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[lunastars21]

Wait, there's a Dark Mobius au? As in, Archie's Dark Mobius? The one where Bark talks, Bean's dating Bunnie, and Fang/Nack's first appearance was his lifeless corpse hanging from a wall?

... Can we hear about your version?

I was about to go to sleep but WHO NEEDS THAT, ABSOLUTELY I WILL TALK ABOUT MY BOYS

My version of the dark mobius universe is basically the same but different in a way!

Instead of Fang being a lifeless Corpse all the way through, he's actually one of the first cores to be saved and returned back to his body. While enerjak was being a cocky asshole, the Dark freedom fighters realize that he's only mainly focusing on jani-ca, his own daughter, once this was realized the group finally start a rescue operation to at least get one body and core. Jani-Ca will act like she's on an important mission to maybe find a weak point of enerjak with the sword of acorns with Cutlass and Payback, While everyone else sneaks into his lair to retrieve a body, when jani-ca has enerjak use the corse he collected, she focuses on defeating a prelate and taking the core quickly before Enerjak does. This core is coincidentally Fang's (who goes by Nack in this Au), the plan actually works and Enerjak uses his other prelates to chase after her, but Cutlass and Payback blind him and they easily escape, once giving the other group the information they quickly get Fang's body out of its prison, Demo promising the other lifeless souls that they will be back for them all soon and quickly flee before enerjak comes back. Once both core and the body are together, Jani-ca focuses her power on the sword and fuses the two back together. Fang became whole again and eventually woke up, looking different than when the group last saw him.

Before Enerjak's attack, Fang was..well fang, instead teamed up with a Bark who talks and a Bean who is older than his prime self, Fang gave the dark freedom fighters the duo as he thought it was better (and safer) for them to be with the team. As he went to go get the sword of Acorns and watch Downunda sink by enerjak. He was then attacked by prelates as he was heading to the location where jani-ca dropped his pay. But when she got there, all she saw was the sword. Eventually, she was attacked by Fang's prelate form. Now freed from that, Fang has Scars on his back, the bridge of his snout, and his ear, showing that if the prelates are damaged, they get scars on their original bodies. Thankfully, never killed, but the marks of their time as a prelate are still there. He's also more paranoid and less of an asshole, he's actually more friendly and optimistic, considering becoming a prelate is basically purgatory between life and death, he now values life and is all on board to helping the others free everyone else than just for pay.

Demo Duck was definitely confused seeing this New Fang but was all for it, Blockbuster was the same but couldn't help but know under that smile was fear of facing enerjak again, so Him and Fang usually have a cup of tea to relax every now an then.

Now for some minor little facts:

- Scarlette and Demo are still a thing, as I got into these freedom fighters before I even read archie, so I thought this concept was interesting, and Cutlass was more of an older brother figure to scarlette instead in this universe. (I do ship bunnies an Antoine in prime universe, but I do like how this older bean is protective and shows his insanity side whenever scarlette is in danger.)

- In Ian's first version of dark mobius, Other M (a Fan comic), Dagger's Family was killed by Fang, but here in dark mobius, his family is never mentioned so most likely enerjak took their cores. Dagger and Fang argue with each other, though, to reference their old rivalry, but are more like Brothers who constantly wrestle each other but have a bonding moment over kicking this echidna's ass.

- Other M is an erased universe that doesn't really connect to my version of Dark mobius, but some of these characters get nightmares of that universe, as it was how they used to be possibly, They all agree to be better and think when against enerjak this time, not needing to rely on a speedful or time traveling hedgehog. The only one who doesn't have these nightmares is Jani-ca as she wasn't in the original comic. Hell, she didn't even exist yet, I'm sure, so she keeps everyone's sanity in check.

- Demo is more rude and takes more of Fang's prime personality, but does show a soft side. He isn't a leader or planner like his other M counterpart, and enjoys pissing off his fellow freedom fighters. But at the end of the day he does encourage the group to have courage during these battles, and enjoys launching himself at enemies to create beautiful explosions!

- Cutlass taught Jani-ca how to use swords as she is planned to hold the sword of acorns to battle enerjak, while Blockbuster is the mentor of having a piece of mind and being calm In a situation, Cutlass is the mentor of quick reaction times, especially when confronting enerjak.

- From oldest to youngest

Blockbuster: 29

Cutlass: 27

Payback: 27

Dagger: 26

Fang/Nack: 25

Jani-Ca: 25

Scarlette: 24

Demo Duck: 24

- Corsen is in this AU but her Core has been taken and is also a prelate. Fang told Jani-ca to promise him to take care of her as he went to go get the sword, she promised, a few weeks later after he became a prelate however, the group got cornered by enerjak and his army. Jani-ca, having no choice in the matter, Sacrifices Corsen as bait while tricking her for a false plan so everyone can get away. Demo and Blockbuster didn't know as they were ahead leading the way, and jani-ca stopped Corsen while fleeing with the group, which explains why she was the last to show up. She only told the freedom fighters that Corsen stayed back to hold them off on her own accord, when in reality that wasn't the case. Jani-ca doesn't have the guts to tell Fang and told him the false version as well. Hoping to free Corsen last to stay away from telling the truth... But Fang will figure it out and not be too happy with the decision.

- Dark Mobius Corsen's outfit is just Jotaro Kujo's outfit

And that's all for now! If you guys have any questions on my version of Dark mobius, feel free to ask!!! I don't mind answering, and I've adopted the dark freedom fighters as well! ^^

Dark Mobius ^

Other M ^

(Can ya tell the fan comic itself is old '^^

[natti-ice]

I just discovered you and I’m crazy for your Eddie and Steve smuts like it’s unhealthy. Idrk if you take requests but you wrote that Eddie is into pegging🤭🤭 could you elaborate plz? I feel like thats so hot and I would just die! LOVE YOUR CONTENT YOURE AMAZING

First Time Pegging Eddie.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, pegging

Thank you so much bby<3 I’m so happy that you like them!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

Eddie was the one to bring it up, since the beginning of your relationship you both have been very open about your sexual wants and needs. You were both laying in bed one night cuddling when he brought the idea up to you.

"Hey, baby?" He whispered softly into your hair, his arms were wrapped around your waist holding you close to his chest.

"Yes?" You respond, tiredness laced in your voice

"Do you know anything about pegging?" This question immediately wakes you up, you turn your head to the side to face him

"Are you suggesting what I think you are, Eddie?" You ask scanning his face for any uncomfortableness but you can't find a trace.

A wide smile grows on his face "I wanna try it, you know to see if we like it... what do you think?"

You giggle softly "I would love to try it, baby"

The next day, you both set out to your local sex shop to find the perfect strap on. Eddie picked up each dildo that they sold and examined them to see the different shapes and styles that they offered, you watched him as he searched for the perfect one. You could feel yourself becoming more and more excited as the image of him bent over the bed play in your mind.

"This is it, this is the one" he shows you a box for a purple dildo that was seven inches. He chuckles playfully and says "let's get home and try this bad boy out"

Once you made it home he immediately pulls you straight into the bedroom and sits on the bed, he starts to open the dildo box with a smile so big you would've thought it was Christmas.

"Take your pants off, baby" he says and helps you out of them, he then puts the harness on you and tightens it so it's snug. He fumbles with his own pants as he tries to take them off as quickly as possible, you giggle at his eagerness

"Calm down, honey" you tease "it's not going anywhere"

"I know I know, I'm just excited" he chuckles and pulls down his pants exposing his already erect cock. You straddle his lap and start to make out with him, making sure he's prepared for what's to come.

After an intense make out session, it's finally time for the main event. "Get on all fours" you whisper seductively in his ear.

"Yes, ma'am" he smirks and lifts you off of him and gets into position

You stare down ass his bare ass as he offers himself to you, your heart beats faster than it ever has before. You take a bottle of lube and apply some to the tip of your fingers, you rub them together to warm it up. Slowly you rub your fingers on his puckered hole causing him to shutter.

"Easy there, baby" you say softly "just relax and let me take care of you"

"O-okay" he takes a deep breath to help calm himself

You spend a few minutes working your fingers in and out of his ass to stretch him open a little bit so it won't be so uncomfortable. Finally it's time to put it in. You lube up your fake purple cock and gently tease his hole with it.

"I'm gonna put it in, baby, just breathe for me" your words calm him instantly and almost make him even more excited

He nods in response and you slowly push into him causing him to let out a gasp, you pump in and out slowly to help him get accustomed to the size.

"Oh fuck" his voice shakes

"That feel good?" You ask, you would stop immediately if he said no

"So fucking good" he breathes out "I need more"

"Good boy" you praise and give him more

As you increase your speed, he increases his volume. His breathless pants turn into loud moans that fill the entire bedroom, you're so turned on by how much he loves you fucking him. You don't stop your thrusts for a moment as you reach your hand between his legs and start to jerk him off.

"You gonna cum for me?" You ask mockingly, already knowing the answer

"Y-yes, gonna cum" his voice is slightly muffled as his face is pressed against the mattress

Knowing his climax is imminent you speed up just the slightest bit to send him over the edge, his breathing becomes even heavier and his body begins to twitch

"SHIT!" He yells, his body convulses as cum flies out of his cock, his warm sticky seed covers the bed sheets and the back of your hand

"Fuck that was so hot" you laugh softly and slow down your thrusts as he rides out his high

[dailydragon08]

hi! if it's ok I'd love to request a scenario for the star wars gang please :) I'd love to see how they all react to a genderfluid s/o (if you have any questions plz dm me :D)

thank you!

Thanks so much for the ask! Sorry this took so long, I was on a bit of a semi-hiatus, but am back now and working on the other asks in my box! Also, thank you to @kaleidoscope1967eyes for some of the suggestions in here!

I think everyone would kind of be in the realm of similar reactions here, but with a few small differences. Everyone is very accepting about you being gender fluid and doesn’t make a huge deal of it, but are very protective of you in different ways. Eventually, they all get a knack for being able to tell whether you’re leaning more masc, fem, or somewhere in between for the day just by your clothes and hairstyle and will adjust pronouns accordingly if necessary.

Growing up as royalty and a major player in both the imperial senate and the New Republic, Leia is always on top of the latest fashions (which I wish they explored more in other media, but I digress). I think she’d be so interested in helping you adapt different clothing and hairstyles to how you were feeling that particular day and loves finding an outfit that either matches or sort of rhymes what you’re wearing to any events—or even just day-to-day wear. Being royalty and a politician, she’s traveled a lot, so this isn’t a new concept to her at all, and she thanks you for telling her with a warm smile and shoulder squeeze before getting down to business for the day. She’s very adamant that you not only have all the gender-affirming things you need day to day, but also that your preferred pronouns are written correctly in all official documents.

And if someone tries to misgender you or discriminate against you in any way whatsoever, Leia will give them the biggest dressing down of their life – no matter the time, place, or audience – and make sure they know to never pull anything like that ever again. By the time she’s done, they’re standing there like a chastised, guilty toddler as they apologize to you. If she had to, Leia would glare down and lecture the entire senate until they not only got it right, but didn’t even think about forgetting or getting it wrong ever again.

