghost, which you couldn’t blame him for. It had been over three years since the last time you had spoken to him. The two of you were close friends and used to train together, before your son’s father, Toma, came into the picture with his overly jealous nature.

He looked between you and Kakashi, finally spotted Hikaru, who was partially hidden behind you, and then between the two of you before settling on your face. You smiled shyly and did a little awkward wave.

“Long time no see,”

He stared at you a moment longer while Kakashi observed the interaction with interest. He hadn’t been aware the two of you knew each other. You were a few years younger than him and all of his friends, after all.

“Y/n,” he breathed.

He shook his head slightly, coming back to himself and replacing his shock with a thousand-watt smile. He took the last few steps towards you and pulled you up into a bone-crushing hug.

“Genma! You’re gonna squeeze the life outta me,”

You giggled as he twirled you around once before setting you down. He kept his hands on your arms and inspected you.

“Where the hell have you been? When did you come back to the village?!” he exclaimed.

You blushed at his intensity and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Where you had been was a long, complicated story. Why you hadn’t been in contact with your old friends was a result of it.

“Oh, you know, I was busy with -” you used your thumb to gesture at your son behind you, who was standing in the cart watching you.

Genma let go of you and took a look at your toddler. He smiled at the little boy and you told him to say “hello”. He followed instructions with a little smile. Genma “awwwed” at him. You pulled him from the cart and into your arms.

"I won't lie, that's one cute fucking kid," he grinned.

"Well duh, he's mine,"

“Yeah, that dickhead’s his father though,” he said bitterly.

You sighed through your nose. Defeatedly, you just said, “Yeah,”

“Are you guys still together?” His tone remained bitter, though you could tell he tried to reel it in.

You smiled excitedly. “Fuck no! I can’t tell you how happy I am to be free of him,”

Genma seemed beyond relieved, and released a breath he had been holding in while awaiting your response. “Good riddance! I hate that guy,”

“I know,” you laughed.

“Me too,”

You just looked at each other for a few moments while your good memories with him flooded back to you. You were interrupted by the clearing of a throat as Kakashi stepped into the bubble the two of you had created.

“Oh,” Genma said, looking away from you.

He shoved a hand into his pocket. “You’re coming to our hangout tonight, right?”

Kakashi’s eyes flashed to you and back to Genma. “Well.. I don’t know, I’m a little busy,”

Genma cast a suspicious glance between the two of you, and settled it on Kakashi. You made a noise that drew their attention back to you. “We can cut this short, don’t let me hold you back from your friends,”

You placed your son back in the cart, when Genma looked at you like he had some sort of epiphany. “Actually, you should come too! It’s at my place and it’ll be a lot of fun,”

You frowned. “I wasn’t invited, and besides, I have Hikaru,”

Genma rolled his eyes. “I literally just invited you, and I’m sure you can find a babysitter,”

You thought for a moment, before slowly pulling your phone from the bag that hung on your shoulder. You unlocked it and held your finger up to Genma as you put it up to your ear for a call.

It would be a lot of fun to go to a little party, even if you didn’t really know who would be there. You hadn’t gone out more than a handful of times since you had gotten pregnant, almost all of which had been after the breakup. You deserved a night out, right?

“Hello?” Toma answered on the other end.

“Hello,” you replied in a clipped tone; never speaking to him in anything other than your business voice these days.

“What do you want?”

“Would you like to have your son tonight?”

He sighed on the other end, and you felt a pinch of frustration. “Why?”

“I have some business to attend to,” you replied seamlessly.

He scoffed into the receiver. “On a Saturday night? What business could you possibly have?”

You glared at nothing in particular, your eyes avoiding the two men in front of you. You readjusted Hikaru on your hip. “The Hokage has requested me,”

You smiled at Genma and Kakashi. Genma stifled a laugh while Kakashi looked out of place, his ears tinted pink. Your smile somewhat reassured him, though his ears didn't lose their color.

Toma laughed sharply from the other end. “You’re so full of shit. Why would the Hokage want to see you? If you want to go be a whore, ask someone else to watch him,”

Your expression soured. “How about this, I’ll bring him with me when I drop Hikaru off,”

“Whatever, if he’s not there I’m not taking him so you can whore yourself out,”

In a customer service tone, you replied, “Great, we’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“They way you talked to him kinda freaked me out,” Genma said the second you put your phone down.

You shrugged. “If I’m reasonable with him he stops acting like a dick and thinks he has a chance to get back with me,”

He responded with a look of disgust. “Did I ever tell you I hate him?”

“It is what it is,”

You turned to Kakashi. “I’m really sorry to waste your time, but I need you to come with me to drop him off,”

He shrugged. “You aren’t wasting my time. Should we get going?”

You nodded. You smiled at Genma, “I guess I’ll see you later,”

He came in for another hug but your son put his little hand out and said, “No!”

Genma put his hands out in front of him, a laugh escaping him. “Sorry bud,”

You pressed a kiss to your son’s forehead. Always protective of his mom. “I’ll see you later,”

He turned to Kakashi, shooting him a look that was returned with one of warning. “I’ll let Guy know you’ll be there,”

The three of you checked out and dropped everything off at your apartment, where you picked up Hikaru’s diaper bag. Toma lived across the village so you spent a good half an hour traveling there.

You knocked loudly on the door of the small house Toma shared with his mother. Kakashi stood behind you with his arms across his chest.

The door opened a moment later to a Toma, who was sneering at you before it was even fully opened. It completely dropped into a look of shock when he saw Kakashi glaring coldly at him from over your shoulder. Kakashi stepped closer to you and Toma stepped back.

“What the fuck?” He growled.

You looked at him innocently. “What? You told me to bring him,”

He clenched his jaw and grit his teeth, thinking better than to lash out at you in front of the Hokage. He held out his hand and you slipped the diaper bag off your back to hand it to him. You let Hikaru down who went and hugged his father’s legs.

Toma turned his attention to his son, his glare disappearing for a moment while he said hello and took him into his arms. But it returned the second he looked back at you. You noticed that he chose not to look at Kakashi at all.

You smiled sweetly at your son. “Bye sweetie, Mommy loves you!” You blew him a kiss and he returned the gesture.

You turned around and walked away without saying anything to Toma. You could feel him glaring daggers in your back as Kakashi fell into step beside you.

He sat on your couch while you got changed into something nicer than your cleaning clothes that you had been in all day. You had told him he could go home and that you were fine to meet him at Genma’s, but he chose to ignore you. He didn’t give an excuse, he just straight up ignored you and followed you in. He sat silently the whole time, lost in his own world.

When you were finished changing and the two of you were heading out the door, he asked, “How do you like working with Obito?”

So that’s what you were brooding on the couch about.

You considered him before responding. “I like it enough. I think.. I think that he needs someone there with him,”

Kakashi ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, me too,”

“I would visit more often, but I’m always so far behind on work, and then I forget,”

You nodded sympathetically. He continued, “I’m glad you took the job. Obito is… complicated, but what he really needs is care.”

You gave him your full attention as you walked ahead in the dimming light. The streetlamps were sure to be turned on before you arrived.

“He’s been given a bad hand in life. Started as an orphan, struggled academically when we were in the academy, and fell in love with our teammate who only loved him as a friend.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You questioned during a pause, genuinely curious.

He ran a hand again through his already messy hair. He sighed through his nose. “It’s just... important to me that you understand where he’s coming from.”

You remained quiet so he carried on. “Everyone thought he was dead, after the battle of Kannabi Bridge, and I mourned him every single day. He’s one of the biggest reasons I changed for the better.”

He inhaled deeply. “But he wasn’t. He was captured by Madara, and Madara used his Uchiha blood against him. You see, the Uchiha’s love deeper than should be possible, and Obito was that way, even after being the underdog his whole life.”

