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imthatchishiyasimp · 3 years

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HELLOOOOO!!!

I'm freaking out this is my first post, like the first one shot I post and write about AIB and Chishiya.

I really hope you all like it, please please please tell me what you think about it and whatever you want to tell me.

It's long (4444 words), I know, but I hate small things because I get upset. It's very close to the story and it doesn't have lot's of changes, I wanted to try first to write about something I know. In the future I will write more original and new stuff. Also, I wanted to get used to the universe and to the characters first.

HAVE A NICE READ 💚

“THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA”

The sign flashes all around the city. I slowly walk towards the Toei Sendagaya block apartment, focused on the cube in my hands. Due to having no electricity, I’ve gotten used to pick random things from stores to entertain myself.

It’s still shocking to feel the city so silent and calm, and at the same time it feels terrifying. One would think that being that people die every day, the streets would be forgiving. You can’t even lower your guard now. Even since the first day, I’ve liked walking around the streets, checking out shops and random apartments. I kinda feel powerful, but it’s something that deep inside I know it’s just fake and limited. And I’m not giving up, but at least I’m going to enjoy now that I can, until ‘they’ decide that I’m not needed around anymore.

The tall complex shines between the bushes and buildings, its lights on every floor lighted on. I place myself a few meters hidden behind the stairs leading to the central lobby. From there, I sit and watch people climb the stairs. A couple of them look pretty scared and lost, showing signs of this being their first game. The rest all look shaken up but used to this. When it looks like no one else will come, I get up and get to the crowd around the phones.

There’s thirteen people waiting and all of them look at me while I pick the phone from the table. When the facial recognition is finished I can see that there’s only a few seconds left for the game to start. Almost didn’t make it. Would have been stupid to die because I was daydreaming.

‘Move aside’ I say to Chishiya, elbowing him after not having a response. He looks at me annoyed and slips off his earphones. He finally moves to let me place my back at the wall and get my hair in a bun.

“REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED. THERE ARE A TOTAL OF 14 PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

It’s so easy to point out who the newcomers are and the ones that are sick of playing. You can also name who’s going to be willing to put themselves first and who’s going to scary run the whole game.

I start rolling the sleeves of my sweatshirt up when a boy with a cap starts talking to some guys. They look lost, but not new to this. Might be the first week here. I eye them from my spot, not saying a thing but listening to the whole exchange.

“Excuse me, do you know what this is?” He asks a black haired boy. Honestly, he looks a mess, like he has just gotten up from bed and hasn't changed in a few days. “I ended up here and I have no idea what’s going on”.

“It’s a game” He answers. At the same time, the blonde man next to him, probably his friend, tells him to stop it. I chuckle and cover it up with a cough, earning myself a glare from both Chishiya and Aguni. I might be prone to get in trouble with people and they won’t be happy if I screw a game up. Better be quiet.

The blonde guy whispers to his friend and I try to pick something up from the conversation. Not get close to the new ones and something else.

“DIFFICULTY: FIVE OF SPADES”

The card flashes on our phones, telling us the kind of game and the level of difficulty. I was so curious about the card when I got to my first game, I didn’t know what it meant and what I was supposed to do with it. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that I admire the cleverness behind the rules and the method of the games. It’s the work of both a psycho and a genius.

A sporty girl starts to stretch just after the card shows, so she must know what it means. She’s calm and collected and I bet she’s willing to put all of us on the killing zone before she goes down. We could be friends, I think.

I hear a sigh next to me and I catch a glimpse of Chishiya rolling his eyes. He doesn’t exactly hate physical games, but they sometimes mean having to run or climb and he’s not a fan of working out. And, even though he won’t admit it, he doesn’t like having his white hoodie dirty. Not going to judge, I don’t love spades games either, but I will choose them over the hearts ones a million times.

I get down to tie my shoes tighter just in case. I would hate tripping like the clown I really am in front of all these people. Some guy in a hat starts explaining to the two friends from before what it means a spades game. Club games are hard if there are more newcomers than experienced people. I mean, if it's a game where team work means everything, you bet you prefer working with someone who knows the way around the games. Diamond ones are a bit weird: being clever will get you through them, but sometimes the answer is so straightforward that you get lost looking for the catch. Heart games are the worst. They will kill you even if you survive, and pray that you don’t get to play with a friend or someone you know.

“GAME: A GAME OF TAG.”

“RULE: RUN AWAY FROM THE TAGGER.”

“CLEAR CONDITION: DISCOVER THE SAFEZONE HIDDEN IN ONE OF THE BUILDING ROOMS WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT. YOU CLEAR THE GAME WHEN THIS OBJECTIVE IS FULFILLED.”

“TIME LIMIT: 20 MINUTES.”

“AFTER 20 MINUTES HAS PASSED, THE TIME BOMB HIDDEN IN THE BUILDING WILL EXPLODE.”

I turn around to face Chishiya, grinning like a mad girl. He doesn’t even flinch when he stops me from talking. “No, I’m not racing you to the top.”

“But…” I sigh and watch as everyone starts running to the stairs like lost puppies. “You are so mean”. I punch him in the shoulder and cross my arms, walking towards the lift. No need running seven floors up and wasting energy if I’m not even going to be able to brag about having won a race.

Chishiya follows closely behind, probably guessing I’m going to try and leave him there.

“TWO MINUTES BEFORE THE GAME STARTS.”

We get inside the lift and silently wait until we get to the seventh floor. It’s been a long time since I used one, not everyday you get to play in a building apartment. Feels nice, and like we’re back to normal.

Once we get to the top, we both choose a position that lets us have a good look at the whole complex. He goes to one wing while I leave for the other one. No point leaving a flank unseen. I take my cube out and restart it, keeping an eye on the people looking around scattered through the floors. I don’t get why someone would choose saying in the lower ground when a tagger is supposed to chase you through the whole building. Dude, that’s the most critical place to start.

“Hey, don’t get distracted with those games of yours.”

“Don’t be mean, Chishiya. You know I’m paying attention.” Anyway, once I finish the cube, I keep it in my pocket and rest my arms on the banister.

Aguni and his new friend get to the seventh floor and both of us wave towards him. Like always, he completely ignores us and keeps walking towards another high point.

“That’s nasty” Chishiya says and I nod along. Aguni is always so serious during games, it’s boring.

“I place my bet on those two guys and the sporty girl surviving”. I firmly say. They look like they will make it, but not without having a rough time.

He has the audacity to snort and laugh at me and I look at him surprised. “You’re joking. Everyone looks like they’re about to die, as usual. Just look at them, they don’t know shit about what to do”.

“Were you this calm in your first games? Don’t be mean, they are trying their best. No one wants to die.”

“But, where you that stupid?” He says while pointing to a couple of girls on the second floor who are touching their phones desperately. “I’m not saying you gotta be a genius from the start, but if you don’t collect yourself quickly, you are already dead.”

“Well, my majesty, not all of us are like you, and some people need a little more time, and a little more help.”

Chishiya looks at me and, as if I had imagined, a caring and sorry look crosses his eyes. He probably remembers the first time he saw me get through the games and how I completely lost it once. It wasn’t easy.

“THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

He nudges my arm with his elbow and I look at him.

“THE TIME LIMIT IS 20 MINUTES.”

“Hey” He says with a soft voice.

“GAME START.”

“Don’t die this time.”

“Wasn't planning to.”

“THE TAGGER IS NOW ON THE MOVE.”

As if we all had planned it, the whole complex goes silent, trying to locate this said tagger. A trumpet goes off and everyone looks scared, ready to bolt to wherever they can.

The sound of the lift’s doors can be heard from our position, so the tagger is probably on the sixth or fifth floor.

Not a penny drop can be heard. Not a breath.

Some people start walking and try to open doors. The rest are all watching closely until something happens.

And it does.

Gunshots run through the dense air that surrounds us. I try to see where they come from and I finally catch sight of the tagger. Probably a man, judging for the height, with a horse head and a really mean gun. He’s on the sixth floor, just in front of the stairs.

I point at him and nudge Chishiya, but I already know that he has seen him.

There’s now thirteen of us.

And then shots are fired again and we can see the two friends and the one with the hat running down the stairs, away from the tagger.

“Told you, they are gonna get killed.” Chishiya says with a smirk.

“Oh shut up, this is not a TV show we are talking about. And I have faith in them”.

They split up on the third floor, the hat man keeps going down while the other two try to hide in the hallway. Not long after, on the ground floor that the tagger chases and shots the first one and finds another man freaking out. I don’t know if it’s better that he died because he went off the game zone instead of being shot by the tagger. Anyway, he’s also dead. And that makes three dead players.

Eleven participants left.

“See, they are smart. At least the cute one”. I say smiling.

Chishiya looks at me and raises an eyebrow, silently questioning just what I said.

“What? It’s not like I’m lying; he is cute, and smart.” I laugh and wink at him, cutting eye contact with him. If we are going to have an awkward moment, please don’t be while we are playing for our lives.

The killing spree of the tagger continues with the pretty and lost two girls. They sure are on their first game, because they look so freaking scared and unprepared. I mean, who would have come with heels and handbags. I scoff and shake my head watching how one of them falls dead and the other one wastes an incredible opportunity of getting away while the tagger reloads. Well, not all of us are strong enough to leave our friend and not panic at the same time. Shame she has to die, anyway.

So now we are nine players still alive.

Looks like everything’s gone silent again, until shouts break the silence and we all look for the source. It’s the cute guy and I laugh when I understand what he’s saying.

“Everyone! The tagger is currently at the second level of the central area! The tagger has bad vision because of his mask! Let’s inform each other of the tagger’s location and search for the safezone together!”

“Oh my god, did he seriously turn a spades game into a club’s one?” I laugh again and Chishiya scoffs under his hood. “I want to be best friends with him”.

“Don’t be stupid.” Chishiya says. We move a bit to see where they are going now that they are all running. “It’s a good idea, not going to lie, but no one will answer him.”

He mutters something else, but I don’t really catch it. I think I saw the tagger doubt his step when he heard the guy shouting, but he definitely looks annoyed when the sporty girl shouts back.

“The tagger is moving from the fourth level of the central area! Anyone nearby, run!”

I celebrate and raise my hands, clapping and laughing in Chishiya’s face. He looks surprised and tells me to shut it.

The girl runs from the tagger and finds an elderly woman in the hallway. With the tagger on their back, they are probably going to get killed. I grip the banister and hold my breath. She seems friendly and clever, I’m internally rooting for her.

Suddenly she jumps off the balcony and starts climbing the pipes up to the next floor. The other woman dies behind her, and the tagger tries to catch the girl but fails.

“She’s pretty good.” Chishiya mutters. “You just wish you could do that. It’s called envy”.

“As if you could do that too. You are just as weak as me.”

“Hey! Don’t throw me in the same casket!”

“EIGHT MINUTES UNTIL THE GAME ENDS.”

“THERE ARE CURRENTLY EIGHT SURVIVORS.”

Already? We should start moving.

I look at Chishiya under my hair and he frowns at something. I follow his gaze and see the tagger looking at the cap boy from an upside floor. What’s shocking it’s him starting to shoot from there. He has been killing just people he casually finds while walking around, not shooting from that distance.

The boy goes down, but looks unharmed. The two friends are on the same floor and get to him, running away from the door he was trying to open.

Not bothering to ask Chishiya if he got that, I start jumping on the place and keep my phone in my pockets. He slides off the hood and shoves me towards the stairs.

“Shall we, ma’am?”

“THERE ARE FIVE MINUTES REMAINING.”

From the corner of my eye I catch Aguni intercepting the boys and I make a face. It doesn’t always go well when he does that, he tends to let them die in order to have his way. The sporty girl stops to talk to them and she starts jumping from floor to floor.

“Do you think someone’s going to get it too?” I ask out loud. Chishiya shrugs and keeps on walking. I tsk and stay behind him when we get to the hallway. I turn around and watch my back, even though I heard a fight somewhere near. Probably Aguni, who are we kidding.

Just when we are arriving at the safezone apartment, the cute boy appears from the other side.

“Cute boy! I’m glad you realized it!” I happily say without thinking. I mouth a silent sorry when he looks at me a bit perplexed. Chishiya elbows me, hard, and I whine a bit. That’s mean.

He picks the doorknob first, but doesn’t open it. The three of us are watching closely, and honestly I’m a bit nervous about the time. I don’t like risking it as much as Chishiya.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” he asks.

The boy answers a couple of seconds after, lost in his thoughts “Why did the tagger chase us? He could have just waited here.”

He is onto something. Now, I’m not liking this at all.

“Seems like there’s something else we don’t know.” Chishiya says, keeping his calm exterior. He’s going to use this poor boy in case he has any doubt of a risk. “However,” he adds, taking his phone out “if you don’t open it…”

There are three minutes left.

Sweat starts running down my back, making me shiver and hold my breath while I watch the boy start turning the doorknob. All our phones beep announcing the time left until we all die with the bomb.

Slowly, he opens the door with caution. We all walk inside, in silence and with darkness surrounding us. It 's empty. No furniture, neither personal objects nor some leftovers of someone’s life. A few steps in we notice a door at the end of the room and we all walk towards it.

It’s not until we are too far inside that another tagger walks out behind the door.

“Look out!” the boy screams and pushes us out of the shot range.

Gunshots fly around the apartment and I duck behind the bathroom door. Chishiya uses the taser and the tagger goes down, but recovers quickly and starts shooting again. I scream when a bullet gazes at my arm. It fucking hurts, but at least the bullet didn’t got me completely.

I can hear the apartment door being shut and the other door at the end closing too. They must have gotten through them. I hope they aren’t harmed.

I wait, trying not to make any sound in case the tagger comes to finish me off. I search through the room, but nothing seems lethal enough to use like a weapon. I hate bringing weapons to games, I don’t really want to kill anyone if I can help it.

Gunshots are fired and I cover myself up, even though they are not directed towards me. Fighting blade weapons? I’m okay with that. Fighting people? Not against it. But, I have nothing towards a gun. I mean, it can take me from a long distance! No point.

“Everyone! The safezone is in apartment 406! It’s impossible to clear the game alone! We need two people to do this!”

Are you kidding? This is so mean. What if you were the only survivor? Not fair, not at all.

Well, it seems like I should get moving and try to do something useful in this game. I haven’t done shit, now that I think about it.

Slowly, I open the door just in time to see the tagger shoot the door and break the safelock. I take small steps following it, ready to throw myself to placate it. Just when the gun is going up I jump and kick the tagger in the knee, managing to bring it to the floor.

I hear a scream coming from the tagger and a lady cursing from behind the mask. She starts shooting and I scream trying to cover myself without being hit. The guy bolts and tries to help me get her off the gun, but she keeps fighting like a mad person.

We both go down before she gets us with the bullets and I catch a glimpse of Chishiya at the door, trying to help but having to cover himself because of the lost shots.

The phones all inform us of the ten seconds remaining at the same time that the sporty girl jumps through the glass of the balcony. The tagger kicks me and gets the gun pointing at my face and I panic just a bit before I push back. The other guy tries to help me, but with no help.

“Hey!” Chishiya shouts.

I’m on the floor fighting the tagger with the gun under my chin, trying to get it off my face, but I see him throwing the taser to the girl and she quickly gets the tagger down.

I let out a sigh before I heard the time almost coming to an end. My eyes search for him and we lock our gazes. I can feel the breath we are both holding and the silent words running through our minds. My fingers clench and I swallow, accepting death like a forgotten friend, saying goodbye with a blink.

But, just like that, with a blink, it all finishes. The buttons are pressed on the last second and we all hear the beeps from our phones.

“GAME CLEAR.”

“CONGRATULATIONS.”

In that same moment, the tagger gets the mask off and we can see an old lady crying looking at us. The collar in her neck starts beeping faster and faster and I scramble to get away from her. Chishiya grabs both my arms and I scream at the touch in the bullet gaze from before, but he doesn’t let go and gets me away at the same time that the collar explodes, killing the lady.

My whole back is covered in blood and I roughly grab Chishiya’s hoodie. I don’t want to look at her and see what we did, even though it was unintended. She was also playing, and she died because we won.

Chishiya and I are left in the room with the dead tagger, and he grips my hand and makes me let go of him. He starts checking the pockets of the lady and gets something out, but I don’t register exactly what.

I get out of the apartment to breathe. I hate this part where we really think about what went down here. Lots of people died, and we got a few days to live just to have to risk it again in the next game. Could have we saved someone? Not really, I know that. But it doesn’t make it easier anyway.

“I’m Arisu.” Someone says beside me. I turn and the cute boy is there, watching me from a distance. “I wanted to thank you, for risking yourself back there. We are alive thanks to all of you.” He sticks out his hand to me and waits.

I’m speechless. No one has thanked me like this in any game. I didn’t really do a thing, but he’s thanking me. I should be the one doing it, he cooperated with the other girl and they stopped the bomb. We could have died there.

I let out a small laugh and shake his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arisu. And thanks to you, you did the dirty work inside the room.”

I look back inside and watch Chishiya stick the paper in his hoodie and walk towards us.

“I look forward to meeting you somewhere else, hopefully not dead in a game. Be careful and enjoy the warm water in the ocean now that we are all alone in the city.”

With a wink, I walk out of the apartment building with Chishiya not too far behind. I think he heard me talking to Arisu, but he doesn’t comment on it.

We walk, and we walk, and we walk. Neither of us likes to go back to the Beach in the cars, so we always take a stroll through the streets, enjoying the silence and the stars shining above us.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“Mmh?” I look at him questioning and he nods to my bleeding arm. “Oh, yes, like a bitch. But I’ll have to wait until we get there.”

He tsks and grabs my arm, leading us to a pharmacy around the corner. I don’t say anything, knowing he will shut me up and will only be a waste of time. We get inside and he starts looking for some disinfectant and bandages.

He knows his stuff. I was surprised at first to discover he knows his way around the medical grounds; and I’m glad he does. It doesn't hurt having someone nearby capable of dealing with nasty wounds.

He silently works and I watch him closely. He’s handsome. And he knows it, that’s why he smirks feeling my gaze on his face. I trace his features taking my time. His eyes are the most scary thing I’ve ever met. They hold so much knowledge and feelings. I always feel like he could take me apart just with his eyes. He mostly covers his emotions, so even though you search for micro expressions, you will come empty handed almost always.

I bring my free hand up and run my fingers through his hair. I love it, it’s so smooth and soft. And the fact that he always wears white to match his hair makes me smile like an idiot.

Chishiya clears his throat and starts covering up the wound. My hand drops and rests in his arm, basking in the heat he’s making.

Once he’s done, he brings down my sleeves and looks me in the eye, silently checking if I’m okay. I nod and take his hand, quickly gripping and, just as fast, letting go. I can hear him sigh behind me, and he follows behind.

“You know, I’m glad I met you here, but I would have prefered meeting you in the real world.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I will be safer here with you, but I also know the probability of us having a happy ending is minimal while we are here.”

“You are not wrong.” A couple of minutes goes by until he adds: “But that doesn’t mean you can’t try and make the most of it while you are alive. It will hurt more, but at this point, who cares?”

I let out a breathy laugh and turn around to hug him. Hard. He stops and lets me hug him, finally giving in and hugging me back. I hide my face in his neck, breathing deep and closing my eyes. I can feel his pulse and his chin coming down on my head, his hand running through my back.

