#he's also like 'well i have all these wires in my room the cat could chew on'

[dellalyra]

Hey,i saw your reqs are open! So if i may, can i request for gojo with a fem s/o who i as strong as him but no one knows that since she hides that from EVERYONE. (Maybe she thinks shes alone with a curse and she is toying with a special grade curse and easily kills it, and gojo accidentally sees that and is like.... You're stronger than you let ppl know?)

Thats it and i hope u have a great day!!

Family Formation - Part Nine

Summary: Satoru discovers the extent of readers cursed technique.

CW: fluff, canon typical violence, mentions of mythology, fluff, fluff, teen satoru and reader (17/18), the elders (angry face)

A/N: this was SUCH A FUN REQUEST I love reading about powerful readers so this was a lot of fun to write, I wrote it this was bc I also felt I needed to explore their dynamic pre-relationship and also Y/N’s cursed technique before I get to other *ahemshibuyaahem* parts of the story. thank u all so much for all the love and support :) <3

Recommended Listening:

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo (reader’s fight)

The Fruits - Paris Paloma (the explanation)

The Tradition - Halsey (the backstory)

Won’t Bite - Doja Cat (the ending)

The sunlight reached its peak, reflecting off Satoru’s bright white hair. Geto was bored and taking a ‘rest’ day and Shoko… well, she threw a water bottle at home when he even approached her room. That left you, he needed someone to hang out with, something to do because all of this hanging around was going to drive him even nuts than he already was. He text Shoko, asking where you were since you two were joined at the hip usually and you weren’t answering your phone. She replied telling him you’d been sent on a mission alone that morning – some abandoned orphanage down by the Shinjuku district. The next line nearly made the man’s eyes pop out of his head – a semi-grade one? Alone? You were only in second grade and the same age as him. Only a 1st year. Sure, you could hold your own in a fight but – this seemed like a reckless match.

Pulling on his sneakers and bomber jacket (not wearing his uniform felt weird) he Googles Shinjuku Abandoned Orphanage and finds an article about one being shut down 3 years ago due to the children speaking of ‘witnessing paranormal activity’, it had been closed due to the terrible publicity surrounding it. He rang for a driver and pointed him in the right direction.

A 20-minute ride was filled with Satoru thinking about how he should have been sent on this mission – not you, he was the strongest sorcerer alive after all. He kept telling himself the gnawing feeling in his gut was excitement for a fight – not worry, he wasn’t worrying about you. No, not. Why would he?

He could hear Suguru’s voice in his head from their last mission together.

“Bro, you love her. Just accept it, my guy. It’s clear she’s into you too.”

The car pulls up and Satoru unfolds himself from the back seat and waves the driver off. The building in front of him is surrounded by barbed wire fences, it’s been vacant for a long time if the boarded-up windows set in the building’s imposing front are anything to go by. He could sense a strong cursed energy, definitely a semi-grade one – along with something else, something stronger. Something far more ancient and far more powerful. It was familiar but different.

He had to find you.

He pinpointed the location where both energies were – third story, east wing, 5 doors down the corridor. He raced his way down thinking about how he’d love to practice his techniques warping abilities so he could quit all this running around. Maybe someday in the future, he’ll be able to just *poof* into a room. He was surely gonna do that to annoy Shoko.

He slowed down, nearing the room as he heard a familiar laugh coming from the room.

He knew that laugh, it always made his heart skip a beat – but why were you laughing now?

You were meant to be in danger. Not that he was hoping to be your knight in shining armour so he could see that shiny look of adoration in your eyes – no, that’s ludicrous.

The door was hanging off its hinges and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw inside the room.

You.

Y/N.

But – different.

You stood, your stature still miniature in comparison to his lanky, boyish frame but you seemed so much larger now, your presence was pulsating through the room – overwhelming to anyone but him.

Your feet were bare on the concrete floor and you seemed to almost hop around your prey, your tiny little hands, nails usually painted a pretty pale green – we’re still pale green but not your nails, no – claws were protruding out of your dainty little hands. He could see from here they were as sharp as any cursed knife. Your hair, seemed longer and wait, were those… vines? Vines and leaves seemed to grow from your head as naturally as the hair itself, mingling with the pretty cascade of your hair down your spine. Your eyes he so often couldn’t take his own off were alight and you were talking, and when you opened those pretty lips that he flirted with you about how much he’d like to taste your lip gloss – leaving you to tell him to save his flirts for someone he was into (both of you were so oblivious to the obvious feelings that you held for each other that Shoko and Suguru might cry if it went on any longer), he saw two sharp as needle fangs, pearly white on your pillowy lips.

You were completely and utterly ethereal.

What shocked him – was the mess in the middle of the room. A grotesque mess of a curse – horrifyingly long, spindly limbs attached to a body that was just stretched mottled skin over bones – the whole body covered in beady eyes, almost insect-like. The creature had no discernible head, just those torturous limbs. He’d seen worse things before.

He had seen your techniques, you could do things like to make a wall of thorns to deflect curses - he’d seen you summon whips of vines to lash at and bind a curse, he’d even seen you seemingly have a chat with a ladybug one day. And of course, your marksmanship with your cursed longbow was unrivalled, sniping shots that seemed impossible. He knew you were a very capable sorcerer, the most intelligent he knew in the school (even beyond Nanami). Your love for books helped that too.

What shocked him was what you had done. It looked like the very earth was cooperating with your every whim, grasses and vines and tree branches had broken their way through the floor and were caging the fighting curses limbs as they grew weaker and weaker against your onslaught. There was a beam coming through the ceiling, moonlight? At 2 pm? It seemed to sear and burn the curse in licking flames as it shot down onto it before returning to the shape of a small, silvery orb and absorbing itself into your palm.

“You lay here, waiting each day for night to fall, didn’t you? To prey on these children, to torture their little minds with fears and terrors – to be the monster under their bed. The children who were already scarred and frightened – but you knew that, and you loved it, didn’t you? Oh, you loved the feeling of drinking up the screams of those innocent children – and do you know what that makes you? It makes you a monster. Funnily enough, my family were taught and raised for one destiny, but me especially, I was born with ancient rage, and I was born with the strength for one thing – to kill monsters, just like you.”

And with that, you notched an arrow into your bow and muttered something under your breath.

“You won’t harm anyone anymore. Sleep well.” And with a smile, the arrow tip glowed a soft gold and flew threw the air into the restricted body of the curse who was quickly engulfed in a golden light as it screamed and fell, returning to the ground as nothing but dust.

“Nurture the earth now, do some good for the world.” You whisper, low enough that Satoru could barely hear. How you still manage to keep your heart so soft will always amaze him.

Satoru’s phone dropped from his hand, and you spin, notching another arrow into your bow and aiming directly at his head.

You gasp when you realise who’s here.

“Gojo, what are you doing here? How long have you been there?” You ask, lowering your weapon.

“Y/N. What the fuck. YOU HAVE CLAWS.” His jaw was hanging open, hardly believable image of what he’d seen.

That ancient energy wasn’t another curse, you hadn’t been in danger – you had been the danger.

You sigh. Gojo would have found out sooner or later, guess it was sooner. A part of you was worried about what he’d seen, would he think it ugly? Would he think you cursed? This boy – you had accepted your feelings but even though you thought (idiot) he’d never love you back, you didn’t want him to think any less of you.

Well, no escaping this conversation now.

“Wanna grab boba? I’m done here so, we can grab some on the way back to school. I’m guessing you have some questions.”

Uncharacteristically quiet, he just nods.

You walk ahead, slinging your bow on your back and taking out your phone. He sees you dial Yaga’s number.

“Hey, yeah it’s all done. Just as we thought.” You say, and he hears the deep rumble of his sensei’s voice through the speaker.

“Yeah thing is, I’ve had an unexpected visitor. Seems someone thought I might not be able to do it alone so showed up at the end. Yeah, I have it handled. Yup, exactly who you think. Yaga! Stop! I’ll see you later.”

You hang up the phone, just as you reach your favourite boba shop.

“Drinks are on you, Satoru – you gatecrashed my mission.” You smirk.

“Hardly gatecrashed if I turned up and feared for the safety of my pretty face!” The shock had worn off now and he was just in awe and desperate to hear what the fuck he witnessed.

He ordered you both your usual orders and sat across from you at a secluded table outside. You notice the dewy drop of sugary tea on his lip, his skin glistening under the golden sun. God. How can someone be that beautiful, surely it’s illegal?

“So sugar - you’ve been hiding something from your dearest darling best friends, haven’t you?” He looks at you with eyebrows raised.

“Not my choice. It’s a complicated situation. Yaga thought it best to keep it under wraps until I’m 18.”

“I hear ya – but the question still stands: keep what under wraps? Here was me coming to my princess’s rescue,” your cheeks flushed at his (what you thought) casual flirting.

“It’s a long story – you sure you’ve got nothing better to be doing, Mr Honoured One, no ladies to dazzle with those pretty eyes of yours?” You laugh, slurping up a brown sugar Pearl.

“Oh I’ll always have enough time for you, sugar, plus – am I not dazzling a pretty girl now?” You both giggle it off, unaware that he’s being serious and that you were dazzled by him long before today.

There’s a beat of silence.

“My family’s inherited technique. The elders think it’s long extinct but I was born with it. Legend says my family is descended from dryads, forest spirits, you’ve known that nature is the root, no pun intended, of my technique since the start but – it goes a bit deeper. I’m listed as grade two, but only because the elders don’t know the truth. I’m meant to hide everything until I’m 18, so only 5 months left to go anyway. The elders will throw a bitch fit when they find out. Your ancestor La and mine worked together, and when I was born my mother and grandmother chose to keep the technique hidden until I was legally an adult and could make my own informed choices about whether or not I wanted to stay part of the jujutsu world. The elders… don’t take kindly to my family. We’re kind of considered outcasts, like the Inumaki clan.” You say, taking a breather to sip your drink.

“Why? Your mom is so nice” He adds in.

“Ah well, my family, we’re very much a matriarchal family. The women have typically done everything in their power to fight the elders on their idiocy. Given that they’re old, sexist men – this didn’t go down well. So we’ve typically been hounded by them. Then, I was born. Not only the heir to my clan but a woman which ancient cursed abilities. Our family has always scared them, but I’m their worst nightmare trifecta. I made a deal with my family, I’d keep it secret until I’m 18, then I’m free to do as I wish..” You added, smiling, because in truth – being the bane of the elders’ lives was a source of pride.

“So they hid it until you can make your own choices, and take the helm of the clan leader at 18?” He asks.

“Yeah, my mom just wants a quiet life. She’s travelling the world writing of jujutsu sorcery and my grandma is holding the fort. We’re not quite the Gojo’s, Zen’in’s or Kamo’s – but we’re a very old sorcery family, so we’ve influence enough.”

“Y/N. You know you’re not grade two, right?” He asks, dead serious.

“I know, Gojo. I’m special grade. Yaga is a friend of my uncle’s so he agreed to keep it all quiet.” You finish up your drink.

“Gojo – what I’ve told you, only Yaga knows. This stays between us, okay?” He nods and crosses his heart.

“And don’t worry, you’re still the strongest. I’m just good backup.” He giggle, swinging your bag over your shoulder and motioning for him to follow.

“You say that part of your technique is ancient? And thought extinct? Which part? Now you’ve told me I wanna see everything.”

You look back and forth between the streets, and you find an empty alley.

You stop.

He stops.

“Snow leopards are your favourite animal, right?” You ask and he wonders why his heart skips a beat at you remember such a silly detail.

He cocks an eyebrow and agrees.

“I’d tell you to close your eyes, but it won’t do much good.” And with that, a flash a golden light encompasses you and instead of the oh so pretty girl he loves seeing in front of him is a snowy white, fluffy, golden eyed leopard.

And in a flash, you’re back in front of him.

“I can’t do it for long. It’s still really taxing to do and zaps my cursed energy.” You say, gripping his elbow and making your way back to the main road.

“Y/N. I hope you know. That might have been the coolest thing ever. Oh! Can you do like a little mouse so I can just hide you and carry you around in my pocket all day and give you cheese and –” his enthusiasm is cut off by your loud laughter.

“Maybe when I’m stronger Satoru, then I’ll stay with you all the time and you won’t have to follow me to my missions when you’re bored.” You’d text the driver to pick you both up.

“Hey! I was worried! I didn’t know you were some freaky nature fairy when I left did I? !” He grins, and god he looks so handsome in the late afternoon light.

You swat his arm.

“You’re one to talk Mr. I have nearly the same number of eyes as a spider.” And with that he tosses your much smaller form over his shoulder.

“Hey – you might be cool but I’m still the strongest and right now, it’s time for me to demonstrate that.” You half heartedly thump at his back as you laugh at him to put you down.

The car pulls up, a curious gaze from the driver who is thoroughly confused by why you’re over Gojo’s shoulder.

He tosses you into the backseat of the car.

“That’s for keeping secrets from your bestest friends ever.” He flicks your forehead, buckling your belt.

You just roll your eyes.

The drive back home is filled with idle chatter, but Gojo can’t stop thinking about how goddamn fucking perfect you are. You’ve always been strong, kind, beautiful, sexy, funny but god the feral determination he saw in you today shook him to his very core. You say your goodbyes as you head to shower and sleep, but your phone buzzes that night – with a terribly photoshopped picture of your face on a mouse, captioned – ‘btw- ur technique, it’s really beautiful Y/N, I’m really hpy I saw you like that, and thx for telling me, u nd ur secret r safe w me ’. You can’t fight the smile on your face, a weight lifted off your shoulder now that the boy you love knows everything about you – well, except that one secret. The one that you’re hopelessly in love with him.

Maybe some day.

TAGLIST: @vesta-ro @lilithlunas @mialexandruh @sassy-cat-in-town @madam-ri @cjm-cookiethief

Requests open <3

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #pixie writes: family formations

[magicalrocketships]

knock knock who's there it's me 🥺🥺🥺 politely asking for an update on de-aged max?

WHO'S THERE, oh yes, more de-aged Max.

(this link shows the stuff I’ve already posted in chronological order if the tag isn't working. But anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.)

The package with the new nightlights in arrives after lunch, and Max pads silently around Daniel's apartment after him, watching him set them up. The Jimmy or Sassy cats come too, of course, winding their troublesome selves around Daniel's feet and the trailing wires. They are an accident waiting to happen, so Daniel tries to make Max giggle by doing a silly dance to step around the cats, but Max is quiet today, like Daniel's little shadow, and just hooks his little fingers through Daniel's belt loop.

There's a cat shaped light for the hall outside their bedrooms, and Daniel has to position it on a little stool because there's not a useful surface near the plug. It has a selection of settings, from a changing wave of colours to single colours at various brightnesses. Max carefully touches the cat's head, in between its ears, to get it to change colours, before settling on a soft blue glow. The one for the bathroom is shaped like an otter, and Daniel has to move some of their shit out of the way to find space for it on the counter. There's a new package of Pokemon-themed face cloths and towels and a matching toothbrush that he hasn't sprung on Max yet because he's waiting for bath time, a routine Max still does not approve of and Daniel hasn't figured out how to make fun yet. Max could go back to being big at any moment, but until he wakes up his normal size again, Daniel is committed to ensuring that Max is clean and fed and safe and warm for the duration, even if Max seems to believe that baths are a very bad thing indeed, and bath time in general is exhausting for them both.

Even given that Max does not approve of bath time, and he keeps wetting the bed and Daniel hasn't slept through the night since that brave little knock on his door last week, getting to spend all of this time with Max like this is great. He wouldn't change it for anything. He's sort of dreading the moment it all comes to an end and Max wakes up normal-aged again, if he's honest.

It doesn't make it any better, however, when it all goes wrong when Daniel tries to set up the night light he'd got for Max's bedroom.

"No," Max says, little arms folded, bottom lip jutting out, cheeks red.

"No?" Daniel asks, after he's tried to put the animal themed night light on the drawers by the bed more than once, and Max has pushed it away.

"No," Max says again, stamping his foot.

"Don't you like it?"

"I'm not scared," Max says. "Take it away."

Daniel hadn't been entirely certain if Max was afraid of the dark before he'd ordered the nightlights. It was another weapon in the online parenting websites' arsenal of tools to combat bedwetting, something he thought he might try, but one look at Max's bright, scared eyes as he mutinously maintains he doesn't need it, and Daniel is convinced he's terrified.

Which is— well.

"Okay," Daniel says. "That's okay, Maxy-Max. Can I tell you a secret?"

Max still looks mutinous. He hasn't unfolded his arms, his little bottom lip sticking out. He's frowning. It would be cute if Daniel wasn't secretly so worried.

"I'm scared of the dark," Daniel says in a whisper. "But I didn't want anyone to know, so I never had a light. But if you don't need this one, then maybe I can have it in my room, so I won't be scared any more. Do you think that might be okay?"

Max's expression does something complicated. His eyes have gone very wide. He's looking up at Daniel like he's one of those monkeys with the huge eyes. "You are not scared of the dark, Daniel," he says, after a moment of staring, unblinking, up at Daniel like a very worried little alien.

"I am," Daniel says. He lets that settle for a bit. Max looks worried, but he's also thinking. Daniel's learned to recognise that thinking face.

"But you're a grown up," Max whispers. He twists his fingers into Daniel's t-shirt, just above the waist, like he can keep hold of Daniel if Daniel tried to leave him behind. Daniel's not leaving him anywhere.

"Grown ups can be scared of things," Daniel says, in as gentle a voice as he can manage. "Big Daniels are scared of lots of things." Max looks amazed, and more than a little bit worried, which Daniel does not like. "I told you I was scared of the dark," Daniel says. "I don't like it in the middle of the night when I wake up and it's all dark. I don't like it when you go swimming in the sea and there are fish and they swim up to you. Sharks are scary too." He does a pretend full body shiver, to make Max laugh, but Max isn't laughing. He sits down on Max's bed, and pats the mattress next to him. Max obediently clambers up next to him, tucking himself into Daniel's side. "And can I tell you another secret?"

Max nods uncertainly. His fingers are pulling on Daniel's t-shirt, holding on tight.

"Charmander scares me," Daniel tells him, "because his tail's on fire."

Max's eyes go even wider. He blinks up at Daniel, then buries his face in Daniel's t-shirt, mumbling something that Daniel can't make out.

"What did you say, Maxy-Max?"

"You'll get in trouble," Max whispers, without unhiding himself from Daniel's shirt.

Oh, Daniel thinks, and does not cry. Instead, he wraps an arm around Max's shoulders. "It's okay to be scared of things," he says, without much hope that Max is able to listen and understand. "Nobody gets in trouble here for being scared of things. Everyone is scared of something."

Max shakes his head, face still buried in Daniel's side.

"Do you think you can help me set up my new nightlight in my bedroom?" Daniel says. "That way, tonight I won't have to be scared any more. And I was thinking that we could put the light on in the bathroom, and the one in the hall, and I'll keep my bedroom door open too, and then it'll be light if I wake up in the middle of the night. Is that okay, Max?"

Max tucks his hand into Daniel's, but won't let go of him.

"Do you want to sit here for a bit? We could look at your flag book for a bit, if you'd like. Have a cuddle."

Max shifts a little, face tucked into Daniel's side. "I know about your flags," he says, because they've been reading about Australia, and about Italy.

"You do," Daniel agrees, reaching for the flag book on the drawers by Max's bed. "Do you want to pick a page?"