He kicked a rock as he walked, pausing his speech for a moment. “So, Madara orchestrated the whole.. event that killed Rin, and made him watch. His love for this world turned to brutal hatred.”

He huffed what sounded like a half hearted laugh. “But here’s the thing - with the Eye of the Moon plan, he was still trying to save the world, in his own twisted way,”

His expression was somber as your eyes connected. You both stopped in the street. “Obito desperately wants to be a good man. He deserves to have the happiness Madara stole from him; deserves to be the best man he can be.”

“I’m trying to give him that chance, but I’ve failed by leaving him alone... Again. I know I can’t ask you to be anything other than his caretaker, but please, please understand that he’s not a bad person.”

Your eyes watered at his plea. You could feel the love and anguish radiating off of him as his chakra signature came into contact and mingled with yours. You searched his dark eyes.

“Why me?” you asked softly.

He didn’t miss a beat. “You’re a good person, and I trust you,”

You were taken aback by his admission. Sure, the two of you had spent some time together on missions - mostly when you were sent as back-up to save him, or when you had accompanied him and his genin on missions, but you weren’t close. You considered him somewhat of a friend back then, in the way someone is more than an acquaintance but you wouldn’t go out of your way to see.

“But-”

He interrupted you, his expression earnest. “The fact that you denied the promotion to jounin time and time again to keep yourself from killing as much as you could says a lot about you, Y/n,”

You opened your mouth but no words came out. The streetlamps flickered to life, reflecting in his eyes and illuminating his wild hair. You stared in silence, your heart thumping at his words. At some point, the two of you started walking again, and you reached your destination with your mind spinning.

Part VI

#x y/n #obito x you #kakashi hatake #Obito #Kakashi #genma shiranui #au #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #Naruto #Naruto x reader

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 4 months

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Reflections and a Movie Night Dare (Snow Owl AU)

If one can recall on this blog, I had recently posted a fic based on my Snow Owl AU (Mary Grayson Alive and a Crime Fighter) called ‘Memories, Held Back Feelings, and a Vow’; well, the following is a sort of alternate take on the same plot and premise presented there, only taken in a less dramatic fashion and tone. What happened was basically a friend and I looking over this story and deciding on taking a less fluffy and soft direction plant was written during a period I still grasping what was actually in character for Dick and Mary even under alternate circumstances so if it seems out of character for them, just a small heads up. So in a way, this is this story in a more unabridged version.

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The following and characters and concepts are owned by DC Comics, part of DC Entertainment, a subsidiary of Warner Bros Discovery

And now, on with the show…..

As nighttime produced a clear and starry night that draped over the city of Bludhaven, its two protectors had just barely wrapped up with patrol and stopped any plots and schemes from the superstitious cowardly lot that created chaos in the streets. With the tight and combined efforts, the streets were safe, their job and their vow to protect innocents in pursuit of justice had prevailed, at least for the night. Thankfully, the upcoming morning was a lazy Saturday so they can sleep in after such a wonderfully exhilarating night.

Both protectors, Mother and Son, reach the staircase right outside the master bedroom's window, landing with the most graceful of ease without making any clanking noise on said stars. As Mother and Son reel in their grapple lines into their respective escrima sticks, the younger one of them, clad in a red vest, a green scaly pair of pants, black domino cape with a solid yellow cape, with a yellow utility belt and green pixies boots; he takes out the key in said belt to unlock the window and allow them both in. It was long yet another success for the Dynamic Duo of Bludhaven, Snow Owl and Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Finally, the window locks click with a turn from Robin's key, indicating that they are now ready to open. As they do so and both crime fighters lightly begin stepping into the master bedroom, both Snow Owl and Robin slip off their respective boots before taking steps onto the bed right next to the window. Rather than stepping onto the beige carpeting in this bedroom right away, the Boy Wonder proceeds to extend his arms and playfully flop back first on said bed and goofily stick his tongue to the side of his mouth. This display of silliness earns a giggle from his mother as she steps onto the bed and closes the windows, making sure the extra locks are secured in place as per post patrol tradition.

She looks to her son, still laying on the bed with his tongue still to the side of his mouth, his eyes peacefully shut, and panting happily after such a long night of crime fighting and swinging from one rooftop to the other. That patrol wiped Robin out since he was intentionally badly playing dead.

Even more confirmed by him breathing out with an exhausted yet cheerful tone, “Golly, I think I died right now, Snow Owl.”

His mother snickers sweetly at that bold claim as she proceeds to sit on the bed cross legged, and stretch her arms behind her back, popping a few sore joints.

“Well, last time I checked, dead bodies usually don’t say out loud they’re dead, unless they’re zombies of course”, Snow Owl lightheartedly snarks as she then climbs off the bed and makes her way to both her dresser. From there, she takes out a light blue t shirt and black sweatpants, meant to change into them once she showers off the dried up sweat and even grime, they both got throughout this night. As she returns to her bedroom, she can see Robin just lying there on her bed in the same position as she left him in.

Robin peeks one open seeing Snow Owl with a clean laundry set in her arms, knowing he best do the same. He happily yet tiredly swings his legs off the bed, standing up on the carpeted floor and starts taking steps on his way to first his own bedroom for his own clothes to change into before heading for the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to make sure to get every single part washed up”, Snow Owl reminded her son while slipping off her domino mask and gloves, “you never know where any dirt or other stuff might be left on you...”

“Oh relax, Mom, I got it”, Robin says with confidence and a firm understanding. “Oh, I'll make sure not to take too long. We gotta make sure the water bill doesn’t go up too high in how much we pay for it, right?”

Snow Owl nods. She remembers their last bill having an additional zero then their usual ones. She gives her son a thumbs up. “You got that right; I’ll make sure not to take too long as well. Good thinking.”

With a simple thumbs up to his mother, Robin also takes off his own mask and continues on his way. However, as he does so, there’s something about him, Snow Owl notices. For a briefest of seconds there, she thought she was looking at…someone else. Snow Owl cannot help herself from feeling a sort of…. feeling. Her love for her son allows her to see something in him. She cannot help but see…. her husband, the boy’s father in that smile, that confidence he exudes, just this sort of, spirit present within him that reminds her of the man whose unfortunate tragedy those years ago molded the both of them into the crime fighters they are today.

She closes her unmasked blue eyes as a sort of burning sensation starts slowly igniting in them. A sudden heaviness weighs upon her ability to stand up. That ability very lightly starts slipping away and her breathing picks up. Grief, sorrow and loss. In trying to remember the good times and happy life she had with her husband, those emotions accompany them.

It’s a part of her that’s getting better every day but even after all this passed time, it’s still not easy to completely let go off. What does matter though are as such; in her and her son’s hearts and memories, her husband lives on, they both have brought in the criminals responsible for that loss to justice and above all else, they have each other. It’s those facts that help Snow Owl overcome her grief numerous times before as it does now. She takes a deep breath in clearing her thoughts. Those thoughts might come back another day but she’ll be a tad bit more prepared in dealing with them when the time comes. In the meantime, gently holding her domino mask in her hand and regaining her composure, Snow Owl fixes up her bed after the landing both Robin and her made on it and makes her way to the living room.

Once there, she takes note of the pillows, notebooks and pencils littered on the carpeted floor right in front of the couches. No doubt, her son was in the middle of homework duties before immediately jumping at the chance to join her on patrol. She cannot help but have a chuckle as she picks up the notebook and pencils, placing them on a nightstand next to said couches and the pillows back to where they go. In spite of being one smart cookie, her son was never really the biggest fan of doing homework. But hey, at least he knows better than flunk it completely, lest he face her wrath. As she prepares to take her seat on the couch, finally giving her legs a break from their use throughout the entire day…. that feeling suddenly comes back to her. Next thing she knows, as her back lays down on the softness and smooth surface of the leather couch cushions, her mind has painted something else entirely for her eyes to see.