“You are an idiot.”

“And you are mean. Deal with it.”

I swear I can feel his lips kissing the top of my head, but it’s so fast I can’t be sure. He starts walking again and I run to catch him before I lose him.

We may have a complicated relationship, if you can call it that. We are there for each other, not sure of what to do, what to give, what to take. But we do not give up. I’m just glad I’m not alone, and thankful that I have someone looking out for me.

I smile all the way to the Beach.

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This request is gonna be kinda vague but can I get some HCs for Niki Lauda w a crush or partner who makes him laugh? Idk if they’re another racer, a mechanic, a reporter, a fan, an old friend etc. But just someone who knows how to make him laugh, with witty zingers or dry, sarcastic comments or just playing dumb for the sake of a joke, whatever ya feel. Courtship via humour. And if you don’t mind, could they either be gn or male please? Thank you v much. ✌🏻

- Niki hated the press. He understood that it came with the job but all the pressed cared about what asking him about the feud between him and James, or if he thought he would die in the next race. He didn't have the charms that hunt had when talking to people, yes he could hold a conversation but the reporters went away saying how rude and blunt he was towards them but what did they expect?

- You had received the opportunity of a lifetime. You had always wanted to go into journalism and fresh out of college you were able to secure an internship with a news company. And then one day one of the reporters called in sick the day they were supposed to do an interview with Niki, and of course because it was Niki no one else wanted to take over it so you leapt at the chance.

- You were intrigued at the thought of being able to interview Niki. You'd seen other interviews and had heard around the office how much people despised him but you saw something more to him that often flew over people's heads but you felt you could grab ahold of it.

- When Niki walked into the room and saw you he scoffed and turned to his assistant, remarking how the youth of today would know nothing about racing and how shit this interview would be. You heard his remark and assumed he meant for you to hear it. Niki was the sort of guy who didn't care about what you felt.

- Sighing he sat down but was pleasantly surprised when you started asking him questions about what modifications he made to the car to make it run faster, how well did he get on with the rest of the crew, what was it like making quick decisions on the track. Usually, when sitting down for an interview the reporters instantly asked him about James and no matter how many times he would try to direct the questions to something else they would always leap back to asking him about James, so as to not be questioned about his rivalry was a breath of fresh air for him.

- Of course, eventually, you had to ask him about James. It was what the viewers wanted to hear. When you asked the question the man rolled his eyes and said "Of course, because I love to talk about Hunt" and his voice dripped with sarcasm. You smirked at him and replied, "Oh yes, I can tell from all the times you lovingly stick your middle finger up at him. You two must be best mates"

- Niki froze. Never before had someone replied back to his sarcasm with their own and for a moment he was caught off guard, staring at you in surprise but he quickly gathers his bearings and a chuckle comes from his throat as he smirks back at you, seeing how you were challenging him to continue.

- And thus that's how the interview continued, both of you were bouncing off each other throughout the rest of the interview, feeding into each other's humour. The camera crew were shocked at seeing Niki Lauda actually laugh at something you said, at the fact he was able to show another emotion except being pissed off.

- Niki actually felt almost sad when the interview ended and he had to leave. That night he couldn't seem to shake the thought of you out of his mind. You intrigued him and dare he say it he wanted to know more about you, and this was a first for Niki who hardly wanted to know anything about anyone who wasn't himself.

- Usually, before a race, reporters would come onto the track and try to grab drivers to talk to. James loved the attention and was always out but Niki prefered to hide in his garage. Yet this time he came out in the hope of potentially being able to see you, yet that wouldn't be the case. He found the news team you were a part of but the reporter was someone different and he didn't have a care for them.

- He went to ask them about your whereabouts but he paused realising he didn't even know your name. They started asking him about James and soon enough he left without saying anything, not wanting to spend another minute surrounded by what he called, 'brainless idiots'

- It wasn't too long after that race the interview finally came out and it shook the world. Seeing Niki Lauda laugh? What had happened. People picked up on the instant chemistry between the two of you and before the news crew knew what was happening they were swarmed with letters asking for more because the world wanted to see the other side of Niki Lauda. You had gone back to essentially being a secretary for people but when the interview was out you were being shoved in a suit and pushed out into the massive crowd before the next race to hunt down Niki and ask him more questions.

- Niki didn't like everyone freaking out about him laughing and having fun in the interview. He had built up this persona of being an asshole and he thought it suited him quite well but now everyone was acting nice to him because of it, and James was teasing him horrendously so he was determined to go back out there and prove how much of an asshole he was and when he saw you he thought even better, prove it to the very person who caused it.

- Yet no matter how many times he tried to be an asshole you didn't seem phased and with the jokes and sarcasm you used he could feel his mask slipping and his lips twitching up into a grin. He hated himself for it, and he hated you for it as well, but not at much.

- Soon Niki refused to do interviews apart from if they were with you. He found all other reporters lacklustre and boring now to the point where he couldn't concentrate unless it was with you. You kept him engaged, humoured. When he won races and received his trophy he would hunt you down to let you ask him questions, almost start bragging to you about his achievements.

- Soon enough he asked you out on a date at a restaurant, it was very sudden at the end of an interview. He asked it so casually that it caught you off guard that you had to ask him again. You agreed to it and suddenly you found yourself sitting in a posh restaurant feeling completely out of it. Niki noticed how uncomfortable you seemed and would joke about it to get a rise out of you but with your typical humour that he loved you were able to resort back, almost insulting him and he would laugh with all his voice, his overbite clearly showing as his curly hair fell loose from their usual hold.

- It was the love story of the year when it was announced the two of you were dating, it even took the limelight off James as everyone became obsessed with the two of you. Because they had been watching this relationship progress since the beginning interview they almost felt a part of it themselves, plus Niki dating a reporter when less than a year ago he claimed he hated reporters, oh how spicy it was. But for a reporter and an F1 racer the two of you kept your relationship in the dark, not wanting people to intrude. Apart from times when you were interviewing him and you'd joke he spent more time preparing how to beat James than he did cleaning up his own dishes and he would jokingly pretend to be embarrassed by you but instead he felt thrilled.

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hurricaneonanesthesia · 3 years

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Fluff Alphabet (Mammon)

@pzlqpibz said: Please can i have one full alphabet on mammon ? 🥺🥺 Love you, take care of you !!!!!!😚😚😚

Hi! I hope that you don’t mind that i’m tagging you. But anyways here is a full fluff alphabet for tsun tsun baby mammon :)))) ~Admin Hurricane

A - Activities; How do they like to spend time with you?

He likes taking you out to buy stuff despite him not being able to afford a lot of things lol. And if he can, he also likes taking you to his shoots so you can see him going all out with different outfits and such.

B - Beauty; What do they admire/find beautiful about you?

He rlly likes your hair and just playing around with it. He also thinks it’s rlly cute when you’re studying together and your face scrunches up while you try and figure out what the answer is. He’ll just kinda stare at you longingly and then when you catch him, he’ll turn away panicked and blushy lmao.

C - Comfort; How would they help you if you felt down/were having a panic attack?

He’d also panic because at first he wouldn’t quite know what to do, but then he would just pull you into a hug cause he wouldn’t rlly know what else to say.

D - Dreams; How do they picture their future with you?

At first, he thought that it was a one sided thing, so all he could rlly see is you with one of his brothers and not him. But then after you got together, he could see it as something that could work out. Being the avatar of Greed, everything used to be just about him, him, him, but then you came into the picture and all of that was thrown out the window.

E - Equal; Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He gives off dom vibes, but rlly he’s the more passive one lmao

F - Fighting; Would it be easy for them to forgive you? How do you fight?

It would probably be something along the lines of: Mammon: grrrr you idiot human, I’ll never forgive you! *five minutes later* Mammon: nooooo MC come back dont hang out with my stupid brothers.

G - Gratitude; How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what you’re doing for them?

He acts like he isn’t but really, he is, he’ll just never admit it.

H - Honesty; Do they have any secrets that they hide from you? Or do they share everything?

He gets into a lot of trouble with the witches and he doesn’t want to get you involved. But since he’s a terrible liar you still find out anyways.

I - Inspiration; Did you change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You did! You helped him with his relationship with his brothers.

J - Jealousy; Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh boy, he’s a tsundere for a reason lol. If he wasn’t the avatar of Greed, he’d be the avatar of Jealousy lmao.

K - Kiss; Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I like to imagine that he’s a rlly good kisser dshfbsffdbsh. The first kiss was most likely pretty rushed and a spur of the moment type of thing, where he literally goes “cause i love you idiot,” then proceeds to kiss him.

L - Love Confession; How would they confess to you?

If you’ve seen lesson 20, you know ;)

M - Marriage; Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

At the beginning of your relationship, he’s terrified that you’re gonna leave him cause everyone thinks he’s a scumbag, but then later on he really believes that he wants and will get married to you. He’d probably propose by pulling you into a secluded place away from his brothers, maybe the top of the devildom and then ask the question. And mammon, being mammon would want an extravagant wedding lol

N - Nicknames; What do they call you?

Treasure, baby girl, babe, baby, my human

O - On Cloud Nine; What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s pretty obvious lol, he’s more blushy and clingy than usual. He doesn’t easily express his feelings cause whenever he sees you, he turns into a stuttering blushy mess.

P - PDA; Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Oh man, if he could let the entire Devildom know that you’re going out with him, he would do it. His brothers are tired of him constantly bragging and going “mE AnD mC aRE dATiNG”. But he’s a shy blushy baby about PDA in front of everyone else.

Q - Quirk; Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

I think that mammon would actually be rlly good with kids! He doesn’t seem like it at first but he’s just a big softie for them.

R - Romance; How romantic are they? What would they do to make you happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He doesn’t act all romantic at first, but he’d try his best to make you happy. Something catches your eye? He goes out of his way to go get it for you later.

S - Support; Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s supportive of whatever you want, he believes that you can achieve anything you set your mind to.

T - Thrill; Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He prefers to follow a routine.

U - Understanding; How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

When the two of you start dating, he knows you pretty well. He doesn’t show it but he’s pretty empathetic.

V - Value; How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

This relationship is vvvvvvvvvvvvvv important to him. He’s never had anything like this because he’s constantly being put down by his brothers and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

W - Wild Card; A random Fluff Headcanon.

When the two of you wake up in the morning and you’re trying to get up, he’ll just pull you back unexpectedly and cuddle longer, refusing to let you go.

X - XOXO; Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, he’s a blushy baby, but in private be prepared to have this boi be stuck to your side like glue. He won’t let you go. You probably have to initiate the cuddling first tho.

Y - Yearning; How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Oh man, if you’re gone, he sulks a lot and hides out in his room. He’ll probably just lay on top of his bed scrolling through his gallery looking at pictures of you, or you and him.

Z - Zeal; Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

If it’s you, he’s willing to try his best and achieve it, even if he acts like he’s uninterested. He really cares about you and wants to ensure your happiness.

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#obey me shall we date #obey me #mammon headcanon #shall we date mammon #mammon obey me #mammon x reader #mammon x you #hurricanethedragon #mammon fluff alphabet

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ikingsley · 3 years

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Ina x MC: You’re It

Summary: Ina and Luna celebrate their dating anniversary.

Warnings: Fluff! Sorta?

Tag: @samanthadalton @domakir @kulaykape @hellyeah90sbaby @dopeyouth @kwaj05 @thedaft1 @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @kaitlynliaofanxx @barnibumblr

Author’s Notes: Another installment of Ina and Luna’s future series.

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“Inaaaaaa,” Luna whined.

“Yes?” Ina replied to Luna after quietly whispering into the taxi driver’s ear.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. I promise you’ll like it.”

“So for our dating anniversary, you get to decide on the place without even consulting me? Talk about a power imbalance,” Luna said playfully.

This goddamn woman. Sometimes Ina thought Luna liked teasing her more than she loved her.

“Fine,” Ina huffed. “Do you want to know where we’re going?”

“No! I like the surprise.”

Maddening. Infuriating. Yet after everything, she was still wrapped around her finger.

“You’re something else, aren’t you Lu?”

“I pride myself in being ‘something else.’ You still love me.”

“That, I do.”

A semblance of silence took over the taxi, a first after a whole car ride of playful banter between the women. Instead, the busy outside cacophony took over...a truck horn here, a driver cursing out a pedestrian there...

“We’re here,” the taxi driver announced.

Ina quickly thanked him and left a generous tip on the app. No one deliberately signed up for meddling in the business of a couple in love. Luna reached for the cab door, but was promptly stopped by Ina.

“Nuh-uh. Wait a second.”

Ina hopped out of the car and rushed to the other side of the cab to open Luna’s door. Despite being cursed at by drivers behind her as she held up traffic, she maintained her calm. There were bigger, more important things than a little traffic holdup, especially today.

“You know, you don’t need to be all formal and chivalrous and whatnot,” Luna said as she took Ina’s hand to get out of the car.

“Believe it or not, that was not my intention. I actually am here to cover your eyes before you see your destination.”

Ina felt Luna roll her eyes.

“Always with the ulterior motives, huh?” Luna jested.

This time, it was Ina’s turn to play coy. “Maybe, but you love me regardless.”

“I do.”

The two walked a few hundred feet, Ina behind Luna to shield the world from her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for that woman. Ina vowed to protect her at all costs, cherish her, appreciate her, love her endlessly...It’d only been a year since Ina finally had asked her officially to be with her, but somehow, Ina knew. Ina knew that this was the woman of her dreams, someone she would happily spend the rest of her life with. However, they hadn’t had the marriage conversation yet. Hell, they hadn’t even moved in together yet. She knew Luna wanted to get married, but that would be one day. Sometime in the distant future. Luna was considerably younger than Ina, and Ina accepted the fact that she may have to wait several years to pop the question. She’d figured that she’d wait decades to tie the knot if it had come to that.

“Okay. We’re here,” Ina said, uncovering Luna’s eyes.

“Ina, you did not.”

“I did.”

“I’ve been wanting to do laser tag forever!”

“Well, I had run out of excuses. I figured it was time for me to try it by now.”

Ina took Luna’s hand and led her into the laser tag arena. God, this was so childish, she thought.

“What exactly is that face?” Luna said slyly, smirking up at Ina.

“What? This gorgeous face you fell in love with?” Ina countered.

“It’s a ‘wow Luna, I can’t believe I’m doing this’ face.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I would’ve come here on my own will.”

“Just keep an open mind. Maybe you’ll like it, who knows?”

“I will. I promise.”

Soon, the two were placed into a larger group. They decided to be on opposite teams just so one could have bragging rights. After a few minutes of Luna’s trash-talking, they were separated into their respective teams. Luna smirked over at Ina as the doors opened to the terrain. Game on.

The siren blared over the speakers system, indicating the start of the battle. Ina was situated near the back of the arena, her back crouched against the wall. She knew Luna - she would definitely come looking for her. Luna was too competitive for her own good and she’d be lured to find Ina quickly.

Sure enough, two minutes into the round, Luna lurked near the back where Ina was hiding. She thought she was being discrete, silently searching for partner. Just as she reached the back wall, her vest lit up and an alarm went off.

Crap!

She slowly turned around, only to find Ina smirking at her.

“Gotcha. See you later,” Ina winked at Luna as she slipped back into the darkness.

I’m gonna get her, Luna vowed.

The game progressed with both teams neck and neck in score. A minute flashed on the countdown. Ina then spotted Luna. Just as she was raising her laser gun, Luna put her finger on the trigger.

“Wait!”

And somehow, despite the room full of people, Luna and Ina felt like the only people in the world.

“Truce?” Luna called out.

“Truce.” The countdown slowly approached the thirty second mark and Luna made her way to Ina. She wrapped an arm around Luna, gently kissing her temple.

“Good game,” Ina began to whisper softly into her ear. “I totally got you at the beginning though.”

5...4...3...

Luna wrapped Ina in her arms placing a small kiss in her forehead.

2...1....

Suddenly, she pulled away. At once, Ina’s vest lit up. She looked around, expecting some stranger to have hit her, but was met by Luna’s gaze.

“You...” she grumbled.

“And I totally got you at the end. Oh look who won!” Luna smirked and pointed at the scoreboard. Luna’s sly shot had boosted her own team 100 points higher than Ina’s.

Ina grumbled again in response. “I suppose, but I think it’s rather symbolic.”

And symbolic it was. They were situated in a room full of obstacles, yet somehow fate, destiny, the universe or some higher, inexplicable being had brought them together. It represented that they’d always find each other somehow, and in the end, it would always be them against the world.

Luna quietly reflected on Ina’s words, understanding how their relationship had come to fruition. They slipped out of the laser tag arena and Luna looped her slender arm around Ina’s.

“It’s my turn to give you your anniversary present,” Luna said.

She dragged Ina across New York City, walking past their favorite places...Times Square, the Natural History Museum, Central Park...Ina lingered at each site, remembering dates they had gone on. All of those small, but wonderful moments had led up to this.

“Okay so we’ve only talked about this a little bit but I think we’re ready for it,” Luna turned back to Ina as she walked backwards. She promptly stopped in front of a small building and held her hands out in presentation.

“Here we are!”

“Your apartment?”

“Yeah! Hold out your hands.”

Ina put her hands out as if she were accepting something when she saw Luna go frozen.

Physically Luna was frozen, but her thoughts moved a mile a minute. Yes, she loved Ina. Yes, she had been the one that took her back to her apartment. Yes, she’d stop at nothing until she was happy. But oh god. Commitment was staring her point blank in the face. Moving in together was a huge milestone.

Their relationship was good - the best Luna had ever been in. But her past relationships kept coming to mind. All the fights, all the deceptions, all the mistrust. Luna was unafraid of most things, but she did fear commitment.

“I-” she began.

Ina’s intuition kicked in and redirected her away from the entrance, leaning against the building.

“Hey. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m ready for the next step in this relationship, but it’s our relationship and we need to both agree on its pace. I’m okay with waiting.”

“Thank you. It’s just all this stuff is new to me. I’ve never been in a relationship this serious and I’ve never gotten this far. I was just a hormonal kid in my past relationships - all I cared about was having fun,” she admitted. “And Ina...I’m scared. I trust and love you with all of my heart, but I’m still scared. I’m scared you’ll find a part of me you don’t like and you’ll want out. I’m scared you fell in love with someone who you think is me, but isn’t truly me.”

Luna looked up with tears in her eyes. These were the kind of conversations the two held curled up together in bed, admitting things they’d never even attempted to say aloud before. They built their relationship on love, but also on trust. They’d taken everything with caution. It was these intimate moments that carved their relationship into the one it was today.

“Do you understand what-”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Ina said as she wiped tears away from Luna’s eyes. “For a long time I only focused on my career. My love life always came second. I always wanted to be that youngster at a convention full of well-seasoned anthropologists. At least, that’s what I told myself. I blocked out the very possibility that the true reason I didn’t want a love life may be because of my parents. People who are supposed to love you unconditionally didn’t love Lilian and I like they should’ve. I was so afraid of yet another betrayal. But then I found you. And everything’s just clicked. I don’t have to pretend to be anyone I’m not with you. And I love you for many reasons, but that may be the most prominent.”

And after hearing a sweet and soft declaration of love from Luna, Ina met her girlfriend’s lips. It was then and there that Luna truly understood how much Ina cared for her. That Ina was different from the young, immature men and women from her past. That she’d finally found someone good. Someone who appreciated her. Someone who comforted her. Someone who protected her at all costs.

