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whatdoyouexpectthistime · 17 days

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Perigee Chapter 4: Diplomacy Missed the Mark

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

"What are these?" Dionne inquired, glancing over three shallow boxes and tracing the pattern on them she knew perfectly.

It was a rhetorical question really, the real query behind it, 'are these for me?'.

But even that was a foregone conclusion, for who else would Ethan by lingerie for?

Her fingertips picked under the edge of one lid, but Ethan's hand smacked down over hers before she could see its contents.

"You have plenty," he growled when her head snapped to his in confusion.

"Then who?" she frowned, her voice tight and already on the very edge of angry.

"Mind your tone," he warned, lifting his hand and turning away. "It's like you've forgotten your place."

"I'm your wife," she snapped. "It's very much my place to question who else you'd buy expensive lingerie."

"Green is not your colour," he sniffed, lifting the stopper from a crystal decanter and pouring from it. "And it's certainly not becoming."

Dionne bristled at the insinuation but managed to rein in her frustration.

"In all our years, have I not served you faithfully?" she managed through her teeth.

"You have," he acknowledged, glancing up as he sipped his drink. "But when fate delivers a full moon perigee of McDonough lineage, no alpha in this or any other county would pass that up."

"McDonough?"

Ethan gave her a look of pure disbelief, but then seemed to understand her ignorance.

"Yes," he exhaled, taking his glass to the Chesterfield. "A bloodline ancient and potent."

"So this has nothing to do with your libido?" she sniffed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Do I want to fuck her?" Ethan mused, watching the whiskey slosh around as he tipped his glass from side to side. "Oh yes. The look of defeat on her face as she cums will be perfect."

Dionne's lips parted, but she couldn't quite find the words to express her anger and revulsion. No, she didn't care about Calico or whatever tortures Ethan had planned, but that he would expect she'd be okay with it all was beyond belief.

"Good thing I know a good divorce lawyer," she muttered under her breath, turning for the door, but she stopped when Ethan laughed.

"You and I both know you won't leave," he chuckled. "You arrived with nothing, and you'll leave with even less."

"Christ, I haven't rolled through Cleaver in ages," Miho chuffed, killing her bike's engine.

"I suppose there's no point in telling you to keep a low profile," Jazz smirked, removing her helmet and readjusting her blonde locks.

"We're not here to keep a low profile," Miho replied, following suit before peering down the street. "And I'm not good at it anyway."

"No," Jazz murmured, nodding. "No, you are not. But, diplomacy first?"

"Sure, I'll wait in the car," Miho smirked, lightly hip-bumping Jazz as she began toward the mansion. "Just leave the windows down a little."

Shaking her head, Jazz followed up the paved stairs trimmed with manicured box hedge and flowering roses, and waited behind Miho. Miho, meanwhile, didn't bother with the doorbell, and went straight for three heavy thuds against the large wooden door.

The response was slow, but the woman who answered - a maid by her ridiculously formal uniform - smiled politely.

"Jazz Mann to see Alpha Cole," Jazz said with equal courtesy. "He's not expecting guests, but this business is important."

"And her?" the woman gestured, arching one sculpted eyebrow at Miho's heavy boots, jeans and black band tee and leather jacket.

"Don't mind her and she won't mind you," Jazz replied blandly. "Now, Alpha Cole? Or am I going to have to become... insistent?"

"Alpha Cole is currently indisposed," the maid explained.

"We don't mind waiting," Jazz beamed, placing her hand against the door, but she stopped short of forcing her way in.

Miho, on the other hand, tapped her toe loudly, and her jacket creaked menacingly as she folded her arms.

"Yes, of course, please come in," the maid agreed finally, stepping back to allow them entrance to the foyer.

"Off to a good start," Miho smirked as she followed, and Jazz sent her a pleading look. "I'll wait out here while you receive his illustriousness in the formal sitting room, she added, sitting herself in a red velvet wing-back chair.

Looking unsettled by the prospect of leaving Miho unsupervised, the maid faltered, but Jazz leaned toward her to whisper.

"Don't worry, she's very good at following commands."

With a serious face she then glanced to Miho.

"Stay."

"Yes Ma'am," Miho nodded curtly, and slung one leg over the other.

Leaving Miho where she sat, Jazz then followed the unnamed maid down a corridor of dark wood textures, and old, gold-framed paintings, before being led into a lavish sitting room. It was not the first of its type she had experienced: opulence in every inch of upholstery, luxury in heavy velvet drapes, and a large measure of ostentation. But she was not wowed by the pretentious show of wealth, in fact, she usually attributed it to insecurity, no matter how formidable the home owner seemed on the surface.

"Can I offer you refreshments, Miss Mann?" the maid inquired, hands clasped behind her back.

"Oh no, thank you," Jazz dismissed with the light wave of one hand. "If Alpha Cole isn't here in ten minutes, my friend and I will be leaving."

After a short pause, the maid inclined her head, even offered the slightest of unsure bows, before turning to exit.

"To chat with Calico McDonough," Jazz added lightly, then reclined comfortably. "You should probably tell him that."

"I heard," Ethan dropped from the garden-side doorway, disdain corrugating his forehead.

One hand remained in the pocket of his crease-less chinos, attempting to convey a relaxed countenance, but his other fingers flexed toward his palm.

"And yet, you don't seem all that pleased I've come to present myself to the Alpha of this region," Jazz mused, rising from her seat to offer him a respectful nod. "That is tradition, no?"

"What do you want with Calico McDonough?" he questioned flatly, striding in like he might not stop until his shadow swallowed Jazz's petite frame whole.

Jazz just waited for him to reach her, then looked up.

"You don't want to know who I am first?" she offered, blue eyes focused on his despite the height disparity.

"Jazzeline Mann, I know who you are," he retorted, refusing to meet her calm with anything less than brooding menace. "And I hate to repeat myself. What do you want with Calico McDonough, Lorekeeper?"

"I want you to dissolve the pact your father brokered, and any other notions you might be entertaining about her liberty and autonomy," Jazz explained, nice and clearly so there could be no confusion.

Snorting incredulously, Ethan apparently abandoned his attempts to intimidate, and opted for nonchalance instead.

"No," he answered. "The universe in balance - debts must be paid."

"In nine out of ten cases, I wouldn't disagree," Jazz offered, studying his body language, the tense of his shoulders, the veins in his neck. "But not this time. Unbeknownst to her, a coward father has offered his innocent daughter to save his own skin, and since we're talking cosmology here, I can't think the universe would be okay with that."

Having poured himself a whiskey - at 9:30 am - Ethan took a sip the scoffed.

"Is this all you have? The universe is going to give me a bad Yelp review?"

"Well," Jazz exhaled, seeming thoughtful, "there's always the less civilised option."

Crystal firmly met mahogany, and Ethan moved to face Jazz once more. The storm in his expression was on the brink of breaking, and Jazz was sure she could hear the buttons of his shirts straining as he flexed.

"Yes, exactly," Jazz confirmed smoothly, pointing at him from toe to top.

"Who are you to enter my territory with such disrespect?" he growled, a knuckle or two popping.

"Pardon me for quarreling, Alpha Cole," Jazz winced, but it was definitely derisive. "But you already claimed to know who I am."

Her persistent taunts the very definition of poking the bear, Jazz steeled herself against the very real possibility Ethan might lash out at her - still, she had more to say.

"We no longer live in the Dark Ages of patriarchy, where women must bow and submit to men, werewolf or otherwise," she declared with a much sterner tone. "You and your ilk are a dying breed, clinging to archaic traditions because they make small men feel big."

"If there is dying to be done," he rumbled, taking hold of her arm tightly, "you should be more concerned about yourself."

Resisting the urge to struggle, and fighting down the snapping beast beneath her own, pale skin, Jazz tipped her chin.

"By all means," she grated. "But you're going to want permission from my alpha first, who can - by happy coincidence - be found waiting in your foyer."

Jazz struggled to keep her feet on the floor as Ethan dragged her from the room. The maid let out a little squeak as she was knocked aside in the corridor, but Ethan did not pause until he'd stomped into the foyer - where Miho, her back to him - tilted her head at the painting it seemed she was critiquing.

"Why would anyone forge a Seurat?" she wondered, her hands spreading in a baffled gesture as she turned to the sound of thunder. "God, I hate neo-impressionism."

Biting her tongue was all that kept Jazz from emitting a sound as Ethan's grip tightened. Her fingers itched to stretch and claw out his bicep.

"I take it diplomacy missed the mark?" Miho queried rhetorically, not even looking at Ethan. "Don't feel bad," she continued. "Big cock, reeeeeally small brain."

Despite appearances, Miho was indeed paying attention; the second Ethan's shoulder twitched like he intended to throw or slam Jazz down, Miho held up her hand.

"Ah!" she barked, a sharp imperative to stop. "If you want to scrap, I'm all for it, but it will be with someone your own size."

"You're her alpha?" he spat, not releasing Jazz.

"Is that really so surprising?" Miho laughed, then narrowed her eyes at him salaciously. "Hell, for a few, ahhh, hours, I was YOUR alpha."

Tonal shift.

Changed tack.

"Please cease man-handling Jazz," she requested with a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping a little. "She wanted to ask nicely, I wanted to go with fishing-line testicle torture, yet here we are all worked up over the freedom of a woman you're not entitled to anyway."

Not that she needed permission or a signal, but the disappointed click of Miho's tongue punctuated the limit of Jazz's patience. The strength of Ethan's grip on her arm provided a perfect anchor for Jazz to swing her lithe figure forward and then up, where she caught his neck between her thighs.

The momentum jolted him backwards, his reflex to throw out both hands, allowing Jazz to roll free of his reach and return to her feet.

"Very diplomatic," Miho snickered.

"I thought you'd have punched him by now," Jazz muttered, fixing her blouse collar.

"In my house!" Ethan roared, on the edge of transformation.

"You were offered reason," Jazz pointed out, irritated by the tear she found in one sleeve.

"Release Calico McDonough from the pact," Miho went on. "You have everything you need here in Cleaver without her."

"Or what, Miho?" he sneered.

"I guess you forgot what happened when you sent Cleaverlaw after me last time, hmm?"

"Small brain," Jazz reminded her.

"Leave Cleaver, and Calico," Ethan commanded. "Or I will bury you both."

"There's another sex joke here about how you were the one buried in me, but I just can't quite get the phrasing right," Miho frowned in mock consternation. "Something, something, left tied-up and naked for your wife to find?"

"Punchline still works," Jazz approved, but was poised for further action if Miho really broke Ethan's self-control.

"We'll go," Miho stated, before Ethan could retort. "But you should man-up and do the right thing. Nix the pact."

Jazz stepped to the door first and Miho followed, seemingly unafraid to show her back to him.

"Whether you like it or not," he snarled spitefully, perhaps knowing he could not take out both women at once. "Calico will submit to me. The pact will make it so."

After checking in at the police station as required, Calico was asked to accompany Detective Nowak to the crime scene; thankfully not Detective Cole. Still, it struck her as odd she'd be taken to the scene at all so early in the investigation, even if - especially if - she was a suspect. No doubt it had something to do with Ethan, maybe trying to reinforce the seriousness of the leverage he had over her.

"I'm sorry the untimely death of someone is such an inconvenience for you, Mrs Hollows," Jude sniffed, breaking the silence only as they pulled up outside the crime-scene tape.

"No that isn't..." Calico began, then changed tack. "I wasn't rolling my eyes at this, Detective Nowak, just... there's a lot going on, that's all."

Skeptically, Jude studied her a moment, before exiting the car.

Exhaling a long breath, Calico followed, albeit reluctantly.

"This way," Jude instructed, motioning with his hand, before himself heading toward the cabin.

While his back was to her, Calico dug her phone from her pocket and checked her messages, but there were no notifications. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but was definitely hoping for some news from Dane that he had the magic answer to solve all her problems. It was a lot to expect from a guy she'd just met, but the seed of hope he'd planted refused to wither - even as she looked upon that wretched cabin in the woods.

"What exactly are you hoping to achieve by bringing me here?" she asked, trying to keep the snark out of her tone.

"Just corroborating your story," Jude replied, this time not reacting to her irritation.

"It's not a story, it's the truth," she argued. "I inherited the cabin from my ex, showed up here and saw someone rotting inside - from the outside - and went straight to the police to report it."