Luke is very accepting and wants you to feel safe and welcome with him above all else. He would make sure to give you a soft smile and thank you for telling him before opening up a discussion to make sure he was doing everything he could to support you and learn how he could improve. He does research on his own as well and if you’re also Force-sensitive, he will get you as many custom-made Jedi robes as you want so you have options for whatever you’re feeling day to day. He checks in with you frequently, both verbally and through the Force, to make sure you’re feeling okay and check if you’re using different pronouns from the day before. If you’re comfortable, he starts doing a daily check in via telepathic connection each morning so that even if you don’t have time to talk or are several rooms away, he’s still well informed.

The way he defends you differs a bit from his sister. If someone misgenders you or makes any sort of unnecessary comment, he’ll immediately interrupt and correct them. His face and tone stay as calm and serene as ever thanks to his Jedi training, but you can feel the irritation flowing off of him if it’s anything more than an innocent mistake. If this person continues with their behavior, he’ll correct them again and ask them to be respectful and make it clear in no uncertain terms that he sees any disrespect to you as disrespect to him and that the two of you will be walking away until they can conduct themselves better. Afterwards, he’s checking in on you and apologizing for the experience so gently and doing whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Han being Han of course makes some harmless, playful remark the first time your style drastically changes in front of him. But once you explain you’re gender fluid, he takes it in stride with a “good to know; so what are we doing for lunch?” He tends to be more observant than people give him credit for – especially with those he cares about – and although he gets good at knowing what you’re feeling that day with a glance, still decides to make a “Gender of the Day” game. Traveling around on the Falcon with him puts you in constant proximity and you find yourself stealing his shirts and jackets quite often on more masc-leaning days (which never hesitates to pull a cocky compliment or pickup line from him).

Anyone who dares to make a snide comment gets Captain Solo in full force, with a low “listen here, pal” as he leans across the table and makes sure they know if it happens again, they’ll not only have an angry sharpshooter on their hands, but also a pissed off Wookiee.

To follow up, Chewie (platonic) also is immediately accepting and although you can’t understand his language, you overhear Han keeping him up to date with your pronouns every day. Eventually, you learn from C-3PO’s translation that Chewie goes out of his way to ask someone in the OT gang every morning (and sometimes directly comes to you with the protocol droid’s help) just to make sure he’s got it right. He’s more than happy to help Han defend you as well and even when it’s just the two of you, he gives an ominous growl as he stands up to his full seven feet if anyone gives you trouble.

Similar to Leia, Lando is also well-traveled and an avid lover of fashion. This isn’t a new concept to him at all and in fact, when the two of you meet, he’s already asking what your preferred pronouns are. Like the princess, he’s also always elated to help you adapt your fashion choices and has many things custom-made for you – you can hardly say you like something or wish an aspect of a piece of clothing was a little different before he’s already buying it or having his tailors work on it. He even gifts you some articles of clothing that are a two (or even three!) in one via folding a flap a certain way, zipping something, etc. so that one shirt or pair of pants can double as either more masc, fem, or in between.

He's extremely protective of you, no matter who is giving you problems, and will always insert himself between you and the perpetrator with a hey before correcting them in a tone that leaves no room for argument. Especially with his higher rank in the rebellion, he can easily have someone removed from the room if needed and if Chewie’s nearby, employs the Wookiee’s help as well.

R2-D2 (platonic) chirps and beeps while wobbling on his outer legs to let you know he understands and is more than happy to support you. Although you can’t typically understand his noises, he still will sneakily change code in official documents or computer systems to reflect correct pronouns and if someone’s giving you a hard time, he’ll use one of his little retractable arms to give them a little shock.

C-3PO (platonic) of course is aware of gender fluidity, but has never met someone like you – at least, not that he remembers before his memory was wiped. Ever since then, he’s been glued either to Leia or Luke’s side, so hasn’t had a chance to experience much outside of the chaotic workload the rebellion usually requires. But he’s so interested and excited to ask you questions if you’ll allow, but also makes sure to educate himself on his own. You have to hold back your laughter sometimes when he excitedly comes to you about some new piece of information he found as if you didn’t know it yourself – but of course, halfway through his excited ramble, he remembers who he’s talking to and goes “oh, I’m so terribly sorry” before offering to help you in any way he can, always interrupting and correcting people when needed, and if they don’t back down, telling them point blank “well, I think you’re rather rude.”

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[amethyst-marshmallow]

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Last updated: May 28th, 2025

Hi! Im Marshmallow :3 U can call me Mars!! (or Amethyst ig?)

Genderfluid! They/them preferred but she/her or any is fine (i typically prefer neutral or feminine pronouns)

You can call me bro or sis or dude or whatever i do not give a shit (actually dude is one of my fav "general nicknames")

ADHD

Introverted

I'm a minor so nothing too inappropriate or weird plz!! (15 :3)

^I do swear tho, and sometimes make slight dirty jokes but nothing crazy (im very much my own target audience)

Birthday is Jan 21!

I type insanely fast and normally make spelling mistakes

For trigger tags i usually put "tw (thing)" and "(thing) tw" so keep yourself safe out there!! (also if you see me make a post i didnt tag correctly please lmk in a comment/reply, i will change the tags!)

Feel free to send any asks and also ask my ocs (or characters i draw a lot) questions! (the Qs my ocs answer are canon to them, but characters that aren't mine r just my headcanons!!) (might have to close my ask box due to bots but im tying to keep it open!)

My interests are on my straw page btw :3 (link at the bottom) but uhh here r some i am into right now!!!!

Dandys worlddd (specifically Shrimpo but i draw the other guys too,, i have a self insert for this aswell)

Osc (working on reworking my ocs PLEASE ASK ME QUESTIONS ABT THEM, i may or may not make my own object h) (Also i recently finished paper puppets take 1 and am gonna watch take 2 aswell!!!)

^Algebraliens!! Goes with osc but yeah heres a post w my designs for One Two and Four and yapping about my hcs for the species in general :3c My favs r X (also a comfort character) and Nine

Sona refs! I love self inserts so heres EVERY sona! but these r my main 2:

My fursona, Amethyst!

Also my persona, Marshmallow :33

I also have a dog named Zero!

she is so cute so silly (idk why she always look at cameras like that lmao-)

My other accounts:

I have a sideblog called @daily-shrimpy where i draw shrimpo every day :3 (i told you i was hyperfixating)

Youtube: Amethyst-Marshmallow (i mever upload🥰)

Scratch: Choco_catz and Marshmallow-catt (i forgor the password to the second account tho-) (been more active recently w animation tests!!!)

Strawpage: https://marshmallowgem.straw.page

Artfight: Amethyst-Marshmallow

Newly made Bluesky (idk how often imma use it): https://bsky.app/profile/marshmallow-kitty.bsky.social

‼️Dni‼️

Homophobes, transphobes, TERFS, rascist ppl, sexist ppl, anti-furs, basically if you hate people for being who they are just leave.

^ That also includes LGBTQ+ people who dont support all the community (like being in the community but being against ppl with xenogenders or neopronouns or bi lesbians etc.) keep LGBTQ+ weird and if you dont support your queer community leave. We will never be "normal" enough to be accepted by homophobes so you might as well find your friends and stop trying to please your oppressors

Pedophiles/MAPs/whatever other names they have - I'm a minor so it makes me uncomfy.

Proshippers - This term is tossed around a lot, I mean shipping adults w/ kids or humans with literal animals, or other things of that nature. Shipping "toxic" ships is ok as long as you aren't glorifying/idolizing that type of relationship or promoting harmful stereotypes

Zoophiles - Similar reasons to pedophiles and proshippers

Ai "artists" - ...Really? Buy a box of Crayola and get to work.

That’s the end! have a nice day :3

[hongcherry]

hi there bambi!! i just read "your light || jjk" and was wondering if u could maybe do a part 2 pls, if u dont mind? i liked it a lot and i would really like to see how they would end up together/the confession etc,,, i'm craving for some angsty to fluff fic, but it can be anything you want to write ofc ~~ no pressure pls ^_^ take care!

Your Light pt. 2 || jjk

💡 Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x roommate!Reader (f)

💡 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG 15; Fluff, angst; Roommate au, Your Light couple

💡 Warnings: Nothing really (but plz lmk otherwise!)

💡 Word Count: 1.9k

💡 Author’s Note: Goodness, this took me a lot longer to get to D: Truthfully, I've just been having a hard time writing, but I felt so bad when I realized how long this has been sitting in my ask box. I hope you all enjoy 😥💙 Also, I'm glad you liked the first part, anon ^-^

Part 1

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“Put your fingers here,” Jungkook instructs, positioning one of his friend’s hands on the keyboard in a specific way. “Your other hand goes on the mouse.”

“Okay, now what?” his friend questions as they glance back and forth at their hands.

“Join a game.”

Their eyes roam the screen.

“Where’s that button?”

Jungkook chuckles before he nudges their hand off of the mouse and does it himself. The screen changes, and they wait as they are sorted into teams.

You watch the interaction from Jungkook’s doorway.

There’s an odd twist in your chest seeing Jungkook so close to them.

His hand rests on the back of the chair his friend is in, and the other rests on top of his gaming desk. He’s never offered to teach you how to play one of his silly games. Though, you guess that’s because you’re normally scolding him for playing, not asking to play with him.

Jungkook must sense your presence because he suddenly turns his head.

“Yn?” he questions, confused.

“Oh! Uh,” you stutter. You completely forgot what you were going to ask him.

“Did you need something?” he prompts when you don’t say anything else.

“Yes, but I for—”

“Jungkook, I’m about to die!” his friend interrupts. “What should I do?!”

Jungkook’s attention redirects to the monitor. He points to somewhere on the screen.

“Go here, and use that to heal yourself.”

You stand idly as you continue to watch, waiting to see if he’ll turn to you again, but it’s obvious he’s too occupied. Plus, you still can’t remember what you were going to ask so there’s no point in waiting.

You silently move away from his door and go back to your room.

You’re not sure why you’re feeling… whatever you’re feeling right now. It’s not happiness or sadness. It’s not anger or annoyance. It feels almost numbing. Like there’s so much going on in your head, but nothing at the same time that it cancels each other out. It’s unexplainable.

Needing something to occupy yourself with, you decide to reorganize your sock drawer. It doesn’t require color-sorting, but you can’t think of anything else. The act, albeit giving your hands something to do, doesn’t distract your mind enough.

You can hear Jungkook and his friend laughing next door. It’s the only noise you can focus on as you accidentally put a pair of black socks with your purple ones.

Their laughter sounds so happy. You wonder if you ever made Jungkook laugh like that. Has he ever been that happy with you? Probably not considering you were always nagging him about his late-night gaming.

Truthfully, it hasn’t been too bad since the power outage. There are a few nights where you genuinely are annoyed, but overall, it hasn’t been bothersome. Perhaps you just need an excuse to talk to him.

Three sudden raps on your open door have you jumping.

Jungkook stands with his hands in his pockets. He greets you with a small smile that you reciprocate involuntarily.

“Sorry about earlier. What did you need?” he asks.