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? Seriously Luna, this is a big deal. I understand if you want to wait more.”

“I’m sure. For a while now, I’ve dreaded having to come back to my own apartment alone after spending the day at yours. I want this with you. I admit I’m a bit afraid, but that feeling is no where near the feeling that I want to live with you.”

Luna dropped a pair of keys in Ina’s hands as the two rode the elevator up to Luna’s apartment.

“I’m worried, Luna.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“You don’t expect me to live in this shack, right?”

“It is NOT a shack. It is my lovely one-bedroom apartment which is what I could afford in this ungodly costly city after my Belvoire graduation.” Luna giggled as she perched her chin on Ina’s shoulder. “No, silly. It was symbolic. We’re definitely moving into your place.”

“Good. Let’s start packing this place up.”

#ina kingsley #ina x mc #queen b #luna garcia

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mlqcconfessions · 4 years

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*chanting* the boys as dads. the boys as dads. tHE BOYS AS DADS. THE BOYS AS DADS! THE BOYS AS DADS!! (plus points if the kid looks JUST like MC?)

YESS. YESSS.

YESSSSSSSS

MLQC Headcanon - Our little treasure

Victor

He’s the father of a lovely daughter, who looks just like you (to his amusement)

He loves waking up in the morning seeing MC 1.0 and MC 2.0 in bed together

Calls her his little angel (Does that make him Father angel?)

He buys the best presents on her birthday (which unofficially became a celebrated holiday at LFG)

You and your daughter sometimes visit him at the office (much to his delight)

Finishes an entire day’s worth of documents so he can dedicate his time to playing with her

Has her toy kitchen set placed in the corner of his office (so she can bake him a cake while he works which he pretends to eat)

HAS A FRAMED PICTURE OF YOU AND HIS DAUGHTER ON HIS DESK (taken from when you were going apple picking last fall)

He hangs the “I love you” card she made for him on her 3rd birthday on his wall (shows it off to Goldman who doesn’t get paid enough to listen to his boss’ gushes)

Loves the outfits you dress her in (loves it even more when you two are matching)

Hosts the most extravagant parties to celebrate the most random events (the biggest one to date was when she said “dadda” for the first time)

Makes her pudding, but not too often

He wants to prevent her from going to the dentist (just in case she gets scared)

Victor, she’s going to have to go see a dentist someday

He tries hard to not let his daughter become spoiled

He makes her work for rewards

But is actually weak against her tears (you’re the one who has to set your foot down, most of the time)

He looks forward to going home after work (sometimes makes Goldman lock the doors to LFG so he can go home faster)

He loves being greeting by the two of you, while she runs up to hug him

He feels so content in these moments that nothing seems impossible

So he’s ready for another one

Kiro

TWIN. SONS.

SO RAMBUNCTIOUS (he’s actually the loudest one)

He notices their love for music early on

He sings along with them while bathing them

Spends the little break times he has to memorize the opening of their favorite show (he takes on one of the characters to dance with his sons)

He brings his sons to the recording studio, letting them go wild inside

He secretly records them singing in the booth (sets it as his ringtone)

Definitely the type to tell them stories about the monster in the closet, with dramatic sound effects (that’s not what your angelic voice is for, Kiro)

He’s so intrigued at how they look like you (but with blond hair)

Doesn’t like getting mad often, but will do it if he has to (actually pretty scary when he’s scolding them)

He asks Savin all sorts of questions (that he honestly doesn’t want to know the context of)

Savin, how do you remove a ring from a baby’s stomach?

You found out later from Savin (I left the room for 5 minutes, Kiro. And you let the baby swallow your ring?)

Frequent games of “Who can hug mommy the tightest?” (he just picks you up bridal style, letting your legs dangle over the twins’ heads)

Insists he tags along on play dates with the neighborhood kids

He gets along so well with the parents?

Gives standing ovations at their school plays (YES! Do you see those trees? They’re MY trees!)

He makes things like chores and brushing teeth into a game (so they won’t be as hostile towards them)

150% wears matching pajamas with the twins (honestly, it’s like you’re raising 3 kids)

Has mini concerts at home (it’s good that you live in a house, and not an apartment)

WRITES SONGS ABOUT HIS SONS

Performs them on tours ONLY when he knows you’ll bring them there

Has a bedtime routine with them (kiss mommy goodnight, kiss daddy goodnight daddy kisses mommy goodnight)

Always wakes up to see them in weird sleeping positions (takes a picture every time, later makes them into a full album became the present for their 18th birthday)

Lucien

A beautiful daughter, a beautiful wife

Nothing more he could ask for

He’s into making home videos (likes to watch them in between his lectures)

He just likes looking at her (because she reminds him so much of you)

Isn’t reluctant to introduce her to the other professors (but doesn’t like it when they get a little too close)

He can’t hide his triumphant smirk whenever she tells him to pick her up (sorry Dr., it seems my daughter is wary of strangers)

He likes noticing the small details about his child (and how she has the same habits as you)

Like how you stick out your tongue when concentrating

Or how one eye squints a little more than the other when smiling

He buys a tiny lab coat for her (after she said she wanted to be a white fairy princess like her dad)

RAISES. BUTTERFLIES. WITH. HER. (the whole caterpillar to cocoon shabang)

He calls her his Blue Morpho (you’re his Monarch)

Explains every animal during trips to the zoo (she loves calling the animals by their scientific names)

He’s so tall? He has to bend down in order to hold her hand (the reason why he just rolls the stroller instead / just picks her up)

He does little science experiments with her (safe ones, of course)

He takes her word for it when she exclaims how colorful everything is

You sometimes bring her to classes when he’s scheduled to lecture

The class can’t focus while a toddler keeps drawing stuff on the board

He plays picture card games with her

Ok, then what animal is this one?

Leopardus pardalis! (You actually can’t keep up with their conversations sometimes)

He has to hold her hand during her naps (she said it helps her fall asleep better, or something like that)

He’s not complaining

Gavin

He can’t believe this is actually happening

He’s going to be a FATHER

And with YOUR child! (the nurses had to stop him from barging into the room so often)

He insisted that he try the Empathy Belly (so he could exactly know what you were going through during pregnancy)

Didn’t think it would be THIS difficult to just live a daily life

SO PROTECTIVE over his daughter (literally follows closely behind her)

He was honestly worried about being a dad (especially after growing up with that asshole kind of parent)

You put full trust in him because Gavin is DIFFERENT from his father (and now he can believe that)

He loves just how much she looks like you (it’s like watching a mini-you run around the house)

Has workout sessions with her (push-up kisses, squats with her dangling on his shoulders, bench presses with her as weight)

Likes it when she tags along with him to the police station (he brags to the other officers every time)

But bringing her to STF? NO WAY IN HELL (although Eli does come over sometimes)

He changed his diet (from instant ramen) so she could be a healthy child

Has an entire closet full of bandages, ointments, and medicine for when she’s hurt or gets sick (if only he took care of his own injuries like that)

But he is a lot more careful when fighting on the scene

He doesn’t want her to cry over his wounds like LAST TIME (he was so surprised)

Uncle Minor acts as the unofficial godfather (he’s actually good at taking care of kids?)

Gavin teaches her how to ride a 2-wheeled bike (he’s so afraid of letting go, even if she insisted)

He likes taking her out on flights when she’s a little older (they always visit the Ferris wheel afterwards)

He makes another ginkgo bracelet just for her

He has pretend tea parties with her and you (Uncle Minor is the butler for some reason)

He keeps the drawing of you, Gavin, and her safely tucked inside his pocket during missions (it’s his good luck charm)

Doesn’t let her use Sparky, but does let her help him clean it

DEFINITELY THE TYPE TO WALK WITH HER ON HIS SHOULDERS (she’s holding on his neck, chin resting on the top of his head)

Worries about the future boyfriend she’s gonna bring home

Gavin, she’s only 5

Well, yeah but for NOW

WHEW

That was a lot of fluff

Which was your favorite part? Mine would probably be Gavin working out with his daughter (because I’m Birdcop trash like that and actually imagined it)

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starrysupercell · 3 years

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Second paternal-centric piece, centered on the highly dramatic Graveyard Fam! The patchwork family <3

Do I put way too many serious thoughts in things? Maybe. But I am a storyteller.

Heavily headcanon based that I've mentioned before.

Warnings: mentions of formerly living in a toxic and neglectful environment, and a current abrasive and struggling relationship between Mortis and Frank.

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🧟‍♀️📱 Picture Perfect 🦇🎧

Emz awoke naturally, opening her eyes, and blinking away the sleep. She stared up at her ceiling blankly. What a good day's sleep!

She pulled her arm from the tightly wrapped blanket around her and slipped it under her pillow to grab her phone.

She held it above her face to replace the ceiling as the point of interest in her line of sight. It was around 1:30 pm. What have people talked about ever since she went to sleep earlier that morning?

She began to scroll through posts, ready to begin her morning regime of giving only a few hearts to a handful of posts, and maybe even one or two coveted comments from her. (It was best to leave them wanting more!)

However, she froze in her browsing when she quickly noticed a trend in today's posts. A long winded paragraph by some random of how lucky they were, a meme about single mothers, grilling pictures.

Oh, today was no day to lay in bed for half an hour before beginning her day! It was Father's Day. Emz twisted around, trying to roll out of her bedsheets.

"Ogh, stupid covers--!" She grumbled despite the fact that she loved twisting herself up in them. It helped her sleep at night.

The zombie rolled too far one way and gave a cut off yelp as she fell clean off the bed and landed on the ground painfully on her stomach. How embarrassing, she huffed, peeved. She slapped the ground in frustration and pushed herself up with the same palm. She sat on her knees and leaned on her bed, fixing her hair with her other hand. Okay, fail, but at least nobody saw that.

Absent-mindedly, the teen brought her phone up again and unlocked it fluidly. She scrolled through a few posts and ended up giving the first like of the day.

"Wait, no," She said, looking up. She had a plan for today and everything! Emz stood up and slipped her phone into her back pocket. First up, the gifts!

She bounded over to her closet and opened it. There they were. Two gift baskets for today. One for her Uncle, and one for Frank. Emz smiled. They were handmade of course, because premade goodie bags were absolutely lame!

As if she would settle for giving anything less than perfection. No, she hand picked what would go into each basket, decorated and placed it to be aesthetically pleasing, and wrapped it up with a gorgeous ribbon. She's even refrained about bragging about any of this online, to keep it absolutely secret. Man, was she just amazing or what? That was rhetorical, of course. She knew she was flawless already.

Like an instinct to survive, Emz had her phone out of her pocket and in front of her once more, camera open. She winked and stuck her tongue out with a smile, and took a picture. She grimaced.

Ugh, she had to go through her morning routine first and then take another picture afterwards. This was a terrible excuse for a selfie. With that thought in mind, Emz stretched properly, and strolled to her bathroom.

"Talk to me, Franklin. You know it's a mutual effort." Mortis said, poking Frank's cheek. He was leaning over the back of the couch where Frank was sitting at. The big guy tilted his head away with a grunt. His eyes were trained on the television as he tried his best to tune out the vampires.

"...Is this still about the dishes?" Mortis decided to guess since he refused to answer. "I'll have you know that I got started on them the other day. But then I got a call that simply couldn't go unanswered." Mortis paused and studied the lack of change in grump level in Frank. Okay. Maybe not that. "...If this is about my bats, I am not making them sleep outside. They like it in here. Only Robata likes it outside." Still no answer. Mortis tapped on his chin. What else could possibly be on his spouse's mind? It was already hard to believe that Franklin was mad at him, but he was just not budging in giving any hints. (Yet again!)

"Ugh," Frank grunted. "It's not just about the dishes or the bats." He started to explain quietly. Mortis leaned in attentively with a small smile on his face. Oh, it was such a rare treat now when Franklin opened up to him. Even if this was about an argument, Mortis adored the fact.

"It's about the fact that you still make excuses for your laziness." He finished.

Mortis frowned. Except for when he spouted spiteful lies and insults! "They aren't excuses! I'm telling you what happened. You know, you're not the only who lives here, Franklin. There's a thing called--"

"Good afternoon~!" Emz called out, stepping down the staircase with flourish.

Mortis ruffled Frank's hair and lowered his voice. "Hold that thought." With a pirouette, he shot a cheerful grin at Emz. "Poisoned Apple! Good afternoon!" The gravedigger greeted. Frank was annoyed, but he held up a hand to wave at Emz pleasantly. With his other hand, he turned the volume down on the show he was watching.

"Hi!" Emz said, stopping right before she reached the bottom. She was using the railing to hide the baskets. "You guys know what today is, right?"

"....Sunday?" Mortis questioned happily.

"I guess so, yeah," Emz said, "But beyond that."

Frank blinked and shook his head lightly.

"It's..." Emz paused for dramatic effect, and then lifted the baskets into view. "Father's Day! Look what I made!"

"Ooh," Mortis smiled, fangs glinting. He held his arms out as Emz walked forward to hand him his basket.

"This is for you and--" she moved on to Frank. "--this is for you!"

Mortis marveled at the items he could see, and turned it to see it from a different angle. The plastic wrap crinkled as he did this.

Frank smiled at her as she passed it over to him. With just a glance, he could already see some of his favorite things in there, he placed it aside and stood, prompting her for a hug as he walked around the sofa.

Emz was wrapped and lifted up in his large stature, pleasantly smiling. "I'm glad you both liked it." She laughed, muffled.

"Naturally," Mortis remarked, "Your craftsmanship is to die for!"

Emz was finally let go by Frank, landing on the floor. "Oh, tell me about it," she smirked. "I stayed up a couple of days ago finishing those up and they turned out perfectly!" She flipped her hair with an obvious flourish. "You can go on gushing," she said, only half jokingly as she brought out her phone to idly glance through any messages.

Mortis laughed in amusement. Frank smiled patiently. Emz was sharp around the edges, but she was endearingly so. As long as she didn't go too far...

"Oh, yeah!" She put her phone away. "You should both, like get dressed up. There's an event on the beach later on tonight, and I was thinking we could go out today. Like... my treat."

"You?" Mortis voiced for both he and Frank. "You have money?"

"Yeah? I save up. Don't you?" She asked haughtily. "Or do you just not want to go?"

Frank gave short laugh, and patted his stomach in jest. Mortis shrugged in amusement, catching on to Frank's joke. "Well, if you think you have enough for Frank, we'll be your guests, sweetheart."

"Oooh, futuristic," Mortis marveled, taking off the wide-brimmed hat he wore as the Trio walked inside. They were at the Zero-Gravity diner. It was a part of Starr Force's attractions.

A bored-looking feline straightened up in attention as the doors slid open. "Welcome, Civilians!" She greeted from her silvery podium. "Feeling low on energy? If you want to help out Colonel Ruffs in his quest against the Dark Lord, you should fill up while you've got the chance." She recited in character, "Luckily, you're safe here, and we've got plenty of foodstuffs that'll fill you up! So, how can I help you today?"

Emz scoffed. Did Kit not recognize them or something? "You could have skipped the spiel. Like, you know that we're Brawlers, right?"

The cat blinked slowly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay. What do you want then?"

"I've got a reservation for three, under Emz."

Kit shifted her focus to the high-tech screen right beside her. It was see through. From the perspective of the Graveyard Trio, the images, texts and buttons were flipped.

Kit pressed through a few buttons, navigating through menus, and then confirmed Emz's arrival. "Alright. If you'll follow me." She picked up three devices from her podium, and began to lead the way through the restaurant. Her tail swished as she walked along.

When they got to the table, Kit waited until they were seated and placed the devices in front of the three. "Press the blue button to activate your menus." She said.

Mortis pressed it, and a holographic screen flashed into view, akin to Kit's own screen at her podium. He laughed. "This is spectacular! We should add a horror-themed restaurant to our section. It would be a hit!" Mortis exclaimed. "What say you two?"

"Ooh, that'd be sooo cute! I can run it." Emz said.

Frank grunted, and pressed the menu button. It didn't spring to life like Mortis' did, so he pressed it again, and then once more even rougher. It broke under his strength.

"Oh," Kit reached over. "Sorry about that. You can hand me the pieces, and I'll get you a replacement menu. I'll be right back." Frank did so, a bit embarrassed.

As soon as Kit was out of earshot, Emz laughed. "Our place won't have cheap stuff like here though."

Mortis grinned. Frank was less than amused and gave a shrug. It was simply an accident, and they shouldn't be rude about it.

Kit returned and activated the device before handing it to Frank. "Here you go. While you look through that, what can I get for you to drink?" She asked, readying a tablet.

"I'll have a peach iced tea." Emz told Kit.

"I'll have a glass of Merlot." The mortician decided.

Great. Now he'd have to drive. Frank rolled his eyes, and looked through the sodas.

Mortis looked over at him. "What would you like, Franklin?"

After eyeing the selections, he pointed out his choice. Mortis made a face and looked at Kit. "He'll just have a Coke."

"Okay. I'll get that to you. A waiter will be right out to get the rest of your order." Kit said. She departed from the table.

Emz hummed and stood up. "I'll be right back. Remember- order whatever you want! I'm paying." She reminded, smoothing out the cute dress she wore and then walking off towards the restroom.

Mortis watched her go, and then moved aside the menu device.

"Okay, Franklin. Let's talk." he interlocked his fingers like this was a business deal.

Frank ignored him, swiping through the menu.

"This is a fancier restaraunt. Emz is treating us, and you can tell how important this is to her, can't you? I hope you do."

Mortis paused for any telling gesture or expression, but Franklin remained quiet. The mortician continued. "Well, it'd be great if you'd drop the pettiness, if only for tonight. This is between us, not Emz."

Frank glowered at Mortis. Pettiness? Him? The big guy shoved aside the device now. He was tired of Mortis' tone and habits and everything.

"Don't even think of causing a scene here, Franklin," Mortis tensed up. "Think about Emz!" Frank frowned.

"Here are your drinks, Sirs." the black cat returned. She either didn't notice or chose to ignore the quiet tension at the table as she put the drinks down and then left.

Frank grumpily put his face in his hand. "Fine. But you're being a dick." Frank said.

Mortis was offended. "How!?" He asked indignantly.

"Drinking without even asking me, nitpicking what I want, and those are on top of the bats and dishes. And I bet you're ready with some excuse now too." Frank listed.

Mortis clamped his mouth shut. He was going to point out that it was only one, and that plain old coke at a more fancy place, really? But, that would just prove Franklin right. "Well," he struggled on what to say for only a second before finding a string. "You always keep things to yourself! How am I supposed to guess what you're thinking? You wait and get mad and then out of the blue, you just attack me!"

Frank furrowed his brows and looked aside, feeling a bit guilty.

"Hey!" Emz arrived and sat down, and scooched up in her chair. "You guys are being an itty bitty loud, you know? I'm sure you don't want people staring."

"Uhh..." Mortis said. "I suppose not. So... Franklin." He said awkwardly, trying to think of some different topic. "I think... our Brawl Ball strategy should change." He sighed, disappointed in himself. How weak of a subject.

Emz was puzzled and looked like she wanted to say something. So, of course, she did voice her thoughts. "Weren't you guys talking about, like being mad or whatever?"