Max flicks through his book for a while, before coming back to Daniel with the book open to the chapter on South America. If there's ever a point where Daniel is racing again, and there's a geography Grill the Grid, he's going to smash it. Race Max to the winning place. But not yet. Not just yet. Daniel leans down and kisses the top of Max's head.

Max looks up at him with a worried little smile.

"Do you know who my favourite little boy is?" Daniel asks.

Max's brow furrows. He shakes his head.

Daniel leans in and blows a little raspberry into Max's ear so that he giggles and squeezes Daniel's hand. "You, Maxy-Max. You're my favourite."

Max is quiet today. That's okay. His hand's tucked into Daniel's. One of the Jimmy or Sassy cats comes and sits on the other side of him, and Max strokes their little fluffy head. Daniel reads him the flag facts about Brazil, about Argentina, about Uruguay. Later, he can set up the nightlight in his bedroom, on the drawers by the door so it'll light up the hallway. He'll leave all the doors open so that the light will bleed into Max's room, and hopefully it'll help. Hopefully he'll let Daniel buy him his own nightlight. Maybe one day soon he can say that he's scared and not worry about getting into trouble for it.

Until then: this. He's okay.

Thank you to @flawlessassholes for reading this over! And the other lovely people who listen to me go on and on about small Max.

#my fic #de-aged maxiel #baby max #fic that I wrote

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Endless light

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x Black cat reader

Word count: 2200

Warnings: none

Content: Since you did a Zorro one, in the second movie (I think) there is a sword fight scene where they argue and then kiss in the end

Requested by: @alathan13

Excuse the delay, the past week has been crazy. So had to find so time to write. I'm also working on the requests that have come through but just need some time. I hope you like it!

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The hallway was dark, that was until you pulled out your pocket mirror, which was another one of your handy gadgets and you looked through it just to confirm your weren’t going to walk through a bunch of lazer beams.

“So you really are going to marry him.”, was a statement you heard from a man you knew well, maybe too well. You pressed your lips as you pretended to look into the mirror, to make it all look like you just needed a moment to fix your lipstick.

“This is my engagement party.”, you put away your device.

“If you haven’t noticed.”, you lifted your eyebrow as you turned to him, to take in his outfit and along with it the burning gaze with which he was looking at you.

“And yet you’re here, away from it all.” he pursed his lips as if he was hot on your trail.

He walked closer to you and you stepped back, till there was no more room, till your back rested against the wall. He placed his arms to either of your side, caging you within as his eyes found yours after they had dripped low to your lips.

“Let the poor guy know you’re just here to steal the diamond.”, he gave you a smile, a dangerous one as he read your mind.

“Seems like you just want to stop the wedding.”, you held your weight against his pressing focus. Nothing intimidated you and maybe that was why he couldn’t let you go.

“Maybe.”, he shrugged his shoulders with a down turned lip looking away unenthused as if that was the real reason for his attendance.

“Oh no Miguel, have you fallen in love with me?”, you pushed away from the wall to trace a finger down the side of his cheek to tilt his face back towards you, to tease him for his moody demeanor.

But he held your gaze, his eyes softening as he said, “Maybe”.

The smile you had faltered as you pulled away your hand from his face as though you had touched a live wire.

“Go back to the party, enjoy the food and go home.”, you ducked under his arms and ventured further into the hallway.

“And let you commit a crime?”, he fell into step as he caught up with you.

“Always the hero.”, you clicked your tongue as you halted to fix your gaze on him.

“Have you ever wondered why we didn’t work out?”, you raised a question and he parted his lips to answer but you weren’t willing to listen. With every second you spent quarreling with him, you were losing time on stealing what you wanted.

“He’s working with King Pin.”, he held your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“So?”, you furrowed your brows but his touch was sparking the feelings you had for him, again.

“He’s dangerous.”, he whispered with worry in his eyes, he looked like a lost boy waiting and yearning for you to reciprocate what he felt.

You wriggled your hand but he wouldn’t let go. You wanted to argue but before you could,

“and losing his diamond to the National Arts Museum will serve him well.”, he explained further and then it all fell into place.

“You want me to steal it?”, you questioned, now confused as to what his motive was.

“No, I want us to steal it.”, he said with glimmering eyes and you were sure there was a catch to this.

“So I can then donate it?”, you furrowed your brows, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your wrist made you want to place your hand on his lips, to stop him from speaking so you could trace it’s shape with your fingers.

“Yes.”, he admitted and it broke your daydream.

“No way.”, you responded as you slipped your hand from his hold.

“I’ll compensate you for your loss.”, he still held your gaze and you didn’t want to move away from it.

“Oh how do you plan on doing that?”, you questioned folding your arms to fix him with an unenthused look.

“I have my ways.”, he said as fiddled with the edge of the bow that held your dress together.

“So this is part of your great plan to get me back.”, you swallowed as your throat ran dry, learning that this scheme of his wasn’t for some heroic purpose but for his own.

“I’ve always wanted you back.”, he took a step closer as though he wanted to cup your cheek.

“You’re the one who’s fighting this.”, he said it with a passion that was infuriating.

“Ha right.”, you rolled your eyes, because if not he could see the evident loneliness in them.

You tried to walk away from him again, which was beginning to become difficult. There was an unsaid pull towards him, to stay in his hold, to let his fingers pull away your armour that seemed to fall easily around him.

But as you took a step away, you felt the tug on your hip, to then feel the fabric of your dress slip loose. It fluttered as it felt to the ground revealing your suit underneath.

“There she is.”, Miguel smiled admiring your contoured silhouette.

“And how did you plan on playing that off if I didn’t have my suit underneath?”, you turned to him as he picked up your purse from your hand.

“Wouldn’t have complained.”, he snorted a laugh as he fiddled through your belongings to pick up your mask.

“Would have preferred it that way.”, he found your eyes as he fixed your mask around it and you were glad the dim light hid the colour of your cheeks.

“Your charms don’t work anymore.”, you met his gaze with resilience, he hummed as though he was impressed as his finger wandered down your cheek to your neck.

“Then why is it that your pulse is heightened?”, he smirked and you grumbled pulling away from his touch to pick up your dress from the floor.

“You’re insufferable, that’s why.”, you huffed and caught a glimpse of his tuxedo transforming into his spider suit.

You trudged further till you reached a vault and all you could focus on was his presence trailing behind you. He took shared your cat like abilities to lurk around darkness.

“Don’t follow me.”, you warned him as you flipped open the key pad to enter the code.

“I have an equal stake in this heist. I promised the mayor the diamond will be returned to the museum.”, he had his hands on his hips as your threw him a glance over your shoulder.

“Great.”, you said sarcastically as the keypad turned green, granting you access into the next step.

“How did you get him to share the forbidden code?”, he peeked over your shoulder. The hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you felt his breath on your back.

“Men confess anything in their sleep.”, you mumbled shrugging your shoulders hinting to the ease at securing your entry.

But turning to see him once you had secured your gloves, his stance was failing to mask his jealousy.

“What?”, you asked to battle his stare.

“Is that why you spent the night with me? To collect secrets?”, he towered over you.

“No.”, you said instantly. You couldn’t believe it, that he would even dare to question your motive as to why you had gone to him that night.

“Besides, that was ages ago.”, you turned away hurt at his assumption.

“And you mumbled you loved me in the dead of night.”, you spoke with your back facing him.

“Is that why you left?”, his voice was laced with longing.

“Maybe.”, you told him as you began to open the vault door. The heavy door swung open, enough for the two of you to enter.

He had fallen silent again and it was killing you, to see the effect you had on him.

The final step before reaching your prized possession was a series of tiles that had to be stepped on properly in a sequence.

“Did he treat you right?”, he asked and you sighed.

“Let this go, Miguel.”, you stated as your foot hovered over a tile.

“No, I can’t.”, he pulled you away from the glowing tiles.

“I need to know.”, his mask peeled away to expose his face.

“Did he hold you close like I did?”, he tilted his head. And you were growing annoyed, that if he asked another question, you were going to bombard him with the truth.

“Did his touch remind you of me?”, his eyes were heavy lidded, his face slowly leaning forward.

“Miguel, he was drunk and he fessed it up.”, you spoke out in anger, at his questioning, at the resurfacing memories.

“And yes, I can’t find someone else because every stupid little thing reminds me of you. And the worst is it has only made me miss you more.”, you gestured with your hands, trying to convey your annoyance but his eyes were wide with surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked softly.

“Because we’re opposites, Miguel. The nature of our work will always get in the way.”, you argued.

“Aren’t we working together now?”, he looped his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him.

“And all we’ve been doing is arguing.”, your eyes bored into his.

“Why can’t you just admit that you’re wrong about this?”, he grew tense as you pulled away his hand from your waist to escape his hold again.

He took a few steps to walk ahead of you to be in your line of sight again but it was a single click that made you both freeze. His foot was on a glowing tile that buzzed red, out of instinct and fear you tackled him to the ground as poison darts shot out the walls above you. You waited till the silence filtered back in to see what you had done. You were sitting on top of his torso shielding him as best you could. When you tilted your face, the tip of his nose was touching yours, his eyes were dark and lovesick.

The alarms began to blare and you resorted to your backup plan. You used your grappling hook to latch onto the structural element above the floor to swing to the other side to then disable the active tiles.

The diamond sat in a glass box, using your claws you drew out an opening to break into it. Safely taking it out of the box, you secured it and in it’s place dropped your engagement ring.

“We need to get out of here.”, Miguel warned as the front door began to seal itself.

“The only exit is through the vents.”, you ordered him to crawl up first.

“But you hate confined spaces.”, he debated.

“For once in your life Miguel just do as I say.”, you yelled as the sirens grew louder. He got in and you followed.

The vents were wide enough to fit two people but his larger body took up most of the space as you crawled up next to him. It was silent for the most part and you were almost to the end when the tight walls had begun to cause your vision to blur. You stopped and so did he.

“Respirar.”, he coaxed you, his hand resting on your back as he comforted you.

So you inhaled and exhaled slowly, your eyes drifting to his again.

“We’re almost there.”, he said softly, and it amazed you. That even after your efforts to drive him away, he never left.

“I’ve never had someone love me the way you do.”, you confessed to him, whispering it between your breaths.

“Like you need me the way you need air to breathe.”, his eyes never left yours as he waited for you to spell out whatever it was that you wanted to say.

“And it’s difficult to accept that when I have spent my whole life, convinced I’m not worthy of receiving it.”, you finished to see him nod softly.

“Is that why you disappeared in the morning? After we…”, he looked away before his gaze found yours again.

“I had fallen in love with you and that scared me.”, you nudged closer as if you were bestowing your most coveted secret to him.

He leaned closer, the walls somehow disappearing around you, now making it feel cozy as his finger traced your jawline before he tilted your chin up. His eyes fell to your lips and before you could give in to kiss him, he did.

It felt like a part of you that had died, had come back to life. Your breath hot against his skin as he kissed you softly, mindful of where you both were but in the hum of the vents, you heard his as he smiled against your lips, as if this was what he had joined this heist for.

He pulled away so that you could get out of the place you were trapped in, you emerged out to the roof and made your escape.

To drop the diamond of at the museum under an alias because what he had promised seemed so much more better than some stone. He took you to the highest point of the city, to continue where he had left of, to let the city lights and stars shower you in endless glimmering light, the same way he gave his love freely.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel x y/n #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099

[boyinafandom]

Hitting The Curve

Notes;

Modern day au

Y/n is gender neutral

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Spencer, knew he liked you. It was only friendly of course. Your his coworker.

Why would he ever want to date you? Sure, you’re just as smart as him, listen to him rant on and on without getting bored. And-Oh- another thing, out of every one in and outside of the office he seems to be the only person you’re ever actually nice to.

So he didn’t really understand why he got this tingling all over his body and why his mind went blank and his face got hot when you simply leaned on his arm..ok maybe let me be more specific..

You, him and Derek, had been talking about how much you liked cd’s, he doesn’t really remember how you guys got here, because he was reading and only inserted himself into the conversation when you asked what kind of music he liked.

“Classical.”

He stated simply

(This is important for later)

After a few seconds to long of silence, he spoke up again

“Or opera”

He watched you nod, Not really caring what Derek had to say in this moment, that’s what was odd about how he felt about you. He craved you’re attention. He yearned for it.

But anyway. Back to the story.

“Uh huh..”

You nodded

“I don’t really listen to music though, I prefer vinyl’s in all honesty”

He did.

“Oh yes! That was the subject at hand.”

You lightened

“I prefer cd’s, I do use my phone for music, of course,it’s only natural this day In age. But I just like the feel of having a physical copy of things.”

“I should know, I’ve seen the atrocious amount of cd racks you have in your living room”

Derek chimed. Chuckling. But all Spencer could think about was that Derek Morgan. The womanizer, got himself into your house, and did what?

“Well duh. Everyone saw it.when I said “don’t mind the racks” I wasn’t talking about money. I literally meant racks. Like of CD’s.”

You rolled you’re eyes playfully, like it was some big inside joke he wasn’t apart of…

“Uh- if I may ask- what kind of music do you listen to?”

He felt like a kid, asking out the hottest girl in his freshmen class (who. For him, was like 4 years older then him. Not the point but also…kind of the point)

“You may”-you Plato-“I listen to a lot of stuff, it’s kind of hard to explain it, it really depends on my mood in the moment. But if I had to pinpoint a specific genre it would probably be /insert your favorite/ most listened to genre here/ but over all I listen to just about anything.”

You shrug, pleased with you’re explanation.like a content cat.

“I actually have a few on me right now”

You only really seemed happy when you talked about things you liked…you were happy when you talked to him…so by proxy,you liked him..

“Oh god..here we go…”

Derek practically groaned

He heard Rosie chuckle on the other side of the jet

You smile, and pull out a CD holder

“Oh that looks like a lot more then a few..”

Spencer says, kind of just staring at it, like he’s trying to find something interesting to say, but he just can’t, like, the words won’t come to him.

And then it’s like your brain sparks a wire

“What if I got you a CD? Any one you want, I’ll find one and get it for you? How does that sound?”

You say, leaning on his shoulder and smiling

“You don’t have to answer, I’m gonna get you one anyway…trust.”

And like that his heart was on fire.

That was the moment he realized he was in love with you, or, that it was leading to love, that It would get that far. That he liked you as much as he did, the way you smiled, and leaned against his arm in the jet seat, how you, looked at him. The boy genius. The man who’s only good trait was his brain.

Time froze. Thank god for his memory. Because he’s never gonna forget this moment. ever.

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This is also on wattpad! So if you want to keep up with it easer the tag is “boyinafandomtumblr”

:3

Part 2

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

[xy-nox]

One Hell of a Lawsuit

(Everything here is pretty under explained narrative wise but that’s a future issue..) 2nd Part

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“You’re suing commission?!”

The silence was deafening, all eyes on Brian. “Oh don’t give me those looks. Is this humane?” He said motioning to the muzzle on the other side of the table.

    He paused to take a sip from his canteen, chicken soup just like his dad always makes it. He’d have to thank his brother again for making it. Would also have to make a complaint to commission for jaw pain ‘cause of their little ‘punishment.’ Regardless… “I have rights, not just on earth, but also up here. Section 3 on captivity, subsection 57. ‘Unreasonable restraints aren’t to be used unless the subjected is hostile to those maintaing them.” He flicked out his pocket handbook and slid it across the table. 

Manny picked it up and flipped to the section stopping on a page full of annotations and highlights. “This clause may be ignored if the subjected has committed any of the following crimes in section 4, subsection 1 on unredeemable crime.”

“I’ve sifted through that too,” Brian said putting down the thermos. “I’m redeemable bitches.”

Jov laughed at that. “I might just’ve sued, in solidarity of course, if you weren’t. You started a scuffle,” she said running her hand over a scratch on Brian’s face. “Not the next interplanetary war.”

Manny resumed his place in the handbook after a sip of coffee. “Unreasonable in regards to restraints differs between species. For humans, anything that’ll give us sores, long lasting aches, broken ribs and or other bones. This includes but doesn’t limit to restraints that limit the ability to communicate, breathe, eat or perform other bodily functions due to covering or restriction of the jaw, mouth or nose. This is considered unreasonable without repeated hostility.”

“Wait, wait, wait—“ David said around his food. “It was only the one Iter’cov you beat up, right?”

“Yep. I have no repeated offenses. This case is so damn simple I could defend my-fucking-self.”

“The commission doesn’t often use Earthly systems of law to settle lawsuits because they lose more often than they win.”

Attention shifted to Clojer who shrank in his chair, fluffy ears back and flattened. Brian was more by the day convinced he was an over-evolved house cat.

     Clo continued after a sip of tea. “You’d have a harder time convincing them to let you use the trial by jury system alone as they often involve others as well.”

“Seriously?” What do they usually use to try people?”

“The Rivaelean system is often used after Earthly if the commission wants to be quick about it. With it, your actions and motive are put into a.. pipeline? I think that’s the best way to describe the chart. It sifts through a series of yes’s or no’s and in the end assigns a ‘verdict’ for that action or your motive a point value. For example… ‘Heinous’ is the verdict of the action, of let’s say a stabbing, with a point value of 30. The motive is deemed ‘uncalled for and unprovoked’ assigned a value of 25. The added numbers are higher than 50 so the given punishment is ‘Harsh.’”

The whole table sighed at that. “There’s no wiggle room. You get a bad score on your crime and you’re going straight to the slammer,” Jov said.

“What’s what I did to the Iter’cov count as?”

     Clojer made motions with his hands going down the chart in his head. When he finished, his expression was tight. “Your crime would hypothetically get a score of 10 for excessive harm in defense of another. The maximum you can get and still not have a punishment ‘devoid of temporary restraint or imprisonment,’ is 15. I’m not sure how they’d take your motive though.. it could go either way.”

     Brian considered the numbers and smiled, swiveling in his chair. “So what you’re saying is there’s a chance with Rivaelean and a shoe in if I get Earthen?”

     “In essence,” Clo said excusing himself from the table. Jerizole was yelling about something to do with a faulty wire and electrocution risk so it sounded like lunch break was over.

Manny kept the handbook as he left., silent assurance he’d keep looking into this. It was just him Jov and David.

Dave slumped in his chair with a sigh. “Holy fuck, we’re suing the commission.”

[[This will be continued as soon as I flesh out some more of the chart. It is a WIP at the moment but I want to have more solid numbers before I go in and write how the case goes but I intend to write more about Brian’s friends up till the day of the trial. In addition to this, please excuse any errors regarding our planets confusing ass legal system and terminology regarding it.]]

Next part/related bunch of words

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans and aliens #law for narrative purposes #earth is space australia #earth is a deathworld #original story #humans are space fae #when you sue you higher ups for the lols

[auroraesmeraldarose]

Rafael/Coral Island Fic pt12

Couldn’t sleep, been up since 3am… and there’s a cat asleep on my stomach so I can’t get out of bed, so f it, have part 12 way too soon after part 11. Dunno about you lot but I’m too emotionally vulnerable to have the big angst lurking for too long unresolved anyway! 😘 (PS, we’re not far from the end now…)

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The past two weeks had been agony for Rose. Her shoulder had healed fine, leaving the beginnings of a scar, but Rafael had barely spoken to her, and that hurt more than any injury could. Ever since his anger on the day of the beach cleanup, he had been distant with her. She had been to the smiths a few times, trying to patch things up, but also needing Pablo’s help with Rafael’s birthday gift. Once or twice he had caught her whispering with Pablo about the necklace, and she had to guiltily act as if it was nothing, which wasn’t helping him to forgive her. Rose had even tried returning his borrowed hoodie, as a kind of peace offering, but he had seemed even grumpier at having it back. She couldn’t have known that to him that had seemed like a dismissal, a rejection, and he had slept every night since holding it against him like a comfort blanket, breathing the scent of her on it. Between the returned hoodie and the half-caught whispers with Pablo, he felt sure she had given him up. Every time he saw Rose with Pablo he fought the urge to scream, to beat his brother to a pulp for daring to even look at her.