"It's true we found no evidence of you inside," he agreed, walking her to the front of the a-frame cabin, where the entire wall was glass. "And our review of your vehicle's GPS data will ascertain your recent movements."

She could have complained, but what they'd find was she hadn't been anywhere near Cleaver until the day she discovered the corpse.

"Well, I look forward to being completed exonerated," she said, then fixed her gaze on the dark stain through the glass.

The shag-pile rug remained, sans corpse , the murky person-shaped mark providing a reminder someone had died.

"Has the ME determined cause of death?"

"More interested in the the cause than the identity of the deceased?" Jude queried, raising an eyebrow.

"Read into that whatever you like," she shrugged, peering into the cabin through the massive front windows. "So? I mean, I wouldn't be here if the death was ruled natural causes, right?"

"We're still waiting on toxicology," he revealed. "Tell me about Oscar Hollows."

"Narcissistic, over confident," she answered with a shrug. "Worked his way up out of next to nothing, but reached for more than he could handle and was entitled to, including in our marriage."

"Unfaithful?"

"Yep," she chuckled. "Got a woman pregnant, thought he could explain away his stupidity on alcohol."

"And the AVO?"

"Proud men can get very angry," she sniffed. "His reputation was in decline, his business was failing, and I wasn't interested in putting up with infidelity - it didn't sit well with him."

"So he used physical force."

"Got in a few lucky punches," she nodded, working her jaw. "But that was it. After that it was all just... pathetic. Drunken phone calls, sobbing, shouting, begging."

"Begging you to take him back," Jude posed.

"Yes," Calico nodded, recalling how much that had disgusted her. "He suggested we could all live happily together."

"You, he and this other woman - whose name is?"

"Alina Toffat," she replied. "I never met her, but spoke to her on the phone a couple of times."

"Initiated by?"

"Her," Calico laughed, shaking her head and turning to look out into the trees. "She thought we could share Oscar, raise her kid as a family. I told her about our split, the drinking, the order, but she didn't much want to hear it - she was enamored."

"You sound like you feel sorry for her," Jude observed, his tone changing a little.

"A little, I guess," Calico nodded, rolling her shoulders and looking back to him. "I told her no way, good luck and goodbye, and didn't hear from her after that. Oscar stopped calling, and eventually I get a call to inform me he'd wrapped himself around a tree and I was the proud owner of a death cabin."

Jude sniffed.

"Is this all a bit too dramatic for you?" she quipped, tucking her hair behind her ears and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Not at all," he replied, tipping his chin a little. "Alina Toffat: did you hate her?"

"Think the body's hers?" she answered with a question of her own.

"Now I have a name to run, we'll find out soon enough," he smiled thinly.

"Maybe Oscar killed her, before his death," she mused darkly. "He wasn't much for taking responsibility, so maybe he blamed her for things turning bad."

"Interesting theory," Jude replied.

"No less interesting than I killed someone," she pointed out. "Shall I pose a few more, or do you want to actually look at evid..."

She didn't hesitate to answer her phone when it rang, but didn't greet her caller by name.

"Dropped by the tavern, but Bill said you left early," Dane's voice sounded.

"I've been entertaining Detective Nowak at the cabin," she responded, making eye contact with the man in question, holding it as her pupils constricted a little. "But we're done here, so I should be back soon."

"Good. I have some people who'd like to meet you, people who might be able to help."

"Awesome. I'll be there soon. Thanks."

Lowering the phone, Calico finally blinked at Nowak, who actually flinched.

"By all means charge me with something you can't prove, Detective," Calico said, walking toward his vehicle. "But if not, I'd like a ride back to town, now."

She was half expecting him to handcuff her, but Jude did as she'd demanded, driving her back to town where he dropped her at the tavern. She thanked him, reiterated she wouldn't leave town - just yet - and headed inside.

The moment she crossed the threshold, she was met with a strong presence, a torrid swirl of incongruent calm and bitingly sharp that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She couldn't explain it, but the same instinct that had forced her to flee, to seek an alternative solution to her impending servitude to Ethan Cole, now whispered 'safety' into her ear.

"Hey," Dane prompted, stepping away from the bar and greeting her with a smile. "Rough morning?"

"Nowak is fishing," she scoffed, smiling, but her gaze was searching. "He hasn't even identified the corpse yet."

"No doubt he's got Cole breathing down his neck," Dane nodded, pointing to the stairs. "Miho and Jazz are waiting upstairs."

#werewolf #werewolf fiction #Miho #Jazz #Iconic duo #to trope or not to trope that is the question (is this s trope?)#original fiction #original characters #full of sass

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tetsunabouquet · 1 year

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Midorima and the dreaded new mascot

A/N I have gained like 2 followers this week and have had so many likes! To thank all of you for the love and support, I'm trying my first drabble! Inspired by Kagami and Nigou, tbh. (If anyone likes it, I might make a part 2. I left the owner's identity vague so if a part 2 comes, I could insert the reader into it if you gals want to as the owner is female. I want the owner to match the pet like Kuroko does with Nigou)

Midorima has loathed cats since childhood. It had started when he was 6, and just began elementary school. He had always been a particular unlucky fellow, and this was a time before he had found out listening to Oh Asa seemed to help. It had been a surprisingly cold day for April’s standards, and he remembered how his father would drive him to school back then. He recalled shivering when he stepped out of the car, and he didn't seemed to be the only one cold. A brown tabby cat seemed to be hiding near the school entrance, huddled together as if in need of warmth. Midorima had stuck his hand out to the cat, wanting to pet the miserable looking creature, but before his hand could even touch the feline, its green-grey cat eyes shot open and Midorima was sporting a large, stinging bloody scratchmark at his left wrist. It ran away as Midorima craddled his wrist, his big green eyes filling with tears as his father, who had still been watching from his car, rushed out of the vehicle and took him to the school where his hand would be bandaged by the infirmary nurse. Thus, he was far from amused when he spotted a cat lurking around Shutoku's gym hall, and even less when Takao picked it up. "Look Shin-Chan! What's this cutie doing here?" The small cat was mewing in protest, but it didn't behaved particularly violent. "I don't know, but it should leave. As in now, nanodayo." "Aww, Shin-Chan. Don't be so cold! What is it anyways?" Takao asked, looking down at the little calico, wondering if it would allow him to peek between its legs. "Probably a she. Calicos are typically female." Miyaji's younger brother, their new captain, spoke up, looking at her with the small smile of an animal person. Midorima, on the other hand, looked at him in utter horror. "Don't tell me you are accepting this beast on the court, no dayo." "Why not Shin-Chan? Seirin has their little guy, why shouldn't we have a fluffy little mascot?" "Because it's a filthy cat! It's gross and it will only hinder us during practise, no dayo! Besides, where did it come from anyways?!" Captain Miyaji's eye was twitching at Midorima's tantrum. "Midorima, we might not know where she comes from, but we are not kicking out a defenseless animal just because you're whining like a five year old, and that is final!" "I'm not whining, nanodayo!"

This went on for a few days, and Midorima had been carrying the biggest versions of the lucky items he could find to practise, hoping she'd go away. But no, she'd be there, during every practise with no one knowing where she came from and went. She had charmed everyone else on the team already, with her large golden-green eyes that seemed to possess some kind of magic. Because she only needed to blink at a person a couple of times, and they'd be completely smitten. It was akin to a beautiful girl batting her eyelashes. To Midorima, she was a monster however. She was way too interested in his lucky items, and he had been forced to touch her and keep her away from his items several times during practise. The worst thing was, everyone seemed more upset at him stalling practise to reprimand the feline, then with the feline's actions. It was when he told her off the first time today, that he could hear their manager gasp. Otsubo's younger sister, who had been sick for almost the entire week, was standing next to him. "Posi! So this is where you've been," she chirped, the cat mewing right back as if to reply. "Posi? So she's yours Tae-Chan?" Takao asked full of surprise. "No. She is my best friend's cat. Posi often sneaks into her school bag and walks around campus until school and our club activities have finished. I suppose Posi missed me when I was sick, considering the three of us always go to school together." Tae explained, the cat happily purring in response. Almost as if to say, "I'm glad you're better." Tae’s cheeks were surprisingly a bit red though, under Takao’s gaze. Midorima sighed in defeat, the owner was located like he had been hoping for, but it didn't seem to signal the end of Posi's visits. "Tae-san, do you think your friend would mind it if Posi were to be Shutoku's mascot? She's been a really positive influence these past few days, and she's a better threat to Shin-Chan then Kimura's pine apples," the Captain's smug voice filled the court room, and Midorima could only curse the gods as Tae replied, "No, not at all! She'd probably be happy to know Posi found a club of her own to enjoy." Midorima eyed Posi, and he could swear the cat winked at him. With a deep sigh, he returned to practise, Tae's coos and the cat's sweet purring filling the air, and this, is how Shutoku's team finally became complete with a mascot of their own.

Who knows what the future has in store for them. Who’s Posi’s owner? Does Tae have a crush on Takao? If so, does he return it? Will other teams be adopting pet mascots? And if so, what kind of pets? Will Posi and Nigou get along? Only time (and positive feedback) can tell.

#drabble #cats #knb #midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #midorima #takao #shutoku #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basuke #mascot #basketball team

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slepyicarus · 1 year

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Lesson 1

Chapter 1: The calm before the summoning

Tags: meantion of anxiety, bad familial connections, parental anger (not directed at mc), theft of private information

Icarus laughed. " What the hell! Why was the Netto dog car here! And it parked infront of the Rewe?! Thats a power move!" His father laughed too while pulling into the parking lot of Icarus' Apartment Complex. "Thats a good Question, Püppi!"

Both Nox family members got out the car with icarus taking his golden round glasses off to clean them "Its really nice out today. Want to eat the cake I made on my balceny, Papa? The cat net is installed so Lavendel cant hurt herself or fall off. I got some really comfy chairs too on it now for cheap!" The older Nox coughed and smiled, taking the gorceries they got for Icarus out the trunk " Sure. Why not? What did you bake by the way?" Skipping to his door and letter box he put the now clean tinted glasses back on. "Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte! I had alot of cherries and chocolate at home still and felt like eating it!", the young blond explained opening his letter box in the meantime.

"..A red letter?? Who uses that?"

"Maybe one of your Letter friends? They used pretty colorful envelops right?"

"Yeah your right. Maybe my american or canadian friend replied.", Icarus hummed happily, "I'll better open this one upstairs. Don't wanna lose the stickers they usually send me!" His Father nodded smiling and gave his son one of the bags, following said boy into his Apartment COmplex and up the countless stairs.

Setting down the tray with tea and cake Icarus hummed one of the many sounds stuck in his head form click clack. "Did I forget anything? Oh I already added Honey, Papa. No need for sugar. Honey is better for your throat.", Icarus calmly rambled on, "Oh the red letter! I wonder if Aiden or Thomas answered!" Skipping back inside Icarus grabbed the letter sitting on his shelf.

Upon seeing his precious cat laying next to it he had to smile and giggled. "Well hello my beautiful little Tiger. How is the Air up there? Your protecting Papa's Mail? Good little Tiger~", the boy cooed at the purring cat. Calmly he took the letter, petting the head of the calico cat at the same time which pawed at her owners hand, almost as if trying to take the letter away again making said owner giggle even more.

Sitting down next to his father Icarus put the letter on the table. Still smiling he started hummung again earning a smile from his father "You have been humming that melody quite often nowadays? Where do you know it from?" "A repeating dream. A pretty lady with soft purple hair hums it everytime before she sees me. I guess it got suck in my head.", the younger Nox explained smiling serving his father a slice of his homemade cake frist.

Taking the letter and the unused knife Icarus opened the red letter smiling while his father started eating his cake piece, still oblivious to what was its contents.

"Congratulations!

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the

Royal Academy of Diavolo.

We are looking forward to welcoming you as part of our new exchange program.

Yours sincerely,

Diavolo"

"...Hä??", Icarus exclaimed confused and showed his father the letter, "What's this?? I've never signed up for anything. You know how careful I am!" Thinking about the situation his father scoffed "It must have been your grandfather then. How did your Opa get your school certificates tho? And your resume?"

"Wish I knew..That Alter Sack knows nothing most the time of modern tech. And I don't keep in touch with him, you know how much I dislike him. Only wanted to visit while Oma was still alive as i adored her as you know.", still seeing his father look unhappy he contuined with a dumb joke he thought of in that moment to lift the mood of the older man," You could think he is a demon with how crazy he can be while somehow getting stuff like that."