As she opens them, Snow Owl’s see…him. But wait is that…her son?

It can’t be right, his jawline looks a bit too firm, and the pupils in his eyes are a dark shade of green, almost emerald.

“Mary? Dear?”

That baritone in his voice and that nickname.

Suddenly the memory in her memory begins to play. She’s not in full control of her past self. She’s at that moment not Snow Owl, defender and hero for the downtrodden of the city of Bludhaven. She was Mary Elizabeth Lloyd-Grayson, wife of John ‘The Flying’ Grayson and mother of her son Richard, you can call him ‘Dick’ for short. At the moment she’s not in the well-kept, simple and modern apartment within the smaller urban neighborhoods next to the gym she calls her job sight, she looks within her memories, finding herself at the small, thin steel made trailer, a bit more cramped in spacing but with also similar beige wall to wall carpeting. This wasn’t just a dream; this was her life.

She finally answers her husband who calls for her attention. “Yes John?”

John flashed a content smile as he heard his wife’s reply, “You know that I love ya, don’t ya?”

She nods with a peaceful and all too real smile on face. She doesn't even have to say a single word to let him know. John then leans to press a small yet all too loving kiss on his wife’s cheek.

“Well, it’s always good just to double check,” John says as he lifts himself off his seat and offers a hand for his wife to help her off her own like the gentleman he can be. She takes it and right on cue, both of them hear a familiar small voice call out from the entrance to the front door.

“Hey, guys! C’mon, we’re gonna be late for practice!”

Both parents chuckle at their seven-year old’s impatience since he was so excited to show them his newest tricks on the ropes. She cannot but smile upon seeing her little boy bounce on his two legs right in front of the trailer door with a pouty look on his face. His father proceeds to lay a firm hand on his jet-black hair and slightly ruffle his fingers across it.

“All right, Little Man. We’ll be on the way”, John tells his boy with a firm smile. With her son excitedly leading the way and her husband by her side, she reaches for the handle of the door, turns it, and slowly opens the door, stepping out into the bright day ahead of them.

“Hey, Mom?”

A voice that belonged to her son but now very slightly older sounding snaps Snow Owl out of her memory. Her unmasked blue eyes open to see another smaller pair of blue eyes that belonged to her partner, her son. Instead of Robin the Boy Wonder, he was now Dick Grayson, clad in a blue cotton T shirt with an all too familiar red and yellow S shield that symbolizes Metropolis’ own resident hero, black sweatpants not dissimilar from his mother’s, his feet bare and digging into the carpeting and in his hands his Robin outfit as he was taking the red, green and yellow modified acrobat suit to the laundry machine.

Upon bringing her senses back to the present, Snow Owl stands back up, remembering about her own clothes back at her bedroom and gives her a small smile.

“Sorry about that”, she says as she makes her way to said bedroom, “just was...,” she had to stop herself since usually, whether it was good memories or bad ones, any reminder of the life she had with John before it got so cruelly taken away always was a bit of a sore spot for her soul. She couldn’t bear having her son see it if she could help it. He doesn’t need to see his mother in grief, he already has enough on his plate, especially his own reminders about the father he lost. Before even a sign of impending tears can make their way to her eyes, Snow Owl takes a deep yet quiet breath so that her curious son wouldn’t hopefully notice and collects herself before continuing on her way to her bedroom...

“Were you thinking about Dad”, Dick asks just as Snow Owl reaches the hallway. She turns around with a surprised look on her face to see Dick’s own, which had a mix of curiosity but also...shame and guilt.

Unable to withhold her answer, Snow Owl sighs and looks at her boy with her head a bit down as she tries maintaining her composure. “Y-yes, Dick. I was”, she finally answers. Then it was her turn to ask something, “but, how do you know?”

Dick’s face scrunched up a bit upon hearing that, which immediately got her mother’s worry since she might have a suspicion about just how long he knew about her own grief despite herself trying to be strong as he is for her. Finally, Dick sighs sadly and looks up to his mother with his eyes having a guilty look on them before he finally opens his mouth to say what he has been meaning to for quite a bit.

“I... I kinda knew ever since at least... when we first moved in here”, Dick says with his voice beginning a hint of crack before taking a deep breath to collect himself before continuing with his answer. “It’s just... I sometimes hear you cry some nights when you can’t sleep, usually after you had a dream about what happened to Dad and well.... the fact he’s.... not here anymore. Is that true?”

Snow Owl stood there almost at a loss for words on how much her son knew about it all. Unable to come up with any counter at that moment, only able to nod slightly at her son’s inquiry.

Dick once more sighed sadly in guilt as he put his Robin outfit on top of a seat on the couch while taking a seat. “I just wanted to say.... I’m sorry.”

This got Snow Owl’s attention like something else, she was kinda bit expecting it but nonetheless found herself surprised. “w-Why would you be sorry?”

“b-Because....”, Dick once more had to breathe out before stating his answer, “because...I-I know I know shouldn’t worry about it since it’s your business, your own thing and all. I shouldn’t spy on you like that and….” Before Dick can go on, an ungloved hand rests upon his shoulders. He looks up to see his mother with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Dick”, Snow Owl says with an equally understanding tone, “you miss your dad as well?”

Once her question reaches his ears, Dick silently buries his face into his hands. He nods a ‘yes’ while his breathing starts getting a bit more ragged. He was trying best not to lose control of any impending tears himself.

“Dick,” Snow Owl calls with a concerned and worried tone to him, “Just breathe. Nice and easy, okay?”

Dick once more silently nods as he struggles to keep his breathing under control. After some effort and time put into it, Dick is able to collect himself just enough to speak coherent words again. He puts those words to the forefront with taking his face in his hands and looking up at his worried mother, tears seemingly wanting to be free from eyes but through sheer will of his own, he’s able to keep them in.

“Yeah,” Dick croaks out as he looks up to his mother’s worried face, “I miss Dad too.”

Snow Owl nods in understanding and sympathy. She now has an understanding of what goes through her son’s head with only a few words. They are both in the same boat regarding how that loss impacted them to this day more so than she thought. She does wonder something though before taking a seat next to him. “Well,you can always be more open about that with me.”

Dick remained silent rather than immediately open up. Snow Owl knows for certain that when he is silent, her son can only be holding back something he wants to say yet something in him tells him not to. Maybe she can say something to help with that.

“I mean….it’s perfectly okay if you do miss him. It’s not like you don’t care about….”

At that, Dick’s head snapped forward before she finished, his tear filled eyes ablaze with shock and disbelief. “Don’t care?”, he growls while his breath picks up and his teeth grind, “Don’t….care?”

She takes a step back as Dick leaps out of his seat, planting his two feet on the carpeted floor with a vengeance, his breath shaky and his fists are clenched to his sides. “I…I do care….it’s why I didn’t want to say anything about it too much. You get it?”, by now, his voice was starting to rise, his anger was starting to creep in.

“ Of course, I miss him, I just do, I miss home, I miss my old friends, I miss Mr Haly, I….I just do…but…but I can’t just say it out loud all the time. Because it’ll just make it worse. I have to get used to being here, I have to make sure those bullies back at school don’t get to me when they keep…bringing….it…up all the dang time!” Dick looked up towards Snow Owl, still refusing to let those tears fall best he can but all those eyes had anyways was a blend of sadness and fury.

“Those cretins keep saying all sorts of total baloney and bull like ‘It’s what he deserved because he was cursed by marrying you, A...G word’ or ‘I was too stupid not to help him’ when you or me didn’t do anything or even know about it until it was too late! It was Zucco’s fault! Why can’t they just freaking understand that?! Even you can understand that better than they can! But I just….” Dick was starting to struggle finding the words by now.