"No....?" Mortis said. "Nobody's mad here. Am I right, Franklin?"

"Uh. Yeah." The big guy shrugged.

Emz pursed her lips. "Right... So this afternoon too?"

Mortis gave a tight smile. "This afternoon?" He pretended.

Emz was merciless in completely demolishing this lie. "This morning, when I walked downstairs, Frank was on the couch with the T.V. on. It wasn't muted, even though you were beside him presumably chatting. That's some weirdo way to talk if you weren't mad at someone." She said, matter-of-factly. "You think I don't know body language?"

"...." Mortis was stunned. Frank laughed at the absurdity. She had guessed it perfectly!

Emz crossed her arms though. She waited for Frank's chuckle to die down. "So, what gives? You two are going to start lying to me all of a sudden?" She looked between the two, waiting impatiently for an answer.

".....No." Mortis said finally.

"Then?"

The vampire faltered. "It's just that... well, you know. The discussions Frank and I gave, ah, doesn't have to do with you? So... why involve you?" Mortis managed.

"Okay? But, like, why lie about it." She repeated. She had an inkling about it now, given both of their awkward glances and fidgets. Her sharp tone softened, and she sighed inaudibly. Guess it was sappy truth time.

She looked down at the table, focused on the closed menu device. "I know you two argue. Like. Duh. That's normal. And, I'm guessing that you want to pretend like everything's peachy because you don't want to remind me of... well, you know who already!" She shook her head. "But I'm okay, really. I actually wake up on my own and not from endless yelling, and I'm not picked up hours late from wherever because you never agreed on whose turn it is to pick me up.." Emz paused, feeling quite at unease from sharing this, but pushed through. This was just another step at breaking her own tough shell. "What I'm trying to say is, simply arguing isn't going to remind me of my 'parents.' You two are leagues better, okay? I know you actually care about me. So you dont have to lie to me. Bicker and argue all day until your jaws fall off. You wouldn't be my Uncle Mortis and Frank without it." She smiled up at them.

Mortis had his upper face covered, just about already to cry. "Emz... I don't know what to even say..."

Frank leaned to her and gave her a kiss on her head. "It means a lot, sweetheart..." he said genuinely. Maybe he still had things to learn... He glanced over at Mortis who happened to look up then from his heartfelt pause. "I think I speak for the both of us."

They exchanged a soft smile.

"How about a picture?" Emz asked as she held her phone up.

"That sounds grand," Mortis sighed contentedly. Frank nodded with a smile.

The graveyard family bunched in together to fit into Emz's screen that she held up for all of them. On their way to posing for the perfect picture, their glasses were knocked down. The mixture of the three drinks short-circuited the menus, stained the white tablecloth and started to drip on the floor. Kit was walking by at that moment to check on another table when she saw the damage. That troublemaking team. Her tail swished around dangerously. She pulled a communicator out of her pocket and held it up to talk into it. She never took her eyes off of the Graveyard Trio. "Colonel Ruffs. This is MerXanary Special Agent Kit. Over."

"Roger!" He answered. There were squeaks in the background. No doubt the new Private was fooling around.

"There's Brawlers here giving me trouble. I'm requesting backup at the Zero-Gravity Diner. I'm going in now. Over."

"Willco." Colonel Ruffs confirmed. Kit pocketed her radio transmitter, and readied to Brawl.

Emz's camera flashed, capturing the moment.

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karasuno-volley · 3 years

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anon request : saw that you were wanting requests and if you still want them.. i’m the needy mf for the job 👁

might i humbly suggest nishinoya (or you can pick someone else im not picky lmao) with a crush who used to get asked out or confessed to as a joke a lot and they think he’s making fun of them when he asks them on a date? if that makes sense 😅☝️

real boys are being assholes to me lately because i dress kind of alternative and they don’t seem to like it! i don’t want them anyways but it kinda hurts still 🙌‼️ i just kinda think about like how no 2d man would treat me like this lmao

thank you so much if you decide to do this volley !!

NISHINOYA YU + ASKING YOU OUT ON A DATE

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a/n : yes! i’m usually only writing requests now because of my intensive course i’m taking lol so keep ‘em coming !! i hope you like this, it was a lot of fun to do and i don’t get to write noya too often :). likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.

For all of the times he’s followed Kiyoko around with Tanaka, Noya knew deep down that she wasn’t really his type. She was pretty and responsible, sure, and he did enjoy goofing around with Tanaka and flirting occasionally, but he’s pretty confident in the fact that Tanaka is actually the one in love with her.

Just tonight, Tanaka was talking about Kiyoko the way someone would talk about someone he’s going to marry. Nishinoya had never felt that way about anyone— come to think of it, had he ever even had a crush?

The moon shines bright over pavement, the glow of the streetlamps lighting his way as he takes his walk back home from the gym. Late night weekend practices gave him time to think about stupid stuff. It’s when he’s thinking about relationships that he sees you a few steps in front of him. Sometime later, he would brag and say it was love at first sight, that there was magic in the air, but for now, Noya yells your name, attempting to catch up to you.

“Hey, uh, Y/N!”

He stumbles at the sudden turn and glare you give him.

You are used to this. The constant teasing and fake confessions. The phony I love yous and begs to go on a date. They were never serious. Each time, you tried to let it roll off your back, but sometimes it really did get to you.

Nishinoya didn’t seem like one of those types, but after three proposals of a date today, you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone someone you barely knew. Though you did feel bad when he stumbles in response to your stare.

You watch as he slows to jog. “Do you need—?”

“No.” You cut him off quickly, and turn to leave almost immediately.

“Wait, hold on!” Noya laughs a little, though it was more nerves than anything. You never really stood out to him in class or around the school due to the uniform, but now that it was Saturday night, he noticed you. “I, uh… I like your outfit.” Why was he feeling this way? Noya wanted to hit himself over the head, forget this ever happened.

“Um, thanks?” You aren’t used to a legitimate compliment. Half of you still thinks someone’s hiding around the corner with a phone on record or something. Before you could say anything, Nishinoya does manage to get out his previous question.

“Do you need a walk home?”

No, you don’t. You know this, but something about Noya’s awkward movements, the way he stares at the ground… “Sure, I guess. If you’re also going this way.”

This nighttime walk home quickly became the routine for the two of you.

Three weeks later, there’s a knock at your door on Saturday morning. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Noya there. He’s still a little awkward around you, no matter how long the pair of you have actually been walking home together. This is the first time you’ve seen each other in daylight, and Noya’s quick to speak.

“Y/N, I just wanted to ask… Do you want to… I don’t know, go somewhere today? You can choose! I just figured since I didn’t have practice tonight that maybe you’d still want to hang out, I guess.”

You watch him for a moment, waiting for the punchline. Noya speaks again, on the verge of rambling.

“If you don’t, then that’s okay. Or if you’re still going to work on some group project or something at the school and want me to walk you home still, I guess I could still show up, or—.”

“Noya.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m one of those guys that do that… thing or whatever, because I’m not! I think I could be really, I guess, good for you? If that makes sense—.”

“Noya!” You finally reach out and grab his hand. Boy, does that shut him up. “I can be ready in the afternoon if you want to go get something to eat. Does that work?” He nods, and a few seconds of silence pass before you suddenly realize you’re still holding his hand. You pull away gently. “I’ll see you at noon, okay?”

Nishinoya finally comes to his senses. “Uh, sure! I’ll be here.”

As the libero walks away from your house and down the street, Tanaka comes out from around the corner, looking expectantly. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Noya says, a huge grin on his face. “I wooed them, of course! As expected of me.” He laughs, jogging on ahead, and Tanaka doesn’t have the heart to say he saw it all from the distance. He shakes his head slightly, before running to catch up with his best friend.

“Oi, Noya! Don’t think you’re getting out of the team run later just because you’re going out with your crush!” He yells, laughing as he attempts to catch up with him.

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idorkish · 3 years

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Herman Kozik SFW Alphabet

Alphabet by @snk-warriors

Warnings: Fluff, some sexual mentions. I needed some more Herman Kozik in my life, so here we are.

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Kozik likes to spend his free time hanging around the house, fixing what he can or just watching movies with his s/o. If he’s feeling up to it, he will drag s/o out of the house for walks around the neighborhood or a drive to someplace to do a hike. Whatever he’s doing, it’s a time to relax and get his minds off of everything.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires their view on life. He and his s/o had such different paths in life that it’s sometimes hard to see the good in life for him. When his s/o starts talking about their passion, he finds them the most beautiful. He can’t get enough of their bright smile, the bounce they do in their seat and their animated hands as they explain something completely foreign to him.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Kozik is no stranger to dark thoughts clouding his mind. For a long time, it’s why he turned to drugs to tune it all out. So when he finds his s/o having a panic attack, he’s right at their side doing whatever they need him to. Do they just need someone to remind them to breathe? He’s having them take in breaths for a a 5 count, hold it for 7, and release for 8. He will keep repeating until their breaths even out and he can figure out what triggered the attack. Do they need someone to just let them sit on their lap and curl up? Well then, grab your favorite blanket and crawl into his open arms because he will hold his s/o for as long as needed.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Kokiz still dreams of a picaresque life. He wants the little white fence, a dog running around the yard chasing after 2 or 3 little kids. He wants his s/o home, taking care of the house while he is out taking care of everything else for them.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Kozik is always the Dominant. What he says goes. He does it out of love for his s/o and his desire for their safety.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

This is going to depend on what caused the fight. Cheating, lying, or hiding something behind his back? There is going to be a big fight that will take a while to get over. He knows he’s not always around, physically and emotionally, and he has cheated in the past so he knows in his gut that it’s bound to happen eventually.

The fights are loud, he will never lay a hand on his s/o but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to take his frustration out elsewhere. He might go out shooting, to the gym to box off some steam, or he might tag along with Happy for a job or too that require more physical brute.

In the end, he is going to take the deepest breath he can and head back home. He doesn’t want things to end and wants to work stuff out, even if it’s tough.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Kozik is eternally grateful that the universe decided to send him his s/o. They dote on him when he’s home and understand when he has to keep them in the dark. When his s/o leaves him a packed lunch for days he’s working at the garage, his heart swells. It’s all the little things that his s/o does that makes him want to be better.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

At first, there were so many secrets. Kozik has been through this before and did not care to be an open book. He kept the happenings of the club a secret, the drugs, the drinking, everything. He wanted to keep the two bubbles of his life separate, and it stayed that way for a while, until it became too much for him. It took him time to slowly open up, but open up he did. He told his s/o about his history of drug abuse, how he was trying to stay sober from it but switched to alcohol and sex. Even if it wasn’t much of an abuse of the 2, he knows he used them as an escape. He slowly introduced his s/o to his other life and the relief at acceptance of that lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders. He doesn’t share 100% of what goes on at the club, but that’s the agreement that him and his s/o came up with. They just want to know when he’s traveling, who he’s with, when he’s coming home, and a few texts to know he’s safe.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or help them overcome personal problems?

They helped inspire each other to be better at something. Kozik always wanted to find a hobby that had nothing to do with the garage. His s/o encouraged him to take up blacksmithing or leatherworking. Kozik found he very much enjoyed the heat and pounding on steel. His first piece was a small pointed steel pendant that he added to a chain and gifted his s/o.

For his s/o, they always wanted to learn to ride a horse. So he put money aside and bought them lessons. As they got better at it, and wanted to do it more, he paid for more and then bought them their very own horse and a spot at the local stable.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Kozik gets jealous very easily. He still has intrusive thoughts that make him wonder why his s/o is still there when there are others with less dangerous targets on their heads. So if anyone starts flirting with his s/o, Kozik is there to wrap an arm around their shoulder or waist and pulls them close, kissing on their neck and letting the other know that this person is HIS.

His s/o also has jealousy issues. Kozik has cheated in the past, they’ve worked through it and have acknowledged it but when the crows pay Kozik a little too much attention, it’s hard not to let the green monster rear its ugly head. His s/o will take a seat at the clubhouse and nurse their drink for as long as they stay.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kozik has had time to perfect his kissing skills. The first kiss was awkward, it always it but it didn’t take him long to figure out what his s/o liked and he used that to his advantage.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It was a slip of the tongue honestly. Things were so chaotic with the club and life in general. There had been an extended lockdown and he couldn’t get you off his mind. He knew you were safe in the clubhouse but he was on edge. When it was all said and done, and he made his way to his room and found you laying on his bed, laptop next to you playing a movie, he blurted it out, scaring his s/o so much they fell off the bed.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He is terrified of getting married, even the thought of getting married. You were his partner, you lived together, shared everything. What was the point of getting married? When Opie and Lyla tied the knot, he caught his s/o’s wistful looks and sighs and he know, oh boy did it hit him like a ton of bricks, but he knew. He needed to marry you and make everything official. He got his brothers and Gemma involved. Gemma kept his s/o out of the house while everyone else got it prepped. His s/o had no idea what was going on, until Gemma dropped them home and all the lights were out inside, the only lights coming from the backyard. And there he was, fairy lights strung up all around, him in a button up shirt and slacks, and a candlelit dinner smack in the center. Once married, there are still plenty of ups and downs. Kozik and his s/o still have jealous moments, they still fight, but at the end of the day, Kozik remembers why they married.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Kozik calls his s/o the classics - babe, baby, sweetheart

His s/o gives him various names - babe, Kozzy bear, Hermie, Hermiester, Manny, sweetie

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It is sickeningly obvious to everyone around them that Kozik and his s/o are in love. It was obvious before they dated, while they dated, and after they married. They express themselves with touch, a hand on the back, arms wrapped around the others’ shoulders or waist.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Gods, they wish Kozik would sometimes just shut up about his s/o. The only times he shuts up is at the parties, when his s/o is planted firmly on his lap. His is never hesitant to kiss or grab a feel, who cares if anyone sees.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Kozik is a mechanic and super handy around the house. Who needs to call a handyman when s/o has their own Herman to fix everything.

S/o makes sure Kozik takes care of himself. He gets too wrapped up in others that he often puts himself last.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

It honestly depends on the day. There are some days where Kozik is the epitome of romance - flowers, bubble baths, and a fancy night out. Other times, it having his s/o put on their riding gear and traveling up to Tacoma for the weekend.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He tries, he really does, but there are days he has no idea how to support his s/o. If they were trying to start a business, well you have as much financial support as he can muster. Are you wanting to learn some new hobbies, well he’ll do what he can to find you someone to help. Want to learn to ride your own bike, as much as he would love nothing more to help, he knows he doesn’t have the best patience for teaching, so he asks Clay or Bobby for help. No matter what, Kozik believes 100% in his s/o and hopes they do the same for him.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

There are very few things Kozik will say “no” to. Threesomes, public sex, sex under the stars? Check, check, check. Bondage, whips, sensation play? Ooooh, check-a-roo-galore! He’s always up to try something new, the only no so far has been sharing. He knows they’re both too jealous to bring another in, so he’s all too OK to keep his s/o to himself.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Kozik’s s/o is far superior in this, he can admit to that. He tries but he is not that empathetic. He gets when his s/o is upset and does what he can to cheer them up, he gets the dark voices in the head that lead to a spiral of insecurities, he can handle all that dark stuff. But if someone says something, which in his mind is insignificant and unworthy to be listened to, he doesn’t get what it does to his s/o. Who cares what the cretins of the town had to say anyway?

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

At first, it scared Kozik how much the relationship meant to him. So he did what he thought he was best at, he found warmth in another woman’s arms and tried to push you away. As his s/o stuck it out and proved they were willing to work on the relationship, it became one of the most important parts of Kozik’s life. He has said that we was willing to give up the club if they ever made him pick them or his s/o.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

When Kozik is sick, he is the biggest baby ever. He doesn’t want his s/o out of arms reach. He will whine and pout until his s/o is back by his side and lets him rest his head on their lap. He loves the way his s/o will run their fingers through his hair, make sure he is fully wrapped up, and has everything he needs close by. He loves being pampered and babied, and will even feign sickness for another day or two to keep it going.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Kozik is SUPER affectionate. He doesn’t care whether it’s in public or private. His hands are always somewhere on his s/o, whether it’s their hip or shoulder. He loves being able to pull them close and press kisses to their temple.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Runs are the worst. For his brothers. Kozik will whine and constantly be on his phone sending texts back and forth with his s/o. He is bound to have something of theirs tucked away in his pack for the night. Whether for a few hours or more than a day, he is pining to be next to his s/o.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Kozik has often “joked” he was willing to kill someone for his relationship with s/o. He had hoped it would never get to that, but his s/o knows he is 100% serious on that “joke”. Kozik has had so much taken away from him in life that he refuses to let anything happen to his relationship. Even if it means killing.

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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My Affection

About: 1.7k about Chris falling in love after hearing you read bedtime stories to his cousins after a family party.

A/N: Okay two things, 1) I didn’t use any names for the cousins because I didn’t know them lol and writing about real kids made me feel weird for some reason 2) I really could not write this without Spanish because I cannot see Chris speaking English unless he has to. I speak 1% Spanish and I’m 99% proficient in google translate so cut me some slack or educate me! I’d love to learn more.

Song: My Affection by Summer Walker & PARTYNEXTDOOR

“Ay! Por favor, mis hijos, dejar de correr por toda la casa!” you hear Chris’s mom yell before three of his cousins zoom by you as you closed the living room door. “Dios mío, ayudame!” Chirs laughed at them driving his mom crazy. He taught them so well.

“Mami! Estoy aquí,” he said grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen, “y con mi amor.” You blushed at that, and he pulled you closer to press a kiss to the top of your head. “MAMI-” he started yelling until his mom came out of the kitchen glaring at him.

“How are you always yelling?” she asked, unable to fight the smile on her face as her son squeezed the life out of her in a hug.

“POR QUE TE AMO MAMI.” She smiled and rolled her eyes in your direction, making you laugh, wondering how either of you had tolerated him for so long.

“Estoy feliz que tu estas aqui, pero,” she said moving away from him and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m happier your here to take him away when I get annoyed.” You laughed and hugged her back.

“Mami!?”

“It’s true,” she said and shrugged.

“Chris!! Estas aqui!?” Suddenly the patter feet of four kids came running down the hallway to attack Chris at his feet.

“My favorite cousins! Ven acá!” He crouched down to hug all of them.

“Perfecto, Chris, entertain them while (Y/N), and I finish up in the kitchen,” she said to him and his fan club, “hopefully, they’ll tire each other out and we both get an easy night,” she whispered to you. You laughed and smiled at Chris already on the floor playing with the kids. Safe from being picked in tag, you and his mom were in the kitchen moving the various dishes into ceramic containers to be placed on the table. “So, como estas? Are you good? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry we haven’t been over in a while. Chris’ schedule plus mine has been so hectic, but I promise we’ll make more time.”

“That’s all I want, both of you around more. Hadn’t seen you in so long, I almost thought Chris did something stupid and you broke up with him, but he just didn’t want to tell me.” You laughed because that was far from the truth. Finally, things were going well, and you were just taking the time to bask in it before another tour or rumor mill ruin everything.

