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daemour · 4 months

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I Can See You

Pairing: single dad! Seonghwa x babysitter! f! yn

Word Count: 10,137

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, a creepy old man in one scene, age gap (10 years but both are adults (and not just barely)), smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, single parent au, M for mature audiences

Summary: When you took a job babysitting a young toddler, you didn't expect to be so drawn to the family. And more specifically, her frustratingly hot and single dad.

Smut Warnings: masturbation, sexual fantasies, riding, slight (if you squint) corruption kink, sliGHT breeding kink, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), breast play, overstimulation, undiscussed kinks (yn is fine with it. but discuss your fucking kinks guys *gun emoji*), slight cumplay

thank u to @pyeonghongrie and @mingsolo for beta'ing and for the title hehe <3 this is also a collab with @potatomountain who is also writing a dilf hwa, we're just on two sides of the spectrum lol...and this is so damn long

“Hello, I’m here for a babysitter interview with a Mr Park?”

“That would be me. Miss (Y/N)?”

When you answered the ad in the newspaper about babysitting, you were so ready to see an older man, around his fifties. But this man looked so young, around his late twenties although you’re sure he’s probably forty. And you’re not one to judge—nearing your mid-twenties one wouldn’t be expecting you to still babysit as a full-time job. But it pays the bills and helps you get some hands-on experience in your degree, child development.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” your words spill out as you realise he is awaiting an answer. Mentally, you berate yourself for the immediate blunder while Mr Park’s eyes crinkle with amusement.

“Come on in and make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be right there. Would you like anything to drink?” Mr Park’s voice is smooth like butter and you have a hard time making sure you don’t get lost in it.

Again, you nod, actual wordy responses jumbled in your brain, walking to the couch and sitting down almost mechanically. If you were mentally present, you would have noticed the smile the older man sends your way.

He doesn’t take too long, returning with two glasses of water. “You didn’t say what you wanted to drink so I just got you water. Is that okay?”

Thankfully, you finally can respond coherently and smile, albeit a little shakily. “Yes, thank you so much.”

You take the glass with both hands, thanking him again quietly and taking a small sip before just holding it as you wait for him to be seated. You’ve felt awkward before, but this is a new extreme. Normally you pride yourself on keeping your cool in front of someone you think is hot, but Mr Park…he’s something else. You try your best to keep your eyes trained on the coffee table, only letting yourself glance at him occasionally so he doesn’t realise just how in awe you are.

“Jihee will be home from school soon, so you’ll see her soon. For now it’ll just be old me and my questions,” Mr Park starts his interview as soon as he sits on the couch across from you. “Now, I saw in your application that your major was in child development? Can I ask why that interested you?”

You blink at him for a moment, not expecting that question. Sure, bringing it up was expected, but the way he sounds like he’s interviewing you for a position in a company amuses you. “Uh…I just grew up with a lot of siblings and their kids. I’m the youngest of six, and the oldest is sixteen years older than me so I have a lot of nieces and nephews as well. Children have always been a part of my life, and my first job was babysitting so it’s something I’m very used to. Child development was just a way for me to learn even more and in a less… hands-on way. Poopy diapers are not my favourite.” You pause. “Not that I can’t change them! Or that Jihee uses them. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

You’re so sure your face is bright red right now as you stumble over your words, and you’re ready to be kicked out, but all Mr Park does instead is laugh at your embarrassment. It’s a little mean but it’s better than your worst conclusion so you’ll take it. “It’s okay,” Mr Park smiles at you. “It’s okay to ramble, it was actually quite amusing. Now, I’d just like to warn you, Jihee has trouble with working on schoolwork. While that usually isn’t an issue, she may be asking you to help her with her homework and reading and I just thought I’d give you a heads up. Would that cause any trouble?”

“It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ll try my best. I took children’s education in college as well so it’d be a good time for me to exercise that,” you laugh quietly. Your first dream was to be a governess, no matter how few jobs there are for that type of work.

Mr Park nods thoughtfully. “Glad to give you some experience in that,” he hums after careful consideration, a smile on his face. “Her struggles lie in understanding the problems and in English. If she faces any difficulty then I can always help out.”

Before either of you continues speaking, his watch beeps and he glances down. Without another word, he stands and goes to open the front door. “Uh–” Your confusion escapes you before you can stop it.

“Oh, Jihee’s almost home and I always leave the door open for her,” he explains, eyes still trained on his watch. “You’ll get to meet her, and then we can discuss more details. And just to reiterate the ad, this is going to be a job that requires a lot of hours. I, of course, will be paying you for any sort of overtime if I need to stay at the office later. Does your schedule still allow for that?”

You hold back your smile. Your schedule mostly consists of scrolling the internet for job opportunities and eating lunch with your friends. “Yes, I can do that,” you affirm. “I’ll need holidays off, but I assume that’s a given as you’ll also be with Jihee?”

A smile pulls at the corner of Mr Park’s mouth. “Very astute,” he chuckles. “Now, here she comes.”

The door swings open without another word from either of you and a little girl dressed in pink and ribbons barrels into Mr Park’s knees. He lets out a quiet grunt, stabilising himself against the door as his hand strokes at her hair. “Hello, Jihee,” he hums fondly. "How was school today?"

The young girl beams up at her father. "So fun!" she grins, her words slightly slurred in her excitement. "Today, Mrs Lee had us do shapes and my favourite colour is blue now! I have so many blue crayons."

Mr Park's eyebrow raises at the mention of crayons. "Do you have them with you?" he asks, and Jihee nods vigorously. "Can I see them?"

Another nod comes from the child and she immediately plops on the floor, pulling out her pencil case and opening it to reveal at least ten crayons, all of varying sizes. What stands out to you the most is that half of them are green. "See! All blue. But this one's my favourite." She grabs at a particularly long and skinny one, a shade of emerald green.

"Ah. Lovey, remember, your colours are a little different, right?" Mr Park talks in a gentle voice, very different from the very adult voice he used with you. "That's a green crayon."

Jihee's face drops. "Oh." Her bottom lip juts out in a pout.

Mr Park holds out his hand and Jihee drops the crayon into his palm. "You can't take the crayons from school anyway, dear. Why don't we leave these in your bag and you can give them back and apologise to Mrs Lee tomorrow?"

Jihee's pout grows bigger but she nods. "Okay, daddy," she agrees and Mr Park nods proudly.

"Now, do you want to meet your new friend?" You flinch as Mr Park mentions you, sitting up straighter in your chair before ultimately deciding to stand instead.

"Hi, Jihee," you do your best to speak with the same quiet tone Mr Park used. "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you."

You offer your hand for her to shake and Jihee looks at you, her thinking face almost a spitting image of her father's before she walks over and takes your hand with gusto. "Hi, Mrs (Y/N).”

"Ah, I'm not a Mrs," you correct her. "You can call me (Y/N)."

"Miss (Y/N)," Mr Park quietly interrupts and you nod, not wanting to override his parenting although being called 'miss' will catch you off-guard for the time being. "Why don't you tell her one thing about yourself and then Miss (Y/N) has to go, okay?"

Jihee's mouth twists in sadness, her hand still gripping yours. "Okay," she sighs again. "I get to talk to her more later though, right?"

Mr Park nods. "Of course. Miss (Y/N) will be spending a lot of time with you, so I'm glad you like her."

Jihee nods solemnly. "I like pretty people and you're super pretty," she tells you earnestly and your heart swells at the compliment.

“Thank you, Jihee,” you thank her genuinely, although you’re amused at the fact that she considers her appreciation for physical looks a good introduction to herself. “It was nice to meet you.”

With another decisive nod, Jihee turns and marches right off down the hall, presumably to her room. Mr Park turns to you, finally shutting his front door with a sigh. “That was Jihee. Ball of energy extraordinaire. She comes home from school at one-thirty, and will put her own things away before coming to eat a snack. She has one worksheet to do a day but with your help she’ll get it fairy quickly. I’ll email you a list of house rules.”

You nod. “That sounds perfect. What would the schedule look like? What time would I be here, and when would I expect you to come home?”

Mr Park hums, running a hand through his perfect hair. “For her school days, I’d like to have you in here maybe ten minutes before she comes. I’ll always leave her snack in the fridge and you can just pop it in the microwave and make yourself comfortable before she comes barrelling in. Then I’ll be home at five-thirty sharp whenever possible. Every other Saturday I’m in the office for eight hours and you’ll be watching Jihee for those days. If you can’t do a Saturday, just let me know so I can get someone to watch her, but generally I’d like you here from eight to five.”

You nod. All your friends have atypical work schedules so your Saturdays are empty in general, and since the weekdays are shorter hours you don’t mind. “When it comes to after-school playdates, should I expect you to be home or would you like me to take care of them?”

Mr Park’s lips tighten almost imperceptibly. “That won’t be an issue. Jihee doesn’t do playdates.” Your curiosity spikes at his short answer but his tone leaves no room for discussion so you don’t press it. “I’ll give you a key now. Tomorrow is my off-Saturday but if you can come in just to adjust yourself that would be great. I have some work to get done anyway so I’ll be mostly out of your hair although you can still ask me questions.”

You nod again. “Yeah, that works,” you confirm after a quick check to your phone calendar. When you look up, Mr Park is already holding out a key and you take it after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Mr Park nods, moving to open the door when Jihee calls out with a whining tone to her voice. “Daddy, I need help!”

Mr Park sighs but it’s full of affection for his daughter. “I would walk you to your car but she calls for me,” his head dips into an apologetic bow but you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile at him. “There’s no need for that at all.” That is one of the main reasons, but another part of you doesn’t want him to know you have no car and you take the bus to his neighbourhood and then walk the rest of the way.

A twenty-four-year-old with no car? It’s a little embarrassing, especially in the area you both live in where it’s almost required to have a car to do anything. Generally, your babysitting jobs were close enough to your home, but the salary of this job enticed you to give up walking.

As you exit, you can hear Jihee starting off her complaints about her jacket and you smile to yourself subconsciously.

You’ve been working with the Parks for almost a month now and generally, it’s a good time. You only really see Mr Park when he comes home, but by then you have one foot out the door. There are days when he looks so beaten down that you want to offer him some encouragement, but you don’t want to step out of your boundaries. So, you just keep your head down and leave.

Jihee is sweet and easy-going, not hard for you to get along with. She always has some sort of fun idea for you to play along with and her schoolwork hasn’t been too terrible although you dread when she starts getting into more difficult maths.

But today, as soon as Jihee walks into the door, you suspect something is wrong. She doesn’t greet you as excitedly as she used to, just stalking straight into her bedroom and coming right now, settling herself down on the couch with a pout on her face.

“Jihee, don’t you want to eat?” you try to coax her to the dinner table, but she just shakes her head, immobile. You frown. It’s strange for the usually talkative child to be this closed off. “Did something happen at school?”

Jihee glares at the coffee table, shaking her head. “No,” she mutters but her cold-stone facade drops immediately as she suddenly bursts into tears. Your heart drops for the child crying on your couch and you immediately run to her and pull her into your arms. “Why don’t they like me?” she wails into your shirt and your heart drops.

You had suspected it when Mr Park shut down the playdate idea very quickly, but this just solidifies your thoughts. How could the kids at school not like such a sweet kid? As you’ve been working for the Parks for quite a bit now, you’ve grown to adore the young girl like she was one of your own nieces.

You don’t say anything just yet, just patting her hair and doing your best to calm her down. It takes almost an hour but now she just curls up in your arms, her hands gripping your shirt as she’s so close to falling asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up so you resign yourself to letting her sleep on you for now.

Within ten minutes, you fall asleep as well. It’s not what you meant to do, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself. When your eyes open again, Jihee is no longer in your arms and there’s a large fluffy blanket laid on top of you. You blink yourself awake before panic sets in and you shoot up, looking around. “Jihee?” you call out and hear deep laughter behind you. When your head snaps back you see Mr Park chuckling at your face.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss (Y/N).”

It takes a minute for your words to register, blinking stupidly at your employer for a few moments before your face drops and you practically leap off the couch. “I’m so sorry!” you cry, bowing rapidly at a low angle. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and it won’t happen again.”

You keep your eyes lowered and you look up at him through your lashes, scared of how he’ll react but to your surprise, Mr Park’s smile grows and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, you looked comfortable and the doors were locked. Jihee didn’t get into any trouble, just was a little bored since you were asleep.”

You shake your head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t sleep on the job but thank you for the kindness. Jihee is very responsible for her age and it certainly reflects on your parenting.” You smile back at him.

“Well, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me as well,” Mr Park hums. “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know you usually leave around the time I get back but let me at least feed you before you go.”

You frown. “I’d like to, but I should get going,” you say absentmindedly. “I have to make it in time to catch the bus.”

You’re looking around, trying to gather your belongings, when you realise how silent Mr Park is. And in turn, you realise what you just said. “You take the bus?” His voice lowers and you stare at the look of concern he has on his face. “It’s practically dark by the time you leave and you’re walking to the bus stop by yourself?”

“Ah– it’s okay! It’s not a far walk, just up the street.” You hurry to defend your choices, waving your hands. “I’ve gotten home safe so far, no?”

Mr Park shakes his head. “No, you can’t take chances. I’ll drive you home tonight after dinner. You must stay.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, but his stance is unwavering. And as much as you would usually protest—being taken home by a much older man would usually ring alarms in your head—the idea of not having to wait in the cold and the dark by yourself is very appealing. And from how you’ve interacted with him before, Mr Park seems very sweet, and you trust him just a little more than you probably should.

“Well, I do thank you for your kindness,” you sigh, nodding your head in concession. “But this will be the only time.”

Mr Park chuckles, not taking you seriously. “We’ll see. Now come on. Tonight is beef stew and my younger brother will come for dinner as well.”

“Uncle Uyu is coming?” You can hear Jihee’s excited voice coming from the kitchen as well as her feet pittering on the floor as she launches herself into your lap. “Hi again, Miss (Y/N).”

“Hello again, Miss Jihee,” you tease, pressing the tip of your finger to her forehead and Jihee giggles.

“Are you staying for dinner?” You nod again and she screeches in happiness, not giving a second glance at how you wince at the sound. “I can’t wait! I have to make you pretty! Come with me.”

With as much seriousness as she can muster in her body, she pulls you by the hand into her room as Mr Park watches the two of you with a soft smile and follows the two of you into Jihee’s room. He takes a seat on the bed as Jihee fusses over your hair, styling it with her toddler's hands and putting an obscene amount of hair clips into it. But you’re whipped for the little girl and you let her do whatever she wants, ending up in two uneven pigtails and a plethora of Hello Kitty clips.

“Daddy, isn’t it pretty?” Jihee giggles, moving your head to tilt so her father can take a look at her work. “It’s better than your hair to practice!”

Mr Park, mock-affronted, holds his hand to his chest. “Betrayed by my own daughter? Alas, but I can let it slide as this may very well be your best work.”

Jihee giggles, pressing her face against your cheek when the doorbell rings. “Uncle Uyu!” As always, her focus is diverted by any new thing and she runs for the door, both you and Mr Park following shortly after. As she yanks the door open, a man around Seonghwa’s age greets her just as excitedly, bending down to pick her up and spin her around.

“Jiji,” he cheers, “Already so big?” His eyes find you and you offer a small wave. “And who’s this? Seonghwa, you found a girl?”

Mr Park’s jaw drops and your eyes widen as you rush to contradict. “Oh, no, no, I’m just the babysitter. Mr Park has kindly invited me for dinner.”

Wooyoung chuckles at the look on both your faces. “Don’t worry, I just like to pull on Seonghwa’s leg. You’re a little young for him too.”

You offer a smile. “Yeah, and the forties are a little out of my age range as well,” you try to joke, but to your surprise, Wooyoung breaks out cackling, startling Jihee who starts laughing with him confusedly. Mr Park’s shocked face has somehow become even more intense.

“You think I’m how old?” Wooyoung has reigned in his laughter although a smile still pulls at his lips. “I’m only thirty-four!”

A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you start bowing rapidly again in apology. “I’m so sorry! You look your age, I just assumed you had to be older.”

Mr Park sighs, although an amused smile now graces his face. “It’s okay, I can understand it. I’ll just be giving you a hard time from now on.” He punctuates with a wink and your eyes snap down to Jihee in embarrassment.

“Let’s get on with dinner so I can go home and just melt in embarrassment, okay?” you groan and the two older men laugh. Jihee seems to agree with your sentiment, declaring her hunger grumpily and you laugh and pick her up. “See, even Jihee’s on my side. Let’s eat now.”