What was racing through Snow Owl’s mind though wasn’t so much what he still has to say but rather what was said. She should’ve known it was bad, but not this bad. How? How did her little boy hold all this back for so long? Furthermore, why? Why hold this back for so long? She was deep down and rightfully afraid something like this would happen.

Dick was about to keep going, though she doesn’t know if he should. His body was trembling with so much and no doubt his eyes are at a boiling point with those tears who still refuse to fall, just out of sheer willpower alone from the looks of it. She couldn’t see him like this anymore. She kicked a hornet’s nest which was her son’s grief and anger, but she had to do something about that nest before the stings started coming in.

As Dick takes another breath now that he found something to say, Snow takes a step forward with a face that tries looking as stern as possible.

“Richard John Grayson, I’m sorry but that’s enough. You are going to hurt yourself like this.”

Just that alone was enough to snap Dick out of his thoughts. Within almost an instant, that firm and steel tone in his mother’s voice put a complete stop to whatever was racing through his mind. She was being serious, and the whole world slows down the instant she is serious. But there was something else within that firm time in her voice, something wrong, it sounded a bit cracked. Looking up to meet her face, Dick quickly found out why.

In Snow Owl’s own eyes, they were glistening with some wetness. Despite the firm stare she gives him, one single tear begins to roll down her cheek, probably one she doesn’t even notice. But he does. The moment he does, his heart accelerates once more, not from his grief and anger but guilt and horror. He thought to himself ‘What have I done?!’ Far as he was concerned, rightfully so.

Dick takes a major step forward with panic and worry in his eyes, much to his mother’s shock, making another tear fall from her eyes. “M….mom, p…please don’t cry! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say all that! I…I….I just had so much in my mind and stuff, I just had to say it! I’m trying to be strong! I swear I’m trying but…but…I can’t! I just can’t! I’m sorry….I’m sorry….” By now, Dick had two tear streaks, one for each eye on his face. His speech was starting to break down a mumbling of both English and Romanes Chib. At that point, he collapses on his knees and buries his face in his left hand as he struggles to regain control, pounding the carpet floor with his right.

Snow Owl cannot help but stand there, one tear or two per eye and both eyes look down at the broken boy who was on his knees, trying to pull himself together. She had truly done it now. What kind of a mother was she? She hurt him, she made her 10 1/2 year old boy break down into tears and grief. She said the wrong thing twice by now. But the thing is….he’s her Little Robin. She can’t just leave him. She can’t let her own tears stop her from

Doing at least something…anything! She can’t afford to screw this one up this time.

After about half of a minute of trying to think of something, she might have a decent idea. Wiping away the tear streaks from her own eyes and taking a deep breath to collect herself, she crouches down to where her son and her can be face to face. She gently and very cautiously reaches out her right hand, ever so slowly and making sure Dick doesn’t immediately perk up and she doesn’t spook him off. After what seems like forever, her hand reaches his shaking and trembling shoulder and lays down upon it. Much to her internal relief, Dick doesn’t perk himself up in fear. Instead he merely utters, “It….it’s not your fault. None of this was your fault, Mom. It…it’s mine, I just thought I can handle losing Dad and what those bullies said about him better than I actually can….I didn’t mean to make you cry….I didn’t….”

Before he can continue Snow Owl gives her son a quiet and easy ‘Shush’ before her hand on his shaking shoulder tightens very nicely and easily. “It’s not your fault at all either, Little Robin.”

Dick takes a deep breath and clears his throat before looking back at his mother, hopefully for him, the tears in his eyes being all dried up. While the tears had certainly faded out, they left a sign via redness in Dick’s eyes. Nonetheless, he pushed himself onward with his answer. “It’s just that,” He briefly pauses to clear his throat before proceeding, “you go through enough. Some nights.... I....I can hear you cry yourself to sleep. Especially on Dad’s birthday...or yours.”

Snow Owl tries to reach a hand but her son then continues with what he needed to say.

“I mean...you have enough to worry about already. With your jobs, both at the gym and when you’re called up to protect Mrs. Drake, trying to keep our house clean,” Dick feels something in his voice start cracking very lightly before continuing, “me. It’s a lot, Mom and I can’t just make it worse and harder for you by bringing up Dad and how much I miss all the time. Because...well, you miss him too.” Dick finally finishes, taking a deep breath to collect himself now that he has said what he needed. Now it was just a matter of his mother’s reaction to it.

Snow Owl closed her eyes and pondered what her son had said. He certainly has a point; she has a lot on her plate especially as of late. All of it to make sure the two have livelihoods in this city, merely only a few years after having no other choice but to leave the brightly colored and lively tents and trailers they called home, for most of her entire life. She cannot help but feel a bit grateful that her boy puts a lot of consideration and care into her wellbeing like he did. He has a caring heart and she can see it in him.

But therein lies a problem, he can be too caring to the point it harms him. It’s not just in this case; every now and again during their cases and capers, her partner would be the first one to charge in on a gang of thugs and henchmen should she find herself surrounded despite even orders to hold back. Oftentimes this leads to the two of them clearing out said thugs and henchmen, the bad guy stopped and the day saved, which is what Snow Owl and Robin should be all about. Though this still can lead to her son putting himself at unnecessary risks even if it means her safety, something that’s been at the back of her mind probably ever since he aided her in arresting the men responsible for the accident that claimed her husband in the first place. But she can sense something else regarding this; he doesn’t need Robin taken away from him even if for a brief time, that’ll make things right now dour than they are. Her boy needs something else than that, he needs her to let him know.

Once more, Snow Owl reaches out a gentle hand and this time with a beat of easing in, lays it on his shoulder and the two are able to see eye to eye. “I understand”, she says with a sympathetic and motherly tone. Finally, she has something to say to maybe put them both at ease.

“But you know what?”

“What”, Dick asks in response.

Snow Owl finally is able to gently bring up a small smile, assured of her answer. “At least, we both know your dad isn’t gone entirely and not just nothing. Because he's here...with us. Not right in front, but in our memories, and... with you and me, together.”

Dick asks, “Like a, in spirit, type of way or something? Even after.... I couldn’t be able to”

Snow Owl nods accordingly, “Like that. We might not hear or see him right here and right now. But the fact we’re talking about him right now and we have those memories and good times with him should be a sign of that. I truly thank you for thinking about my feelings and what I go through, Little Robin. I’m sure even your dad would do the same for me.”

Dick looked at his mother curiously, “You think so? I mean, that’ll mean then that...”

Mary quickly realizes where this might go and clears her throat to help them stay on topic, “Point being; you have a good heart, Dick. You care and you show it with your actions. That’s more than enough, you don’t need to make yourself emotionally hurt by holding it back from me. Though in fairness”, she pauses, realizing it should be advice for herself as well, “I shouldn’t probably be entirely holding it all in as well.”

“Does this mean we both might need to see those.... couch doctor guys you talk to,” Dick asks while struggling to think up the right word for it. Snow Owl is aware and more than happy to answer it for him.

“Therapists, Dick”, Snow Owl nods, “therapists. If only need be and our habit of holding back what’s in our minds gets too much for even the both of us. But at least for now, it looks like it’s just the both of us we need to talk to about it. So,” Snow Owl stands up from her seat, taking her clean laundry back in her hands, “maybe once every one or two weeks, maybe we can talk it out. Like just you and me about what we’re going through.” She leans in gently and closely to her son, with a motherly smile to it, “You think we can try that?”

Dick is silent for a bit, pondering in his head about his mother’s suggestion. She has a point; it’s something they both need to do unless they want to end up with another awkward conversation like this all over again. She doesn’t need that and neither does he. It will be something that can help him as much as it does for her. With that in mind, he in turn asks something to her.