Rose hoped against hope he would forgive her for it all today, but she was terrified. He had been so angry with her for going so deep into the mines, she wouldn’t be too surprised if he refused to take the onyx, or threw it into the ocean, or smashed it on the anvil. But it was done, and if she said so herself, it was quite beautiful in a handcrafted kind of way. It was too late now to change her mind. She had wrapped it in a herringbone of silver wire at top and bottom, and Pablo had given her a matching silver chain for it that was just the right width; not too delicate to look strange on Rafael’s huge, muscular body, but not too wide to distract from the onyx itself. It was just long enough that the jewel would rest on Rafael’s chest slightly above his heart. She got dressed, in a pretty green dress with thin straps, nervously smoothing it down in the mirror. She packed the huge pile of food she had gathered for the little surprise birthday dinner her and Pablo had planned, and put the necklace in the front pocket of her backpack.

When she arrived at the blacksmith, Pablo looked worried. Whispering as he let her in, he said “he’s not in a great mood… I’m going to head out and get some wine, give you a chance to talk…” Pablo turned to shout behind him “Raf, Rose is here! I’m just going to get some wine!” And darted out the door before he could respond.

Rafael was in the living room, sprawled on the couch in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

“Hey hero, happy birthday,” she smiled at him, nervously, praying he would respond kindly.

“Thanks, Rose. Just another day, really,” his voice was dull, and when he looked around at her his face looked… miserable; her heart sank.

“Well, will you open your gift from me? Maybe that might make it more like a birthday?” She reached into her bag, and pulled out a black box tied with a matching ribbon.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Rose.” The look of misery was replaced by a false, almost defeated smile, and she held out the box towards him. He got up from the couch and walked towards her, taking the box from her outstretched hands.

He placed the gift on the kitchen counter, carefully untied the ribbon and lifted the lid from the little black box, before unwrapping the onyx necklace painstakingly from the tissue paper, turning it over in his hands. He stared at it for a long time, until she felt so tense she had to break the silence.

“I hope it’s okay… I know it’s a bit… handmade looking, but I’ve never made anything like this before…” she glanced at his face nervously, then down at the necklace held in his hands. Her own hands twisted the honeybee at her throat nervously. Several more seconds passed before he responded, and it felt more like minutes to Rose.

“This… this is why you were so deep in the mine?” His face was intensely thoughtful, he had not blinked for a long time, and she bit her lip nervously before answering.

“Yes. Which is why I wouldn’t let you come with me, and I’m sorry I got hurt but I just wanted to give you something to show you how much I care. And that’s why I didn’t tell you what I was looking for, and Pablo has been helping me get it right… he agreed it would be a perfect gift, so he let me borrow the rock tumbler, and showed me how to work the silver wire without it snapping, and helped with the chain…” her words exploded from her one after another quickly, trying desperately to get it all out so he could just be angry and get it over with. There was another long silence from Rafael as he took it all in.

“That’s… uhm… why… you’ve been… uhm… whispering with Pablo?” His voice was higher than usual, and his face had broken into a look of horrified, guilty realisation.

“Yeah, the chain was too hard for me to make myself, so I needed his help, but the rest of it I made…” She was almost pleading again, and looked desperately at his face, which was changing like clouds revealing the sun. He felt as if his body had disappeared, he was weightless, the relief was so powerful. She stopped, and stared. “Wait, Raf, you didn’t think…?” She trailed off, and as he wasn’t shouting like she thought he might she let out a sudden nervous laugh at the look of guilt and embarrassment that confirmed the end of her sentence without her having to say it. “Rafael you gorgeous idiot, I am not interested in your brother. Not one, single, iota. To me, he is an annoying brother of my own!” He was beginning to smile slightly now, and blushing deeply, as he came back to his senses, but he didn’t seem stung by the “idiot” part, he was too relieved, and too happy with “gorgeous.”

Rose slipped her arms around his waist and threw herself into a desperate hug. “You’re not mad at me anymore?” She smiled, hoping against hope that this would end all the weird, grumpy moods he’d been in recently.

“Well…” he thought a while before answering. “One promise?”

The request seemed reasonable, if he’d really thought she had been having some kind of relationship with his brother, right now she’d promise anything to make him happy, so she leaned back and nodded. “Of course, it’s your birthday, you can have anything you want!”

He put a hand on her shoulder, and ran his thumb tenderly over the scar that was forming there. “Promise me, Rose, that you’ll never go that far into the mine without me again?” His face was earnest, and had a hint of sadness, and she knew she couldn’t deny him that.

“I promise. Anyway, you’ve only got one neck, I can’t give you onyx necklaces for the next sixty-something years or however long we know each other!” Rose laughed, and tried to pull him properly into a hug, though really she just pulled herself back towards him, he was so heavy. She laughed again, adding “although it might take me that long to forgive you for thinking I would ever think of Pablo like that!” She prodded him in the ribs, but didn’t let the hug go. “It’s a good job it’s your birthday, or I’d be kicking your ass for thinking so little of me.” She nestled into him, and he squeezed her tight, not even feeling that awkward about it for once. His face radiated joy tinged with the lingering shame at having been so stupid.

A few moments of embracing later he pulled away from her slightly, and looking down into her eyes with a raised eyebrow in mockery he said “I’d love to see you try and kick my ass, five foot two, I don’t think you could even reach!”

Rose prodded him in the ribs again, “you just wait until tomorrow, when it’s not your birthday… I may be small but I can think of a million little ways to torture you and make your life a misery!” She stretched up on tip-toe and pulled him down towards her.

“Happy birthday, hero,” she repeated, as close to his ear as she could reach, before planting a soft kiss on his cheek, carried away by the joy that they were back to being themselves again. She dropped back to her normal height, and beamed. His face was hotter than the forge, and he let go of her, turning away, a little ashamed of how much he was blushing at a simple kiss on the cheek. He returned to the necklace, and clumsily put it on, grinning from ear to ear as he stroked it with his fingers.

“It’s brilliant, thank you, Rose. I love it. I can’t believe you made it yourself! Is there anything you can’t learn to do?” He was still beaming at her, and all was forgiven, she had kissed him, and she wasn’t in love or lust or anything at all with Pablo. It was the best birthday he had ever had.

“Hmm… Enjoy sashimi?” Came the reply, as she went back to her backpack to unpack the many containers and packages inside. “Come on, let’s get this food out of my bag, I’m not having it smell of fish forever!”

By the time they had unpacked and laid out the food, Pablo returned with not one, but two bottles of wine, and was pleased to see that the mood had lightened considerably while he was out. He noticed the onyx was now hanging around Rafael’s neck, and congratulated Rose on an excellent piece of work. Rafael even hugged his brother, and thanked him for the help he had given Rose with it.

“It was all her, little bro, I just let her borrow some tools and gave her a few tips…” he slapped the two of them on the back, before going on “I thought you were going to put my cojones on the anvil when you caught us talking about it the other day, but I couldn’t ruin the surprise by telling you…” Rafael turned and grabbed his brother again, dragging him into a bear hug that looked tight enough to hurt.

“Enough, enough!” Pablo tried to push his brother away, despite being half his size, “come on, let’s get the wine open and celebrate properly!”

The rest of his birthday was spent eating, drinking, and mostly, laughing. He had never been happier, and by the time he walked Rose home he was giddy, and not just from the wine. He felt his heart might burst with joy. He dropped her at the farmhouse door, hugging her tight, then practically floated home to lie in bed with his hand caressing the onyx on his chest, his face still burning at the memory of her kiss. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, and eventually dragged himself out of bed to continue work on the emerald necklace. On the other side of town, Rose got into her own bed, unable to stop smiling at the thought of the joy on his face, and she too found it hard to fall asleep. Her mind was filled with smiling, blushing images of the gorgeous idiot she adored.

#coral island rafael #rafael coral island #coral island #fanfic #fluff #sleep deprived af

[nebulafrost78]

King Bowser Koopa × reader

Sometimes… when I open my eyes… I still wonder… Why me? I thought as I stared at the ceiling, before turning to look at the only source of light filling the room. I could hear the faint crackling and bubbling of the lava outside. Its intense heat dulled by the cooling magic of the bedroom… it was so strange… but I could feel the silk sheets covering me. Then, there is the leathery texture of a yellow clawed hand resting on my abdomen… and yet now it's so familiar…I look towards the beast connected to the appendage, he was fast asleep, and his face buried into the red plush pillow. I reach up, brushing my fingers through his thick red hair, and hear him let out a low rumble. Kinda like a cat purring, as a peaceful smile adorns his face… sometimes I wonder if this is all just a dream… I look back at my stomach, enlarged, growing with new life…but… it feels too real… I definitely feel this and the warmth of him… the scent of a campfire and brimstone mixing with lavender vanilla scent is calming… however I can't stop thinking of how I ended up like this… when I first ended up here… it sure is much different than my world and how they perceived this one.

~Flashback~

It was a normal day for me, the same routine. I woke up and went to work. I was a school art teacher, nothing special. I just loved being with children and helping them create amazing things. Afterward, I went to do my nightly college courses, learning special education. I hope to be able to help children in need and this would also further my career. It was a great distraction and helped pass the time. On other days when I wasn't working or doing homework, I'd sit around, read a book, watch anime, or play video games. As I said earlier, it was nothing special. I was often home alone, friends were often busy. I never thought I'd fall in love or have a family of my own. But then it happened… I found a Nintendo GameCube, it caught my eye in a dumpster near the school. One of its controllers hanging out over the edge. Curious, I went over and pulled it out. It seemed to be in great condition, a little scuffed up and dirty, but functional. It has two controllers connected to it. One sadly had a missing or damaged button as someone played it a little too hard. While the other seemed to be perfectly fine. It also had its connections tied around it, a bit too tightly, however. I wonder why someone would throw something like this away. After some thought I brought it home and fixed it up a bit, however, there was no saving the busted controller. When I detangle the wires I opened the cd compartment to find a copy of Mario sunshine inside, completely unharmed. I pushed up my glasses as I checked the cd. I might as well play it, I never played the game before, only seeing a few let's plays. It also was when Bowser Jr was first introduced. I still wonder how Bowser had a kid, who is Junior's mother. But whatever, I plugged it into my TV and started it up. However, instead of a loading screen, I was met with something totally different. It became very bright, almost blinding, covering the whole room, I could not see anything and I covered my eyes. Then I felt something weird, what felt like blades of grass replaced the push carpet of my bedroom. I then heard the chirping of birds and glanced around with wide eyes. Where am I? I was just in my bedroom mere moments ago. That is when I started forward on a nearby path before my mouth fell open. In front of me not far I could see a large white castle, mushrooms everywhere. I can't believe it, am I really in Pip-World? Is that really the mushroom kingdom, this is so unreal. I whipped my glass and put them back on in disbelief.

It wasn't long till I entered the kingdom, at least I wasn't in my PJs when I started the game. Just in black leggings and a tank top with a baggy lavender sweater adorning a white unicorn. I became nervous shuffling slowly around the town in my brown ankle boots. Everyone was staring at me and it was awkward. I began to play with my dark brown braid over my shoulder. Did I look silly or something, man I'm much more used to children… I'm even as childish as them sometimes, with my mountains of plush toys and figures. I even have a small twin bed with unicorn-printed sheets.

I could hear them whispering around me, it was making my head spin. I jumped, feeling a hand on my shoulder, and let out a small yelp as I jumped back from the figure behind me. However, I soon relaxed, although still in shock, to see a familiar red plumber in front of me.

"Excuse me uh miss, are you alright, you seem a bit distracted," Mario asked me, trying to ease my nerves. “Are you all right?”

"Oh I'm fine," I mumble quietly to which he could only hear. "Just a bit lost is all."

"If you'd like my brother and I could show you around." He smiled as the familiar younger green plumber brother Luigi pop out nervously from behind him.

"Sure, um that would be nice." I gave them a small smile. They began to help and show me around and I told them how I ended up in the mushroom kingdom.

"You then just appeared right out of town," Luigi repeated what I told them.

"Uh yeah, I guess. I'm still unsure myself, to be totally honest."

"Why don't we take you to see the princess," Mario suggested. "I'm sure she can find some way to help you get your way home."

"Oh yes of course," I can't believe it, I'm going to meet princess peach. Besides Bowser, she is my favorite character. She is sweet and kind, and beautiful. I also couldn't help comparing her to my mother. Who I sadly miss dearly, she has the same blond hair and blue eyes she did. I lost her when I was younger and never really had a good and faithful father. Bringing strange women into the house, and some also would steal from me and my father. But of course, there was nothing I could do. I'd just watch him waste away on the couch. Beer on one hand, remote on the other. There were also the times he'd lash out at me till it finally ended with him having a heart attack a year before graduation. I soon ended up finishing school while staying at an orphanage, due to having no other living relatives. The only thing that kept me going was the memories of my mother. The smell of her baking along with her sweet smile. Oh, How I would give anything to see her again. Which is why I almost broke into tears when I saw the princess. In real life, she almost looked identical to my mother. The only difference is the royal outfit and lack of the scent of citruses.

I then noticed she was talking to me and shook my head apologizing. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I was lost in thought."

She giggled, "I just asked your name, and it was nice to meet you." Oh, the nostalgic laugh. I returned her smile and told to my name. Not long after our meeting, who do you think decided to chase the party? Your right Bowser, the king of the Koopas. He barged and threw his army at the ready. He was so much larger and scarier in person. He was in the middle of his terrifying speech about how he was going to take over the kingdom and destroy the Mario Brothers. When he paused to look at me, eyes widening, it almost seemed like we were frozen in time, locked in each other's gazes. It was as if we were the only ones in the room, well, until an attack from the kingdom's hero brought the mighty king out of his daydream. But it was all for not, the king soon had his claws on the distressed princess and made off on his warship. I decide to help the two heroes save Princess Peach once again from King Bowser. Afterward, I ended up going on more and more adventures with the heroes. Bowser and I also grew closer and closer till our relationship was no longer just a rumor. We got engaged and we're happy. The others were a bit skeptical but if it keeps him from causing chaos and me happy why not. And that's how I ended up here with him.

~Flashback ends~

I smiled at him before letting out a hard cough. I was forcefully shot up and hacked hard into my hands. The sound and movement startled my sleeping husband. He got up quickly and worried. Rubbing my sore back. It was getting harder to breathe every day, and I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. I glanced down at my blood-soaked palms. I ended up with the same illness that took my mother. How unfortunate, and unlucky am I? My husband has been by my side ever since the illness hit a few months ago. No magic or item could cure me, trust me we tried. He hads minions go off to find some way to heal me, even going as far as asking his enemy for help. As days went by I got worse and he became sleepless and heartbroken. He changed a lot and became angry and frustrated. It wasn’t long before the time I gave birth came around. I was brought to tears seeing the small mini copy of my husband. However, when he opened his eyes, I could see the deep dark brown surrounding his irises. I smiled early and I kissed my son's green reptilian forehead. My husband loomed over a soft smile on his lips and he tried to stop the flow of water from his eyes.

"Junior," I whispered weakly.

"What?" My husband asked to repeat.

"Junior, my baby Bowser Junior," I smiled leaning back in the bed. "Promise to take care and love him. Be the father mine wasn't." that was the last thing I told him.

"Of course, what are-" he froze, looking up at my form. He jumped in fright as I stopped moving entirely. He screamed for help as Junior cried in his limp mother's arms. Not long after my passing, he was forced out of the room by doctors carrying his son in his arms. He cried, walking up the castle steps to now his once-shared bed chambers. Having left the hospital hours ago. Bowser held his now sleeping child as he sobbed, his heart hurting in his chest. After reaching the bedroom, he couldn’t put his son down in the crib just yet. He held him close, the last thing he had left of her gently to his chest. Something they made together, and he felt if he put his son down somehow, he would disappear too. "I promise I'll take care of our son." He sobbed, looking at the bundle in his arms. “Not just for you but for his future as well. I miss you, my love.” I miss you too, my love, and thank you, I promise we will be together again someday.

#bowser koopa #mario bros #fanfic #sad stories #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n

[upthewitchypunx]

I’ve had a few questions about the rooms in our house, so for those of you actually interested in the rooms, here’s some info ...

We are two punks in our 40s (pronouns: he and she/they) I own the house in North Portland a few blocks from the Yellow Line Killingsworth Max stop. I’m vegan and my partner is an omnivore so our kitchen is a vegetarian compromise and that is non negotiable. No cooking meat in the house or storing meat in the kitchen. Eggs, honey, and milk are okay just no on my favorite well seasoned cast iron skillet.

The house is 120 years old and while we have replaced the wiring, windows, heater, sewer, etc.The kitchen and baths need updates. It also has has old house issues like no AC, few electric plugs, weird doorknobs, etc.

There are bands that practice at least two nights a week in our basement so it would not be a good option for a student or someone who needs quite. The practice space could also be used by you if you make music. We live by the freeway which creates a nice ocean sounding white noise, at least I think so. It also makes the sound of band practicing drown out.

Pre-pandemic we hosted a lot of house guests from all over the world from trusted travelers, zine friends, or musicians. Not so much currently, but maybe in the future. That's just something to keep in mind.

We are not neat freaks. My partner washes most of everyone's dishes and will tidy up the kitchen for everyone, but there are often piles of neglected projects on the dining table, and dust that needs to be swept off the stairs and stuff like that. If something bothers you, clean it, don’t complain about it.

We work from home and cook most of our meals, we are here a lot and we listen to a lot of podcasts. Customers also come to our home to pick up orders.

There are two bathrooms, one we are planning on doing some work on this year and the upstairs one has a giant clawfoot tub. We also have a gas stove, fire place, porch, washer and dryer in the basement, small yard jam packed with lots of plants and veggie garden boxes.

Both rooms are upstairs. The big room is $750/month including all utilities (water/sewer, gas, electricity, internet and some other stuff like toilet paper, dishsoap, sponges, etc) our friend from Utah might take the room in autumn so we might have a short term space available. The smaller room is $650/month including all utilities and is strange but kind of charming because someone tried and failed at turning it into a kitchen at some point in the 70s and it has a build in retro kitchen counter and cabinet situation that makes for nice built in shelving.

We are old punks but we are pretty chill, not interested in drama and would prefer someone over 25 and even more preferred would be someone over 30. (You know, through your Saturn Return). We are queer and trans friendly. We hate racist, nazis, fascists, and terfs. Also, we are up to date on COVID vaccinations and expect you to be too.

No dogs, but well behaved cats are a possibility. We might be interested in someone who needs a place to land for a few months when they move to Portland, or someone who just wants to spend a summer in Portland or a couple months, or someone who wants to rent one room and share the other a studio space as it is currently or greenhouse/backstock for the shop.