“Chris? Doing something stupid? Never,” you said sarcastically, causing both of you to laugh. Chris looked up from whatever game he was playing, losing interest because he forgot all the made-up rules. Seeing you and his mom made his heart do a weird thing he’s never felt before. He’s not sure if it’s what everyone is talking about when they brag about their love life. He knows he loves his mom. He knows he loves his family, his band, his fans, but he doesn’t know what to compare what he feels to because he’s never felt this before. Sure he’s had girlfriends and women he’s said he loved, but he doesn’t even begin to know how to process what he feels. How does he even ask the guys about this when he doesn’t fully understand himself. All he’s sure of is seeing you with his mom makes him feel comfortable like this is how everything should always be.

“Chris! You’re not even trying!” they all shouted at him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Lo siento, let’s start over.” More of the Velez family started to trickle into the home as the night went on, everyone running on their own version of Miami time.

“Dale, todos estan aqui! Vamos comer!” This was your favorite part. Everyone was around the table just happy to be connected. Plates were passed and drinks were poured, it only took seconds for the family to make you feel like you belonged. A Velez party lasts till the last person leaves, but that rule did not apply for kids.

“Bueno, niños, es hora de irse a la cama!” They all groaned and quickly ran to hide behind Chris.

“Chris isn’t going to bed yet!”

“Yeah, he’s still awake, and you call him a kid all the time!”

“Hey!” Chris whined at the comment. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Chris isn’t going to bed because Chris is helping clean up.” The look on his face was priceless.

“Qué estoy haciendo?!” He asked confused, which only made the kids giggle more. He was about to protest until his mom shot him “the look” that everyone knows so well, shutting him up immediately. “Sorry, queiro jugar pero I still have to listen to my mom too,” he explains before slumping over exaggeratedly, like washing a dish was the biggest chore in the world.

“What if while Chris is stuck doing chores,” you proposed to the kids while sticking your tongue out at Chris, “I read you a story before bed?”

“Yes!”

“Sí!”

“Vamos!” They all agreed, already pulling on your hands and forcing you towards their room.

“Wow, replacing me como eso? Pensé que estoy tus favorito?”

“You’re only our favorite when (Y/N) isn’t here.” The look of hurt flashed across his face only made them burst into more giggles.

“Mean!” he said before stomping out of the room, sure to whip back around the corner and shoot you a wink, mouthing “thank you” before he truly left.

“Vamos! Let’s read!” you said, letting them guide you to their room. Once inside, each of them ran to pick out their favorite book and jump into bed, vigorously patting their side waiting for you to join them.

“Me first! Quiero esto!” she said holding up a big, red book with “Los Tres Cerditos” plastered across it. All the kids listened carefully as you started.

“Érase una vez que había una mamá cerda que tenía tres cerditos. Ella los amaba mucho, pero no había suficiente comida para alimentarlos, así que los cerditos tuvieron que ir a buscar su suerte.” You could see their eyes drooping as you got to the end of each book, their bodies sinking further and further into their comforters. You were about to get up and sneak out until you were caught.

“We’re not--,” a small voice interrupted itself with a yawn, “tired yet.” You laughed to yourself before turning around and sitting on one of their beds.

“No estás cansada? I read all the stories you pick out; I’m out of books!” More yawns broke out as they all forced their eyes to stay open.

“You tell us a story.” You watched all three of them snuggle up, waiting for your voice to finally push them to sleep.

“Vale, how about a poem this time? Algo que mi papá siempre leía a mi mamá, luego me leyó?” Far too tired to speak, they all nodded their heads and waited for you to start. You took a second to make sure you remembered all the words, and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the footsteps coming towards the door. “Querido amor, llenas mi vida de color. Esa dulce sonrisa que a mis ojos hipnotiza. Hizo que me enamorara de ti muy aprisa.” A soft smile covered all the kids faces, including Chris who had made himself comfortable at the door, leaning in quietly to eavesdrop. “Cuando cercas de mi estas tu corazón. Mi corazon tus pasos siente cuando siempre estas presente. Es tan fuerte este amor que siempre esta en mi mente. Nuestro amor vence barreras que es tan valiente. Nuestro amor vence barreras que es tan valiente. Tu eres mi gran ilusion a mi petences y en mis sueños amaneces.” After hearing you were done, Chris slipped out of the room and waited by the door. You beamed at all the kids who were fast asleep. You waited a minute watching their chests rise and fall before you went to get up. You closed the door quietly before being attacked by your boyfriend. You were about to scream before he slapped his hand around your mouth.

“Nena, relájate. Están durmiendo,” he said laughing a little to himself.

“You scared me! I thought you were doing dishes!” He rolled his eyes and pulled you away from his room.

“I was, pero I wanted to check on you. So I came just in time to hear your little poem.” His smirked caused you to blush, finally realizing the footsteps meant he heard the whole thing.

“Chrissss,” you whined burying your face into his neck.

“Aye, mi amor, don’t get shy on me now.” If you could see him, you would’ve seen him looking down at you with so much love and pride, he didn’t even know what to do with it. “Quiero decir gracias, porque you didn’t have to help me out with them or read each of them a story.” That made you look up and him and he shot you a shy grin. “Ok maybe I was listening in for a while but anyway. I love that about you, how you’re always willing to help me or my family like they’re you’re own, and carajo…” he trailed off, forcing you to pull away and keep eye contact.

“Chris--”

“I love you.” He blurted it out so the feelings didn’t stay trapped inside him. “It might be early or whatever, but I love you, and I’ve thought it for a while now pero I didn’t know if I was sure, but I know now. You are the just the fucking best thing in my life right now. Even my cousins like you more than me! But we’ll talk about that later. Just,” he looked away and laughed softly, trying to cover up how vulnerable he felt right now. “Thank you for dealing with me and my craziness and my family and me going on tour and the boys and I could go go on forever, but want to go home and hold you, mi amor.”

“Aww, Chris!” you gushed.

“And maybe some sexy stuff,” he added.

“I’m in love with an idiot.”

“SI MAMI, VAMOS! MAMI WE’RE LEAVING!”

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Steve Rogers Fluff Alphabet

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A/N: I decided to change the template that I used for the Paul Lahote alphabet to this one. I hope you enjoy it! This template is by @snk-warriors.

I redid this, so hopefully my tags will actually work this time.

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Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Since Steve is so well known, he tries to steer clear of popular places. One of his favorite things to do is take you to hole in the wall restaurants. Steve’s also a big fan of staying home with you and having you show him entertaining stuff on the internet.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Steve loves how you’re willing to stand up for what you believe in. People often tease him about being “too moral”, so he feels like you’re the only one who understands where he’s coming from.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Steve himself has had a few breakdowns, and has spoken to a therapist about it, so he often uses what his therapist has said to help you. If that doesn’t work, he’ll stay with you and try to distract you.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Steve definitely wants to get married. It’s one of the customs from his time that he’s still holding on to. He’d want to have kids and pets, but his job at Shield and being a superhero doesn’t really leave enough time to raise a family. Eventually, he’ll pass on his title and will be free to go wherever and do whatever you both desire.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Steve is more in the middle. At times he feels like he should take control because that’s what men did in the 1940s, but he gets tired of being dominant because he’s constantly in control at Shield. He’s very adaptable, so his role depends on yours.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Steve’s very forgiving. In his line of work, he’s had way too many close calls to hold a petty grudge. He wants to make every second with you count, so he doesn’t want to waste them fighting. He always tries to diffuse any arguments before they can become too serious.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Steve is extremely grateful. He knows what it’s like to have people who only want him because he’s famous or for his appearance, so he was very pessimistic about finding the right one for him. However, you completely changed that. You showed Steve genuine kindness and loved him for him. You allowed Steve to experience actual love for the first time in years, and he’s forever grateful for that.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

The only secrets he hides are about missions and some of his feelings. Steve could get into a lot of trouble by sharing mission details with you, so he tries to keep the missions to himself.

Steve comes from a time where showing certain emotions were considered “unmanly”, so he’s used to keeping his emotions to himself. However, he started opening up more to you after you proved to him that you wouldn’t judge him.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes! Prior to meeting you, Steve basically put on a show for the public by behaving the way that they expected him to. You showed him that it was okay to be whoever he wanted to be, which no one had really done after he woke up.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Steve does get jealous easily. At times, he still views himself as a skinny, little kid from Brooklyn that no one took a second glance at. Steve would never bring up his jealousy and tends to suffer in silence (until you reassure him).

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Steve is freakishly good at most things, kissing being one of them.

Your first kiss was very gentle and sweet. Steve had asked for permission to kiss you after your first date, so with your approval he proceeded to kiss you at your front door.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He confesses that he loves you when he’s in the hospital. Steve had gotten hurt on a mission and you went to visit him. He knew that he would heal quickly, but the thought that he could have died before he got to confess made him want to immediately tell you. So, he told you that he loved you as you held his hand.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He wants to get married, but actually settling down and living a slow-paced life might not be an option for him at first.

Steve proposes at home because he felt like a lot of good memories were created there, and not to mention that it was away from prying eyes.

You both decide on a small wedding. Steve manages to find a not well known chapel for your wedding. Bucky even gets ordained to perform the ceremony!Overall, it’s very quaint, but full of love.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Doll. It was a popular nickname in Steve’s day that he found to be pretty fitting for you.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Steve may not think he’s being very obvious, but it’s quite clear to others. He looks at you a lot and often gets distracted. Steve expresses his feelings through acts of service. He believes one of the best ways he can show you he cares is by being useful.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He lets fans know that he’s taken, but he never mentions you by name. He’s way too protective to want to risk you getting hurt by a crazy fan or villain.

Steve is pretty shy about kissing you in front of others, but he’ll never reject a kiss.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His remembers everything! It’s made for some embarrassing moments for you, but it’s ultimately done more good than harm.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Steve loves going all out for you. He never really had any partners growing up, so he feels lucky that you actually like him. He’s more cliché... roses, chocolate, jewelry, the whole nine yards! He’ll definitely tone it down if you ask him though.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Definitely! Steve is your biggest fan. He’ll often motivate and encourage you to continue pursuing your goals when you feel like giving up.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Steve is a huge fan of routine. He doesn’t mind switching things up from time to time, but he usually isn’t the one to initiate any changes. The only exceptions would be birthdays and if he thought you were getting bored.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Steve knows you very well, but whenever you have a sudden mood change it might take him awhile to pick up on it. However, once he does, he instantly becomes concerned. He’ll do anything to make things better.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is extremely important to him. Steve feels like he doesn’t have many people he can call friends, but he knows that he can always rely on you to be there for him, which is one of the reasons he fell in love with you. So, he’s determined to maintain your relationship.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Steve essentially remembers everything you mention to him, which he often uses to his advantage. On your first anniversary, Steve wanted to surprise you by recreating your first date. The food and music were exactly the same. You ended up in near tears from laughing after witnessing Steve’s attempts at serenading you. By the end of the night, he most definitely scored major points in your book.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, Steve is more reserved, but he’ll gladly hold your hand.

When alone, he definitely loves to kiss and hug you. He often tells you he loves you out of the blue.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

If he’s missing you, Steve will usually try to call you. If he’s unable to, he’ll bust out his sketchbook and draw you. That way he’ll at least have a piece of you with him.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

If you’re at the beginning of your relationship, then he might not. If you’ve been dating for awhile, then he’ll definitely do whatever it takes to keep the relationship going. He basically went to war for Bucky, so he’d definitely have the same energy with you. I feel sorry for the person who tries to get in the way of your relationship.

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periminkle · 4 years

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Orphic | 02

After moving into your own place, it seems life is finally going your way; the path to independence leading you to a quaint suburban town where even the grass seems to grow a little greener. Although a shocking encounter leads you to believe that perhaps appearances can be quite deceiving.

pairing: hybrid!jk x reader (first person)

genre: hybrid au, angst, fluff

word count: 7.0k

rating: PG-15

warnings: animal cruelty, death, blood, swearing

author’s note: I cut this chapter into two parts bc it was turning into a monster :((( i did try to research DNA and genes and all that fancy stuff but it was too much for my small brain, so beware of inaccurate facts!!! also wanted to say that my heart hurt writing this </3

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The light breeze fluttering through the back door enveloped the bare skin of my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

I couldn’t recall the last time I lounged around the house in the morning—not flurrying around like a chicken with its head cut off, in a rush to catch the bus. If it wasn’t work then it was grocery shopping, borrowing articles and studies from the library or filling my car’s empty gas.

Consequently, I refused to change out of the oversized sweater and the lousy pair of bright yellow shorts that currently adorned my laden figure. With any luck, the comfort from the soft articles of cloth would somehow seep into my mental state as well.

Yet the optimistic notion wasn’t proving its validity thus far, becoming a more of a burden due to the lack of a proper barrier between my humble abode and the wilderness outside.

For the most part, the structure of the door was left unharmed but the handle containing the lock that had been smashed into was another matter completely. Upon further examination, accompanied by an hour of fiddling around with the busted latch, it seemed to be a problem beyond my capabilities. I reluctantly admitted defeat and ordered a replacement.

With nothing to secure the door to the adjacent wall, it remained slightly ajar.

Another hour whizzed by, scouring through the limited resources at my disposal to—at the very least—find a temporary fix. I tried taping it shut, propping a chair, a step stool and a table up against the remainder of the handle to no avail.

A stroke of genius hit when I stuck a command hook on the wall nearby, fastening a broken hairband from the latch to the hook. However, the placement of the hook was a little too close and the hairband a little too loose to keep the occasional draft from finding its way inside. My fluffy pokémon shorts provided meager defence at best, but I could hardly spare a thought to the lower temperature when my mind was fully occupied with more urgent matters.

After the run-in yesterday night, I remained by the fridge, shaken from the events that had transpired for longer than I’d like to admit. I was unsure if the familiar sylvan scent that lingered was a result of the stranger or simply a waft from the forest, which wasn’t unlikely, considering my defective door.

Once I’d finally gotten a hold of myself, I dialled the police, doubting that my shaky limbs could safely carry me to the nearest station at such an hour. Other than an aching wrist and some medical supplies that could be restocked, my physical well-being and that of my house were surprisingly fine.

Excluding my poor back door, of course.

I was rather fortunate that the robbery, if stealing bandages could even be labelled as such, was more mentally taxing than anything. The drops of blood were rather annoying to clean off my tiles too, I guess.

Trying to get any rest that night was fruitless, tossing and turning, worried that the man might return for something more valuable or another fiend finding his way inside to do worse.

It struck me as more than a little odd that he would come to my tiny cottage, of all places, for first aid supplies. If he wasn’t looking for some extra coins to pocket, why wouldn’t he go to the hospital? Where had he gotten a wound that couldn’t be treated by a doctor? Maybe he had partaken in various illegal activities that couldn’t warrant the suspicion of a governmental figure? Ugh, my brain hurt the more I thought about it.

Along with my raging thoughts, the perpetual feeling of being watched disturbed my slumber as well. It was if another set of eyes were locked on my vulnerable form, peering past the closed blinds and under the protective layers of blankets I’d piled on. No matter how many times I peeked into the darkness though, I was only met with the sight of my backyard enshrouded in the night sky.

When the rays of dawn broke through the tenebrosity, I abandoned any notion of sleep and hesitantly called Jin, unsure if the busy man was even conscious yet. His bright and cheery voice quelled my worries and I informed him of what had transpired within the past twelve hours. Relief flooded my lethargic frame as he delved into a crazed panic, which I greatly appreciated, accepting his offer to take a day off.

Jin was excessively sympathetic and compassionate, reminding me of a mother goose with how he squabbled over staying somewhere else for the time being and taking a week-long break. But I didn’t want to be a burden on any of my new friends and going back to the city wasn’t an option at this point. Reflecting on the matter for more than day wasn’t necessary either.

I haughtily believed that the criminal didn’t deserve any more free real estate in my mind than he’d already occupied.

In order to comprehend the situation, as well as the fact that I would be utterly useless if I went to work with my mind engrossed in other matters, I thought one day to digest everything and get it out of my system would suffice. Though I knew it would come more so with time, I also had to work on regaining an impression of security within my own walls.

To take a rest from my turbulent concerns, I made a trip to one of the populated parks within the small town, figuring that I would feel more safety in the numbers that would surround me. Ridiculously, I found myself stumped when I got there, drowning in my own vulnerability, so I promptly headed back.

At nightfall, I skipped out on meeting with the cat yet again. Evidently, I lacked the mental capability to tend to my own needs the day before, never mind another being, thus I didn’t visit the little guy. I felt a wash of regret and worry that I hadn’t even set out some food. As a result of yesterday’s blunder, I put a heaping mass of tuna on the porch this time, hoping the animal would understand my apology.

The hours flew by as I sat there, stirring in my own solitude. In order to bring the negativity of the day to an end, I invited the trio I’d gotten close to as of recent, although Jin adamantly refused due to his papers that, “wouldn’t write themselves.”

I took the steaming pot of ramen off the stovetop right as the clear ring of the doorbell resounded throughout the cramped place. Hastily, I placed the noodles onto the table with careful hands, grimacing as I realized it took up a bit more than a quarter of the surface.

With a brisk shuffle, I pulled open my front door to the sight of a disgruntled Yoongi, hidden behind the towering stature of a rosy-nosed Namjoon. I barely made out the mutterings of, “it’s freezing out here,” and “took you long enough,” before I was being shoved aside.

As they trudged over to the kitchen, following the scent of freshly cooked ramen wafting around the house, Yoongi scoffed at my tiny table. Since I only purchased two chairs for the space, I cracked open the step stool to act as another seat. I honestly wasn’t sure what I would have done if Jin had tagged along too. Maybe pulled out the ladder too?

The shorter man grabbed the handles of the pot, heading over to the direction of the living room as Namjoon and I trailed after him like baby ducks. “If we’re going to eat like poor college students then we might as well keep up the act and sit on the floor.”

Although Yoongi’s cold and distant facade perplexed me as I was getting to know him, eventually I picked up on the hints of affection he’d drop every once in a while. Mostly, I found that I was able to burn time fooling around with Taemin as he completed enough drudgery for the both of us or a piping hot mug of hot chocolate would be waiting for me in the break room after long hours.

Even now, though he acted irritated, I knew Yoongi well enough to decipher his true intentions: that he was trying to be considerate of my humble living conditions and opted to play it off as a joke. At this point, I was even inclined to believe he harboured a soft spot for me.

In response, I pretended to be peeved by his actions as I ambled back to gather the bowls and utensils I placed at the table, carrying them to the spot we’d occupied on the floor. It was difficult to hide the growing smile on my face.

Once I’d gotten a few drinks down my throat, I finally felt the tense muscles between my brows and shoulder blades relax, forgetting about the worries that echoed in my head all day.

The TV screen flashed with the intense scenes of an action movie that Namjoon had picked out. I was only half paying attention to the redundant plot line, more interested in the outrageous story spewing from Namjoon’s lips.

“-and now he’s bragging about how one of his puns got milk spilling out of Yoongi’s nose!”

The tipsy state I was in got me laughing harder than I should have, but with both men around me in a relatively similar state of mind, no one seemed to care.

“That’s literal bullshit, Eunmi told me that I was drinking the milk meant for Taemin right when Jin finished telling his dumb joke,” Yoongi complained despite the gummy smile stretching across his features.

I clutched my chest at the mention of one of the creatures who had stolen my heart, “aw, my pretty little Taem, I miss him so much and it’s only been one day!”

“You’re getting too attached to him Y/N, you know that he’s not gonna stay at the lab forever,” Namjoon lightly warned. I knew he was concerned for my emotional welfare, but even the mention of Taemin being taken away got me stewing in my own misery.