“Maybe we can try either tomorrow or even this upcoming Sunday?” He asks her with hopeful and determined eyes.

Snow Owl’s unmasked blue eyes beam with happiness and pride for her son. Giving him a quick side hug before standing upright. At that moment, Dick has a small smile grace his face. Her words and actions had reached him and he was starting to feel better. Her son then perked up all the sudden with a now wider smile on his face. It’s like he just remembered something that he would like to remember.

He then hops out of his seat on the couch and his feet pad across the carpet floor to the cabinet holding up the TV and opens the drawer containing the remotes.

Snow Owl then remembers as well much to her joy. It was Saturday, the beginning of the weekend meaning the next day, the two would have the apartment to themselves. Sure, Dick does have some homework to work on if he has too but it’s not due until next Monday. The two can sleep in for tomorrow morning but tonight is truly something else for them. Sure enough, Dick, being the acrobat he is, does a quick front flip that he lands safely on the couch with those remotes in hand. From there, he flips on both the TV and the streaming device, immediately scrolling his way to the comedies.... the PG 13 to R Rated comedies.

Dick looks up to his mother with the remotes in hand as they continue their scrolling for their film for tonight. They have a sort of mischief and fun to them that Snow Owl notices.

“So.... what do you have in mind for tonight, Dick?”

Now it was his turn to answer all too happily; “Well.... I was kinda thinking.... how about we watch those.... you know films that have that guy with the nerdy glasses, scruffy beard and that weird laugh? Maybe like three of them.”

Oh yes, that guy. The two always have a riot of pure unbridled laughter and just a great time every time his films are playing for their movie nights. But three for one night? Her son was up to something; he was making their movie night a Dare, a Dare they’ve played before. So why not play it for tonight after all?

With a sly and confident smirk, Snow Owl replies thusly, “The usual wager? For the one to burst out laughing with each film first has to make the winner a bowl of their favorite ice cream?”

Dick’s eyes beamed expectedly yet joyful. She basically read his mind. “Remember, my flavor is Mint Chocolate Chip, right?”

With a chuckle, Snow Owl beams as well. “Yep, and I hope you remember mine would be Cookies N Cream.”

Dick smirks with confidence and a tiny healthy bit of hubris. “I know, Mom. But yeah, I’m getting my ice cream first. I got this all handled.”

“You’re on, just as soon as I get out of my shower”, Snow Owl gives Dick a prideful thumbs up before finally, with her clean laundry in hand, makes her way to the bathroom for her clean up. Before going in, she does remember to keep it quick since they don’t want a big water bill by the end of the month.

Fifteen Minutes Later......

Emerging from the bathroom Snow Owl entered, out came Mary Grayson, clad in her light blue Tee and similarly black sweatpants, finishing drying her untied dark red hair with a towel and her bare feet taking steps in the carpet floor. Once able to dry as much of her hair as she could and placing the towel on the rack in the bathroom, Mary makes her way back to the living room. The TV is left on with one particular film, ‘The Meeting’, the one about those nerdy glasses wearing, scruffy bearded, weird laugh having guy and a friend of his have an interview with an infamous dictator. This ought to be good; now it was just a matter of making sure she can hold back the laughter she knows she’ll get watching this film long enough until Dick does so first.

Speaking of whom, Dick was barely finishing up pouring the heated-up popcorn into two big bowls, one for him and one for his mother, and was making his way back to the living room where Mary was taking a seat on the couch, her feet propped up on a cushion in front of said seat, leaning her back onto the cushion behind her, letting herself relax and waiting for her bowl. She didn’t wait too long before Dick arrives with her white plastic bowl being offered, to which she happily takes and puts on her laps.

With his own blue bowl, Dick takes his own seat, sitting cross legged and his hand on the remote.

Just before he presses ‘Play’, Mary turns to him, she has something small to say. “Just to let you know, Dick. I’m very proud of your work, both at school and out there when we crime fight no matter what. I’m also proud of you being responsible for this house with all you do. So, if there’s times where I.... well seem a bit distant.... not being as directly there all the time.... letting you do your thing.... I just wanted to let you know that I am available if you need me for whatever reason...... and that you always have me to back you up. So, anything that might seem is between us is just simply something we can and will work out and not something so....”

“Mom”, Dick interrupts with a cheerful and understanding tone, “I get it. I love you too.” He beams a soft smile in her direction. It lets her confirm what they both need to say.

Once Mary smiles back and gives her son a small yet livingly air kiss, much to his playful yet lighthearted chagrin, he presses ‘Play’.

Let the Grayson Family Movie Night shenanigans begin.

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Sephiroth standing outside his apartment door, on the phone with Genesis: I forgot my keys again.

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Lazard: Please take the rest of the day off.

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Hojo: Why haven't you come to the lab lately, don't you care about your child?

Cloud: *growling*

Sephiroth: I was just there.

Hojo: My records only have you coming in last Saturday. You're so forgetful.

Cloud: *growling*

Lazard: Excuse me, what the fuck, he was there yesterday.

Angeal: He was?! Saturday AND yesterday?

Lazard: Yeah I'm going to put my blackmail to use and get a restraining order. Cloud, please remove the professor.

Hojo: *shouting* THESE NEANDERTHALS KNOW NOTHING! I AM YOUR FATHER!

Cloud: *rabidly hustles the grease monster out, spooky Nibel wolf growling the whole time*

Sephiroth: but the ba-

Angeal: No way is this creep getting access, we're calling my mom. Don't worry, she's an expert on the entire process, including mako issues and enhanced fetuses.

Sephiroth: *warm fuzzies at the word "mom"*

#cloud strife #ff7 #sephiroth #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #lazard deusericus #preggoroth

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buckgasms · 2 years

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🎀 Weekends 🎀

Dom/Daddy Bucky x Little/Sub Reader

Don't blame me @ghostducky made me do it 😈 but it took like 000.0001 second to convince me! This is a continuation of 'A Day In the Life' with Daddy!Bucky 😍

This is what I would do to/with Bucky on a weekend, I hope you enjoy

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Bucky wakes you up with his signature pussy eating skills that have you whining and writhing before you've really come to your senses.

If last night was a long one, you lay in bed together, fingers stroking at his beard, giggling at his silly jokes, letting his fingers roam all over you.

You're also gonna shimmy down the bed and give him some good-morning head

"because you deserve it daddy"

When you finally leave the bedroom the breakfast he ordered has been laid out on the kitchen counter.

Because Bucky doesn't cook - he loves you too much to subject you to his cooking on a Saturday morning.

Sitting in his lap you decide what you are going to do for the weekend.

Pick your adventure babydoll:

Sometimes Bucky wants to spoil you, so he'll shut down your favourite store and you'll spend a few hours trying on various divine outfits, shoes and of course underwear.

This trip will also involve Bucky fucking you in a dressing room ok? If you are getting naked in there he might as well help out.

He fucks you from behind and presses you up against the mirror, his hand pressing over your mouth.

"Keep quiet princess, can't have you moaning like a slut for all these people to hear"

When you get home, you put on the prettiest outfit, as chosen by Bucky and you'll thank your Daddy for being so very generous with you.

If it's nice and sunny, maybe you'll spend the day by the pool.

Bucky picked the tiniest bikini for you to wear and he grins like a wolf when he ties it up for you.

He then takes a long, long time applying sunscreen all over you as you sit in his lap, on a sunlounger. You can't help but moan when his strong fingers massage your muscles.

You retaliate by applying it to his chest and shoulders, your hands lingering on his tummy, fingers slipping closer to the waistline of his shorts.

If it were a workday and you were teasing, well you'd be in trouble.

But he wants to indulge today.

