#he's starting to become a bit of a security item... oh no...

[shirogane-oushirou]

the way i havent snuggled with a plushie in Years, but i get this little otter plushie and i've slept with him every night since + i stim with / "pet" him during the day like he's a kitty. i can't hug or lay on or scritch ren, but i sure can hug and lay on and scritch this bastard all day in his place!!

[the-froschamethyst4]

Their Guilty Pleasures

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COD Men Headcanons

Add two special guests

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König

Junk food

Cheats on his diet about every week

He can’t help it

“König I bought some donuts!!” His s/o calls from downstairs, you should have seen the way his head jolted up when hearing donuts

“You did?” He came downstairs acting nonchalant but he knows he’s going to devour those donuts in one sitting

“Yep,” his partner have him a soft smile

Around midnight König ended up getting the biggest sweet tooth craving he’s ever had and those donuts were calling his name

He gets out of bed makes his way downstairs and opens the box of glazed donuts

“Scheiß (shit),” he mumbles when grabbing one and sitting at the counter

Next morning his partner had woken up to no König in bed. They weren’t confused cause he had a tendency to get up before them

They make their way downstairs to the kitchen and saw their husband passed out at the kitchen counter the box of donuts open, one half eaten and on the counter.

“KÖNIG!!”

He jolts up to only realize what he did

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Ghost

Harry Potter

When he was a little bot him and his brother watched it all the time to distract themselves

At a point he thought Magic was real and that maybe Hogwarts was real and he was just waiting for that letter to come to the mailbox

Literally when I tell you this man sat by the mailbox at one point waiting for it, he then started to look at his window for an owl to come

He even at a point had a Gryffindor robe that he wore whenever he could get the chance to

It was still hard for him to make friends even as someone who liked Harry Potter when it was very popular, he still felt like he couldn't relate to the kids at his school

When getting older and becoming less and less involve with the Military he started to settle back into his old ways where Harry Potter was comforting to watch

"Harry Potter?" He s/o says coming into the living room and sitting next to him. "You didn't strike me as someone who likes Harry Potter."

"You must not really know me then." He chuckles. "Tommy and I use to watch it all the time...I just haven't seen the movies in such a long time."

"Could I watch with you?"

"You don't need to ask me that, love, of course you can."

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Price

Legos

Price loves them, he gets addicted to them from his kids

He loves seeing the build he could make, your wedding anniversary, you ended up getting lego flowers, you loved them obviously

He has spent so much money on them, he couldn't give you a price on the amount he has spent

"John, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I bought the Hobbit Tower, and I'm working on it."

Man has too much time on his hands when he isn't working

"The sinks broken."

"I'm almost done with this build, I'll do it in a little bit."

"The heater stopped."

"I'll fix it later."

"Can you change my oil?"

"Maybe-hey do you see this piece anywhere?"

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Soap

Stuffed Animals

I think it might be a trauma thing, you don't question it, I mean why would you? You have stuffed animals on your bed, you can't get weirded out with a grown man like Soap having stuffed animal sitting on a shelf somewhere in your shared bedroom

Anywhere he goes he has to buy a stuffed animal like a souvenir

He's in Argentina? He's buying a stuffed Gecko

Germany? A stuffed goat

Australia? A stuffed kangaroo

He just needs one

If he has kids, most on his old stuffed animals that he grew up with will go to them as a comfort or security item.

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Alejandro

True Crime

The man like true crime documents

He'll even listen to podcasts or even youtube videos when he's doing chores around the house

He understand now why women like to watch true crime documents at night, it's thrilling

"MI AMOR! LET'S WATCH THE NEW NETFLIX DOC!!" He yells from the living room.

"OKAY! HANG ON!" his partner yells back form the kitchen, coming to the living room with a plate of their dinner.

He turned Netflix on and put it on the new doc, that everyone has been freaking out about on social media

"I KNEW IT WAS HIM! You can just tell it was, from how he was acting, and his sad excuse of an alibi." He says.

"No, yeah, my mistake for thinking he was a good guy."

"Did they say knife or gun?"

"Rope."

"HIS FINGERPRINTS MATCHED AND THEY WERE JUST-pft nah, can't be him."

He gets a little bit too into it, but who doesn't?

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Gaz

Anime

He loves it

His favorite ones are Fairy Tail, Ponyo, Akira, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaiju No. 8, and Attack on Titan

Does he have anime merch? Yes, yes he does-OFFICAL anima merch none of that off-brand Amazon shit

Jujutsu Kaisen is probably is all time favorite, Gojo and Yuuji are probably his favorite characters.

He's watched anime on his phone when he's on break

He's gone to cons before and cosplayed. His favorite cosplay he's done is Denji from Chainsaw Man

Him and his s/o have gone to cons together and dressed up as Yor and Loid, and did as much couple anime cosplays as they could

If it was up to Gaz he'd probably dress in more anime stuff, but he's on the clock right now, no, sort of anime gear on him at the moment

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Alex

Garlic Bread

It's...every...restaurant...

"Do you have garlic bread?"

"Can we get a basket of garlic bread?"

"I'm on my cheat day, and could I get some garlic bread?"

"Garlic bread." He says with a big smile on his face.

His s/o has joked with about him becoming a garlic bread, and if so, they'll eat him right up

"You don't think you have a problem?" They asked.

"What? Garlic bread? It's just a light snack."

"You're gonna become one soon."

"Then that's great, I'll die as a happy piece of garlic bread." He smiled. "Are you mad that I eat more then I eat you?"

"Oh you ass-"

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Barrage

Video Games

NERD! I'm kidding

He loves to relax and play video games

Got back into it when his Military friends asked him to join them on a game, but he couldn't, so he bought a PC, and Xbox and PlayStation and now he's fucking addicted to them

Of course if you do ask him for him around the house, he'll pause whatever he's doing and come and help you.

"Cal! I need you to get something off the shelf for me!"

"Okay! Hang on guys, my partner needs me real quick."

He had made his office into a 12 year old boys dream, LED lights everywhere, a big 50 in flat screen TV hanging on the wall with both Xbox and PlayStation hooked up to it, and in the corner was his L desk with his almost $3,000 PC with a shit tone of games downloaded to it

His favorite games posters hung up on the wall, almost art gallery with a white light shining on them to show it off even more

Is he loud when he dies...yes.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I'VE DIED LIKE 6 FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW, HOW THE FUCK DO I GET AROUND THIS BIG BITCH!!?"

He's talked about Streaming and making more money on the side, which his partner was fine with it as long as he doesn't get weird with his chat.

An ongoing joke in chat his partner doesn't know is if he is playing a game and there's a sexy person popping up on screen his chat just say 'pretend', 'pretend it's Y/n' because he was playing Resident Evil 8 and he was gushing over the 8 foot tall vampire lady with the big boobs and he just kept saying pretend.

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Keegan

Books

Got into reading in his free time because of his s/o

He likes it, he use to hate books because he didn't get it, but now he loves them, he understand using your imagination for when it comes to reading

He's more into Sc-fi and Mystery, while his s/o likes romance and fantasy

One book he got into was a suggestion from a girl on BookTok, yeah, he's on BookTok, has no idea how he got there but loves the book suggestions

He likes series books

Takes a book with him if he's gone at work, will have it on his lap while being in the carrier plane, in a hummer, hunkered down for the night, he'll turn on his soft book light, so he doesn't disturb his co-workers and reads under his sheets

He's hardly on his phone anymore, he has counted before how long he was on his phone before going to go grab a book and read that instead...2 hours...and then on it probably once or thrice every week

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Nikto

Technology

He likes fixing technology that no one else may know how to fix

He sat on the bus going home one day when an elderly man was having trouble reading some texts on his phone, so, Nikto helped him by adjusting the text, which was a simple fix but it almost seemed like a new thing now

Your screen is broke? Nikto will fix it, no charge

Camera acting funny? He's got you covered

Charging port seems to be not holding the charger? Something was blocking it but Nikto fixed it

He then made it a small business of just himself, not charging anyone for their technology issue(s) everyone has one

Nikto has even gone back to work, everyone now know about Nikto being able to fix technology, if their phones get clogged with sand Nikto's got them covered, it fell in the water, rice (apparently some did not know that)

[lvnleah]

016. | first game

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May 18th 2024 | 7 weeks old.

“Look at you, little guy!” Leah cooed as she gently slipped the tiny jersey over Finley's head, careful not to upset him. “Your first time wearing your Arsenal shirt and it’s got Mumma’s number and name on the back!”

Finley gazed up at Leah, his big eyes wide with curiosity. It was then that it happened. Finley’s face lit up with a small, yet unmistakable smile.

“Did you see that?” Leah gasped. “He smiled!”

You quickly dropped a nappy from the spot in the bedroom where you were packing the nappy bag before running over to Leah’s side at the end of the bed.

“He did?” You smiled.

“Yes!” Leah replied, nodding her head. “I swear, he just smiled at me.”

Just then, Finley’s lips curled up into another sweet, deliberate smile. It was more pronounced this time, his eyes crinkling up as well as if he knew he was the centre of attention.

Leah’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh my god, he’s smiling again!”

You reached out and gently touched Finley’s tiny hand. “Look at you bubs! Look at that smile!”

Leah’s eyes were misty. “This is amazing. I think he’s already showing us how much he loves his new jersey.”

Finley’s small fingers curled around yours, and his smile seemed to grow even wider. “A true little gooner eh? And today is the perfect day for it!”

Today was the last game of the season and also Finley’s first time attending a match of Leah’s. She’d been back playing for a few weeks now and you both decided that it felt right to take Finley to the last game of the season.

So of course Leah had to dress Finley in the tiny Arsenal kit that you used to announce your pregnancy to her teammates.

You knew today was going to also be an emotional one. After seven years, Viv was leaving Arsenal. She’d always been a close friend of you and Leah but more recently over the past year, almost two, she’d become even closer to you both due to her dating your best friend Beth.

It was a goodbye you weren’t looking forward to.

Once Finley was dressed, you gathered his things and took them into the living room where Leah was waiting with him.

“Ready to go?” You asked, setting the diaper bag down on the kitchen island.

Leah nodded, placing Finley down and strapping him into it. "Almost. Just need to grab my shoes and put them on.”

As Leah busied herself putting her shoes on, you double-checked the diaper bag to make sure you had everything: extra nappies, wipes, a change of clothes, and bottles. Despite your best efforts to stay organised, the sheer volume of items needed for an outing with a newborn always seemed overwhelming.

Leah glanced at the clock. "We need to leave in fifteen minutes if we want to avoid the worst of the traffic."

You nodded, feeling a bit of anxiety. Getting out of the house on time with a baby was a new challenge you were still adjusting to. Finley, now nestled comfortably in his car seat, let out a small whimper.

"Okay, shoes are on," Leah announced. She then picked up Finley’s car seat and looked at you with a determined smile. "Let’s do this."

As you opened the door, you realised you’d forgotten your keys. "Hang on, I’ll be right back," you said, dashing back to the bedroom. You found them under the pile of clothes you had been sorting through earlier.

Back in the living room, Leah was gently rocking Finley, who had started to fuss again. "Shh, it’s okay, Bubba. We’re almost ready," she murmured soothingly.

You grabbed the bags and ushered Leah and Finley out the door. The sight of Leah carrying Finley in his tiny Arsenal kit filled you with a range of different emotions.

After securing Finley in the back seat, you climbed into the passenger seat and started the car. Leah settled in beside you, glancing back to check on Finley. “All set?” you asked, looking over at her.

Leah smiled and nodded. “All set. Let’s go show Finley what it means to be a Gooner.”

When you finally arrived, the stadium was already buzzing with energy. You found a parking spot and began the process of unloading everything. You strapped on the baby carrier, carefully placing Finley inside. He stirred but remained peacefully asleep, his tiny hands clutching the fabric of your shirt.