“I don’t remember,” you reply.

Jungkook chuckles and glances down at what you’re doing. He leans down and plucks out the pair of black socks from the purples.

You mumble a “thanks” when he tosses it in the black pile.

“Alright,” he says while standing up fully. “We’re going to go grab a quick bite to eat. You wanna come?”

The emptiness in your stomach tells you that you should say yes; however, you don’t want to feel like a third wheel, so you shake your head.

Jungkook lingers in your doorway, seemingly debating on if he should ask if you’re sure, but he ends up nodding instead.

“If you say so,” he answers. “I’ll be back in a bit then.”

“Okay,” you answer and turn back to your task at hand. You haven’t made much progress, but you don’t want to have a stare-off with him.

You don’t hear him move at first. As you’re about to turn around, his friend’s voice cuts through the silence.

“I’m ready,” they say.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook replies before there are two sets of footsteps growing faint as they move away.

Once the sound of the front door closes, your shoulders sag.

It’s been nearly two months since that night the power went off.

Two months since Jungkook found out about your fear of the dark. Two months of Jungkook being less annoying. Two months of this odd feeling growing inside your chest.

You’ve noticed small habits of his that you’ve never caught onto before. It’s not that you’re seeing him differently, but you’re seeing him more. You’re discovering more layers to Jungkook, and these aforementioned layers haven’t been bad. In fact, it makes you feel closer to him.

Though not only are you uncovering more about Jungkook, you’re forming feelings you’ve never had before. For one, you get a sour taste in your mouth seeing him be too friendly with others, which was not something you felt two months before.

Once you finally finish reorganizing your socks, you shuffle to the living room and lay a blanket over your lap. Hopefully, a movie will capture your focus more than your socks.

Hours pass as you cuddle a pillow on the couch, mindlessly watching the first movie your hand had touched. It was a simple way to pass the time as it was too early to sleep, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Jungkook’s been out longer than you anticipated.

Not that you cared.

You told yourself you’d just feel more comfortable knowing he was home before you went to bed. Nothing like waking up to the sound of the door opening and not knowing if it was a robber or your roommate.

With a heavy sigh, you begin to stand to retrieve a glass of water. You’re four steps away from the couch when the lights flicker.

Once.

Twice.

Then you’re submerged in complete darkness.

Your chest tightens, and your breathing halts abruptly. Several seconds pass while you stand still. Soon, your mind begins to conjure images of supernatural creatures emerging from the darkness.

You hastily, and clumsily, make your way to your bedroom. You locate the chipmunk nightlight quickly and flip the ON switch with shaky hands.

The small room lights up, changing colors smoothly. You focus on each color as you steady your crazy heartbeat.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been sitting in the dark. It feels like hours, but it could’ve just been twenty minutes.

The sound of the door opening jolts you from your trance.

“Yn?!” Jungkook calls out, worried.

Your body instantly relaxes at his voice.

“I-in here,” you reply.

There’s hurried shuffling and a few curses accompanied by a few thuds before you see his silhouette at your door.

“How long have the lights been out? Are you okay?” he questions and walks to your bed. He sits down near you, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothingly.

“I’m not sure,” you sigh.

“You should have called me,” he says.

At that, you realize you left your phone in the living room. Then you remember how he’s been gone for hours. Something in you turns bitter, and the power outage doesn’t feel like the main problem anymore.

“Shouldn’t you be with your friend?” you huff.

Jungkook stares at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His movements on your back pause.

“Even scared, you always have to sass me, huh?”

“I’m not sassing, I’m just saying,” you argue.

“Just saying,” he repeats slowly.

Suddenly, his hand is on your waist and pulling you closer. Your eyes widen, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away.

“I wanted you to come with us, you know,” he says.

“Where?” you reply, mind fuzzy with how close he is.

Jungkook chuckles. “To get food.”

“Oh,” you mumble. “I wasn’t hungry.”

“Hm. Well, I brought some home in case you got hungry. You hungry now?”

You debate on answering truthfully, but it seems your hesitation gives away your answer.

Jungkook pulls away from you and stands up. You inch closer automatically.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t plan to leave you,” Jungkook reassures as he offers a hand. You take it quickly, letting him pull you off the mattress.

You grab the night light and clutch it in one of your arms.

Jungkook gently grabs your other arm, fingers trailing down until they fit in your gasp. He guides you to the kitchen and retrieves the food.

You eat in silence, eyes dancing from Jungkook—who’s watching you—and to the food in front of you.

The silence is unsettling.

Usually, you could eat like this with Jungkook, but now the quietness forces you to hear your racing heart.

“Will you let me take you out to dinner one day?” Jungkook asks suddenly, causing you to choke on your food ungracefully.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says quickly and rounds the table to pat your back.

You shoo him away, grabbing your drink and taking a long sip.

Once you’re composed, you turn to him. “What did you say?”

You’re sure he knows you heard him, but you’re so stunned that you need to hear it again.

He smiles sheepishly. “Dinner? You and me.”

“L-like a d-date?” you stutter.

He nods, “Maybe…this Friday?”

Today was Wednesday. You barely had time to prepare—mentally and physically.

At seeing your shocked expression, he says, “Okay, maybe not this Friday. How about Saturday?”

“That’s not much better!” you whine. “Why the rush?!”

Jungkook laughs and glances down for a moment.

“Because I’ve liked you for a while. I’m tired of waiting,” he shrugs as if he’s not nervous, but even in the barely lit room, you can see he is.

Jungkook? Nervous?

“This isn’t a prank or something, right?” you ask. You recall his annoying gaming buddies from before and wonder if they’re behind this.

He frowns, shaking his head. “Of course not.”

Jungkook grabs your hands and lowers himself so you can see him better.

“I like you… You and your grandma ways,” he smiles teasingly.

“Shut up, Jeon,” you huff.

When you try to retract your hands, he simply holds on tighter.

“So,” he begins, “Saturday?”

“What if I don’t like you like that?”

Jungkook tries to hide his smirk. “Oh? So, you acting all jealous and clingy has nothing to do with you liking me?”

“I am not clingy!” you scoff.

“But you are jealous.”

“Shut up,” you whine again.

“I know the perfect way you can shut me up,” he hums and leans closer.

“Yeah, right,” you argue.

Jungkook doesn’t reply. He simply leans in more until his lips are on yours. There’s an oddly comforting tightening in your chest the moment his mouth touches yours.

And as if his kiss was the answer to all your problems, the lights begin to flicker on.

Jungkook pulls away slowly and glances around the apartment.

“See? True love’s kiss fixes everything,” he grins.

You ignore the pounding of your heart at the idea of Jungkook loving you.

“It’s just a coincidence.”

“That’s not a very romantic outlook,” Jungkook huffs.

“I didn’t know you were the romantic type,” you confess softly.

Jungkook smiles and tilts his head. “You’ll find out.”

“On Saturday?” you lightly tease.

His smile widens, and he pecks your lips.

“At seven,” he adds.

“At seven,” you echo with a smile of your own, excited for this weekend.

A/N: To those who were awaiting this, thank you so much for your patience!!!!! 💜

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[kimbap-r0ll]

I saw your request box is open so I would to make a request. PLATONIC! Lila with an affectionate daughter (or child in case you wanna make it gender neutral). She always gives him hugs, kisses, tells them how much she loves him also she isn't afraid to call him dad or daddy in public. Overall a daughter that just loves him (platonically of course).

Hi, thank you for the ask! I’m honestly not the best at writing platonic but I hope you enjoy! I’ll also write this gender neutral ^^

Lilia parenting an affectionate child!reader

First of all, having a kid that loves him back is good enough for him. He’s pretty chill (in most cases) as a father, so as long as the child respects him and is kind to others he’ll let them do anything

He will still be brutal with training though (think Silver and Sebek). Expect lots of climbing mountains, push ups, etc. However doing activities like this with your two “technically siblings” is a lot of fun. Who knows, you may do some competitions between them (Sebek and Silver are very competitive).

Lilia is over-protective sometimes. For example, if you’re going out late at night, he may be a little worried. Is it somewhere new? He’ll ask a lot of questions on where you’re going and who you’ll be with. He trusts you but he doesn’t want to see you getting hurt. If someone’s mean to you, oh boy they better be counting their lucky stars Lilia doesn’t find them haha.

He listens!! He might be the type to fool around and tease friends, but he truly wants to be someone you can trust. He will keep secrets with him to the grave.

Please give him something on Father’s Day, he will cry tears of joy 😭😭

Any drawing you make for him is going on the fridge or wall. It doesn’t matter if it’s 10 years old he will frame it and not take it down

As affectionate as you may be, be wary of his food haha. He will bring you seconds if you say it’s good (protect your stomach plz)

You two run at each other when you see each other after a long time without meeting up (Lilia travels frequently). You two act more like best friends meeting up, doing your own handshakes and things like that

He likes that you’re not embarrassed to call him a father, in fact he boasts it around to people haha

He has no trouble lifting you up and giving you a swing when you’re younger. He might’ve (read “did”) throw you in the air for your own excitement a few times until you almost got stuck in a tree haha

Lilia overall loves being a father-figure to people, and you just make him smile by existing. He will be your #1 supporter in anything, make sure you’re safe and cared for, and of course that you’re happy.

[missamyrisa2]

are there any kinds of questions you will not be answering by default?

I'll need you to go ahead and scoot onto my lap for this ~ no particular reason, I just want to tickle you while I talk about teases~ mhmmm come to the grand tickle inquisitor ~ you wandered into my silky purpley menagerie and how will you ever learn the rules of my realm if you don't let me tease your wiggly body while I pontificate the tiggles~? Yesss those are my nails on your waist mmhmmm~ how does that feel? Does it tiiickle?

I'm usually upfront if I get an ask that I won't answer. The only types of content that come to mind are truly sadistic tickles, anything with minors or ageplay, chastity devices, and anything excessively cruel. I like to do things cute~<3

Which is why you're right here and I can glide my nails up your ribs and slip one hand under your shirt to find that cute navel ~ ooh big toughie trying to resist but let's see how you fight me off when I have your underarm tickled ~ you keep struggling and I'll pin you to me and snuggle tickle nuzzle you until you're a perfect pile of helpless giggle-gasps~!

Other than that~~I won't reject them outright but an ask too big or too little I'll probably not be able to do anything with. That would be like sending me an ask for like a novel-sized tease with a dungeon of characters or a complex plot ~ or on the other extreme asking me tickles plz and nothing else. Sometimes those will inspire me but most times not.