Looking at his father he knew shit hit the fan.

Getting his dad upset was already hard but the gentle man angry was almost mission impossible. But there he sat, red acceptance letter in hand and his seething father next to him.

"Do you know why he could do this? Like is there an old promise i don't know of..?", the now unsure son asked his father, seeing the dark eys of his father looked almost ablaze. Angry his faher explained "My Mother, so your biological grandma, always regretted that none of her kids could study at a the renounced Academy in my home country. So she safed up as much as she could and put our family name on the waiting list. I guess Opa got the mail that we have a spot now and filled everything out to send you to honor his late wifes wish for once in his bloody life time. But that he didnt even ask!" "Yeah, asking me would have been nice.. especially as I am working on getting a place in the Gardner's Training for over a year now..and I have a cat. I don't think I can take Lavendel to the dorm", the younger worried, biting his lip get his anxiety down. Not helping the anger of his father.

They sat in silence, both having a different reason, before Icarus father sighed "Is there at least a date on when u have to be there?"

Icarus flipped the letter before he answered "It says in a week and that they will get me. I also don't have to worry about anything, they will take care of it...wierd..they say I'm one of two human students? What.." His father nervously took his cup and drank a bit which didn't slip the watchful boy's attention. Something is up...Papa is nervous., he thought. Thinking better as to ask his father he took a slice of cake. "If Mama will take Lavendel? She took her in when I had to go into the clinic too. As I know you can't, you have Pünktchen and Yuukii.", Icarus thought out loud. "Ask her. She seems better these day. And your brother will be happy about the company too.", his father encouraged him.

Icarus nodded in thought again, there were a few things to do before he could go to the Academy. His guardians needed to know, his halfway house too as well as his social worker in the worker's department. He sighed and decided that was a problem for tomorrows Icarus. Today, he would enjoy the little peace with his father and cat he had before he had to be busy.

Somewhere a star watched the boy calmly, deciding the young boy should know of his orgin..as the stars last dying wish..

To be continued..

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #mc!icarus #slepy wrote something #mc! stories

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starfallen-tears · 2 years

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i have this character i named after a song i originally heard in 2019. they were made for fun, but ended up emotionally tied to a persona i created. as someone to always be there.

the song has always let me reflect on life and the ending of it. on relationships and loving other beings in this world. it’s my own private little memorial. a beautiful landscape full of flowers and waterfalls and stars.

there’s a beautiful ginger tabby cat sitting in the dew laden grass, looking at me with his perfect little eyes. he’s surrounded by other figures. some are people. there are other cats. there’s a big, old dog with dandelion puffs all around him. there’s some guinea pigs, too.

sometimes i’m myself as i am now - a full 5′7′’, clad in a hoodie and pajama pants. sometimes i have bracelets on that have been broken for years. sometimes i’m wearing a flower crown from a fair i haven’t been to in 5 years. sometimes i’m ten again, in a blue jacket with bitten strings. sometimes i’m four, hair in braids with click-clacky hair ties on the ends in purples and blues.

i walk with that tabby cat. i play with him and sing to him. i can forget having to watch him die in my mother’s arms. we can play together, like we did when i was young. i tease him about the hole in his sock - the orange toe of his otherwise white paw. he sniffs a flower and sneezes. he still has allergies.

he sits in my lap and i watch a kitten and guinea pig play together. they both think they’re the same animal as the other. the kitten has the most beautiful blue eyes. the guinea pig is small, but mighty. and they play for hours and hours.

a great big grey cat comes to my side, his ears shredded by battles both won and lost. he is quiet, but i run my hand over his head, watching his eyes squint shut. a black cat joins him not long after, lanky and smooth, his grey-streaked fur no longer rumpled. his eyes are both golden once again. and he meows - a cutting sound that my family always disliked, but that i loved. i raise my hand and he rubs against it.

there’s a little calico cat, too. she’s following a white and grey cat, looking curious. she’s so small compared to him, a big long beast of a kitty. and then he sees me. he yams. and i think of feeding him in the evening when he was getting a little too loud. i could laugh about it now. the little calico looks at me curiously, with her gorgeous eyes.

sometimes someone will come up to me and all the animals will scurry away - except for the ginger tabby. he’s always there, always beside me.

sometimes it’s a little girl, with skin a few shades lighter than mine. her glasses are chocolate brown and aqua blue, and i love them. she’s wearing the achromatic patterned hat with that purple flower i’ll never forget. we talk, loud and boisterous, about tv shows i haven't watched since i was eight and nine, about toys i haven’t been able to play with in a good handful of years. she makes me smile, just like she always did. i’ll always wish i could find her again.

sometimes it’s an old grizzled biker, skin reddened and patchy by hours and hours on the open road. his hair and beard are the dirtiest of dirty blonde, but his voice is kind. i sit and listen as he stands beside me. occasionally he’ll ask me if i ever managed to put a toy car down the drain again. for the record, the answer is no.

sometimes it’s a much younger black man. rectangle framed glasses and a hat on his head. he smiles big each time. he sits with me and if i can, i play with my necklace. he has the same one, to match my father. he always asks me how i’m doing, popping open a container of orange tic-tacs. and i tell him that i’ll be alright.

and sometimes that person is a tall as hell white boy with bleached blonde hair and a wild look in his eyes. he takes me for a walk- or a run, if we’re being literal. we chat, we shout, and we sing. he makes me laugh. i tell him that i miss him. i wonder if he misses me too, but he never says. what matters is that he is there, and i can listen to him again. he’s still a legend in my eyes.

occasionally that person is someone else. people i care for with my whole heart, friends i left behind, friends who left me behind, too. and i love them all.

but at the end, it’s always me and that ginger tabby. he wipes the tears from my face with his fur that smells of sunlight and fabric softener. there will never, ever be another like him, but that’s okay. i am loved. and those who live on in my memory are too.

#wil writes #... i don't know what this is #i am sad.#tw animal death #tw death #tw suicide #all are mentioned or implied #the ginger tabby's name is samwise #the other cats are tyrion (tabby kitten); meko (grey cat); loca (black cat); chase (white and grey); and sap (calico)#the guinea pig is named bandit #there are... many others #the humans names i must keep to myself. but they were a childhood friend; an uncle; a godfather; and a friend i miss every day

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fxckingghxst · 3 years

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Kittens

Pairing: Corpse Husband x male!reader

Genre: fluff!!!

Warnings: none

WC: 1.7k

Request: corpse and male!reader adopt kittens that's the request make it extra fluff

A/N: heyoooo soo fluff fluff fluff ahead. Works been kissing my ass so this was later than I had hoped for but I hope you guys like this! Thanks for requesting hun!

“Y/n… this is a lot of responsibility.” Corpses’ voice of reason makes you pout as you look down at the box you were holding. The four calico kittens moving and wriggling around like no tomorrow.

“I know it is, but we can do it! Plus what do you expect me to do, put them back on the side of the highway where I found them?!” You answer him and give him your best puppy eyes. You knew he felt the same as you did and that he wanted to keep these kittens just as much as you did. But he was probably doubting he could take care of them since there were so many of them and they were still so young.

“Let’s take care of them for a few weeks, and if it proves to be too much then we’ll go to a shelter and give them to the veterinarians.” You offer a compromise and put your hand on the box to scratch one of their cute little faces. You puff your lip out as you watch the kitten move it’s head to follow your finger. You mumble out a small ‘so cute,’ and Corpse smiles at the sight. His mind was made up.

“Yeah sure. Let's do it.” He agrees and you beam up at him excitedly.

“All of them will be a part of the chungus family.” Corpse says as he reaches in to grab the biggest kitten. “Large chungus.” He grabs the smallest one with his other hand. “Extra small chungus.” He pauses and looks at the other two kittens. “That one is medium chungus and the other is small chungus.” He names them all and you chuckle lightly.

“Medium chungus actually look a bit bigger than large chungus.” You comment as you point to the two kittens. Corpse darts his eyes between both of the cats then picks them up in both hands, holding them side by side and viewing them from every angle.

“You’re right.” He mutters. “Then this is large chungus and this is medium chungus.” He switches their names as he holds each one up to its respective names.

“Awesome, I love it.” You comment with a small snicker. “Now let’s go to the pet store and buy some necessities.”

On the drive over you had looked up “how to take care of kittens” and various other websites related to their care and maintenance. You knew you needed food and bedding and bowls just off the top of your head, but what kind of food, which bedding, and what bowls were you supposed to get. You had no idea how old these kittens were just by looking at them. Corpse had no clue either.

“Maybe the pet people will know.” You say as you both get out of the car. Corpse grabs a cart and you set the box full of kittens down in the little seat meant for kids. It’s an odd fit, but the kittens don’t seem to mind the weird angle.

“You push the cart and watch the kittens, I’ll grab everything.” You say as you pull up the tabs on your phone again, flicking through the lists’ and memorizing what you needed to buy. You enter the store, Corpse following along behind you, and you immediately look for an employee to see if maybe they could help you out a bit.

“Excuse me, I have a few questions to ask you.” You say as you approach a worker. She looks up from what she was doing and greets you with a smile.

“Of course, how can I help you?” She says and you turn and motion for Corpse to come forward with the kittens. He gets the hint and pushes the cart so the worker is able to see the little munchkins in the box. She awes immediately and reaches out to pet some of them.

“How old are these kittens?” You ask as she picks one up and holds it in her hands.

“Hmm.” She inspects its eyes and ears and it’s legs before answering. “They're maybe a month old.” She says before setting the one she grabbed back in the box with their siblings. “Did you find them?” She asks as she turns to you.

“Yeah, they were on the side of the highway in this box.” You say and she shakes her head at the thought of someone abandoning these helpless little kittens.

“I can help you get everything you’re gonna need for them, if you’d like me to.” She says and you quickly nod your head.

“Yes, please. We have no idea where to start.”

The worker, whose name you learned was Alicia, took you both throughout the entire store and pointed out some items that you would be needing. You also get some extra things like toys, blankets, a bed, a tunnel, and even a big scratching post for when they’re older.

She checked you both out and gave the kittens one last pet goodbye before you both thanked her for her help and left the store.

“You think she was helping us, or trying to get us to spend over $300?” Corpse jokes and you laugh.

“Stop it. I think she was actually helping us. It just so happened that everything we needed for these little rugrats was expensive as shit.” You say as you open the trunk to the car.

“Yeah, the chungus’s better appreciate all this stuff.” Corpse says as he loads in the cat tree first. You snort at how he calls them ‘chungus’s’ and help him load the car, still keeping an eye on the kittens in the seat. Once the cart is empty you grab the box and head towards the passenger side while Corpse puts the cart away. You pet the kittens and talk to them about how you and Corpse are their new dads and that they're in safe hands now. Corpse gets in and looks over at you and the kittens before tuning on the engine.

“We ready to go?” He asks and you nod your head while pulling medium chungus out of the box to play with. He, or she, you're not quite sure what gender they are actually. Maybe you should’ve asked that girl about that as well.

“How do you know what gender it is?” You ask as you raise it above your head to check. You look, but you’re still not sure.

“Can you tell what it is?” Corpse asks as he watches you out of the corner of his eye. It was amusing to see you lifting a mewling kitten above your head. “Would if it just started peeing on you.” Corpse blurts out and starts laughing. You lower the cat and give him a pointed look, but he’s bannging his hand against the steering wheel and rocking in his seat with uncontrollable laughter. You can’t help but smile.

“If medium chungus starts to pee, I'll turn him towards you.” You say as you emphasize the gender of the cat.

“It’s a boy?” Corpse asks excitedly.

“I’m pretty sure. Like 85% sure.” You reply as you begin to check the other kittens to determine their gender. “Okay, medium, extra small, and small are all boy’s and large is a girl.” You establish as Corpse turns onto your street.

After parking the car, the hard part was just beginning as you both struggled to carry all your items up the stairs and into your apartment. Corpse took another trip back down to get the cat tree while you stayed to prepare their food just like how the lady from the pet store said. You also turned on a youtube video that showed you what to do. The food was ready by the time Corpse got back.