Oh, hey also, I’m an agnostic secular witch and soft animist. This house has a name and is heavily warded so you would need to be alright with that.

Room will be open July 1 or a bit earlier or a bit later if it works out better for new denizens.

#mine #words #gemini sun/sag rising/leo moon #sag sun/cap rising/aquarius moon #legal weed state and legal weed house #craft beer enthusiasts

[scribe-of-stories]

Once upon a time I had a nightlight in the neighbor's lawn

I live on the second floor of an otherwise average suburban home, a rented room from a childhood friend. It's quite spacious, more like a loft than a room; and curiously it has the only round window in the house. A port-hole looking thing with six frames crossing it, colliding in the center and forming a wooden circle in the middle of the glass. It also happens to be the only window in my room facing the street.

You'd be hard-pressed to really see anything out of the window. Between the frames and the height of the wall it sits at, it really only shows the tree line and sky. That said, you can stand right in front of it and get a rather pleasant view of everything bellow. I've rather taken to giving the view a few moments of my time here and there. Usually when it rains, or when the sun is setting, or late at night.

And from my window, perfectly in frame, is a lamppost across the street. Tall, black metal, dome of glass with no framing; bright white light that really doesn't travel so far. Feels more like a light house warning everyone "hey there's grass here" rather than doing anything to properly light up the yard. It's pleasant though. Only one of its kind I've seen in the neighborhood, and the only source of light outside of a house at night.

A couple months ago I was up late at night, as per usual, and decided to brave the downstairs for a cold glass of water. Now to access my kitchen I have to cut through the dinning room; and the dinning room has large windows looking out the front of the house. I didn't notice it till I was on my way back up. It was dark outside. Strange, the lamp must be dead or something; that's a shame.

I went back upstairs, spent time on my computer, paid it no mind. But then I heard rain on my roof. "Oh, lovely, night rain is beautiful." So I go to the window to look out and enjoy the scene. And I see it: the short white light and the tall black lampost. Huh, must be on a strange timer. But obviously this all doesn't really stand up to reasoning. It's like 2 am right now, and I got my water well after midnight. I've seen the lamp on much earlier in the day.

So I go downstairs again. The front door is glass, and it's pitch black outside. Maybe a bad angle; but no! I come into the dinning room and there it is: complete darkness outside and the pitter patter of rain. I remember a sort of panic setting in. Something was wrong and I had no clue how to fix it. If there even was something to be fixed. I checked multiple times throughout the night and got the same result. Through my window I could see the lamp, but from nowhere else.

I didn't sleep that night till the sun came back. But it was still there when I woke up, and gone again when I was downstairs. There was a day or two that I thought that this was it. This was going to become my quarter inch. I was going to obsess over this till it lead me down dark paths and into the bowls of hell.

But the attic door never lead somewhere new, the only night time noises in the house were the cats, and the only scary things in the walls were the electrical wiring. I've come to the conclusion that humans, or at minimum myself, are rather capable of coping and turning anything mundane. Not to say the lamp went to the background, more so that I grew used to it. I imagined where it was when I passed it on the road, often saying hello or goodbye. I came to treasure the view from my room, something literally no one else had.

I've spent more time looking out my window the past few months, basking in the light of my own little anomaly. Which is why I was watching when someone else finally noticed the lamp. He, or maybe they or it would be more precise, walked right up to it one evening. It came out of the darkness and into the lamps' light as if apparating into existence. Long coat, rimmed hat, vaguely human looking but a human wouldn't be tall enough to reach the lightbulb without a ladder. Much less reach through glass to touch it.

It's touch took the lamp's light, and the lamp hasn't been back since. Now, I don't think it saw me watching, but I don't know. The darkness outside seems worse. Morning brings with it the sun's light which takes away my fear. I find myself incapable of sleeping till then. Once upon a time I had a nightlight in the neighbor's lawn, but now I can't shake the feeling that whatever took it is still out there.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #unreality? #So I'm staying up for the longest night and all that #And I went to do my nightly look out the window #and my sleep deprived mind thought “huh. I've never really seen that lamp from any other angle” #And this short just kinda decided it was now time to be written #I don't know what Yuletide curse I'm laying on myself for writing a horror adjacent piece where I'm technically the POV #But hey the sun will be back soon and then I can sleep

[euphoricfilter]

To Build A Home (Part Eight)

Part eight: Eight and a quarter

Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader

Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU

Summary: D-Day finally arrives.

Word count: 10.6k

Tags/ warnings: Angst, minimal fluff, mentions of blood, harassment, hybrid mistreatment, throwing up, surgery (kind of), needles are briefly mentioned, briefly described panic attack/ disassociation, a lot of hurt but this is the last time (I think...), if i've missed anything let me know!

Notes: You're allowed to get mad at me. I think a demon possessed me when writing this because the m/c doesn't deserve any of this...

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part 9

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D-1

You had 30 minutes until midnight. 30 minutes, two quarters of an hour, three 10-minute intervals, 1800 second until your whole life could turn to shit.

Jungkook seemed just as on edge as you, his leg shaking as he sat back on the couch of his living room, palms a little moist as he gripped onto the flesh of your thigh.

You watched Sora as she plugged a ton of wires into her laptop, comfortably sat at the small coffee table. You met Sora an hour ago when Hyerin had showed up at Jungkook’s apartment ready to transfer all needed files into Yoongi and Namjoon’s adoption folder. She was the friend Hyerin had been raving about for weeks.

You were slightly pissed how carefree the girl was, didn’t she know how important this was for you? Why was she making jokes like your whole life wasn’t being held in her hands? What pissed you off just as much was the clacking of her manicured nails against the keys of her laptop, the neon acrylics hurting your eyes as you tried to decipher what she was typing. You didn’t like to judge people based off looks but you seriously wondered how this girl was going to help you.

She hadn’t exactly given off the best first impression, the moment she had stepped through the door she’d started flirting with Jungkook. And you got it, he was undeniably attractive, but the girl didn’t have to pretend to fall expecting the fox to catch her, making a fool of herself when he didn’t even look her way. (Jungkook was more focused on untangling your knotted hair from the nap the two of you had taken, enamoured at how soft you looked in Jin’s pyjamas) He had been a little grossed out when she had just grabbed his arm, gushing about how big his muscles were and how much bigger he was, and how maybe she should adopt a strong, masculine hybrid to protect her.  

He’d smiled awkwardly, seeking you out seconds after she’d touched him to try and rub off the scent of her expensive perfume that hurt his nose. He always had had a sensitive nose and never liked strong scents. From that moment he decided he would stay on the other side of the room from Sora.

“How long have you been working with Hyerin?” you eventually ask, because you’d rather listen to the grating of her voice than the shrill laugh she had. Because her jokes weren’t that funny, but she apparently found them hilarious. It was also undeniably unattractive how she’d try to giggle like a pre-schooler around their crush, her eyes always seeking Jungkook’s attention after she’d though she’d said something funny.

“A month?” the girl wonders and you try not to bash your head against the wall behind you. The last thing you needed was a concussion right now.

Jungkook turns to you with pursed lips, almost a frown but he was doing a good job of hiding his distaste unlike you who rolled your eyes at her answer. Either Sora saw and decided to ignore you, or she was just a full on ditz.

“How long have you been doing this?” you motion to her set-up.

She shrugs, “A month?”

You blink.

Heart sinking because, well this really could be the end of you.

Jungkook pulls you closer to his side, practically moulding you to himself as he just holds you. You would complain that you could feel your bones snapping but a small part of you hoped that by some magic you would just melt and become a part of Jeon Jungkook. They couldn’t take you away if you became one person. Plus, you’re pretty sure the guy could sucker punch a man and dislocate more than a few bones.

Maybe you should have taken Jungkook up on his boxing course that he had spent a good half an hour trying to convince you to take. You’d declined. Although you loved the man, you wouldn’t let him near you with those chunky gloves on even if he did say he would go easy on you. You think anyone else in their right mind would take him up on his offer, but not you. You’d seen the way he tackled Namjoon, and the producer was maybe just as buff as the fox was. You didn’t feel like ending up in the hospital.

However, the boxing class may have come in handy because you wanted to punch Jin in the face. The rest of the boys, minus Yoongi and Namjoon, stayed home, not wanting to overwhelm Hyerin’s friend who they all assumed, yourself included, was some genius mastermind and would make everything okay again. Jin gave you a kiss on the forehead, scratched your ears then shoved you into Jungkook’s car claiming he would see you later without a proper goodbye.

You’d spent the whole day thinking of a nice goodbye speech you wanted to give him because Jin was your world and you had to tell him how grateful you were that he had stayed by your side for so long. However, he didn’t let you have a proper goodbye.

You knew it was because he wanted to believe you were coming home tomorrow afternoon, maybe the morning after at the latest, a small part of him in denial that not everything will go your way. But he could have at least heard you out. You hadn’t sobbed in the shower that morning for nothing.

Taehyung seemed hesitant with the short goodbye, holding onto your arm a little longer after you’d parted, eyes conveying that he wanted to spill his heart out, because what if he didn’t see you again? He’d spent the last week thinking of a poem, maybe a melody or two to give to you before you left, so that you would always have a piece of him with you for comfort if he were to never see you again.

Jimin hadn’t said anything, giving you a bone crushing hug before he shoved you over to Hoseok who smiled a little sadly before kissing your cheek.  

You hadn’t even gotten to see Namjoon or Yoongi one last time either, you’d sent them both a message but hadn’t checked to see if they had replied. You didn’t feel like crying anymore today.

Once at Jungkook’s apartment, the two of you had laid in his bed for the afternoon, the room silent. What had started off as you both laying, looking up at the ceiling from both individual sides of the bed had turned into you face down into his chest, his steady heartbeat grounding you. Because he was still here, beneath you. And that made everything feel… somewhat okay.

You felt like throwing up as you tapped the screen of your phone, large digital clock telling you, you only had 5 minutes until midnight.

“Hey, Sora?” you call the girl, she looks up at you with wide eyes.

“Transfer the other guys’ files before my own, okay?” you say, cringing inside as you see Jungkook’s eyes widen from your peripherals.

He opens his mouth to object.

“Okay” Sora beams.

“Y/n!” Jungkook exclaims, pushing you a little from his side to look at your face properly.

“Jungkook, they can take you away from me forever if you aren’t under Namjoon’s name” you tell him.

“I don’t care!” he laughs in disbelief, “they’ll take you away if you’re last to be adopted”

“But you can get me back” you tell him, “they’ll blacklist Yoongi and Namjoon from ever adopting the 5 of you and then we’ll never see each other again, do you want that?”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, your firm tone taking him aback a little because you’ve never spoken to him like that before.

He shakes his head.

“No. No I don’t want that” he mutters, curling in on himself a little.

“Then trust me”

“And then what? You’re gone.” He shakes his head, “I can’t work miracles Y/n. What if we can’t get you back? What if I can’t get you back?”

“Then you have a good home and a family Jungkook.”

“But it’s not good if you’re not there, don’t you understand?”

“I do but—”

“Clearly you fucking don’t, otherwise you would prioritise yourself. I really like you, really really like you and the thought of never seeing you again scares me” he admits, pain swirling behind his irises as he looks into your own eyes.

“I like you too Kookie, but you have to trust me”

“How can I, when you never tell me anything? If you liked me then why aren’t you being selfish and trying to stay?” he turns to look at the ceiling.

“Kook?” you say gently, hoping to ease the tension between the two of you.

He hums, avoiding eye contact.

“If anything bad happens I want you to come help me okay. I can’t do it alone” you say, watching him turn to properly look at you.

Although you’d learnt the hard way, falling out with Jin all those months ago you really had learnt that it wasn’t so bad to rely on people you trust. You knew there were boundaries, you wouldn’t let your family do all the work for you, but it was okay for them to give you a helping hand when you needed it.

“I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, you know that right?” he says, searching your face.

You nod, a soft smile gracing your features. And if Jungkook wasn’t so scared he would tell you how pretty you looked, even with prominent dark circles under your eyes and knotted hair.

“I know” you say, turning to Hyerin who looks at you sadly.

“We’ll make sure everything runs smoothly” she assures, and you nod in thanks.

You flinch when Sora’s phone starts ringing, timer telling you that it was finally midnight. You swallow thickly, fingers tapping anxiously against Jungkook’s arm as the girl starts to type away on her laptop.

D- day

“Well shit” the girl says and your eyebrows furrow because that didn’t sound good.

“What happened?” Jungkook asks, eyes firm as he watches Sora think for a moment.

“Because half of the adoptions are under… Jin’s name it might take me a little longer to figure this out” she says, and you’re seconds away from launching yourself at the girl and smashing her veneers in.

Hyerin winces, coming to take a seat beside you on the couch. She touches your arm lightly, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get someone more… knowledgeable about this. Sora is the only other person in that hellhole that believes hybrids deserve equal rights”

You look at her, hesitantly smiling at her in understanding, “It’s okay, I mean, I’ve been preparing for the worst anyways” you wave her off.

Jungkook bunches your tails into one hand and tugs on them, beckoning you closer. You oblige, giggling as he maneuvers your legs over his lap, his head resting comfortably atop of your own. You close your eyes, indulging yourself in what may be the last moments you have in a pair of familiar arms.

You’d have preferred silence, or even the deep hum of Jungkook’s voice over the clacking of Sora’s nails but beggars can’t be choosers you suppose.

You’re brought out of your daze when your phone starts to ring, confused as to why Yoongi would be calling.

“Hello?” his voice reverberates through the line, goosebumps raising on the skin on your arms.

“Yoongi? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, two men just left Namjoon and I’s place, Jin and the others are driving over just in case they stop by yours”

“I see” you hum, poking Jungkook’s forehead as he tries to listen to what Yoongi was saying.

“You doing okay?” the producer asks, and you hum as a reply, “I’m glad. I’ll speak to you soon, okay? Namjoon’s trying to say something, I gotta go”

“Okay”

And with that he hung up. You drop your phone into your lap, taking a moment to look at yours and Jungkook’s warped figures from the screen of the Tv.

“What’s happening?” he asks, tilting your head so he can see if he can gauge what you were thinking.

“Dae-Hyun and Seung were just at Yoongi’s place, Jin and the others are heading their way. I assume those assholes’ next stop is our place”

Although practically impossible Jungkook attempts to pull you closer into his side. Because suddenly your home was now his. ‘Our place’, his new home. Not the small apartment the two of you were hiding in, your pretty home, with his family.

He closes his eyes, praying that everything would go okay as he lays his head gently on top of yours. By no means was he a religious man, but he was beyond desperate; angry that the best he could do was put the trust in the young woman he had let into his apartment, your fate left in the hands of destiny. Destiny that he had no control over.

It mustn’t have been more than 5 minutes after your call with Namjoon that someone bangs at Jungkook’s apartment door.

You both sit up; you make eye contact with Hyerin who just shrugs. Equally as confused as you. She just waves you off, telling you both she will get the door so you two can stay put.

Your hybrid ears twitch as the door clicks open, head tilting when silence stretches into the living room, expecting to hear Hyerin speak to whoever had shown up.

You push yourself off the couch (Read: Jungkook), and as you turn the corner into the small hallway you freeze.

Dae-Hyun looks smug as he stands in the doorway, Hyerin looking shocked as she looks between the two of them. And you laugh. A hearty laugh because you shouldn’t have ever doubted those two men.

It was impossible for them to have made it over to Jungkook’s apartment from Namjoon and Yoongi’s place in under five minutes, even if they had speeded. You realise that Yoongi had never seen the faces of the two men stood at Jungkook’s front door.

So, they were never actually at Yoongi’s place.

The last time they had visited, Namjoon had opened the door. You’d given a rough description to Yoongi just in case they ever did show up at his place, but even then, you knew that what your mind pictured could be way different than what Yoongi had imagined them to look like. And when he said two men your mind automatically assumed it was them.

You spot maybe 3-4 other men wearing black stood straight behind Dae-hyun and Seung.

One of them pushing their way through the entrance of Jungkook’s apartment to stand in-front of Hyerin, making sure she wouldn’t try and pull anything funny.

Hyerin turns to look at you with a fearful expression, unsure what to do. Not only was she going to lose her job, but you were also going to be taken away. As she tries to slip out from behind the man, he grabs her arms, forcefully holding her against the front door. You just watch, eventually turning to make eye contact with Seung, who looks too smug for your liking.

You don’t flinch when Jungkook’s hand lays heavy on your shoulder, his own squaring up and challenging the small group of men stood at his front door.

You swallow before taking a deep breath. “Well, good morning” you smile at them, feeling Jungkook’s hand squeeze your shoulder, “We should get going, shouldn’t we?”

As you say that Jungkook open his mouth in protest, Hyerin’s eyes widening comically.

Dae-Hyun turns to Hyerin, yellowing teeth on full display as he looks at her with mock pity. “We’ll deal with you later, for now,” he turns your way, “my prize”

You stop Jungkook from speaking with a hand on his shoulder when he leans forward to bark something at the slimy man. You lean up on your tippy toes, still having to beckon him lower so you could whisper something to him. He obliges, bending his knees slightly, eyes still trained on the men that were slowly making their way down the hallway of his home, ready to snatch you out of his grasp. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry, aware you had nowhere to run.

Jungkook lived on the top floor of his building, and there were enough people standing in the doorway it would be impossible for you to escape even if you did try.

As two men stand in-front of you, you ask, “may I have a few final words?” you say sweetly. Smiling when they nod, beckoning you to hurry up because their patience was slowly dwindling.

“Make it quick” Dae-Hyun waves you off, carefully watching your every move.

You turn back to Jungkook, “Call Hoseok right now and tell him Plan B is underway”

You speak quiet enough that only you and Jungkook could hear, knowing his hybrid ears would be able to pick up the soft sound of your voice, too quiet for the human ear to pick up.

You don’t give Jungkook anytime to reply as you outstretch your hands, metal handcuffs clicking over your wrists by one of Dae-Hyun’s subordinates. The other shoving Jungkook away from your side.

You motion you head, an indication that Jungkook should hurry up and tell Hoseok. Jungkook swallows, fighting himself, did he listen to you, or did he go ham on the group of men?

He waits too long, Hyerin clicking the door shut before he can throw the first punch. She didn’t want any more men pushing her up against the wall.

“What did she say to you?” Hyerin asks, hands a little shaky as she turns to the fox.

Jungkook just looks at her and blinks. His mind racing a mile a minute, if he went now, he could definitely catch up to you and fight a few guys off. He hesitates though, because he saw 5 too many weapons that he would have zero chance with if he tried to throw a punch or two.

“Jungkook?” Hyerin waves her hand in front of his face.

He looks down, hand running over his face as he wracks his brain for what you had said, “She said to call Hoseok hyung and tell him Plan B is underway”

Hyerin’s eyes widen as if remembering something, “Hurry up then, before they make it to your human’s house” She pushes him into the living room, scrambling around to grab his phone from the small table beside the couch.

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“Who’s that?” Jimin asks as Hoseok’s phone starts to ring.

The wolf pulls his phone from the netting behind the driver’s seat, frowning when Jungkook’s name pops up.

“Jungkook?” Hoseok questions as soon as he answers the call.

It’s silent for a moment, Hoseok’s eyebrows jumping when he hears a choked sob from the other line. He can hear some rustling in the background, heart rate picking up at the lack of response he was getting.