Your giggles inspire me thoughhh~ you love being on the tickle inquisitor's lap ~ don't lieeee now ~ I know you like thisss ~ you want to tell me all about your tickle ideas don't youuu? You've seen how I melt other ticklish cuties and you just want those lovely sensations now too ~ silly tickle bug, my adorable tickle glutton ~ I'm gonna overload you soooo much just as soon as you start confessing ~ come on now, tell me a gooood tickle thought you've had, a lil tale of your desires ~ I promiseee I'll twirl this makeup brush down your tummy and give you plenty of neck kissies while you spill out your feathery thoughtsss~

I know it rubs some people the wrong way but I don't work in any set order. I usually open the box and look for something that grabs my imagination the right way and then write in a single push until I run out of thoughts. But it's because I don't want to just churn out teases to do them. I want to give my full attention and craft something hopefully tingle-worthy ~<3

And you certainly have my attention now darling ~ let's hear alll those tickle thoughts while I scribble my nails up your feet ~ and put these feathers between each toe~ why yes, you are restrained on my confession table now~ securely strapped so I can scrubby up your soles while you tell me the rest of the story which I'm absolutely going to use to tease you to bitssss~<33

[sweetlavandertea]

Asks are opened!

Hi hi! Sorry for not posting! (Life gets busy!)

I'm glad to say that the ask box is now open for asks!

I've already received some asks and they'll be answered shortly! Just a heads up that I'm not accepting any suggestive questions about Lillian or for any of the other characters.

I'd also like to say that I'm currently in the process of making a Au of my own and update posts will come shortly! For now I ask that you respect clown's boundaries I'll share my boundaries with you now!

Please respect my boundaries.. I'd hate to have to block you if I find out you've cross them!

Boundaries!

❌ No NSFW. This is a SFW account! (Slightly suggestive is a meeeeh but SFW only!)

❌Please don't objectify my characters (I feel they should be treated with the same respect as any other person with their own thoughts and feelings)

✅Drawing them are okay! As long at you give credit where credit is do! (Also plz tag me so I can see it! {♡△♡} ♡)

❌ Tracing/Stealing art or characters are looked down on here! (What is okay is tracing for practice and if posted, credit the original artist and not claim the traced art as yours. I'm 100% okay if you use my art as reference, as long as you put your own creativity into it and make it different in your own way! ✅)

❌Asking about personal things about me

✅Asking personal things about my character (they are okay with them)

➖ Keep things at least somewhat positive. (It's okay if you seek comfort in them, just don't over share. Your privacy matters!)

✅ If you want to hugs or kisses them that's okay! (As long as long as you keep things platonic!)

❌ Don't sexualize them. (Need to make this CRYSTAL CLEAR. Treat them like people! I'd feel uncomfortable if you sexualized them and so would they!)

(⚠️THIS ISN'T THE OFFICIAL BOUNDARIES JUST YET AND THINGS CAN CHANGE. FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I HAVE AS BOUNDARIES. THERE WILL BE CHANGES IN THE FUTURE!⚠️)

(just please be respectful)

Thank you for taking the time to read this! We're happy to receive questions and thank you for the support over on TikTok!

(Thanks from the chaotic trio and myself!)

Sneak peaks!

Here's some sneak peek for a video for my tiktok! It's taking a lot of time so please be patient with me I'm trying.

Thanks!

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#maann.. should I give up on my idea for a game then? because godot is not beginner friendly#im not the type of person who can easily learn info for one situation and then know how to apply it to another situation#i gotta learn instructions for each specific thing or else I just get overwhelmed and shut down#<- (not saying that out of insecurity i just have an intellectual disability and ADHD)#and if I have to code every single part of the game then im probably not going to be able to do it#im so sad#i have so many ideas to create but have very few tools that allow me to do it#these are real questions & anon on my ask box is on so if anyone has any other suggestions plz let me know

I'm not a coder but my understanding of the situation from listening topeople who are is that godot is much more beginner friendly than Unity or Unreal, because it's so much simpler. I'm told that unity and Unreal, because they have so many flashy features that give you so many options for doing things, tend to be more overwhelming than Godot. Also godot (like most large ongoing open source projects) has a very active community ready to provide support. (Of course, Unity and Unreal have that community also.)

Apparently there's a bit of a gap right now because Godot has been switching to 4.0 so some of the old tried-and-true tutorials are out of date until someone gets around to updating them. But depending on your idea, there's a bunch of purchasable, more specialised engines that might work for you, like Game Maker or rpgmaker. I messed around in Python for awhile a few years back and I don't know shit about code but that seemed relatively simple (and has pigame and soforth that seem to work well.)

I'm not a coder or game designer but I do follow a lot of game design channels on youtube so my reccommended list is usually full of random game design stuff. Anyway over the past few days my youtube recommended has been saturated with videos with titles like "Godot basics for Unity developers" and "How to learn Godot if you're used to Unity." For completely normal and random reasons I'm sure. No external reason why this might be a popular kind of video right now.

[geekedoutbunny]

I loved the proposal one

What about one for as nodt, gin and adult uryu(seperately ) plz

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt 2.

Part two for Proposal of a Lifetime. Here's part one.

Thank you for sending in this request, I'll try and give this Fic justice!! I hope it's to your liking.

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Nodt

Nodt is a very arrogant yet very quiet man, he won't really come to you unless he has to. He's rather conservative and very isolated with himself. He is however very religious, so he'll be a very traditional man when he propose to you.

It'll be a normal day, nothing too special. It's dinner time and you were both currently eating, his palms were sweaty from nervousness, but he steeled his resolve. He pushed back his chair and he got down on one knee. You watched him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing, but your eyes widen when you seen him get down on one knee.

He dug into his pants pocket and he pulled out a velvet box. He stared at you with a nervous stare. "(Y/N), will you, make me the happiest man in the world? By being my love forever?" He'll ask you. You stared at him a shock a bit longer, before you nodded your head, as you began crying. He stood up, pulling you in a hug, you could feel his heart beating rapidly, and you smiled. Not feeling alone as your own heart was racing.

Gin

Gin was a real sly very sneaky man. He was mischievous and he enjoyed the element of surprise. He wanted to surprise you with the best proposal ever. So, he planned, and he planned, and he planned. He didn't want anything too basic, but also nothing too overdone, something that you both can talk about for years to come. He got it.

You just came home from work, and you were very tired from the day. You walked into your home, taking your shoes off and dropping your things off by the front door. You sat down on your couch, and you sighed. You were content in the silence for a while, before something hard plopped into your lap.

You jumped at the feeling, and you looked down at it. You saw a velvet box and your heart nearly froze in your chest. You stared down at it, overwhelmed with emotions, you slowly picked it up and you opened it, seeing that it was empty. You deflated from the sight, and you rolled your eyes. You threw the empty box to the side, too tired to focus on Gin's bull crap. But you nearly died from fear when he came from around the couch yelling.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME, (Y/N)!?" You jumped all over and you stared at him with wide eyes, he busted out laughing, repeating his words that slowly faded into historical laughter. You glared at him for a moment, before you sighed. "Gin." You said in a lecturing tone. He just hugged you, giving you a half ass apology and you could do nothing but shake your head. "I can't with you sometimes." You spoke.

Adult!Uryu

Uryu was a very mature man, he was hardly the joking type. He had a strict schedule and he followed it dutifully. He wanted you to follow it too, but he understood if you couldn't, just as long as you were somewhat organized, then that worked for him. He's been meaning to propose to you lately as well, he's been so focused on trying to make it special for you until it was making him mess up his own schedule, and you noticed it.

So, came the next day, before he went off to work, you were helping him with his tie when you asked him. "Uryu, are you okay?" You asked him as you rubbed his shoulders comfortingly. He stared at you, compilating on lying to you, but he decided against it, and he looked down, digging in his pocket. "I uh, I wanted to try and make this special for you, but I didn't know how to go about it, and I started hindering my daily life, so it's best I do this now." He confessed.

You stared at him with a questioning gaze as you lightly shook your head at him. He then dropped to one knee, and your world went upside down for a moment. You nearly lost your breath as you covered your mouth in shock. He opened the little velvet box, and he presented the ring to you. "I know these words have been used a million times, but I don't have the creativity to express it any other way, how can I? When every time I look at you, I lose all sense of thought?" He spoke.

You smiled at his words as you moved your hand from your mouth and over your heart. "(Y/N), will you marry me?" He asked. You smiled as you slowly nodded, and he smiled. He placed the ring on your finger gently and you eyed it in the sun light. He then stood up and you both embraced. Your ride together was truly just now starting.

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[eviesaurusrex]

Hi bestie, I need some playful teasing(22 on the first list) with Harry Styles plz and ty ty🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

It says so much about my former relationships that I seriously had to google what playful teasing is lol 💀

no. 22 from this list and I just realized I wrote this in a totally different direction, whoopsie, sorry, I'm stupid

warnings: nothing, fluff, some cursing, reader is described to be shorter than Harry

word count: 1k

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Getting ready for events always had been and always would be a hassle, a fight in more than just three acts, a headache-causing nuisance. Not because the people around them weren’t as lovely as humanely possible or the chosen outfits not fitting enough—quite the opposite. It was exhausting to be peeled, scrubbed, and peeled again; to be brushed and sprayed and formed; to be ripped out of her comfortable sweatpants and hoodie she loved to wear around the house in her free time. She loved her job, and she loved Harry with all her heart, but sometimes YN just wanted to have a little peace and quiet—and less body-bending and skin-irritating procedures to look somewhat presentable in the eyes of the public.

She had her eyes closed while two people took care of her hair for the first time this afternoon, a lot more gentle and cautiousness than the last time when YN had thought the woman in her back was this close to ripping her hair out. The memory alone made her almost flinch in the comfortable seat. A sigh left her lips, somewhere between contentment and relaxation, but was interrupted by the voice of her boyfriend as he entered their bedroom, where the beauty front had set up the operation base for tonight’s event.

“We need a moment,” he just spoke, letting YN cock both brows as she looked over at him, standing next to the door with his hands behind his back, already dressed in the perfectly fitting suit Michael had chosen for tonight. As soon as the last person left the room with a questioning look thrown his way, Harry closed the door behind them and turned with a smile on his face. “Is everything alright?” The first thought was that he had gotten sick and would tell her she needed to do this alone, but the soft nod of his head soothed her worry-turning thoughts. “Everything’s perfect, darlin’. I just have something for you and I thought you could need a break anyway.” Now it was her turn to smile at his thoughtfulness while standing up and meeting him in front of their bed. “It wasn’t that bad today. It was actually quite… soothing.” The surprise in her voice was even audible to her ears. “But what is it?” Now sounding like a kid on Christmas morning, YN looked from his face to his still in his back clasped hands. A hand got stretched out to gently pull at his elbow as he didn’t seem to make a move to reveal the thing he had for her. “Harry,” she almost whined like a child forced to be waiting for their turn to rip open the presented gifts and pulled a bit harder while Harry started to show his cheeky grin.

“Oh, you want it? You really want it, darlin’?” Teasing her was his main job if someone asked YN. Pouting, she nodded and pulled again. “Of course! You can’t tease me with the prospect of a gift, even though I told you to stop buying me stuff I can easily afford myself, and then keep hiding it from me!” As the pulling apparently proved itself to be a fruitless attempt, YN let go of Harry’s arm and started to round his body, but he, of course, just turned on the spot, cheeky grin still very prominent on his face. “Stop talkin’ nonsense, darlin’,” he grinned and raised the hand holding a velvety black box above his head, making it impossible for her to even get close to it. Not even her already put on high heels could do much about it.