As you approached the entrance, you could see familiar faces in the reception area. Beth waved, her smile wide as she saw you approaching. “There’s my little nephew!” she called out, rushing over to greet you.

Leah beamed. “We’re here! All three of us, just about.”

Beth smiled, “Oh look at his little kit!” She cooed, peeking into the carrier, “His little frown, he’s so adorable.”

Amanda joined you and Leah just as you entered the reception area, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her grandson. “There’s my little Finley!” she exclaimed, leaning in to get a closer look at him in his Arsenal kit. “He’s getting so big already!”

Leah hugged her mum, “He smiled this morning, Mum. Twice!”

Amanda’s eyes widened with delight. “Did he? That’s wonderful! I can’t wait to see it myself.”

You turned to Beth, who had been standing nearby, watching the exchange with a fond smile. “How are you feeling about Viv’s last game?” you asked her, knowing she’d hardly played at Arsenal without Viv.

Beth’s smile faltered slightly. “It’s bittersweet, to be honest. I’m so proud of her and excited for her new adventure, but I’m going to miss her so much.”

Leah placed a comforting arm around Beth’s shoulder. “We’re all going to miss her, but she’s going to do great things. And you’ll still see each other every weekend, there’s no doubt about that!”

Beth nodded, her eyes misting over. “Yeah, I know. It’s just...It’s hard to see her go.”

Amanda wrapped an arm around Beth, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Change is never easy, but it’s also a chance for new beginnings. And you’ll always have us and the other girls.”

Beth smiled gratefully. “I know I will.”

As you all stood in the reception area, you turned to see Viv walking towards you, her face lighting up as she spotted the group.

“There she is!” Leah called out, “The star of the day!”

Viv shyly grinned, “Look at this little guy!” She looked down to get a better look at Finley, who was still snoozing in the carrier. “First game and he’s already got the perfect kit.”

Beth laughed, playing with Finley’s little hand. “Yeah, he’s all ready to cheer on Auntie Viv.”

You said goodbye to Leah, Beth and Viv and made your way out to the stands with Amanda. The stadium was already buzzing with anticipation, the familiar Arsenal chants filling the air. You found your seats with Amanda, Kyra, Lia and a few of the others who weren’t playing as the team took to the pitch for warm-ups.

Amanda cooed over Finley, who was now awake, as she held him. “Look at you! A mini kit, just like your Mumma’s.”

Lia leaned over to look at Finley. She rested her head on your shoulder. “Aww, he’s so cute! Can I hold him?”

You nodded and carefully handed Finley over to Lia. “Of course. Just be gentle with him.”

Lia smiled, “Hey, little man! Are you ready to see Mumma play?” She gently rocked him.

You smiled, watching the interaction. “You look like a natural with him.”

As the players continued warming up, the excitement in the stadium grew. You could see Leah on the pitch, stretching and chatting with her teammates. She glanced over towards the stands, her eyes searching until she found you all. She waved quickly, her smile beaming.

The match soon started and the girls headed out, cheers ringing around. Lia handed Finley back to you who fell back to sleep in the baby carrier. They shook hands with the other team, you laughed at how Beth juggled carrying a baby and holding the hand of a toddler. By the seventeenth minute, Alessia had scored a goal assisted by Emily and another soon followed in the twenty-fourth.

The first half flew by quickly and before you knew it time was over and the girls were back on the pitch. The first twenty minutes went by quickly, and Arsenal were given a penalty which Kim ended up missing.

In the sixty-first minute, three changes were made and Viv was brought on. Kyra, Steph and Alessia left the pitch, hugging Viv tightly as Frida, Laia and Viv took their places.

Cheers and chants once again rang out around Meadow Park. You watched as Leah kicked the ball to Beth who then passed it perfectly to Viv, giving her the chance to score her last goal.

You stood up and cheered, quickly quietenting once Finley began to stir. The team gathered around, patting Viv on the head as she celebrated her goal. You swore you saw a tear slip down Leah’s face.

The last thirty minutes flew by and by the end, the girls had won 5-0. Once the final whistle blew, the girls gathered around Viv and hugged her. A guard of honour was formed and you headed down onto the pitch with Lia and a few of the others.

Leah was quick to take Finley into her arms as you stood on the opposite side beside Beth to comfort her. Sabs and Kaylan said their goodbyes and it was then Viv’s turn. Beth’s tears started once Viv locked eyes with her before walking down as she dropped her coat.

You wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed a kiss on her temple as Steph hugged her other side. The fans sang Viv’s name as she recalled all of her time at Arsenal and said her thank you speech. She was presented with a shirt and a bouquet of flowers, your arms wrapped tightly around Beth as the tears continued.

Once it was over, everyone’s family headed onto the pitch and Viv and Leah made their way over to you. Viv squeezed Beth tightly, lifting her off of her feet as Leah passed Finley to you.

Beth and Viv held onto each other for a moment longer, both of them laughing through their tears. When Viv finally set Beth down, she turned to you and Leah, her eyes filled with tears.

She leaned in a tickled Finley’s stomach, “Did you enjoy your first game, little one?”

Finley smiled in response, making Beth and Viv laugh as you handed him over to Viv for a cuddle, “Oh look at that smile!” She cooed.

Leah wrapped her arms around your waist as Viv and Beth walked around the pitch with Finley for one final thank-you lap.

“I think we’ve done pretty well, eh?” Leah whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss behind it.

You nodded as you laughed, “Yeah I think we have. This is exactly how I imagined things last year.”

[nanami-is-nanamean]

I imagine that nanami, out of all the sorcerers ever, is so Normal that it circles back to being crazy— i kept thinking abt how gojo says that "every jujutsu sorcerer is some kind of crazy" and started thinking abt nanami and how much he just yearns for a normal life but cant do that because his sense of justice and fulfillment in sorcery is much too strong for him to be in a normal life and caused him to go back and like—yeah no i can see nanami having that special type of crazy, that even other sorcerers would claim is weird KJDFGKSR

if the "crazy" people say ur crazy, then babygirl ur a special one 💖💖

cuz i can see him being like—so dedicated to the idea, that he actually looks fucking nuts abt it. he talks abt his being a sorcerer in terms thatll make you think he's in some kind of freelance work and YEAH SURE HE KIND OF IS I GUESS but also like in vague enough terms that were it not for the fact that the people he usually talks too are sorcerers too, youd think that hes like—a freelance financial advisor, or a freelance bodyguard or, someone who helps run a martial arts/gym space, or a stunt man trainer/choreographer, or something—

like—"my last job? the client was quite happy with the results, there was minimal damages to the asset i was assigned to take care of, and minimal personnel required. overall, I'd say it was one of my smoother jobs."

and you'd think like "oh okay, he's probably some sort of hired security. maybe he was helping transfer some important item to a storage facility"

and in reality—it was actually a cursed object that started to go fucking haywire and attracting crazy cursed spirits to the area. the client was happy because the windows caught it early before any big damage happened to the area—just a couple of broken doors and windows, and like 3 destroyed walls which is actually on the LOWER END of collateral damage concerning curses. ESPECIALLY considering that there was such a large number already gathered there. and nanami's a bit of a self sacrificial bastard (beloved), so you bet ur ASS that he took a direct hit, and broke multiple bones and made the executive decision to not get anyone else involved because DAMMIT if he misses an episode of the great british bake off, he doesnt know what he's gonna do. he cant risk extending the mission too much, he cant let prue leith and paul hollywood down—

every single person he's worked with has, at some point in time, wondered why he just hasnt become an assistant manager instead—the threat to ur life is SIGNIFICANTLY LESS, and there is some overlap between what he did in his salaryman years and what the managers do. HELL, you can even see him training some of the newer managers (with ijichis approval and permission ofc) (hell sometimes ijichi assigns the newer ones to work with him to secretly give them training) (he always fesses up after the mission tho fdkbjgk)

and then while they're chillin in the breakroom, shooting the shit and drinking coffee, someone mentions his salaryman past. and dear LORD the pure vitriol and venom that started spewing out of his mouth when given the opportunity to shit talk having a regular job—if he didnt have such good control over his CE, he wouldve spawned a Special Grade from how much he DESPISED his old job JKHFDLKJhgbLS

and considering the similarities between that old job and being a manager, yeah no—everyone understands why he doesnt become a manager instead LJKSDfhLGJkSDFKLh

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 (Intro)

Jewels, Money, Shiny things- stuff he's been collecting before he stumbled upon you. Now the only thing he's greedy for is you.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Cat Hybrid!Reader, Major fluff!, suggestive themes & heavy flirting, Primal themes (biting, grooming aka he licks her neck lol, scenting, manhandling), size difference because come on this is my content and you know my kinks by now don't act surprised

Additional Content: none yet

Masterlist: to be added

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Jungkook is humming to himself in a good mood as he cuts open a cardboard box delivered, knife cutting through the tape holding everything safely together.

Almost instantly you're in the room with him as well, ducking under one of his arms to catch a glimpse of what he's gotten delivered. "Hey- I've got a knife here, careful." He chuckles, gently pushing you a bit so you sit a bit further away as he pulls out the plastic wrapped item. "Oh, nice! I was worried it might be a little too small.." He mumbles more so to himself as he opens the vacuum packed item, fluffing it up as you watch with wide open eyes.

"You bought it!" You tell him, amazed, and he grins, opening another sealed back that contains a fitting pillow for the human-sized pet bed he'd bought for you. It was a little on the more expensive side for him- but to see your eyes sparkle like that, and watch you grab and drag is towards a sunny spot near his windows is enough of a reward for it.

It's something that you never really experienced prior to living with Jungkook. He's offering you more than just a home, or basic care- he offers love, a feeling of belonging, comfort and a sense of security.

His kind is, on earth, often times compared to dragons for their heavy and alligator-like tails and uniquely diamond-shaped pupils, but mostly for their behavior of collecting things. Food, money, candy- some even collect blankets or pillows or plants, there's nothing one won't attempt to hoard more of if it brings them joy or happiness. Jungkook himself is pretty tame for a Xiro- he only really hoards food and snacks at home, but has started to become rather fond of spoiling you instead of himself. He's got a whole collection of hybrid stuff- medications, supplements, snacks, collars and toys- it's all there, even emergency medical stuff, just in case, because you never know.

He's not only your owner after all, but your mate- lifelong companion, your protector and lover, and he won't ever give you a reason to complain about that fact.

He folds the cardboard box together to throw away later, before he walks over to you, playfully manhandling you around to lay in the, for him way too small, bed with you on top of him. "I might have to put it away again if you lay in it more than you want to be with me.." He chuckles, though you know there's a hint of truth in his joke.

Jungkook is awfully possessive when it comes to you and your attention.

"No, I'll always like you most." You purr quietly, and he offers a happy sounding growl before he closes his eyes, basking in the sun shining onto his body with you. "Nap time?" You ask, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Nap time."

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Your favorite way of cuddling has become to sleep almost on top of Jungkook.

He's warm, like the sun, and strong enough not to be fazed at all by your added weight on top of his chest either. It also reassures you during sleep that he's still there, and that you're not alone.

Jungkook himself loves it too.

He knows it's sometimes tough to adapt your body to his nocturnal sleep schedule- but very amusingly to him, you're totally capable of sleeping anywhere he takes you as long as he's in reach. It's made it very easy for him to take you to work for example- his job being what brought him to you in the first place, though tonight he's simply offering company to his friends at the small restaurant one of them owns.

It's then that a couple of police officers walk in, clearly not there for simple food.