“Joon, why would you say—I don’t even want to think about that!” My inebriated state obviously enjoyed to spill more information than necessary when I stated, “I need to cuddle Taemin enough for the both of them.”

“Both?” The younger man spared a questioning glance at his companion in before turning back to me, “do you have a cat?” The two of them began scoping out the area, trying to locate the nonexistent bundle of fur.

“Oh no, no, I wish I could afford a pet but I think taking care of myself is challenging enough for now.” At their probing eyes, I continued, “I was just talking about a little kitty that visits me every night in my backyard.”

Yoongi’s dark eyebrows scrunched together, a huff escaping him. “If you’re talking about a domestic cat, there’s no way it would be living out there,” he pointed to the forest outside with a tilt of his chin.

With the shake of my head, I felt myself sober up a bit as I explained, “I think it’s just one of my neighbours’ pets.”

Namjoon and Yoongi stared at each other, appearing baffled. “Well, it’s definitely not Eunhyuk, his son is allergic.”

“But you think mean old Sangmin would have a cat? We’re talking about the same guy who refused to have kids because he’s ‘not a bank’ right?”

Namjoon redirected his attention to me. “Are you sure it’s a cat? Maybe you just saw a rat or something.”

“No, it can’t be...” Their insistent refusal planted seeds of doubt that began to fester the longer I thought about it; they both lived here for longer than I had and obviously knew the area much better as well. It wasn’t like I had the best eyesight, anyway. But I remembered the piercing emerald green irises peering back at me, slit pupils honed in on my form with vibrant clarity. “It’s definitely a cat. It has to be a cat.”

A teasing snort came from Yoongi, who was leaning back on his palms with disbelief written all over his face. “You’re just seeing things, Y/N.”

I pouted at their lack of trust in me. An aggressive urge to prove them wrong began bubbling in the pit of my stomach and with a glimpse of the time from the clock above the stove, I noticed that it was well into midnight—around the hour in which I’d meet the kitty.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t believe me you can come see for yourself.”

“Is it outside?” I revelled in the satisfaction Namjoon’s widened eyes brought me and loftily smirked at him.

The plentiful amount of alcohol I’d indulged in forbade my legs from gracefully standing, wobbling like a newborn fawn instead as I fumbled over to the door, slipping the loose hair tie off and yanking the faulty mass open. Strangely, the night air was deathly silent, even the usually chirpy crickets seeming to have migrated to another yard.

“Hey, buddy. You out there?” I mumbled, scanning the bushes nearby, trying to pick up even the faintest flutter. “Bud?”

When I felt two pairs of curious eyes pierce my back, the pressure skyrocketed. I couldn’t let them believe I was spouting utter nonsense earlier, but the lack of response wasn’t proving my case very well.

After a few minutes passed with only the low whistle of the wind to keep us company, I felt a tinge of worry knot itself into my belly. “Okay, that’s enough Y/N. Let’s go back in.”

“No! It’s just scared because there’s a lot of people out now, you two go back in. I’ll call you when it’s out.” Desperately, I examined every inch of the stationary woodlands.

“We believe you, just get back in here! It’s cold and you’re not wearing a jacket, come on.” Namjoon’s long fingers wrapped around my forearm, tugging on my hesitant form.

As the dark-haired male dragged me back, I caught sight of the abundant helping of tuna I’d left on the last step of the porch yesterday. A pang resounded throughout my chest, disquiet settling into the recesses of my mind. Why didn’t the creature eat the offering, was it angry that I hadn’t shown up the last few nights? I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the worst; if it got lost somewhere, collapsed from starvation or was brutally killed by another animal.

If either one of the guys noticed the unusual pile of food, they didn’t comment on it.

Once back inside, tucked into Namjoon’s comforting shoulder and Yoongi’s warm side pressed against mine, I found myself unable to focus on anything of value. It was as if all my senses had dulled to an absolute minimum, barely processing what flashed on the bright TV screen and only picking up bits and pieces of the conversation between the two males. All I could think about was what could have possibly happened to my poor kitty.

My eyelids began to droop, heavy from the weight of the last few days’ events. With my body molding itself into Namjoon’s sturdy torso, I welcomed the peaceful darkness.

Taemin’s entire body shook from the force of his tiny sneeze and I could have sworn that my heart ceased its endless beating right then and there, was I in heaven?

Unaffected by my inner turmoil, the baby jaguar started bouncing around, weaving in and out of my legs as if he was participating in his own agility competition. I crouched down to his level to reach for his lithe body. The little guy always transformed into a flurry of excitement whenever I stopped by his cage, elated that he was free to play around without his constricting muzzle.

Once I’d discovered what a sweet bean he was, I couldn’t help but comply to his wishes. It didn’t take a mind reader to see how he consistently pawed at the contraption, even clawing his face a couple times on accident.

The reasoning behind all the safety measures wasn’t lost on me though, as I had witnessed the terror he instilled in most of the staff. About a week prior, I caught Minzi trying to lure Taemin out of his cage with some treats, but all her attempts proved unsuccessful when he didn’t even spare a glance her way.

With an annoyed sigh, she reached into the pocket within her lab coat, retrieving a syringe that I knew she had filled with telazol, a tranquilizing fluid for small animals. That prompted a reaction out of Taemin, his haunches tensing and lowering towards the ground, mouth peeling back in a snarl. The low growling sound vibrating from his small body instantly put me on edge; it was the first time I’d ever seen or heard the animal’s anger.

Before I could move a muscle, the irate woman stuck the needle into his hind leg. Taemin yowled in pain, but sunk his claws into her arm when he got the chance, only able to exact his revenge for a couple seconds before his body fell limp. Minzi detched his paw to find a stream of crimson red besmirching her white coat.

Now that I thought back to it, his growl eerily reminded me of the night of the break-in. Funnily enough, I thought the criminal had the more menacing vibration between the two—and Taemin was a jaguar for god’s sake.

What I found truly inhumane was the assistant assigned to handing Taemin his meals. The callous woman didn’t have half a mind to remove his muzzle before placing a handful of dog kibble in his cage.

At a glance, Taemin appeared severely underweight for his size, but I could have never chalked it up to his nutrition being fed through the bars around his snout. He struggled to attain such inadequate portions that weren’t even created for his species in mind.

Nevertheless, the instant I’d seen his horrifying feeding conditions, I dismissed the careless assistant and took on the task of keeping Taemin alive, a job that I didn’t think someone could fail so terribly at.

Taemin blindly swiped the air, bringing me out of my reverie. I chuckled as I saw he was a just a couple centimetres off the sleeve of my coat and I brought my hand, palm turned upwards, to meet his paw.

His eyelids were shut closed as tightly as they had been the first day he’d arrived at the lab, a fact that Yoongi informed me of when I’d inquired about Taemin’s lack of sight. Neither him nor Namjoon knew why he refused to, or simply couldn’t, open his eyes and my chest ached thinking about the unfulfilling life he was leading.

The memory crushed the lighthearted atmosphere that had arisen from fooling around with the dark-coloured feline. I rubbed the fur covering his foreleg while stealing a glimpse of Yoongi, seemingly hard at work from his hunched form.

“Hey, Yoongs?”

“I thought I told you not to call me that.” The low murmur was slightly muffled from the microscope covering the entirety of his face.

Disregarding his previous statement, I voiced out my thoughts. “What if Taem can actually see? I mean, we could just check whether the PDE6C gene—”

A lengthy exhale interrupted my speech. “Wow, now I guess I know how Jin feels.”

“Listen, I know what you said before but—”

“Y/N, we have tons of gene sequences to analyze, we don’t have time to waste looking for a faulty PDE6C, okay?” He finally tore his gaze away from his work to peer into my pleading eyes, running his fingers through the strands marring his forehead. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you play around considering the amount of work we have to finish.”

At that, I shut my mouth and concentrated back on Taemin’s restless figure, a much better alternative to the DNA waiting to be analyzed at my desk. Since he was confined within his cage all day, I made it my goal to tire him out enough that he would be forced to rest until the next time I had the chance to abandon work, essentially getting paid to keep him amused.

I gently brought his paw to the floor and scurried away to collect his favourite toy; a fuzzy mouse I’d bought one day after discovering the building was devastatingly unequipped to entertain an extremely bored feline.

Although he whimpered at the loss of contact and the sound of my retreating footsteps, I swiftly grabbed the rodent at the bottom of the drawer, by Yoongi’s legs, and hurried back.

Another half hour passed as I tried to exhaust as much of Taemin’s boundless energy as I could, although my plan backfired when I found that my own strength was depleting just as quickly. His natural hunting instincts were definitely still intact, what with the torn up toy in the corner, held together by mere threads at this point. I made a mental note to go shopping for sturdier prey next time.

Presently, he laid on his side as a content, black loaf, purring from the belly rubs he was receiving. To tease the cub, I would pull away every once in a while only to have his long tail wrap around my wrist, tugging my limb back to action.

“Y/N.” My head turned to meet Namjoon who had wandered over from the assistant researcher’s lab where I’d last seen him. “I finished the sequence for his canines. Do you mind leaving it on Jin’s desk?”

I guiltily stood from my seated position, a sheepish grin plastered on as I gave one last pat to Taemin’s head. “Yeah, of course. Could you lock up Taem for me?”

With his affirmation, I took the papers from his grasp and gave a pat to the crown of Yoongi’s bleached head. He shifted towards me in feigned annoyance, but I was out of his reach before he could get back at me and I celebrated my victory with sticking my tongue out.

I began to make my way upstairs, but not before picking up on Joon’s exasperated remark to Taemin, “I hope you know that I could build you from scratch if I wanted to.”

Once in front of the familiar wood of Jin’s office door, I decided to knock in case he had guests. I restrained the awkward memory of walking in on the whole board of directors from resurfacing and distracted myself by rapping my knuckles with more force when there was no response from within. “Jin? It’s Y/N.” I pushed the handle down and pleasantly found it unlocked. “I’m coming in.”

I waited a couple more seconds before opening the door, meeting the chaos that was the assistant director’s office. As per usual, I winced at the mountain of papers piled upon his desk, astonished that it only seemed to grow since the last time I’d seen it. At this rate, I was just waiting for the day that I’d walk in here to see the towers reaching the ceiling.

Striding over to Jin’s side of the desk, I laid the notes down in the dead centre, resting on top of three separate piles. Sympathy flooded my senses as my gaze roamed across the masses. How could such a hardworking individual accumulate so much work while he was working?

Even staring at the copious amounts of print made me feel queasy, hence I hurried to get out of the nauseating area. But, as I scuttled by, my gaze caught on a file with thick, messy letters scrawled on the front.

Jaguar.

To say my curiosity was piqued whenever Taemin was involved was an understatement. After a glance back to ensure that I was able to safely snoop around until my heart’s content, I reached for the file, making sure to keep my posterior to the camera in the corner, concealing my actions.

Ultimately, I knew Taemin was brought in to make progress on their “top secret, strictly confidential experiment,” which meant that I wasn’t to touch any of his files. At least, according to the brusque Minzi I wasn’t. However, an underlying, devious part of me enjoyed rebelling against her words and I secretly rejoiced as I directly disobeyed her orders, opening the folder.

Basic information was scattered along the first page, his name, birthdate, birthplace, so on and so forth. I casually flipped through the rest, finding the documents we routinely handed off to Jin when we’d written down sequences that brought about certain genes concerning the jaguar. This was probably where Jin would store the note Namjoon had made me deliver.

Losing interest, I flipped the bulk of the papers back to the front and seamlessly slid them into the file. When I unintentionally skimmed the first page once again, my eyes caught on a baffling sentence.

Heightened sense of sight, especially keen night vision.

I wet my suddenly chapped lips in my state of bafflement, double and triple checking that the file was indeed for seemingly blind Taemin; the very same animal that was probably napping downstairs. The statistics even matched up with what little knowledge I had about the animal, sending me into a greater spiral of confusion. They must have accidentally written the observation down on the wrong paper.

Unless...?

I shook my head, trying to dispel the outrageous thoughts swarming my mind.

Heading back down, I caught sight of Yoongi still wrapped around his microscope, jotting notes down with his other hand. My attention shifted to the unconscious feline next, muzzled and locked behind bars.

My fists clenched, fingernails engraving crescents into the palm of my hand as I resolved to finally clear out these murky waters.

An hour passed before I finally located it and then another few hours slipped by as I examined the sequence.

The PDE6C gene on chromosome ten. Perfectly intact and working exceptionally until the halfway point, around the thousandth base. Some of the letters got mixed up, binding with incorrect base pairs and bestowing Taemin with his current lack of vision.

Of course, I was prepared to deal with the repercussions of wasting precious time, examining a sequence that did not correlate to any favourable gene. But after connecting some dots, I recognized the agent that brought about such errors.

Ethyl methanesulfonate, or EMS for short. A chemical mutagenic that induces base substitutions, mutating the DNA molecule as a result. I couldn’t imagine why they’d inject a carcinogenic compound into the mammal, but it obviously had something to do with trying to enhance his natural vision.

Did they think the possibility of disabling him was worth the slim chance that his eyesight could improve? By the bases that were effected, I guessed that they were trying to sharpen his sight when submerged in darkness. If the guanine alkylation hadn’t spread so far, they might have succeeded in their experiment.

Nevertheless, their hypothesis was dreadfully incorrect and Taemin was blind as a result of their recklessness.

My grip on the pencil tightened in pure, white fury. In the fruitless hope that the EMS hadn’t affected his whole body, I took several samples of cells from various areas of his body. Albeit, samplings of his cheeks, ears and legs all provided the same conclusion that I’d reached earlier—deformed DNA from ill-fitting base pairs.

All the blood drained from my face from the appalling notion of just how much EMS they must have injected into his blood stream for it to have tampered with every cell in his body. My jaw clenched as my mouth ran bone dry.

They mutilated him.

Digust washed over me, for the false claims that the lab protected their lab animals, for every ruthless employee that harboured such barbaric morals, for myself, who blindly assisted in the cruel methods of this place. My heart rate picked up at my own helplessness, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I scrambled out of the corner I had holed myself up in.

I didn’t know if it was the bruising despair or the fuming rage that had me stomping my way across the halls, headed for the director’s office. The rational part of me was aware of the fact that I couldn’t do anything, change their twisted morals or bring down that metaphorical sword of justice that I was so fixated on. But that didn’t mean I had to play along as a clueless, complaisant pawn in their gruesome experiments.

Keycard or not, I was determined to wreak havoc until I could properly screech obscenities at one of the incredibly asinine brains that ran this revolting laboratory. Storming past the Namjoon and Yoongi’s office, I picked up on a shrill cry that seemed to douse my whole body in ice water, stopping me in my tracks.

A turn to my right gave me a direct view of Minzi struggling to pull a semi-conscious Taemin out of his cage, arms which he desperately wriggled against, thrashing violently to escape her hold. Now knowing what malicious behaviour deserved such treatment from kind-hearted Taemin, I rushed at her.

“How could you!” I roared, seeing red when she turned, glaring condescendingly.

Her calculated eyes examined my rapidly approaching, ruffled figure. “Oh, good, I needed a coffee. Could you fetch me a tranquilizer while you’re at it? I didn’t think he would wake up.”

I grit my teeth as my temper flared, resentment embedded into each of my features. Stopping a step away from her unbothered form, I seethed out, “you guys claim to look after the lab animals? Then why would you permanently damage his genes!”

“What have you been wasting time on instead of researching what we told you to?”

“Answer the question!”

She sneers. “I thought I warned you to stay out of anything that doesn’t concern you. That includes any testing subjects.”

“Testing subjects? How the hell do you think you can get away with—”

“Woah, what’s all the ruckus here?” Hyunho’s lazy form strolled in with a lax yet domineering countenance. The appearance of the other head researcher made my hair stand on end. “Do we need to put up a sign to remind some people that they’re to use indoor voices inside a laboratory?”

My eyes quickly narrowed at his patronizing remark. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up project you guys are conducting, but if you’re harming innocent animals, I don’t want any part of your imbecilic research.”

“Ooh, it seems that newbie is a feisty one, isn’t she?” He took a step towards me, the scent of a cigarette he probably smoked earlier invading my senses and invoking an appealing urge to regurgitate my dinner all over him. “Listen here girly, I don’t know what you’re trying to accuse us of here, but I’ll be sure to report your unruly behaviour to the director if you keep this shit up.”

“As if I give a flying fu—”

A hand wrapped around my mouth before I could unleash the rest of my resentful spew. “Ah, Dr. Lee.” I recognized the subtle undertone of panic in Namjoon’s deep voice as he addressed the burly man with respect that he didn’t deserve. “You see, Y/N had a pretty rough day, some family matters back home, y’know? I’m just going to take her outside to clear her head a little.”

“Yes, that would be a good idea.” Hyunho stepped back to Minzi’s side.

“If you would excuse us then...” I flailed about in Namjoon’s sturdy hold before he all but manhandled my to the back entrance. The refreshingly cool air grazing my overheated skin quelled some of my fury, although I felt its presence simmering beneath the surface. The tall man released my trembling limbs and I whipped my head over to examine Namjoon’s concerned countenance.

Did he know?

I couldn’t bear the thought of any of the limited friends I’d made in this place willingly taking part in such horrid research. They couldn’t have known. My heavy head fell into my hands, thinking of innocent Taemin who didn’t merit the attention of these corrupt individuals, who had no one to protect him.

If I quit my job here, would anyone care for him? Obviously his basic needs would be met, Namjoon and Yoongi would make sure of that, but were they aware of what exactly that experiment entailed? I’d only scratched the surface, but the prospect of finding out every gritty detail terrified me.

I felt an overwhelming weight crushed me, being helpless beneath it all. “Joon,” I managed to croak out, “I didn’t come here for this.”

With the low volume of my voice, I didn’t know how much he’d heard, but a tug on my wrist enveloped my body into his embrace. As he stroked my head reassuringly, I held onto his thin lab coat with clenched fists.

If it meant I could save Taemin, I would keep my mouth shut. If it meant I could act as some salvation to each animal that came into this wretched place, I would stay.

My disgust for the laboratory only multiplied.

“I didn’t come here for this.”

A pleasant tranquility took shape after a brief greeting had been exchanged, both Jin and I on a well-deserved break after too much time cooped up in our respective offices. Well, even though the assistant researchers’ office wasn’t technically mine in title, the majority of my belongings resided in that space. Namjoon didn’t mind much and Yoongi complained about everything under the sun, so I made myself comfortable there.

The hum of electricity powering the building and the whirr of the coffee maker spurring into action intensified as I closed my eyes, resting my head against the back of the sofa. I stared up at the ceiling with a vacant expression and tried to clear my thoughts for a bit.

A ceramic mug clinked against the surface of the coffee table in front of me. “Drink.” I lifted my head to take in the reassuring crinkle in Jin’s eyes. “You look like you’ll need all the energy you can get right now.”

I scoffed at his statement, the end of my own lips flitting upwards. “Just tell me I look like shit.”

Gratefully accepting the cup of coffee, the bitter taste on my tongue already started to rejuvenate my aching muscles. Jin was aware of my deep-seated aversion to the drink, but I guess my appearance revealed too much of the chaos inside my head. “I was going to, but I had a feeling you might just break down if I did.”