Mr Park hums, stepping aside. “All right, I see I’m outnumbered now. I hope you don’t mind how casual this dinner is, but I promise the food is worth it. Wooyoung’s the better cook, but he’s taught me a few tricks.”

You shrug. “Any food is good food to me. At home, I have instant ramen and fried rice so it’s a nice change.”

Out of disapproval, Mr Park shakes his head although the smile does not leave his face. “I do not miss my college diet. Please, take a seat.” He motions to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for you to seat yourself, sitting beside you as Wooyoung and Jihee join the other side of the table.

“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N),” Wooyoung hums, leaning on the table by his elbows. “You’re in college?”

You shake your head. “I graduated a year and a half ago, I’m twenty-four now, but it feels like just yesterday I was taking my finals,” you chuckle. “What was your major, Mr Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung smiled, “Please, call me Wooyoung. Mr Wooyoung just sounds weird. But to answer your question, my major was culinary, of course. Before I taught Hwa how to cook, he was hopeless. I think I was feeding him and Jihee primarily other than his sandwiches and canned soup.” He sighs, leaning back and smirking at Mr Park whose ears are red.

“Hey, Youngah, I paid you for your work. Don’t make me seem incompetent,” Mr Park snorts, leaning over to smack the back of his neck. “Wooyoung may be eight years younger than me but he certainly acts like he’s five.”

You laugh at the banter. “Me and my siblings were the same way. We’d always fight but in the end, we care for each other. It’s sweet to see you guys act the same.” You smile, taking a bite of your stew. “Thank you for letting me sit in on your family dinner.”

Mr Park shakes his head. “Of course. Can’t let you walk on your own at night, you know. I’d be happy to give you a ride home from now on.”

“Ah, no, I can’t make you do that,” you try and decline again but Seonghwa is having none of that.

“It’s not a matter of making me, I offered. I can’t let my babysitter just stand around in the dark. Let me do this for you. Jihee cares for you, she wouldn’t want to make you get hurt.”

You frown, pursing your lips. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you concede. “Thank you once again.”

Mr Park shakes his head, his hand moving up to ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand rests atop your head a moment longer before he remembers who he is in relation to you. “Ah, sorry. Habit from Jihee.”

The heartfelt moment is cut loose by everyone amused at Mr Park’s habit. Jihee immediately takes the initiative to start rambling about stickers, engrossing everyone in the conversation, Wooyoung being particularly vocal. The dinner is finished with no other events, and you offer to help clean up, ignoring Mr Park when he tries to protest.

“Thank you for helping out,” he tries to thank you but you wave your hand dismissively.

“You fed me and are driving me home. It’s the least I could do. Shall we head out though? I don’t want you to have to leave Jihee for too long.”

Mr Park nods, grabbing his keys and jangling them as he opens the door to the garage. You do your best to not show your surprise at the sight of his fancy car. Of course, you knew he was well off, but you never imagined you’d actually be sitting in his car. He even opens the door for you, letting you slide into the passenger seat.

You hold yourself stiffly, but Mr Park looks over and just laughs at you. “Relax, I’m not going to bite you. Just let me know where to go and we’ll be set. Want a piece of gum?”

He holds out a pack of gum and you gladly take the piece, happy for the distraction. Most of the car ride is silent, except for you telling him occasionally where to go. But as he pulls up to your street, he slows to a crawl.

“You know, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around.me. Sure, I’m your employer, but I’m also a dad. I got the dad instinct, you know?” Your lips twitch at his attempt to be comforting. “Really, though. Don’t hold yourself so tight around me. I don’t mind doing this for you.”

You turn your eyes down. “Thank you. I’ll try, it’s just a little weird for me if you understand. But I do appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you smile at Mr Park. “I hope you have a good night.”

As you go to your apartment building, Mr Park leans out of his car and calls after you. “You can call me Seonghwa, (Y/N). Mr Park makes me feel old.”

You laugh at his admission. “We’ll see, grandpa!” You can’t help but tease him before running into your home, leaving an amused Seonghwa outside.

These days you and Seonghwa have become a lot more friendly. He’s taken to driving you home despite your protests and during the car rides, some interesting conversations have happened. For example, you learnt that he built his company from the ground and yet is respected in many old money circles.

Okay, maybe you didn’t learn that from a conversation, and instead just searched on the internet. But what can you say? You’re curious about the man who happens to be your charge’s father and the man who happens to be very very handsome.

Maybe you have a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but you couldn’t blame yourself. There was something about him. It is the aura he holds himself with, the kindness in his smile when he arrives home, and it helps that he is hot. Every so often, you can’t help but find yourself glancing at his pretty hands, or his well-toned arms, and you have to look away before heat spreads up to your ears.

You’re down bad, and it’s not getting any better. Every time you see Seonghwa, you want to jump him but it would be inappropriate. Not only is he your employer, but he’s also a decade older than you. There’s no way he would be interested in you, he probably sees you just as some kid.

With a sigh, you look down at your sketchbook. Today was supposed to be a fun day. Both Jihee and Seonghwa were off today, so you were spending the day with her as Seonghwa was still called into the office to put in some extra hours. But then the toddler fell sick and you were tasked with taking care of her.

At least it was a fairly easy job—Jihee slept most of the day and you were free to work on some of your more personal projects. Although your passion lies in children, you do enjoy drawing and even took a couple of classes in college. As you lay on the couch sketching, you get so lost in your mind you don’t even register the door opening and the footsteps coming towards you.

“Is that me?”

A shriek rips its way out of your throat as you do your best to whirl around and hold your drawings to your chest, but your legs get caught in the blanket and you instead fall half off the couch to the ground. Your chin props your head up on the ground but your legs are still tangled on the couch, your arms twisted into the blanket, the sketchbook an arm’s reach away.

“Hi, Mr– Seonghwa. How was work today?” you mumble half into the carpet, too embarrassed to look up. “Jihee’s taking a nap in her room.”

After a moment of silence, Seonghwa laughs, although it’s a little pained. “Uh. Do you need help up?”

You groan, pulling one of your arms out from your cocoon prison. “That would be great, thanks. Sorry.”

One of his cool hands gently takes your elbow as another comes to rest on your back. It’s at the moment you realise your shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but tense at the touch, hoping the embarrassment doesn’t show on your face. “Jihee’s taking a nap?”

You’re grateful he chose to brush over the incident. “Yeah– yeah. She’s not much better, but she’s not much worse. It’s just a simple cold, so she needs to sleep it off.” You chose to ignore the hand lingering on the small of your back, instead scooching back on your butt to distance yourself just a little bit. He’s your employer, there’s no way you can give in to your feelings.

But the couch seems to be against your plans, as when you try to pull the blankets off your feet you tumble into Seonghwa’s legs, knocking him down as you land on his firm chest. Your face is mere centimetres away from his and you freeze. “I–” you stammer out, Seonghwa equally as awkward.

“Sorry–” He tries to sit up, but it just results in the blankets twisting tighter and pulling you two even closer together. You swear if you could hold your breath, you could feel and hear his heart beating. “Ah, shit.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at his profanity, not something you’ve ever expected to hear from him. “Welcome back, Seonghwa.”

Seognhwa’s eyes widen, his blush deepens, and his head snaps away from you. Your brows furrow at the change in his features and you can’t help but wonder if it’s from the proximity, or if it’s the proximity to you specifically. “Ah. Let’s get out of this, shall we?” he coughs. He carefully detangles himself from the pile and holds out a hand to you.

You grasp it, noting his firm grip and letting him pull you up. “Thanks.”

“I’ll drive you back to your apartment first since Jihee’s asleep right now. It won’t take long.” While Seonghwa’s voice remains warm, his eyes move away from you.

Suddenly a guilty feeling pools in your stomach and you turn away as well, bending to pick up your sketchbook silently. “Of course.” The disappointment fills your head as you internally admonish yourself for even trying to entertain your fantasies of the older man.

But, to your surprise, a warm hand pats you on your shoulder. “You are good at art, (Y/N). You should continue to pursue and practice it, even as just a hobby.” His words make you look up into his eyes and you see a sparkle behind them. “You’re a talented person, and you should take advantage of it.”

“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you smile at him again. “Once again, I appreciate the kindness you offer me.”

Seonghwa chuckles, spinning the car keys as you’ve quickly found out is his habit. “(Y/N), thank you for putting up with such an old man who can offer you nothing but kindness.”

You snort. “You’re not even that old, you geezer.” In retaliation, Seonghwa leans over and pokes you in the forehead.

“Oh, hush and let me take you home.”

It’s been almost six months since that day and your feelings have only intensified. But this time, you swear perhaps he may be returning your feelings too. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a gentle smile, and his hand on your shoulder lingers a little longer than you think. But then he talks to an employee on the phone and you remember how accomplished he is. Even if he wasn’t much older than you, there’s no way you would fit into his lifestyle.

And, like any self-respecting person would do, you start to avoid him. What else are you going to do? Tell him? You’d be crazy to even entertain the thought. There’s no way he would even take you seriously.

These days you’ve just been going to work, and heading straight home. Seonghwa barely has time to catch you, and you’ve been plotting with Jihee to keep him away. She doesn’t quite understand why, but it’s fun to her so she’s happy to. You’re pretty sure half your wallet has gone to sticker sheets. But no matter how many stickers you’ve bought, it doesn’t help Seonghwa from figuring out something is amiss.

It’s your one day off and you’re spending it at home, lounging around and just watching movies while you sulk about your tangled feelings. Watching all these romantic movies doesn’t help at all and you groan. There’s no way you’re going to act like a lonely teenager, you declare to yourself. You’ll go to a club! Maybe meet someone closer to your age and you won’t feel like a wet sock anymore.

That’s it, you’ve convinced yourself. You’ll give yourself a night out. Suddenly inspired, you throw off the blankets covering you and start donning your nicest clothes. There’s a club you used to frequent in your college days, and you haven’t been back since you got the new job. It’d be nice to let loose again.

As the nighttime approaches, you’re almost all ready to go. You have your outfit and your makeup, and all you need is your shoes. Once you pick out your favourite pair of heels (comfy and not too high), you make your way down. You can feel the excitement pounding out of your chest and you can’t wait to get the night started.

As you enter the club, your body immediately relaxes as you take in the atmosphere. It’s been so long, you��re just excited to have fun. Get drunk, find a nice guy, and forget your problems. You down drink after drink, hyping yourself up, but as late night comes, nothing happens. With a sigh, you plunk down your last drink, feeling the buzz of the alcohol burn in your veins.

Nothing will happen tonight, and you just have to come to terms with it. You place down a couple of bills to pay off your tab, tip, and stumble out of the bar. You’re plastered. You can hardly walk in a straight line and you lean against the cool brick for a minute, letting the sensation sober you up a bit as you do your best to call up a taxi.

But before you can do so, a hand creeps onto your bare waist and your head snaps up to see a man, no younger than fifty, leering at you. “Uh, hi?” you slur out, your hands fiddling with your phone as you try and discreetly move to the phone app. You may be plastered, but you’re not a fool and you know what could happen in this situation.

Unfortunately, the old man seems to know what you’re trying and he grabs one of your wrists. “Now, pretty lady, take a break there. Why don’t you come hang out with me for a bit?” His words are greasy and slimy, and you almost gag at the idea of what he’s insinuating. At least Seonghwa isn’t triple your age…and he’s hot.

“Ah, no thanks,” you manage to push past him, pressing your most recent contact and holding the phone to your ear. “I’m a little uh…” You’re cut off when whoever you call starts speaking.

“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me? It’s nine.” Seonghwa’s voice crackles through the receiver. “Are you okay?”

“Ah, shit,” you groan, stumbling to your side and colliding with the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I’m just out and–”

Once again, the old man approaches you and pulls you back by the waist. “Come on, pretty. Get off the phone and pay attention to me.”

You shake your head and pull away again, moving even more down the street. “No, no, I’m not– just leave me alone. I want to go home,” you say, shaking your head, still holding the phone to your face. “Just…I wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” You can hear the worry in Seonghwa’s voice rise and a faint jingling of keys. “I’m going to get you. Wooyoung’s here so he can watch Jihee. Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m at the club Desire. Or near it. I don’t know.” Your head is muddled and no matter where you look, the street signs are blurring and the old man is still trying to get your attention. “I just want to go home,” you repeat, tears springing to your eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

The old man growls at your tone, grabbing at you again. “Don’t be stupid, child. You can come home with me and I’ll teach you how to be proper for a man like you.” His breath reeks of alcohol and bad breath and you instinctively slap him across the face. Surprised, he jerks back, and you take a couple of shaky steps back again.

“Leave me be! I don’t want you near me.”

The old man’s eyes narrow at you and he takes one menacing step forward, his hand raising to strike you but you bring up your arms to block the slap, whimpering in pain when the hit lands and your phone clatters out of your hand. “You insolent child!” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hope Seonghwa gets there soon.

Seonghwa has never driven so fast in his life. He’s racing through the lights and he counts his lucky stars that they’re all green and that the police aren’t around right now. He can hear arguing coming from his phone and he’s calm enough knowing you’re at least still on the phone. But then he hears a noise and what he assumes to be your phone falling on the ground. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Please, please be okay, (Y/N).”

Stepping on the gas, he roars around the corner to the club you mentioned, praying you’re still there. As he gets out, he’s looking around but can’t seem to find you. “(Y/N)?” he calls out. “Where are you?”

He races down the street to find you pinned against the wall, your hands attempting to push an old geezer away and he sees red. He marches right up, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your shaking figure. “Fuck off,” he growls in his face, delighting in the fear that moves across his face. “Don’t let me catch you near this place again. Now fuck off!”

He practically throws the old man to his knees before turning and cupping your face. “Seonghwa,” you practically sob. He can still see the drunken haze in your eyes but it’s almost completely cleared up now and his brow furrows even more.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulls you along and you do your best to keep up with him in your inebriated state. “I can’t believe you would do this! Have you no sense of security? Why didn’t you get anyone to come with you? Why would you call a taxi outside of the establishment?”

He still opens the car door for you and you slide immediately in, eyes staring wide at the pristine dashboard. He slides in and puts the car in the ignition before sitting back and groaning in frustration. “I hope you’re ready to talk as soon as we get inside,” he gripes. “I still am so shocked, (Y/N). You act so mature about Jihee, but what happened then? You could’ve been hurt…no, you were hurt!”

He continues his rant driving up to your street, ushering you into the elevator and into your place. “Do you know how my heart dropped when I saw you struggling? I don’t want to see you hurt. You need to take care of yourself.”

As he yells at you, his eyes rake over you to see if you’re injured any further, but something else stops him and the words die in his throat. You’re wearing a sheer shirt, your lacy bra underneath just showing off your chest. Your leather skirt has ridden up your thighs and your eyes fill with unshed tears. And something burns in his brain.

It’s been months since he hired you, and with each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to you. He berated himself every time these unwanted thoughts popped into his head. Sure, you’re sweet, good with kids, and are passionate about what you care about. But you’re also so young. You can do so much better than him, a single father with no prospects.

But seeing you like this, heat sparks in his gut and he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. “When you wear things like that, it makes me want to rip them off you and do things even that creep couldn’t even imagine,” his low voice pierces through your thoughts and your mouth gapes open.

“I’m okay with that,” you whisper, hand reaching out to brush against his chest, but Seonghwa blinks as he realises what he just tried to do, and he jerks back. Your eyes flash with hurt and Seonghwa would like to hit himself for doing that to you but he can’t let you come onto him when you’re still drunk.

“I– I’m sorry,” you whisper, your hands reaching behind you to steady yourself on the wall. “I just felt so lonely. I wanted to be wanted.”

Seonghwa’s breath stutters as he stares down into your wavering eyes. “I–” He wants you so bad. But he can’t bring himself to say it. Not when you’re drunk. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”

He turns away and hears your disappointed sigh alongside your footsteps trudging to your bedroom. With a groan, he sits on the couch with his head in his hands. He wants to reassure you, but he can’t help but feel guilty about it. But he’s still straining in his pants and after locating your bathroom, he sits on the shower bench, leaning against the cool tile and breathing in and out. With a groan, he unzips his pants and pulls out his half-hard cock. The feeling of regret rises but he pushes it down to his gut as he spits in his hand and presses his thumb against the head of his dick.

As he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it, he can’t help but close his eyes and imagine you. You with your mouth wrapped around his cock, with your hands gripping his thighs. You seated on his throbbing member, grinding your hips against him as you lean down to kiss him. He can feel his dick jump and he wonders what it’ll feel like to fill you with his cum.