"Sir- can I check your papers for her please?" A more elderly guy in official uniform asks Jungkook, looking at you who's currently sleeping rolled up in a blanket-burrito on one of the nearby chairs close to Jungkook. It's common for law enforcement to check ID's of hybrids these days, since a lot of them are illegally trafficked on to his planet, cases rising rapidly for reasons no one's entirely sure of yet. It's a little sad to him how earth and humans seem to try and 'get rid' of your kind so shamelessly- but he's no politician, nor does he want to really involve himself into this mess at all.

He's got you, and that's all that matters.

"Sure." He says, used to the procedure as he moves to grab his bag to fetch his wallet. "I only got her identification card with me though, I hope that's alright." He mumbles, pulling out the card in question before he gets out his own, already aware that that's gonna be asked next.

"That should be fine. Just gotta match up the ID tattoo on her to make sure if you don't mind." The officer says, and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah sure." He offers, moving towards you to carefully run a hand over your shoulder first as to not startle you on accident. "It's right here." Jungkook shows the inside of your ear, the officer matching it up by sight with what's written on your ID card, before he nods and gives him back his items.

"Thanks. It's just a routine thing- cases have been popping up left and right these days.." The man sighs, writing something down in a booklet. "Her medical records all up to date?" He questions, and Jimin nods.

"She's scheduled for tomorrow for her yearly vaccinations. They're expiring in two months I think, but we wanna travel soon so I wanted to get it done sooner rather than later." Jungkook chats, and the officer nods.

"Very good. If only everyone was like this.." the man sighs, watching as his coworker seems to argue a bit with a young man and his own hybrid next to him. "I won't bother you any further. Have a nice night." He offers, before leaving to aid his colleague in the argument he's involved in.

You move around a little, wiggling closer to his chair as he sits down again, both Jin and Taehyung emerging from the kitchen, sitting down. "Man, humans are a struggle.." Seokjin sighs, leaning his head on his hand. "Why can't they be nocturnal? I've been working all day, no breaks!" He whines, and you wiggle out your arm to reach out and pat the older man's head. He looks at you with squinted eyes at that, an action that years prior would've scared you-

But Xiro people are gentle giants, you've come to learn.

"Hah, if Jungkook wasn't written on all the documents I'd steal you right away." He complains, and Taehyung laughs at Jungkooks playfully angry face, his tail swiping from left to right.

"You keep your grabbing claws to yourself old hag." He insults the oldest at the table, who's mouth gapes open at the audacity of the youngest.

"How could you!" He scolds. "Younglings these days, wear a sleeve full of ink and think they're free to do whatever!" He shakes his head, making you giggle.

You love the carefree banter Jungkook has with his friends.

You love hanging out with them, their friendship something not commonly seen on earth anymore since the collapse. People aren't really too warm anymore on earth, rather concerned with finding a new villain to blame for everything wrong every day it seems like. So in a way, you're glad Jungkook chose to take you with him back when he volunteered to help give Hybrids back on earth their identification tattooed. It was a form of social work, a publicity thing created to familiarize humans with the Xiro people and their planet. It worked.. mildly successful.

Though it was a win in the lottery for you.

"I should probably head home, she needs to sleep in a proper bed." Jungkook says after a moment, and Seokjin nods.

"Hah, I always forget they sleep during the night. You could just leave her here though-" He offers, though he receives a glare from the younger alien.

"Absolutely not. Get your own, old man." He scoffs playfully, getting up to put on your coat for you. It's pretty windy on his planet tonight, so he's learned to bundle you up to prevent you from getting cold.

"Pah, I just might! Stupid kid." He growls, shaking his head. "Here, take those though. Poor thing is probably living off of nothing but pre-made meals." He gives you the bag full of boxes filled with what he knows are your favorite foods.

"I cook for her, thank you." Jungkook rolls his eyes, before he properly says his goodbyes, your hand in his as you walk home in the lowering suns of his planet.

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You remember how you'd met him.

He was intimidating to say the least- ink underneath his skin swirling around slightly, eyes sharp and piercings glimmering in the lights around him. His tall statue and rather muscular physique definitely didn't help his case either- so it shouldn't have been surprising to him how you'd glare at him as if ready to strike if he'd attempt to harm you.

"You're cute, really, but you gotta show me that pretty ear of yours." He'd chuckled softly, head tilted innocently and his smile almost docile.

A careworker wants to scold you, reaches out- but the man who's name tag read 'JUNGKOOK', holds out his hand in a silent demand to let him handle it himself.

"What can I do to make you more comfortable?" He'd asked, and your ears had slowly relaxed, surprise having caught you off guard. No one's ever asked you a question like that prior to him- you didn't know what to answer to that. "Hm?" He'd pressed softly, and you'd shrugged, looking around nervously. "Thats a pretty tail you have there. My kind has them too." He'd smiled, a grin more akin to a rabbit than the dragons his kind gets compared to, heavy alligator-like tail swaying behind him as if to show it off.

"...is it heavy?" You'd asked bluntly, and He'd laughed, shaking his head.

"Not really no. I guess because I grew up with it, I never really thought about that." He'd told you, casually readying his tattooing equipment while talking to you. "But as a child, my mothers would tell me how I'd always cause trouble with it. I'd empty any table low enough for it to reach!" He'd giggled, and you'd smiled at the thought of the younger version of him knocking down items from tables and shelves, too clumsy yet to quite think about it all.

"I burned mine on a candle once." You'd meekly told him, petting your own tail in search for comfort as you remembered the memory. He must have bright and colorful memories of his childhood- while you barely have anything worth keeping in mind, you'd thought to yourself.

"Well, you better make sure you don't get it hurt again, little thing!" He'd simply offered, before his surprisingly gentle hands had rubbed some numbing cream on the inside of your ear. "Or... maybe I could?" He'd asked, and at that, your ears had fully turned towards him, and made him smile. "Ah, adorable, really!"

"You'd.. take me in?" You'd asked, and He'd shrugged.

"I wasn't planning on bringing an earth-hybrid home-" He'd smiled, before the tattoo gun had buzzed to life. "But looking at you, I feel like I've found what I didn't even search for."

And today, the tattoo on your ear isn't just a Number.

It's also a memory, forever cherished by the both of you.

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There's a low rumbling sound in his chest as he holds you close to himself, nosing along the crook of your neck.

It sounds awfully like those CGI-Dinosaurs in movies back on earth- and you know he's just as dangerous as the directors of these sci-fi movies intended their creatures to be. His heavy, snake-like tail has you wrapped securely to himself on his lap, hands free to roam over your body as if he needs to re-paint your image back into his mind using only his fingers and palms. His tongue traces over your skin, marking you, seemingly on a mission to find the perfect spot, before his teeth bite the skin, leaving his mark on yoir body amongst so many others, chuckling when you begin to squirm a little at his actions, your soft cat tail a stark contrast to his own.

You're like the prey in the python's grip- but this predator has chosen to feast on you in different ways.

"Hm.. are you happy, little thing?" He asks you, and you nod, leaning into him, your soft cat ears brushing against his cheek as you purr- a sound he's learned earth's cats make when they feel good, making him smile. "I'm glad." He offers, laying down with you as his tail curls around the both of your bodies, warm orange glow from outside his home bleeding in and bathing you both in shades of gold. It doesn't matter though how warm the suns on his planet shines-

Your favorite sunspot will always be him.

"I love you." He says, chuckles right after it. "Thays how you say it on earth, right?" He wonders, and you turn a bit, looking at him.

"Depends." You say, chin on his chest while his hand runs over your head, coming to rest on your lower back where your tail is just about to begin. "What do you wanna say?" You ask, and he hums as he thinks.

"I asked Seokjin if he knew an earth-expression for deep emotional care and longing. A word or sentence to make sure your mate knows how much you want to stay close to them, both physically and any other way." He says, and you blush, turning your head to the side on his chest.

"Hm, guess that's love, yeah." You nod. "How do you say it here?" You wonder, and he smiles, hand running up and down your back.

"I commit my life to you." He says softly, hand still before you look up at him. "Thats what we say here- and that's what I say to you." He mumbles, and you can't help but stare for a good moment.

Jungkook and you have been intimate before. You've told each other that you deeply care, that you're mates, that you're in a relationship. But it's the first time you ever talk about love, about something so meaningful as.. well, this. And hearing it from him in such honesty makes your heart race like never before.

"Dont just stare, little thing. Kiss me!" He playfully growls, pulling you up and closer to press his lips against yours, laughing along with you as you roll around in the sheets, getting lost in love and happiness together.

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Humans would look at you both in absolute confusion if they saw you like this, you think to yourself.

Freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, you're halfway laying on the fluffy carpet on the floor, and also somewhat in Jungkook's lap. Well- your butt is in his lap, legs and upper body not- but he's positioned you like this himself, and you've got snacks and TV, so you don't complain.

He's humming the tune of the commercial playing to himself as he brushes out your tail with gentle strokes of the specially designed hybrid brush- your eyes growing heavy with tiredness after the things you've been up to not even an hour prior. Your neck and thighs still sting a little faintly from his lovebites he leaves every time you both make love. You don't mind them though, not one bit.

"Will you be okay later?" He asks, referring to when he'll put you to bed, while he'll go to work later. Jungkook would love to have you sleep close to him at all times- but sometimes, like today, he just forgets that you're not nocturnal like he is, and while you've adjusted somewhat to that, he should've saved up his physical acts of loving you for after he's done working, considering how much be tends to tire you out with that. He teases you a lot about that, but its also another endearing thing to him.

You never complain about anything. You adapt freely to his way of living- so he's doing the best he can to make it all as easy for you as he can.

You nod at his question, yawning as if reminded of your exhaustion, and he chuckles, hand smacking your butt playfully, causing you to whine in complaint- the skin still a little tender from earlier. "Sorry." He says- but you know he's not.

You stretch and turn on his lap, and he smiles watching you, hand running over your exposed stomach, before he leans in to kiss one of his bites at your neck. "Hm I don't wanna leave you here.." he complains a little, moving around to pull you properly on his thighs, though you just hug him, head leaning against his shoulder. "And you're freshly marked up too. Won't have to worry one bit about someone trying to steal you away from me " He purrs, and you just shrug, clinging onto him. "We could take the round bed I bought with us to my studio. Hm? You could always sleep there then, when I'm working." He offers, and you nod after a moment.

He laughs, before he gets up, puts you on the sofa for a moment to get everything ready for his plan. It's a great idea- that way, you'll be comfortable just like at home, and he'll have you close and won't have to worry about you.

When he later comes to work with both you and the round pet bed in a bag, his coworker just shakes his head with a slight smile, already used to the younger alien's actions from years of experience. You easily fall asleep under blankets he places over you after setting up the bed in the corner you choose for yourself, and he already knows he feels a lot better like this, knowing he'll be able to look after you more properly this way.

When his first client comes in, Jungkook explains that you're his- that you're his mate, not just a companion or pet as humans call it, and the young man is understanding.

"I've been visiting the carecenter in the capital." The man named Jimin says, as Jungkook puts down the tracing paper on his back. "I'm worried though- online research made it seem as if Algol isn't a good environment for them.." he mumbles, and Jungkook shrugs.

"She's perfectly healthy, and has been living here for more than two full cycles. Yeah, their circadian rhythm can sometimes make things a bit tricky, but I've gotten used to handling it whenever necessary." He explains, making sure to do his work properly. "You'll have to really study what they can and can't eat though. A lot of vegetables we eat here are poisonous to them, and some of them can't digest dairy well." He offers.

Jimin sighs. "That sounds intimidating." He huffs almost disappointed, watching you roll over in your sleep, tail limp as you're out like a light. "But they seem like such good company."

"They are." Jungkook agrees. "She's probably the best fitting mate I could've ever found." The artist shrugs, beginning to tattoo.