“Just in time, babe! Come help me.” You call out and he comes into the kitchen as you’re filling the two bottles with the formula. You screw on the caps and test the temperature on the back of your hand. “Alright, they’re both good. Time to feed the babies.” You say and follow Corpse back into the living room where the kittens are. Firstly, you take the four of them out of the box and put them on the new blanket that you had spread out earlier. You grab some pillows and make a border around the blanket before sitting down on one of the pillows; Corpse following suit. “Okay so the video said to hold them like this when you feed them.” You start as you pick up a kitten and position it in your hand. Corpse watches and grab the closest kitten before holding it like you were. “Good, then you just…” You pause as you put the nipple of the bottle near the kitten's mouth and it latches on immediately, “...let it eat.” Soon enough you both are feeding two out of four kittens easily.

“Oh, c’mon little one. Get that nipple.” Corpse mutters as large chungus detaches and starts fumbling.

“Oh, god. Please don’t tell them to ‘get that nipple’.” You repeat with a laugh as you angle your bottle a little bit higher since medium chungus was almost done.

Your kitten finishes first and you set him down gently, since he now has a full belly, and walks back into the kitchen to make another batch of formula for the other two. Corpse comes in minutes later and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close as you empty the contents of the pot into the two bottles. It was a sweet gesture, one that made your stomach flutter, and you turned around to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiles, so naturally and so giddy from such a small action it makes you love him even more.

“Y’know, these kittens are kind of like our kids.” You mention as you give him a look from the corner of your eye, gauging his reaction. You hand him one of the bottles and you both start to head back to the living room. You look over at him and he has his head tilted slightly in thought.

“You’re right. These little fur babies are our little fur babies.” He replies before sitting back in his spot and grabbing one of the other kittens who hasn’t been fed. His comment has you smiling ear to ear.

“We‘re not actually gonna name them all chungus are we?”

“God no.”

“God, no.”

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radioprune · 2 years

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ok so listen (re: magnetic south.) you have your opening medley. okay well first of all you have calico girlfriend which contrary to what me having this url may lead you to believe i actually prefer to calico girlfriend samba because i heart production and slide guitar and bands that are made up of guys in a band and then you have what was (controversially) my favorite version of nine times blue until we unearthed the secret alternate version from raritees i guess and literally the right speaker in that song makes life worth living like the drum and bass on this nine times blue are literally special and then you have your whisper vocals and then it goes into little red rider and shout out to john london lowkey the mvp of this album (he also played on sweet baby james!!) the bass is SPECTACULAR throughout and i love little red rider because it’s about ME a commuter on the subway

and then you have the crippled lion aka literally blue is the color of the sun you tell ‘em and then it’s fucking JOANNE. hello and then i’m not joking when i say i love the first national rag like literally girls when a guy is silly and goofy.

and then you have mama nantucket which like i almost shant speak about because it’s old news BUT i can’t unfeel the feeling i felt when i first heard it and was like um. is he yodeling wait why are these deceptively simple lyrics speaking to my very soul um i do love it here on the range? but i would love it more if it changed?? i do see all the people running coming from miles around everybody singing a different tune????? i do see them all fall down??????? anyway.

the keys to the car is no one’s favorite song but you can’t deny that it sounds nice and follows mama nantucket nicely with the classic country vocals okay and then you literally have hollywood. he’s like listen we already know you listened to a reworking of a monkees song as the first track to this record and i want you to know that that’s what you’re getting now like the past is OVER it SUCKED i’m OVER IT the things i tried to be made a WRECK out of me um.

you’re the one rose that’s left in my heart comma dear to trick you into thinking once again this is a cute country album but then he hits you with the EXUBERANT VOCALS because yeah the past sucked hollywood sucked but literally beyond the blue horizon waits a beautiful day. goodbye to things that bore me, joy is waiting for me. i see a new horizon, my life has only begun. BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON LIES A RISING SUN!!!!!

#album review complete. 100/10

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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What do you think would happen if MC (in an attempt to keep it away from him) tucked Goldie under their boob?

[A bra is the best wallet but underneath even a C-cup boob is damn near Fort Knox (or the tower of London, I.e. Impenatrable fortresses)]

lmaooo. Let’s us gather round and pray for Mammon’s remaining sanity. What little remands. The himbo never saw it coming. I’m weak and got a little spicy at the end, apologies if that’s not what you wanted my heart was thirsty for ONE greed man;.;

A/N I originally called this work Tiity prison bc I have a sense of humor lol.

Hope ya like!

To say he is conflicted is an understatement. Depending on when and where you do the titty lockdown will change how he reacts.

If it's at school, he is a mess. I’m talking about the works. He’s red in the face, can’t focus, and sweating the whole rest of the school day. He is definitely torn between fighting his goldie withdrawals and making a pass at your chest.

He won’t do the latter, as much as he threatens it. He may be scummy but he has a code of conduct (most of the time). You get a kick out of watching him try not to stare at your chest and getting smacked by Lucifer when caught.

If it’s on Lucifer’s orders to keep his card away from him he’ll have a bit more control but will bitch the WHOLE day. Honestly, you might give it back just to shut him up.

He won’t outright grab your chest or physically try to snatch it. He’ll try to be sneaky about it. Dropping stuff and making you bend over to grab it. “I swear I ain’t try nothin’”. Right.

If desperate enough he’ll just downright pick you up off your feet and jiggle you like a piggy bank. Like I said, he has a code of conduct. It’s just kinda flexible sometimes.

“C-come on! Give ‘er back.” Mammon pleads, pulling off his classic bagger’s pout. Good thing you were immune. His toned arms cage you in, your back resting on one of the school’s marble walls. “How am I going to buy lunch?”

“I made you lunch.” You laugh. Ducking under his arms you make your way to the dining hall ignoring his flustered shouts. He’ll follow soon enough. The promise of your cooking and potentially nabbing goldie back was too great for him to ignore. Sure enough, he slinks in a few minutes after you. His shades now out and perched on his nose. Even hidden under the tinted glasses, you could see his flushed cheeks and darting eyes. “Better eat now, Beel is going to join us today.” You say around a mouthful of food. He whines but forces himself to focus on his quickly cooling food.

He follows you even closer than before after lunch, barely a hair’s breadth from your back. His clever fingers pinching and pulling at the bottom of your shirt in the crowded hallway. “Please~” He whimpers through his teeth after your swat his hands away again. “I swear I won’t use her.”

You plop down at your desk. “If you’re not going to use her, then she is safe where she is.” You stick your tongue out and give the boob hiding goldie a lovely squeeze. Mammon groans as if stabbed, teeth bared and fangs growing in a mix of frustration and want. “Babe come on. Ya’ killing me.” His eyes are glued to where your hand rests.

Before you can respond a leather-clad hand smacks Mammon across the back of his head. Mammon yips in fright. “I will kill you first if you don’t keep your eyes up at the board.” The cold warning from Lucifer was enough to shut you both up for the rest of the class. You watch him disappear when the bell chimes. His next period was across campus while you were stuck here for another hour. Your phone buzzes the moment his designer boots disappear out the door.

Pretty Boy: what did you do to Mammon?

You: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

You catch Asmo’s eye from his seat a few rows back from you. He winks at you, thumbs flying across his lit screen.

Pretty Boy: Bull- tell me your secrets. I haven’t seen him that flustered in eons, not since Helen paid a visit.

You: Got “asked” by Lucifer to keep Goldie away from Mammon for the day. A limited edition car he wants just got released. Luci is still paying off Mammon’s last shopping spree, so he’s on ice till tomorrow afternoon.

Pretty Boy: Ouch- you not telling him where it is?

You: Oh no. He knows exactly where it is. He is just too nervous to go for it.

You hear Asmo’s scandalous gasp behind you earning you both a glare from the professor. You bite your tongue to hide a chuckle. The professor turns with a huff, and Asmo starts up all over again.

Pretty Boy: Is it in your pants! Can I take a look ;*

You: No and No.

Pretty Boy: Ah- he was always a chest man. Good luck with that, he can hold out for only so long :)

What does that mean? You whip your head around waiting for an explanation text. Asmo has the gall to ignore you, busy reapplying his lip gloss. Even if he wasn’t looking at you, you knew that impish smile was for you. Turning back around in your seat you shiver, now you weren’t sure if you should be scared or excited.

The rest of the day passes quietly. Too quietly. It gives you the jitters. Every corner of the school could be a potential hiding spot for one conniving demon. You weren’t expecting him to attack you, not outright. Yet, you were expecting some sort of retaliation. The last bell of the day came sooner than you expected and it was time for afterschool activities. Packing your bag you wave off Beel and Satan, assuring them you would be fine to walk to the music and arts wing by yourself. They had their own clubs to get to anyway.

Making your way to your activity you feel the hair on the back of your neck began to rise. Something wasn’t sitting right with you. You look up and around. No one was in the corridors, not even a stray teacher rushing to the breakroom. Odd. You peak over your shoulder and frown. Even the air was still. Chalking it up to a probably very haunted school, you pick up the pace. Even if you didn’t believe in the ghost stories like Luke, it was best to just never find out. No matter what hallway you took or how fast you walked the feeling of being watched only intensified. Your flight or fight instinct kicked in.

Who could you call if you need help? Where in the hells was Mam- was that your pencil case? You skid to a halt bemused. There, in the middle of the floor was your favorite case. The calico kitty design stares up at you innocently from the floor. You open your bag to double-check. You could have sworn you had thrown it in there after last period. Did it fall out? Had you taken this path before? You approached it cautiously, bending down to grab it.

Strong arms wrap around your waist locking around you like a spring trap. They lift you up and up and up. It was so sudden you could do nothing but squeak in surprise, pencil case clutched tightly to your chest. Were you really going to die here? Caught in such a childish trap...wait. “Seriously Mammon!” The fear disappears, replaced now with exasperation. He grunts ignoring your words to shake you slightly. You yelp feeling goldie and your bra shift. “Oh, my Gods. Mammon! I know you can do better than this.”

“Shut up! I’m desperate.”

Unbelievable. "That's the best you got? Really, I’m kinda insulted." Mammon stops shaking you, his arms loosening enough for you to turn around to face him. He looks up at you batting his long lashes. “Put me down.” It wasn’t a pact order, but firm. He pouts but sets you back on the ground gently. Not before giving you a hearty squeeze. You catch his hand sneaking up the side of your shirt with a raised brow. "Why didn't you just make a grab for it in the first place?"

He scoffs turning pink. "'M allowed ta just cop a feel whenever I want now?"

"Absolutely not, not in public at least. I like you breathing."

“Could have fooled me,” Mammon chuckles. He glances around the empty hallway then back to you. A slow rolling purr starts deep in his throat. "Though, there is no one here now." Slowly his dexterous fingers glide back over your sides. His touch is searing on your shirt. You could feel goldie pulsing underneath the cotton of your bra. The plastic seemingly growing warmer than your skin as his hand travels closer. You do nothing, watching his face grow hungrier with each passing centimeter as he gets close to his prize. “What’s stopping me now?”

“Just you.” He stops at the side of your chest, eye wide and greedy. You could feel him trying to temper himself. His adrenaline, fear, lust, and his raw cardinal desire thicking the air around you. It all pulsed red hot in his veins and travels down to yours. He wanted more than just goldie now. His natural magnetism pulling you in closer. You wanted him, you wanted him to just take it- take everything. The pact mark slams shut, its heat snuffed out like a candle. "Mammon?" Had your teasing gone too far?

"Hold tight to her till tonight." He growls tapping your chest possessively. His many gold rings resemble talons as he drags his fingers across the stitching of your school uniform. "I'll come for her tonight," He leans in, smoke and leather clouds your sense. "and I'll be taking a tithe for all the trouble you caused me too." His husky promise sends a shiver down your spine, gut twisting in anticipation. Mammon's bright blue eyes jump over your shoulder, a frown grows on his beautiful face, he could hear footsteps approaching from your club room. Probably the angels looking for you. Brushing his lips across your cheek he parts, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Be ready. You know I always come to collect."

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #this was fun lol #requests

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 9

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

You’re glad to hear that Jimin has been making improvements and you make sure to receive daily updates about his condition. Even if he isn’t ready to go home, certain situations arise which may need you to start rehabilitating him at your home instead.

‘Echo, we have some bad news. - Charlie’

‘I’m listening... - Echo’

‘We know you checked the pet of the recent fighting ring’s leader into an institute but we have insider news that the leader’s men that managed to get away are looking for him. - Bravo’

‘They have good security at the institute. - Echo’

‘No, there’s a tip that they have a mole in there already. Waiting to get to the calico cat hybrid and get him out. Their leader is still in holding so we’re not sure what they want to do with him when they break him out. Either give him to the next appointed leader or sell him for his rarity. - Alpha’

‘I’ll get him out. Thanks for the tip. - Echo’

After 5 seconds, the chat times out and deleted itself, leaving you to stare at the blank screen of your computer. This was not good news, Jimin may be in trouble. If something happens to him, you’ll never forgive yourself.