He lets out a broken moan as his grip turns tighter. His image of you would scratch your nails down his back. He can almost hear your little whines and breathy moans as your hips work over him. You’d lean in and whisper into his mouth, “Seonghwa, fuck me hard,” and—

Seonghwa sighs as he looks down at his cum-coated hand and the mix of shame and relief swirling around his brain. Maybe he should just go to sleep on the couch and hope he doesn’t dream of you. As he washes his hand and goes to lie down, he can already feel a stress headache coming on. He hopes you’ll at least fare better in the morning.

When you awaken, you have a throbbing pain in your head and you groan and roll out of bed. You’ve taken your club shirt off as well as your skirt, but your bra and underpants are still on. You’re sure your makeup is smudged too and you have no clue how you got home but all you want is some coffee and oatmeal.

You trudge to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes from sleep. There’s a blanket fallen on the floor so you toss it onto the couch and head straight into the kitchen to start your coffee maker. As you lean against the counter and yawn.

“(Y/N), are you feeling better?”

A voice calls out from behind you and you shriek, whirling around to see a sleepy Seonghwa, blanket wrapped around him and his hair a mess. You shriek again, realising how little you’re clothed and duck behind the counter, your cheeks flaming and your heart beating faster than you ever thought it could.

“What are you doing here?” you force out, your voice tight.

“Do…do you not remember last night at all?” You do remember most of what happened. He took you home, but that’s about as far as you remember. And you’re not sure you want to know the rest of it. But you’re far too embarrassed to admit, so you put your acting skills to use. You’re not sure you can handle the shame of a real conversation.

“What?” you ask, forcing your voice to pitch higher as you slowly stand back up, hands covering your chest. “I didn’t– Oh my God, I’m so sorry if I came onto you. I was drunk, I must’ve been out of my mind. Please accept my deepest apologies.”

You notice Seonghwa’s eyes trail down to your chest and then snap back up to your face as if he’s forcing himself to and he chokes out a breath. Despite the headache, your mouth twitches. Maybe you’re still a little out of it. “No, nothing like that. I fetched you from the club because you called me to save you from a creep. Then I took you home and we slept.”

You sigh. “I’m glad. I do apologise for whatever my behaviour was. It was out of line and it won’t happen again. I understand if you want to let me go–”

“No!” Seonghwa’s outburst surprises you and your eyes widen. The lack of clothes you’re wearing has been long forgotten and you move around the counter to stand in front of him. Seonghwa has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the volume of his voice. “Sorry. I just…it’s like you’re a part of our family already. I care for you just as much as I care for Jihee.”

Ah. He thinks of you like a child. Your suspicions were right. You turn slightly to face away from him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “I see. Well, I appreciate that. It’s nice to have a second family,” you chuckle, internally beating yourself up. How could you even entertain the thought of the two of you being together? “Let me change, and I’ll walk you out.”

As you return to your room, you finally let your heart sink as tears brim in your eyes. You hastily wipe them away as you rummage in the pile of clothes on your bed for something fairly appropriate to wear. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of Seonghwa, and then your crush is unfounded. You can’t seem to catch a break.

With a sigh, you pull on some shorts and a large shirt before heading back out. “Hey, (Y/N), could we talk first?” Seonghwa asks, still standing in between the kitchen and the living room as his eyes flit around nervously.

After some hesitation, you finally find your voice. “Sure? What’s up? You can sit on the couch if you want.”

Seonghwa takes a seat, hiking up his sweatpants and you move to the floor across the little coffee table. “Last night…you told me something.” Oh no. This is it. You bite your lower lip and look down, awaiting his next words. “Uh. So. You think you came onto me, right? Well. It was. Uh. It may have been me.”

You blink at him foolishly as your brain tries to wrap itself around your head. “You what?”

Seonghwa raises his hands and lowers his head ashamedly. “Let me explain, please. I saw you outside with that horrid excuse of a human and something in me snapped. I just wanted to protect you and I brought you home. But seeing you in that outfit? It just made me want you. And I told you. And you reciprocated. At least, you tried to.” He chuckles a little to himself, bringing up his hand to grip at his hair. “I told you we would talk in the morning. But one thing you said stuck with me. You wanted to be wanted. And all night I’ve been thinking about it. (Y/N), you were drunk. But you weren’t that drunk. Something you said had truth to it. Please. For my own sanity, tell me how you feel about me. Please.”

His voice cracks at the last syllable and something in your heart hurts at the sound. “Seonghwa I…I do care for you. More than I should. You’ve shown me unbendable compassion and you’ve never taken my words or myself for granted…or treated me like a child. Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.” You sigh, tightening your fists. “I’ve been hating myself for the better part of six months because of it. You were so much better than me. In job, in maturity. What was I supposed to do? I went to the club to forget you, but it appears that didn’t work.”

Seonghwa stands quickly, shuffling over to kneel in front of you. “How could you think such a thing? Me better than you? Don’t make me laugh. I may be older than you, and yes, I have a better-paying job. But in the end, how could you compare? You’re amazing with Jihee. You’ve managed to teach her in ways I could hardly hope to imagine. And just because I have a higher wage doesn’t mean your job is less important. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like you were already part of the family.”

“You told me you thought of me like Jihee,” you argue, and Seonghwa laughs, leaning forward to take your hands.

“I said I care for you as much as I care for Jihee. Not in the same way, (Y/N).” Seonghwa smiles kindly. “I know if this does happen we’ll need to put a lot of care into this, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to be with you.”

You’re not sure whether this is a dream or not, staring up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You’d be a fool if you said no, but the worries in your head won’t seem to cease. Taking a deep breath, you push them aside and smile up at him. “I’ll have you, Seonghwa.”

As soon as the words fall out of your mouth you can see Seonghwa’s eyes crinkle as he smiles and leans in, his nose almost touching yours. “May I kiss you?” he murmurs in his deep voice, and instead of gracing him with a reply, you meet him in a soft kiss.

His large hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and his thumbs brush against your cheekbones. “You’re so pretty,” he hums, pressing a multitude of pecks to your lips. “Last night I was so conflicted. Seeing you like that made me almost go insane.”

An idea sparks in your brain, and a smile widens on your face. Your fingers crawl up his shoulders to rest your arms on them. “How insane?” you ask, and Seonghwa’s eyes darken.

“I’ll show you,” he grows before capturing your lips with his once again. This time his arms shift to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re practically pressed against his body. You squeak at the sudden movement but it’s swallowed by the kiss.

He pulls you onto his lap and you can feel the growing hardness in his slacks. You wriggle your hips a little, grinding down, and the moan that Seonghwa lets out is heaven to your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so pretty,” he repeats, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You whine at the pain blooming into pleasure and your hands fist into his hair. Your precious sounds get to Seonghwa and he groans, moving your legs to wrap around his waist and he hoists you up and brings you over to the couch. “Your noises are so pretty, baby,” Seonghwa groans into your mouth. “Can’t wait to hear them when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

“Please–” is all you can muster out and your whines only serve to make Seonghwa’s cock harder in his pants.

With a groan, he pats your ass, motioning for you to move up. As soon as your hips lift, he grabs the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your knees, leaving your underwear and shirt on. In the same motion, he shoves his slacks and boxers down just far enough to let his cock spring free.

“Seonghwa–” you whine and something in Seonghwa’s stomach burns at the idea of you crying on his throbbing dick. He sits back, guiding you to sit right above his cock as he moves it to rub against your soaked underwear. Every time the angry-red tip of it brushes against your clit you let out breathy moans and it only serves to make Seonghwa impossibly harder.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Seonghwa breathes, his free hand coming up to brush against your face. A smile blooms on your face as you bend to kiss him again.

“Then don’t.”

Something flips in Seonghwa’s brain and he lifts you, pushes your underwear to the side, and lets his cock press into you slowly. The both of you throw your head back and groan loudly at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. He’s not the biggest you’ve had but that doesn’t matter as the sting of the stretch is enough to make you drool. You can hardly speak as you whine nonsense into his ear and let your head drop to the crook of his neck.

“You fit around me so well,” Seonghwa praises, his head spinning at the feeling of finally fucking you the way he dreamed of. It was only yesterday he was fucking into his hand at the thought of you and here he is, only a few hours later, his painfully hard member inside of you. “Look at you, a mess for me. Bet you’ve never been with an older man before. Do I make you feel good, baby?”

You clench at his words. “Fuck, yes, the best I’ve had,” you babble, squirming at the already overwhelming feeling. “You’re so good to me.”

Seonghwa laughs delightedly at how gone you seem to be not five minutes in. “So precious, especially for me, (Y/N). Sitting on my dick so prettily.” He gives a little experimental thrust upwards and you gasp. The noises you make are so addictive, he can’t help but do it again. And again.

You’re panting, moaning as he fills you up so deliciously and your hands grip at his now-wrinkled dress shirt. His cool hands slide up your baggy shirt to shove up your bra and cup your boobs. The weight of them sitting in his hands makes him groan as he leans in to mouth at them through your shirt.

“Been dreaming about these tits since last night. Jerked off in the bathroom after seeing you, you know?” Your eyes widen at the admission and Seonghwa smirks at how embarrassed you look. “Wanted you so bad and you thought I wouldn’t like you in that way? You’re so cute, (Y/N).” He punctuates each word with one thrust after another.

The feeling of his dick pumping into you as well as Seonghwa’s teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your tits makes you so overwhelmed. It’s almost embarrassing how close you are already, and Seonghwa knows it, chucking up at you from between your chest. “Aw, baby, you’re so far gone. Am I that good?”

You cry out and sink your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. You’re trying so hard to keep your noises down but Seonghwa isn’t having any of that. His hand finds its way to your hair, gently tugging on it until your head falls back, exposing the column of your neck.

As his warm breath ghosts over it, you stiffen, and when he moves up from your chest to lick a stripe up it and nip at your earlobe, you come with a groan. Your hips are shaking from the intensity of it but his thrusts don’t stop and soon you’re whining from the overstimulation.

And he still hasn’t come.

“Fuck, Seonghwa, it’s so much,” you groan, mouth hanging open. Seonghwa greedily swoops in to capture your lips once more, licking into your mouth as his thrusts become more and more erratic.

His dick twitches and he groans. “Where do you want me? I’m clean,” Seonghwa mumbles into your mouth.

You shift your hips a little. “I’m clean too and on the pill, so it’s on you. I don’t care, I just want you, Hwa.”

Your words spark something in Seonghwa and he thrusts upwards, once, and his cum starts filling you. It’s searingly hot, settling deep in your gut and you throw your head back and moan so goddamn loud. His throbbing cock is twitching like crazy and it’s still pumping cum into you. Seonghwa’s hand slides down your body to tweak at your nipples, thumb over your flesh, and finally come to rub little circles into your clit.

You gasp and it feels like you’re touching heaven from the extra stimulation. “Gonna fill you up so well,” Seonghwa groans. “Do you think Jihee would like a sibling?”

Your thoughts all blur together at his sentence and you come again with a groan. Your cunt squeezes around him so deliciously and a sob breaks its way out of your throat, one that Seonghwa eagerly swallows as he kisses you again.

His thrusts start to slow down and you slowly pull off his now-softening dick and settle back down on his lap. His hands push his leaking cum back into your pulsating pussy and you sigh at the feeling.

“Well, that was quite the escalation,” Seonghwa laughs quietly as he pulls both your and his pants back up and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. His hand pats your butt and you squirm and slap his chest softly.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Seonghwa hums, capturing your lips in his yet again. He can’t get enough of your plush lips and you’re not complaining at all.

“I’m lucky to have you, period,” he sighs happily. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

You smile and sit up, ignoring the whines that come out of Seonghwa’s mouth at the lack of contact. “Well, I couldn’t let you be a lonely old man,” you tease and Seonghwa smacks your ass again.

“Can old man do what I just did?” You’re suddenly lying on your back with Seonghwa hovering over you, a crooked smile growing on his face. “Or do you need another demonstration?”

You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I don’t know, sir, maybe you should show me once more.”

With a nip to your lips, Seonghwa leans in and your eyes crinkle at the promise of what’s to come.

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Check Yes (to go on a date with a dead guy) ch3

“So, what’s your deal?” Jason asked, when Danny’s mouth was full of food. “You’re dead, I notice.”

Danny choked. He gave Jason a betrayed look with big blue eyes, a hand clapped over his mouth to contain any mess.

Jason smirked back, unrepentant. “I died once,” he shared. “Got better though.”

“You got be-”

“You were surprised about what it’s like to fight humans,” Jason continued. It was hard not to laugh at the confused outrage on his date’s face. “So that implies you fight someone else? You’re fighting ghosts or something? Or do ghosts have some kinda natural enemy? Vampires or some shit?” He might have been a bit flippant but sue him, it sounded a lot more magical than his daily life.

Danny opened his mouth and no words came out. He looked like he was in pain when he grudgingly admitted, “I do have a lot of beef with this one vampire guy, Vlad.”

Jason threw his head back and laughed. That was such a vampire guy name, what the hell?

“No, no, it’s not funny,” Danny protested. He waved his hands wildly, flinging a bit of bean from his burrito across the roof they were perched on. “He’s also a ghost- well, he’s a half of a ghost, but that’s a long story from when he was in college.”

“The half-ghost vampire has an undergraduate degree?” Jason interrupted. He needed to know what this fucker studied. Was it like, social science? Literature? Theater? That might explain Danny’s implied belief that a theme was an inherent rogue thing. No, wait, business administration?

Danny gave him a withering look. “He’s got a Doctorate.”

Jason flung his hands up in defeat against the world. That made more sense than an undergraduate degree somehow. There was just something about the type of person who got a Doctorate that made them, you know, creeps.

‘Or maybe they’ve just got enough specialized knowledge to act on latent creepiness,’ he mused. ‘...Shit, am I developing an anti education stance? Can I blame this on Crane and Quinn?’

Danny was continuing with his explanation of the vampire’s background. Every word made it nuttier. “He’s a scientist, actually, and the mayor of a small town. And he lives in a cheese mansion.”

This was a sharp divergence from vampire stereotypes and he needed to know everything.

“Is the mansion made of cheese?” Jason interrupted. He was leaning in, intent on every word. Why was this vampire the most interesting man in the world?

He got a weird look for that. “No, it just belonged to the Dairy King,” Danny said, like it was everyday knowledge that you could expect a layperson to have.

“Of course, the Dairy King,” Jason said wisely.

"Enough about me though!" Danny flailed a bit. "How did you get my uh, number?"

Ah. Jason took a big bite to delay while he chose his words.

There was no point in trying to hide his vigilante identity from Danny. The guy probably didn't even understand the concept.

So he might as well top whatever story Danny had.

"The bat guy who taught me all about being a child soldier got grabbed by this group of loser cultists, right?" He gestured in a way that did absolutely nothing to illustrate the situation.

Danny cocked his head. "This is off to a good start."

"They tried to sacrifice him. You gotta remember him - big ugly guy, dressed in black and gray, underwear on the outside of his pants in a way that's never been cool?"

Danny didn't seem to have words, but he lifted his hands to make two ears on top of his head.

He pointed with both hands. "That's the guy," Jason agreed. "At the time, we didn't know what kind of sacrifice it was. We were thinking more along the lines of blood sacrifice?" He shrugged as if the idea of B biting it meant nothing to him.

Danny made a pffft sound of air escaping between his lips. "I tossed him back." He flailed in place. "I- isn't- wasn't that- that was a while ago," he stuttered. "I kinda forgot about him."

"...You got offered a cape, then a few weeks later a bunch of others, and you didn't make a mental connection?" Jason checked.

Danny flushed. "Time doesn't match up between the realms and anyway, I'm really busy!" He crossed his arms and accidentally knocked over his drink. "I've got a lot going on in my life. Anyway, for a ghost?" Danny blew a raspberry. "I'm sorry to break your heart, but none of you dress wild enough to stand out in the Infinite Realms. We've got robot dudes and child pirates and giant eyeballs and stuff." He gave Jason a smug look. It was cute.

Jason acted on impulse and reached out to ruffle Danny's hair. He realized what he was doing too late. His hand froze above Danny's head.

Danny tilted his face up and made an inquisitive sound.

"There was a bug." Jason pulled his hand back. What was wrong with him? He didn't go touching other people just because they were cute. "It flew off."

"...Right," Danny said. "You're being very normal." He seemed delighted by this, the little gremlin. "So. You were a child soldier too?"

Jason nearly fell off his perch.

Danny shrieked a laugh and pointed. "Ha!" He crowed. "I win! I shocked you first!"

"There wasn't a competition!" Jason lied. His face was bright red. It was too late to save face. "What do you mean too?" He demanded. "Were you a child?"