Although the work itself was tedious and relatively tiring on its own, the fact that all my efforts were going to fuel that wretched project made me feel rotten to the core. The knowledge sapped my stamina at an exponential rate that I wasn’t accustomed to.

“How’s baby Yeri doing?” I placed the pungent beverage back down, stroking my chin in faux deliberation. “Or I guess I should ask how Chaeyoung is holding up instead, huh?”

Jin let out a hum of aggravation around his own glass, swallowing the liquid before slapping his unoccupied hand against his thigh. “Don’t even get me started. Chaeyoung keeps telling me to take some time off work to come help, but honestly I would take the peace and quiet of the office over Yeri’s nasty diapers any day.” He shook his head at the thought, repulsed by the dealing with another one of Yeri’s accidents.

I’d heard the story one too many times not to let a giggle slip at his misfortune.

Abruptly, an alarming shriek disturbed the placidity. As my head shot up to identify the source, the sound was muffled, then silence resumed. I scrambled to discern who the perpetrator was when my gaze met Jin’s static form. “Did you hear that?” When his weary eyes met mine, appearing confused, I clarified, “that scream.”

“Oh, they probably just dropped something. Don’t worry too much about it.” But I couldn’t find a trace of compassion in his words, especially with how gut-wrenching the shout sounded. Rather than shock, every note was filled with agony and something felt vaguely off about the whole ordeal.

The look of guilt that Jin sported stopped me from prodding. I refused to believe the stubborn man who was always drowning in papers to complete, shoving fried chicken down his throat like there was no tomorrow, who had the sweetest daughter back at home knew anything about the experiment. Not what was really happening.

That’s why the regret and shame written all over his countenance made me pause.

More shuffling, whimpers and yelps filled my limbs with apprehension, seeping deep into my bones and making me restless. Jin kept his gaze trained on the floor, unable to look me in the eye as he excused each sound with the fault of a clumsy, irresponsible researcher and other rationalizations that I wasn’t sure he, himself, believed.

At this point, the raucous was becoming increasingly bestial and I couldn’t decipher the species that was belting out the miserable noises. I tried to grit my teeth and ignore them, distracting myself with Jin’s moronic cover-ups to keep me glued to my spot. Without a keycard, I had no access to the upstairs lab anyway, it was out of my hands for now.

When my thoughts strayed to Taemin though, I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, recalling how I had been dragged away before I could stop Minzi from taking him. Suddenly, I lost the ability to think logically, fixated on Taemin’s well-being. I had to know if it was him.

Hastily, I jumped out of my seat, coffee long forgotten as I sprinted down the hall. Jin’s pounding footsteps followed after me, though I gave them no mind.

Once I reached the first floor, the sight of two unfamiliar men dressed in heavy gear greeted me. The bulkier of the two lifted the cage as if it were as light as a feather and I noticed how unusually clean it was. “No, you can’t take it upstairs!” I grabbed onto the bars, halting him in his tracks. “Where is he? Tell them to bring him back here!”

“Sorry, no can do miss,” he drawled out. “We were asked to—”

“I don’t care what you were asked to do! Tell them to bring him back!” He rolled his eyes at my accusatory tone and yanked the cage out of my grasp. As I reached out again in a frenzy, the other man blocked my path. The odds weren’t looking too great for me.

I saw Jin emerge from the staircase, following the ruckus I’d created. Relief flooded my veins as I sought his backup. “Jin, they want to take his cage.” Pursing my lips, I pointed to said object. “Could you tell them to leave it here?”

“No, Y/N. Get out of the way.” My breath hitched at Jin’s steely tone, locking onto his fatigued gaze. I tried to remind myself that he was oblivious to the horrors that they’d already inflicted upon Taemin, but the back of my eyes still burned at the betrayal I felt. “Come on, let them do their job.”

Though I refused to show how dismayed I’d become, I couldn’t bear the idea of Taemin residing upstairs, where they could inject anything without suspicion. “Please, Jin. Please. Believe me when I say that he won’t last a day up there.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, let’s go finish our coffee, hm?” I huffed out through my nostrils in frustration, wringing my fingers together as I debated whether or not to tell him the truth I discovered for myself not too long ago.

“Oh, my. What’s this? I believe I told you what would happen if you caused a commotion again, didn’t I?” Feeling defeated already, I didn’t even turn to meet Hyunho’s form as I heard him approach. “I’ll need you to get out of the way now, girly.”

“It’s Y/N.”

His fake grin put his crooked teeth on full display. “Yes, yes. Scurry along now.”

“No.” With a hardened resolve, I glared back at him. “Bring Taemin back. Let him stay on this floor.” Hesitant but desperate, I added a barely audible, “please.”

At my plea, he brightened up, utterly pleased with watching me grovel at his feet. “You should use that tone more often, newbie, it could really get you places.” The stealthy once-over of my chest didn’t go unnoticed by me and I wrapped the lab coat around me tighter. He pulled back a little, satisfied with my discomfort. "You didn’t hear? He died of natural causes, so we have to clean up this mess for the new tiger cub coming in. Don’t worry though, he’ll be staying on this floor when he gets here.”

I took a step back, skin stinging as if he’d slapped me across the face, feeling my blood run cold. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted the bewilderment reflected on Jin’s features, as well as the sudden appearance of Namjoon and Yoongi, both looking as distressed as I felt.

When my breaths came in heavier and burning droplets rolled down my cheeks, I knew the dam had broken. “Don’t feed me that bullshit... You monsters.” I felt my bottom lip quiver as my voice cracked. “Killed him.”

One of Hyunho’s thick eyebrows raised in amusement at my shattered state. “Haven’t you been taught not to mess with fire, girly?” He crossed his arms after giving a flick of dismissal to the man still carrying the cage. “You could get burned.”

A pair of arms wrapped around my torso and dragged me away before I could wail anything out. Through the blurry mess of tears, I made out a discarded, mangled mouse toy by the corner.

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Layers Upon Layers: Cazhim

One: Outside Layer

[Name:] “Cazhim Delrune”

[Hair Style & Colour:] “Short Undercut. My hair is light gray.” He pulls at what little hair peeks out from beneath his bandana.

[Eye Color:] “Hazel and my limbral rings are a pale green”

[Height:] “6 fulms 7 ilms last I checked”

[Style:] “Anything lightweight, comfortable and practical. Essential qualities for a traveler.”

[Best Physical Feature:] “A lot of people seem to like the eyes I suppose...or maybe it’s the height.”

Two: Inner Layer

[Fears:] “Dying when I’m still needed.”

[Guilty Pleasure:] “No need to feel guilty about anything I take pleasure in. I’ve earned it.”

[Biggest Pet Peeve:] “Don’t half-ass things. If you’re going to try something give it your all or you’re just wasting time.”

[Ambition for the Future:] “Living to retire comfortably with my boyfriend after having left the realm better than we found it.”

Three: Thoughts

[First Thought When Waking Up:] “My schedule I suppose. What workout to do, what meal to eat for breakfast, what to tinker with later if time permits...normally I’d consider meditating but...crafting and maintenance have become my meditation these days”

[What You Think About the Most:] “Depends. In the field? I’m always considering how best to move forward towards our goals. Can’t get a job done right if you only wait and react. On my free days though? Xavier, checking supplies or tinkering. In that order.”

[What You Think About Before Bed:] “I just do a quick rundown on what I need to be doing the next day. Who needs what and all that. So more scheduling.”

[Your Best Quality Is:] “I’d say...empathy. I’ve seen a lot and I don’t mean that as some tasteless brag. I mean after years of running and fighting and...all of this. He says motioning to the circumstances and choices that led him here. I’m glad I can still understand others even if they are not my own or if they are my enemy. Even as I strike them down...hmm a little dark huh? How about determination?”

Four: What’s Better

[Single or Group Dates?] “Heh. A group date sounds like a mess waiting to happen. Single”

[To be Loved or to be Respected?] “Respect. To be loved by the people in totality is unnecessary and perhaps a bit daunting. Respect is something that we all need though.”

[Beauty or Brains?] “Brains if I have to pick one. Beauty has its benefits but I am not one who would wields them well.”

[Cats or Dogs?] “Sorry friend, but my answer is both and that will not change. I will say that my childhood guardian kept a cat. Grew up big too.” There is an air of loving nostalgia on his words.

Five: Do you…

[Lie?] “I omit the truth when I need to.”

[Believe in Yourself?] “Always.”

[Believe in Love?] “I am in love.”

[Want Someone?] “I already have him.” His replies come quick and sure.

Six: Have you ever…

[Been on Stage?] “Briefly. Not for me.”

[Done Drugs?] “No. I may not keep to my meditations like I used to but I still abstain from drugs and the like.”

[Changed Yourself to Fit In Somewhere?] “Yes. As I imagine all foreigners did to some degree when making a home here. But I am who I am now.”

Seven: Favorite

[Favorite Color:] “Used to be orange but blue is really growing on me. I assume my new attire gave that away though.” He motions to his outfit with a smile and a flourish of the hand.

[Favorite Food:] “Nomad Pies still. Crunchy, savory and easy to eat while traveling.”

[Favorite Game:] “I...don’t know. Been a while since I played anything. Hm..”

Eight: Age

[When Your Next Birthday Will Be:] “1st Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon. Still a fair while before it rolls around again.”

[How Old Will You Be?] “I should be (Mid-Late twenties post Shadowbringers. Don’t like to commit due to the weird timeline stuff)

[Age You Lost Your Virginity:] “Hm. Don’t feel like talking about my sex life today. Try again some other time.”

[Does Age Matter?] “It helps in a lot of cases but experience is more important than raw age.”

Nine: In a partner

[Best Personality:] “Intelligent, passionate, good natured. Those draw me in but the little things, like how he accidentally thinks out loud or that hidden playfulness one wouldn’t expect from a master of the arcane and accomplished author.”

[Best Eye Colour:] “Can’t say it really comes up.”

[Best Hair Colour:] “One they like I suppose.”

[Best Thing to do With a Partner:] “Chat hours away about each other’s passions. Shared or not. Something about seeing him light up and just talk and smile uncontrollably truly and deeply makes me happy.”

Ten: Finish the sentence

[I Love…] “Xavier.”

[I Feel…] “...fine.”

[I Hide…] “When I need to?”

[I Miss…] “Ms.Snow”

[I Wish…] “the world would hang on to quiet peaceful moments a little longer.”

Noticing your posture relax he speaks. “All out of questions for now? Well, thank you. Its simple but it’s fun to chat even if it’s just you probing. Another time then? Safe travels.” He nods politely before turning back to his people watching.

And thank you @eligos-venator for tagging me! As always it’s fun to do these.

As for who I tag? I’ll go with @windup-scholar since he won’t mind the mention. Don’t wanna poke too many people since I saw a lot of familiar people in tags already. As always if you spot this and haven’t been tagged you should give it a whirl. Maybe even tag me so I can check it out.

#ffxiv oc #ffxiv #cazhim delrune #au ra raen #windupscholar #eligos venator #took a minute but it was fun.#honestly need to do more photo shoots

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24. Blizzard

Fandom: GOT7

Sickie: Yugyeom

Caregiver: GOT6

Jaebeom’s POV.:

The news had been warning of a blizzard headed towards our town for the last few days which was expected to hit within the next two days. People were asked to stay at home if possible and avoid leaving the safety of a building. We were compiling a shopping list to stock up on foods and other necessities to get us over the duration of the storm. Well, mostly Mark, Jinyoung and I were. Jackson, Youngjae and Bambam were just adding different chips flavors, claiming if they were stuck inside, they’d have to have movie nights. I turned around when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hyung, could you also add tissues, cough drops and maybe cold medicine to the list?”, Yugyeom asked shyly, causing me to frown. “Why? Are you sick?”, I asked, studying his face for any signs of illness. He scratched his neck awkwardly. “No. But, I don’t know, I think I might be coming down with something. Not sure though. Might be wrong. Just thought if the storm really gets as bad as they’re saying, it’d suck having to go out then”, rambling, he avoided my eyes. “Yah, the maknae’s right. Better safe then sorry”, Jinyoung announced, noting the youngest’s request along with some other emergency stuff Jackson blurted out. “Guys, don’t overreact. We’ll be stuck for a few days. A week at most and we might still be able to go out during the storm, but yeah, Yugyeom got a point”, I reasoned. We were finishing up our shopping list and I was arguing with myself whether to drag the annoying trio consisting of Jackson, Youngjae and Bambam with me to the stores, so they could spend some time out of the dorm before being stuck there for a short while or to leave them behind for the sake of my nerves. They made the decision themselves, claiming they needed to make sure we wouldn’t forget their chips. Jinyoung also tagged along at the pleading look I sent him, to keep them in check. Mark wanted to stay at home and Yugyeom had already disappeared back to his room when the five of us left for the stores.

Yugyeom’s POV.:

I sat on my bed after the awkward conversation with my hyungs. I was most certainly coming down with something, if I wasn’t already. There was a dull pressure behind my eyes and my throat burned every time I swallowed. Luckily, it wasn’t audible in my voice quite yet, so nobody could tell. Scrolling through my phone, my thoughts anxiously wandered back to being stuck with the entire group in a small apartment for days. It had been a while since all members were home at the same time and usually I would have been happy about us all spending some time together without at least one member missing but I didn’t feel so well. I don’t like my members to know when I don’t feel good. They always worry so much and it makes me uncomfortable. The more members are home, the more likely it is for somebody to notice. Especially after I spoke up about my concern earlier but I had to. I didn’t feel like leaving the house and I also didn’t feel like secretly stocking up but I also knew I might really need some stuff, so giving a small hint was the only option I had. The phone fell from my hand, shifting my attention to the tremors in my fingers. To fidgety to sit still, I got up from my bed and decided to get a drink, hoping to find some kind of distraction on the way to the kitchen. The dorm was quiet as I padded to the kitchen. I had some troubles pouring me a glass of juice, getting startled by Mark who had appeared behind me seemingly out of nowhere and spilling some. He apologized for sneaking up on me and helped me clean before grabbing himself a snack, which was the reason he had come to the kitchen in the first place.

I was about to flee back to my room when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Turning back around, I tried to mask the fear in my eyes. “What’s up, Gyeommie?” – “Haha, nothing much”, my hand went up to scratch the back of my head. “You know, I can tell something’s not right. It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it but you know you can always come to me”, he smiled sadly and I considered my options. Right now, it only was the two of us and I knew Mark, he would stay quiet if I asked him to. It would be nice to get my worries of my chest by simply saying them out loud and for that Mark was probably the first choice as a listener anyways. He was about to walk away, only stopping when I grabbed his wrist. “C-Can we talk in my room?”

Without a word, Mark had followed me to my room, sitting next to me on my bed while still keeping some distance between us which I was very thankful for. “Umm, it’s about w-what I asked Jaebeom-h-hyung to add to the shopping list”, I started nervously, trying to keep my voice steady. Not daring to look at my oldest hyung, I stared at my hands, watching my fingers pick at each other’s nails. Mark stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue, only to realize that I wasn’t going to. “You are afraid of falling ill?”, he asked sympathetically and I nodded not daring to meet his eyes. “Can you pin-point exactly what is scaring you about it? Because you know, we’d all be there to make sure you’ll be fine in the end”, he followed his first guess up. “I-I think that is what is scaring me. This might sound weird but w-when you are worried, you all pay s-so much attention to me. I-I don’t want attention. I-It’s too much. I don’t know how to handle it and with more members at home, it’ll only be more eyes on me. It’s freaking me out, I just want to hide away and only come out when I’m all better”, cutting myself off when my breathing picked up pace, I realized what I had just admitted. “So, you’re already not feeling that well”, Mark asked carefully and I could only nod, praying he wouldn’t see my blush. Humming in thought he shifted around a bit. “You know, it’s alright if you get sick. I’m sure the others will respect it if you ask them to not bother you for a while. Yeah, maybe they will struggle a bit with stopping themselves because you are still somehow our baby. But if they know how much it stresses you out to be the center of attention, maybe we can still support you while giving you some space”, he mused. Meeting his eyes, I gave him a soft smile, feeling glad that I had opened up to my hyung. “Thanks”, I whispered, looking back at my hands “That really helped”. “Always. Are you alright with telling me how you’re feeling right now? Like are you already sick or just on the verge of it?”, he questioned carefully, afraid of taking his inquisition to far. “Umm, it’s not too bad yet. My throat is a little sore and I can feel the pressure of a cold that’s not there yet in my head but yeah, it’s probably just coming on in some time”, I tried to describe the sensation as best as I could. “Alright. You know you can come to any of us when it does and you want or need something. I’ll try to convince the others of giving you some space as well when you need it but that also means that although we’ll check on you, we’re relying on you to come to us, ok?”, he reminded me and I nodded because it seemed like a reasonable compromise. “Get some rest while it’s still quiet here”, he joked, getting up to leave. “Hyung”, I called out as his hand rested on the door handle “Thank you”.

I had actually managed to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon and woke up to loud bickering from the living room. Sighing, I picked up my phone to check the time and found a text from Mark, reading over it a few times before typing back.

Mark

Hey, what you said earlier got me thinking a bit because I still remember our pre-debut and early debut days. You always envied Bambam when he was babied and treated as the maknae when that would have actually been your spot. That’s why I was a bit surprised when we talked earlier…

Yugyeom

Yeah, I remember that too

Mark

What made you change your mind?

Yugyeom

Umm I don’t know

I had always wished for that kind of treatment back then

I guess I still do when thinking about it sometimes

But

It has never been that way

When I’m suddenly treated like this I don’t know how to feel about it.

It feels strange, I’m not used to it

I don’t know how to react and just get awkward

And I don’t like being awkward

I don’t know if that explanation makes sense, it’s kinda hard to put it into words

Mark

I can see your point, though it’s sad

Thank you for being so open

Yugyeom

Thank you for trying to understand

I rolled off my bed, the progressive achiness in my muscles forcing me to suppress a groan. Making my way to the living room, I immediately ran into Youngjae who was bragging about all the snacks they had bought and which movies were planned to be watched over the next few days. I didn’t really pay attention to him, his loud voice was giving me a headache. Trying to be a good maknae, I helped the older hyungs unpack their shopping bags, sorting the groceries into the kitchen cabinets. There was some chaos in the kitchen till everything was stored away. The question of what to cook for dinner arose, reminding me that I didn’t have much of an appetite at all. That’s why I stayed quiet during the loud discussion that broke out, opting for just taking a shower and then listen to music till I was called to the table to have dinner.

The shower had been nice. I had turned the water up hotter than usual as it soothed the heaviness in my limbs. Standing under the hot stream of water, it was only then that I had realized that I had been feeling cold before, turning the water temperature even higher. I sat at the dinner table with my hair still damp because I was to tired to handle the noise of the hairdryer. My appetite still nonexistent, I was mostly just pushing my food around, only taking bites when I felt someone watching me. Most of the time when I looked up to see who was watching me, I was met with Mark’s encouraging smile and although I appreciated his support, I regretted talking to him earlier because I could tell he was observing me closely now. That’s why after I had only finished half of my dinner, I didn’t dare hide away in my room and forced myself to join the others for a movie. Had anyone asked me about the storyline by the end of it, I wouldn’t have been able to recount it, spending most of the movie’s duration fighting to stay awake. How could I be this tired after having an afternoon nap? We all told each other ‘good night’ before going to our respective rooms.