So he pulls his cock out, pushes your skimpy panties to the side and guides you to sit on his big dick.

So there you are, bouncing up and down on your Daddy's cock, moaning and whining as he growls in your ear.

"Fuck babydoll, make me feel so fucking good"

"Like being filled up huh princess?"

"Wanna milk my cock like a good girl?"

He rubs your clit and you shout out, your voice echoing around the space, not caring if anyone can hear you.

He rubs until you come, but holds you tight, trapping you on his cock, endlessly coming until you collapse forward, his hand running up and down your back, soothing you.

"Such a good girl for me, always take me so well little bird"

You may or may not swim. It is irrelevant tbqhwy.

Sometimes your weekends will be spent away at his other houses, to the beach or maybe just lazing around?

You are happy to be together, it doesn't matter what you do.

As mentioned above, you have to thank your generous Daddy for taking such good care of you, whatever you did that day.

Maybe tonight is slightly special? Just because I said so...

You sneak off after dinner and slip into a little maid outfit, obscenely low cut top, barely there skirt and some lacy knickers. You blush and giggle as you make your way back into the lounge where he is nursing a drink.

When he claps eyes on you, well he almost looks surprised, but he composes himself quick enough.

You introduce yourself as his little servant, and his wish is your command.

He might begin with a little restraint. Asking you to top up his drink, tidy up some clutter, whatever he could think of.

As long as he can sit and watch.

Eventually he asks you to kneel between his thighs and he puts his finger under your chin, lifting your head so you can look nowhere but at him.

"You wanna be a good girl for me?"

You nod and he sits back, spreading his thighs wider and you know enough to take the lead.

You free his cock from his pants and press kisses to his leaking head. A few more licks and kisses and then you engulf his length in your mouth.

He groans above you as you bob up and down, take him down into your throat and swallow. You keep going until tears are running down your cheeks.

He balls your hair into his fist and thrusts up into your throat, your fingers digging into his thigh as he suffocates you with his dick.

Pulling away he wipes the spit and tears into your face, making a mess of you and you smile at him.

"What else can I do for you Daddy" you say sweetly, voice sounding just a little bit hoarse from his fucking.

He smiles and twirls his finger. Giggling you spin around, essentially putting your ass where your face was.

You suck your thumb as he pulls your panties down, and starts playing with your holes.

You groan as you feel his spit land on your puckered hole and his finger inches its way in.

"I'm gonna fuck this tight little hole birdie... You want that? Wanna make your daddy happy?"

You nod and then whine when he lands a smack to your bottom.

"Out loud sweetheart" he warns

"Yes daddy please, need it, wanna make you so happy" you pant.

He mutters praise and continues finger fucking your pussy and ass as you squeal and whine on the floor below him.

You lose all sense of time and space until you feel him shift and the fat head of his cock is slowly being pressed into your ass as promised.

His groan is enough to have you coming already.

He starts of slow but you are squeezing so good, he just can't resist.

"See what you do to me Princess? Make daddy lose control dontcha? Can't fucking help myself."

You sob and moan as his fingers slip into your aching, soaking cunt, working in tandem to his dick.

"Take it baby, take it" he growls and you wrap a hand around his ankle, hanging on for dear life as he pounds away at you.

You squeal as you come and you feel his release fill you up but of course he doesn't let you relax just yet.

He teases you through your orgasm until you are bucking at the sensitivity. You mewl out his name and he finally relents.

He chuckled as he pulls your head up from the floor, bringing your face to his, pressing kisses to your messy cheeks.

"I think, little maid, there's so more mess needs sorting out in the bedroom" and you both grin at each other.

Like I say. You love weekends with Bucky 😘

My hand slipped again 😅

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #masterlist #daddy!bucky #bucky headcanon #bucky barnes headcanon

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clever-and-unique-name · 3 months

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[sends hugs] I've been thinking of you even though (or especially) you haven't been online as much 🥰🥰🥰

Also, as a more specific ask, what are your favorite things about Okami? Would you recommend it? (Also, cost and least favorite parts of it? I'm assuming it's a video game, and I always like to hear about your game reviews!)

Uhhh forgot the secret third thing.... ahhhhh... got any favorite things you're looking forward to or happy that you've done recently? <3

Anni <333 hi you are so cute thank you ilu!

okami is a rly rly rly pretty game, both graphically and sound-wise. it's 3d but really creatively mimics sumi-e style painting, the whole game is very lovingly steeped in japanese folklore, it's silly and fun and heartwarming and it has a good story. and!! you get to play as a wolf goddess whose entire Thing is restoring nature and who is also a silly little guy who is just Over doing deity things!!

idk what its cost is now, there's been multiple HD releases in the past couple years on different platforms, we played the original on PS2 yearsss ago so idk how it holds up on like the switch or something

least favorite part was the "voices" for characters, i can only describe it as "like animal crossing but Annoying." but i read that in HD releases there's an option to turn dialogue sounds off so!

and idk some of the silly joke humor might turn people away (bc it can get. Very Silly sometimes) but i always found it either harmless or fun

OH but there's an entire game mechanic around Finding and Feeding Wild Animals and there's a whole cute little cutscene and then they LOVE you afterwards and you can pick some of them up and carry them around and!!! it's so cute!!!!

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umm i am looking forward to this week being over, there's a lotta rly stressful things in the next couple days to do but then we don't have to worry abt them anymore so that'll be nice u_u; gotta renew our medical license thingies and do other big adulty stuff

time is a blur, we were super sick last week (and are still kinda sick but #Recovering), so am hoping we can find some time to do some art with the time we have off friday/saturday. bc we are now picking up overtime hours tomorrow. idk. work part wisdom or something :x

#☾*✲⋆.^•ﻌ•^#- reki #thank yew for always being so nice n sending us asks n posts #you're the best ilu <3 #answering asks #reki tag

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jae-bummer · 8 months

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My Idol 3: Part Fifteen

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

You never realized how much of a problem it would be to feel too much. Paralyzed with the abject fear of facing the mountain you were about to climb; it was tempting to completely detach. Numb yourself so the emotions surging to the forefront would be a gentle gurgle rather than a raging tidal wave.

If only it were that easy.

Sitting on the edge of the couch in the greenroom of a soundstage, you felt so small. People bustled around you, dabbing makeup under your eyes or pulling at the fabric of your clothes so it would fold in a more flattering way. Staff shouted from one end of the room to the other, counting down the mere minutes it would take to get you out on stage.

This was it. Your first My Idol Voting Special. Tonight, you would lose three men who never really even got a chance. Parting ways with any of them left a lump in your throat, although, you could admit, some more than others.

Your most recent date had been a whirlwind. Hoshi had prepared something so elaborate and wild; you hadn't even spent the full amount of time with him. In getting to know his members though, it was like understanding a little piece of his personality that you hadn't gotten to explore with the other men. You got to see where he came from and the people who influenced him as he grew up. Topping it off with an intimate dinner to really dig into his personality was the perfect ending to a chaotic night. Kind, silly, and energetic, he was exactly what you were expecting and so much more.

The date before Hoshi's had also become an incredibly important memory. Not only did Chan show up on your doorstep with a fish friend, but he provided you a bit of solace as well. It didn't occur to you during your date to listen to the recording he had left in your stuffed wolf, but you had listened to it on repeat the past few days when you needed his words the most. "Trust me, you're doing amazing! Even if you're just surviving, you're doing the hardest thing! And you're doing great at it!"

While Hyungwon's date didn't necessarily end on a high note, it did start on one. Okay, that was a lie. It had taken you awhile to grow comfortable with one another, but that was to be expected. You couldn't hit it off immediately with every date you met. When you did start to become friendlier with one another, though, you had the time of your life. The thought of giggling and teasing each other still made your heart skip a beat when you looked back. Not to mention, the feeling of holding on to him while on the back of his motorcycle was something you would never forget.