"Somewhat recently," Danny said. He gave Jason a catlike smile. "Adults come from teenagers, teenagers come from kids, kids come from babies. Do you need to know-"

"I know where babies come from." Jason cut him off. He tried to look off put at the way Danny laughed at him but fuck it, it was funny, in a dumb way. "Of course you were a kid, that was silly of me," he admitted. "Ghosts are made from humans, right?"

"Well yes, but actually no," Danny said, philosophical. "Some of us. I was. Other ghosts are made from like, vultures, or ideas."

It kinda seemed like ghost taxonomy was more complicated than he was ready to get into at the moment. Those two things were pretty fuckin disparate.

Jason sighed heavily and picked up his food again, just to have something to do with his hands.

A thought occurred. He didn't let it show on his face but he felt sick to his stomach.

Danny was dead. Danny said he'd been a child recently, and a child soldier.

Someone needed their ass kicked.

Danny: we are having such a whimsical time!

Jason: sirens screaming

#dp x dc #red check yes #dead on main

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paper-starz · 11 months

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WELCOME HOME THEORIES(+ Observations)

I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

after so many hours, days, months.... ITS BACK!

And now, after careful observations, I present to you fine fellows a few theories and observations. THIS WILL BE VERY LONG AND IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE UPDATE!!

OK to start off, lets debunk a theory thats been bugging me: THE WELCOME HOME NEIGHBORS ARE DEAD THEORY!

yeah.... has been debunked. Look no further than the guestbook! PG 2 SPECIFICALLY!

Image reads: idonotknowwhatclownis_iaskedfrank_hesaidbarnaby_hereisbarnaby.png

So, Wally was able to ask Frank what a clown was during the time of this ask, therefore, none of the puppets are dead (yet)

"But Paperstar!" I hear you cry. "The neighborhood descriptions were in past tense, while Wally's and Home's neighborhood descriptions were in present tense!"

And for that, I have a simple answer: The puppets aren't aware. Since they aren't aware, they still think that they are living during the 70s. To us, the 70s have already past! And since Wally and Home are aware that they aren't living in the 70s anymore, they use present tense. NOW ONTO THEORY NUMBER 1

THE RED BOOKS THEORY

As we all know, when we look into the website, doodles (presumably made by Wally) are littering the website and sending us into secret links!

While these doodles are fun, creepy, and cool to look at... have we ever stopped and wondered how exactly Wally is doodling onto the website?

By doodling onto a book.

Throughout the website, we see few instances of Wally doodling. Where was he doodling on specifically?

On a red book. But I can take it FURTHER.

I believe the book that Wally is doodling on is THIS ONE

A RED BOOK WITH SWIRLS AND AN EYE.

All 3 things connected to Wally. (Lord knows Wally loves drawing swirls and eyes, especially in this update) "But PAPER!!!" I hear you scream. "THIS BOOK IS IN REALITY! HOW CAN WALLY GET THIS BOOK IF HE'S STUCK IN WELCOME HOME?" Ah, patience, dear viewer! This is called the Red BOOKS theory, not the Red BOOK theory. It's simple, there's two books, one in Welcome Home, and one IRL. As above, so below

Whatever happens above, also happens below!

And it seems like the Question Answerer is in possession of this book as well.

Which brings me to my next theory!

THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE HACKING INTO THE WEBSITE

Specifically Wally (pretty much confirmed) and the Question Answerer.

If the Red Books theory is (hypothetically) true then the IRL book SHOULD be able to doodle onto the site as well! But how do we know this?

Pay close attention to these doodles of Barnaby. Notice one that's... Different from the others?

YES YOU ARE CORRECT, VIEWER! THE RIGHT ONE IS DIFFERENT!

As you see, the right one is scraggly, rushed, not coloring in the lines at all!

BUT WAIT THERES MORE!

Yeah, so it appears to me that Wally draws neater, while the 2nd doodler seems to draw messier and they don't even color the full drawing in most of the time! (For all I know this info could be vice versa. With Wally being the messier drawer and the 2nd doodler being neater.) BUTTTTTT IF YOU WEREN'T CONVINCED OF THESE DOODLES, I HAVE MORE EVIDENCE TO PROVE MY THEORY OF TOO DOODLERS

WALLY CANONICALLY CANNOT DRAW HEARTS (<- Click for proof)

And yet, there are hearts littered not only in the Guest Book page, but all across the website as well. And unless Eddie is helping Wally draw hearts every time he needs to draw one, then I doubt that Wally is the one doodling these hearts.

And for the last piece of evidence saying that there IS a second person, look no further than the HANDWRITING.

Say it with me kids! "One of these things is not like the other!"

ITS THE MIDDLE ONE! YES THE MIDDLE "hello"

It's all lowercase, while Wally usually writes in all UPPERCASE, and in red.

Even his signature supports this statement as well!

Therefore, dear viewers, I believe we need to pay closer attention to the doodles. Who is the one ACTUALLY writing to us?

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home wally #theory #OH AND EXPECT ANOTHER ONE COMING TOO #DONT GET ME STARTED ON HOME #welcome home home

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darlingofsatoru · 7 months

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DRESS UP DARLIN’

⊹ synopsis: Various Jjk characters & how they’d react to you in certain halloween outfits.

⊹warnings: Implied fem!reader, very short drabbles, Reader uses makeup+ wears dresses in most, potentially ooc characters.

SATORU GOJO- ANGEL

Satoru can’t help but pause as you step out your room, eyes darting all over you shamelessly as you rummage through your handbag.

There’s only a few words that he can even think to describe you in that moment: Pretty, gorgeous, ethereal even..

“… I agr.. ee .. so I s— Satoru??” Your voice awakens him out of his thoughts, suddenly right in front of him.

He’s not even sure how that got past his senses but he lets out a content sigh, adjusting the collar on his outfit before beginning to admire your outfit once more.

An all white dress, no straps and a feather-like look to it along with matching wings

So this is why you told him to dress as a devil, matching outfits..

“…Huh, even prettier up close. I better keep you near today, huh, don’t want anyone stealing you!” He grins playfully, gently tugging you towards his embrace.

Halloween has always been fun but he’s sure it’ll be 10x better with you here.

RYOMEN SUKUNA- DEAD/CORPSE BRIDE

Truthfully, Sukuna has no interest in halloween.

It’s a silly tradition and he barely bothered to dress up, the only reason he did a little bit being you.

By barely bothered, he simply means that he’s wearing a light change of outfit that could probably be considered creepy (as if Sukuna himself isn’t scary enough) if you looked at it long enough.

Thinking of you, he groans as he gets up from his feet and goes to open his mouth to speak, stopping when he noticed you come into the room excitedly.

A white dress stained with fake blood (that doesn’t really look accurate to Sukuna, but he can appreciate the effect a bit, he supposes), not too long but also not too short for a wedding dress, paired with a classic veil covering your lipstick covered lips.

“Not half as bad as the deranged outfits most wear, I might even like yours, dare I say.” He smirks, enjoying the lift of spirit in your face from his words alone.

Maybe he doesn’t detest Halloween entirely..

YUJI ITADORI- WITCH

Yuji smiles widely, adjusting his top-hat excitedly.

He feels like Halloween was ages ago so the prospect of dressing up, especially with you, is great and has definitely put him into a good mood for the last week or so.

He actually wasn’t sure if a magician was scary but you’d suggested it could be, saying he could pull out weapons on unsuspecting bystanders (which, in his opinion, did sound pretty creepy).

“Hey, you okay in there?” He yells to you, rummaging the cupboard for the trick or treat buckets.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!” You shout back, taking a few moments before you emerge with a broomstick in hand.

Yuji blinks for a few minutes once he catches sight of you but quickly smiles wider, waving enthusiastically.

He’s seen plenty witch costumes in his life but they don’t seem to compare with yours, the lovely black and purple dress having a matching hat and broomstick to come with it.

“Woah, a witch? That’s cool, the dark purple really suits you, you know?!” He immediately starts, gaining an appreciative smile from you.

He finds himself paying more attention to your smile, the pretty shade of purple once more showing but on your lips this time.

“Oh yeah, ah, I forgot to ask about the trick or treat buckets.. Where are they again?”

NOBARA KUGISAKI- NURSE

Nobara leans forward in the mirror, enjoying putting a bit more makeup than usual.

It’s not that she couldn’t but more that there’s no reason. What’s the point of being dolled up every day anyway, it’ll just ruin the fun of it!

So she works gently on her eyeliner, making sure not to smudge it whilst her mind wanders to what you’re doing..

Probably getting ready like she is or on your way here, likely the latter since Nobara happened to be a tiny bit later in getting ready today.

The doorbell goes before she gets to dwell on it, making a classic ‘ding-dong’ sound.

“One second, I’ll be right there!” She yells down the hall, quickly getting to the door and opening it.

It reveals just who she expected, you in a rather pretty nurse costume.

“I’ll grab my bag and we can get going!”

This Halloween is definitely gonna be the best, Nobara thinks.

CHOSO KAMO- VAMPIRE

Choso crosses his arms, embarrassment itching on his face at dressing up in general.

Being half-curse meant he didn’t do these things much if not at all, getting into a skeleton jumpsuit-like outfit.

“You still sulking?” Your voice echoes the hall immediately, his face picking quickly.

You’ve always known how to calm him, even unintentionally..

“It’s just a bit itchy, I’m not sulking.” He replies, pulling at the sleeves.

You nod in understanding, meeting his gaze as he finally looks up.

“…Ah.” He murmurs, eyes trying to be discreet as he studies your outfit.

A classic vampire suit, coloured black and red with a large collar.

“Do you think it’s alright? It took ages to find an eyeshadow to match the shade of red.” You sigh, gesturing to your eyes.

Choso nods, embarrassment seeping onto him as he notices he has a small blush engulfing his cheeks now.

“I think it’s more than alright,” He says, pushing the skeleton hood up.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO- BLACK CAT

Megumi sighs, growing bored of the high volume of noise rather easily.

He’d been dragged to this party by Nobara and Yuji to have some fun but it was anything but so far, having only felt bored the whole night.

Plus there was the fact you were apparently going to show up, likely dressed up like most people at this unpleasant party are.

“Megumi, hey!! You look pretty gloomy, you know?” A familiar voice awakens him out of his thoughts, revealing itself to be you immediately.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming.. Not that I blame you, it stinks like alcohol and sweat in here.” Megumi breathes out, taking a quick glance at you before avoiding your gaze and outfit entirely, cheeks too likely to heat up in front of you if he looked straight at you.

You chuckle and shrug, “I sort of expected something different but it’s not too bad, might loose my cat ears here though.”

He nods, he wouldn’t be surprised if anyone lost something in here, there’s people all over the place.

“So.. Wanna step outside? It’s pretty warm, you look like you’re melting.” You suggest, gaining a nod of approval from Megumi.

Maybe it isn’t so bad, at this overcrowded party, he’ll need to make sure to keep an eye out for your cat eats though..

A/n: First work, hope it’s not too boring!! Might not post for a bit after this but I do have a few drafts :D

#darlingofsatoru🩰#first post #jjk x reader #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #yuji itadori x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #choso kamo x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk hcs #jjk drabbles #jjk halloween #halloween fic #guess who i favour.

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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continuation of dinner guest?? i loveeeee ur writing sm <3

Ah jeez you're so kind. Fun fact, Dinner Guest was the first ever snippet I posted on tumblr

I decided to give the characters names again. Hope you enjoy

CW - electrocution

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Part 1

Dinner Guest, Part 2

Julian looked at the prisoners in the holding cell, and swallowed.

“How many of them are powered?” the villain asked.

Five. “None.”

The villain hit a button on a remote, and Julian’s shock collar zapped him like an angry jellyfish. He yelped, jerking back instinctively.

The villain released the button, and Julian’s shoulders sagged in relief.

“How did you know I was lying?” he asked, rubbing his neck with a wince.

“I have some of my own people, all of whom are powered, placed amongst the prisoners,” the villain explained. “Now, how many are there?”

Julian looked over the prisoners’ dejected faces, unsure of himself. What if only four of the powered people in this cell were the villain’s henchmen, and the fifth was an innocent person? What if the number of henchmen was even smaller?

“Two,” he said.

The villain electrocuted him again.

When superpowered babies had first started being born, everyone imagined a bright future for society.

Movies and magazines painted images of superheroes flying victims out of burning buildings. Pushing trains along with their superstrength. Speeding little old grandmas across busy roadways.

There were also cynics who warned about superpowered wrongdoers. But even they hadn’t guessed how bad it would get.

Powered mob bosses used their abilities to grow their empires. Unpowered ones needed to compete, so they started recruiting. They scoured their cities for the few people born with this useful but rare birth defect. They offered good pay, positions of power. Many people stepped up voluntarily.

And once the crime lords had already brought in all the powered people willing to join . . .

Well, they hunted for the rest.

“This does not need to be difficult, little bird,” the villain said. “All I require is your honesty.”

The villain, a.k.a. Hounder LaChasse, a.k.a. The Collector of East City, had long ago rooted out every powered person who was easy to find. Everyone else knew to keep their heads down and their abilities secret.

Which is why it was so unfortunate that Julian could detect powers.

“You are my key,” LaChasse had said, when they’d first met. “And you are going to open every door in this city for me.”

“Three,” Julian said now, and braced himself for another shock.

But it never came.

“Point them out,” LaChasse said.

Julian peeked his eyes back open. “Sorry?”

“The three powered people. Point them out to me.”

Julian stilled, his adrenaline kicking into gear.

If LaChasse was stopping here, then that probably meant that there were three henchmen in the cell.

Three villainous henchmen, two innocent prisoners. If he only pointed out the henchmen, he’d be successfully hiding the prisoners’ identities. But if he guessed wrong, he’d be exposing some poor sod to the most dangerous crime lord in the city.

Shaking his head, and fighting back tears, he sat on the floor and covered his face with his hands.

He tried to withstand the electricity without screaming.

He failed.

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“This looks like it hurts,” LaChasse said, tone full of sympathy. They spread a cool salve over Julian’s burns, their hands gentle.

“You know it’s creepy, right? That you’re keeping me in your private quarters. You’re creepy.”

The two of them sat together on a cozy leather couch before a beautiful roaring fireplace. A pair of wine glasses rested on the table. One still remained untouched.

“You’re going to be the prince of my empire,” LaChasse said. “Might as well start embracing it now.”

“You’ll need me to cooperate first,” Julian said, glaring into the fire.

That was the one silver lining of this entire ordeal. The one fact he was desperately clinging on to. That despite everything, despite the pain, despite the running drumbeat in his head singing give up, give up, give up, give up . . . he’d held firm.

For today, at least.

Seeming to follow the same train of thought, LaChasse touched a hand to Julian’s chin, and turned his face so that their gazes met.

“All the time in the world,” they said, their voice a honeyed poison.

Part 3

#villain #hero #villain x hero #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writeblr #writing snippet #snippet #writing #kidnapping #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #i think this may be the first time that Part 1 was longer than Part 2 #for me at least #that's probably because i wrote Part 1 before i realized that it's better to keep things short on the internet #tbh i still struggle with that sometimes #not a prompt

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missmeowfam310 · 1 year

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Lee Know Knows everything

Hello, to anyone who might stumble upon this. This is something I had written for my, ex- bestfriend, and I think I want to share it to others. English is not my first language, I in fact SUCK, but I love reading fanfiction, and I love writing for people, I know this oneshot is far from good, but I still hope anyone who reads it enjoys it.

I love lino so much and I tried to showcase it in this fic.

Summary: You met this weird boy. (yeah this pretty much is)

pairing: Lee know x reader (y/n)

genre: fluff.

Wordcount: 3.7 K

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"HEY!!! HEY!!! STOP PLEASE! SIR!"

finally the bus driver stopped when he noticed you.

"thank you" you said not looking grateful at all, after running for a whole damn 10 minutes.

"I hate this man"

you whined under your breath while trying to find a seat.

"BRO SAME HE NEVER WAITS FOR ME TO SIT DOWN BEFORE HE STARTS DRIVING AGAIN!"

you heard a voice on your left where a familiar young boy sitting next to the window.

you're not that social but he looked so cute pouting

" this bad man makes me stumble every morning as if he enjoys seeing me humiliated"

he continued, looking sad

you decided to set next to him.

" damn, stumbling in front of everyone every morning? What a way to start your day”

You surprised yourself, you’re not the type to talk this comfortably with a stranger.

"I know right? ah, it's alright, why do YOU hate him though?"

The sudden eye contact caught you off-guard.

"you have such beautiful eyes!"

you shocked the both of you with this statement, but it had to be said, sparkly, honey, and every other adjective.