"I mean, they did mention in research that earth-hybrids and Xiro people are surprisingly very compatible, even in genetics." He informs the younger alien. "Have you heard of the couple that recently became parents? And the child is perfectly healthy too."

"Hmhm, I've heard." He nods. "Maybe it'll help our declining birth rates, at least a little."

"Have you thought about having one with her?" Jimin asks, and Jungkook nods.

"One day, probably. We both want that. But not right now. There's no rush." He says as he follows the lines he'd prepared on the skin of the older man.

"Understandable." Jimin nods.

And Jungkook doesn't stop softly smiling as he works, and thinks about your future together.

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[ynisreal]

wires (1) - michael afton x reader

author´s note: i posted this on AO3 and thought, since i read a LOT of fanfiction in here as well, why not post here too? soooo here is my lil contribuition :D summary: A reader-insert in which you work as a security guard at Sister Location and you start to feel a little too drawn to the night security guard. Or Michael has already been scooped and can't get out of the establishment, becoming the night security guard. So the only entertainment he has is the cute daytime security guard who is a bit clumsy.

Chapter One

Since the incident that ended Michael's life, he hasn't been able to leave the same place where death found him. Fazbear Sister Location has become his home, not so comfortable, but it works for him. Michael knows that he won't be able to live a normal life in the state he's in, purple and ever-falling skin, exposed bones and black eyes. No longer alive. The animatronics who did this to him, including his sister, decided to let his body decompose in an alley, and he had no choice but to crawl to the place where he took his last breath.

He didn't blame his sister, far from it, he knew she was trying to protect herself and couldn't recognize her own brother's face. Imagine being so blinded by anger and fear that you can't recognize your sibling. Well, he knows he can blame the shitty father they both had for recent events. That was already a relief in his chest. Michael already carried a lot of guilt in his heart, he didn't need any more of it.

The days were monotonous. Henry came to visit one day or another, always with clothes in hand and a few items from Mike's place to comfort the undead. Michael was grateful for Henry, knowing that the poor man was still struggling with the grief of his own daughter, so he helped Michael in any way he could, welcoming him like the child he had lost. They talked, Henry hoping that he could build something to help Michael live normally again, which they both knew was unlikely. There was no going back, he had lost his life, now a ghost in his own rotting body.

Michael was now in charge of the establishment, forever a security guard who worked night and day shifts. Every hour of his day was spent walking the corridors, watching the same movies on the old television Henry had installed for him, cleaning the same toilets and reading any book or magazine he could find in the staff room.

"The other employees of the company are beginning to question why this establishment is still empty," Henry continues. Michael, who had been lost in his thoughts, returned to paying attention to what his father's former friend was saying. "Apparently, they want to start a bigger project on this site, and they need the place intact, so they're pressing to have a security guard here for when the construction company comes."

Oh yes, Michael wasn't officially the security guard. He was only officially dead.

"Create a false identity for me and I can take care of security," Michael shrugged, looking at the older man in front of him, "The establishment would be under observation all hours of the day, after all, I can't get out of here," he tried to make a joke, but neither he nor Henry seemed to find it funny.

"What about when the staff arrive to redesign the place during the day? Are you going to serve them little cups of coffee and cookies looking like that?" Henry says dryly. Ouch, that pained Michael. He knows what he was suggesting was a bit insane, the day shift would be impossible to avoid being spotted.

"Okay, so you're going to put a security guard on the day shift, and what about me? Am I going to beg him not to tell the others about me?" Michael replies in the same way, a little frustrated that the solution was so simple and yet so impossible at the same time: he just had to get out of here.

"No," Henry replies, "You stay hidden."

Michael doesn't answer the older man. He knows Henry is right, but it's so unfair to go through what he's been through and have to live in hiding. In the same shadows that those who killed him live in. His whole life was built on injustice, the death of his brother, the constant running away from his father, the terror the poor children suffered, his own death and what came after it. Injustice was no stranger to Michael, so he accepts what his reality will become in the coming days. Spending the day hiding in the small back room, locked up like an animal, until night comes and he is able to roam not so freely around the establishment where he died.

Great.

Henry gave Michael one last hug, saying he would be back in the next few days to bring the younger man some comfort items, promising to bring him some interesting new movies or books. Honestly, Henry knows that no movie or book would improve the situation of the man he considered his own son, but he had to play with the pieces he had.

The next two days passed in the same way as the others, Henry visiting, mopping the same floors, watching the same movies and reading the same magazines. On the third day, Henry had warned him that the new security guard would be arriving at 6 o'clock in the morning. She was apparently a woman a little younger than Mike, desperate to find a job to help support her younger sister. Henry described you as a sweet, quiet woman, who certainly won't bring any more problems into Michael's life. Mike sighed in relief.

The day began with Michael quickly locking the door to the room he was in. It was a spare back room used to store the remains of the animatronics that had escaped and other old things from other establishments, making it spacious enough for him to put a mattress on the floor and the small television that Henry had installed. Genuinely, it was the best Michael could ask for in this situation.

He hears you entering the main hall, the little-used doors making a loud noise down the corridors. He also hears that the sound of the doors startles you, causing you to let out a nervous yelp, which puts a small smile on Michael's face. If you are that easily frightened, perhaps it wasn't the best option to work in a place with a reputation as dirty and shady as Fazbear Entertainment's establishments.

You really had been startled by the loud noise from the doors, not expecting a noise assault at this time of the morning. It's 6 a.m. and you've barely slept, a little bit spooked by the rumors your little sister told you when you revealed where you were going to work. She was only 10, but she didn't seem to be afraid of anything, creating a hard shell after so many years of watching you deal with the difficulties of studying, working and looking after her at the same time. Your sister looked up to you, and wanted to help you in any way she could, so she didn't seem like a child at times. Some nights you were relieved that she was so mature, but soon you regretted it, feeling ignorant for not having been able to give her a normal childhood.

Your father threw your mother out of the house when he found out about her constant lovers, which led to you being thrown out too. You had nothing to do with what your mother did, you were just a child, which is why you loathe your father to this day. Your mother wasn't much help either, getting pregnant with your little sister a short time later, by a random man she met in the bar. She didn't make an effort to look after you or your sister, so it didn't surprise you to wake up one day and see her goodbye note with lunch money inside.

You walk through the main hall impressed by how clean it was. Oh well, the last security guard must have constantly cleaned everything. You think as you reach for the switch to turn on the lights, already reaching for the map you'd been given during your interview, explaining each room and what you had to do during your shift. It consisted of looking at the cameras to prevent intruders, keeping an eye on the employees who were going to redesign the establishment and locking the doors when either they or you leave, so that the night security guard could take over the next shift.

However, after looking at the clean and tidy state in which the last security guard left the corridors and rooms, you felt guilty for not keeping them clean too, wanting to maintain the hard work he had put in. As you sat down in the chair in the control room, you turned on the monitors to watch the cameras and wait for the architects who had said they would arrive today, placing a small napkin under your coffee cup to avoid staining the wood of the table. You´re welcome, last security.

The first few hours of your workday pass quietly, even a little tediously, as you stare at the screens in front of you, feeling your eyes burn at the image of empty corridors and stages just as blank. The sweet man who had interviewed you had told you about the transfer of the animatronics, but unfortunately for him, you had learned from a young age to spot when older people were lying to you. Whether it was intuition or pure coincidence, you had realized that he wasn't telling you the real reason why there were no animatronics on stage at the moment, and, combined with your sister's stories, you found yourself a little wary, not taking your eyes off the monitors.

"We're here, Y/n, open up here," you were startled by the sudden voice coming from the radio the company had given you, recognizing that it was the architects who had arrived on the scene. "Okay, I'll be right there," you reply almost immediately, getting up to walk to the main hall. The architects had already gone up the elevator and were standing behind the main door, waiting for you to unlock it.

"Wow, that door makes a loud fucking noise," the man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase said when you opened the doors, his voice sounding frantic. You flinched at the sound of such a rude voice ruining the silence you'd been in for hours. He was accompanied by a shorter woman, who was in more casual clothes and carrying too many materials for her small arms to hold. "You must be the new security guard," the architect in the suit looked at you, his tone not at all inviting.

"Yes, my name is-" you stop your sentence when you see that he hasn't waited for your answer, and instead started walking down the hall with a small notebook now in hand, leaving the briefcase at your feet.

You allow your mouth to drop into an expression of surprise, looking down at the briefcase at your foot, waiting to be picked up in your arms. "Sorry, Mr. Noah had a bad day," the woman in front of you says, a nervous smile on her face, trying to make up for what her boss was doing, "My name is Alice." She tries to extend her hand to greet you, but some of the materials she was holding fall to the floor.

You bend down to pick up what had fallen and the briefcase that was still on your feet. "My name is Y/n," you reply, still incredulous at the whole situation, helping Alice carry the materials and the briefcase, realizing how difficult it was to keep everything in just two hands. Wow, this woman has been carrying this around all day?. Alice starts to follow her boss, Noah, when she hears him call out, a little annoyed that his things had fallen. You had no choice but to follow her, going after the man who was so caught up in his own ego to notice his own actions.

You showed the map to both of them, taking them to the rooms they wanted to see. The two of them worked in a frustrating dynamic, with Noah constantly making observations and critiques of the establishment's architecture, coming up with ideas for the new attraction and who they should call in to help with the redesign, and Alice writing down every word that came out of the rude man's big mouth. You grew increasingly tired of the architect's voice, already exhausted from going back and forth to the hall where they had left the materials to bring some item he needed.

Noah seemed satisfied with his ideas when it started to get dark, as he finally shut up and, without warning, started walking towards the exit of Ballora's Gallery, calling Alice to follow him. Once again, you had no choice but to go after them both, the stress and tiredness already getting to you, but relieved that they seemed to be leaving. You open the doors for both of them, returning the small nod and smile that Alice gave you before disappearing into the elevator.

When you lock the door, you pull up the sleeves of your uniform to check the time. It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon, one hour before your workday ended and that of the night security guard would begin. A tired sigh escapes your lips as you quickly close your eyes, imagining your warm bed and the plate of food waiting for you at home. Man, I just want this first day to be over. You've been on your nerves all day, with Noah's absurdly annoying voice and your fear of the stories you've heard, your body going rigid every time you heard some strange noise.

Your legs practically carry you into the control room, dumping you into the chair, feeling the relief of letting your leg muscles rest from having stood too long watching Alice and Noah work. You adjusted your spine to rest against the back of the uncomfortable chair, prepared to spend the final hour letting the monitor screens burn your retina once again. But your body seemed to have another idea: as soon as you leaned your head against the palm of your hand, your eyes began to feel heavy, and with every second that passed, they felt heavier and heavier. At some point, you blinked and didn't open your eyes again, letting your head fall into your own arms and falling asleep on the control desk.

It's already 6 o'clock, why hasn't she left yet? Michael wondered when he didn't hear your footsteps or the doors closing. He had learned your name today, Y/n, several times hearing a female voice, which sounded like one of the employees who had visited today, call you by it. Alice and Noah were the employees. The constant "Yes, Mr. Noah" in a shy, nervous tone still burned his ears. It felt strange to hear so much commotion in the place he had lived quietly for a while, at least he liked your voice. Michael could hear your brief explanations of the features of each room, a really sweet voice like Henry had described. You spoke politely, even though your tone seemed irritated when you answered the arrogant man, you still expressed yourself calmly and with good manners.

Michael kept wondering how you managed to behave so calmly even though there was clear irritation in your voice. He was always the opposite, letting his emotions get the better of him, getting into unnecessary fights as a teenager, and not improving much as a young adult. His investigation with Henry helped him create a focus in his life after his brother's death and his father's crimes, centering his anger and violence on avenging those who had suffered at the hands of his father. So if it were him in your shoes today, Noah would probably have left the establishment with more than a black eye.