Still, she tried everything to get to that box. Jumping up and down in front of him in order to at least get a hold of the edge, stretching her body as long as possible while pressing herself against his broad chest, pout unmoving on her lips. “Give me the bloody box, you big teasing baby!” She hit his chest repeatedly, making him laugh her favorite laugh—loud and full of happiness.

Finally, YN hung on Harry’s arm like a koala almost falling off a bamboo tree, grumbling under her breath and looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips as her last measurement of resistance. Meanwhile, he was already in the process of letting his hand slowly move downward, but his head was a bit faster to distract YN with a kiss on her lips. “Don’t be mad at me, darlin’. Y’know how much I love to tease you,” he whispered at her lips, feeling YN’s smile return, and grinned himself. “I know, I know,” she whispered back, and, as he pulled back, he could see her rolling eyes, the smile still on her pretty face. “Am I allowed to see it now?”

Nodding, Harry let her grasp for the box wrapped in black velvet, watching her closely as she inspected it without opening it.

“Don’t wanna know how much money you spend,” was all she mumbled before opening the clasp and pulling up the lid, exposing a beautiful necklace he had bought for her weeks ago. Her quiet gasp was already satisfaction enough, but seeing her looking up at him with such big, wonder-filled eyes was even better. “H…” It was only a breathy whisper of a letter, fueling him with the knowledge he did the right thing. “Y’like it?” Her nod was fast and hard. “You know I love it. You know I had my eyes on it for months. But—… but H, this—… you shouldn’t have—…” Gently, he cupped YN’s chin with his fingers and moved it up to press his lips to hers for another soft kiss. “I know I didn’t have to, but y’know I love spoilin’ my girl. Especially when she’s nominated for the biggest award in her career.”

Blinking the tears of joy and gratitude from her eyes, YN pulled Harry back down to her, letting their foreheads rest against one another. “Thank you, you teasing moron,” she whispered with a grin tucking on her lips and kissed every inch of skin she possibly could reach.

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[ashcal99]

Certain Things : Leah Clearwater I

Chapter One

"Something about you, It's like an addiction, Hit me with your best shot honey, I've got no reason to doubt you, 'Cause certain things hurt, And you're my only virtue"

Summary: Conner Swan moves to Forks Washington in hopes to help his sister Bella through her breakup with Edward. In hopes to find happiness again. He finds much more.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, loss, antidepressants, general angst, slow burn

Words: 3.5k

A/N: Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz thnx.

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!!!There is a prologue linked above if you're interested. You don't need to read it, but it does explain a lot of what's written later on.!!!

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December 18th, 2005

Traveling to Forks all the way from Phoenix was a long and boring trip. One that Conner had never driven before as he typically flew when traveling to visit his father. Unfortunately, seeing as he had about 20 moving boxes crammed in and strapped down under a tarp in the bed of his truck, he couldn’t exactly travel by those means this time. He supposed could’ve shipped his belongings and truck up the country, but he didn’t even want to think about how much money that would have cost. Being an accountant didn’t exactly support a lavish lifestyle by any means. Moving was never fun, especially when it was almost 1,600 miles away. But he knew that when he agreed to his father’s request to relocate north.

The twenty-one year old had been driving for about nineteen hours now, so doing a quick calculation in his head, he figured he had about four and a half hours left of the drive. He had refused to stop and pay for a hotel that he couldn’t afford and tiredness had long started to eat away at his mind. Looking at the small fluorescent numbers on his dashboard, he saw it had reached dinner time. In almost comical timing, his stomach growled out a borderline demonic sound, demanding to be fed. Giving into hunger, he pulled the old dull blue chevy truck to the nearest exit, deciding he would stop at the first restaurant he drove past. Much to his dismay, the only signs of life were an old gas station that looked like it was straight out of the 1950’s and a diner to match. Sure, 50’s diners had their appeal, but let’s just say, this one seemed a bit too authentic. He could get back on the interstate and drive further to see if there was anything else, but he knew for a fact that there wouldn’t be another exit for miles and he wasn’t about to backtrack south. He would just have to hope and pray that the food tasted better than the place looked. 

Driving up to the almost empty parking lot, he pulled the transmission into park and un-clicked his seatbelt. Pausing for a moment he glanced again to the dirty windows and rusting railing of the building and grimaced. Did he really need food this bad? His stomach answered almost immediately with a low gurgling groan. Okay, that would be a yes then. Throwing his door open, he stepped out, stretching his long limbs for what felt like the first time in years. Reluctantly, he stepped back from the pick-up, manually locking the vehicle with the key, and began trudging stiffly to the dull chrome rimmed door. Once inside, his hopes for a decent meal demolished to ash as the odor of grease and burnt toast hit his sinuses. His nose wrinkled in disgust, as he choked out a cough in protest, earning the attention of a middle aged woman wearing a stained white apron who was sat directly in front of the doors, at the diner’s bar. Looking almost shocked to see a customer, she slid off the stool to her feet. Stepping over to greet Conner at the “wait to be seated” sign. 

“Well hello, how can I help you?” She asked confused, the crease between her brows deepening. This couldn’t be a good sign, right? Surly it was bad that she was questioning why he would step into a diner around dinner time.

Taking a quick breath, trying not to breath through his nose too much, he answered. “Um yeah, table for one?” He needed food and a break from driving to wake up, he told himself. He could muster through this and get back to driving soon. 

Quirking an eyebrow at the young man, the woman answered. “Are you sure about that? The only people we ever really serve are the farmers around here, and they clearly have incredibly low standards when it comes to the definition of food.” 

He grimaced as another strong wiff of something burning hit his nostrils, seeming to singe the hairs. “Yeah, I can see that, well… smell it I guess.” He stated, wincing from the stench. “Unfortunately though, yes, I am afraid I do need to have something to eat as soon as possible or I think my stomach may start eating itself. Which I’m starting to wonder if that is the better of the two options here.” He half joked, earning a small slanted grin from the waitress.

“Right this way sweetie.” She said, ushering him to follow her to the furthest booth from the open kitchen. She slid into the booth quickly, reaching forward to unlatch the ancient window. She swiftly pulled the metal frame upwards, it groaning in protest. “Sorry about the smell sweet pea, our cook Earl gets a bit overzealous with the toaster.” She apologized, sliding against the old creaky booth to stand upright.

Conner smiled slightly, leaning down to sit on the cracked worn leather. “No worries, I just need something to eat to get me by for the rest of my drive.” He stated, pausing a moment to get a nice breath of fresh air from the now open window. “What would you recommend that’s least likely to give me food poisoning, a heart attack, or a stomach ulcer?” He half joked, a lop sided grin forming on his mouth. 

The woman let out a bark of laughter, throwing her hand to her chest. “Honey, I wouldn’t touch any food here with a ten foot pole myself, but if you’re that desperate, I would recommend a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup considering the soup comes from a can-“ she paused, taking in a breath from her nose, and continued. “But, on second thought, maybe just some soup would be best.” She smiled apologetically. 

Agreeing to the soup with a glass of water to drink, Conner leaned back into the creaking booth, stretching his legs as much as the space below the short table would allow. Running his fingers through his hair, he let out a deep sigh, as his thoughts began to wander. 

He didn’t know what to expect when seeing his sister again after almost a year with little to no contact. The last time he had seen her had been after her accident and she had been too drugged up on pain meds to really hold much of a conversation. As far as he knew, she had no idea he was moving up, as him and Charlie decided it would be best kept a surprise. 

Conner wasn’t too sure how she would react considering she had willingly stopped her daily conversations with him. He did know that after starting his antidepressants he had gotten a bit better with handling his trauma, and he could only hope that he was less of a burden to her because of it. Because, that’s what he was, right? Clearly there was a reason she had stopped talking to him after years of having a tight knit relationship with each other. 

Really, he didn’t blame her, not too much anyway. He didn’t want her to feel trapped into comforting him through his depression, no matter how much it hurt him to be pushed away. She was the younger sibling and he had made the promise to protect her, not the other way around. He couldn’t expect to be coddled by her. None the less, the thought made his chest ache.

He slumped forwards, elbows resting on the table, dropping his head into his hands. The dull ache in his forehead grew. His thoughts continued grow more and more dismal, the ache turning into a pulsing behind his brow. He let his eyes shut as he kneaded his thumbs on his temples, trying to relieve some of the pain. 

Before he knew it, he was jolting awake to a small shake of his shoulder. Looking around frantically, it took him a moment to remember where he was. The diner’s fluorescent lights burned his sleepy eyes as tried blinking them to attention. Turning to the waitress that still had her hand on his shoulder he asked, slightly panicked. “What time is it? How long was I asleep?” 

She gave him a soft smile and replied. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you were only out a few minutes.” She paused, setting the bowl of steaming soup she had been holding down on the table, completely unbothered by the obvious heat of the ceramic bowl. “I am, however a bit concerned about your state of alertness and getting back on the road.” She continued.

He let out a small awkward laugh in reply, brushing his fingers through his hair once again, it being a bit of a nervous habit of his to do so. “Yeah-“ He said, letting out a deep yawn. “I guess I needed a bit of a power nap. I should probably get a cup of coffee to go and hope my stomach doesn’t put up too much of a fight at the food and drink combination.” He laughed. 

She chuckled in reply, resting her hands inside the stained apron pockets. “Well, I’ll go ahead and start brewing that for you then.” She said smiling, turning, and walking behind the bar.

——————

Conner sipped on the coffee that had long lost its’ warmth, trying to keep himself alert. It had been a while since he had been in cold like Washington during December, and of course, he had forgotten that his truck’s heating had gone out. It was just his luck that this happened. He hadn’t exactly forgotten, but he had been so used to driving around phoenix, no matter the time of year, with his window rolled down to compensate for the fact that the heating and ac had stopped working. Arizona didn’t exactly come with the issue of trying to stay warm over half of the year. So, of course, when the sun had set just as he crossed over the Washington state line, he instantly regretted not fixing the truck previously. He knew he would have to find a mechanic to fix it asap, but for now, he was screwed.

So there her was, bundled in as many layers as he could fit on his body, sipping on cold coffee, shivering while his teeth chattered in his mouth. His cheeks had to have been bright red, he was sure. He was almost there though. In fact, hd was even starting to recognize familiar buildings on his way into town, and he knew he was only a few minutes away. Sure enough, he rounded the corner and instantly spotted the old police cruiser out front.

 Not much had changed with the house since he had last seen it. The same old trees out front. Same chipped white paint. The only difference was a clunky ancient looking orange truck that now occupied half of the cracked driveway. This, he knew to be Bella’s. She had gotten it on her first day in town, back when she was still speaking to her brother. 

Putting the truck in park for its’ final time of the night, he sighed, pulling the key from the ignition. Grabbing a few things, his keys, cell phone, and backpack full of overnight items, he slid out of the cab of the truck into the cold air. He closed the car door softly, trying not to make too much noise in hopes to not wake Bella, assuming she would be sleeping by now. He knew she had been having trouble sleeping and didn’t want to interfere with what little sleep she did get.