His beautiful eyelashes, long enough to create a shadow on the tail of his eyes appearing as an eyeliner.

"OH! thank you I guess"

shit what is wrong with you.. he looked adorable though, smiling shyly while blinking too many times, it seems like it's his habit?

"well, this 'bad man' just made me run after the bus for a whole five minutes just because he couldn’t wait for more two minutes"

you sounded so angry.

"might as well run to the school since you’re that good at running"

Oh he’s cheeky

" I guess I should have run "

you agreed, smiling at him while acting like you're seriously considering his suggestion.

"we go to the same school right? because you look a bit familiar"

he asked you sounding a bit confident.

"yeah I guess because I feel like I've seen you before too"

"cool!" he said while gesturing a thumb up

"cool!" you replied

He’s weird, you love it

both of you kept the conversations going, words flow smoothly with him, you found him funny, adorable and a bit charming to be fair...

you both walked each other to your classes, " see you later" he said.

you smiled, "see you later"

you've never enjoyed somebody's company as you did today with- FUCK!! you can't believe you didn't ask him about his name! well to be frank it wasn't a usual "nice to meet you" conversation that ends ups with actually knowing the person's name.

Wow it’s your first time seeing the place so quiet and not so crowded, there was no line to wait in so you’ve got your food pretty fast, sat on a table alone because burritos before amigos!

Enjoying your meal peacefully while listening to a song your friend had recommended -which was not like anything you’d personally listen to - you turned it off looking a bit disgusted and mad because she kept gassing it, questionable taste as usual, shaking your head in disappointment.

“damn why you mad bro chill a bit”

It’s him again, now you’ve gotta ask him about his na-

“I’m lee Minho, friends call me lee know because I know everything, and that you’re Y\N, I know where you live too”

“okay that’s not creepy at all, lee know.”

You said, looking unfazed.

“Been going around asking about you all day, my efforts are totally wasted”

“and you’re disappointed cuz?”

You asked him, because he looked so done with life, even a bit mad which made you laugh.

“you’re supposed to be surprised with my amazing abilities, also, what a weird laugh, do you always make this noise with your nose?”

What did he just say?

“I-“

“I love it”

oh…

“0-okey thanks I guess lol”

“YOU PRONOUNCE LOL TO??? “

“I get roasted for it but no fucks are given”

He high-fived you with cute smile

“you have a cute smile”

You’re not that person who throws compliments so much but he makes you do that a lot.

“oh thank you dear Y\N”

He fake-giggled covering his mouth with his right hand

He received your smack on his shoulder because he’s looked like a silly rabbit, then he acted like you stabbed his arm, his extra ass started banting but as you ignored his existence, he quit his act and sat down to eat like a normal human being.

“why are you sitting alone?”

He asked with full mouth, you gave him a disgusted look

“my friend didn’t come to school today”

“you have friends??”

This mother fuc-

“OUCH IM SORRY! You take no joke huh, I bet you’re an Aries or a Capricorn, always so salty”

Speechless you were, because of course he was right, lee know knows… you heard him laughing, and his laugh brought a smile on your face.

“let me guess, you’re probably a Capricorn, you have that attitude, anger issues too, must be fun”

“if you think that I’ll be offended then you’re incredibly wrong, I am a proud Capricorn”

“yeah obviously lol”

“lemme guess, hmmmmm”

You stared at his face looking for answers, while he gave you a weird smile, you can count all of his teeth.

he seemed like cute asshole, savage, smart but silly, a Taurus? nah he’s not that naughty, or he is?

“damn is it really that hard, I’ll give you a hint, I’m lethal”

“A SCORBIO?????”

“yessssss”

“makes lot of sense to be very honest”

“what do you mean”

Opps he looked offended

“you, love yourself and its obvious”

“aren’t we all supposed to love ourselves? Look if you don’t love yourself enough, no one will love you”

He looked proud

“you talk a lot”

“I know”

“we know”

“you know”

“lee know”

You spent your break with him, it’s a lot of Minho in one day, you need to charge a bit.

The day is finally over damn this was an exhausting one. Walking to your bus with your headphones on listening to same playlist, it startled you when someone pulled on your bag’s belt, you didn’t really appreciate it, you turned around ready to fight but it was just lee know smiling his cute little smile , you removed your earphones because you saw his lips moving but couldn’t hear shit.

“been screaming out your name for hours”

Shit

“oh sorry I’ve had my earphones on”

“yeah I figured”

You walked in silence together to the bus.

“is this our thing now?”

He asked, making no eye contact, which is rare, because he likes to stare right into the eyes, is he nervous?

“what do you mean?”

You asked confused

He had his hands inside his pockets, eyes stuck on his feet.

“oh you know, walking each other to our destinations “

you couldn’t help but laugh at his cuteness, he was shy, nervous too, which is probably why he was avoiding your eyes.

“hmm I guess? “

You said with a smile, he looked satisfied.

You continued walking to the bus, and right before you took the bus steps, he pulled you from your bag’s belt, again, you almost smacked the shit out of him, but then he took the jacket that was hanging from you bag, sneaked his arms around your waist, and tied the jacket’s sleeves around your waist. He took his time tying it perfectly, and you took yours, staring at him, the way his bangs sat on his eyelashes, you feel your body getting warmer, he feels warm too, his hair looked shiny.

You patted him on the head when he finished, mouthing a soft “thank you”

“such a good boy”

With a smirk you said, as he walked next to you trying to find a seat.

“ew shut up you’re embarrassing me”

“OH MY FRIEND IS SUCH A GOOD BOY AWWWW”

He pulled you to set in the last pair of seats before the last row while you were cracking up at how embarrassed and shy he looked, you sat on the chair still laughing, whipping your tears, and something felt off, you turned on your left to check, and he was weirdly quiet, he had his headphones on, you can hear the music, it was -twice’s feel special-

“oh so you’re a twice fan, so typical”

“…”

Now you got it, he’s mad, and ignoring you too, cool, it hasn’t been a day yet and you’ve already managed to make him mad, amazing, your only talent.

“hey”

“…..”

“heyyyyyy”

“…..”

“HEYYYYYYYYY”

People starred at your loud ass but you gave no fuck

But you hear no music now but he’s still acting like he can’t hear you.

“well, guess you don’t wanna come over to rewatch endgame”

You whispered loud enough for him to hear.

You saw with the corner of your eyes how he froze and swore under his breath so you let out a laugh but acted fast as if you didn’t.

But he looked at you and saw your small smile.

And he giggled, so you giggled too.

“I do, want to come over to rewatch endgame”

“oh I know you do”

“cool”

smiling, he’s so cute, like a little baby, gets easily angry and with a candy it’ll be like nothing-

“if you tried to pull shits like this again imma hang you from your foot on the school’s gate”

He whispered at your ear in the sweetest voice ever, it gave you chills.

“boy chill damn “

He seriously scared you, big Scorpio energy.

But then he gave you one of the headphones side, he played breath by lee hi, it’s a long ride till home, and you were tired, the urge to put your head on his shoulder was extreme but you held it in, you kept on yawning, when he took your hand that’s next to him, pulled you a bit closer to him, and pushed your head lightly on his shoulder, while your arm is in his lap, and his arm is in yours, you held tight into it, you gave up and slept.

You were having a nice warm nap, until your nose felt itchy so you opened your left eyes to see a shadow in front of your face, you tried to clear your sight and open both of your eyes, you were blessed with Minho’s face, Minho’s smile to be specific, with his cute teeth, and his beautiful lashes. You saw his lips move but had no idea what he was saying, when the bus stopped you realized it was your stop, so you stood, gathering your stuff.

“see you tomorrow” with sleepy voice you said

You walked to the door, looking at the steps as you get down, the bus driver drove away and then you realized it’s not your stop.

Fuck.

You looked back to see the bus was far away already, but Minho was running to you from the same direction.

When he arrived, he was on the ground dying with laughter.

“-I can’t damn”

He was breathing heavily and laughing at the same time.

You stood there crossing arms waiting for him to stop his bullshit.

“you are DEFINITLY not okay, agh “

He giggled

“you done?”

You asked him is a bored tone, and no he was not, cuz once he looked at you he started laughing again, tearing up too.

So you started walking to your house which wasn’t that far from this stop, and he soon enough started walking with you.

“damn I’m thirsty as fuck” he stated

“I bet you are” you laughed at him

It is your thing, now that you think of it, he walked you everywhere.

“why are you smiling like a fool?”

Were in fact smiling like a fool, but you’d be damned to admit it

“I was not” you denied

“you definitely were”

He said sounding certain

“whatever”

“and by the way”

He stressed

“what moisturizer are you using?”

Wha-

“why are you asking about my moisturizer what th-“

“you’re always glowing like a glazed donut, my dry ass skin would never”

“oh poor you, bae I ain’t using any moisturizer, it’s just my oily ass skin, I use a serum that’s a bit hydrating, skip moisturizer and use sunscreen afterwards”

“I don’t call that oily skin; I call that being a privilege”

He’s not normal, you doubted before but now you’re sure. (now I know, now I know)

The five minutes’ walk you were both chatting and giggling in felt like a one minute walk.

“oh, we’re here”

He said not sounding happy at all.

“c’mon in”

You invited him gesturing with your head towards the door.

“oh- no it’s okay no need to-“

“shut the fuck up and get inside lemme offer you a drink”

You walked to the door waiting for him to follow and you were sure he will.

He did.

You took off you shoes, wore the house slipper and offered him a pair too.

“so, water? Orange juice? Mango juice? Coke? Sprite? fanta-“

“damn do you have own a bar or something? Water please I don’t drink anything else”

“lmao acting all healthy while all you eat is burger king”

“what the heck? How do you know?”

“we ate lunch together stupid, and you spilled all of your secrets”

“oh right “

You shook your head at him and went to bring him a bottle of water from the kitchen.

As you were taking the bottle from the fridge, you glanced to see him looking so awkward, just standing there, which you thought was so cute and adorable but you quickly threw the thought out of the window and hurried to give him the bottle.

“thank you darling”

He said smirking at you.

“I ain’t your darling sweetie”

You smiled at each other, you both have the same sense of humor which is your conversations are never free of jokes and sarcasm.

“thank you for walking me home”

You said almost whispering cuz ew you hate saying cringy things out loud.

“I honestly got off the bus to laugh at your ass”

“yeah right, that’s why you ran all the way, to laugh at me “

“yup, exactly”

He bites his lips holding his smile, barely.

Oh no what’s happening to you…..

It’s been two months since you and Minho became friends, you’ve been hanging out A LOT lately, more than y’all probably should, even your best friend noticed it.

You were both, your best friend and you, in the class before the break period, chatting while the teacher is answering students’ questions.

“I’m REALLY craving pizza”

You whined at her.

“let your new boyfriend buys you some”

“Minho, his name is Minho and he’s not my boyfriend”

You said, getting defensive

“yup sorry, Minho, your boyfriend-to-be”

“stop it before someone hears you”

“hear what?”

‘speak of the devil’ you thought

“hey Minho”

You friend greeted him

“hey Sara how are doing?”

“I’m fine, you?”

Why are they chatting as if they knew each other since forever? This bothered you.

“what do you want Mr.Lee knows everything?”

he’s so used to your rudeness now, nothing affects hi-

shocked by your question, he answered anyway.

“you said you wanted me to join you in your audition”

He said in a new tone that you didn’t like.

“oh right! I always need you by my side in the hardships, my brave and noble knight”

You HAD to fix your attitude because making him sad was NOT an option, you’d rather cut your arm-

“I know how much I mean to you and how much you need me-“

You take it back

“shut the fuck and let us go so I can be the first one in line, bye Sara see you later”

“bye, GOOD LUCK!”

She screamed as you both walked out of the class.

“THANK YOU”

You screamed back

You linked your arms together, yours and his.

It’s a habit now, he’s cozy and you feel so comfortable around him despite the crush.

You arrived to the hall where the audition room is, you were so nervous, shaking and breathing heavily, it was an audition to the school play, you were into acting since you’re a fake ass b-

You loved movies and shows, you loved how with a plot and a scenario, you could live another life, which is you respected actors so much, how they can showcase a whole character and live its life, and how they step out of their own personality and reality.

You were breathing so fast you feel your heartbeat going crazy, when a sudden warmth covered your hands.

It was him.

“hey hey, look at me, breath, inhale, exhale, you’ll do well, you practiced million times, just imagine it’s you and me, just as we practiced, calm down”

You’re far beyond crushing on him now, you are certain, you are deeply in love with him, you couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, he froze for two seconds but soon he wrapped his arms around you, rubbed you back, squeezed you a bit.

“you’ll do well I promise”

“thank you Minho”

You broke the hug and gave him a grateful look.

He slapped your shoulder

“LETZZGOOOOO YOU CAN DO ITTT”

He screamed in the middle of the hall gathering attention.

On other occasion you’d scold him for screaming, but right now, how could you? He’s cheering you up, embarrassing you both in the process, you couldn’t do anything but stare lovingly at him, he’s so precious.

“if I get accepted, I’ll tell you something”

You will, you’ll tell him how you feel about him, even if you don’t pass the auditions, it won’t matter because his support is enough for you.

“I’m going in, wish me luck!”

“GOOD LUCK Y/N YOU GOT THIS”

You knocked the door and got in after hearing the permission to get in.

“you’ve got the support as we can hear” your teacher said.

You laughed in embarrassment, but also in pride.

“show us what you got”

Twenty minutes passed as Minho was waiting for you in the hall, his neck snapped to the door’s direction once he heard it, you finally got out, but he couldn’t read your face, you walked calmly to him, he opened his arms ready to comfort you but you surprised him when you held his face and kissed his left cheek.

You backed away and smiled widely at him.

“REALLY????”

He screamed looking shocked as fuck and you nodded

“YOU GOT IN??????”

“yes”

You said, feeling emotional.

And he took you in his arms lifting you while hugging you tightly.

“omg I’m so proud of you”

He said while brushing your hair with his fingers.

“stop it or I’ll cry”

You hit him on his shoulder.

“put me down now”

You told him but he’s still holding you.

“shhhhhh lemme embrace and appreciate you a bit”

Your heart is racing tt might jump out of its place.

“I have something important to tell you Minho”

He heard your serious tone and got you on your legs but he still got his hands around you.

“so,”

You started, while he was staring at you in anticipation.

“we’ve been friends for almost two months, right?”

You stated without actually really asking.

“and I-“

“two months and two days to be specific”

He added before you finish and you laughed at his usual habit of stating facts in unusual times.

“yes, friends for two months and two days, and I really found myself, like, really, you know?”

No he did not know, he was staring at you with his eyebrows raised making you even more nervous.

“go on you’re doing amazing sweetie”

He comforted you while squeezing your waist a bit to relax and continue.

“so basically, I am soooooooooo attracted to you, I really never thought that I’d-“

“oh….”

He interrupted you again but this time you weren’t sure you wanted to continue.

“….”

He kept staring at you, and you can’t read his face, it’s the face he makes when he spaces out and starts thinking, thinking in what? No one knows.

“why did you stop? Continue!”

He pulled you even closer and his expression has totally changed, to a playful one, with his cute smirk, so you smiled at him while putting your arms on his shoulders, getting cozier, the both of you.

“hmmm?”

He hummed, tilting his head to the side while smiling at you.

“the point is, I really like you, like a lot”

You finally said it, sighing because damn that was tough.

“oh y\n”

He sighed too, but with a smile.

“I’d kiss you if we weren’t in the middle of the hall-“

You cut him off by jumping to peck at his beautiful lips.

His expression was priceless, his eyes were wide and his mouth stayed at the position.

“this works too, I guess”

He giggled his cute giggle that gives you a stroke, and looked around avoiding eye contact.

“lee Minho are you SHY????” you screamed.

He shook you in his embrace acting like he’s mad and will kill you.

“but you didn’t tell me if you like me too….”

You said after realizing.

“wait- so you don’t really know?”

He said with pure shook on his face.

“know what?”

“I thought you already know that I liked you, wasn’t I being obvious?”

Oh, he likes you too…

“no, I didn’t know, I was too immersed in my own crush to notice your feelings, sorry”

You replied while playing with the hair on his neck KNOWING he’s sensitive in this area so you laughed at his reaction, he cringed with closed eyes.

“stop it”

He whined with the tinniest voice ever.

“I’d kiss the shit out of you if we weren’t in the hall-“

You said, this time, but he was the one that kissed you, deeply this time, with passion, he KISSED YOU!!!

He backed off with a satisfied expression, while you were still lost in your own feeling, you felt like your soul was leaving your body in the best way possible.