It was close to 6:30 and he still hadn't heard any sign of your departure. Michael immediately began to worry: Had the animatronics come back? Had you hurt yourself on an exposed wire? Had you gotten lost in a random room? As the minutes ticked by, Michael's worries grew louder and louder; he genuinely couldn't bear another death on his hands due to carelessness or negligence. With anxiety almost making him deaf, once again letting his emotions take over his consciousness, Michael tucks the "Security" vest into his hoodie, pulling the hood over his head, and opens the door of the room where he was hiding. He had to make sure you were all right, not wanting another person to die for this miserable franchise. You were almost his age and your sister was waiting for you at home, so you needed to be okay.

Michael walked quickly through the corridors that he had memorized in his mind, heading for the control room, knowing that the security guards were tasked with looking at the same monitors he already looked at. To his surprise, you weren't dead or lost, in fact, you were asleep. Little sighs escaped your lips, showing how tiring your first day had been, which made Michael smile slightly. How he missed being able to meet up with other people, only having Henry's company. And he was grateful that this lack of contact was broken by the sight of you lying on the control desk, a few strands of hair scattered over the controls, leaving your face visible to Michael's eyes. You were beautiful, Michael noticed, young and pretty, some features tired by the probable weight of looking after your sister alone. Perhaps in another life, he would have asked for your number in a bar or asked you out on a date. In another life, he wouldn't be cursed by his father's crimes and still alive. This last thought seemed to wake Michael from his daydream, and he quietly stepped away from the chair, going to hide behind the shadows that the corridors were creating, not wanting to be seen.

"Good night," he says in a loud, hoarse tone. This seems to surprise you, as you stand up wide-eyed and in a defensive position, letting a small yelp come out of your mouth. You rub your eyes, your tiredness immediately leaving your body to answer whoever was calling you. Your eyes scan the control room, finding no one, until your gaze meets the tall figure at the door. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, his hood hid his face and his hands were in his pockets. You couldn't make out who he was or any trace of him, only the silhouette of a stranger in the shadows. From his voice and what the shadows let you see of his body, he seemed to be about your age, his shoulders broad and the sleeves of his jacket a little too tight around his biceps.

"Your shift is over," the man's shadow speaks again. You roll up the sleeves of your uniform to look at the time. Shit, it's almost 7 o'clock at night. Your eyes widen and your cheeks turn red, embarrassed at being caught sleeping on the job. Michael had to hold back the smile that wanted to grow, finding your reaction incredibly cute. You really were very beautiful, it was nice to see someone so beautiful after so long looking only at the floorboards and the cleaning products. If this was the last time he would have human contact, he was more than satisfied.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-" You quickly say, collecting your things from the table and tossing them rapidly into your backpack, which was leaning against the corner of the room. "I'm leaving, I'm really sorry," you repeated as you slipped the straps over your shoulders and walked towards the door. Michael sank a little further into the shadows, letting you pass him and start walking towards the front door. Although your steps were quick, you noticed as you passed him the difference in height that was made, the man had a remarkable presence, being much taller than you, with wide arms and a thick voice. You blushed a little more.

Michael wanted to follow you, take you to the door and extend the moment a little longer, not wanting the first human contact he had after such a long time to be so brief. He wanted more time to engrave your face. But he didn't follow you, he didn't want to risk being seen. He wasn't expecting you to suddenly stop in your tracks, turning your body towards him, with a shy smile on your face.

"Hm, good evening and good work..." You waited for the man in the shadows to respond with his name. Michael let his eyes wander down your body, the security uniform fitting your curves beautifully. Thank you for this last gift, whatever entity is up there listening to me.

"Michael," he replied, his voice a little less dry, a smile invisible to you taking over the man's features. You really wouldn't be any trouble for him, as Henry had said.

You crack a smile, raising your hand to wave goodbye to the night security guard.

"Y/n," you respond.

[tojiluv]

EYES DON’T LIE — choso kamo [chapter two]

﹟ description: IN WHICH a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR IN WHICH you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, suggestive content implied

note: choso kamo x fem reader. available on wattpad

Several days had passed since Yuji's mention of the impending party, and the confirmation of your invitation was secured through his direct persistence to Gojo. Now, on the eve of the event, you and Nobara found yourselves amidst the commotion of your apartment, surrounded by piles of scattered clothes, as you attempted to select the perfect outfits.

"Why do you have these?" Nobara questioned wearily, lifting a piece of clothing to your face.

You snatched the item, pushing it back into the closet with a nonchalant shrug. "It was an impulsive buy..."

Amidst the wardrobe chaos, laughter filled the air as Nobara shook her head. "Impulsive buys are dangerous, especially when we're scrambling to find the perfect outfit. Can't believe we're stressing over this."

Joining in the laughter, you acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. "True, true. But you know how Gojo is about parties – he expects everyone to be on their A-game, even with their fashion choices."

The girl sighed, "I guess we'll have to keep looking to meet those 'expectations'."

With a determined glint in your eyes, the search for the ideal attire continued. Laughter and exclamations resonated through the apartment as various clothing options were pulled out, and the pros and cons of each were debated.

"Oh! What about that lucky dress you wore weeks ago at the club?" Nobara exclaimed.

You scrunched up your face, "The red one?"

"Mhm, the one you got lucky with that handsome guy," She smirked, tilting her head, "What was even his name? I was too gone to even know how he looked like really and Maki kept taking care of me."

You sighed, dropping the rejected pile back into your dresser, "Well, I was a bit buzzed, and the club was too loud to hear him, but I think it started with a K? Uh, maybe Kai? Who knows."

"You don't even remember the name of the guy you slept with?!" Nobara's jaw dropped at the revelation.

"It was a while ago and a long night, I was buzzed!" You defended, grumbling at the realization that you forgot to ask for the man's information before he left.

"Mhm, a long steamy night indeed," Nobara voiced with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You grabbed a pillow off your bed, hurling it across the room to hit your friend's head with a heated face, confirming her suggestive comment.

"Shut up!"

Almost two weeks prior, a decision was made among the girls to embrace a carefree weekend at the club and to have you get to know someone. Shots were taken to induce a bit of a buzz between you and Maki, yet the youngest in the group went wild with the free drinks that kept arriving from random strangers.

No complaints from your group, just keep them coming.

"Aren't we such lucky ladies, huh?" Nobara shouted in the loud club, tipping her head back to finish the strong liquor. Maki chuckled, sweat glistening from the extensive dancing they had indulged in. "You sure you mean all of us? 'Cause all the free drinks are gone because of you."

Shaking your head with a smile playing on your lips, you reveled in the moment with your friends. Despite the looming stress of school, Nobara had pulled you and Maki out of your apartments for a night of fun at the club. Though you knew you should've stayed home to study, the prospect of a carefree night outweighed your academic concerns.

While Yuji insisted on joining the three of you, Nobara strictly insisted it was a girl's night, and Megumi would rather chain himself to his room than go to a club.

Nonetheless, Yuji's constant messages flooded your phone asking about how the night was going and what you were doing, a testament to his eagerness in wanting to be part of the night.

Nobara abruptly sat down in the booth, her cheeks flushed as she scanned the bar for interesting company. You and Maki engaged in a conversation about her boyfriend, Yuta, and the plans they were making for his homecoming from his abroad trip. Suddenly, your arm was subjected to multiple hits from the side.

"Ow! What was that for!?" You shouted, twisting your head to glare at your drunk friend who persistently smacked you. The ginger-haired girl giggled, pointing across the bar to indicate why she required your attention. "Look over there, those guys are pretty cute, and one of them keeps checking you out!"

"What?"

Following her gaze, you took a moment to survey the scene, catching sight of the group she mentioned. Squinting in the dimly lit bar, you struggled to discern their features, but the eyes of one man met yours with evident interest.

"Huh, they are pretty good-looking..." You mumbled, maintaining eye contact with him as he glanced back and forth between his friend in front of him, and then back to you.

Maki tried to join in seeing what all the commotion was about, but the dim lighting made it hard to see any detailed observations. Shrugging her shoulders, she commented, "She's not wrong, that guy is checking you out. A bit much, may I add."

Nobara bumped her shoulders against yours, hiccuping as she slurred her words, "Go talk to h-him! Maybe this is your chance to get laid or ... even a boyfriend!" Your face suddenly felt hot under the scrutiny of your friends discussing your love life.

"What? No, no, I can't—"

"You can, who's stopping you, huh? Listen, go over, make a flirty move, and see what happens. What can go wrong?" Her challenging tone resonated.

"I don't know, possibly rejection? Plus, he's a stranger," You hesitated, unsure about making a bold move like that. Maki placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing away the tension. "If you don't want to, it's okay, but just know that we'll be here until you give us a safe sign."

Contemplating the decision, you pondered if tonight was the night to break out of your shell. Wanting to become more confident, you seized the opportunity fueled by liquid courage. With a shot in hand, thrown back with determination, you slammed it onto the table and made your way to the man who had captivated your attention.

Maki whistled lowly, "Go get 'em,"

Nobara cheered drunkenly, smiling from ear to ear, "Make it worth his wild!"

Playfully glaring at your friends, you returned your focus to the handsome man with... a tattoo across his nose? You were surprised to see someone with such distinctive facial ink. However, you were never one to judge, especially with how his eyes followed your every move with a hint of amusement.

The girls observed as you engaged in conversation with the mysterious man, laughter resonating between the pair. With only a few minutes passing by, the distance dwindled, your chests practically touching, and the liquor provided the courage to place your hand on his biceps, whispering something into his ear.

From their point of view, it seemed he was intrigued by your suggestion, nodding with a small grin as you walked him out of the club, hand-in-hand.

Your friends smirked, keeping a discreet eye on you from their seats, acknowledging the thumbs-up you threw as a safe sign before walking out the door with your mysterious friend for the night.

"Well, I think we should leave and make sure she gets home safe," Maki sighed, gathering her things to depart, glancing at her wasted friend, "Nobara?”

The girl placed a hand on her stomach with a weary smile, her head spinning too fast for her liking before mumbling, "Uh, I may need a few more minutes.."

The memory brought a playful grin to Nobara's face as she reminisced about that lively night. "Remember how we danced like there was no tomorrow? I've never seen Maki let loose like that before. It was a wild night for sure."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and you were the life of the party with all those free drinks. I swear, people thought it was your birthday or something."

Nobara grinned mischievously, "Well, it might as well have been. Free drinks, my best friend hooks up with a handsome mystery guy, and Maki dancing —what more could a girl ask for?"

Leaning forward, raising an eyebrow, she continued, "So, you never did tell us what went down... did you make it worth his wild as I said?" Rolling your eyes at her suggestive tone, you remained silent, though your heated face spoke volumes, eliciting laughter from your friend.

Make it worth his wild, more like the opposite, you thought, as that specific night occasionally invaded your thoughts, providing a welcomed distraction from lectures and work, leaving you to fan yourself from the memories every time.

You cleared your throat, shielding your face from your friend's prying questions. "Next subject, please!"

Suddenly, Nobara's eyes sparkled with a mischievous idea. "You know what? Why not wear that lucky red dress to Gojo's party, it might bring some extra excitement, don't you think? Just change the shoes and accessories,"

Considering the suggestion, the thought of the red dress evoking memories of that night, you pondered, "Hm, you might be onto something. It did bring some good luck last time."

She shot a cheeky smile and winked, "Exactly! And who knows, maybe you'll run into Kai again."

With a shared laugh, you agreed to give the red dress another go. As you prepared for bed, the anticipation of the upcoming party combined with the memories of the club night, created a sense of excitement for the party that awaited you.