“Jinnie, Namjoon.” You called them. The nursery was closed today so it was only the 2 of them with you at home.

“Jimin may be in danger, we have to go get him out. Right now. I’m not wasting a second and risking his safety. I’ll explain more on the way there but get changed. We’re leaving.” You said quickly and they nodded, heading back to their rooms to change. You called Dr. Lee to let her know you will be heading over as it was an emergency.

“So, what’s going on? Jimin is not ready to be discharged yet.” Namjoon asked as you drove.

“I got word from my organisation. That Jimin’s previous owner’s men are looking for him. There’s a possibility that they have a mole in the facility he is at.” You explained.

“But didn’t you say he was arrested?” Jin pointed out.

“He is... But I guess he still has men on the outside. They’re either reclaiming their’s boss’ pet or going to sell him. You know how rare male calico cats are, even though he is a hybrid, I guess the same logic applies too.” You sighed, finally arriving at the institute.

“I got your text.” Dr. Lee rushed out to you when you entered the lobby. Casting all the other workers a glance, you pushed her to her office, Namjoon and Jin trailing behind you.

“I need to check Jimin out.” You started.

“He’s not ready to be. I know I told you he’s improving but he can’t leave.” She shook her head. You began to explain to her the situation.

“Ah! Why didn’t you start with that?!” She slapped your shoulder.

“I’ll let you take him home but he has to be on these medications. He’s still not as stable yet.” Going to her patient cabinet, she handed you a few bottle of pills with Jimin’s name on them. Jin took them, placing them in his bag to hold them for you.

“Let’s go get your hybrid.” She took her keys. The 3 of you followed her to Jimin’s ward. Jin and Namjoon decided to stand outside to guard you while you went in. You were greeted by Jimin’s back.

“Jiminie?” You called. Hearing your tinkling voice, Jimin’s ears twitched as he turned around slowly.

“(y/n)...?” He gasped in disbelief.

“Hey, sweetie. I’m here to take you home.” You whispered. He ran to you and hugged you tightly, burying his head against your chest.

“You let them take me... You abandoned me. I thought you hated me and didn’t want me anymore. You didn’t even say goodbye to me. You just let them take me and left with the others.” He whimpered. You rubbed his back soothingly to comfort him. Of course, hearing this broke your heart. You never meant to make him feel like you abandoned him.

“I would never abandon you or hate you, Jiminie. I knew you would be safe here, I did it so you would get better. It was never to hurt you. I’m sorry.” You kissed his forehead.

“We’ll talk more at home, alright? We have to go now.” You held his hand. He nodded his head. Dr. Lee handed you his file.

“Take care, Jimin.” She smiled and he bowed his head slightly. You led him out, your two other hybrids joining you as you headed to the car. Namjoon drove with Jin in the passenger seat.

“You’ve gained some weight, you look better.” You stroked Jimin’s head. He purred under your touch.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“Okay.” He nodded his head. You did see that Jimin had gotten better. Besides putting on some needed weight, he wasn’t as anxious, jumpy or scared as before. He seemed a lot calmer and less afraid when he saw Namjoon and Jin. Also, he didn’t try to be possessive of you like before.

“We’re here.” Namjoon broke the silence and you nodded, getting out. Jimin actually let Jin bring him to his allocated room. You gave him some of Yoongi’s old clothes to wear.

“(y/n), as much as I don’t think Jimin is in the right condition to be here... I think it was a good call getting him out.” Namjoon spoke.

“Thank you for saying that. I hope Yoongi understands that too. He’s just edgy around Jimin because I got scratched the last time.” You sighed, not wanting to imagine the panther’s temper.

“Yoongi hyung always had a bad temper. But he’ll never get angry with you. You did it for Jimin’s safety. Even if the situation isn’t ideal, I’m sure Yoongi hyung isn’t the kind to want to risk any other hybrids’ safety either.” Namjoon shrugged and you nodded in agreement.

“You always know what to say, Joon.” You patted his head.

“I just want you to be okay, alright?” He smiled, his dimple popping out as he leaned in to rub his cheek against yours.

“I’m so glad to have you, Namjoon.” You hummed as you leaned in, melting under his touch. He pulled away and pressed a kiss to your temple before leaving you. You went up to Jimin’s new room and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Jimin said softly.

“Hey, Jiminie.” You called and he went to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sat on his bed and Jimin laid his head in your lap.

“Please don’t leave me again.” He said softly.

“Oh, sweetie. I never left you. I would never. I’ve always been receiving updates about how you’re doing, making sure you’re sleeping well and eating enough. But I just couldn’t see you or else you wouldn’t have gotten better. I’m so proud of you and how much you have improved, Jiminie.” You ran your fingers through his hair.

“I promise to keep improving.” Jimin said, sleepily.

“I’m happy to hear that. We’ll take it slow and work on it together.” You chuckled. As you softly massaged his scalp, Jimin’s eyes started closing and soon, he was asleep.

You had fallen asleep as well, leaning against the headboard with Jimin’s head still planted in your lap. Yoongi had come home with Taehyung. The others didn’t need to tell him, he could smell it the moment he entered the house.

“Who’s here?” Yoongi asked.

“Jimin.” Taehyung pointed out. Namjoon and Jin grabbed the two, bringing them to the kitchen. They gathered around the kitchen island and the two began telling the panther and tiger what happened today.

“The situation isn’t ideal but please, all she’s worried about now is Jimin’s safety and whether you will be angry with her when she finds out. I know we’re all concerned about her safety but we have to give her some credit and trust her decisions.” Namjoon said.

“She makes it sound like all I do is get angry with her.” Yoongi scoffed.

“I think if we all help her with rehabilitating Jimin, it’ll benefit us all. If we all just keep fighting him, he won’t get better. He may get worse and (y/n) will be at the receiving end of it.” Taehyung pointed out.

“That’s a good idea, Tae. We’ll try to help with what we can.” Jin patted the tiger on his head.

“You two go wash up. I’ll get started on dinner with Namjoon. Don’t wake them up yet.” Jin said. Yoongi and Taehyung nodded, going to their rooms. Taehyung finished and sat in front of Jimin’s door, looking up at it. He was waiting for you to wake up so he could give you a hug, like he always does when he’s comes home from work.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the tiger.

“Waiting for (y/n) to wake up. I want my hug.” Taehyung pouted, not taking his eyes off the wooden door.

“It’s starting to get cold, come help me bring the heating lamps out.” Yoongi called the younger. Taehyung nodded, looking back at the door before going to help Yoongi. They brought out the heating lamps from the storage.

“Cold already?” Jin teased.

“Shut up.” Yoongi mumbled, laying out the futon with blankets and pillows in the corner of the living room. Taehyung spread the heating lamps around and turned them on. Jin and Namjoon were not affected by the cold, Jin being an arctic fox and Namjoon being a wolf.

“Boys?” Hearing your voice, Taehyung dropped everything and ran off.

“You were sleeping for so long! I had to wait for my hug.” He huffed and you laughed, patting his back.

“Umm...” Jimin stood there, playing with the hem of his sweater as he watched Taehyung hug you. Taehyung lifted his head, blinking at the smaller boy. Suddenly, he pulled Jimin into a hug, making him stiffen.

“Tae, you shouldn’t-”

“Welcome to the house, friend.” Taehyung said. Hearing that, Jimin visibly relaxed a little, awkwardly wrapped his arms around the taller boy. Taehyung grabbed your hand and Jimin’s bringing the two of you to the kitchen. You were surprised by Taehyung’s attitude towards Jimin but glad to see him accepting the calico cat nonetheless.

You guessed that Jin and Namjoon has told Taehyung and Yoongi about the new tenant that would be staying in the house with you.

“Good evening.” You greeted everyone.

“You’re beautiful even with your bed hair.” Yoongi teased, running his fingers through your hair to even it out.

“Stop.” You blushed, shoving him gently.

“Everyone, this is Jimin. He will be staying with us for now. Jiminie, this is Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon and Taehyung.” You held Jimin’s hand. The 4 gave him acknowledging nods.

“Well, I hope you like chicken, Jimin.” Jin said, placing the pan of spicy stir fried chicken in the middle of the island. You and Yoongi helped to plate the side dishes while Taehyung took the plates and cutlery out. Jimin stood there awkwardly, not knowing how he could help.

“Come.” You waved him over to sit. Jimin sat between you and Taehyung. Yoongi still kept his place on your left.

“What’s your schedule tomorrow?” Jin asked you as everyone ate.

“It’s a long day. 20 hour shift. Head nurse Park told me the OR is fully booked. My first one is at 8 am.” You groaned, already knowing how tired you’re going to be after such a long shift.

“You’ll be gone for 20 hours?” Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Yeah. It’s normal, especially since the hospital is short staffed now.” You sighed, placing a piece of chicken in Jimin’s bowl. Jimin nodded but looked down. It finally dawned on you that you didn’t think about who would be with Jimin while you were at work. Taking days off were difficult and all your other hybrids were working.

After dinner, you paced by the window, biting your nail as you tried to come up with a solution. Bringing Jimin to the hospital with you would not be any better since you can’t stay by his side. He would just have to stay in your office alone.

“Snowflake~” Jin called from behind you. You stopped gazing out the window and turned around.

“You’re gonna get wrinkles from all your frowning before you even hit 30.” He chuckled, gently kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t even think about Jimin being alone tomorrow.” You sighed.

“Don’t worry about it, snowflake. Your hybrids got it covered, we already came up with a plan. Our jobs are flexible enough to allow us to take certain days off so we’ll take turns staying at home with Jimin. Tomorrow, it’ll be my turn so you don’t have to worry.” Jin informed and you didn’t even know how to react to that news.

“Really? You guys... are okay with that?” Your voice trembled.

“Of course. Any way that we can help you, we will. And if it helps Jimin settle in too, all the better.” He smiled. You wiped your tears.

“Don’t cry, jagi.” He hugged you.

“I don’t know what I would do without any of you.” You whispered. Your phone rang and you saw that it was your mother. That made you frown because your mother never calls you. Your mother was one of the most, if not, the most well known attorney in the country. She has never lost a case before.

“Hello?”

“I have news from a friend in the president’s office that you’re not going to like... It’s not announced yet but I thought I should tell you firsthand.”

Jin watched as your expression grew grim as you listened to your mother. You were giving off negative emotions.

“I see... Thanks for letting me know then.” You told her and hung up.

“Call the boys, we’re having a meeting.” You told Jin and he nodded, going upstairs. As you waited for him to round up the boys, you sat on the couch and took your phone out to start searching for shops.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked.

“My mother just called. She delivered some... not so good news. As you know, with her connections everywhere, she heard about an announcement that the president is going to make tomorrow. She decided to tell me early instead of wait for it to be announced.” You started. The boys looked at each other uneasily, not liking where this was going.

“A big feral shelter was broken into and a lot of hybrids are now out on the streets. As law enforcements try to round the escapees up, there will be some rules in place.” You sighed.

“Like what?” Taehyung tilted his head.

“You’ll all need to start wearing identification collars. And you cannot leave the house during certain timings. A curfew of sorts.” You said.

“What...?”

“I’m sorry, guys. I know I talked about how you have your freedom when you’re with me but it can’t be helped. I’d rather do this than any one of you get taken to the shelter because they think you’re a stray.” You told them.

“It’s not your fault, don’t apologise. We just hate that this is the government’s solution to the problem.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. The others nodded in agreement. You were also unhappy with the news. Hybrids being on collars and leashes was something you always fought against.

“I know it’s uncomfortable, which is why I wanted to tell you guys the moment I heard the news.” You looked over at Jimin. He seemed the most stiff when he heard that he would be in a collar again.

“I’ll get them for you tomorrow. Goodnight everyone.” You said and the group broke up.

“(y/n)?” Jimin called you. You turned around.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, please?” He asked. You shook your head, making him let out a small whine.

“Jimin, you know you’re not supposed to be sleeping next to me. That’s why you have your own room. Also, I have to wake up early so I don’t even let the others sleep with me. But tell you what, I’ll tuck you in.” You stroked his head. He pouted but nodded. Walking him to his room, the first thing you did was given him his medications.