“Hey Jungkook? What’s going on?” he presses, frowning when Jimin pulls the phone out of his hand, putting the call on speaker.

“Hyung, Y/n she—they took her hyung” the younger chokes on a sob, apologising as he takes a deep breath, “She said to tell you, that uhh, that plan b is happening”

“Oh” Hoseok breaths, looking over at Jimin whose tail had stopped swaying, “Hey Jin hyung, you gotta turn the car around”

Jin doesn’t say anything, jaw clenching as he stops the car on the side of the road.

“Jungkook it’s going to be okay, meet us at the restaurant as soon as you can. Don’t hang around your apartment for too long, okay?” Hoseok waves Taehyung off who tries to grab the phone.

“Okay”

“See you soon”

Jin switches off the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn back and look at Hoseok.

“Okay what’s happening?” he asks, eyebrows set in a firm frown.

Jimin shrinks in on himself, because he knew this was only stage one of Jin’s anger. Taehyung looks at Hoseok expectantly from the passenger side beside Jin, eyes wandering over his face curiously.

“What’s plan b?” Taehyung dares to ask, Jin waving at the youngest fox to shut up.

“Right before Y/n left she told me she had a back up plan. Just in case everything went wrong”

…

Jin, Taehyung and Jimin had wandered back inside, not wanting to stretch the goodbye too long. Taehyung and Jimin knew that if they watched Jungkook’s car pull out of the driveway they might regret not giving you a proper farewell. And Jin was in denial that this was going to be more than just a few days excursion that would be solved easily.

Hoseok however decided he would wait. Just to make sure you left the house safely.   

Just as Jungkook had started the engine to his car you had turned to him, saying something Hoseok couldn’t make out. He was confused when you had opened the car door, footsteps light as you stood and looked up at him from where he stood on the highest step.

“Hobi?” you’d said, tone a little heavy. He could see the hesitation in the way you stood, fidgeting with the bottom of Jimin’s sweater.

He’d nodded.

“Just in case everything goes wrong, I’ll get either Hyerin or Jungkook to call you. If they say Plan B then make sure you all go the restaurant you work at and hide there for a few days okay?”

“Why?” he asks, confused as to why the dingy restaurant would be of any help.

“Don’t sweat the details, I just have a suspicion that Namjoon and Yoongi’s place won’t be the safest for a while. I’ve already spoken to the owner of the restaurant, he said he didn’t mind housing you guys for a day or two until everything is in the clear. Please remember no matter where you are, if Jungkook or Hyerin call, go straight to the restaurant”

Hoseok had nodded, eyes not leaving your figure as you slipped back into Jungkook’s car, saying something to make the other fox smile.

…

Jin’ starts the engine, “Text Yoongi about what’s going on, but tell them to stay home”

+++

You wonder how long you’ve been sat in the back of a van. It wasn’t the luxurious transit you were hoping for, the seatbelts were too small, knotted in places so they could only be pulled out so far. You’d have opted out of wearing one if the driver of the van wasn’t a total maniac who clearly didn’t know how to stop a car properly. So now you were left with stiff fabric digging into your stomach, pain searing over your abdomen when they would make an abrupt stop in the middle of the road.

You think that maybe they were doing it on purpose, the snickers of the three men guarding you enough of an indication they got some sick enjoyment out of watching you suffer in silence.

You’d remember their faces and pray for their downfall for the rest of your days.

It smelt gross, like sweaty men and testosterone. You could faintly smell another hybrid, so you wondered if these two men made a hobby of taking hybrids from their homes and transporting them to places further outside the city. You wouldn’t be surprised if they did. And you’d say that their lives were a little bit sad if they spent literal years trying to collect rare hybrids like people did Pokémon cards like they had with you.

Odd bits of rubbish were thrown on the ground, and discarded pieces of uniform flung across the seats. Seats was an overstatement, the back of the van had two small benches facing each other with metal bars welded into the floor and ceiling to section off the driving area to the back of the van.

You’d think they were transporting a criminal.

Your butt had started to cramp up from where they’d sat you on a part of the bench that hadn’t been cushioned, locking your arms above your head from the thin chain of the handcuffs. Your arms were slowly starting to lose feeling from the blood rushing to other parts of your body.

You look at your socks, dirty from being dragged through the small gardens of Jungkook’s apartment building because apparently government officials don’t have time to wait for hybrids to put some shoes on. And you really liked these socks as well, Namjoon had bought them for you, saying they reminded him of you. Small flowers with bright smiles.

They reminded him of you and reminded you of Hobi.

Even as you thought of the fond memories you felt oddly empty. You didn’t know if it was because after years, and months of waiting you technically didn’t have an owner anymore. Sure, he was dead, and had been for a while but still legally being under his name still connected you to him in some way. But now all of that was gone. You had the house, but you didn’t know if you were going back there anytime soon either so maybe this really was the end.

You think that any other hybrid would be glad a contract with a human is done, because now you were supposed to be free, but you didn’t feel good. Maybe it was just your body trying to process that not everything was going your way.

This wasn’t a drama, a book, or a movie where in the next few moments the hero would pop out of nowhere and save you from the evil clutches of two stinky government men. Then you could live happily ever after where trauma didn’t exist, and you could live your life and laugh that you were almost enslaved once again. Jin wouldn’t show up in a funny suit that was three sizes too small and save the day like he always had.

None of your family had secret superpowers, they didn’t know how to get you back and you knew that. You didn’t expect them to know that, but you felt shit knowing that you had no control over what is about to happen to you. Not only that but now Hyerin was in some sort of danger too for trying to help you out. She had been that small spark of hope in your life, she cared about you enough to risk her job, maybe even her life because who knows what Dae-Hyun and Seung are capable of? She’d gone against the government, and you weren’t well versed in the law, but you assumed those two bastards would turn the tables and somehow land the poor woman in prison for the rest of her life.

You feel anxiety fizzle throughout your body as the van stops. The silence doing nothing to soothe you as you wait. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for, maybe for them to stop sitting so still and open the door, or someone from the outside to fling the door open.

Although a selfish thought, maybe you were waiting for these men to start panicking because Jeon buff Jungkook had decided to grace you all with his presence and come take you home.

You’re thoroughly disappointed then the back door to the van swings open and its Dae-Hyun stood there.

You felt like throwing up.

You felt like crawling out of your own skin as three pairs of hands grab you, either holding you down, unlocking your handcuffs or unplugging your seatbelt. Eventually they haul you out of the van, not caring as you trip over your own feet a couple of time as they drag you up to a large building.

All you can do is watch Dae-Hyun’s back as you’re pulled through a set of automatic doors, goosebumps spreading across the expanse of your body from the air-conditioning blasting through the vents.

An older woman sat behind the front desk turns her nose up at you, muttering something about the smell of wet dog tainting her workplace. You choose to ignore her comment, unsure of the consequences that would follow if you decided to snap back at her.

You could feel the bile start to surface up your throat, arms twitching in anxiety as the reality of the situation sets in.

Seung raises a key card with his face on it to a small metal pad, the lightly blinking red before lighting up green. You’re brought further into the building, eyes screwing shut when you hear the thick metal door clank shut behind you. A reminder that you can’t escape, and that leaving this place would be near impossible.

+++

Jin pulls Jungkook into a tight hug, his hands firmly rubbing over the other fox’s back. Jungkook continues to cry, holding onto Jin like a lifeline, worried that if he let go of the elder, he would disappear before his eyes like you had.

Taehyung looks at Hyerin, who gives a forced smile to the fox.

Hoseok watches everyone sat around a few of the tables of the restaurant.

“You all better get upstairs, it’s not safe down here” the owner of the restaurant calls out to the everyone.

“Thanks, Hyung” Hoseok pats the shoulder of the older man, helping Jimin stand who had his head held in his hands.

Everyone treks upstairs, Sora still babbling on about something that none of them were paying attention to.

Hoseok leads them to one of the empty rooms, smiling a little at the pile of blankets.

“We didn’t have any spare mattresses” the restaurant owner explains.

“You’ve already done enough, thank you”

Hyerin ushers Sora to sit down, yanking the girl’s laptop open.

“You work as fast as you can, okay? I don’t care about your last hair appointment; I don’t care if you don’t want to lose your job you shut up and fix all this, okay?” Hyerin seethes, watching Sora’s eyes widen in alarm.

She nods, typing away at her laptop.

Taehyung smiles over at Hyerin, although she can see the anguish behind his calm façade.

“We’ll get her back, don’t worry”

Jin nods at her, a small appreciative smile on his face as he lays Jungkook down. Jimin slips back into the room, no one noticing he had left.

The cat brings a bottle of water over to Jungkook, “Kook, you’ll get a bad headache, drink some of this”

Jungkook snivels, frowning up at Jimin, who brushes the younger boy’s hair from his forehead.

“We’re all worried, but I doubt Y/n wants us to mope around. Once things are in the clear for us, we’ll help as much as we can”

Jungkook nods, pushing himself up and taking the water from Jimin.

“Thanks, Hyung” he whispers, and Jimin smiles albeit a little sadly at the younger.

Jin pushes himself from the floor, “I’m going to get some air from the window down at hall” he announces, waving Taehyung off when he offers to go with the fox.

Hoseok just holds onto Taehyung’s shoulder, shaking his head as Jin slips out of the room.

He stands by the window at the end of the long hallway, the air was anything but fresh. The outside world opposite the restaurant another building, alleyway between them covered in warm, damp rubbish.

The sound of the other hybrids that resided here not helping him clear his mind at all. He can’t hear any noise from the room his own family is staying in, all of them either silent or speaking quiet enough they wouldn’t be heard over the laughing of the other residents.

Jin closes his eyes, head falling back to rest on the walls.

He wonders if you’re okay, if they’re at least treating you somewhat humane.

He wonders if you’re still travelling to wherever they may take you, he didn’t know if you were leaving the city or if they were keeping you close to home.

He’d image you were scared, never being so far away from home on your own before. And then he worries you’ ll have a panic attack and he wouldn’t be there to help you through it.

He knew they didn’t know that you didn’t like the room too cold, or that loud noises are often irritating to your hybrid ears. They probably didn’t care.

What if you got hurt and they did nothing about it?

He wondered if they’d let you call him, or if he could call you. Maybe then he could tell you that everything will be okay. Even if he himself didn’t believe it would be.

What if, what if, what if.

What if he never saw you again?

He was selfish enough to believe that nothing bad could actually happen to you and didn’t even give you a proper goodbye.

Did he say ‘I love you’ that morning? He did every morning, but he can’t seem to remember saying it to you that day.

He could have called you that afternoon and asked if you were okay.

He could have done so many things better.

He should have insisted he stay with you. Why would he let you go like that?

He should have been in Jungkook’s place. He would have made sure that no one laid a finger on you.

Jin blinks, looking down at his hands. Small pearl like tears shining in the orange light of the streetlamps.

He was tired.

It had been such a long day. He hadn’t slept last night, and it was well beyond midnight, nearing sunrise. He must have been awake for 24 hours straight at this point. The coffee he had chugged the moment Yoongi had called him that two men had left his house now slowly wearing off.

Jin slides down the wall, pulling his knees up towards his chest as he rests his head on them. And he cries. He cries quiet enough that no one would be able to hear it over the laughter of the other hybrids that worked at the restaurant.

His chest tightens as he thinks about how scared you must be. How alone you must feel. He isn’t sure if he’s shaking because of the cold night air that howls through the window that is cracked open, or if he’s shaking because he’s scared.

He’d promised you; he’d promised all those years ago when you had first stepped into his home, such a small child, that he would take care of you. That you didn’t have to worry about how scary the world is because he would keep you safe.

He wonders if you have the same look on your face as you did the first day he’d met you; a look of pure fear, so much distrust from such a small human. An emotion that a child your age shouldn’t have felt. It had taken time, but you’d opened up to him and he’d never felt the way he had back then when you first smiled at him.

He still feels that way when you smile his way, a warmth blooming throughout his body, what can only be described as love, coursing through his whole being.

Jin fears that his love for you is useless when you are so far away, a place where he can’t reach. Where he can’t come to your rescue like he had when you were younger. He can’t come and patch you up when you fall, and he can’t mend the emotional hurt you were surely going to get. He’d seen you break down and fixed you up time and time again, but he fears that you were too far gone for him to come and fix you again.

+++

You stare at a small, rounded pebble, trying to figure out exactly how you felt.

Angry was definitely one of them.

You wondered how people got away with treating other living beings so poorly.

Initially you’d assumed they’d at least give you a room to sleep in, but apparently ‘animals stay in cages.’

You’d been confused by Dae-Hyun’s statement, almost laughing because surely you were stupid to assume this man was going to treat you like a feral animal. He’d sat down and had at least one civilised conversation with you. He knew you weren’t feral. Sure you’d snapped at him a few times but that was completely justifies because he was an asshole.

And then he’d opened a door.

It looked like a medieval prison; cells sectioned off by metal bars.

None of the other hybrids made eye contact with you, all of their head hanging low. A few facing the wall, ignoring that a new member of their little club was being forced into a cage. You’d considered trying to kick one of the men holding you in the balls and soon decided against it when you saw guns strapped to their waists.

Once the door to the cage had been locked, Seung had looked down on you, throwing a piece of fabric through the bars. ‘Change into these before we get back’

And so, you changed. The closest thing you could describe the attire as is a hospital gown, after looking around a little you’d figured out everyone else was wearing one as well. At first you were a little worried changing in such an open space, you felt too exposed, squirming for a good 5 minutes before you realised that everyone was trying to sleep and the last thing they cared about was your half naked body.

It wasn’t the most comfortable accommodation either, the thin mattress in the corner of the cell had springs poking through the top and the floor was grossly damp. But it was okay as long as you were left alone. You’d probably be able to stay somewhat sane if you never had to see those two assholes again or forced into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.

You don’t know how long you’d been sat there. It had felt like hours but that might have just been because you were extremely bored. Too on edge to sleep, hyperaware that anyone could barge through the door at the end of the hallway and do anything they wanted to you.

You wondered if Jungkook had ever called Hobi, wondered if they were all huddled up in the restaurant. It was probably a lot warmer than it was in the basement of the hybrid sector.

You wondered if any of them were thinking about you, or if Sora had finally figured out how to transfer adoption files. You’d be able to rest easy if you knew that your family would be okay. But you assume you’ll never really know.

You hadn’t asked if you were allowed to call anyone but looking at your current circumstances you doubted they’d let you pour your heart over the phone.

“Young miss?” a rough voice caught your attention.

Turning your head, you made eye contact with an older man. He looked frail, skin pruning and pale, like he hadn’t been in the sun for years, nor had he eaten a proper meal in months.

You noticed the third dog ear, flopped over his forehead, your nine tails slowly swaying behind you in anxiety.

“Yes?” you whispered back, and he smiled warmly at you.

“I have some bread left over from supper if you’re hungry” he pushed himself up off his mattress, wobbling slightly as he hobbled over towards your cell with a plate.

“It’s okay Mister, you should keep it” you wave him off, “You might need it tomorrow”

He holds onto the bars that separate your cells. “My stomach can’t ingest bread anymore, you can have it” he urges, skeleton like fingers slipping through the bars to place the bread onto the ground of your cell.

You look up at him, wobbly smile on your face as your eyes well up with tears.

You push yourself to stand, taking long strides to stand before the man. You take his hands into your own, closing your eyes.

“Thank you, Mister”

When you open your eyes, he’s smiling down at you.

“I wish you luck in here, young miss. Life doesn’t always treat people like us the fairest” he pats your shoulder, “I suggest you get some sleep; they’ll probably start examining your body tomorrow”

You look at the old man for a moment, letting go of his hands and nodding.

You wet your lips as you plop down on the mattress, cringing as a spring pokes your behind.

By the time morning came you’re not sure if you’d slept at all, it hadn’t felt like you’d slept much when the door to the basement bangs open. You jolt up, eyes squinting at the fluorescent lights that flick on as footsteps echo throughout the room.

The old man smiles at you reassuringly, a shaky thumbs up, but you guess it’s from old age and not nerves.

You watch as a slice of bread is haphazardly thrown through the bars of each cell, each of the hybrids scrambling to eat their food.

Once the guards get to your cell, you look at them expectantly. One of them unlocks the door, both of them easily slipping inside. They both grab an arm, and you grit your teeth at how tightly they held you.

The old man gives you a sympathetic smile as they drag you past his cell, a few of the other hybrids watching with pitiful eyes as they chew on the stale bread they were given.

Your stomach churns in a mixture of anxiety and hunger.

You supposed you should get used to the feeling; they clearly weren’t generous with meals, nor did they seem to give you a warning when they would be taking you out of the cell. You wondered how long you’d last before you’d want to chew your own arm off.

+++

The general check-up was nothing too crazy. A young lady weighed you, measured your height, asked questions about your diet, if you knew the name of the facility you had been sent to after being born. If you’d had any children yourself, personal questions like how many people you’d slept with, when the last time was, if you were to have any children how many do you think your body would be able to handle.

You’d been thrown back into your cell after that. The same woman coming in after a while and asking you to drink the gross smelling pink liquid from the cup she had handed you from the other side of the bars.

Your nose had scrunched up in distaste, the liquid tasting metallic. It was a little sticky, so the taste stuck to the roof of your mouth and was somehow amplified when you tried to get rid of it with the stale piece of bread the old man had given you last night.

You fall back on the mattress, counting the cracks on the stone ceiling. When you close your eyes, you can see the faint outline of Jin smiling down at you, his fingers gently brushing over your cheeks.

The hissing of the wind from under the door at the end of the hallway suddenly sounded like Jimin whistling as he skipped around the kitchen, his pretty eyes turning into little moons as he asks you to try some of the pudding he had made, knowing you always had a sweet tooth.

Maybe if you thought hard enough, you’d be able to replace the awful tasting liquid with the gooey cake Jimin had made for you last week. You remember Yoongi smiling a lot that day. You wonder if he’s smiling that wide now that he had one less hybrid to deal with.

+++

“I don’t think we can leave anytime soon” Jin tells Yoongi, said producers head held in his hands, “The girl trying to transfer our files is having a hard time because half of the guys’ names are under my fake ID”

Yoongi hears Namjoon sigh from the other side of the room.

“We’re not having much luck either, those cars have been parked out front since last night” Namjoon explains, running his hands over his face in exasperation.

“A few more had arrived this morning as well” Yoongi adds, glancing at the window that showed the front of their home.

“I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything from Y/n?” Jin asks, hopeful.

Namjoon and Yoongi look at each other. Namjoon opens his phone, shaking his head as he stares at the last message, he’d sent you yesterday afternoon.

“No, sorry. We both last heard from her after she’d messaged yesterday afternoon but hasn’t checked your messages back. No calls either”

“Hyung, does Hyerin know where they could have taken her?” Namjoon raises his voice, hoping the fox would be able to hear him from where he was stood.

“She has an idea, but she can’t go into work. Things got complicated once those two bastards had seen her helping Y/n over at Kook’s place.”

“Shit” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, “If these guys out front let up, we can try and help”

“How are you guys doing?” Namjoon asks, mildly concerned at how quiet it was.

Usually when he called you it was loud, Hoseok having no control over the volume of his voice of Taehyung’s laugh reverberating down the line. But it was oddly… silent.