Before Hyungwon, came Jackson, a man who was passion incarnate. You loved learning about his amazing heart and the care he took in comforting his parents while in another country. He showed you a view of Seoul you had never seen before and swooped in when you knew the producers were looking to embarrass you. Like a few of the other men, you considered sealing your date with a kiss, and had come dangerously close in his instance. You were left sizzling for hours after.

San, your mountain, had been your third outing. While he wasn't there to see your apartment get broken into, he was one of the first to pick up the pieces after it happened. It wasn't just his generous gift that helped with your immense amount of loss, but his sunshiny disposition about life and love. The man was the epitome of a walking green flag, even after the two of you had been rushed by an overenthusiastic fan. He was protective and calm, making sure you knew none of what had transpired was your fault. You'd be okay with remaining his "dubu" for the foreseeable future.

Sweet and spunky Hongseok had really shaped a lot of your My Idol experience. After what had happened at your apartment, he set the bar for how safe a person could make you feel in the face of adversity. You could never repay him for everything he did that night. Before that disaster, his date was idyllic. It was another that didn't start out the most smoothly, but by the time the awkwardness had eased, he swept you off your feet with every other sentence. The butterflies in your stomach had taken flight over and over again.

Then there was the very first date that started everything, Jungkook. You hadn't known what to expect from this show, but it definitely wasn't the comfort and ease of your interactions with him. At this point, you could easily say that you had a crush and may have from the moment you set your eyes on his. He seemed to "get you" on a level that most couldn't. The hours you spent talking seemed to few. It was easy to think of him almost every day since your initial interaction and even if he didn't get to move on, you'd be thinking of him long after this was all settled.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice broke you from your thoughts.

Looking up from spot on the wall you had chosen to dissociate on, you found Insu's smiling face in front of you. "You ready?"

"Not even remotely," you croaked, shaking your head.

"Well," he sighed, crossing his arms. "If it makes you feel better, the security is really well planned for tonight."

Inhaling sharply, you tried not to let his comment cause you to spiral. You knew he meant it to comfort you, but you hadn't even thought to consider the possible dangers of sitting in front of a live audience for hours. A mismatch of My Idol fans and kpop stans had likely already begun flooding the rows that would face you. How could you expect the security to catch every possible danger?

"Great," you managed through a cringe. "Thanks."

"No problem," he said, furrowing his brow as he assessed you. "Look Y/N, if this is too overwhelming, you don't have-"

"Y/N," a member of production smiled as she pivoted into the green room. "It's time."

Gnawing on your lip, you looked from her and back to Insu. You offered a small, sad smile before pulling yourself to your feet.

It would be easy to give up, a relief even, but you weren't that person. Plus, if you were, it would've been after your house was ransacked and your fish was murdered.

Squaring your shoulders and taking a deep breath, you nodded to yourself. You could do this.

You had to.

It was incredible how warm it was under the stage lights. You were very grateful that the staff had dressed you in black because you were certain you had started sweating from places you weren't even sure you could sweat from.

At least one perk of the too bright lighting was that you couldn't see a single audience member. If you thought too hard on it, it would have been concerning, but you wouldn't allow yourself. You would firmly be operating under the "If I can't see them, they can't see me" assumption.

Shifting in your seat, you watched as the camera crew began to count down the far too put together host. She beamed at you, waiting, her canned smile at the ready.

Taking another round of deep breaths, you attempted to ground yourself. In a few hours, you wouldn't even have to worry about this moment anymore. You just had to make it through.

"Hello!" the host boomed, her gaze switching from you to the crowd you were certain she also could not see. "Welcome everyone, to the My Idol Live Results special! Are we all excited?!"

A loud cheer came from the bright fog in front of you, causing your smile to falter. It sounded like A LOT of people.

As the attendees began to quiet down, the host set her attention on you once again. "Y/N! It's so nice to see you this evening, you look amazing!"

"Thanks," you hummed, trying to fake the confidence you didn't have. "I appreciate that."

"Especially when you're probably not feeling too amazing," the host clucked with a frown. "You've gone through quite a lot this season, haven't you?"

"I have, unfortunately," you grimaced. "I didn't expect to be worrying about my life outside of the show while we were filming."

"But it looks like the show brought these unfortunate events directly to you," the host nodded. "Is it true that the police believe it was a fan who broke into your home earlier this season?"

"I can't really discuss the details now, as it's an ongoing case," you parroted from the My Idol lawyers you had been briefed by earlier. "It's a sad situation and I hope that whoever felt like they had the right to enter my home and destroy my belongings realizes the mistake they made."

"Does that mean there's still no sign of the burglar?"

You swallowed. "That's all I can say, I'm sorry."

"No matter!" the host sighed. "Why don't we go ahead and get this party started, shall we? Let's bring out our idols!"

The crowd swept up into another round of applause and cheers. The host rose to her feet, motioning for you to do as well. Your stomach did a small flip as you prepared to be face-to-face with all seven men again.

"Our first date hails all the way from the legendary halls of Hybe. The cool and sexy maknae of BTS, Jungkook!"

The crowd's enthusiasm was deafening as Jungkook emerged from the opposite side of the stage. Giving a small bow to both you and the host, Jungkook's eyes found yours again before he navigated toward the stool he would be sitting on. His crooked smile melted your heart as he continued to clap along with the crowd, waiting for the next contestant.

"Next we have our boyfriend full of muscle and charm, Pentagon's Hongseok!"

Hongseok appeared from the same wing Jungkook had, a smile wide on his face. Shooting a wink your way, he took his spot next to Jungkook. Giving the man beside him a small fist pump, they both turned again to look for the next contestant.

"A man who can move mountains because he is one himself, Ateez's San!"

You caught San's small eyeroll before he stepped onto the main stage and plastered on a shiny smile. His cheeks were blazing as he shuffled toward Hongseok and Jungkook. Once he secured his seating, he chanced a look at you, his expression sympathetic and warm.

"The owner of a smokey voice and heart of gold, we have Got7's Jackson!"

Jackson strolled onto the stage, his best smolder on full display. The air of confidence he held was something you thought even his fellow contestants could respect. Just as he took his spot beside San, he turned his head slightly, sticking his tongue out at you.

Letting out a short huff of laughter, you shook your head, causing him to laugh in turn. Leave it to Jackson to make light of such a stressful situation.

"He looks like he just walked out of a flower boy anime, Monsta X's Hyungwon!"

Hyungwon's furrowed brow and puckered lips told you everything he thought of his introduction. Making eye contact with you as he crossed the stage, you tried not to laugh again at his "wtf" face. You had to admit though, seeing him at the voting special was a sigh of relief. You had been half-convinced that he wouldn't show up after the egg incident.

"A leader who needs no introduction, the talented and powerful ace of Stray Kids, Bang Chan!"

Almost as soon as Chan's feet hit the stage he began bowing. First to you, then the host, and then each of the other contestants in turn. A shy smile danced across his lips before he took Hyungwon's hand in his and shook. Standing next to the significantly taller man, you tried not to giggle as he looked at you with a cringe-smile that lasted only seconds.

"And last, we have the mood maker and main dancer of Seventeen, Hoshi!"

This time you did laugh as Hoshi appeared on stage. Contradictory to his main dancer position, he was not in control and instantly stumbled over his own feet. Looking up sheepishly, he caught himself before actually falling to the stage. The tips of his ears were red as he shuffled toward Chan, taking the final empty seat.

"There we have it!" the host gushed, motioning toward the seven men that had dominated your life over the past few weeks. "Let's give these great guys another round of applause."

After several seconds of ear-splitting shouts, everyone finally settled down enough to take their seats.