Walking up to the front door, he knocked softly. As he stood there, blowing on his hands, trying to warm them the best he could, the door swung open. And there stood Charlie. Not a thing had changed, minus maybe a new wrinkle here or there. Still the same warn out flannel shirt, bushy mustache, and warm brown eyes. "Conner!" His father whisper-shouted. Grabbing his son and wrapping him in his arms. God, he missed his dad’s hugs. Sure, the man was socially awkward as hell, but damn, did he hug with his whole heart. “I missed you so much, Son.” He said, the words muffled by Conner’s shoulder. His son had gotten taller since he had last seen him, that was for sure.

“I missed you too, Dad” He said, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come to visit sooner.” He felt his eyes begin to water, trying to push back the building emotion behind his voice.

The older man pulled away, keeping his hands on his son’s shoulders, looking deep into the blues of his eyes. “Stop that. You don’t have to explain yourself or apologize. You’ve been through hell and back, Con. I understand, and I just hope that I can be there for you when you need me.” He said, tears filling his eyes as well. “You and Bells are the most important things in my life and that’s never going to change, okay?” He asked. 

As Conner looked into the deep brown of his father’s eyes, the tightness in his chest that had been there for over year, slightly loosened its’ grip. He felt the comfort of home embrace the shards of his broken heart for the first time since Mia had left him. A small smile graced his lips as he nodded lightly, excepting his father’s love. 

Charlie let out a deep sigh, letting his hands drop from his son’s shoulders, ushering him inside the warmth of the home. Closing the door and locking it, he turned to Conner. “I put sheets on your bed upstairs. I’m sorry, I only had your old sheets that fit, so you may want to get new ones once you get settled.” He said, giving his son a small smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I’m sure they’re fine. I’m just ready to knock out for ten hours straight.” He said, laughing lightly. 

Charlie smiled. ”Okay, I'm going to go to sleep now, have to get up early in the morning. I assume you’ll still be asleep when I leave for work, but I’ll be home around seven, if you want to wait up and have dinner with me?” He asked hopefully. 

"Will do, goodnight dad.” Conner replied, smiling softly. 

"Night, Con. Glad you're here." Charlie took one more glance at his son before walking down the hall and into his bedroom.

He knew his aching limbs and head would have to wait until tomorrow to unpack the bed of his truck, so he didn’t bother waiting any longer before he trudged up the narrow stairs to his childhood bedroom. Trying to open the old creaky door quietly, he reached in, flipping the light on. 

Warm light flooded the room revealing a small dresser, and an old mattress lying on the floor. It wasn’t the best set up, seeing as he was six foot two and would probably find some difficulty getting out of bed from so low, but this was how it was set up when he was a kid. Charlie hadn’t had time to change much of anything with such short notice and that was made clear by the power ranger posters that littered the wood paneling of the walls and the sheets that were stretched tightly across the mattress that were covered in looney tunes characters. 

He sighed, knowing he would need to purchase a bed frame eventually, as he left his old one back in Phoenix, not exactly having the room for it in the bed of his truck. But that was okay, he had at least packed his sheets, and they were tucked away somewhere with the rest of his things. He would worry about that tomorrow though. For now, he just wanted a warm shower and a good night’s rest. 

Setting his keys and phone down on the dresser, he turned, making his way to the small shared bathroom down the hall. Turning the water on, he dug through his bag, finding his soap and shampoo, and setting them on the edge of the tub. Peeling layer by layer off, he tossed them into the laundry hamper that occupied the far left corner. Finally, he discarded his last piece of clothing, the cool air hitting his bare skin. 

Goosebumps rose on his arms as he stepped over the edge of the tub, letting the steady stream of water run over his rigid frame. He took in a deep breath, feeling the steam enter his lungs. Slowly letting the air back out, he felt his body relax under the warmth of the water. His body ached in protest of his day’s journey, the heat gradually easing the tense muscles. His mind blurred through the motions of his shower routine, wanting to finish quickly, so that he could enjoy the warmth for a bit longer. Finishing, he leaned his head back, letting the water droplets run freely down his face.  

It was then that he allowed his thoughts to overcome him. It had been an overwhelming day to say the least, and after over twenty-four hours of distracting himself with music or books on tape, he was finally alone with his mind. He didn’t know what to expect from the move. It had been so long since he had set foot in the small town, and suddenly he was picking up and moving here? Sure, he had always missed his father and was happy to be around people he loved once again, but everything had progressed so quickly, he hadn’t been given time to process anything. He had gone over a year after the accident going by a strict schedule he had set in place in order to distract himself from the agonizing pain in his heart. 

Now, he had been ripped away from his job, from his apartment, and from the life he was used to living day by day, and suddenly it was hard to breath. He felt his chest begin to raise quickly, up and down as he tried to catch is bearings. The sound of the water beating down on the porcelain tub began to drown out, the pounding in his ears numbing everything but the panic building in his chest. 

Was he screaming? Maybe? Surely not. No, definitely not. Snapping out of his thoughts, he quickly shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he rushed to dry himself and wrap the cloth around his waist. Pushing the door open, cool air rushed down his spine, bringing the goosebumps back to his skin. Following the screams, he found himself lead to what he remembered to be his sister’s room. 

Sure enough, there she was. The light of the hallway pouried in through the doorway, illuminating her thrashing body. He rushed to her side, shaking her urgently, trying to wake her from her nightmare. With a sudden gasp of air, she shot awake. Squinting through the light at the hazy silhouette before her, she blinked rapidly. Her voice cracked. “C-Conner?” She asked confused. Was she still dreaming? She couldn’t be. Her dreams hadn’t consisted of anything as pleasant as seeing her brother for a while now. 

But her heart sunk as realization hit her. She had deliberately avoided him for over a year. Of course she had a good reason to do so in the beginning, but eventually it just turned into her not knowing how to come back and fix the mess that she had made of their relationship. And now he was here to taunt her in her dreams? This had to be a nightmare. 

Panic began to fill her chest once again. Conner saw this in the brown of her eyes, and he quickly laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Bells, it’s okay. It’s me, I’m here.” He said reassuringly. 

The space between her eyebrows creased as she finally got a good glimpse at him. Water dripped from his tousled hair onto the soft lavender of her sheets, darkening the shade slightly. She blinked. It was really him. She wasn’t too sure if that was much better than him being a part of her nightmare. “H-How?” She breathed out.

Conner sighed, “It’s late Bells, and I’ve been driving all day. I’ll explain in the morning, I promise. But, for now, you and I both need sleep. Okay?” He asked. After receiving a nod in repose, he stood, assuring his towel was secure around his waist, and walked forward to leave the room.

“Con?” Bella croaked. Turning his head back to the girl, he hummed in question. “I love you.” She answered softly, her voice trailing off slightly towards the end of her sentence.

The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly upward. “I love you too, Bells. Goodnight.” He said, not waiting for a response as he walking into the hallway, shutting her bedroom door behind himself.

After going back to the bathroom and grabbing his backpack, he sauntered back to his room. Dressing quickly in black sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt, he climbed down into bed silently. Wrapping himself in the warmth and comfort of his childhood bed, he let himself succumb to sleep.

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Part: 12 {serieslist}

|In the booth|

Pairing: hamsterhybrid!hongjoong×reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: she couldn't help but adopt the sweet and shy but stressed hybrid. Will he be able to open up?

Warnings: nudity, implied r*pe, abuse, death, graphic depictions of the dead.

Word count: 2.8k+

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There was a nerve-wracking silence. The room was all black. Not even a single ray of light. The smell of the room was familiar. 

Hongjoong's head was hurting. He could feel the bump at the corner of his head. He was confused. It all happened so quickly. He woke up in this hell of a hole. With no clue about what to do. All of the signs were indicating one thing, but his mind didn't want to believe it. It was too much to think about. He wanted to escape. 

'Is this my life? Escaping? Am I not supposed to have a life where I don't want to escape for once?'

Tears filled in his eyes. It was scary to know that after so much he ended up in square one. His life is as dark as the room. He can't even decide if his eyes are open or not. He is a lonely hamster. He sits in the darkest corners and finds them as their comfort. At least they won't hurt him… right?

He wants to go back in time and embrace his real family. He wants to sleep carefully in his mother's warm arms. He wants to feel safe in his father's embrace. He wants to feel like he is actually at home. 

Hongjoong was hooked in his mind when the door opened with a loud clatter. The light from the hallway was too bright for his fragile eyes. He slowly opened them and saw a plate being pushed in front of him. 

"Listen, bitch, eat this up. I'll come back in 15 minutes to get you. Do you understand?" The man asked him while switching on a little light that he left near Hongjoong.

A few seconds later, Hongjoong felt a hard hand punching his right side of the face. It was too bad. He could taste his metallic blood. He coughed and held his cheek. 

"I asked you a fucking question! Do you not hear!?" Hongjoong nodded but he felt his ear being pulled harshly which made him hiss in pain. 

"Then fucking answer! Use your slutty mouth, asshole!" The man screamed in his ear. 

"Y-yes," Hongjoong whispered. 

"Hm. You better finish it up or else we won't give you any food!" The man got up and left him in the dimly lit room. 

Hongjoong was in pain. His face and ear were hurting. He was too used to being treated softly by you. He forgot how it felt to be beaten for a while. But you were just acting. He knew you were just like them who liked to disparage him and his oh so pitiful life. 

He looked down at the food. It was nothing but some rice and pickles. It looked undercooked. The rice water was running around the plate. There were no chopsticks or spoons. He took a deep breath and used his hand to eat the food. 

It was not good. He almost gagged. The pickles tasted moldy. His jaw was hurting from the punch. But he closed his nose and swallowed it whole without even chewing. He wanted to puke. 

At this moment, Hongjoong remembered the delicious food you fed him. All of the dishes. He missed the flavors… he missed… you. 

If his ears could curl up and hide inside his ear canal, that would be happening now. Hongjoong did not want to admit that he was missing you. Someone who was going to use him at the end of the day. He was upset. He wanted answers but now it was too late to think about the answers. He knew he messed up. His vulnerability took over his mind and made him leave without any questions. 

Even if you were angry, you still made the cake because he wanted it. You could have said no but you made the cake. His eyes filled with tears thinking about it. 

The softness for you didn't remain for longer when the musical box in his mind all over again. That hamster who lost from fate was struggling there and you were one of those who made fun of it. It all felt so heartbreaking. 

Hongjoong had grown to be used to your kind side. He didn't want to see the monster. He could have stayed like any other time, but he didn't want to see you become a monster. He loved you. He really did. He had to run away. This was easier than you becoming a different person… someone he was afraid of. 

The door opened again. The same man from before stood in front of it. He had a dirty smirk on his face. Hongjoong felt scared. 

'Y/n,' Hongjoong's mind called for you. 

It angered him. Why would he call for you when you didn't give two fucks about him. 

The next thing he knew was that he was grabbed by his hair and was being escorted somewhere. Somewhere he knew very well. And this was not good.

…

"My my my… look who's back after a long long break. Hm," the Master said. "I thought you were dead and was eaten by rodents by now. But alas! I was wrong," Master giggled. "It's okay. Now that you are back, we can nullify the loss we had in our business. Right? When we found you yesterday, I was so happy."