⇽ chapter one | chapter three ⇾

© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[pinkthick]

Maybe a monster

Pairing: Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline

Sunmary: Just Simon and Marcy being a wholesome father-daugther duo

Warnings: Blood

Simon and Marceline began to pack for their upcoming expedition or adventure , gathering supplies, and filling their backpacks. Simon was meticulous about it, making sure they had enough food, water, and other necessities to last them. He even added some items to Marceline's little pink backpack, which she hated for its color, but in an apocalypse, it was the best he could find.

As Simon wanted to tie up Marceline's hair into a cute hairstyle, he noticed the wooden soldier toy she had, left on the floor. Marceline's hair was getting longer, and it had started to get in the way, especially when they were on the move. As she sat down, Simon carefully gathered her hair and tried to tie it up, a task he had become surprisingly adept at. Or he thought that. He wasn’t that good actually.

He worked diligently but not without a few mishaps along the way. "Ow!" Marceline winced as Simon accidentally pulled a bit too hard on a strand of her hair. "Simonnn"

Simon chuckled softly, his hands working more gently now. "Sorry, Marcy. It's just getting a bit unruly, and we should find some scissors soon to make it easier for you." Marceline winced again as he finished tying her hair into a makeshift ponytail. "I know, but it hurts when you do it like that."

Simon patted her on the head and leaned back to admire his handiwork. Marceline's hair was now out of her face, and she looked at least a little more presentable. "There we go. You look great, Marcy.”

“Thank you.” She beamed up at him then she looked at her wooden soldier and Marcy hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to bring it along, but ultimately decided against it.

“You aren't taking this toy with you?" Simon asked, pointing to the wooden soldier with a gentle smile.

Marceline huffed, crossing her arms. "No. You said we're coming back."

Simon nodded, recalling his promise. "Right, we are."

But when she wasn’t looking, he quietly slipped the wooden soldier into his own backpack.

With their backpacks securely on their backs, Simon and Marceline stood at the doorway, ready to venture out into the unknown. But as they were about to take that first step, Marceline hesitated, her small frame blocking the way. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she glanced back at the familiar surroundings of their makeshift home.

Simon noticed her reluctance and gently reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. He looked into her eyes with warmth and reassurance. "Hey, Marcy, it will be okay," he murmured softly. But Marceline's emotions were overwhelming, and a few tears trickled down her cheeks. “I don’t want to leave our home.” She leaned into Simon's touch and his heart clenched as he watched her tears fall. “Oh sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around her small form, holding her tightly and providing a warm and comforting embrace to ease her worries. "We'll just go to a little town to find some supplies," Simon reassured her, his voice soft and soothing. "If we keep a steady pace, we'll be back here in no time." Marceline clung to him, her worries slowly dissipating under the reassurance of his words and the safety of his arms. She trusted Simon implicitly, knowing that he would always do his best to protect her.

Marceline gradually let go of Simon, her tear-stained cheeks no longer burdened by worry. He gently wiped her cheeks once more, ensuring that no traces of her earlier distress remained. He looked into her eyes with a reassuring smile. "Where's my brave girl?" he inquired, a hint of pride in his voice.

Marcy chuckled, still feeling the remnants of her anxiety. "I'm not that brave."

Simon hummed thoughtfully and continued, "You didn't say that last week. 'You were the bravest of them all,'" he mimicked her words from their past conversation and that made Marceline's giggle burst forth.

She was too good for this world. She deserved a real childhood.

Simon and Marceline ventured out of the building and made their way through the dense forest, the antiquarian holding her little hand. The silence was only interrupted by the rustling of leaves and the occasional sound of wildlife. Simon's senses remained vigilant, but he hadn't detected any signs of zombies nearby. Perhaps they had chosen a good time to set out.

“Simon, do you think we can find some clothes for Humbo?" Marcy asked, her eyes gleaming with hope as she tugged on Simon’s black cloak.

Simon smiled at her suggestion. "We could certainly try. Did you ever watch Toy Story?"

Marceline blinked in confusion. "Toy Story? What's that?"

Simon chuckled softly, realizing that the reference might not make sense in this post-apocalyptic world. "Never mind. It's just a movie about toys that come to life when humans aren't around.”

Marceline's eyes widened with wonder. "No way! Do you think Humbo does that?"

Simon grinned at her infectious enthusiasm. "Maybe. Who knows? Humbo might have his own little adventures when we're not looking."

Marceline let go of Simon's hand and brought Humbo to her eye level. She peered at the stuffed toy with an expression of earnest curiosity and playfulness. "Are you coming to life when we're not looking?" she asked, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

Of course, Humbo remained silent, as inanimate toys usually do. But Marceline wasn't deterred by his lack of response. She scrunched up her face in an adorable way, her imagination turning a simple toy into a potential participant in secret adventures, just as she had imagined.

Simon couldn't help but smile at her innocence and creativity, feeling just a bit better that he could still give her some kind of childhood "I'm not taking my eyes off you now," she declared to Humbo, as if daring him to prove her wrong.

After walking for a couple of hours, Marceline grew exhausted. Her little feet ached from the journey, and she found a comfortable spot near a tree to take a break, still holding Humbo in her hands.

She looked up at Simon with a pout and said, "My foots hurts, Simon."

Simon tsked playfully. "Feet, Marcy," he corrected her.

Marceline's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. "Sorry," she said, her voice filled with a hint of embarrassment.

Simon chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "No need to apologize, dear. You're doing great. Now, let's see if you remember this one. Give me the plural for tooth."

Marceline grinned, ready to show off her knowledge. "I know this one. It’s teeth!"

Simon nodded with a proud smile. "Yep. You're a quick learner, Marcy." And then they settled under the tree for a bit, enjoying a moment of rest.

Marcy placed Humbo near the tree, her gaze occasionally darting over to the stuffed toy as if she hoped to catch it moving on its own. Simon, however, was grappling with his own internal struggle. Hunger gnawed at his insides, and his stomach ached. His vampire instincts had been triggered, and he knew he needed blood. He couldn't help but catch the scent of nearby bunnies, their warm, living blood calling to him.

His black eyes flickered toward Marceline, his sensitive vampire senses detecting again a different scent of blood coming from her. She was only half-human, and Simon had always wondered how her blood tasted. He was so sure it had an interesting aroma and it was both haunting and strangely captivating. He hadn’t had human blood in so long.

A beautiful face appeared in his mind eye, her face twisted in agony, falling to the ground.

He stood up abruptly and Simon quickly pushed those thoughts away, feeling a surge of guilt for even considering such a thing. He would never hurt Marceline.

Simon took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on something else. He stood up and patted Marceline's head gently. "I'll be right back, Marcy. Just going to look for some food."

Marceline looked up at him, her concern evident. "You okay, Simon?" Simon managed a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Marcy. Just need a little snack. I won't be long.”

Notes: Wrote this instead of studying. Hope you guys liked it.

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/?

Masterlist

[sovereignjojoz]

Crown Prince Dio

Pairings: Prince!Dio x reader.

Summary: being dio’s favourite noble.

Warnings: dio. implied fem reader, slight power imbalance?

Notes - sorry for being gone so long been busy w school! Also I will defs expand on this concept further and make it a big darker in later posts!

Crown Prince Dio, a man of vivality, the sun of the vast empire he ruled over.

In typical Dio fashion, he attained the throne by usurping the previous monarch but despite being the sovereign, he wanted to attain to upmost power available, so till he was coronated the Joestar line were exiled till he was firmly set in his position.

Once coronated, like any monarch, the council had started pressuring him to find a spouse, stressing the important of ensuring the security of the Brando dynasty, however he found all those matters rather tedious…even opting to fall asleep in some of the council meetings, after all, who would dare to disturb the king?

Additionally, he didn’t like to be tethered to one person, shouldn’t everyone be graced with the pleasure to experience all that is prince Dio? Why would he limit himself like that.

So when his loyal advisor, vanilla ice suggested to allow high ranking nobles to stay within the palace (almost like consorts but not fully) and see if there was anyone who piqued his interest, he found himself surprisingly agreeing.

Initially, the Prince had never heard of you. You were low ranking nobility from within the kingdom, with a barely recognisable name, yet what piqued his interest in you was Jojo’s interest in you.

Or more so a large part of the kingdom’s infatuation with you, he had heard rumours circulating of ‘the fairest maiden’ in fact jojo himself even slipped up and said it in his presence.

So how could he not be intrigued.

The fact that the whole kingdom wanted your hand made him desire you solely for himself, he’d sent a letter out requesting your presence at the castle immediately.

It was not a betrothal, he had just been curious, he wanted you to stay with him for a while.

And upon arrival, you did. You didn’t even get your own chambers, your belongings were whisked away from you as you were made to stay in Prince Dio’s chambers, which was a feat no other noble boasted (although part of this was only due to the fact that he wanted to irk Jojo with this news knowing rumours would circulate).

Because you are of a much lower status than him, he orders you to call him Lord Dio, as it gives him a sense of gratification.

But he actually comes to notice that he enjoys your company and you begin to gain a reputation of being “the prince’s favourite noble.”

You even noticed how he treated you differently compared to the others within the palace, gifting you frequently and having outfits tailored to match his.

Or simply being allowed into areas which would normally be restricted and also being invited into his bed chambers the most.

And he was very touchy with you too, you had heard Lord Dio was quite fond of pda, you’d seen him entangled with many other nobles before but becoming the recipient was a whole different thing. He was generous with his kisses, perhaps too generous since he liked to litter them on a variety of different places on your body.

He also carried you in the vast corridor, no matter who was present.

Yet such favour was met with distaste from the other nobles, you found your personal items frequently going missing and was met with the occasional shove or trip every once in a while.

Yet his highness only fuelled these reactions further as he was quite possessive especially in front of the other nobles.

You vividly remember the time when all the seats in the banquet hall were taken up leaving you seatless and as you vacated the room, Lord Dio called you.

“Come here, you have a perfect good seat here.” He gestured to his lap and pulled you down onto it.

He even bit your shoulder, making you squeal. He loved biting but he also liked attention.

Oh dear, you could only but hope this didn’t end badly.

[eyeofhurakana]

Title: “Unlike Fiction” Chapter: 2/? Pairing: Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader Reader: Gender Neutral / Illegal Underworlder living in Overworld Relationship Level: Sampo - Ex-Beau / Gepard - Current Beau   Trust: Sampo - Low / Gepard - Moderate Summary: After finding out that Gepard never informed his parents about you, the craziest thing occurs. Your ex has arrived to whisk you away… 

[Chapter 1] 

Despite how things ended between you, Sampo Koski still manages to remain ever so striking in his appearance. His cobalt hair sways attractively in the light wind while his piercing emerald gaze fixates on you. Even that cunning mouth of his is sporting its usual breezy smile. 

You expect him to gloat or be smug. Maybe even cast a childish ‘I told you so’ in the form of a sneer. 

So here you are, braced for the worst and yet… 

None of these things happen.

A chuckle escapes him for seemingly no reason at all as he watches you. It’s light and pleasant. Maybe even a hint of gratitude…

He’s… just happy to see you. 

“You absolute madman,” you finally say with an unexpected laugh as you wipe your tear-stained face with your sleeves.

“Actually, I prefer to advertise myself as rather calculating, decisive, and immensely good at problem-solving. Always gotta stay one step ahead of the competition,” Sampo says with a soft playfulness as he lists off each quality off his fingers, “Oh, and let’s not forget my impeccable conversation skills.”

He steps closer with a gentle smile, becoming more illuminated by the soft orange glow of the heater. He stops short of you to place his hand over his chest before giving a light bow in greeting.   

“Though I’m sure you’re well aware of all of those things. I mean, it hasn’t been that long, has it?”  he asks with mock fretfulness in his tone, “Surely, you haven’t forgotten all about me already?” 