“I think we should go get our lunch before it gets crowded in the cafeteria”

You said to finally change the situation, so you linked your arms and started walking towards the cafeteria, as usual, no major changes, comfortable you were, and he’s still the same Minho.

(I hope you liked it, tell me what you think)

#lee know #lee know fluff #lino fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids #lee minho

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I’m finally back with another chapter! In this installment, Recap meets the scary gamer girl!

Borrowed Family

Chapter 7

“Okay, are you sure you’re ready? Do we need to go over the plan again? It’s not too late to back out, we can think of something else.”

Dib was more nervous than I was about this whole doll clothes heist thing. I couldn’t blame him, though. From what he told me about Gaz, she did sound pretty scary. But I was ready. I was gonna go on my first borrowing mission, and I was gonna be great at it!

“I’m ready! Let’s go!”

He let out a sigh as he brought me over to Gaz’s bedroom door, then put me down on the floor.

“Okay, she’s downstairs right now, and the plushies won’t activate unless she’s here. I still wouldn’t touch any of them, just to be safe. All you gotta do is get the clothes and get out of there as fast as you can. I’ll be out here keeping watch.”

“I’ve got this, Dib! Trust me!”

With that, I ran inside the dark and spooky bedroom. There seemed to be a bit of a running theme going with the decorations. Lots of skulls, and pigs, and posters with scary-looking creatures on them.

I crept around the room, searching for the doll clothes. Soon enough, I found a plastic bin full of tiny clothing. And just like Dib said, it looked like it could fit me. Not perfectly, but good enough!

I couldn’t take all of them, so I just dug through and picked out a few favorites. Of course, I had to take the little coat that kinda looked like Dib’s, and just ONE of the goth dresses! Not really sure how well I pull the look off, but it’s cool.

I was about to leave with the clothes, but I stopped when I heard footsteps approaching. Dib glanced into the room to check on me, but then turned his attention to the person in the hallway.

“Son, what are you doing? You know your sister doesn’t like it when you snoop through her room.”

“Ah- no, I wasn’t-“

“No need to worry about it, I won’t tell her. But, there is something I wanted to show you. Come along.”

All I could do was watch as Dib’s dad dragged him down the hall. I wasn’t sure whether to stay put or head back to his room on my own. It would probably be safer to wait, but I had no idea how long it would take him to get away from his dad, and there was no telling when Gaz would show up. So, I decided to make a run for it.

My little legs can only go so fast, though, so even as I ran, It still took a while for me to get to the doorway.

Just as I was about to head for Dib’s room, I heard footsteps again, and when I turned to see who it was, my eyes were met with Gaz.

I didn’t want to wait around and find out if she saw me or not, so I darted back into the room and hid in the shadows of the nearest corner.

I held my breath when she entered the room. All humans are scary, but there was something about her that was extra intimidating.

She walked further into the room, and it was then that I realized that I sort of left a mess when I was gathering the doll clothes. And she noticed right away.

“Dib…” She scowled, looking around for him. “I know you’re in here. Get out before I force you out.”

While she was clearly angry, Gaz was also trying to remain calm. But for some reason, that was still terrifying.

“This is your last chance, Dib. Show yourself!”

I pulled my hood over my head and curled up into a ball. I didn’t think she’d be able to find me, but I didn’t wanna take my chances.

But, it turns out she didn’t need to find me.

“SECURITY!!!”

All of the creepy plushies in the room sprang to life, with robotic limbs bursting out of them. They jumped off their shelves and started to prowl around the room, searching.

Before I could fully react, a plush tail wrapped around me and pulled me out into the open. I let out a scream as I saw the head of a rattlesnake hissing above me, its sharp metal fangs ready to strike.

A shadow fell over me, and I turned my attention to Gaz, who was looking down at me in confusion.

“You’re not Dib.”

“N-No… No I’m not!”

She snapped her fingers.

“Release the kid.”

The snake let me go, and all the plushies went back on their shelves and took on their regular appearances. It was freaky how quickly they could change back and forth like that.

I started to run again, but Gaz grabbed me and lifted me off the floor.

“Hold it! I’m not done with you yet. What are you? What are you doing in my room? And why are you stealing my doll clothes?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just went with what I thought would make her less likely to kill me.

“I-I’m Dib’s friend! And I was just borrowing! I’m a borrower, that’s kinda what I do!”

She stopped to think for a second, then shook her head.

“You do realize borrowing involves asking the person for permission first, right?”

“I’m sorry! D-Dib said you-“

“Ugh… I see, he put you up to this. Typical.”

She put me back down on the floor and backed up.

“You’re free to go, kid. Just don’t let this happen again. Now, where’s Dib?”

As if on cue, Dib came running into the room, looking out of breath.

“Recap, I’m here! I’m sorry, my dad was giving me a lecture and it was so BORING! C’mon, let’s go before Gaz- OH MY GOD!!!”

He looked back and forth between the two of us, clearly panicking.

“Gaz, I can explain! Please don’t hurt them, this was all my idea!”

“Yeah. Figured that much out already.” Gaz said with a scoff. “You should’ve just asked me if you needed doll clothes.”

Dib let out a defeated sigh.

“You’re right… Just, please don’t tell anyone about Recap, okay? They’re just a kid, and they need a place to stay.”

Gaz shook her head. “You really think I’m gonna tell people? I hate people, you know that. And anyway, this is none of my business. Just stay out of my room and don’t make them steal stuff from me again. Simple.”

Dib nodded, then scooped me up in his hands. He immediately pulled me close to his chest, and I could actually feel how fast his heart was beating. He was clearly even more shaken by this than I was.

“It’s okay, Dib. I’m alright.”

I turned to look back at Gaz, and her expression softened slightly. I could tell that even though she acted mean and scary, deep down she was a good person.

We returned to Dib’s room, and he set me down and took out the miniature furniture we got from the craft store. After everything was all set up, it was like I had my own little room on his desk.

“I know it’s not much, but I really hope this helps you feel more comfortable. It must be off-putting when everything’s so much bigger than you, so I imagine having stuff that’s suitable for your size is helpful.”

With that in mind, I plopped myself down on my bed. Yes… my new bed… in my new home… wow…

But everything was gonna be okay. I had a human, one of the most dangerous creatures for a borrower to face, that was willing to take care of me. This was the safest I could possibly be. And yet, it still felt wrong. This went against everything I’d ever been taught.

“Alright, after that stressful situation, we should do something more relaxed. Maybe watch a movie? Do borrowers have movies? Does anything I say make sense?”

I chuckled. “You’re good! I’ve heard of movies, but we don’t really watch them, since we don’t have TVs. But I’ll totally watch one with you! That sounds cool!”

Dib smiled and pulled up a movie on his computer, and I sat and watched the giant screen from my bed. It was about spaceships or something. I dunno, I couldn’t really follow the plot, but there were lots of explosions and it was really cool!

After the movie, it was about time for dinner, so he went downstairs to get food for us again.

He came back with a plate of spaghetti and let out a little laugh.

“It’s a good thing we got you those utensils, ‘cause this would be kinda messy to eat with your hands.”

Yep, he definitely had a point there. Having my own fork and knife allowed me to cut my noodles into little pieces. It was still messy, but at least I wasn’t getting sauce all over my arms.

By the end of the night, I was feeling a lot better. I actually managed to get a decent night’s sleep without any nightmares. Maybe being in an actual bed again helped. Or… maybe it was knowing that I had someone who truly cared for me.

#giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #invader zim #borrowed family

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riahlynn101 · 1 year

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"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (10).

Chapter Ten

See, another key thing they don’t tell you about working here is the animatronics. If they don’t like you (and how a robot can like or not like someone is beyond her), you won’t last long. The programmers took notes from the past lines of Fazbear robots, tweaked them and made them the closest thing to sentient.

Some of the new hires don’t believe this. They take it upon themselves to mess with the animatronics.

Those people never last long.

But Vanessa has the special circumstance of seeing the animatronics after everyone else has gone home. Creepy as that can be, it means she’s built up a repertoire with the band.

“Officer Vanessa!” Freddy greets, throwing a comically large paw out for her to shake. “Long time, no see.”

John remains frozen. It’s not often the leader of the Fazband and mascot of the entire company randomly talks to the workers.

“How’s it going, Freddy?”

“Busy. I’ve hardly had time to use a charging station.”

Vanessa shakes her head, tsking sympathetically at the large bear’s plight. “Try not to work so hard.”

“Will do,” he laughs.

She laughs as well, turning to leave. “Well, I’ll just be going then.”

“Okay, nice seeing you.”

-x-x-x-

“I need to file a missing person’s case,” a man says, voice trembling.

The receptionist takes in the man’s distressed demeanor, rumpled clothes, and untidy hair, and is instantly reminded of all the crazies that waltz through the police station’s doors. Occasionally one of them will try to report a family member missing that either, a, wants nothing to do with them, or b, never existed in the first place. It’s not common but it does happen.

She should feel bad, but she doesn’t.

The man leans on the desk. He has to be in his early to mid forties with chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes. Not exactly a sight for sore eyes, and she’s kind of bored. May as well hear him out.

“What’s your relation to the missing person?”

“I’m his father.”

She opens up the necessary program, typing up the report for an officer to look over. “Okay, you’re his…” her nails tap against the keyboard, “...father. Great! I’m going to give you this to fill out.” Rifling through the contents of her desk drawer, she pulls out a small packet.

She hands it over, along with a pen and a clipboard. “Fill this out and bring it back when you’re done. We also require a birth certificate from the missing person and an ID from the person filing the report. And a current photo of the missing person.”

Dejectedly, the man reaches for the paperwork. “Okay,” he says, turning from the desk.

Looking back over the report, the receptionist almost slaps herself. How had she forgotten?

“Sir?” She calls.

“Yes?”

“Ah, name of the missing person?”

The man stares down at the paperwork. He makes no move to answer the question.

“Sir-”

“Gregory,” he finally answers, obviously on the verge of tears. “My son’s name is Gregory.”

“Okay…Gregory. Last name?” She asks, annoyed.

The man doesn’t answer her, choosing instead to focus on the paperwork.

God, she hates customer service.

-x-x-x-

Completely oblivious to all of this, stuck in the daycare, Gregory babbles happily to his new friends. More kids come in, filling the daycare. They scream and screech, hurting his ears.

“They’re loud,” Xander says, pressing his paint-covered fingers against the construction paper.

Sarah nods. “Yeah.”

“I wish they’d shut up,” Makayla remarks, pouring a healthy amount of glitter onto her own paper.

Xander gasps, as does Sarah. Gregory copies them. They’re older and seem to know everything.

“‘Kayla! Bad word!” Sarah shouts.

“Agh! Sorry! Don’t tell Mister Sun, please,” she begs. “I won’t get a sticker, and I’m so close to getting a prize from the toybox.”

Gregory focuses on his own craft, using his friends’ arguing as background noise. It’s a coloring page of the Fazband. They all seem so cool. He hopes Momma Nessa and Papa Luis let him see them. All the other kids have.

He scribbles in the image with a dull, blue crayon. A shrill bell rings out, signaling the main door being opened. According to his friends, that really only happens when someone’s getting picked up or dropped off.

Gregory looks up from his coloring page. Near the door, a brown-haired man is kneeling down, arms out. A little boy, a little older than Gregory himself, runs to him. They embrace, and the man stands up, whirling the little boy around.

“Gregory,” a deep voice croons, fondly.

His eyes flutter open. Standing over his crib is-

“Da,” Gregory babbles. A warm sort of feeling floods his tiny chest. He can’t do more than smile and babble up at the man, but that always seems to be more than enough.

Large hands-warm hands-scoop him up. He’s held against his father’s chest. His dad turns in a slow circle. Gregory loves when his dad does that-loves the weightless feeling that follows.

His dad laughs. It’s a nice sound, and it makes Gregory feel safe and loved. “I love you so much. I hope you always remember that.”

A sharp pain in his side has Gregory turning back towards the group. Sarah pokes him again. “You okay?”

Hearing the door close, he nods. “Mhm, now I am.”

-x-x-x-

A perk of working behind the scenes is that Luis is granted a little more freedom than other workers. Exhibit a: currently, he’s scrolling through the nearby towns’ missing persons cases.

There are countless. Kidnapped children, runaways, and everything in between.

But none of them match Gregory’s description.

He refreshes the page once more, trying to see if anything will change. The internet is slow, especially during peak hours. “C’mon, c’mon,” he urges his laptop.

“Luis?” His manager asks, voice still a little ways off. “Luis!”

Panic seizes him. Luis looks between the door to the I.T. office and his laptop and back again. Doing the most normal thing he can think to do, Luis closes his laptop and shoves it in his bag. Just in time too, because not a second later his manager is bursting through the door like a less cool version of the kool-aid man.

“Aha! Caught ya!”

Luis stares up at his manager, face impassive. He’s slouched over, elbow propped up by the computer desk.

They stare at each other for a solid minute before his manager starts cracking up. “Aha! You should have seen your face.” He mimics a stunned expression. Wiping a tear from his eye, he continues on, “anyways, you can go home. You’re already at forty hours, and you know how corporate is about giving overtime.”

Slowly, Luis feels himself calm down. Vanessa and Gregory were still safe.

He forces a laugh. “I sure do. Thank you, Paul. I’ll start packing up.”

His manager grunts, leaving the tiny office.

Packing up his supplies and shutting down any other equipment he had been using, Luis can’t help but feel grateful for the shortened day.

More time for research.

#fnaf vanessa #fnaf au #fnaf #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #fnaf luis #of headaches and heartaches #cross posted on ao3

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this story is…the secondary project! it’s been long story….

How lizzy met the twin (Kyle and L3)

*walking at city* -lizzy

man….why can’t accept new friends? *sigh* i need new friend… -lizzy

Huh? *looking at cafe is…is Kyle and L3!* -lizzy

*gasp* finally! I found! hmmm…what should do? *he’s think* aha! i have better plans! -lizzy

Hey…i taste like…coffee with milk isn’t taste? Brother? -kyle

Hahaha! i like it! this coffee is really good! -L3

Yea…well…i see *sip* so? do wants leave at cafe? -kyle

Yeah, yeah…let go leave at cafe -L3

Eek! *getting hide and spying* -lizzy

hmm? Who that…? -kyle

WHAT?! you means…..the stranger?! -L3

i…don’t kno- -kyle

*getting scared with Kyle and L3* HEY! ahem! hey guys! -lizzy

AH! you…scary me. -kyle

oh- umm oh! s-sorry! um…my name is…lizzy uhhh…nice to meet you! -lizzy

Hi….lizzy I’m kyle and this is L3 he’s is my brother. -kyle

hi Kyle and L3! haha…right! okay…so…do…uhh unmm…you….ACK! accept….ummm…friends? Now? hehe…*getting worried at kyle and L3* -lizzy

*breathe and very LOUD EXTREMELY BREATHE* YOU ARE UGLY!!! -L3

W-wha? -lizzy

BECAUSE, YOUR EYES ARE CREEPY!

m-my eyes? what do you mean??? -lizzy

RAAAAAAAAH!!! THAT IT! NO ACCEPT FRIENDS! NO SEVERE! *started kicking at lizzy in sky* -L3

NOOOOOOOOOO! I JUST WAAAAAANNTTT!! A FRRRIIIIIIEEEENDD!!!! *well he’s gone lol* -lizzy

*breathe again but he’s SO MAD lol.* -L3

Brother? -kyle

yes? -L3

Why…why getting bullied at lizzy? -kyle

WHAT?! I DID?! IM NOT BULLY! -L3

*facepalm* really? you lying. -kyle

WHY??? IS JUST UGLY THIS PERSON!!!!

apologies to lizzy. Now. -kyle

Ugh! FINE! -L3

*whistle* -lettuce

*falling at ground* ow. -lizzy

OH GOLLY! Lizzie! Are you okay?! -lettuce

brother, am okay…! -lizzy

Oh my god, thank goodness. wait….what happened?! -lettuce

the twin doesn’t like you… :( -lizzy

AND MY EYES IS CREEPY AND UGLY! *small sobs* -lizzy

Oh….your eyes are not ugly but…i don’t want fix your eyes…right? -lettuce

But….don’t worry you new glasses! :) -lettuce

w-what is glasses? -lizzy

glasses, known as eyeglasses or spectacles like nerd. -lettuce

oh…to gift a glasses? -lizzy

that right! ima going new glasses by the way! *he’s going to new glasses* -lettuce

*later….*

Psst, hey. -lettuce

what? -lizzy

i have surprises for you! :) -lettuce

what is this? -lizzy

the gift. -lettuce

what the gift? -lizzy

Gift of your glasses! Come on! open your the gift! -lettuce

okay. *open the gift and surprise* -lizzy

*gasp* a green glasses?! for…me? -lizzy

Yes! Go ahead and wear it! -lettuce

o-oh you right! *wear his new glasses* so…isn’t seeing it? -lizzy

Looking you yourself. *look lizzy’s face at mirror*

*long gasp* is….beautiful??? right? -lizzy

Yes! is beautiful! your glasses are…nerd haha! -lettuce

thank you brother! -lizzy

no problem Lizzie. -lettuce

Hm? *gasp* OH LOOK! holy golly! a person! -lettuce

W-wha? -lizzy

i told you, he is innocent but wh- um? hey. Who are you? -kyle

hihihihi!!!!! I’m lettuce and this my brother is lizzy! -lettuce

You….you have twin BROTHER?! -kyle

yup! -lettuce

oh…I like the the twin brothers we siblings together. -kyle

*nobs* yeah. i have one brother. -lettuce

Lizzie, come on! don’t be afraid! -lettuce

M-me? THIS PERSON TRYING KICK ME!!! -lizzy

man, ralax! is okay! -lettuce

*sighs* ok. -lizzy

h-hey! Guys. I….do you want….accept friends??? -lizzy

Hmmmm, yes, of course! -kyle

Yay! -lizzy

oh, nice glasses how get form? -kyle

i was gift for my brother. like….we are nerd now. -lizzy

cool and awesome. -kyle

hey man, I’m sorry to kick you. -L3

don’t worry! is okay! always no more kicking please.