“Hey, you still awake?”, Bambam uttered. “Mhm” – “Are you also nervous about the blizzard coming?” – “Why hyung?” – “I don’t know. I should be used to intense storms, since there were often bad ones in Thailand but something about the fact that there’ll be snow makes me fidgety”, Bambam admitted. “Don’t worry, there’ll be no difference. We just need to distract ourselves while we can’t go out. I doubt that will be difficult with all the movies you guys have planned, besides, there are also video games”, I mumbled into my pillow. “Right, thanks Gyeommie. Sleep well.” – “Good night hyung.”

I tried going to sleep like Bambam had told me but now my afternoon nap was biting me in the ass. Despite being exhausted, I didn’t feel sleepy at all, so I kept tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position. Although I managed to nod off at some point, I only slept for ten to twenty minutes at a time, constantly waking up again. At 3am I had given up on proper sleep, instead putting my headphones in and only dozing while listening to a calm playlist. Around 5am I pulled myself out of my sleepy haze to go to the bathroom. On the way back to my room I was becoming more and more aware of a general feeling of unwellness that had settled over me. My throat ached as much as yesterday, while the pressure in my head had turned into a dull, pounding headache. It was impossible to breathe through my blocked nose and the tingling at the back of my nostrils became more prominent by the minute, not strong enough to make me sneeze though.

In hopes some water would sooth my throat, I grabbed my phone, headphones and a blanket, venturing to the living room to put my stuff down before getting a drink from the kitchen. Sitting my water slowly, I settled on the couch, covering my legs and lap with the blanket before putting my headphones back in, trying to doze again fore a bit longer after finishing my drink.

Jinyoung’s POV.:

I got up early today, wanting to prepare a more time-consuming breakfast then usual to celebrate the start of the holiday season. Having discussed this with Bambam who had pleaded to let me join him, I made my way to the maknaes’ shared bedroom, furrowing my brows at weird noises I heard coming from the living room. I decided to wake Bambam up first before checking for the source of the noise because I’d like to have another member with me if there was an intruder. Sneaking into the room, to not accidentally wake Yugyeom too, I find the maknae’s bed empty, finally identifying the noises from the living room as Yugyeom’s typical, high-pitched half-stifles. Getting worried about the number of sneezes I had heard, I gently but quickly shake the rapper’s arm to get him to wake up. When I was sure he wouldn’t go back to sleep, I left to check on our youngest in the living room.

Yugyeom was sitting on the couch, holding a blanket up to his face in an attempt to muffle his sneezes. I approached him trying not to startle him, since he seemed too occupied to notice me presence. When he finally caught a break for a bit and lowered the blanket, I carefully spoke up, making him jump a bit. “Good morning” – “Oh by god, Hyu’g. You albost gave be a heart attack. Dob’t do that! Ugh, good bording”, he stammered, the shock still visible on his face. “Are you feeling alright? You sure have been sneezing a lot…”, I quizzed, studying his face. “Yeah *sniff* by dose is jus’ really itchy”, he sniffed, rubbing at his watery eyes. “Caught a cold?”, I observed, knowing my chance of an honest answer was higher if I approached the issue head-on. “Hah’ktCHhsx! *sniff* probably”, he admitted, dropping his head in his hands. “How long have you been awake already? It’s still early” – “Dod’t kdow. Did’t really sleep”, he whined muffled by congestion. “Do you think you could sleep now?”, I asked, receiving a shake of his head. “Alright, Bambam and I are going to make dinner, why don’t you try to at least doze a bit? I’ll make you some tea in a bit”, I offered and he nodded, laying back: “Thagks, hyu’g”.

The water in the kettle just started to boil when Bambam shuffled into the kitchen, seeminly still half-asleep. “Hyung, Yugyeom’s gone”, he yawned. “Nope, he’s in the living room, didn’t you see him”, I chuckled at the confused look on the rapper’s face as he had passed by his roommate without noticing him. *“hh’NGtx’ch! ha’INGTch“* “Ah, yes, that is definitely him. How did I not notice? I need coffee”, he stated. I poured the water over a teabag to let it steep before making coffee for both of us. “Could you bring that cup to Yugyeom while ours cool, so we can get started afterwards?”, I asked, pushing the tea closer to Bambam. “Sure, is he sick or something?”, he frowned. “Yeah, caught a cold last night”, I explained, already gathering some cooking utensils we were going to need. Bambam nodded before making his way to the living room.

Bambam’s POV.:

I wasn’t sure whether my only dongsaeng was awake by the way he was curled up on the couch which was way too small for him to fit on it properly. That was till he jolted up with a harsh sneeze. He rubbed at his face, groaning before his watery eyes met mine. “Hey, heard you’re not doing so great. Jinyoung made you tea”, I smiled handing him the cup. “Thagks”, he mumbled, blowing into the steam to make the tea cool down faster. I patted his shoulder sympathetically before returning to Jinyoung. Mark had talked to us all, except for Yugyeom, yesterday while the maknae was in the shower. He prepared us that the youngest was most likely falling ill over the next few days and that he was scared of getting more affection than he knew how to handle. We agreed that if he was to be ill, we would give him some space while still trying to discreetly show him some love. I was really insecure about how I was going to do that, afraid I would either be taking it too far or treat him too coldly. For now, I just wanted him to rest so I helped Jinyoung with breakfast, attempting to distract myself. My thoughts however, kept going back to Yugyeom and the fact that he was scared of our affection. I still remembered it being different and him actually being really down because he didn’t get as much as I did because he wasn’t short and cute.

The group had gradually woken up and shuffled into the kitchen, laying the table and taking in the sight in the living room. It wasn’t that big of a surprise, since everyone had expected the maknae to fall ill, just not that soon. Even Youngjae and Jackson kept the noise down because the soft, congested snores indicated that Yugyeom had actually managed to fall asleep. I was about to wake him when breakfast was ready but Jinyoung stopped me, claiming Yugyeom had been unable to sleep most of the night, so we should just let him rest and save him some food.

After we finished eating, we quietly cleared the table, Mark and Jaebeom doing the dishes, since Jinyoung and I had cooked. Youngjae, Jackson and I went to brush our teeth while Jinyoung carefully stepped into the living room.

Jinyoung’s POV.:

I had expected for the youngest to still be asleep but when I walked in, he was sitting at the edge of the couch about to get up. I took a seat next to him on the couch, facing him. “How do you feel after sleeping a bit?”, hummed, scanning his features for any giveaways about his physical condition. His eyes and nose had tinted an irritated shade of pink that matched the blush on his cheeks while the rest of his face looked paler than usual. “I’b ok. Just really wiped”, he rasped, voice scratchier than before. “Worse than earlier?” – a nod- “Can I check if you have a fever? Your cheeks look like it” – another nod- I reached out to first brush my hand against his forehead before cupping his cheek, keeping it there a bit longer than I would have needed to notice the heat against my skin, as I felt the younger lean into my touch. Before pulling away completely, I ran my hand through his hair stating: “You definitely do have a fever.” He hummed in acknowledgement, fiddling with the sleeve of the hoodie he had slipped on. “Do you feel up to having breakfast? We saved you some, since we didn’t want to wake you” – “Thagks hyu’g. Dot so hu’gry yet. Ughh what’s up with by voice?”, he croaked, trying but failing to clear his voice. “I thigk I’ll just go back to by bed”, he continued, sounding just as bad as before. “Ok, well since you can’t yell if you need something, just shoot a text, yeah? Rest well”, I squeezed his shoulder comfortingly before getting back up. He thanked me quietly before wobbling back to his room looking ready to crash.

Remembering the cough drops we had bought yesterday, I swiftly followed him, brushing my knuckles against the door before entering. He looked up at me expectantly as I put the bag of cough drops on his nightstand. “Might help your voice some”, I explained, leaving him to get some rest.

Mark’s POV.:

It had been a few hours since we had last seen Yugyeom. It was almost lunchtime and he hadn’t eaten anything yet, so I went to check on him. I was expecting him to be asleep but found him curled into a tight ball under his blankets crying softly. “Hey, I came to see how you’re holding up. Not that great, huh?”, I murmured, sitting back next to him. He shook his head, wiping at his face. “What’s wrong?” – “Feel shitty”, he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Can you describe me what feels shitty? Then I can try to find you some medicine” – “By head is goi’g to explode sood, my throat’s burding a’d by dose itches so badly but I cad sdeeze. Everythi’g hurts soo buch a’d I’b cold”, he croaked, tears spilling over again. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I scratched his scalp, knowing it would calm him down eventually. “Aww shit, you’re burning up”, I cooed, flinching as I touched his forehead. He just whimpered scooting closer to me and I felt like during our pre-debut days. “I really think you could use some medicine, Gyeommie. But that means you’d have to eat a few bites first. Can you do that for me?”, I pleaded, continuing to play with his hair. “Really dot hu’gry, hyu’g”, he rasped, frowning at the thought of food. “I know. It doesn’t even have to be much. We made some soup, just eat a bit and then you can have medicine”, I settled, texting Jinyoung to bring us a small bowl of soup.

Jinyoung kept the maknae company while he ate and I went through the bathroom cabinets to find the right types of medicine. Choosing a painkiller, fever-reducer and a decongestant for good measure, I grabbed a bottle of water before returning to Yugyeom’s room. With Jinyoung’s encouragement, the sickie had managed to choke down the entire bowl, which to be fair wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. Before he lay back down again, I handed him the pills and opened the waterbottle so he could wash them down. Jinyoung and I exchanged a long look, debating if and which one of us should stay to watch over our dongsaeng, afraid that both of us would overwhelm him. “Gyeommie, do you want any of us to keep you company?”, Jinyoung asked pulling the blanket up, so it would cover Yugyeom’s shoulder. “I-I’b ok od by owd” – “That’s not what I asked, brownie”, he frowned. “Ugh, could you stay, hyu’g”, he uttered so quiet that both of us almost missed it as he hesitantly reached for Jinyoung’s hand. “You don’t even have to ask”, Jinyoung smiled as he got comfortable on the bed as well, pulling the maknae into his arms.

I left them, only sneaking back in shortly to put a pot of tea along with a cup onto the nightstand, before meeting the rest of the group in the living room. Youngjae and Bambam were engaged in a tricky videogame task, while Jaebeom and Jackson commented, trying to be helpful but actually only being a distraction to the two players. Jaebeom was the first to notice my presence, worry evident in his eyes: “How is he doing?” – “Worse than earlier. His fever went up, making him emotional. Jinyoung’s staying with him for now”, I sighed, plopping down next to the others. Bambam paused the game, frowning: “Can we do anything to cheer him up? I can’t stand him being sad.” I shrugged not really sure on what to do to cheer the youngest up. “What about hot chocolate and cuddles while watching a movie?”, Youngjae suggested. “Yeah, chocolate always helps, as do cuddles”, Jackson agreed. “I don’t know. Let’s wait till the medicine is working and he feels less dead, then you can ask if he feels up for it”, I reasoned, amused at their enthusiasm to help our dongsaeng. “Ok, but we can prepare now already”, Bambam announced, turning the console off completely. They shooed Jaebeom and me off the couch to extend it to a make-shift bed, piling heaps of pillows and blankets onto it. “You really do want all of us to get sick”, Jaebeom laughed, imagining all seven members huddled together in front of the TV. “If it makes Yugyeom happy, why not?”, Jackson shrugged, dumping the last few pillows he could find.

Feeling not in the position to kill their drive, I went to the kitchen to prepare a large pot of hot cocoa, though I was a bit worried. What if Yugyeom didn’t want to join us? Sure, we’d cuddle, watch movies and drink hot chocolate anyways for the sake of the three members who put so much effort into creating a cozy space. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t be crushed by the maknae turning down their invitation though. I just hoped he’d want and also enjoy us all spending some time together. Deep in thought, I got startled by the hand Jaebeom placed onto my shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”, he hummed, cringing at the amount of chocolate I was adding. “I’m a bit Yugyeom doesn’t want to join us or will only do it for the sake of the others”, I confided in the leader. Checking the time, I noticed that it had already bin 45 minutes since I had given the youngest his medicine so I decided it should be working by now. “Jaebeom, could you go ask him and Jinyoung while I fill this into cups?”, I looked at him pleading, gesturing towards the pot and he nodded walking off.

Yugyeom’s POV.:

Despite Jinyoung’s best attempts to lure me to sleep by petting my hair, I was unable to find rest. That’s why I appreciated my hyung’s presence even more. I really didn’t want to suffer by myself. The medicine Mark had given me was slowly taking effect, the pounding in my had been reduced to a dull ache and I think my fever went down a bit too, since my brain didn’t feel as hazy as before. A short knock on the door caused me to look up as Jinyoung softly answered: “Come in!” The door opened revealing our group’s leader who crouched next to me. “Hey, are you feeling a bit better?”, he asked, brushing the hair out of my face so he could see me better. I nodded, yearning for him to touch me like that again. Our leader is rarely that soft but when he is, it’s really precious. “The troublemakers set up a huge pillow- and blanket-pile in the living room, hoping you’d join them for cuddles and a movie. Mark made hot chocolate and although there are about two kilos more chocolate in there than I think could ever taste good, I’m sure you’d like it”, he exaggerated, making me smile a bit. My hyung really disliked sweet stuff. He already had me at ‘cuddles’ because, right now I was yearning for some affection, spoken or physical didn’t matter. With how low I felt, I also didn’t really care about what might be awkward as long as they’d distract me from my suffering. I gave a small nod, letting the leader pull me to my feet as Jinyoung got up as well. Seeing me stumble with dizziness, they both stayed close to support me as we slowly made our way to the living room.

Jaebeom hadn’t been lying, where did we even keep that many pillows and blankets? The others’ faces lit up as they saw me and I waved at them before being pulled into a tight hug. Jaebeom and Jinyoung stepped aside laughing and I just let myself be dragged towards the couch, my friends immediately latching onto me. I didn’t mind, it was comfortable. Mark walked in, balancing a large tray with numerous cups on it, needing Jinyoung to take them off the tray and place them onto the coffee table. “Ah, Gyeommie. I wasn’t sure if you’d join us but I got you your cocoa anyways and would have just brought it to your room, had you not wanted to come”, he smiled, handing me my favorite cup. Being sandwiched between Jackson and Bambam, with Youngjae lying next to my legs, I let Jaebeom drape a blanket around my shoulders while Jinyoung turned on the TV. “Which movie do you want to watch?”, Jinyoung asked and all eyes landed on me. “Uhb, I dod’t really care. I’ll probably fall asleep id the biddle adyways”, I stammered. “It doesn’t matter if you fall asleep or not. It’s your pick anyways”, Jackson stated, as the others nodded in affirmation. “Could we watch ‘A Christbas Carol’ if you dod’t bidt?”, I requested, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. My hyungs agreed, turning on the movie before settling into the pillows as well.

After lots of shifting around over the course of the movie, I had ended up with my head in Jaebeom’s lap. The leader had absentmindedly started to play with my hair, gently scratching my scalp. It felt so good that I struggled to stay awake. My head had started to hurt again but my hyung’s hands worked like magic. Not paying attention to the movie at all anymore, I closed my eyes and failed to suppress a content sigh.

Jaebeom’s POV.:

I heard a quiet sigh and looked down at Yugyeom’s relaxed face. His eyes were closed and I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep on me, now that he was finally accepting our affection. The medicine was probably wearing off by now, as his cheeks were flushed pink again. When he blinked his eyes open for a few seconds, proving he was still awake, I noticed the glossy look in his eyes, a dead giveaway that his fever had climbed again. He unintentionally whined when my hand stilled for a moment and I was quick to continue playing with his hair. Jinyoung and I exchanged a look, both well aware that our youngest was feeling really bad. He would never ask for physical comfort but right now it seemed he desperately needed it. The movie soon ended but none of us dared to move. Jackson cooed at the maknae lying comfortably in my lap and I shot the rapper a glare, warning him not to make fun of the situation. “Gyeommie, are you awake?”, I whispered quietly as to not wake him should he have fallen asleep. He wasn’t asleep however, blinking at me. “Do you want to go back to bed and sleep?”, I asked, watching him struggle to stay awake. “Do, I’b cobfy. Dod’t bove”, he rasped, closing his eyes again. “Guys, why don’t you just put on another movie?”, Mark asked, observing our youngest. Sharing a look, we all agreed without words that we’d sit the entire night, watching Christmas movies, as long as Yugyeom was comfortable.

Bambam’s POV.:

Somewhere during the third movie of the night, all my members had fallen asleep. Yugyeom was the first to nod off. He lay passed out with his head in Jaebeom’s lap, light congested snores coming from his direction. I was the only one awake at this point, continuing to watch movies by myself. They gave me a distraction from what was going on outside our dorm. Over the last few hours, the wind had picked up and I could hear it whistle past our windows. The rational part of my brain told me that we were fine inside the building, it was warm, we had light, everything was ok. To me it didn’t feel ok though. My stomach was in anxious knots as I tried to ignore the noise outside. It worked alright till suddenly everything went pitch black and I wasn’t able to see anything at all anymore. Being frozen in shock, I didn’t think to turn on my phone as a light source. All I could do was sit there and try to breathe while the sobs squeezed the air out of my lungs.

After what felt like an eternity, I almost got blinded as Mark who had woken up from my rough, choking breathing turned his phones flashlight on, shining it in my eyes. Cursing quietly, he freed himself from the blankets and hurried to my side, almost tripping over Youngjae in the process. “Hey Bammie, everything’s ok, try to breathe with me”, he instructed, holding my hand to his chest as he demonstrated slow deep breaths. But how should I believe him that everything was fine? The power had just cut off and there was a massive storm outside. Slowly there were more and more members waking up as I struggled to mirror Mark’s breathing pattern while my mind raced faster than the wind outside. After a few minutes, I could see their concerned faces through the tears in my eyes. The living room was dimly lit by candles. I was just catching my breath as Jinyoung kneeled down in front of me squeezing my knee. “Bam, can you tell me what happened?”, he asked in a hushed voice. “I was awake and then the power cut off. The wind is so strong”, I rambled, still clutching Mark’s shirt. Now that my hyungs were with me, assuring me that we were safe, it was easier for me to believe it. Jinyoung had taken my empty cocoa mug and now returned to the living room after refilling it with warm milk with honey. Still shaken, I thanked him, slowly sipping the warm drink. It was something that never failed to soothe me and of course my members knew that.

When I had finished my drink, I was finally calm again, even a bit sleepy. Mark had rubbed my back the entire time and now got up, stretching when he was satisfied I was ok. After running hot and sweating during my initial panic, I now felt cold and started to shiver a bit. Yugyeom looked at me sleepily and opened his arms. “Cobe here, hyu’g. I probise, I’b warb”, he slurred. Not having to be asked twice, I quickly got up and cuddled into the maknae’s side. He didn’t lie, the heat was still radiating off of him. “Sleep!”, he ordered with closed eyes as Jackson spread a blanket over both of us and Jaebeom turned on a Christmas playlist to drown out the noise coming from outside. I did, we all did. Despite the storm raging outside, we were safe in each others’ presence and with the candles illuminating the living room, I felt a sense of peace which I was certain the others felt too.

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