Hongjoong looked at his previous owner in terror. The Master was no small deal. He was dangerous, at least for the hamster's weak kind. All the bitter memories came flooding back. 

The master was sitting at the high desk just like when he first met him. He looked like a commando of the military. He had a dirty beard and mustaches.

Hongjoong's insides started trembling, even more, when the Master stood up and started taking small steps toward him. 

Hongjoong wanted to escape but the hold on his hair was too tight to let him do that. His eyes showed fear. His body was giving up. The coldness of the Master's aura surrounded the room. Even the man who was holding Hongjoong could feel it. 

"You have no idea how I want to rip you apart and see you die right in front of my eyes. But that Isn't fair now, is it? I wanted to starve you too but it will affect your performance. Let's not talk about this. Hmm…" the master pretended to think. "Oh! I heard you got adopted!?"

At this, Hongjoong's eyes snapped toward the Master. It was the last thing he wanted, Master to know about his adoption. 

"Looks like I am right. So why were you lurking around like a stray? Did she hurt your little ego?" He made a mocking sad face. "Tsk tsk, so we ran away? Just like we did before? Hm? Or did she leave you? Just like your previous owners who left you in front of this building that thunderous night?"

Hongjoong's blood was boiling. As much as it pained him to be reminded of you, he was craving your soft touch. You were going to hurt him more. Maybe if that happened he might not be able to take it coming from you. Because as much he wanted to disagree, he was in love with you. 

"Escort this bitch back and prepare him for his first client. He should look presentable after all," the master gave him a dirty smirk. "Rest we will deal with later."

…

Hongjoong was forced into a harness and was chained to his booth. His naked ass was high up in the air. Arms hanging in the middle of the air, wrists were chained up. 

The wall in front of him was covered with mirrors. He felt exposed. Looking at himself in this condition all over again was like sprinkling salt on raw wounds. He was helpless but there was no other way. 

Hongjoong's mind went back to your place. He was feeling your soft hand caressing his head, your soft lips on his temples. The cozy couch on which he loved to take naps without any care. He missed playing video games with Wooyoung. He missed Seonghwa's caring yet funny and messy nature. 

He was brought back when he felt a painful spank on his butt. He whimpered. He looked in the mirror and saw one of the regulars. Lee-Jung. He was rough and mean. Hongjoong never liked him. 

"Look at the bitch. All naked and ready to serve his sir all over again," the rich man said. "You made me wait for so long, asshole!" He spanked again. It stung so bad. "You will learn a new lesson today."

Lee-Jung manhandled him and did painful stuff. He slapped, kicked, and punched the poor hybrid. He was being fucked painfully. Hongjoong didn't think he would be surviving this day. 

Hongjoong could only think about you. He remembered when you touched him. That day he felt what actually being intimate feels like. The consent. The softness of your hands on him. Not once you hurt him. It was a new experience. It felt good back then. You didn't care about taking pleasure from him, it was about him and only him. 

This time his tears weren't from the pain, they were from the sweet memories. And it pained the most. Sweet memories hurt the most when the time changes. How could you keep such a mask on for so long? Hongjoong wondered if you were tired of pretending. 

'She is probably feeling better and is doing her thing. I bet she didn't even notice my absence,' Hongjoong thought. This is how he was convincing himself to hate you. But it wasn't working to the extent he wanted. 

…

Hongjoong ended up with bruises and a swollen face. His body was throbbing with pain. His mind was shut down. He was back in his dingy room. There was a little light from the light the man left before. 

This was the room where hybrids who made a mistake or didn't listen would be kept for some time. He has been here before. It was not good. Because of that time, Hongjoong was feeling anxiety seeping into his mind. 

He was not done for the day. He had a few more clients and then he had to face his Master. He knew very well that by the end of the day, he wouldn't be able to open his eyes or walk by himself. 

It was the time to get used to this all over again. 

…

It was dark outside and you were sitting in your kitchen, drowned in misery when you heard your doorbell ring. You thought that it might be Seonghwa and Wooyoung. 

You got up and opened the door, you were surprised by the red and swollen face of Jungkook. You quickly stepped aside and let him in. Your heart was thinking about the worst. You instantly thought about Hongjoong.

"Officer, what happened? Is it about Joongie!?" You asked him, tears already on the verge of falling. 

Jungkook shook his head and let out a breathy "no,". You felt a bit relieved but still tense. 

You took him out in the backyard and asked him to sit in the swing. You came inside and made Hongjoong's favorite tea that calmed anybody. 

"What happened, officer Jeon?" You asked him again. 

"I know I shouldn't be here. You should be the last person I talk to. Hell, I shouldn't even mention," he went on and on about why he shouldn't be here. 

"Officer Jeon! Please breathe. Alright? Calm down," you helped him breathe. 

"You can call me Jungkook, Y/n… I was around here looking for some clues. And, I got caught up in my own mind. I never talked about it ever in my life. But I thought about you and only you can understand me right now. I know whether talking about this will be a good decision or not. Probably wrong but I can't focus," Jungkook's voice cracked, and started crying. 

You couldn't do anything but caress his back. It was unfortunate to see him breaking down like this. 

"Jungkook, you can talk to me. Please don't stress yourself this much," you tried to get him to talk. "But don't tell me if you are not ready yet."

"A few years ago, I had a hamster hybrid as well," you didn't get a good feeling from how his story started. "We were so close. I was happiest when with him. We loved each other so much. There was not one day that we were separated. But… that didn't last for longer…" Jungkook sighed. He looked up in the dark night sky. "We were getting ready to go to the mall. I was still getting ready and he was ready. He said that he is going to wait outside. It took roughly 5-7 minutes for me to get out of the house… but he wasn't there…" his tears were falling endlessly  

"I tried to look around. I called his name at the top of my lungs. He never appeared. I thought he was playing around with me but no. He never came out and told me how much of an idiot I was," he paused.

"What happened then," you asked in a hushed tone. "Only if you want to tell," you added.

Jungkook looked at you with broken eyes and gave you a small smile before looking back at the sky. 

"A couple of years have passed. I was still looking for him. I knew he didn't leave himself. He loved me too much to leave me. He knew I had nobody except him. He knew my miseries. So I never stopped looking for him. Until one day… I was walking by the lake after my training day for the police. And I saw that some dogs were feeding on something that didn't look like an animal. I walked close to where the dogs were and I saw a rotting dead body lying on its stomach," you wanted to stop him to say any further but he beat you in it. "I wore my gloves and turned the b-b-body a-round. It was him!" He cried loudly after reliving that day. "It was my Han. He was lying there. He was eaten by the dogs. His face was covered with bruises and cuts. His ears were almost completely ripped apart. He had been stabbed seventeen times…" Jungkook held his head in pain. He needed to let it all out. He needed to tell someone. He kept himself from crying, from being vulnerable. He was pent up. 

You felt your heart breaking even more. You knew something was wrong but this, this never even came anywhere near your mind. You were afraid of something like this happening to Hongjoong. But you didn't want that to worry you right now. You had to take care of a crying officer who lost his love of life in the worst way possible. You wanted to throw away his pain. You forgot about your wounded heart to help the officer. 

"Jungkook, I'm sorry. I can't even imagine what you have gone through. If I were you, I might have died after seeing such a traumatic scene. I'm so sorry," you took him in your embrace and held him tighter. 

Jungkook cried in your arms. He let out years' worth of pain in your arms. He felt like a huge weight lifting off of his chest. He knew he would feel better after talking to you. 

"I don't want what happened to me to happen to you and Hongjoong. I want to find him sooner and with the least damage done. I want to protect you and Hongjoong. Please let me. I don't, I won't be able to live. Please," he cried and cried.

"I know you will protect us, Jungkook. I know you will," you felt grateful for his thoughtfulness. This gave you some hope. 

Hopefully, this hope stays tough and strong. 

…

You were in your room after sending Jungkook back, not before serving him dinner. 

You looked out of the window. Just like yesterday. But this time you prayed for Han. Jungkook was strong and lived through all of this. You thought about Hongjoong. You never want to see him like that. Your eyes filled with tears only by thinking about it.

"Joongie, please come back, baby. I'm waiting. Don't leave me alone now," you cried. 

…

Hongjoong was lying on the rough floor. He came back after serving his last client. His body was hurting. He was already served with bruises and scrapes. His insides were hurting so bad. 

His door opened again and was escorted to the room where the Master was. The Master was ready with his torture belt. Hongjoong sighed. There was no way he could get away with this. 

'Y/n, even if you were going to be like them, I would still love you. I can't stop now…'

.....

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Hey lol i hope i'm not bothering bug if that's okay could i request the first years + Grim {platonic only for the gremlin lol} (sorry i just love them they're all so precious🥺) with a MC who has demonic heritage? Like, when the mirror judged them he talked about them being stronger than the average human or something and they just shrugged went "ah yeah, it's because my grandparents are demons".

They're still human since they're the dominant genes but as i said previously they're stronger than an average person and have heightened senses. they're not as strong as a demon or a half-human half-demon but they're capable to defend themselves if needed.

Bonus if they actually get to meet their demon relatives and their relatives are super sweet to them. Sorry i just love the thought of a thousands of years old creature being soft for a kid 👉👈 gsksgs sorry that this is so specific gsksgsk

A/N: There’s nothing wrong with specific asks bby I love this prompt! I will be making a part two where the first years meet the grandparents :)

Y/N is gender neutral

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Epel Felmeir, Jack Howl, Sebek Zigvolt, Grim (platonic ofc)

Ace:

-You both had to study for an upcoming test for Magical History

-Ace texting you, and I quote “PLZ HELP”

-With a ridiculously, large textbook with leather fastening laid out on the table and other resources you began your session

-”Okay, I understand every section of this book. But the last one is about demons, but I really don’t understand it. It’s in this forgien text and I can’t read any of it.”

-You turned to look at the page, looking it over, you understood it perfectly

-”It’s discussing magic potion compounds demons use. It’s nothing that we really need to study in depth.”

-Ace looked at you like you grew another head, “How could you understand any of that, Y/N!?”

-”Well, my grandparents are demons after all.”

-”Y/N, what the fuck.”

-You can’t just drop a bombshell like that?? So casually??

- Ace had been crushing on you forever, and just now you’re confessing this to him??

-I mean he knew that you were incredibly strong, but he just thought that was how humans from this place you call Earth come from

-He was so shocked and in a state of disbelief that he just had to meet your grandparents

Deuce:

-There had been rumors of a dark evil from within the forest, something otherworldly

-”Hey Deuce, wanna go check out of what's in the forest?” you asked, bored on this Friday night

-”W-what?! Are you crazy? I’m not going with you and you shouldn’t either-”

-And there he was, by your side roaming through the dark forest with a flashlight

-Hearing the coos and caws of different creatures lurking within

-”Ah new humans to devour, my favorite!” a new voice exclaimed.

-And while Deuce screamed, he got infront of you to protect you “Y/N get behind me now!”

-”Y/N?

-You recognized that voice. “Eren?”