“Good job.” You complimented and tucked him under the covers.

“Goodnight, (y/n).” Jimin smiled sleepily. You leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. Taking his pill bottles, you left the room.

After stopping by all the other rooms to wish your other boys goodnight, you finally went to you room to sleep.

“Your alarm rang at 6 am and you got out of bed to get ready for work.

“Namjoon?” You were shocked to see the wolf sitting on the ground, in front of the giant glass window, watching the ran fall. His tail and ears perked up at your presence as he turned around to give you a small smile. You put your bag on the counter and shuffled over to him.

“Are you alright? What are you doing up so early?” You checked his temperature.

“I’m fine. I couldn’t sleep so I thought I would guard the house. Also, I could see you off.” Namjoon smiled.

“You don’t have to...” You smiled, stroking his hair.

“It’s the alpha in me.” Namjoon had recently told you that his wolf ranking was an Alpha too. He had stronger alpha instincts that Jin. Jin had alpha instincts because he was the oldest in the house but he wasn’t an alpha by nature.

“Well, alpha, make sure you get enough rest, alright? I don’t want you getting sick.” You giggled.

Hearing you call him ‘alpha’ sparked something in Namjoon. A low growl rumbled in his chest but seeing your shocked look, he turned away as his cheeks turned red. He let out a cough and shook his head to get all the inappropriate thoughts out of his head. It was the alpha in him that wanted you to be his mate.

“Namjoon?”

“S-Sorry! You should go, wouldn’t want to be late.” He forced a smile, standing up. As you grabbed your things, Namjoon fixed an iced coffee for you in your to-go tumbler.

“Thank you. I’ll see you all tonight. If anything happens, just phone me.” You said as you grabbed the drink from him.

“Don’t worry. Drive safe in the rain.” He hugged you. You wrapped your free hand around him and Namjoon planted a kiss against your cheek, nuzzling his cheek against yours. He pulled away and walked you to the door.

As you entered your car, Namjoon watched from the window. His eyes followed your car pull out of the driveway and down the road. He sat back down at his previous spot. Seeing you was able to calm whatever nerves he was having. He had been having recurring nightmares of the fighting ring but he wasn’t going to bother you with them.

His thoughts went back to the day you stood up for him to that lady in the grocery store. You didn’t even care that you got hit by her. But from then on, he had such a strong urge to protect you just like you did for him.

“You, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jin and all the hybrids out there are worth fighting for. If I get hurt doing it, so be it.”

He still remembered your words to him. If it weren’t for you, he would probably be dead now. He definitely wouldn’t have survived those fatal injuries that the ring people gave him.

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 3 years

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| yoongi | look me in the face

Yoongi x hybrid cat reader (reader is also mute)

Master list

Part 1 → part 2

Summary→ yoongi had always wanted a cat, not necessarily a hybrid but his best friend namjoon had successfully convinced him into getting a cat hybrid from their local rescue. He might not have known what he was getting himself into but he was fully committed to making himself her safe space

A/N: in box is open if you want to be in the tag list

Warning!: mention of abuse, trauma

"I'm not really looking for something like that right now" yoongi sleeply replied pouring coffee into the paper cup "come on hyung, there are so many hybrids in the system right now, you might end up just like me and jimin" namjoon said with confidence. Jimin was namjoons calico hybrid he got from a rescue two years ago, "i know and I'm happy for you, I'm just not much of a people's person" he said rubbing his temple "ill think about ok?" He said with sigh making namjoon smile.

That scene had replayed many time on his way to the shelter and even now as he waited inside the shelter walls. "Min yoongi" his attention turned to the worker as she took her seat at the desk in front of him. "How can i help you today mr.min?" She smiled "i was looking to adopt today" "alright we can do that, but please keep in mind we are a very new resuce so we don't have many hybrids right now, what breed are you looking for?" She said clicking open her pen. "I was looking for a cat hybrid" "your just in luck then, we have one black cat in right now, her name is y/n" she said with excitement "though..." Her tone changed "she dosn't really talk all that much , if that alright?" Yoongi took a minute before nodding his head "that's alright I'm pretty reserved myself" she nodded with a smile "alright ill leave you to sign these while i go get her for you" he nodded taking the clipboard of papers into his lap.

"Y/n this is mr.min, he'll be the one adopting you today" yoongi watched as gave a nod, your eyes glued to the floor. The lady gestured you over to the seat next to him as you clutched your small bag. "Hi y/n, I'm min yoongi, you can just call me yoongi though" he took a few minutes to finish up the paperwork and pay the worker. "Alright, you both can go home now" the worker smiled "thank you, " yoongi said before standing up "ill take you to my car" the car ride home was silent with only the music on the radio to fill the air. You followed yoongi into his apartment a few step behind him, "i know it's not the biggest but its pretty cozy" yoongj smiled showing you around the house, though you kept your gaze low you were able to tell it was a nice house. "This is your room, i didn't want to decorate it too much, I'll leave you to unpack"

Yoongi decided in the meantime he'd whip up some dinner. He set the plate of pasta on the table before heading to your room, "y/n? I made dinner" he looked around the blank room, your bag remained on the bed untouched "y/n?" He peered under the bed seeing your small figure huddled in the corner " I made dinner, would you like to come out?" You didn't respond at all. Maybe he could try one of those cat toys namjoon had bought him saying that jimin had really liked them.he unpacked the wand toy that had a little fluff ball at the end of it. "Y/n I got you something" he waved the toy around under the bed, you raised your head but let out a whine and pushed yourself further into the wall when the toy came closer, the quickly retraced the toy before leaving the room with a defeated sigh. "This is for you," he said placing the bull of food under the bed before exiting again. He sat at the table with his food, dialed some numbers before placing it to his ear "hey yoongi what's up? did you adopt your hybrid yet?" The younger male eagerly asked "yes but I don't think she likes me, she's hiding under the bed a won't come out, I tried the toy you gave me but it didn't work" "jimin did that to when he arrived, it's a cat thing, they need to be in a small space to adjust to change don't worry she should be out in a few days, she'll love you I know it" namjoon said trying to raise his spirits "thanks joon,I'll talk to you later" "ok bye hyung" he threw down his phone with a sigh "I hope so.."

#bts yoongi #yoongi imagines #yoongi scenarios #yoongi #min yoongi #cat hybrid yoongi #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid #hybrid bts #hybrid yoongi #yoongi hybrid #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic

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crplpunkklavier · 3 years

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will the end of the world be wheelchair accessible?

i. foreign city

I was going to ditch you at the French border, or at what’s left of it. There’s nobody there anymore, but the signs still tell you Bienvenue, and we were going to do a brief stop there. And I was going to ditch you. Not a noble thing to do, no, but it wouldn’t have been pure wilderness, and you would have been fine, and you have been a pest to travel with. I did not want to spend the end of the world with someone I can’t stand. So I wanted to ditch you, but my fibromyalgia flared up the day before we reached the border, and it went on for days, and I was in too much pain to drive. So I thought, I’ll wait. The pain will pass. You keep talking about looting a pharmacy for ibuprofen and I keep telling you that meds don’t work for fibro. But the pain will pass. I kept telling myself that all the way to Paris.

ii. extinction

Paris looks weird when it’s empty. I lived here once, for a couple of years, and it’s true what they said. It was always bustling with people. Fashionable people, fast and impatient and rude, giving color to what is otherwise a fairly colorless city. I’ll admit I like the architecture here, but it is all very grey and brown. At least the smog cloud around the Eiffel tower is gone -- not that the air is safe to breathe, still. I joke about climbing up there now that you don’t have to pay twenty Euros (or more, or less, I don’t remember) to take an elevator to the top. I say we could move into the catacombs, or live inside the Galeries Lafayette. You drive my car through deserted city roundabouts. You point out that it would be a pain in the ass to get my walker all the way up the tower.

iii. kittens

We stop by Père Lachaise, the graveyard, because I want to, and you’re tired of me asking you to. You don’t understand why I’d want to be here in the wake of a global disaster, isn’t it depressing, isn’t it morbid? Maybe. Who cares, I think, my pain flare is finally ebbing away, and I’m having a walk through a place I’ve always liked, with my walker in the warm sunlight, because the sun doesn’t care if humanity is dead or alive, the sun heats my back either way. The last time I was here was only a few years ago, and I remember almost exactly where my then-partner and I found a stray calico cat sunbathing on a tombstone. It was close to Oscar Wilde’s grave, that’s why I remember. His grave is still covered in lipstick marks and letters, which makes me laugh under my mask. It almost looks more now than it did last time. I think, people will be people. Oscar won’t help you out of this one.

The cracked stone slab I find the calico cat on is warm, and I sit on it for a bit, enjoying the honor of this little thing letting me pet its head and purring. It’s when it gets up, stretches, and climbs into my lap, that I hear the motor of my car revving by the graveyard gates, and then the sound of it driving off.

Not a noble thing to do. But this isn’t pure wilderness. And I’ll be fine. And I hope I was a pest to travel with.

iv. tree-lined

I camp out here for a while. I live in a family crypt. I plunder what’s left of the nearest convenience store and then return to the graveyard, because I found a can of cat food and want to pass it on to my little calico friend who lets me live in her home. We both live out of cans for a few days. Then I gather up what I have left, put it in the bag on my walker, and tear myself away from the calico cat.

The calico cat follows me to the car I steal off the street.

I let it sit in the passenger seat while I follow the signs to Versailles. Miraculously, nobody is squatting in the palace yet, at least not on the ground floor. I don’t have the energy to check upstairs, but sometimes the cat bounds up and down, and it doesn’t seem bothered, and so I assume it’s fine. And I suppose you were right. I couldn’t climb the Eiffel tower, not in this body. But the palace is wide enough to make even just the ground floor feel decadent, and I will push my walker over the smooth marble tiles, and I will think of you when I watch the gold flake off of the ceiling.

May you feel free out there, without me. I have lived with pain too long to let inaccessibility stop me from enjoying the apocalypse.

prompts from @nosebleedclub‘s april challenge

#nbc #april #had family stuff to attend to the past few days #idk what this is i just wish i didnt have to live on the third floor lol

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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two tails | reader x minho |

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, meet cute scenarios, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language

Word count: 3.9k

Chapters

P | ONE | TWO

homebody noun

: one whose life centers around the home.

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Grocery stores are a cursed place. Horrible. You might have guessed that if there were to be a special layer of hell to be reserved for you (which you sure as hell wished there wasn’t) it would likely be a grocery store.

Firstly, they are one of the messiest places that you could ever experience. Have you seen the ways that those beige-y grey floors get caked with dirt and smudges from who knows what? Have you seen the dirt and grime that hides under those produce shelves? Secondly, why is it that everyone always feels the need to get so close to eachother crammed in those isles? Why is it that you have to do that awkward shuffle when your cart and someone else’s cart gets in each other’s way and you have to do the “no you go first” and “no, you go first.”

You prayed that you had been good enough in this life to escape some kind of grocery-store induced hellscape.

Partly it was Bomi’s fault. Temperamental nuisance. Three days into her newest bag of cat food and she suddenly decided to go on a hunger strike. The internet had told you that perhaps she just didn’t like the flavor. Little did the internet know that you had nearly already tried every other flavor there was, even the expensive ones.

You stared down to your crinkled up list filled with the ramblings of an attempted grocery list and other absentminded doodles.

DONT FORGET STUPID NEW CAT FOOD

Under the reminder, you had drawn an angry little cat face with Bomi’s characteristic calico facial splotches.

“Damn cat. You’re lucky that I still love you.” You uttered under your breath.

The wheels of your cart screeched as you turned the corner into the pet isle. Of course, you were the lucky one that had to pick the cart that had only three functioning wheels and whined like your mother over the phone. You cringed to yourself, bearing through the sound and the two glances from a mother and her child throwing an obscenely large bag of dog food into their totally normal cart.

You didn’t need to, but you mouthed a tiny “sorry” to them as you passed them.

The tall metal racks appeared to touch those flickering fluorescent lights above them as you perused them, glancing over all of the brands which you had undoubtedly purchased one time or the other.

Tuna, salmon, tuna and salmon, tuna and veggies, salmon and veggies...

What would it be that Bomi would tolerate this time? Was it grains that she didn’t like? Wet food?

Merely looking at the prices for the canned cat food sprung such a headache that you wished you hadn’t looked at them at all. But, if it was what your princess would eat...