“Jungkook is beating himself up over not doing anything, even though nothing could have been done. Apparently, a group of guys with weapons came to collect her, none of them saw Hyerin’s friend so we’re still in the clear. Everyone else is just… trying their best to keep their chins up. There isn’t much we can do when cramped up in a small room. I think everyone is worried because we don’t know what is going on” Jin explains, and Yoongi can hear the clear exhaustion in his voice.

“Hyung, remember to rest as well” Yoongi reminds Jin, frowning when he gets a low hum in reply.

“I’ll keep you updated, text me if anything happens”

Yoongi looks up at Namjoon once the call disconnects.

The younger of the two producers giving his Hyung a woeful smile.

“I really want to do something to help” he says and Yoongi nods in understanding.

He worries about you. A lot.

A small piece of his restraint is slowly carved out of himself as each minute passes with no news about your whereabouts.

“Just wait a little longer” Yoongi reassures, ready to just power through the group of men sat outside his home.

He wonders how you knew this would happen. That a group of Dae-Hyun and Seung’s subordinates would camp outside of his home, ready to take away the unregistered hybrids. Not only would they be sent to hybrid facilities, himself and Namjoon would probably have been arrested for illegal possession.

He guesses the media had already started speculating what could be happening, the plethora of blacked out cars in front of his and Namjoon’s home enough to raise suspicion in his neighbourhood alone. He hadn’t looked online, not wanting to know what was being said about himself, the articles didn’t exist if he didn’t look at them.

Personally, he believed that his level of fame shouldn’t warrant this much public coverage. He could easily walk out in public without anyone recognising who he was, but he supposes the small group of people that didn’t like him needed to tarnish his reputation somehow. And what better way than speculating rumours.

Namjoon hadn’t bothered to check his phone other than to check if you had texted him back or called him at all, not ready for the possible hateful comments they were sure to get.

+++

You think you must have dozed off at some point, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up to you.

The old man had told you that you must have been asleep for a good portion of the day after you’d been thrown back into your cell after the overall check-up.

It was hard to tell how long you’d been in the hybrid sector, with no windows in the basement it was hard to gauge what time of day it was. You had to rely on your body clock, assuming it must be either lunch or supper time because your stomach had started to grumble, not used to being empty for so long. Especially now, where Jimin seemed to produce a dish every couple of hours for you and Taehyung to try while the rest of your family was working.

You missed the snacks he would make as well, giggling as he’d place the apple slices on the table, carved to look like small bunnies. Taehyung had joked once that Jungkook looked and acted more like a bunny than he did a fox. Jungkook had huffed, complaining that he could be a sly fox if he really needed to be, and that Taehyung acted more like an overgrown puppy than a wolf.

Maybe the lack of sleep and stress was slowly making you delirious, it had become easy to imagine the thin slice of dry, stale bread was actually the fluffy bread Jin had learnt how to cook last year, perfect for the vegetable stew he would cook with your homegrown vegetables.

Stew sounded good.

Actually, anything sounded better than dry bread.

Your hybrid ears twitch when the door at the end of the hall clicks open, tails stopping their movements as footsteps draw closer to the end of the hallway where you resided.

You don’t bother to look up when two men stop and stand outside your cage. You hear the keys jingle before the lock clicks open.

“Get up”

You do as told, pushing yourself up off the mattress. Briefly you make eye contact with the old man, a weird sense of dread running through your body as he mouths a quick ‘good luck’.

Your head turns to look at the two men dressed in uniform, pulling your arm away, towards your body when they try to grab you.

You look between the two of them, “Where are you taking me?” you ask, voice a little shaky as you back up into the wall.

One of them rolls their eyes, lunging to grab you but you slide down the wall, curling into a ball.

“Stupid mutt” one of them tuts as they yank you off the floor.

You yelp, head spinning for a moment at the sudden movement.

…

You could feel the anxiety crawling throughout your body, the low hum from the vents the only distraction from your mind completely breaking down. You’d count the second between each small sound, holding your breath before relaxing because it wasn’t the door to the room opening.

When it did eventually open, you didn’t look up. You couldn’t. But you felt your whole body shiver at the onslaught of new smells wafting into the room.

You’d been laid belly flat on an examination table, arms chained to the side of the bed, ankles shackled to the table and a thick metal collar around your neck so your head couldn’t lift up.

Any anxiety you had was amplified when the heavy pair of footsteps stop. You can see the shadow of a person stood beside your legs.

You struggle, trying to free at least your arms when you hear the rattling of a trolly being pushed into the room. It clacks against the tiled flooring, and you grunt when a heavy hand strokes the top of your head.

Seung, the creep, bends down so he can look into your eyes, “Try to relax yeah? This will end a lot sooner if you just sit still”

You yelp when you feel someone else tug at your tails, hands running across the fur. Tugging each of them apart to look at where they all connected at the base.

Instinctively your tails flick away from the unknow hands. The fur flaring up, making your tails look bushier than usual.

Seung tugs at your hybrid ears, “Stay still” he grits. And if you weren’t so petrified for what was to come you would have snapped back at him.

But you could hear the clanking of metal tools being tosses across the steel trolly.

When more than one pair of hands start pulling at your tails, tears well in your eyes. You don’t know if you’re crying because you’re scared, there’s too much going on or you just really wanted to go back to your somewhat ignorant life with your family, possibly a mixture of all three.

The reality of your situation finally sinking in.

You really missed them.

Its silent for a moment, your ears can pick up the slow puffs of breath from what you guess to be 3 other people in the room. But your brain is too muddled to discern what exactly was happening. You were trying not to panic. Trying to breathe normally and stay calm, but that was starting to get hard.

Seung stands straight, “get to work” he addresses the other people in the room.

Your eyes widen as the buzzing of the electric razor fills the silence of the room. And you struggle, legs and arms pulling at the chains.

You ignore how tender your skin feels as it rubs back and forth across the coarse metal, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you yank the chains. Hoping that the adrenaline coursing through your body would give you enough strength to snap the metal.

“Stop please” you cry as someone grabs your tails.

You feel their fingers card through a couple of them, picking one of the longer ones before tugging it closer to their body.

You feel a second pair of hands bunching up the rest of your tails, pulling them away from the one that had been separated from the bunch, giving whoever had grabbed the first one enough access to get to work.

“No, no, no” You continue to cry, ignoring the sting of the rashes on your wrists and ankles.

Someone slaps the back of your thigh, holding your legs down. And you sob.

The sound of the electric razor starts up again and you start to sobbing harder. Wailing as you feel the fur to one of your tails slowly drop to the floor.

You snivel as the sound of the razor stops, cringing as the cool air hits the bare skin of one of your tails.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you think maybe its over. The muscles in your arms twitch slightly from the adrenaline, fight or flight instinct kicking in. Your fingers twitching a little as you try to process the feeling of your tail being a lot lighter than it had before, plus multiple pairs of arms grabbing you where you were most sensitive.

Your breaths come out in short bursts, and your head feels a little dizzy at the lack of oxygen.

You jaw slackens when a searing pain shoots down your spine, whole body trying to seize on itself but failing when you tug at the restraints again.

“I don’t think we cut off enough” you hear a feminine voice, “We might as well get more while we’re here”  

“No, no more” you choke, feeling bile raise in your throat.

They ignore you, shuffling around your body as another pair of arms come to hold down your lower half so you don’t flail about to much.

You let out a cry of pain as the same searing feeling shoots across your body.

You feel the weight of where your tail once was drop, a soft thump as it hits the ground. Not only had they cut it once, but they’d gone in a second time.

Tears cascade down your cheeks.

They’d cut your tail off.

Your mind blanks.

They’d cut your tail off.

You don’t notice when one of the nurses tut when you throw up, parts of the snacks you’d eaten at Jungkook’s place who knows how long ago resurfacing. You don’t even realise the food had made its way back up until you’re almost choking on it, trying to breathe properly.

They’d cut your tail off.

You inhale in short intervals, whole body practically vibrating in a mixture of pain and panic.

They’d cut your tail off.

The small pinpricks of needles poking through your skin felt like nothing compared to the pain the lower half of your body was experiencing.

Everything else felt like a blur, you could briefly feel a nurse bandage up what was left of your tail, a small stump of flesh and muscle. You could feel how your other tails were soaking in the blood that would have likely spurted where they’d snipped your tail off.

The cotton they placed on the inside of your elbow felt too itchy, bandages covering it too sticky.

When they unlock your ankles and wrists, you don’t move. Can’t move. No matter how much you chanted in your head for your legs to pick you up and take you away, you couldn’t.

You think you’re looking at yourself when a tall man picks you up. The reflection in the two-way mirror didn’t look like you. You looked tired, a small trail of sick dripping down your chin, mixing with your pearly tears, staining the collar of the hospital gown.

Of course, that was you in the reflection, no one else had nine tails.

Your eyes flit to them.

Oh. The person in the reflection only had eight and quarter tails. Even a quarter seemed generous for the stump that was left.

Maybe it wasn’t you?

Maybe this was just a crazy dream.

You felt bad for them, they looked tired. They looked like they needed a warm bath and a long hug. They needed to rest.

You register that it was you. The reflection really was you. They had tears falling down their cheeks just like you did, their eyebrows were furrowed in pain just like yours were, and although your eyesight had gone a little hazy, you could see the sad sight that was you. Staring pitifully back at yourself from the reflection.  

Before you can get a proper look at yourself, the man carrying you makes his way to the door.

You see the small test tubes of your own blood. You cringe at the state of the examination table, just as bloody as your pristine white fur was.

You try not to close your eyes. Knowing that you would probably pass out if you did.

You try to remember the direction to the basement, so if you ever got the opportunity to escape, you’d know a way out. But the directions kept getting jumbled. Your mind reeling back to the unexplainable pain your body was feeling.

It was nothing like you’d ever felt before. Worse than when you’d broken an arm when you were younger, worse than anything you’d wish on your worst enemy.

You register than you’d been placed on the mattress back in your cell. And you briefly register that the old man was looking over at you in pity.

You want to tell him to stop looking at you like that. But your mouth wouldn’t open. Talking felt like it would hurt too much.

He watches your crystal tears slips from your eyes. Hobbling over he stands in-front of the bars that separate the two of you.

His eyes trail to the mess of your tails, floppy against the mattress. He frowns at the poor bandage work, how blood was already seeping through the thin layer of linen. He notices how unfocused your eyes are and wonders how much it must have hurt to have such a sensitive part of your body brutally snipped off.

“I used to have four ears” he says, not sure if you heard him or not.

He watches your eyes flick up to look at his face, so he continues, “At least you have eight more, yeah?” he motions to your pile of tails.

You close your eyes. Swallowing another sob as you try to pretend you aren’t in pain. If you ignored it long enough then maybe it would go away. If you ignore what he said, then maybe your ninth tail would grow back.

You’d never been fond of your tails; it had always made you stick out like a sore thumb. Always the butt of others’ jokes because you were different.

They’d always been in the way, always were more work. Made showering longer, and drying them took forever.

But Taehyung though they were pretty.

And Jimin like to brush them.

Hoseok liked to bury his face in them.

And Jin had always adored the way they made you look.

Maybe this was one of those moments where you never knew you missed something until it was gone. You really had hated them for so long. But you’d started to accept them. Because your family loved your tails. So why couldn’t you?

Jin had explained that tails should be a point of pride. That you shouldn’t be ashamed. Because they made you, you.

If you thought you hated them before you sure as hell do now.

You missed home.

You missed your family.

Maybe you were too optimistic, maybe they weren’t coming for you. Maybe they were finally free, like a bird. Like you’d always wanted to be. They all deserved the best life and you’re happy you could provide that for them. Jin could finally rest, he wouldn’t need to work anymore now that he had the inheritance money and house that was fully paid for. Namjoon and Yoongi would have one less problem to deal with as well.

Having your tail cut off could only be the worst they would do to you here, so you could rest easy now. Surely, they’d treat you a little better, leave you alone like they’d left the old man beside you alone. You wouldn’t mind the slices of bread, or the mattress even if it was soaking up your blood, if only they would leave you alone.

You had all you needed. The memories of what once was enough to keep you going.

And if you really thought hard enough, you could feel the ghost of their touch soothing you as you curled up on the old mattress. Warm hands running across your cold skin. You could see each and every one of their smiles, and that was enough comfort for you finally close your eyes and rest.

+++

“Done!” Sora shouts, startling everyone awake.

They all scramble to crowd around the laptop, eyes reading over all of their information under Namjoon and Yoongi’s names.

Jin almost drops his phone as he pulls it out of his pocket, Jimin having to hold his hands for a moment to help him stop shaking as he calls Namjoon.

The younger producer picks up almost instantly, Jin giving him no time to speak.

“Everything is clear, get ready to leave. We’re bringing Y/n home” He scrambles to grab his car keys, cursing as he knocks his head on the wall.

Hyerin unlocks her phone, fingers deftly typing a message to Yoongi with all the legal documents he would need.

Her eyes scan over your adoption papers, biting her lip in thought. She looks down at Sora, “You’re still in that hybrid activist group online, right?”

Sora nods, “yeah, why?”

Hyerin waits until all the others have left the room, “We might need their help” she gives the girl a knowing smile.

Today, she’d bring you home.

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[allegra-writes]

"Love bites"

Daniel Molloy x Armand

Mature

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of blood, general awkwardness.

Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire Armand or Daniel Molloy, nor will I be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Ashley, Jackie and Boss the cat however, are all mine.

MY MASTERLIST

Daniel Molloy was fucked. Well and truly fucked. And not even in the fun way, though that had definitely happened. In fact, that was exactly how he had ended up where he was, sitting on his couch, hastily draped in his bathrobe, with Armand clad only in his plaid blue boxers next to him while his older daughter, Ashley, paced agitatedly in front of them. 

The irony of the situation wasn't lost to Daniel, as he sat precisely on the same spot his daughter had when fourteen years before, when he had walked in on her and her first girlfriend, but if Ashley noticed, she wasn't amused by it. Not that Daniel blamed her, as traumatizing as it had been for him and his wife to come home early from a convention only to be assaulted by the loud moans and sounds that couldn't be mistaken for anything else coming from their teenage daughter's room, he figured it didn’t quite compared to the eyeful she had gotten of her geriatric father bent over the kitchen counter while his (vampire) lover pounded into him from behind. Good thing she was a shrink, she probably knew a friendly colleague or two willing to offer her a good deal on the therapy she was sure going to need.

He could practically feel the eye-roll Armand repressed, the immortal’s mind a soft, welcome presence against his own. Daniel couldn’t help but to draw comfort from it, even as he had to wonder how was his daughter able to bypass it. It was easy for Daniel, with his failing human senses, to miss her arrival, but surely Armand, so proficient at the mind gift, had to sense her coming?

Armand let out a soft, almost imperceptible huff beside him. Some things never change, do they, Daniel? Always overestimating me, Armand’s velvet voice resonated through his brain right before it was flooded with images of himself watched from the outside, bent over the granite, the feeling of his own heat around Armand’s hardness, the heady flavor of his blood on Armand’s tongue, the electrifying feeling on the inside of Armand’s wrist where Daniel’s mouth was latched onto it, the starbursts exploding through Armand’s veins with every pull Daniel took, all tinted by the most unadulterated, overwhelming, possessive love Daniel had ever felt. It was beyond intoxicating. Clearly, human brains weren't wired for that amount of stimuli, a simple glimpse, one quick flash, and Daniel felt ready to pass out, but it made Armand’s point crystal clear, Daniel definitely understood now how her daughter’s presence could have flown under Armand’s mental radar. 

It also made him unnecessarily flustered in front of his daughter, which Daniel did not appreciate. He was focusing on sending the shameless vampire a mental chastising when his daughter finally spoke.

“You may want to clean up that…”

“Armand” He provided, usefully, face so perfectly candid it had to be on purpose. Too bad if there was anyone in the world capable of resisting Armand’s puppy dog eyes, it was Ashley.

“Righ, Armand. You may want to clean that up, put some Neosporin on it” Ashley repeated, gesturing at Armand's bloody wrist, clutched in his hand. He probably had his fingers wrapped around it to hide that the wound had already healed, but as it was, it looked like he was cradling it in pain. “Looks like a pretty nasty bite…”

Daniel hid his face in his hands, wishing the earth would open up, and swallow him. He guessed he should be grateful Armand had at least had the presence of mind to nick at his own tongue with his fang and heal Daniels's neck before parting when her yell of “Oh my effing god!” had sent them jumping apart. 

“Of course. If you excuse me” Armand got up and sauntered towards the bathroom with far too much dignity for a man in someone else’s underwear. Bastard. Ashley cleared her throat and Daniel noticed that, to his further embarrassment, he had been staring. 

“So, you and Armand” Daniel didn’t like the way Ashley said the name, she made it sound as dirty as when Daniel had called him rent boy, “How long has that been going on?”

What was Daniel supposed to say? That Armand was the love of his life? That they had spent twelve years together before she was born and Daniel had never gotten over it? That even though he didn’t remember it he spent the rest of his life looking for him in everyone and that was the reason her mother and him had crashed and burnt? That now that they had found each other again there was no force in the world strong enough to keep them apart, not even her? He could say they had met in Dubai, but he knew what Ashley would think of that, of a man -apparently- less than half his age moving in with him so quickly, and fine, there was no way his daughters could have an even lower concept of him than they already did, but Armand was no gold digger or fling, he was important to Daniel and he wanted his family to respect him. 

So instead, he replied,

“A while”

Ashley scoffed,

“A while? What, you were his prom date?”

“If you must know, miss Molloy, your father and I had an on-again-off-again relationship a few years ago. We recently ran into each other again in Dubai and… reconnected” Armand reappeared, wearing black silk pajama pants and a white bandage around his wrist for show “We both changed in these years. We are both wiser and more emotionally stable now, so we decided to try again”

“Years?” Daniel could see Ashley struggling to do the math in her head, “Where? When?”

“Ten years ago” Armand replied at the same time Daniel said “Miami” cause at least he wanted to be partially honest. 

“Ten- How old were you, seventeen??”

“Twenty-seven”

Ashley blanched,

“No. No way you’re seven years older than me” 

There was a little smirk on Armand’s face now, he was enjoying the situation way too much.

“I assure you, miss Molloy, I am thirty-seven years old. I can show you my passport if you’d like” 

Daniel had the impression Armand very much wanted to show her that passport, he was probably very excited about his little falsification. Ashley seemed completely lost as to how to respond to that.

“What? No, I just- I mean, look at your face and your… skin”

“If you want me to, I can refer you to my dermatologist”

“I don’t think that will be necessary” Daniel interrupted before the vein popping out from his daughter's very flushed neck could burst, “Ashley, I am aware of the age gap between us, but my relationship with Armand is and has always been a relationship between two consenting adults” Had it been toxic the first time around? Yes. Had it been fucked up and twisted? Fuck yeah. Had there been a clear power imbalance? Absolutely. But this time around, Daniel wasn’t interested in immortality, and he wasn’t afraid of Armand either, that plus his life experience had evened the field a lot for them. Of course, Armand was still richer than Bezos, but Daniel hadn’t left himself be swept off his feet to a private Island or a Dubai tower, he had demanded to return to his old apartment and his old life and Armand hadn’t fought him on it. He didn’t seem to need to control every detail of Daniel’s life like he used to, like he had done with Louis too. And that was a lot for him, wasn’t it? Armand was trying hard to be better, to make the relationship work, and be healthier than it had been the first time. And Daniel appreciated it.  “Armand is not some tinder swindler taking advantage of a sick, gullible old man and I am not a dirty old man taking advantage of a wide-eyed college freshman”

Ashley looked properly chastised after her father’s outburst, but it was obvious she still wasn’t convinced. She sat on the coffee table to be eye level with Daniel, a standard therapist move Daniel was used to being on the receiving end of after all his stunts in rehab. When she spoke again, the eye contact was intense. 