Yeah, thank. -L3

so….do want join us? -lettuce

sure, am very stranded! Right brother? -kyle

*sigh* fine. -L3

the twin has joined with lizzy and lettuce has new friends also and baioretto. she’s is very busy.

(end of story)

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No offence but wtf is Al-Nassr 😭 big names playing in these clubs is always so fucking funny. Suarez in an Uruguayan club makes sense since it's his home country, but others??? Also whenever they go to the USA 🔪 I'm looking at you Zlatan. Changed football into soccer real quick ajishshahsjahshsgsgs and now we have this 🙉

It's sad to see top players go for the money, but they're often treated like shit towards the end of their careers so I'm not shocked

Hahahhahah thanxx Baek. My birthday was boring, I had to work then went out, but nothing crazy. I don't like celebrating my birthday actually. I almost got the Pope, damn was a but late. Why are people dropping dead at the end of the year. Ok but get this, my British friend killed Liz and her sister killed Phillip hsyuahsjsjahagsgshha

Speaking of hockey when I used to attend the games sometimes the puck would fly and we had to avoid being hit. But I actually "caught" two and they let me have them, so that's cool

Yes I watched the FRA-ITA final with my grandfather. At that time we didn't know what happened so people were like "Zizou????" Ah wait I messed up the link

Mourinho meme material for sure akshusyshsbhshash sometimes you wanna slap him, sometimes you can't stop laughing at him. Sometimes it's both

Exo's not making it easy for you all </333 SM you're getting stabbed

It seems Edenary wanted to mix a lot of their songs, Answer, Inception, HH, Wonderland, Guerrilla, Ktinys compared Halazia to all of them, hahaha But I wish it was less autotuned, just more majestic and dramatic. As long as they don't release another Paradgim I'll be content, but I miss their older songs tbh </3 San was struggling in the video, damn rip! (Hopefully he didn't die)

The popping in the choreo is insane also Hwa is giving Tomoe... O_O definitely need a fic with this look and vibe, fire bender Hwa? Prophet Hwa?

More and more people bring the topic of Seonghwa being excluded, it's not that serious, but certainly annoying, sad many people ignore it, cause he's popular enough... Ngl I didn't know that Post Malone song before and I don't like it ajshishsjsjsjdhhs, but Seonghwa should get a chance for real :(

Okay the hair is fine! Why did he send us into panic mode for no reason 🔪 I think his scalp doesn't look too bad actually, could've been worse 😭 Yeosang's hair ❤❤❤❤

God, guess who's gonna be the next token gg. Baby Monster though what a name 💀 and fuck you YG you creepy ugly ass

Antoine?!?! Okay pop off I guess, also I'M LOSING IT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

Oooohhhhh hahahahahaha anyways 😵 Hands... pretty

Thankfully he's also a cat!

Also I'm gonna die if this is true 😭❤🥰 but it's highly likely, did Ryan film down the street???

I can't do this this is sick 😭😭😭😭

I got LAZINESS on that quiz, it said I feel connected to cats akdyaigsjasnshsguaja

Happy NY Baeksy! - DV 💖

hi hello!!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 al-nassr lower than the farmers league 😭 no literally it’s so funny and the ppl who make memes about it have me cRYING,,, FBWMFBWKHDKCJC STOP THE PLOT ACTUALLY LOOKS INTERESTING,, see zlatan’s personality makes me forgive that he went to LA <33

It's sad to see top players go for the money, but they're often treated like shit towards the end of their careers so I'm not shocked

no yeah good for ronaldo bro secured the bag but paid a hefty price,,, plus its only for 2 years mayhaps somethings will change 😭😭 but glad he didn’t go kansas city 😭😭

wELL I HOPE U HAD FUN EITHER WAY, calm birthdays with no celebration but just the presence of u >>> ALMOST GOT THE POPE,,, december 31st is like the grim reaper, every year it waits for it’s best victim and snatches them actually,,, LMFAOOOO NO WAY????? ICBWKCKCKC WHAT A COINCIDENCE that would actually be such a big flex tbh

Oh jesus, I got hit with a tennis ball once, had a bump on the top of my head like in cartoons 😭😭😭😭 so I feel your brother. My friend took a golf ball to the eye. No joke some middle school girls were acting like Pepe or maybe he's acting like them 🔪 I had my moments as well, but jfc ///// Speaking of hockey when I used to attend the games sometimes the puck would fly and we had to avoid being hit. But I actually "caught" two and they let me have them, so that's cool

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 NOT THE BUMP i will assume it’s like this forever now

A GOLF BALL??? WHAT IS GOING ON 😭😭😭 no bc ur so right, why are ppl so aggressive in PE chill it’s JUST PE STOP ACTING LIKE PEPE,,, my theory is that PE is derived from PEPE 🤚🏻 u ever think pepe can win a wrestling match,,, i still think about how that moroccan player kissed pepe’s head bc they missed a pen 😭😭 U CAUGHT THEM?? ANON THATS UR MAIN CHARACTER MOMENT

Yes I watched the FRA-ITA final with my grandfather. At that time we didn't know what happened so people were like "Zizou????" Ah wait I messed up the link ///// Mourinho meme material for sure akshusyshsbhshash sometimes you wanna slap him, sometimes you can't stop laughing at him. Sometimes it's both

my dad still talks about it every time he spots zidane and just points at him “I KNOW YOU??” what a legend tbh,,, but the italian player had it coming, zidane didnt lose his honour <3 LMFAOOOO STOP FBWKBDWK ITS THE WAY ID GET PISSED AT THEM IN THE PAST FOR DOIKG THAT DO BARCA PLAYERS BTT UT NOW ITS JIST SO FUNNY 😭😭 the way neymar has more red cards than pepe is unbelievable actually,,,, the comment “When Ramos and Pepe were on the line up the other teams doctors were more prepared then the team” 😭😭😭😭 seriously what a duo they are,,, NO SERIOUSLY BUT HES SO FUNNY MY ANGER JUST WHOOSHES AWAY this one esp the smile he has on 😭😭😭

Exo's not making it easy for you all </333 SM you're getting stabbed /// It seems Edenary wanted to mix a lot of their songs, Answer, Inception, HH, Wonderland, Guerrilla, Ktinys compared Halazia to all of them, hahaha But I wish it was less autotuned, just more majestic and dramatic. As long as they don't release another Paradgim I'll be content, but I miss their older songs tbh </3 San was struggling in the video, damn rip! (Hopefully he didn't die)

exo not making it easy, BUT FINALLY GETTING THE EXOTEEZ CRUMBS

bestie SM IS GETTING STABBED BC SUPERM CB???? if we manifested this, then the red light is tvxq and it better be max 🔫🔫,,, wait u are right, it does seem like they mixed them all together! no wonder!! right! lesser autotune would’ve let their vocals shine, it rly wouldve been majestic fantasy sound tbh,,, gonna also be that fan and say i miss their old songs as well,, something with a mix of inception answer and all,,, fever pt1 after went a little 📉📈 in my personal humble opinion <3 tho their bsides have def improved alot!

The popping in the choreo is insane also Hwa is giving Tomoe... O_O definitely need a fic with this look and vibe, fire bender Hwa? Prophet Hwa?

u did not just say that..

yeah, it’s def a topic that should be discussed about but the WAY it is being discussed is annoying 🔫🔫 IM GONNA PRETEND I HAVE NRVER SEEN THAT SENTENCE 🔫🔫 he should! need him in the pretty boy group collab 😭😭 juyeon hyunjin hwa <3 a NEED

Okay the hair is fine! Why did he send us into panic mode for no reason 🔪 I think his scalp doesn't look too bad actually, could've been worse 😭 Yeosang's hair ❤❤❤❤ //// God, guess who's gonna be the next token gg. Baby Monster though what a name 💀 and fuck you YG you creepy ugly ass

bro looks like einstein 😭😭😭 little nerdy genius guy <33 bestie now….hopefully he dyes his hair bc the euro tour hwa CANNOT BE BLOND !!!!!! if u can’t experience it no one can 🤚🏻no cause baby monster,,, and the girlies are aged 2002-2010🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ YEOSANGS HAIR 🤚🏻🤚🏻 THE BEST ITS BEEN IN A WHILE

Antoine?!?! Okay pop off I guess, also I'M LOSING IT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY //// Oooohhhhh hahahahahaha anyways 😵 Hands... pretty

NO CAUSE RHWKDHWKDHWKHDKW WHAT HAPPENED IT SENDS ME neymar’s influence 😭😭

bro can’t believe it 😭😭😭 HE JUST SAT THERE AND I WAS LIKE ???? UR NOT GONNA CELEBRATE??? 😭😭😭 also 😭😭😭 he just kept sliding,, all the way back to brazil fvdbvdd also 😶😶 psg loosing their match for the first time coincidentally the day where their main players aren’t there <3 guess mbappe isn’t the one who carries the team <3 but tbh psg are 🔫🔫 them not letting players go to brazil for pele’s funeral 🔫

and?? 😭😭😭 a NUMBER! OVER A NUMBER

Thankfully he's also a cat! ///// Also I'm gonna die if this is true 😭❤🥰 but it's highly likely, did Ryan film down the street???

JDVWKDHSK THE WAY HES LOOKING 😭😭😭 WAIT?????? NO WAY???? SKZ WORLD DOMINATION WTF,,, he did actually 😭😭 and now it’s percy jackson’s filming!

I can't do this this is sick 😭😭😭😭 /// I got LAZINESS on that quiz, it said I feel connected to cats akdyaigsjasnshsguaja /// Happy NY Baeksy! - DV 💖

no bc imagine what he must be feeling 😭😭 his career is really so spontaneous i wonder if he’s tired 😭😭,,, but… anon ur getting laziness im getting sadness <3 happy new year to you tooo!!!! hope u get to see ateez this year!!!! <33

he saved me actually

AND THIS! THIS! THIS!!!!

DO U REMEMBER THIS FHWKFHWK

aND IU AND LEE JONG SUK???? WE WON???

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology…

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain…

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs!

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself…

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest...

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either…

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Could I get the dorm leader’s reactions to a fem!S/O who punched a student because he was being creepy towards her?

Dorm Leaders + MC Punching Someone

Credits to my precious wife The Miss; I have never punched someone and my wife teaches and does self defense and martial arts, so she helped me out greatly. Work is cut for length purposes.

Warnings: creepy behaviour from NPC students, protective behaviour dorm leaders

Malleus Draconia

Malleus knew it was moments after your last class finished, so why were you late?

Sebek quickly noticed his master, and said that the teacher called for you

He wasted no time rushing to the teacher's room, only for it to be empty…

"I have nothing to do with you!"

He heard your voice, rushing to the source. You were in the gardens with another annoying student…

Unknowingly, he gathered his magic at his fingertips, ready to attack

CRACK!

Your lover witnessed you sucker punch that student right in the nose

What was this? That child of man was deadlier than he thought… and the thought thrilled him

The student scurried away, with a bleeding nose and that was when Malleus revealed himself

He watched as his YN shifted to her timid self once more. Maybe she was embarrassed?

"I witnessed all of it," He said. "My little treasure… you're quite the silent fierce type aren't you?"

You accepted Malleus taking you in his arms. You snuggled into his shoulders, knowing no one was there. "Only to people who annoy me. I'd never do that to you."

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, enjoying this moment with you. "As much as I witnessed how capable you were YN, if those punches ever graze your skin, I might not hesitate to skin them…"

You smacked Malleus playfully. "I swear, I can be safe."

Malleus overall was thrilled every time you showed any display of your strength, although you were quite docile with him so he'd have to sneak around to see you pummel some worthless students

Riddle Rosehearts

He was severely upset that your absence caused his unbirthday party to be delayed

He asked for Ace and Deuce to search for you, but he himself found you near the school labs

Oh, how his blood boiled seeing that it was a Heartsyabul student approaching you…

He was about to approach the student and call him off for his rude remarks, but he didn't expect what was coming next

You punched the much taller student in the stomach, and the student hurled over in pain

"You… You-!"

"I dare you to continue that sentence…" Riddle said, stepping out and standing next to you

He shamelessly brought your knuckles to his lips, "Did you bruise your knuckles my Queen?"

The student tried to run away, but Riddle was quicker to respond

"Off With Your Head."

He would certainly have fun punishing the ignorant student later, but for now he had to tend to you

"I never knew you could do that," He admitted, escorting you back to the location of the unbirthday party. "I'm quite surprised."

You shook your head, feeling a bit shy that Riddle of all people was praising you so. "It's self defense. I'm not one to go around punching people…"

Riddle after having knowledge of your skills wouldn't be afraid to leave you alone, and he'd have his little fantasy of you teaching him some physical defense… With you two being close… He can dream can't he?

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim had you seated next to him during one of Scarabia's parties, enjoying the festivities

Jamil had come over, asking you to excuse your boyfriend as other guests had arrived and were awaiting the host of the events

Kalim greeted the guests, although his voice was slightly strained since all he could think about was getting back to you

As he let the guests roam around, he took one glance at where you were supposed to be…

And saw the view of someone chatting you up…

Well, as the charismatic host he is, he has to put this student in his place-

CRASH!

The student fell onto a small table of snacks after you punched that student from getting too close

"I said," You poured the remaining of your drink on his head. "I don't want to be bothered."

Kalim's jaw dropped at the entire scene, and in his heart he might've been a little afraid of you

As he turned to Jamil, Jamil shook his head. "I didn't teach her that."

After the other servants cleaned the mess up, Kalim approach you cautiously. Giving you a hug from behind

He was relieved feeling your shoulders relax, but he had to make sure…

"YN… Would you punch me if I ever upset you?"

You quickly faced Kalim, holding his face in your hands, shaking your head. "No I won't. That guy was just being annoying…" You gave him a cheeky peck on his jaw. "And how could I ruin this adorable face?"

Kalim didn't mind you punching whoever annoyed you, but he was very impressed that it had gotten to the point where if someone bothered you, Kalim would be on the sidelines cheering at you

Azul Ashengrotto

As the dorm leader who runs the Mostro Lounge, Azul and the Leech twins would be typically busy with the constant rush of customers

In this instance he was grateful that you were willing to help out with the rush hours

He had you and the twins busy taking orders as he organised his contracts

There shouldn't be any troublesome patrons, or that's what he thought…

"Hey! Pretty waitress, why don't you sit with us? I'll buy you a drink!" Some sleazy customer hollered at you

You tried to ignore the students, continuing your duties. Floyd and Jade were too busy to kick them out, but you thought that they could be dealt with later…

From his view, Azul could only watch in disgust as the student dared to pull you to him

Before the student could put his hands on you, you swiped a clean punch across his face

The moment that happened, Azul couldn't help but laugh

The clique of the knocked out student scrambled out, intimidated by the creepy auras the twins emitted, and the way the Lounge owner's eyes pierced their core

You held your wrist in your hand, shaking off the slight pain. Jade and Floyd quickly escorted you to Azul's office area, and Jade even gave you a pat on the head for a job well done

Azul couldn't help himself from hugging you tight, showering you in praises and kissing your hand even though you insisted you weren't seriously injured

"My Angelfish… I should hire you for the Lounge's security instead," He joked, sitting next to you. "Actually… Do as you like! I get quite entertained with that fiery look in your eyes when you do get a hit or two!"