-”Oh, well this is awkward-”

-”Now what did your mother tell you about terrorizing the innocent?” you asked, gripping the shadow beast’s...ear?

-”Now you best go home, otherwise I’ll tell Aunt Acheron!”

-Deuce was in a state of shock, mouth gaping open at your exchange

-”Sorry, that was my cousin Eren” you said sheepishly.

-”What do you mean cousin?” Deuce asked, not believing what was coming out of your mouth

-”Well my grandparents are demons. Almost my entire family is!”

-You were just… full of surprises aren’t you Y/N…

Epel:

-Pomefiore was hosting a “Party for the Ages” as Vil called it

-And they needed to get these decorations on point, so Epel called Y/N to help aid them

-They needed to hand the streamers from the upper handrail of the stairs, which keep in mind is a completely second story

-”Hey Y/N, could you please hang these up there?” Epel asked, handing you the streamers

-”Oh okay cool” you replied. Wait why are you running- oh my god you jumped to the second story of the dorm

-”Y/N!” Epel yelled out.

-”Yeah?”

-”What did you just do?!”

-That was superhuman strength, no human being could jump from the ground to the second story of a house, let alone a mansion like building?

-Once you both finished decorating you told him about your heritage with demons

-” I-I see”

-He understands but he is still in shock

Jack:

-He always knew that there was something strange about you

-Your abilities were flat out inhuman and your smell was different

-But he just couldn’t figure it out

-Until one day, he just had to ask

-You decided to help the organize the Rugby field with him in the afternoon

-”Hey, Jack! Catch!” you said, about 80 feet away from him

-And there you threw, except you didn’t quite aim it right

-And...the ball went right out of the vicinity

-the display looking like a comet as it blistered with so much heat it turned a bright orange-fiery hue

-Jack gasped at what just happened

-”Y/N, what even are you?” he asked, still bewildered

-”Well, a quarter demon. I’m not as strong as my grandparents though” you smiled.

-Jack loves you dearly Y/N, but god did you confuse him

Sebek:

-Ah, Sebek he really did try to keep his feelings for you at bay

-I mean, him with a human? Pathetic, it could never happen

-But everyone did see how he treated you more gently than others he had distaste for

-When he realized your true power and when you told him about your family was when you challenged to spar him

-Sebek decided to just go easy on you and throw out a couple of magical beams or whatever to help your skills in combat-

-Wait you’re beating his ass hold on-

-Even though Sebek won, the fae started his own little fit

-”What was that?! T-That isn’t like weak humans at all!”

-”Well, technically I’m not human since my grandparents are demons.”

-You grabbed your towel since you started to sweat

-”Well I’m going home, nice sparring match, Sebek! You did super good!” you complimented, giving a soft pat to his forehead with the back of your palm

-If he struggled this much fighting someone who only has a ¼ or ½ human DNA (he doesn’t know your parent’s DNA after all) then how powerful is a fullbread demon?

-The man has so many questions that he will bother you about

Grim (platonic):

-He knew during the first few months of school when you both had ghosts in your dorm

-And while you didn’t mind, there were a few in particular that seriously got on your nerves

-Those ghosts had to go

-One day they just wouldn’t stop messing with Grim

-And while he is a slight menace to society, Grim didn’t deserve it

-So you decided to take out your Amina Box (Soul Box), or your Soul Snatcher as you liked to call it that your grandmother had gifted to you

-Once you opened it, in the ghosts went inside vacuum like

-Grim was so weirded out

-”They were bullying me the whole time and you didn’t bother to stop them?! And where did you even get a box like that, stupid human?”

-”First of all, it was a little funny. Second off, I’m not really a human, after all my grandparents were demons.”

-Grim stayed in silence, connecting the dots until the light bulb went off and he got a little jealous

- “How come all the cool stuff happens to you?” Grim said, pouting.

-”Don’t worry, Grim. If ‘cool stuff’ happens, I’ll be sure to take you with me. I promise.”

[treeganart]

[Story] Rosie is the one who got Wren into herbal teas 😌

I helped my bestie @rosecrestie to write this freaking wholesome story. PLZ GIVE HER SOME LOVE! It’s long but worth the read if you have time :)) I might do a part two in Wren POV to match Rosies! It’s filled with Ydris and circus fun, but mainly our own headcanons and characters so have fun ~

“Rosie stop running!” said the 13 year old Dashia who ran after the 12 year old girl who laughed, “No no! Hahah you beat me last time I won’t let you this time!” Dashia was exasperated “Fine- but like can we stop I feel like im gonna- pass out.” She sat on floor of the circus, Rosie groaned and turned towards her friend “Awe cmon… Tired already? Fine.” Rosie sat next to Dashia and sighed and noticed her father whispering to the storage caravan again. Dashia laughed “What do you think he’s whispering about? He looks annoyed hahah.” Rosie shrugged “I don’t know… he’s always whispering to the storage for some reason..” Rosie giggled and so did Dashia “Weirdo~” “When is he ever not weird!” They both laughed, Rosie watched as her father gave a sigh and walked back to the fortune telling tent. After staring at the caravan for awhile Rosie then whispered to her friend “What if we go see what’s in it?” Dash looked at her with a smile “No ones stopping us?” Rosie smiled “Alright! Let’s go then.” The two mischievous girls stood up and quickly made their way to the caravan. Dashia whispered to her partner in crime “What do you think is in there?” Rosie shrugged “Probably some extra tent parts..” Rosie and Dash slowly opened the door which revealed a…. Person?

Amongst the storage boxes and tent poles, In the shadows of the dimly lit caravan, they could make out a tall women hunched over the side of a small bed. As If sensing eyes upon them the figure quickly turned around to stare at them with panic stricken eyes and Rosie thought she could saw the woman’s hands shaking. But before either girl could get a good look the door to the caravan slammed shut in their faces - an annoyed Ydris now stood in front of them. Rosie stared at the door in shock “So thats where all my missing blankets were….” Rosie turned around and looked up at her father. Dash stared at him with a mix of fear and shock, Rosie noticed his hand that had slammed the door was shaking, he was huffing, she knew he was nervous. Ydris gulped and switched into a smile “Now now girls, a storage caravan is no place to play in-“ Rosie looked at the floor “Désolé Papa… We were just curious…”. Dash laughed nervously “Yeah…”. Ydris continued his smile as asked, “Well why don’t we get you girls something to eat then?” Rosie smiled “Yes please!” Ydris, content with his decision, quickly moved the girls away from the caravan. Rosie looked back towards the caravan thinking about the strange woman. She had questions. who was she? And why did she steal her blankets? She shrugged the thoughts off and followed her father and her friend.

When night came and Dashia went home, Rosie couldn’t take her eyes off the caravan, she felt bad, surely there was a reason why the lady was there and why her father was so secretive about it. She figured once her father was asleep she’d check on the lady and maybe give her some snacks, maybe she was just hungry? Rosie got up from her spot on the bed and rummaged through their pantry for some snacks. Unfortunately all she could find were, marshmallows, gummy bears, animal crackers, and some chips. Rosie sighed “It’ll have to do…. Now I just need papa to sleep…” Speaking of the devil, Ydris started to snore, rather loudly. Rosie smiled “Wow I must be a god or something.” She took the marshmallows and snuck out to the caravan, slowly made her way to the door, and opened it carefully, poking her head in. The woman snapped her head at the door like a started animal. Rosie gulped as the lady stared at her, “Hi…? I uhm… felt bad about earlier… and you looked hungry… so I brought you some snacks….I-I’m Rosie by the way…” Rosie slid the pack of marshmallows across the floor. The woman said nothing, so Rosie smiled and quietly wished her a good night. Rosie closed the door and returned to her wagon quickly so her father didn’t get suspicious by her absence.

The next morning Rosie went back to check on her, she noticed the marshmallow packet lying on the steps to the caravan, unopened and still full of marshmallows. She gave a sigh and took back the marshmallows “Mm maybe she didn’t like them…. Let’s try again tonight.” When night fell again and Ydris was asleep, she took the gummy bears to the storage caravan, she dropped off the gummy bears not saying anything to the lady then went back to her wagon to sleep. The next morning again, she found the pack of gummy bears unopened on the steps. Rosie got sad but she knew she wouldn’t give up - maybe the gummy bears scared the lady? She waited again for night fall to give this strange person the animal crackers, then went back to the wagon and slept. Rosie woke up before her father and rushed to see if the lady took the crackers, again came failure, but of course she still had hope, she would feed that woman even if it killed her or her food pantry. With a sigh she returned to the wagon to see her father making some tea. “You are up early…. I’m assuming you slept well ma petite?” Rosie smiled “Yeah..” She sat down on their little couch and watched him make his usual tea “Little dove may I ask why you have animal crackers in your hand?” Rosie laughed “No reason… I wanted to see if Zee would eat them…. Hehe.” Ydris laughed, “You’re so silly ma chérie, would you like some lavender tea?” Rosie shook her head “No thank you papa…” He gave her a look and said “You should have some… it’ll make you feel all relaxed…” Something in Rosie’s head clicked. “Relaxed..?” Ydris had given her an idea and she smiled saying, “Maybe later Papa.” She spent the day waiting for nightfall, and couldn’t help looking at the storage caravan, “Maybe, just maybe, she’ll like tea…”

Ydris was winding down after a show night with some tea. Rosie was eyeing his tea cup as he finished his first brew, and she watched him get up to make his second before she decided she would take his cup to the lady. When he finished making his second cup he turned around to look for some biscuits, and Rosie took the opportunity and swiped the cup before she quietly snuck out to the storage caravan. She opened the door and said quietly, “It’ll be cold tonight…. Here’s some warm tea…” She placed it down and wished the woman a good night, and as Rosie closed the door she noticed the lady shift off the bed instead of staring. She shut the door and sighed, then went to check on Zee for the night before heading to bed. “Zee mon amie~ Do you think that the lady will like my offering?” Zee nodded her head and huffed “Really? Thank you Zee… Bonne nuit.. and keep warm.” She headed back to the wagon and called it a night. When the morning light hit her, she snapped awake feeling anxious about the tea, and hoped it had worked because this was her last idea. She threw her shoes on and went to the caravan, but once she got closer she noticed the cup on the steps, like the previous times, and Rosie frowned thinking the lady didn’t take it so she went to get the cup giving up hope. However when she approached and went to grab it it was empty, so she stopped. Rosie’s mind was racing, she actually drank it???? The door opened revealing the woman in a better light and Rosie snapped her head to the door, getting a better look at the lady. She had an almost sickly pale complexion, with deep set bags under her sharp amber eyes. Her hair was long but an absolute mess, navy locks sticking in all directions as though someone had been dragging their hands through it. Speaking of hands, her long shaky fingers gripped the wood of the door like it was a last lifeline. Rosie and the Women stared at eachother for what felt like a long moment. The woman seemed hesitant but then she spoke in a course voice “Tha-“, she paused before restarting, “You said your name was Rosie…. My name is Wren..”

Rosie stared in disbelief as Wren closed the door. Rosie looked down into the empty cup, “Hm papa was right… maybe I should try some..”