It was difficult not to let your eyes linger on each man in turn, but you attempted to look at them as a whole. They were all so good looking and unique in their own ways. If you had been left to decide yourself, moving to the second round would have been impossible. They were all simply too good to be true.

"Y/N," the host said, spinning toward you. "How does it feel to see everyone again?"

"It feels great," you nodded, continuing not to look at anyone in particular. With all of their attention set on you, it was growing increasingly harder to seemingly ignore each of their individual existence. "I've missed all of them since we first met."

"Any one more than another?" the host grinned slyly before winking at the assembly of men to her left.

"We're okay not knowing!" Hoshi all but shouted, an instant embarrassed smile finding its way onto his face after he spoke. "Really, I don't need to know."

You let out a sigh of relief as Chan nodded as well. "Totally okay if you choose not to answer that."

"I'll pass then," you chuckled. "It's probably what's best for everyone."

"Do any of you think that Y/N might like you more than the others?" the host asked, pivoting back toward the men.

"I am by far the favorite," Hongseok grinned with a wink. "You can't convince me otherwise."

The group began to chuckle amongst themselves at Hongesok's boldness. It caused you to laugh as well.

"I dunno," Jackson hummed, sucking on his teeth. "I'm convinced otherwise, friend."

"Jackson," the host cooed. "Do you think you won Y/N over?"

"I feel good about it," he nodded with a smile. "But I also may not be the best at self-awareness, so I could be totally wrong."

"What about you San?" the host asked. "How do you think your date went over?"

"There were some complications," San laughed nervously. You had nearly forgotten about his injury, but the small flick of his eyes to his wrist made your stomach plummet. He was still sporting a wrap around the bulk of his arm, mostly covered by his dress shirt. "But I think we had fun overall."

"Complications, yes," the host nodded. "It seemed like this season was plagued by them. Chan, what do you think made this season different in that way?"

"Kpop is more accessible now than ever," Chan nodded thoughtfully. "It brings a lot of fans and focus to this show since so many members of different groups are participating. While we all love our fans, I think some may be thinking they need to defend us."

"I agree with that," Jungkook followed up. "I think Army means well, but they don't realize that I signed up for this show willingly. It's not Y/N's fault that we're all here. The fact that Y/N is being targeting so much is disheartening."

"Speak for yourself," Hyungwon groaned. "You didn't get eggs thrown at your head."

"At least they weren't rotten!" Hoshi gasped. "Sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay," you laughed, trying to push that memory as far down as possible. "Nothing a little cold shower can't fix."

"But it's not okay," Jackson insisted. "None of that should have ever happened in the first place."

"Hongseok," the host worked in. "How did it feel being the first date to really see the negative reaction to this season face to face?"

"Shocking," he nodded. "In a million years, I never would have expected for something like that to happen."

"How did it make you feel, Y/N?" the host turned. "And were you happy you had Hongseok there to comfort you? Even if he was still a relative stranger?"

"I felt lucky to have Hongseok there," you said quietly, unable to make eye contact with anyone. You knew that having to relive the memory of that night would happen multiple times during the voting special, but it didn't mean you liked it. "As soon as we saw the lock broken, my stomach dropped. I felt so lost."

"And you were meant to go on a date the next day as well?"

"San handled it like a champ," you smiled weakly. "When I may have been at my absolute lowest, he still made sure we had a great time."

"Even after there was yet another fan intervention?"

You looked up, catching San wince as he shook his head. "We were a little bit shaken, but it didn't dull the day. Y/N and I had so much fun playing together."

"Did the time you all spent with Y/N make up for the nerves you felt joining the program?"

"I think all of us were focused on making sure it was a good experience for Y/N," Chan nodded. "We wanted to protect them from all of the poor treatment that they had received."

"And in that experience," Jungkook picked up where Chan had left off. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say it was one of the best dates I had ever been on."

"Speak for yourself," Hongseok hummed, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "I've never been on a date in my life."

"So by default, it was the best one," Hoshi grinned, reaching down to pat the other man on the shoulder.

This caused the group to erupt into laughter. You knew Hongseok was trying to poke fun at how irrational fans could be when they found out the reality of their idol's dating, but it was true. They were all grown men and deserved to have that segment of their life just like anyone else.

"Well, why don't we see if one of you will get to have another amazing date then, hm?" the host grinned. "How does that sound?"

You furrowed your brow as you started to hear shouting from the audience. This wasn't the happy cheers that had filled the air before, but more of a frustrated bellow at the thought of an idol moving on in the competition.

Looking to the host, you saw her tilt her head and attempt to regain her composure. She must have heard it as well.

"Alright," she said, flipping through her cue cards at rapid speed. "The...the first idol to move on to the second round of dates is...

Jeon Jungkook!"

Pushing aside the nerves that had been set aflame by the momentary displeasure of the crowd, you allowed a smile to overtake your lips. Directing your focus toward Jungkook, your grin could only grow wider as his brows shot up.

"I made it through?" he gasped, crossing the stage toward you.

"You made it through!" you chuckled, allowing him to take you into his arms. Wrapping yourself around his waist, he draped his arms over your shoulders.

"This is so good!" he squeaked, shaking his head. "Like seriously the best."

Your heart felt full as he leaned away from you and studied your face. Lifting his fingers, he cupped one cheek before kissing the opposite side. Furrowing his brows, you saw him glance toward the crowd, only then cluing you in to the new noises surrounding you.

It was easy being lost in the bubble that was Jungkook, so you hadn't heard the reaction from the crowd in front of you. Listening more intently, you could make out what they had begun to chant "He's Our Idol! Not Your Idol!"

"What?" you croaked, immediately pulling away from Jungkook and taking a step back.

"Hey, hey, hey," Jungkook attempted to comfort the din of the crowd. "Guys-"

"HE'S OUR IDOL! NOT YOUR IDOL!"

The shouts turned to shrieks, seeming to grow louder and closer by the minute.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the host attempted with a nervous laugh. "Why don't we all calm down? Do you want to hear who else made it through?"

"HE'S OUR IDOL! NOT YOUR IDOL!"

"Maybe not the best tactic," you could hear Hongseok cluck.

"Get them out of here!" you heard Hyuk's commanding voice yell somewhere in the wings.

Someone on the production crew had finally turned the stage lights down, allowing you to see what was happening for the first time. Dozens of fans were standing on their chairs, shouting, shaking their fists in the air, and holding signs.

Stumbling backwards, you weren't sure where to direct your attention. It felt like you had been forced to switch gears instantly, basking in Jungkook's win to automatically fearing what may come next.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as a fan broke through the line of security and began charging the stage. In the blink of an eye, several more fans had made it through.

"Y/N!" Jungkook cried, just as you saw a fan rush the stage and twine themselves around his arm. Instinctively reaching out for him, you were yanked backward by someone you couldn't see.

The crowd had started rushing the stage like ants. There had been no warning, but they were flooding every available inch around you. You gasped as another person pushed you to the ground, nearly trampling you to get to the idols at the opposite end of the platform.

"Come on!" you heard Insu growl into your ear, yanking you up and into his chest.

"We have to help!" you cried, your eyes darting in every direction. A flurry of security staff had begun rushing the contestants in various directions in an attempt to keep them out of fans clutches. As you looked back to Jungkook, his security guard had already batted the fan off.

"We only have six!" Hyuk shouted to Insu. "One of them is missing!"

"Shit," Insu cursed, pushing away the small crowd that was now turning toward you. "Take Y/N. I'll be back."

"Insu," you whimpered, feeling like a doll as he passed you into Hyuk's arms.

"I got you," Hyuk whispered, pulling you backstage. "Everything's fine."

But everything wasn't fine.

The studio had erupted into chaos, one of the guys was missing, and you couldn't help but feel that it was all your fault.