“Hardly,” you reply.  

A small smile finds its way back onto your face, and Sampo looks even more pleased to have helped you retrieve it. Luckily, he has the sense not to badger you about what happened. A sense of relief finally washes over you.

You’re not even sure if you could confide in him such a thing. Or anyone for that matter. It's just too mortifying.

Regardless, now isn’t exactly a good time. 

The entirety of Belobog’s mobile security force is en route to the Landau mansion now. You can see Silvermane Guards charging up the streets from all directions to reach the estate. There was no doubt that this was taken to be a city-wide emergency despite it being but a single wealthy family’s home. Yet in doing so, they were leaving their original posts completely unguarded. 

All hands on deck would be required in ensuring the total safety of the Landau family. 

It leaves an oddly bitter taste in your mouth. This has to be another desperate Wildfire mission. Your face pinches as you wonder about the impending casualties. 

The building trembles with more shockwaves created by yet another bomb. It’s coming from the southwest this time. 

“Don’t worry. The bombs are only for theatrics,” Sampo informs you reassuringly, “It’s just a diversion to get a few warehouses on the northeast side freed up for uh… ‘borrowing’ a few items.”   

He cracks an amused grin down at your perplexed face. 

“You were making that face again~,” he singsongs with a breathy laugh, answering the other unspoken question in your head. 

He knows you too well. One look and he reads you like the front cover of a tabloid magazine. Now if only that went both ways… 

A wintry wind bypasses every bit of taffeta in your overpriced outfit. Despite standing right beside the heater, the thin material gives little to no insulation. A shiver slides through you, causing you to hug yourself to rub the chill away.  

Instinctively, you see Sampo start to raise his hand only to quickly force it back down. Then he looks like there’s more he wants to say to you, but he restrains himself at the last second with an awkward chuckle. 

“Ready to go?” he inquires instead, awaiting your command. 

You wonder what it is he originally wanted to say, but you know that he’ll never tell. Not even if you were to offer him a substantial amount of shields. 

Unwilling to start another tiff over such an old feud, you give him a decisive nod. Without wasting any time, Sampo tugs on a device he had latched behind his back. Your mouth falls agape in shock the moment you recognize it in the heater’s light. 

“Ah ha! So you did swipe my line launcher! You little-! You said you couldn't find it!”   

“Okay, first off, I did look for it and I didn't find it... at that point in time. Secondly, need I remind you that I am a perfectly honest businessman?” he huffs melodramatically just before waving your device with a teasing smirk, “I would never steal. That being said…”

“That being said?” you parrot back, awaiting what possible answer he could have to prove that he didn’t pilfer your things post-breakup. 

“That being said,” he repeated, obviously trying to wring out a witty answer in the small amount of time he bought himself, “Clearly… I simply appropriated it. See? No wrongdoing at all. Albeit, it'll be for an extended and undefined period of time, but hey, that's how things go, am I right?”

Sampo turns to point the rope gun toward a neighboring building before casting a wink in your direction. Then, his back becomes taut as his expression becomes more focused. He looks like an entirely different person, but it only lasts a few seconds before he shoots the line.

It lands perfectly against a building adjacent to your location and with enough height to fully egress the Landau estate. 

He turns to you, waggling his brow in a ‘You see that?’ fashion. He’s obviously seeking praise for getting it on the first try. That or remind you of what you’re missing. 

“Yes, yes. Nice shot,” you say with a small laugh.

Sampo puffs his chest proudly while clicking a small lever on the device that cuts the rope. 

“I thought you might like that.” 

“Even if I do, that doesn’t mean you get to call dibs though,” you insist while folding your arms in front of you.   

“Aww, but why not? Finders keepers, right?” he replies with a sly grin, “Besiiiides, I’m obviously the better marksman with this thing. I think that you and I can both agree that this little trinket belongs with me.”    

“Excuse me?” 

He bursts into laughter and you can see that he duped you just for that very reaction. But it’s also very apparent that he has no intention of giving the line gun back either. 

Sampo kneels to the ground to tie the rope end securely to the railing. You watch in silence for a moment before another question creeps into your head. 

“Well then… I take it that you’re hoping to get a good price on it?” you inquire a bit sadly.

His hands slow in tying the rope. 

That’s not a question you should ask. You both know that. The question you posed isn’t just about the line gun.

You tense as Sampo doesn’t say anything. Instead, he refocuses on the strength of the knots and ensures that the line is as taut as possible. You wince a little, certain you had breached an area of conversation that you should not have. 

It shouldn’t matter what he does with that gadget. But you can’t help but feel like if he's just willing to sell it off to the highest bidder that maybe this was a small glimpse into how he viewed your past relationship with him. Something to keep around and entertain him until it outlived its usefulness… 

A sigh escapes him as he suddenly stands up. 

“You know… I realize that it’s me and all,” he says slowly while turning to close in on you.

You instinctively back up until you feel the railing hit your lower back. Sampo brazenly leans in, reaching around you to grab the rail that’s behind you. He has you successfully boxed in between his arms with nowhere to go. You can't get over how close he is as you suddenly start to feel very warm. However, his expression seems a little tired.  

“And I get that you have this perception of me that I think every little thing is a commodity. Because yes, it can be,” he adds in a low tone of voice while drumming his gloved fingers against the metal bar with his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, “But I think you and I both know… that *some things* just aren’t for sale.” 

You struggle to keep your head. He made sure to say that last part with a hint of sensuality. You're sure of it. That or alcohol is the devil for making you think so.

"I feel like you're just saying that to be nice.” 

"Mm, I don't think you're very interested in me being nice right now... I think... that you actually..."

Sampo then chuckles, catching himself as he bites his lower lip. He wants nothing more than to lean in just a little further to see just how far you'll go. But unfortunately for him, you are still very drunk. He reluctantly pushes on the railing to extricate himself from an entanglement that he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to say no to if you gave up so much as an inch. 

He opens his mouth to say something else but stills when Gepard’s voice can be heard getting closer. 

“Ooh hoo hoo. It seems the newly appointed Guard Captain is looking for you. If I’m not mistaken, that’s your name he’s shouting,” Sampo says, trying to keep things light despite the seed of jealousy burning in his chest, “That is your name, right?”  

“...” 

He sighs as his jokes fall flat. Part of him wishes he didn't come onto you so hard as he's sure that didn't help. Even so, he's not about to abandon you.

“Hey, hey! Turn that frown upside down and for a limited-time sale of 5 shields, I’ll take you home without saying another word,” he pitches with that famously irresistible smile, "Look, I know you're feeling a bit cautious, but I think you can tell that I mean it this time. Well?"  

“...2 shields.” 

“4 shields.” 

“No shields.”

“What? No. You can't just-”

“No shields and one hug. Final offer.” 

“A hug? Hang on. Are we talking about a sideways friend hug or a real hug?”

“Full frontal hug. These two arms wrapped tightly around you. Five seconds, tops.” 

“Heh heh. Are you sure that I’m not the one getting the better bargain here?” Sampo replies while enjoying the small victory in plucking you from the darkness once again.

Gepard's shouting of your name is getting louder which means he’s nearby. The rustling of chainmail and clanking of heavy armor grows ever closer. They must be looking to secure the manor and you're probably the only one left that's unaccounted for.  

“Aww. Well, looks like our time is up! Let's skedaddle! But first-” Sampo then pulls you tightly against him, lifting you slightly with one arm as he uses the other to brace against the railing, “I’d like to collect the payment promised to me. Can't have you skipping out on your bill, after all.” 

He grins smugly. Getting one more chance to have you in his arms is the icing on top of this whole fiasco. While keeping a firm grip on your waist, he discretely reaches back to hook the slider onto the rope. 

And then… 

Like the loon that he is, Sampo freefalls backward with a boisterous laugh, gleefully taking you with him.  

AN: I love this dum-dum way too much. I hope this chapter was satisfactory. I'm gonna add more Geppie next chapter. Making Sampo silently burn with jealousy while he grins as if nothing is wrong might slowly become my new hobby.

Anywho, if you made it this far, thank you for reading. May you be visited by Sampo in your future pulls. <3

[do0zy-artz]

Burning Kissies - 2k Words

Scott goes to give Jimmy a gift, and gets a little more than he bargained for.

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"Jimmy?" Scott called, hauling himself up the side of Bad Boy Manor. The task wasn’t easy, but he did so carefully, a bucket clutched to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. Scott steadied himself once he fully stood the roof, making sure nothing had spilled from the bucket in question. "Jimmy?" He called again, gaze scanning the area.

Scott’s eyes found the man quickly, and he was very grateful Jimmy was home, and home alone at that. Though he did have to wonder what Grian and Joel were doing at this time of night. The blonde turned from where he was standing, a few materials left on the floor next to a chest. It appeared he had been trying to sort out his little group's storage, and Scott had to wonder exactly who's mess he was working with right now, because the pile on the floor looked like a little bit of a nightmare.

"Oh, Scott!" Jimmy greeted him with a smile, pleasantly surprised by his unexpected visitor. "Hi there!"

"Hi!" Scott beamed back at him, still finding the other man’s joy infectious after all this time.

"What brings you here?" Jimmy asked, pretty, chocolate brown eyes flicking downwards to the metal item still clutched close to Scott’s chest. His gaze became curious, and a little puzzled at the sight of it. Scott just did his best to stiffen a fond little smile, and held the bucket forward a bit.

“I brought a gift for you!” He said, and watched as Jimmy walked forward to take the bucket from him, looking unsure why Scott would be giving him a bucket as a present. The blonde took the item carefully, probably holding it with even more care than Scott had, and looked inside it.

Jimmy’s eyes lit up instantly, smiling becoming wider. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked, gaze flicking back to Scott. For a self proclaimed Bad Boy, he was letting himself get awfully excited over one little gift.

Scott returned the blonde’s beaming smile. “Yep! I brought you a pufferish of peace!” His voice stayed cheerful, but dropped into something softer, more gentle, as he said the little fish’s name for the first time in ages.

Jimmy did something entirely unexpected after that, Scott didn’t think he could’ve seen it coming if he tried. The blonde placed the bucket on the roof gently, and then surged forward to wrap the other in a hug. Scott blinked, surprised at the action. Jimmy held him tightly, burying his face in the shorter’s shoulder and Scott slowly hugged him back. He found himself gripping Jimmy just as tight, maybe even a little tighter a few seconds after he did. Scott hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the blonde’s hugs until now.

“Thanks a lot.” Jimmy muttered into his shoulder, beginning to move away slowly. Scott just nodded in response, hoping his face wasn’t really as red as it felt. Jimmy looked at him for a minute, before moving to gingerly pick up the bucket of pufferish again. Scott wasn’t sure if the other’s cheeks were a little red as well, or if that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

The blonde turned, walking back to the chest. He stepped over the pile of items on the floor, glaring at it as he did so; Scott had to hold back an amused sound at that. Jimmy rummaged through an already tidied up chest, one that was presumably his, and placed the gift securely inside it.

"Thanks, again" Jimmy said, turning away from his small storage area to face Scott once more. He still had a look of the same infectious joy on his face, and Scott felt warm all over from that beaming smile.

"You're welcome!" Scott responded, voice still soft as ever. If Jimmy was a step closer to him than before when he returned from the chest, he acted like he didn't notice.

They stood there, facing each other for a moment. The air around them wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t quite comfortable either. It had a bit of longing to it, if Scott wasn’t mistaken. Jimmy started to shuffle closer after a few seconds, and he definitely noticed that their faces were only inches apart now.