On the highest shelf, your gaze caught a brand that you hadn’t seen before, so you summoned your strength to stand on your tip-toes, stretching up your arm as far as you possibly could, teetering just a little...

“Al...most--”

“Here, I can get that, let me just--”

“--Oh no, it’s fine, I can reach it, thank you--”

“--It’s alright, I’ve almost got it...”

His elegant fingers got tangled up with yours. Had your determination been any weaker, he would have snatched it up all himself, but...

He chuckled a little. “Are you sure?”

You turned your head to affirm, “Positiv--Minho?”

“Y/n?”

You had finally had the little can in your grasp, only to feel it slip out of your fingers in your shock.

The terrible sound of the aluminum can hitting Minho’s head and glasses bonked between your fumbling arms, working just too slow.

“Ssss-OW!”

Minho’s hand went immediately to rub at the top of his head with eyes tightly shut.

“Oh my god!!! Are you okay?”

Instinctually you swooped in to see if any harm had been done.

“Ah-I’m fine, don’t--I’m fine.”

Your neighbor patted down his head, trying to craft a smile for you under his painfully crossed brows.

“Are you sure? I-I’m so sorry. God, I’m so stupid and clumsy, don’t you think that you have a concussion or something?”

He laughed out a sharp chuckle, then winced at what the action did to his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure about that?” If he could have heard, he would have noticed your heart anxiously beating at a hundred times per second.

“It’s okay, really, I’ve had worse things thrown at my head.”

“What the hell could be worse???”

“You don’t want to know.” He maintained his hopeful grin.

Even after being assaulted by cat food, he was still just as beautiful as you remembered.

“Oh! Your glasses!! Where did those go??”

Frantically, you spun around, shoving your cart aside with another startling screee. Quickly you found them nearest the bird seed.

“Here. Here you go, I hope that they’re not broken.”

“Mm-doesn’t look like it.” Minho inspected them.

“Oh thank God.”

He huffed out one more little scoff-sounding laugh. “At least you’ve got the cat food that you wanted now.

“Yeah, but at what cost?”

“I said don’t worry about me.”

Minho fluffed his hair back into place, likely hiding another rub to his throbbing head.

What even does one say to someone who you nearly wrecked with cat food?

“You uhh--what are you doing here?”

“The same as you, getting cat food.” Minho snatched a bag of food from a lower shelf. “With three mouths to feed you tend to run out pretty fast.”

“Oh! I-uh...can imagine.”

“Weird shopping here like I live here now...never thought that would happen. I’m still getting used to everything around here; never knew that I would end up back living with my mom...and at my age.”

“Don’t-don’t feel bad! It’s a nice area around here! At least I think, and it’s a... nice grocery store...”

You did not think that it was a nice grocery store, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

Minho smiled back at you warmly, just as he had done back on your doorstep, tabby cat in his arms. You had wanted to see it again.

“-Guess that means I’ll be seeing you around here more often too then.” He took the cat food can--his ex-assailant-- to drop into your cart.

“I guess so...and sorry, again.”

“Really don’t worry about it!” Minho rolled up his hands into little sweater paws on the handle of his cart. “I’ll see you later then.”

“See...you...”

Your words trailed behind him, seeing as he had already started wheeling away. As soon as he was out of an earshot, you cursed yourself out terribly--another habit you had developed since living alone; you really were your only company.

“God, Oh god. Now he thinks that I’m a recluse and a wreck, oh god--”

“--Hey! Watch where you’re going!!”

An old man with a newsboy cap griped before you nearly collided with him and his cart full of diet sodas.

“Sorry!! I’m so sorry!” You bowed profusely in apology while removing yourself from the isle as fast as you could.

Grocery stores really were your own kind of personal hell.

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The cold metal of the bus stop sign dissolved into your sweating forehead while you watched the springtime sunset fade out before you. It really was pretty, and it was just enough to distract you from how weighed down your backpack and numerous reusable bags felt. Had your hands been free, you would have taken a picture.

What time is it even?

Your watch was restricted by the number of straps around your wrists. Sometimes stepping outside of your home and onto the sidewalk was draining enough to make you feel like scurrying back inside. Big trips like this however, had you falling asleep in those uncomfy plastic chairs in (also) disgustingly messy buses.

To your right, you heard the usual hum of the number 10 bus wheel up.

“Wait! Wait!! Hold the bus!!”

Hurried footsteps came patting behind you, followed with shallow running breaths.

Hair bopping and cardigan flopping a little like wings behind him, Minho sprinted to the doors.

“Take a seat ma’am.” The bust driver snapped you out of your embarrassment over seeing him one more time than you would have liked.

“Ah-sorry, I will.”

You shuffled your way near back of the bus and attempted to hide your face behind your bags decorated with none other than flowers and cartoon cats.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me.” You chanted under your breath while your neighbor looked for a seat.

“Y/n? Heh, I just keeping running into you don’t I?”

“Minho!!!!” You piped, just a little too animatedly. “Huh! Didn’t figure I would see you here...too...”

Minho slid into the booth across from you. “I mean, it makes sense, we’re going to the same place basically.”

“Don’t you...have a car or something?”

“I do, but I figured that the grocery store was close enough, although, I didn’t really factor in how all of this would weigh a ton.”

“Hm, I never really do as well.”

A pair of older lades glared over at the two of you, clearly displeased that you were disrupting their peaceful bus ride. Minho cowered under their piercing and aged brown eyes, then stealthily slid into the seat next to you.

His washed out jeans brushed up against your leggings, and you felt your hairs stand on end. If there was someone out there who decided if you went to a hellscape grocery store, they must have also been able to mask the smell of your sweat. You hoped that they were listening to your pleading requests.

“It’s a really a nice evening isn’t it?”

Minho peered out your window at the little shops and bustling streets beside you. The sidewalks were decorated with little skinny trees here and there which had just started to bloom with the buds of leaves and flowers. There was a peaceful air about the scene that reminded everyone that the cold would soon be gone for good, and the sky swirled into pinks and purples.

“Oh! Yes, yes it is.”

You tried your best to ignore the fact he was leaning into you slightly.

“So. What else do you do besides be a cat parent and a part-time chucker of canned goods?”

You wanted to crawl in a hole once you saw his adorable grin once more. “I-I have a job, a couple actually.”

“A couple? And what are they?”

“I teach online college courses in creative writing and English.” your glasses fell a little down your nose bridge, so you adjusted them accordingly, “I also edit for a small publishing company--but that’s more of a side thing.”

“That’s...a lot of writing and things like that.”

“Well, it’s what I went to school for, and, I don’t mind...although my mother--”

“--Have you written anything yourself? Anything that I could read?”

You felt your cheeks set ablaze with heat. “You?! Oh no no no no.”

“What?” A mischievous grin overtook Minho’s adorable one. “Do you write provocative content?”

“No! I do not!” Your tone turned more defensive than you had intended.

“Well, what do you write? Even if you did write that kind of stuff, I wouldn’t mind. Provocative contents are trendy these days.”

“I didn’t even say that I write in the first place!”

“I just assumed seeing as you seem to do other things in this field...so, what do you write?”

“It’s embarrassing, and I don’t owe you the knowledge!!”

Minho reached over your fuming body to pull at the bus cord, letting out the little stop requested tune.

“What is it that you do then?”

“Something boring and business-y that you wouldn’t care to know about. It’s definitely not as interesting as what you do I’m sure.”

Your neighbor gathered up his bags while the bus slowed to the stop.

“You coming?”

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[19:07]

me: seung, i’m such a fool. you will not believe

seungmo: should I even guess? what? Bomi yack during your online lecture again?

me: no, worse.

seungmo: i’m listening.

i guess i don’t really have a choice though don’t I?

you’re just gonna tell me anyway aren’t you?

The cat in question purred in your lap, permitting you your usual one hour of cat-attention a day like she would during the evenings. After your day of embarrassment, you had hunkered down on your favorite place on the couch, swaddled in blankets with the TV playing some nature show that you had been trying to pay attention to. Somehow, the thought that Minho living just doors away made it all seem even worse; you were bound to see him again.

You bit your lip and started tapping away at your phone screen, regaling the entire tale to your best friend--who frankly had enough of your awkward “you-isms.” However, no matter how socially insecure you were, Seungmin appeared to stick by you. In fact, it was one of your “you-isms” that had brought the two of you together.

Four years ago at that pet shelter where you had got Bomi, Seungmin was there too looking for a dog. It was Bomi’s skittish self that leapt out of her cage and into Seungmin’s arms when his dog started barking. Bomi had nearly destroyed Seungmin’s sweater by the way that she had clawed into him. Of course, you took her crime upon yourself and insisted on buying him a new sweater. After an exchange of phone numbers, he hadn’t gotten bored of you yet. Bomi had always liked him more than you--the traitor.

[19:18]

me: ...and then he showed up on the bus, just as I had thought that I had escaped, and then started berating me about what I do for a living.

seungmo: are you sure he wasn’t just asking questions, NOT berating?

me: it felt like it.

seungmo: and why are you telling me all of this?

me: bc I wanted you to give me some comfort?? or reassurance?? isn’t that what friends do?

seungmo: what do you want me to say? I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing? get over it? stuff like that happens to you all the time y/n, I don’t know why you are making such a big teal of it.

*deal of it.

me: wow, you’re being of such help.

seungmo: you’re overthinking it. as always.

me: but i’ll have to SEE HIM again.

Seungmin’s little three writing dots disappeared, and you waited in silent anxiety for what he would say next.

[19:24]

seungmo: you’ve got a crush on him don’t you

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The evening sky had darkened, and you felt the air temperature begin to drop. It wasn’t unbearable however, and you had prepared yourself well with your giant sheep-like blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The cold wire chair that you sat in was undoubtedly pressing shapes into your bare legs crossed up on it, but you never seemed to mind it.

Bomi yowled behind the sliding glass door to your backyard, so you allowed her to exit, making her a much happier cat. The two of you enjoyed these nights together deeply--they almost felt like a brief escape from life. Bomi would sneak around the edges of the fence, sniffing and looking rather suspicious when her green eyes would glow in the light of the house. Your glasses likely looked the same reflecting the light from your computer screen.

You took one more sip of tea, then opened up your internet. A couple clicks, and you found the notification screen on your page.

hearts: 267

shares: 19

comments: 21

Your eyes scanned over the little paragraphs that some of your readers had written for you. It made your heart swell with immense joy seeing the way that they had analyzed and picked apart every little part of your prose and how they would write IN ALL CAPITIAL LETTERS about how excited they were for your next chapter.

I can’t wait for the next chapter! I’m DYING to know what was in that chest!! I really hope that Bomi can trust Davers. He just seems a little shady to me >////<

YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS. The fact that Bomi could fight off the dragon while Blaze was confessing his feelings for her??? I could never lollll

P L E A S E protect little Herbie. He’s such a cutie. I wish that hedgehog companions were real, I would take one with me everywhereeeee

N/n, your writing is so so pretty!! I felt like I was right there in the scene with them! The way that you described the enchanted fountain had me drooling ahhh you’re such an inspiration to me as a writer!!!

Blaze fanclub?? i’m trying to see somethin’

“If Blaze were real, I’d be the president of that fanclub.” You laughed out to yourself.

Suddenly, you found you thoughts shifting from your dreamy Blaze to someone much less fictional.

Crushes on boys who were real was much better than one’s who weren’t. It was nice admitting it to yourself at last.

“Ahhhh” You sighed out, doing a little happy dance in your seat, then opened up the chat box to return to the replies.

After responding to as many as you could, you opened up a new chapter.

Chapter 22

Blaze wiped off his sword, stained with the steel blue blood of the dragon, still steaming with heat underfoot. His disheveled deep black trellises were coated in his own sweat but it didn’t make him look any less dashing--per usual.

“Princess Bomi, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Bomi sheathed her own sword, then inspected her wooden shield for any more damage. For a moment, she thought that the claw marks made it look even more beautiful and intimidating.

“Blaze. You know that I can’t talk about romance at a time like this, have you forgotten that the kingdom as stake?”

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Bomi perched at her usual spot in the window, eyes fluttering closed before she would take her nap that would last for nearly the whole afternoon. You would have been lazing with her, but that would have to wait another hour or so: with your newest paycheck, you had decided to deliver some new flowers to yourself for your garden.