Long story short, you instead worked closely with Azul as a pseudo-bodyguard

Idia Shroud

Idia enjoyed his quiet time, especially quiet time with you, Ortho and video games

He didn't usually go outside, but he would always walk with you after class since you always calmed his nerves

Sometimes, if he was bold enough, he'd ask to walk hand in hand with you after a school day

At times, you could hear the gossip of some students, particularly about Idia…

On one day, Idia had to meet up with Azul due to club work. You decided to meet up with Ortho while waiting for Idia, since Idia wanted to continue his game's story mode with you

Idia quickly finished his business, but as he exited the room, he couldn't help but eavesdrop an interesting conversation…

"Why don't you hang out with us instead of that shut-in of a dorm leader?"

His attention was on the group of boys talking to you, closing in on you

He was caught off guard as you punched the leader square in the nose

"That's for insulting my boyfriend."

Idia had to admit that he got excited over you being so cool! It's like you're the protagonist that rescues the archmage-

Wait… That means that he's the archmage…

After scaring away the group away, Idia ran up to you, hugging you. His jacket covered you both, as you looked up at Idia…

"YN… Thank you…"

Leona Kingscholar

Leona always invites you to laze around, so when you were late, he got irritated

He was competent enough to memorise your schedule, so he knew where you would most likely be

He made his presence known, although he didn't care about the other students in his way

His ears perked up hearing your voice. Why were you in the labs?

He peaked inside to see some boys corner you. Ah… Some students that don't know their place…

"C'mon! Just one date and then you can go to that lion boy toy of yours!"

Oh… Now he was ticked off…

Before he could make a grand entrance, he heard a thud

The student hurled over in pain, clutching his lower half and gasping for air…

Oh… so the little herbivore punched him there…

He couldn't help but laugh, kicking the door open. You immediately went to his side, huffing away from those rude students

As Leona escorted you to his room, he mischievously called you out on it, "I didn't take you for one to go for the crown jewels… You gotta sanitise your hands before touching my sheets though."

You poked Leona's cheek, stopping him from teasing you, "And you, Leona, I might kick yours instead if you don't stop teasing me!"

You yelped, being carried by him. "No can do YN~"

Vil Schoenheit

Vil wondered why you didn't come find him after classes. You'd usually have some afternoon tea with him

He didn't think you'd skip out on purpose, so he commanded Rook to search for you

He also walked around, asking the students in your year whether they saw you or not

He grew anxious, quickening his pace until he heard your voice-

"I don't have anything to do with you, so stop it!"

He turned the corner, seeing you and your arms crossed and a group of students confronting you

One reached out their hand to you, which you retaliated by punching him square in the jaw

The student fell on his other friends, and Vil decided that this was enough

"Ah… I don't think it was wise to mess with my sweet potato…"

The remaining students scrambled to their feet, fearing the dorm leader's magic

"Scram, won't you?"

Vil didn't need to say it twice. The students disappeared, leaving you with Vil

Vil hugged you, patting your head. "My YN… I'm glad that you can defend yourself, but if you continue to do this, your knuckles will be bruised and I refuse to allow that."

You stood on your toes, pecking him on the cheek. "I appreciate the thought Vil."

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Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

Saeyoung

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets.

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.”

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily.

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared

because S L E E P

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n”

“I’m too tired to laugh”

*gASP*

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.”

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot.

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n

“Here’s your room, M’lady.”

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers.

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung

“Um.. hey! What’s up?”

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying,

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry”

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!”

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :)

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.”

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--”

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this”

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed.

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.”

“No you are.”

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.”

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

“WATCH ME”

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing.

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.”

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.”

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.”

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl.

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans.

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.”

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable.

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.”

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out.

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile”

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear

this was gonna be a long night for Seven.

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first.

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer

Zen: hey

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger

Jumin: What a strange code.

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA

Jumin: -_-

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!!

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys

707: lololol

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen.

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue.

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you.

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed.

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”.

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake.

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?”

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso.

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?”

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..”

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap...

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection)

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

Yoosung

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!!

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi

so you conceded

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?!

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol.

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed.

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?”

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.”

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued.

You did

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?”

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.”

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.”

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.”

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--”

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again.

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head.

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you.

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut

He looked away, feeling like a creep.

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him.

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS”

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming)

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!”

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you”

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.”

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said.

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!”

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?”

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.”

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?”

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.”

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!”

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?”

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung.

Yeah.

Gotta love relatives.

Jumin

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?”

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone.

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before.

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?”

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously.

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous

you phone buzzed, startling you.

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait.

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.”

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.”

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.”

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!”

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.”

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs.

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you.

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.”

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars.

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties.

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone.

As in... private jet.

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world.

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice!

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him.

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind.

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft.

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything.

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him.

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!”

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.”

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot.

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again.

You bit your lip, “You look nice.”

“Nice?”

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.”

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.”

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..”

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat.

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else.

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen.

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet.

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other.

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside.

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend.

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows.

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored

“It’s so beautiful.”

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted.

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Separate, correct?”

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.”

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.”

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate.

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.”

“Did you mention I don’t have one?”

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone

You thanked him on his way out.

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--”

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles.

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly.

“Y/N you do understand that--”

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?”

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to--

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?”

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.”

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!”

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--”

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read.

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear.

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.”

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall.

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising.

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now.

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer??

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long.

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for...

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside.

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?”

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!”

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt.

“C-close your eyes!”

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.”

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail.

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well.

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown.

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence

you were in his shirt...

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little

drawing even more attention to your lips

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse.

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room.

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore

Meanwhile Jumin is in a c r i s i s

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!!

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had--

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off---

Oh God. I’m deep in shit.

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed.

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really.

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..”

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened?

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess

but he would for you

“..........pretend what never happened?”

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled.

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.”

He shut off the light, reaching over you

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

Zen

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour?

Of course he was

he liked flexing his connections

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes

or ears

or just any functioning body

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room

or the way everyone caught him staring

like anytime you weren’t looking

or when you are looking because he is “built different”

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him.

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips

which was NOT the move

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones.

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop

and it was torture.

like this man is sweating

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay!

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~

so you get set up

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms

He immediately called the front desk

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake”

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined”

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up.

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!”

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.”

“Your a dude, too, Zen.”

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.”

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?”

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!”

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!”

“Like hell you will.”

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--”

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!”

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked.

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!”

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!”

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!”

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.”

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!”

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT”

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN”

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!”

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen

You stared at each other for a long moment

You leaned in closer

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.”

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?”

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

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crystalcow · 3 years

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

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five-rivers · 3 years

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As An Egyptian Did

Warnings: kidnapping, slight starvation, discussion of impending death

It shouldn’t have been so difficult. Impersonate one of Billy’s little friends for a week, and Hotep Ra would—Well. That was between him and Hotep Ra. But things, as they so often did around liminals, got complicated.

He had known it wouldn’t be easy. He hadn’t a lick of technological skill, and getting Technus on board had been, hm, not precisely feasible. Amorpho didn’t like sharing the stage, anyway.

But! He had a plan. Hacking and whatnot required a toolset as well as a skillset. Take away one, and he could easily hide the lack of the other.

A bit of overshadowing to plant the idea before his entrance as ‘Tucker,’ a slouch and affectation of delinquency, a few carefully crafted lines… that was all it took to get grounded and banned from the use of all electronics.

That morning, he joined Billy and Samantha, moaning about his carefully choreographed loss and surreptitiously signalling to the weak ghosts he had managed to bribe into helping him, so that they’d distract Billy. Billy and Samantha didn’t seem at all suspicious. Good. His research into their annoying, oft-ignored friend was bearing fruit.

“Well,” said Samantha, “I know it sucks not being able to use them at home, but you do have the emergency one in your locker.”

Ah. That was an unexpected wrinkle. No matter. Amorpho was an expert at improvisation, and this was just another thing to break.

“It was a good idea to keep one there,” said Billy.

He would have to find a way to get rid of Billy soon, though. He would run out of allies before too long, and, as Spectra had discovered, Billy would, eventually, notice his ghost sense being played with.

Faking sick today might have been a smarter move- but shutting himself away in a human's room was no way to shine. Also, he might not remember what being sick felt like… No matter!

He spun the dial on the locker (with just a bit of flair) and popped the door open. With a tiny tug of ghostly telekinesis, the electronic fell out and cracked against the floor.

“Not my PDA!” wailed Amorpho. “My last hope!” He bent down, as if to try and salvage it (but in reality to make sure it was definitely, one hundred percent broken) but didn’t get there before Billy pushed him through the wall and into an empty classroom.

“Who are you?” demanded Billy, aura flaring through his eyes. “And what have you done with Tucker?”

“Wh-what? Dude, really, it’s me!”

“Try again,” snarled Billy.

“Really, Billy,” insisted Amorpho.

Billy’s eyes narrowed. “Amorpho,” he spat. “Where’s Tucker?”

“Er, um,” said Amorpho. “I’ll tell you, if you tell me what gave me away?”

“Other than you calling me by the wrong name again?”

“Back at the lockers,” specified Amorpho. If he could salvage nothing else from this disaster, he could, at least, improve his craft.

“Tucker’s got names for all his PDAs. I think that one was Susan or something.”

“That’s creepy.”

“You’re literally impersonating him.” Billy shoved a glowing fist into his face. “Now. Where is my friend?”

Honestly, Tucker thought that being Pharaoh would be pretty cool. Starving to death for it? Not so much.

As good as the food here looked and tasted - yes, he had caved and tried some - it didn’t have any substance. It didn’t make him full. Which. Yeah. Made sense. Eating at the Far Frozen or in Dora’s kingdom was like that for him and Sam, too. Danny was the only one who got any energy from it.

Anyway. The food wasn’t the point here. The point was that he’d been kidnapped. By ghosts. Which, uh. Was really more Danny’s thing than his.

And, yes, these were the Egyptian ghosts who had been interested in Tucker before, but that was strictly a mind control situation. Not something liable to make him miss class and have to give uncomfortable explanations to his parents. Overshadowing was a perfectly good excuse. Lots of people got overshadowed.

Where was he?

Right kidnapping. It was hard to think when he was this hungry! And it had only been a day. Ugh, even when he was fasting, he only had to last until dusk, and he had his parents doing the same thing.

This sucked.

Danny had better come get him soon, because he had tested out a few things, and he didn’t think he could get out on his own. Like, he could walk through the walls (or fall through the floor, more often) but there were a lot of ghosts here, and also… well… They were on a floating island.

Tucker couldn’t fly.

Like, at all.

(But Danny didn’t know where he was.)

He paced back and forth across the painted floor of the luxurious, golden room he’d been given. All of the ghosts here were so respectful of him, except for Hotep Ra, who had made himself scarce after depositing Tucker, but they were also incredibly unhelpful. And disturbingly excited about his upcoming ‘ascension.’

Which he was pretty sure was code for ‘we’re waiting for you to kick it.’

He really had to come up with a plan for if Danny couldn’t find him.

He could try dropping through the floor and out the bottom of the island again. Last time, they’d just sent a ghost to get him, but maybe they wouldn’t, this time? Yeah, and maybe he’d fall through a portal straight into the Nasty Burger, too, and they’d give him a free Mega Meaty Special.

Not likely. He’d starve while falling just as quickly as he would here.

He’d tried talking his way out, but while all of the Egyptian ghosts here professed their love and loyalty to him, they also were definitely fanatics. They truly believed that him dying was for the best. Was the best for him. Tucker couldn’t do anything with that. Even if he was the smoothest talker in the Ghost Zone (which he was).

(Even if the girls were really pretty and definitely into him.)

(Because they were into him for his spirit, not his body. As in, they wanted his disembodied spirit. Haha.)

He wished-

Hey, wait a second. That was something he hadn’t tried yet.

“Desiree!” he whisper-yelled. “I wish I was home in Amity Park!”

He waited, tense.

“Desiree! I wish I was home in Amity Park right now! Or at least somewhere in the human world? Pretty please?”

Nothing. Figures she wouldn’t show up the one time it’d be useful. Well, forget her.

What else could he do? If he had his PDA, maybe he could set up some kind of distress call. Or… yeah, there wasn’t anything for him to hack around here. Yeah.

Ugh, the first time around with Hotep Ra was way easier to deal with. And cooler. And more fun. And he was able to fix it all with the scepter-

Oh, that had some merit. Maybe there’d be, like, a spare scepter somewhere? One he could use?

He turned to face the door and rubbed his hands together nervously, feeling over his knuckles. It was a longshot, but… he didn’t have anything to lose, did he?

He closed his eyes and phased through the door. Even after all this time, that still felt weird. Especially under his own power.

The halls were somehow both hot and chilled, the false sun beating down through the windows, and the air misted by fountains. Someone sang softly in the distance. The hairs on the back of Tucker’s neck stood up.

This place was so cool. But so, so, creepy.

Now, if he were a magical staff, where would he be? Was there a magical staff storage room? Nah, that was dumb. Maybe just, like, an all purpose magical object storage room? Yeah, that sounded better.

Now, Tucker wasn’t exactly an infiltration expert, or an expert on how ghost Egypt organized their giant gold-plated (or was it solid gold? He didn’t know and it was bothering him. Did electroplating even exist back then? Baghdad batteries were a thing at least, right?) undead palaces full of mummy people and mobile clay statue thingies. Ushabti.

(How did he know that?)

They hadn’t bothered to put any guards on him - supposedly because of something about the sanctity of his person, but more probably because they didn’t think he could escape on his own - so he wasn’t particularly worried about wandering around. Even so, wherever he heard anyone - or thought he heard anyone - he tried to hide. One time he wound up halfway inside a wall.

Then, of course, he passed by a place with food, and even if he knew it wouldn’t actually feed him, he couldn’t help but slow down a little… But he snapped out of it. If he got out of here, then he could eat. Real food. His mom’s cooking. Maybe he could talk her into trying a few things with dates (the fruit; don’t be gross), though… Those things tasted great.

But, back to what he was actually doing. Despite not being at all an expert, being a (pretty good) hacker meant that he did have some idea of where people put important rooms. After all, getting physical access to servers was an important component of being able to complete a high-level hack.

Okay, maybe he was a little bit of an expert. Sam was money, Danny was the brawn, and Tucker was the brains. Obviously the most important part.

People tended to keep things they wanted safe in central areas, away from public traffic, often underground. With those guidelines, he could start looking.

Most of the big, locked doors he encountered in the first hour were false leads. Although, he didn’t actually find many of those in the first hour. He kept getting sort of dizzy and faint, enough to force him to stop and rest until he didn’t have spots dancing across his vision anymore.

In the second hour, he found a treasury. There was a lot of gold in there, but not much in the way of other items.

After some more fruitless searching and hiding from ghosts, Tucker contemplated the floor. He was very much not a fan of falling through them, but he didn’t have a lot of other options right now. From the last time he dropped through the floor (and out the bottom of the island), he was pretty sure there was another level down there, but he couldn’t find any stairs down.

He held his breath when he dropped, and gasped loudly and greedily when light hit his face again. Of course, he hit the floor again right after, and had all the air knocked out of him.

He coughed, then sneezed. There was a lot of dust here. Ow, his eyes. And back. Definitely also, ow, his back. Yikes.

After he’d rubbed the dust out of his eyes, though…

He was exactly where he wanted to be. While there weren’t any immediately obvious staffs, everything here glittered with magic, despite the layer of dust.

… How did he know what magic glittered like?

Never mind that! He saw exactly what he needed! This ring would teleport him - how did he know that? - to his nearest friends!

He put it on and--

--dropped onto the central console of the Specter Speeder.

“Ow!” he said.

“Tucker!” screamed Danny and Sam, both of them trying to hug him at once. Danny won, because of intangibility.

“How did you get here?” asked Danny.

“Explain later, food now,” said Tucker. “I haven’t eaten since I was kidnapped.”

“Er,” said Danny, “we didn’t bring any food…”

“What?”

“This was a kind of last minute rescue,” said Sam, apologetically.

“We can check and see if Dad left any fudge in the secret fudge compartment?” suggested Danny.

“You know what? Sure. At this point, I’ll take some suspicious Fenton Fudge. Let’s do that.”

#danny phantom #ectober #ectoberhaunt treat #ectoberhaunt trick #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectober 2021 #ectober day 10 #ectober mummy #ectober doppelganger

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