“But dad, you are sick. You have an autoimmune disease. And you took a trip in the middle of a lockdown anyway!” 

So that was why she was there, to rip him a new one. Daniel guessed he couldn’t blame her. 

“It was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity” That he somehow had gotten twice, “I took every precaution” or rather Armand as Rashid had. Ashley didn’t need to know the details but it was probably the safest Daniel had been in almost forty years “Besides, Armand here hooked me up with some of the best doctors in the world” Definitely the best money could buy.

“Daniel is in good hands, miss Molloy. I made sure of that” 

With her first argument twarted, Ashley changed her line of reasoning.

“Dad, he looks a lot like mom, you can’t deny that. Are you sure this isn’t some… attempt to get a younger, more docile version of her?”

His daughter didn’t seem to care if her words hurt Armand or created a drift between them, planting the idea that Armand was second best, a cheap replacement for Uma. Of course, Ashley had no way of knowing It was actually her mother the one that looked like Armand, Daniel himself hadn’t known either until about three weeks ago. 

Armand chuckled.

“There is nothing docile about Armand” Daniel deadpanned, “trust me” 

His daughter opened her mouth again, no doubt to point out another concerning aspect of their relationship, but Armand interrupted her with as much poise and disingenuous politeness as he had displayed as Rashid. 

“I apologize, miss Molloy, we are being most ungracious hosts” Daniel could have sworn Ashley’s eye twitched at the word we. Armand’s smile only grew brighter, “I’m sure this conversation would be more pleasant with some tea?”

Ashley sighed, the fight going out of her.

“Actually, I could use some coffee. It’s a long drive home…”

“Sorry, you’re outta luck then” Daniel snorted, “this is a caffeine free household” 

He wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t! Armand got up and marched into the kitchen, positively vibrating with glee as he announced,

“Actually, is not her the one whose luck’s ran out, Daniel. I found your secret stash. I’m giving the whole can away to your daughter” 

Daniel shot out from the couch, to plead or to fight, but Armand’s voice inside his mind sounded determined.

You are not nearly as sneaky as you think, beloved. Forty years later, you still use the same hiding spots.

Daniel cursed internally. And to think his night had started out so great…

To Daniel’s amazement, the rest of the evening had gone by pleasantly enough. It was evident Ashley still didn’t like Armand, but at least she had been civil ebout it, only whispering “I still don’t like this” to her father during their goodbye hug by the door.

“You don’t have to” Daniel had whispered back, not unkindly. 

“I’ll come by often to check on you” She had half promised, half threatened, making Daniel smile.

“I would like that very much” 

Then, she had left, without so much as a nod towards Armand. 

“I like her” Armand decided later, as he and Daniel snuggled on the couch watching Blade Runner on Netflix (the 80s version, of course)

“Who? Ashley?” Daniel made a face, “Not sure the feeling is mutual, boss”

“She cares about you, even despite herself. She is protective of you. I can’t begrudge her that”

Daniel buried a noncommittal hum in Armand’s hair, nuzzling the soft curls. The truth was, his daughters’ visit had shook him. On the one hand, he was overjoyed she was talking to him again, after all it only had taken a terminal disease diagnose, a pandemic, and his virtual disappearance to Dubai for her to do so. On the other, he couldn’t deny her disapproval of his relationship with Armand put a damper on that happiness. He didn’t need her approval, hell, he had rarely -if ever- gotten it, but he didn’t want things to be tense between them. He didn’t want to be forced to split his limited time between those he loved because they couldn’t get along. 

“I could make her like me,” Armand commented casually, as if he wasn’t suggesting brainwashing his child, “but that’s exactly how I thought you would feel about the mather”

“So let me get this straight, you see nothing wrong with mind controlling people into liking you, except for the fact it would upset me”

“I don’t want to displease you”

Daniel grabbed Armand’s jaw with his fingertips, gently turning his head to be able to look into those bright amber eyes.

“You really are a little gremling, aren’t you?”

“I’m the love of your life”

“You heard that, didn’t you?” Daniel sighed in mock exasperation, “Just don’t let it go to your head”

Armand beamed as he tilted his head up for a kiss,

“I would never”

#daniel molloy #armand #iwtv amc #interview with the vampire #eric bosgonian #assad zaman #old maniel my beloved #the vampire armand

[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 31

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: T,M. Tanner, Spamton Addison, Swatch Paletta

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Breather Level

Chapter summary: T.M. stumbles upon some of Spamton's unlockable content.

Author notes:

 So sorry for the long delay in posting. World news affecting friends and family in both my online and offline lives, as well as my employment situation being precarious, have been a bit of a distraction.

In addition, writing the Spamton flashback chapters was a bit of an emotional drain on me, more than I expected. I put a lot of my own experiences into those chapters as a survivor of a power-imbalanced abusive relationship and rejection by blood family, leading to my own stint as a homeless person for some months, as well as trying to follow Spamton's arc in DELTARUNE Chapter 2.

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“Sorry I had to steal your boyfriend away from you, Birdman, but I needed those magic hands of his.”

“Mmmmmhmmm. Far be it from me to hoard all that talent for myself. You know I’ll always share, Moggy.”

“You g-guys? I’m st-st-still in the room, you know.”

“As if I could ever forget, Short Stuff.”

The three of them were currently squished together on the loveseat. Swatch had their arm around T.M.’s shoulders; Spamton lay across Swatch’s lap with his legs partially draped over T.M.'s lap as well, his head on one armrest and his feet braced on the other.

T.M. leaned over Swatch’s chest to ruffle Spamton’s hair. She expected him to pull away with some kind of comment about “hands off the merchandise”, but instead Spamton gave her an exaggerated wink and rubbed the side of her hand with the side of his head like a cat demanding skritches.

Well. That was unexpected. But she was glad to see him more cheerful than he’d been on Tuesday night. She still felt uncomfortable about the way she’d snapped at him, when he’d obviously just been looking for someone to talk to, and the days following had kept her too busy to make a formal apology.

All hell had broken loose, metaphorically speaking, at WRCI that week once the latest spike of world news crossed the AP wire service. Leroux Kaard had put out an all-hands alert to staffers that all DJs would need to learn how to record up-to-the-minute reports to play during their scheduled slots, to take some of the load off Kit Evslin, the station’s News Director, and Kit’s two assistants.

As Production Manager, T.M. had tapped Spamton first to help her with the back end in the production studio, because of his previous experience with mixing boards. She did the one-on-one training with the rest of the staff, he took over making the cartridges with messages from the station’s advertising patrons. She didn’t know anyone else, besides herself and Spamton, who would leave Prodo cleaner than the way they’d found it.

Now it was Saturday night at Swatch’s and Spamton’s place. The other two had done tag-team cooking to make chicken and broccoli with alfredo sauce, T.M. had brought over some cocktail shrimp. The leftovers were already parceled out, labeled, and packed in the fridge. 

She smiled down at the short man, then shifted slightly back into the curve of Swatch’s arm. They tilted their head to lean onto the top of hers and said, “I’m too comfortable to move from this spot.”

Which was almost exactly what was on T.M.’s mind, In more ways than one.  

And as if Spamton had also tapped into her brain, he started quietly singing, “Make the world go away…”

T.M. acknowledged that sentiment with a quiet “Mmmmmhmmmm”.

“Then it’s settled,” Swatch answered her. “None of us are ever leaving this couch again. Sorry, Moggy, you live here now.” “Suits me. My legs are asleep anyway.”

“How refined.”.

“Hey, that’s my line,” she pouted. “Someone ought to whip you into shape!”

“Hey, yourself. I’m not the one who writes ‘manage tasks’ next to every entry in her day planner!”

“And I’m not the one who stays up so late drawing and painting and gets so tired that they expect colors to flow from their fingertips when they wave their hand!”

“Are - are you two f-fighting or flir-flirting? It's hard to tell."

T.M. caught the uncertainty in Spamton's voice and made sure her tone didn't sound like a mocking one when she replied. "It's more play-fighting than anything, I guess. Me and Swatch were quoting our old teacher, Sister Agneta Marques. She was a real trip. More bark than bite."

Swatch was quick to interject, "And, no, she wasn't one of those nuns who slap your hand with a ruler, like you hear about. Her idea of whipping people into shape was having kids do something to stretch what they were already good at. The literal extra mile for the kids who liked to run, pre-algebra problems for the kids who liked math. She made it a challenge instead of discipline.”

“I wish there were more teachers like that around, but these days teachers don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with some of the shit kids pull.  No wonder so many of them get burned out, even the nuns.” An idea struck her, and she asked, "So, Spamton, what about you? Any teachers in your past who influenced you?'

She wasn't prepared for the reaction she got. T.M. could literally see Spamton's leg muscles tense despite him not fully touching her, and she felt Swatch suck in a breath as she leaned on them.

Oops.

"Ooookay. What did I say wrong? I think I just wandered into a minefield."

Swatch stayed silent, and Spamton's verbal response wasn't immediate. She saw him tightly close his eyes; behind his lenses, his eyelids almost looked bruised. After a minute, he gave an incredibly cynical-sounding chuckle. 

"Funny you should mention influences. Swatch and I have pretty much done nothing for the last week except talk about a particular teacher who ‘INFLUENCED’ me.” Another hard bark of laughter. “I wouldn't say that my 'teacher' was as well-meaning as yours."

Whoa.

Boy, had she ever struck a nerve. Spamton had spat that out without stuttering over a single syllable.  His entire voice was different. Brasher, deeper, harsher, and getting louder as he went along. Almost as if someone else was speaking through him.

And he sounded PISSED. 

Maybe not pissed at her, but pissed all the same.

T.M.'s mind went blank. Swatch's chest barely moved under her shoulder blade. Spamton's posture was completely rigid. The awkwardness in the room was practically palpable.

Spamton abruptly swung his legs to the edge of the loveseat and wriggled off Swatch's lap. As he clumsily got to his feet, he muttered, "I’m so fucking tired. Tired of - tired of thinking about this, and t–t-t-talking about it, and c-covering this shit over and over and over again. I n-n-need some space.”

T.M. watched him stumble out of the living room. A minute later she heard the door to the bedroom he and Swatch shared close; not a slam, but definitely in the forceful side. 

Waves of embarrassment, confusion and guilt washed over her, and some of that must have conveyed itself to Swatch, because suddenly they had dragged her into their lap, their arms completely around her, their breath stirring her hair as they crooned, “it’s alright, it’s alright, you couldn’t have known.”

She tried to calm her own breathing; she hadn’t realized she was nearly gasping until some air almost went down the wrong pipe and she narrowly avoided coughing. She concentrated on the feeling and sound of Swatch’s heartbeat against her cheek.

Finally T.M. felt confident enough to make an attempt to speak. “Sorry I broke the mood, Swatchy.” She scootched back to sit on the cushion next to Swatch, not wanting to put too much weight on their bad leg. 

“You did no such thing,” they reassured her. “Are you okay?”

So much for hiding from Swatch that Spamton’s tone had reminded her of her father’s voice in the buildup before words turned to blows. Swatch knew her too well.

“I will be,” she said. “Question is, is Spamton? Does he really want space, or should we go check on him? You’d know better than I would.”

“Hmmm.” Swatch leaned back and looked up at the ceiling for a minute, then back at her. “ I wouldn’t presume to guess; I’ve never had him ask for space from me before.” They gave a small sigh before continuing, “Between you and me, there are times when he’s downright clingy, and without breaking any confidences, he’s had reason to be.”

“Huh.”

“If I felt sure that it wouldn’t completely freak him out, I’d try a Wonder Wheel, like we used to do with Catechu when we were all kids.”

She had to ransack her memories before she recognized the reference. “Oh, yeah, Wonder Wheel! Protection circle so that the monsters wouldn’t get him. Why did Fairlight let us watch those horror movies so late at night, anyway?“ 

Swatch answered, “Because she knew that we’d literally have each other’s backs when we were scared, and she was right.”

T.M. smiled at the recollection. “And let me guess. Without breaking any confidences, would you say Spamton thought he had people who had his back, and those people let him down?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hmmm.”

She was suddenly reminded of the handful of times in the three years they’d been suitemates that GiGi had turned to T.M. for “Squishy Boob Comfort”, even though GiGi herself had a lot more in that area than T.M. had. GiGi meant nothing racy by it, but T.M. wasn’t so sure that Spamton would see it quite that way.

“Do we go for trying a Wonder Wheel anyway?” she asked now, before she could lose her nerve.

Swatch considered it for a minute, and then replied. “Worth a try, but I may have to crash at your place if it goes badly.”

“Understood.”

“No, I’m not sure if you do. If you don’t want Spamton to freak out, he absolutely *needs* to be the big spoon.”

T.M. blinked. “Ohhhhh-kay then. A little more TMI than I needed or wanted to know. So that puts you in the middle spot? Different. But I’ll go with it. Not like you and I have never napped together before.”

“Good on ya, Moggy.” Swatch got to their feet and gallantly extended their hand to help her up. They both walked quietly down the hallway and Swatch gently tapped on the bedroom door before slowly opening it.

In the darkened room, Spamton was curled up like a shrimp in the exact center of the bed, his eyes closed, his glasses off, one foot tucked under the other. He acknowledged Swatch’s and T.M.’s presence with a grunt..

Swatch cleared their throat and said in a questioning tone, “Permission to sit?” It sounded like a code to T.M.

Without moving from his tightly coiled position or opening his eyes, Spamton answered, “P-permission granted. You too, T.M.”

T.M. took her cue from Swatch and waited for them to sit before moving carefully around to the other side of the bed and sitting on the edge. It made for a bit of an odd position, with her body mostly turned away from the other two, but she was trying not to make any more blunders.

After a minute, Spamton said, “I still - still don’t want to talk.”

“Then we don’t have to talk.” Swatch took off their shoes and closed the bedroom door halfway so only a little light crept in from the hallway. They swung their legs onto the bed and lay flat on their back. “No talk, only cuddle.”

Spamton gave a sigh and repeated, “N-no talk, only c-cuddle.” He opened his eyes, looked at T.M., and gave her a watery smile. “You might as - as well st-stay over. It’s - it’s late, and there’s room.” He patted the bed and turned over, pillowing his head on Swatch’s chest.

Well.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.

“No talk, only cuddle,” T.M.agreed. She removed her Doc Martens boots, got onto the bed and lay down on her side so that she could drape one arm over both Spamton and Swatch.

She surprised herself by falling asleep, not even ten minutes later.

#deltarune fanfiction #human!au #t.m. tanner #swatch paletta #spamton addison #sylph writes #fic: call signs #deltarune chapter 2

[tonytonwy]

Pleased to see me?

summary: a sequel to 'people pleaser', a time-skip into the future where you and Futakuchi are, finally, together.

You're humming a song on the balcony when you get attacked, two long arms wrapping themselves around you. You don't even bother to look and instead continue hanging your clothes and Futakuchi's work clothes.

"How are you feeling?" He groans into your shoulder and tightly hugs you, making your back slightly crack.

"Hungover," he lightly kisses your neck, feeling ticklish with his soft hair touching you, "I didn't even drink that much."

"Well, you clearly don't remember doing a shot competition with Kamasaki."

"I remember winning," his comment makes you laugh as you clip your underwear onto the wire. Futakuchi walks, more like limps, to your outdoor chair and essentially falls on it, not noticing the hot coffee next to it.

"I remember a drunk phone call and picking up a drunk man," you say, giving a grin as he stretches and nods. "And said drunk man attacking me with kisses.

He gives his classic grin. It's cocky, arrogant and you want to kiss it.

"I would hardly call it an attack if you were so into it," you gasp.

"You have zero proof."

"The hickey," he pulls down his t-shirt to show a purple, and rather big, hickey on his collarbone, "right here, is great evidence."

"Anyone could've done that," he laughs at your comment, suddenly noticing your coffee and drinking it, making a face over it's bitterness. "Hey, that's mine."

"What happened to tu casa, es mi casa? Also, add more sugar to your coffee, you psycho."

"It's the other way around, mi casa es su casa." You laugh as his face drops, he hated when you corrected him on 'stupid stuff that...'

"Whatever, only nerds know how to say shit correctly."

After being together for almost 6 years, you could essentially read his mind. Futakuchi bathes in the soft sunlight, the warmth feeling nice on his face. It reminds you of school for some reason, you feel nostalgic as you remember highschool. You and Futakuchi going to the beach despite his complaints of how hot it was and how summer sucks.

"Do you remember how we got together?" He snorts, opening his eyes to look at you, serious and stoic.

"Of course, you were undeniably in love with me and confessed to me immediately," your shocked face makes him laugh before you throw a wet shirt to his face.

"I hate you," you catch it as he throws the shirt back and you hang it angrily.

"And I still love you," he says, despite his teasing nature, the words were genuine and rare. Futakuchi preferred to show his affection through actions so you felt your face heat up as he says that sentence. "What? Cat got your tongue."

Ah, but he was still a dick. He sighs and looks outside, grandmas getting their exercise, kids playing hopscotch, mums catching up. He wanted to be in bed with you a bit longer, you were his heater after all.

"Well, from my amazing memory, you snooped around my room while I was getting us snacks and you found my stupid love letter." He grumbles, cheeks slightly red.

"I was not snooping!" You laugh at his outrageous allegations, "you told me to get your notebook which was 'somewhere on your desk'. I didn't think that a love letter would be in your drawer."

"Well, the notebook was on my desk, you're just blind."

"Mhmm, that's weird, because I remembering perfectly reading the words 'to y/n, who one day I will talk to'." Futakuchi jumps up and puts his hand on your mouth, his face very red now.

"Shut up." You're laughing and lick his hand, he moves his hand quickly and pinches your cheek, he hates how it reminds him of his mum. "It's embarrassing."

He walks away, sulking on the chair as he folds his arms. You smile at his childishness, he really doesn't change.

"No, it's not." You walk towards Futakuchi and sit on his lap sideways, his eyes turning to yours while his hand grabs your outer thigh, creeping to your butt. "I'm so glad I found that letter."

"Really?" His voice is again genuine and you remember why you love Futakuchi Kenji; despite his superficial confidence and overall asshole-ness, he still desired reassurance and love just like anyone else.

"Of course," you lean in, letting your nose graze his softly, "If I had never found it, who phone would you call at 2am when you're drunk?"

"Your mum's probably," your face drops and you walk off as he laughs at his own horrible joke.

"You're horrible," you try to hide your smile as he creeps up and helps you hang the clothes.

Futakuchi whistles a song in the kitchen, making pancakes as you do a deep clean in living room, wiping every surface with dust on it. His headache is almost gone after the strong coffee, medicine and much needed water, all thanks to your nagging 'it'll get worse if you don't take it!"

A smile appears as he thinks of you. He flips a pancake successfully, letting it softly sizzle. He stays at your apartment every weekend as he's busy during the week with work and volleyball but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to wake up with you next to him, dinner felt so lonely without you there, he wondered what started this sudden need of wanting to live with you.