The little array was spread out before you: yellow and purple pansies, pink tulips, fuchsia and baby pink peonies, and dainty while lilies of the valley were arranged where you had planned to adorn your front lawn. The aroma of the flowers lingering in the air was enough to make you feel as if you had transported yourself to the very magical gardens that you would be writing about that evening.

A pair of songbirds chittered past, carrying their whistles behind them. For a brief moment, the sun shone directly onto your arms spotted with dirt and filled your whole body with warmth. Nothing was more peaceful than this. You took to work, crackling them out of their plastic pots, and digging at the earth in holes to hold them down. After a while, you felt the dew from the grass start to soak into your work-jeans, but it was a welcome little cool feeling. Next, you popped up to hose them down with your little attachment that made the water cascade like a rain-shower. You admired for a moment how the water would create little rainbows from the spray.

“Ahem, uh-hi there!”

You choked out a gasp before swinging around, aiming the hose like your sword to the startling voice.

“STAY BACK!!’

You pointed the stream directly at them, only in your horror to see your neighbor, trademark cardigan and all, soaking wet from your weapon.

“GOD! That’s cold.”

The fabric hung onto him, adhering to every part of his body which was much more toned than you had expected.

Minho looked absolutely bewildered as the water dripped off his frame with sad little pat pat pats on the concrete sidewalk.

“Oh God. Oh God. Minho, I’m so so sorry. I-I can’t believe that I keep doing this to you--”

You nearly felt like crying, but for fear of embarrassing yourself further, you decided to turn around quickly in search of your rags. They were garden rags, but dry nonetheless.

“Here, here, I-I think that these should help.”

You dabbed at his body, although it was clear that this wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“Stop, stop,” He pushed your hands away. “I just live next door, I’ll live being a little drenched.”

“You realize that's an oxymoron right?” Your nervous hands continued dabbing.

“A what??” Minho kindly laughed at your frantic hands.

“It’s a...writing thing. Sorry...”

“I really need to be careful around you don’t I?”

Your mouth crinkled into a flustered line. “M’sorry.”

“Can you quit apologizing?? Here, I came over to give you these, my mom made some extra side dishes so she wanted me to bring them over to you.”

“Oh.” He handed you the little bundle of Tupperware containers. “Thanks.”

“She also, or--I mean--I wanted to invite you over so that you could meet my cats...and! my mom. My mom too.”

“You want me to come over?”

“I did mention that I wanted to a little while ago didn’t I?”

“Oh! You did...”

“Does next Saturday work? Around 5?”

“I-I can do five.” You brushed your muddied hand across your sweating brow.

Minho scoffed, “You’ve...got something...on your...”

“Oh! Oops.” You tried your best to wipe off the dirt, but you didn’t know you had only made it worse.

Minho squeezed out his soaked sleeve to carefully raise it to your forehead. “Here, like this.”

This close to you, his brown eyes deeply shone with the color of coffee, chocolate, the bark of forest trees after a spring rain, and a million other things that your writer brain could compare them to.

“There. It’s all gone.”

For a moment, you wondered if you really had fantasized him, or if he really was real. For you, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was some kind of figment of your imagination: they usually were.

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[1 missed call, Mom, 09:12]

“Y/n are you there? Why is it that you never pick up your phone? I’ve told you so many times that you should pick up when I call. What if it’s an emergency? What if someone’s died?? Nevermind, I wanted to call and tell you my friend’s daughter is getting engaged and I’ve been invited to the bridal party. I think that you should come with. It’ll be good to get you out of that house.

Why is it that you haven’t gotten yourself married yet? You know that you aren’t getting any younger?? Either way, call me back. You’ll need to bring a gift too. Its impolite to show up without a gift.

Ah, I almost forgot. Your brother got a promotion at work; I’m not sure if he’s told you. We’ll be having dinner to celebrate this weekend. Can I count on you to be there?

Also, how is the job search going? Your father has some more connections for you to speak to. You need to take advantage of every one of them. You’re so close to getting something that really matters. I can feel it. Ah, I just feel like you’re wasting away there sitting at that computer with those silly classes. It’s like, barely any contribution at all. You could be making so much more money.

Anyway, call me back once you hear this.

love you sweetie, talk soon.

i know that its tuesday and i said I would publish on mondays shhh just pretend I published this yesterday ooP

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19. playing with each other’s fingers

Ross&Demelza

I apologize, @veryflowerobservation, for taking so long to post this. It sorta got away from me :P I hope you enjoy!

This fic is a prequel to Tears and Sunflowers.

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It was an ungodly hour. This having to get to the airport a minimum of four hours before an international flight was for the birds. Their flight to New York was scheduled to depart at 8:35am. Ross didn’t even know why he bothered to attempt to catch a few hours of sleep the previous night. Demelza was practically vibrating with excitement in the bed next to him. She had never flown before. So he’d done the only thing he could do in that situation -- help her work off some of that nervous energy -- and he bore the marks on his shoulders to prove it. He just felt sorry for the very nice elderly couple who were occupying the room next door to theirs at the hotel.

He checked his watch with a groan.

6:21am.

He thanked the good Lord above for exclusive traveler lounges. If he had to queue with the masses in the main terminal, he might not be responsible for his actions. That early in the morning, access to only that swill that passed for coffee at Costa, and masses of travelers with varying degrees of comportment would have him seriously contemplating murder. It would be a very poor defence if he was brought before the crown court, but surely an understandable one.

“You should eat something,” he said to her after she kept fiddling with the fingers of his hand resting on the knee if her crossed legs. They were cuddled together on a small sofa in a quiet spot where she could take in all of the hustle and bustle of the enormous lounge. There were quite a few people for that early in the morning, but there was so much space that it hardly felt crowded. He could feel her leg bouncing as she wiggled her foot. “The food is usually pretty exceptional.”

“I don’t know if I could,” she told him, weaving their fingers together and stilling her fidgeting for a moment, “too excited.”

Ross snorted softly as he was never one to be too nervous or tired to eat something. “You could get a haircut or a massage instead,” he teased, glancing over to see the expression on her face. The Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse Lounge at Heathrow was an overwhelming place with all sorts of over-the-top posh amenities. She was impressed they’d been picked up at the hotel and delivered to the airport in a private car and then were whisked through priority check-in and security in a matter of minutes.

“Really?” she asked, eyes widening with the obvious sensory overload she was experiencing.

“Yes,” he assured her, chuckling a little, and knowing her head would have exploded if she knew how much two upper class tickets had cost. “There’s a spa too and shower rooms.” Ross had wanted her first international flight to be comfortable and memorable, but he feared it might set her expectation a bit high for any future trips they might take. There was a far cry between the pampering in upper class and the indignities of the overcrowded economy class. It was just as well because he would need the extra legroom these days with his stiff knee.

She pressed a little closer to him and her fingers toyed with the heavy rose gold band he wore on his left ring finger that matched the more delicate one she wore. “You want to eat something don’t you?” she inquired.

“What I actually want is coffee,” he paused for a moment, his stomach answered her question with a low grumble, “and I probably could nosh on something.” He’d opted to keep his eyes closed for a few precious minutes while she got ready instead of sending for room service, safe in the knowledge that there would be an abundance of food and drink provided by the airline.

“I can try to nibble on something.” She pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek before standing up and holding her hand out to him and he couldn’t help but notice his beautiful wife attracting the attention of several of the men around them. Demelza was comfortably dressed in jeans that showed off her long legs to perfection and a deep gold turtleneck topped off with a rich brown leather jacket, and her glorious crown of red hair was barely contained by a loose braid.

Within a matter of minutes, he was attempting not to guzzle a cup of expertly brewed Sumatran coffee while waiting for his fry up to be brought to him. Demelza carefully sipped her steaming cup of tea, but left her plate of assorted breads and pastries untouched. He reached across the cozy dining table to snag a flaky and buttery croissant off the plate.

“You’re going to eat everything off my plate aren’t you?” he asked when she raised an eyebrow at his thievery.

“Noooo,” she swore, her eyes following the heavily laden plate an attendant placed before him followed by another to replace his near empty coffee cup with a fresh one.

He picked up the knife and fork to start in on the perfectly poached eggs after a liberal dousing of pepper. “You too can have your own plate. All you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t think I could!” she insisted, stabbing a bit of roast potato and grilled mushroom with own fork.

“Likely story,” he snorted, pushing his plate to the middle of the table so she could graze more easily. This was a common occurrence with her -- insisting she couldn’t possibly then proceed to demolish his plate in fairly short order. It always happened when he ordered something that was absolutely terrible for him, but so very good for that exact reason. Anyone else and Ross would find the behavior less than endearing.

“Are you going to tell me why we’re going to New York?” she queried while attacking the fried bread to smear in the runny eggs he had somehow managed to get a few bites of before she could turn her sights on them. “Not that I’m complaining mind; I’ve always wanted to go, but it’s a long way for a few days.”

It took everything in him not to blurt out the reason for what seemed like a sudden weekend jaunt across the pond, but actually had been in the works for months. She loved Van Gogh. The Met was having a once-in-a-lifetime exhibit. How could he not take her? “I told you I really wanted good pizza.”

“Oh, Ross,” she sighed in frustration, then changed her tactic. “You’ve been to New York before then?”

“Loads of times,” he answered, slathering strawberry jam on his croissant since it was becoming abundantly clear he wasn’t going to get to eat the breakfast he’d ordered himself, “though it’s been a few years now. Father used to go fairly regularly for business and would drag me along.”

“What did you do when you were there?”

“I used to spend a lot of time at the natural history museum and the New York Public Library.”

“Of course you did,” she smiled fondly as she spoke. She was well aware of his love of doing research and learning.

“I like dinosaurs,” he said matter-a-factly, "and the museum has an amazing exhibit.” It was true. He did like dinosaurs, even now, and he’d wanted to dig for them up until the point he discovered girls were infinitely more interesting, and alive. Demelza didn’t need to know that bit though.

“You are such a boy,” she said with a shake of her head. “What else did you two men do on the town?”

“Sometimes we take in a show or go to dinner at fancy restaurants. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was trying to teach me a bit of culture. One time we went because Papa wanted to see Van Morrison at Radio City Music Hall.”

“Really?”

He chuckled, surprised that little piece of information had taken her by surprise. She did know his father pretty well at this point. “He is a fan.”

“I’d say so. He can be so impulsive!”

“You have no idea,” Ross drawled, tamping down some very unpleasant memories from his youth that she need not be burdened with, “you didn’t know him in his heyday.”

She smiled fondly, and it warmed Ross’ heart that his wife and his father got on like a house on fire, but he could not help the occasional flare of jealousy it caused. “I bet he was quite the charmer back then,” Demelza giggled.

“You’d probably be married to him instead of me,” he said with a fair dash of bitterness. There were still a few things he just could not let go of and he knew it as childish to hold on to them for as long as he had, but then logic and his father were often mutually exclusive.

“I dunno about that.” Demelza reached across to take his hand with hers, twining their fingers and giving them a little squeeze, her eyes going soft as she looked at him. “I sorta kinda love you.”

“Only sorta kinda?” he teased, pulling her hand up to place a playful kiss to her knuckles.

“From the first time I saw you in the library,” she confessed, her cheeks suddenly blooming pink.

“Is that so, Mrs Poldark?” That was news to him and he was most definitely intrigued. Ross had known he was a goner for Demelza the first time he laid eyes upon her, even if it took him months to actually admit to himself, and then even longer to let her in on his feelings. He’d had no inkling she’d felt the same. So much wasted time.

“Saved by the boarding call,” she crowed when the announcement of their flight interrupted their playful banter, and quickly began gathering up her things. The head of the cute little calico stuffed animal cat he’d surprised her with that morning was peeking out of the top of her purse. The airplane charm that had been on the ribbon about its neck had quickly been added to her bracelet.

He grabbed up his laptop bag to sling over his shoulder and his cane. “Don’t think for one second that this conversation is over.”

“Not if I can make you forget about it,” she said with what could only be described as a diabolical grin.

He eyed her with great suspicion. It wasn’t in her nature to be scheming that much he did know, but she was definitely up to something. The question was going to be whether or not he’d survive whatever it was. “And just how do you plan to do that?” he challenged.

“Oh, I dunno,” she purred, taking his hand before pressing in close to him to place a very sweet and demure kiss to his cheek. “Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?”

#poldark fan fic #poldark modern au #ross/demelza #romelza #pud fic #pud's ex libris #veryflowerobservation

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