"I can't believe you still aren't living with her, you're already 23." Kamasaki says, slurring his words. Futakuchi just clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"What's wrong with having our own spaces?"

"Someone is gonna scoop her up, at work or at a bar," Kamasaki says, as if he's a wise monk, sipping his water. "She's probably waiting for you to ask."

"My lease is ending soon," he hums as Kamasaki orders 6 more shots of vodka while Aone & Koganegawa are already asleep.

You smell the sweet pancakes and lean your head to the kitchen, where your boyfriend is in his own thoughts, looking outside. He's wearing the stupid green shirt that just says, 'I'm good in bed, I can sleep all day' and black boxers that have a white text saying 'Let's speedrun sex'. You remember his disgusted face when he received those gifts and his annoyed voice saying 'what a useless gift'. You can't help but snort at his terrible lies and how he ends up using those boxers over his Calvin Klein any day.

"We should move in together," you raise a brow at his random suggestion, he just turns, giving you a nonchalant look, "what?"

"We basically already are with how often you visit," you laugh, sitting at the dinning table, looking at your phone ring with your friend's messages

"Who's that?" Futakuchi asks fast, and while he knows it just your friends complaining how they can't find a decent man, he lives to bother you.

"My side-chicks," you give a side glance and see how Futakuchi nods his head, his face unbothered.

"Damn, I'm fucking starving. Good thing I made all these pancakes for me, and me only."

"Oh my god, you little shit," you laugh at his childness and run to the kitchen where he is, giving him a low hug. Futakuchi tries to remove last night's images from his head, however if getting a boner was an Olympic sport, he would be getting gold. "Don't be like that, you're my favourite side-chick, Kenji."

"I hate you." He tries to not smile as you hug harder, making it harder to balance the twelve pancakes on his plate.

You're both on your comfy velvet couch, it wasn't really comfy but you insisted that it was cheap and long enough for Futakuchi's 'freakishly long legs'. An ad appears for a perfume, a grey-haired model performing, what appears, heart surgery.

"If you look into the heart, you'll see Lev Haiba's Heartless."

"That's gotta be one of the worst perfume ads in history." Futakuchi snorts with you, your head laying on his shoulder.

"If you looked into my heart, it would just be you," you're almost in shock to hear those words come out of Futakuchi's mouth.

“That’s so cringey” you start laughing, loudly and it reminds Futakuchi of highschool, when you hanged out with Mai and would laugh loudly. However, he decides to just tackle you on the sofa, he’s body on top of yours as you continue to laugh and heave. He starts tickling you, first attacking your ribs.

“So mean to me, y/n," his hands are tickling your sides while his mouth is right under your ear, fanning your neck. You can’t stop squealing and he pinches your butt before ticking your inner thigh, your vital weak point.

“Stop stop stop,” you plead, tears threatening to come out as you continue to laugh.

He feels a sense of deja-vu, as if this has happened before.

“What’s the safe word?” He says

“Oh my god, please stop,” you kick him on the side and it almost annoys you how he laughs at your attempt to kick him.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure we used it last night," his evil smiles come out.

"I hate you," he stops as he looks into your eyes, a devilish glint coming out. His arms resting on your boobs like he's 17 again.

"No, you don't." You give a stupid smile before giving him a quick kiss.

"No, I don't."

He won’t tell you about the fact that he bought a new apartment, right in the middle between his work and yours, how it's animal-friendly and how there's a spare room for his annoying mum. It was a tough choice, an apartment or a ring but he needs to know if you'll still love him after seeing his way of folding clothes.

Maybe he’ll tell you on the trip you two are going on soon for your 6-year-anniversary.

#futakuchi x reader #hq futakuchi #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu #holy shit #been editing this for the past months #but I'm in love with this man #AHH thank you for reading:)

[nonbinaryaubrey]

God I want to talk to you(or anyone, but you seem very friendly!!), about my OMORI AUs. I'm like- mentally ill about them all, tbh. Especially bout my magical girl au(or maybe moreso on my delinquent Sunny au, or just- all of them tbh).

Cuz like- last night, I had a dream,, and tbh it was just me as a magical girl and after having a meeting with Wooly(not from Amanda The Adventurer, since tbh the creature that was ig the one who gave me magical girl powers(lying, awesome *lie*), was just a sack of wool that had a face or smth I dunno), and at the end I got some like- roller skates, and my mind went like: “for balance”. And then once I woke up, and I had that idea for my magical girl Sunny design n stuff

Mari is bedridden, due to her bad knee getting worse(me not having an idea on how to make her a magical girl🤭). Sunny wants to help her(oh yeah, all of the cast of Omori here are all fem or ambiguous,, more fem leaning so yayay!! all lesbians !!!), and so she wishes for Mari to “be back to normal”(weird ass wish but my gal is, :autism:).

Sunny's design is like,, soft and puffy at first(like a cat or a sheep!!) but after like- some major stuff ig she can change her dress n stuff to be more like,, mature looking in the future(gives that white gown feeling to it, and stuff ig I dunno a wolf?? dhsjhdbeshb).

Sunny has an undercover magical girl name(the rest do as well) and her name is “White/Black Swan”(White for good/true ending, Black for bad/knife/hikkiomori ending)

More on her design tho!!! She wears the roller skates, that are colored red, also with the red hands(“to be normal” implies that smth was abnormal to her with Mari when she made that wish, and so she has the red hands and roller skates for comfort/balance. The red hands help her legs to focus on running!). Her dress design color is like, how headspace kinda is(purple/violet/lavender, light blues, and pastel greens with yellows and bright reds abit). Her dress is very puffy, like Madoka's,,, The insides of her hair are dyed purple, and is long like Mari's(even tho that's rlly long for a 12yr; yea she was 12 when she made that wish).

Oh yeah! This AU is called “OMOGIA: Winter hell”, cuz it's based off of four things. LMK Winter au, “Alice of Human Sacrifice”, OHHELL OMORI(my au on where Kel dies, Delinquent Sunny, etc), and Madoka Magica(the records moreso).

Her witch form. Okay so witches here, are called “Boxed Spirits” <- minor, “Boxed/Caged Demons” <- major. Sunny's Caged Demon form is called “Dorus Gray”(first name was "White Wing", then changed to "Dorian Gray", now it's this). Caged Demon form, takes the looks of 12yr Sunny, with abnormal long hair, that then (ig) kinda swallows Sunny or goes to hide her eyes(“Dorus Gray” uses he/it pronouns, as it moreso looks like canon omori,, ina way- like that mystery potion but reversed n all)

Sunny turns into Dorus Gray in her room, but the barrier also looks like a Hospital('She couldn't get the place out of her head, now that Mari is gone... All because she fell out of her bed, and messed with some of her wires that kept her alive..' Sunny failed Mari. How could she!). Dorus Gray just sits on the bed, while having his familiars stay with it. The familiars all have Mari's hair, but they also look like combinations of her friends(Kel, Parsley, Aubrey, Hero). The “Parsley” familiars are also much closer to Dorus Gray, and stand out the most due to their blond/light baby blue hair. The “Aubrey” familiars also stay close to Parsleys. Kels and Heros, stay close as well but they are also.. they seem distant in personality and relationship(“it's strained ever since Hero's girlfriend(not "gorlfriend" what), died in the hospital.. she was never okay after that.. ... now here I am! Stuck in this place, and I get saved by you..!” Kel said with a smile towards the now mature-looking Sunny, but it looked weird in a way).

Heros are also the ones farther away from Dorus Gray, while the others are closer to Dorus Gray(but also father as some want to stay away from Dorus Gray). Dorus Gray doesn't mind that though. He doesn't need to. All he needs to do, is “be normal”, so with that? It'll sleep. While it covers Sunny's eyes, it sleeps to show Sunny a utopia. Sunny didn't fail Mari, she's normal.

Oh yeah! I think I forgot to say, that I gave Sunny a full name! Her full name is; Zen “Sunny”(a nickname) Yanagi. Zen can have an ‘O’ or an ‘A’, but Sunny doesn't rlly care bout that, so yeah. (Sunny is Greek/Japanese here, learning English! ,,, that's where the "Dorus" part comes from,, it comes from the Greek/Greece(?) side of her family). I work on Sunny too much- I need to give her/him a break honestly,, djbdjsbdnsb

(if I told you I am just coming up with this along as I go, would you believe me?? Cuz tbh I can't believe meself too,, making lore out of words- woa)

Sorry if this was wayy too long!!! Djbdhdbs

ohoh!!! forgive me if im not able to add much (sleepy...nothing in my brain) but :O!!!! sounds prrretty interesting ^_^ !!! neat!

#asks #sotomogal #aubrey.txt #sorry abt not saying much again... dont know what to add -w-'

[star-going-supernova]

What can I say, I got inspired to combine the Strings ‘verse with the Siblings AU group chat chapter. The AR emails were also a source of inspiration. I can only hope you enjoy my gift.

Is this normal for Monty to act like this?

-Samantha Brown

No, this has never happened before. He usually trashes his room, and that’s it. He’s never smashed up anything else.

-Albert Robertson

Well, we need to get him checked out NOW. I really don’t want anyone getting hurt by him, especially any guests.

-Jacob Evans

If he hurts a guest, there’ll be hell to pay from the higher ups.

-Lily Dunlap

Forget the higher ups, can you imagine if he injures a child?

-Henry Sanchez

Geez, I can’t even fathom ANY of them hurting a kid. I mean, I know Monty and Roxy are new, but I loved those Fazbear animatronics when I was little.

-Edward Chong

Same here.

-Dylan Green

Agreed.

-Samantha Brown

Yup.

-Alan Brooks

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I think we need to look at the others.

-Amy Lee

What’s wrong with them?

-Dylan Green

Well, Chica is spending a lot of time in the trash.

-Amy Lee

Remind me again why a robot needs to eat?

-Samantha Brown

That way people order more food, especially after working out at Mazercise. Pretty clever, to be honest.

-Dylan Green

Yeah, clever. Except for the part where she glitches and eats all kinds of filth, requiring some poor sap whose initials are H.S. to scrub her down every day. Anyway, so what if she’s digging around in garbage?

-Henry Sanchez

She’s not eating anything now. She just sits in the middle of the trash pile.

-Amy Lee

Great. Cleaning her up was always a pain, but now it’s going to be infinitely worse. I mean, have you seen what goes into our garbage cans?

-Henry Sanchez

Come on, I’m eating dinner in an hour.

-Alan Brooks

What's wrong with Roxy?

-Lily Dunlap

She spends even more time in front of the mirror, and she keeps cleaning herself. If she keeps it up, she’ll wreck her paintwork.

-Amy Lee

So we’ve one bot that needs constant cleaning, and another that needs to be stopped from cleaning. Perfect.

-Henry Sanchez

Also, Monty keeps trying to fight the endoskeletons now.

-Amy Lee

Rather metal and wires get damaged then flesh, right?

Yes, but his aggression is still a problem. Not to mention everyone else.

-Amy Lee

Freddy seems okay.

-Mark Chong

Freddy keeps twitching. A LOT.

-Amy Lee

Maybe it’s a hardware problem.

-Dylan Green

We’re checking him now to see if that’s the case.

-Amy Lee

At least the Daycare Attendants and the DJ are all right.

-Mark Chong

Those two can’t run the band!

-Dylan Green

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From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

We need to make sure this place hasn’t been compromised. I’m worried a virus or something like that might be affecting the animatronics.

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

Well, we ran a check on them and our systems and came up with nothing. Besides, who would want to hack into this place?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

I can think of why or how anyone would want to get in our programs, but all the same, I’m going to bring in the night guard and tell her to keep her eyes open for anything. What’s her name again?

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

Vanessa. Gotta warn you, she can be a lot to handle sometimes.

____________________________

From: Jacob Evans

To: Vanessa A.

Hello Vanessa, I was wondering if you could come to the Pizzaplex during the day and talk to me.

From: Vanessa A.

To: Jacob Evans

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From: Vanessa A.

To: Jacob Evans

Sorry bout that, cat jumped on my keyboard. What d’you need me for?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Vanessa A.

I need to talk to you about the animatronics. There are also some security concerns I would like to address.

From: Vanessa A.

To: Jacob Evans

Could you just ask me about them now?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Vanessa A.

I’d rather talk to you in person. It’s pretty important.

From: Vanessa A.

To: Jacob Evans

I’ve got some personal stuff that’s making me REALLY busy. Is it that important?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Vanessa A.

Yes, I’m afraid it is. I can give you a few days, but I need to talk to you.

From: Vanessa A.

To: Jacob Evans

Okay, I’ll be there.

____________________________

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

I just finished talking to Vanessa. You sure you didn’t get her confused with someone else?

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

What do you mean?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

She was nothing like what you described her. She seemed pretty nervous the whole time, to be honest.

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

Well, you are her boss.

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

Also, her responses sounded kind of strange. Like she’d been rehearsing them.

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

Don’t tell me you think she’s involved in whatever's going on with the band.

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

I got the feeling that she was hiding something, but I’m not going to accuse her of anything without solid proof. It’s not like we can ask anyone to keep an eye on her.

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

So what happened?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

Well, I just told her to be extra cautious during her shift and to keep a close eye on the animatronics. She said that she would. Say, do you know if she has any relatives?

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

No, she pretty much keeps to herself. The rest of us don’t see her much anyways. Why?

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

She came in with some kid. She must mean a lot to him. He hugged her before AND after I talked to her. She was only in my office for a few minutes.

From: Amy Lee

To:Jacob Evans

Hm. Must be a cousin or something like that. Guess he’s one of those clingy kids.

From: Jacob Evans

To: Amy Lee

Yeah, he hugged her pretty tightly. I think he’s pretty demanding, too. He tugged her hand, and she followed. You sure you got the right person?

From: Amy Lee

To: Jacob Evans

Yes. It has been a while since I talked to her, though. I guess people can change.

____________________________

Well, the band’s doing much better these days.

-Alan Books

IKR? I’m glad to see it.

-Samantha Brown

Tell me about it. I really thought they were going to hurt someone for a while there.

-Mark Chong

This wasn’t going to be a birthday gift. I’d been working on this for a while, and when I saw it was your birthday, I couldn't resist the urge to turn this into a birthday present. It was also an experiment for me, telling a story in this way. If you have any questions about anything, please ask! Thank you for your writings, and for letting me play around with them.

• • •

submitted by @wandererintheocean

HELLO??? I LOVE THIS? THANK YOU SO MUCH, THIS WAS A DELIGHT TO READ!

Outsider POV is one of my favorite tropes, and it was a treat to read some chat stuff that lines up with the strings 'verse! I loved the confusion about the random clingy child, lol. So good!

Thank you for this gift, friend! And I’m always thrilled to see others play in this sandbox!

#submission #wandererintheocean #lovely birthday wishes <3 #verse: see what i've become (i will no longer feed the machine) #life and times of star

[ancient-cats-unite]

Ototo's New Recruit

Elmo joins Ototo's development team.

Elmo strutted out of his room, Yoyo tailing behind him.

"So what's next on the tour?"

"We only get this hallway. However we do have a small kitchen!"

Yoyo led him to the kitchen near the entrance. Pots and pans were neatly stored in cupboards. A small stove sponsored by the Iron Legion had some grease stuck to it. A cat eating rice sat on the ground.

"That's T-Bone, she's like a black hole. Shes also our culinary expert, her lasagna can feed the whole Cat Army."

Elmo walked over to stand where T-Bone was.

"Hello!"

She gobbled down the last bit of her rice. She put the bowl in the sink.

"Hi. Do you like cookies?"

"Yeah!"

"Great. I can get some for you, but you need to get something for me."

Elmo scratched his head. Then he had an execllent idea.

"Do you like carrots? My friend gave me a good one. Brave Cutter Approved."

"Brave Cutter? The Grandon Mining Cutter? Alright lets see this carrot!"

Elmo went back to his room and got the carrot. It had a couple bruises but no mold. He went back to the kitchen and gave T-Bone the carrot. She ate the tip.

"Mmm.. that's pretty good. You weren't kidding. Maybe I'll make some soup with it."

"That sounds pretty good."

T-bone handed Elmo a bag full of sugar cookies from the shelf.

"Here you go. My treat. See you around."

"Oh wow! Thanks!"

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The two were going to leave the cabin, but a crackling sound caught their attention.

"What was that? Did something pop a fuse?"

The two ran to the sound's origin. It came from a dark painted door. "KEEP OUT!" was written on a large sign. "Please?" was written on a smaller sticky note.

"Oh. Thats Gordy's room. He'll be fine."

"Hold on, I have something I wanted to give him."

Elmo held up a fragment of the green crystal from his overalls pocket. It glew brighter, the etchings pulsing with energy. Taking a deep breath, he head inside.

Gordy was hacking up smoke in his room with some wiring gone wrong. He was working on a panel covered by a white tarp. The mysterious curtain covered a large margin of the room.

"YOU! Disgusting vermin, leave immediately!"

Gordy hissed. Yoyo and Elmo backed up.

"Not you, new kid. You can stay."

Yoyo huffed and left the room, closing the door. Gordy appeared behind Elmo and draped him with a part of his coat.

"Have you decided? That these WORTHLESS FOOLS aren't worth your time? With me, we will conquer the world with our MERCILESS ROBOT ARMY! Right now they're just cleaning robots, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

Elmo got some distance from Gordy. He pulled out the crystal, who strongly reacted to the machinery. Gordy snatched it immediately.

"You.. YOU.. You are a BLOODY GENIUS! This is a fraction of true power, I can power up my precious! Witness my creation, my dear assistant.. WITNESS THE BRINGER OF DESTRUCTION!"

Gordy unveiled the tarp to reveal.. to reveal.. a small metal Bun Bun. It makes a dent into the floor.

"Ah. I just need to implant it. I'm very grateful, these things grant immense power!The world shall be in my paws! Nya hahahahahahaha!!"

Elmo just stared. Gordy got nervous.

"Laugh with me. Its awkward."

So the two bringers of destruction laughed together.

Gordy hands Elmo a scrap metal cat. Its in decent shape with working cameras to boot. Elmo pats the cat on the head.

"My minion shall serve you well. Now begone! Evil awaits!"

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Elmo left the cabin. Yoyo wasn't anywhere, so maybe he could vibe with Hank? Hank was lying down, Ototo with him.

"Don't eat the butterflies anymore, Hank. Please."

"But.. preety.."

Hank perked up when Elmo came by. Ototo looked up as well.

"Frend! I got you preety butterflies!"

The jar had yellow butterflies in it. They all had cat faces.

"Ooh! I'll put this on my shelf. Thanks Hank!"

"Hey Elmo. Oh good, the uniform fits. Hank, could you go for a sec?""

Hank got up and ran somewhere else. Ototo looked Elmo up and down before putting two paws on his shoulders. He pulled out a beaded bracelet covered in metal and gold beads.

"Yoyo wanted to give you this. Remember you got really sad when you lost that friendship bracelet? He made you another one."

"Aw! I'll put it on right away!"

Elmo slipped on the bracelet. He gave Ototo a big hug, the mentor returning the favor.

"Thanks for letting me on the team."

"No problem Elmo."

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//What a nice wrap up! Probably the most I've written. A little bit of everyone is here! Let me know what else you want!//

#the battle cats #battle cats #tbc #feline fanfics #im going to make a seperate tag for them #now that this is done ill post it onto ao3