Feeling brave, Scott moved so he was cupping both of Jimmy’s cheeks in his hands. It became clear to him that the blonde had blushing as well, because his face became instantly warmer as soon as it was cupped. He smiled at Jimmy fondly, being able to tell the man was melting against him. “Mind if I?” Scott murmured quietly, their noses bumping ever so slightly.

“Not at all.” Jimmy huffed in response, eyes fluttering shut as Scott leaned in and closed the small gap between them. His stomach fluttered as their lips connected, and he remembered exactly how nice Jimmy’s used to feel against his own.

The kiss was more passionate than the previous few moments had been, Scott kissing his former husband almost frenziedly. One of his hands moved the clutch the collar of the blonde’s shirt, gripping it tightly and pulling the taller one down even further. Jimmy matched his pace, one of his hands resting on Scott’s waist. His nails dug in a little, but not enough to hurt, just enough for it to send a pleasant shiver up Scott’s spine. His other hand grabbed the back of his head, titling it to the side and deepening the kiss further.

Scott was suddenly very, very glad the other Bad Boys weren’t home right now.

Jimmy nipped at his bottom lip slightly, taking more control of the kiss. Scott muffed a whine, allowing the other's tongue to slip into his mouth. The blonde’s fingers tangled into soft blue hair, making Scott’s knees buckle a little bit. It was ridiculous really, how it had taken this to make Scott realize how much he missed this. How much he missed them.

They pulled away slowly, very reluctantly, not quite panting yet. They stood, foreheads resting together as their lungs slowly stopped burning for air. Scott kissed him again afterwards, more chaste this time, and Jimmy melted into it just as much.

The two ended up swaying together gently when they separated again, arms wrapped around each other once more. Jimmy’s chin rested on his forehead, and he placed kisses into soft blonde hair like he always used to. Scott’s face was now nestled into his warm shoulder, content and smiling lightly. The world around them had long faded into the background, all his senses focused on the wonderful man holding him.

"I missed you" The blonde muttered, another kiss being placed atop Scott’s head

"Yeah..me too" He whispered in response, resisting the urge to bury himself further into Jimmy’s warmth. He should probably go soon, check up on Martyn, but this felt nice….and he missed Jimmy.

The smell of rising smoke interrupted Scott’s argument with himself. His head shot up suddenly, and he opened his mouth to call out a warning to Jimmy; trying to scramble free of his hold. They had somehow missed the mansion burning . And yeah, Jimmy was a good kisser n all, but Scott thought fire was a little more noticeable than that.

Scar stood next to Cleo and Bdubs, listening to their giggles as a fire burned several feet below them.

“They’re gonna be sooo mad!” Bdubs commented with a smile, a little glee in his eyes as he watched the newly dubbed Bad Boy Manor slowly burn to the ground. “This is the best idea you’ve ever had!” The smaller turned to Cleo when he said this, flashing a signature toothy grin; though this time there was a noticeable gap in it. Scar always had to wonder how he’d lost that one.

“I know!” The zombie hummed in response, ruffling the hair of her self-proclaimed son. A mischievous smile was on her own lips, and she was clearly waiting for some kind of reaction from their closest neighbors. Scar knew that at least Jimmy was home, so the little canary was bound to see the fire soon.

“You already set the Mansion on fire?” Pearl’s voice suddenly came from behind them, seemingly out of nowhere; a thing she’d gained a talent for over the past day or so. Bdubs turned with a loud, startled yelp; which caused Cleo to momentarily buckle over with laughter. Scar himself jumped at the sudden visitor, but was more subtle about it, surprisingly.

“Yep, Mom did it!” Scar said cheerily, fondly ignoring his family’s antics. It was then he noticed BigB padding behind Pearl, and gave the other man a small wave of greeting. BigB waved back, flashing the scarred man a friendly smile before his gaze moved to the fire in the distance.

“You couldn’t wait at least a week? They don’t even have anything to burn yet!” Pearl giggled, now standing beside the three Clockers.

“It was too tempting not to!” Cleo smiled in response.

“Why haven’t they seen it yet?” Bdubs asked, gaze searching the mansion and the forest surrounding it. “Surely their home, right?”

“Pretty sure I saw Jimmy up there,” Scar commented, following the smaller’s gaze. Strange. He would’ve expected to hear Grian screaming his head off by now. “They might not be home.” He shrugged.

“I see Martyn down there, I think.” Cleo added in, pointing towards a spot in the trees. Scar squinted in that area, and did indeed see a flash of bright yellow, and the light green of a signature hoodie. It looked like the blonde was running towards the fire. Well at least someone had seen his moms glorious work!

“Uh, guys?” BigB muttered. He himself was now pointing towards a spot of the mansion, one by the outer part of the top floor, where the Bad Boys seemed to be keeping their stuff. There were two figures atop the building, the fire and rising smoke obscuring them until the people until they were a blob of black, blonde and blue. Scar had to squint to do so, but when he did the brunette could make out, well quite the…interesting scene indeed.

The figures were Jimmy and Scott, who stood in front of each other, faces close enough to mold into one at this distance. It was obvious even from this far away what was occurring between the two right now. It was also a little funny in Scar's opinion, that the mansion was burning right under them and they had yet to smell the smoke.

“Are they making out right now!?” Bdubs exclaimed loudly, the smaller finally making out the scene across from them. Cleo quickly moved to cover his eyes with her hands, playing into the mom role as she shielded her son's oh so innocent eyes.

“Why can Scar watch and I can’t!?” Bdubs protested, trying futilely to wriggle free of the zombie’s grasp. Pearl and BigB just exchanged a glance beside them.

“Because Scar’s probably done worse. And I only have two hands” Cleo said matter of factly, smirking slightly when she saw Scar turn a little red from the corner of her eye. She removed her hands from Bdubs’s face, before beginning to drag him by the back of his shirt. Bdubs made sounds of protest, kicking his legs like a sad puppy.

“I think you boys have seen enough! Come on Scar” Cleo called, dragging the supposed youngest of her children inside. Scar followed after a moment's deliberation, deciding that he didn’t want to be dragged anywhere. BigB and Pearl disappeared sometime later when no one was looking, which seemed to be becoming standard for them these days.

As soon as the three awkwardly trotted back to their base, Martyn reached the top of the burning mansion, water bucket in tow. Jimmy and Scott were frantically untangling themselves as he did, and Scott could thankfully ignore his teammates' awkward questions in favor of putting out the fire.

[nsokolow]

Transformers One: Charoite

Chapter Five

Sentinel cradled Charoite on his lap as they watched a dramatic movie in the theater room. Charoite thought it was sweet, and bit funny that, even though Sentinel had his arm wrapped around her arm, the other across her legs, like he was a source of security, he seemed to be a bit tense during some of the scenes. Not her, though. It seemed a bit overacted to her, but still entertaining.

“Hey, Char, mind if I have another cube?” Sentinel rubbed a finger up and down her arm.

“Well, you did give them to me, but whatever; I’m in a good mood.” Charoite picked up a cube and popped it into Sentinel’s mouth.

“Sentinel?” Charoite asked after a few minutes of silence between them. “What should we tell bots about…us?”

Sentinel leaned his head back and groaned. “Well, for now, I think its best nobody knows except Airachnid, since she lives and works here too, and I know she wouldn’t say anything. I just don’t think the public would take it well if they knew I was involved with my secretary.”

“Oh.” Charoite loosened her hold around Sentinel’s shoulders.

“Tell you what. If we hopefully decide to become sparkmates in the future, you could quit being my secretary, and we could go public! Hopefully that can happen soon.” Sentinel tightened his hold on Charoite.

“Okay!” Charoite exaggerated her smile before she gave Sentinel a quick, perky kiss. “Sounds good!”

It had been a bit over a month, and Charoite’s relationship with Sentinel stayed strong. She however yearned to at least tell one close friend about Sentinel and was irritated at Sentinel asking her if she told anybody every time she came back from somewhere. Charoite also had nagging feelings Sentinel had control over her and that she couldn’t express all of her needs and wants. Despite these issues, Charoite was pretty sure he was right for her. Not to mention…he was Sentinel Prime! She should be honored to have caught his eye, and to be living in such a beautiful place with everything she could want!

Right?

Sentinel also took such good care of her. He arranged for her to get a fresh coat of paint, the same rich colors as before, yet much more durable. Sentinel also bought her what were likely the most expensive items he could find…jewelry, a sleeping pod with as many light color options as song options, and of course…a shiny new decal with his face on it. Sentinel also gladly let her partake in living the high life, more than she already had. She accompanied him, and sometimes the crew as well, to different parties and galas hosted by Iacon City’s elites.

There was nothing else she could want? Right?

A bonus was Airachnid had less of an attitude towards her since the relationship started.

Tonight was a bittersweet night. Charoite stood at the balcony, staring out into the lights and near-silence. A few of the projections read, “Iacon 5000,” accompanied by an emblem of Sentinel surrounded by racers. They had just started advertising it, which signified her dream was to going to be a reality even sooner now. Tomorrow he was to again venture up to the surface in search of the Matrix. Maybe he’d find it this time? Sometimes Charoite was haunted by the thought of Cybertron running out of energon. If Sentinel found the Matrix, her fears would finally be put to rest.

“Hey!”

Charoite jumped and look back at Sentinel. “Oh, hi! Still haven’t gotten used to how quietly you walk into places sometimes.”

“Haha, don’t mention it. I thought I’d find you out here.” Sentinel hugged Charoite from behind and kissed her cheek. “Thinking about how much you’re gonna miss your Prime?”

Charoite surprised herself when a chuckle escaped her. She touched Sentinel’s cheek. “Something like that.”

“Well, I’m not gonna miss you…because you’re coming with me!”

“What?” Charoite screamed, causing Sentinel to flinch. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious!” Sentinel grabbed her hands. “I know all this secretiveness has been hard on you. I also have a secret that’ll be revealed on the surface I know I can trust you with now. Just remember…” Sentinel raised his eyebrows. “…what happens on the surface stays on the surface. I almost never even bring it up with Airachnid.”

“Whoa, okay…being kinda intense there, Sen. Everything okay?”

Sentinel sighed. “Sorry. Everything’s fine. It’s just…I need bots to see me for the hero I am. The truth is what I make it, so I’m their hero.”

“Uh…okay?” Charoite shrugged. “Anyway…” she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “You wanna go to the gym room, then have some energon? I thought I could fly a few laps and then we could watch something funny?”

“Well who am I to deny you that? Come on, Char!” Sentinel grabbed Charoite’s hand and headed toward the gym.

They both flew a few laps in the gym, before Charoite let Sentinel swing her around by her arms; she felt like flying without the effort.

In the bar and game room, Charoite, proud to have beaten Sentinel in all five of the games, sat on his lap on the floor, right in front of the window. They stared out at Iacon and commented on the changing signs as they ate some energon cubes.

“More Iacon 5000 signs started appearing today,” Charoite remarked. “It’s making me more excited!” She gave Sentinel a squeeze. “You know, I still can’t tell you how grateful I am for what you did for me.”

“Don’t mention it. It was for me too—and Iacon’s dreamers, of course.” Sentinel pointed. “I haven’t seen that in a while! A new oil transplant PSA about how charitable and loving it is to donate oil or whatever.”

“Eh…it’s a good message. Oh, look! There you are!” Charoite pointed to an image of Sentinel with a determined expression. The caption read, “Sentinel Prime’s trip to the surface begins tomorrow.”

“Only…I’ll be there too!” Charoite giggled. “I deserve to be on that sign, too, not gonna lie. I mean, I am your co-hero. Not to mention I save you from bad scheduling!”

“Okay, okay, good point.” Sentinel kissed the top of Charoite’s head. “I’d honestly love to see you on a sign with me someday. Not to mention our colors go pretty well together.”

Charoite and Sentinel shared a chuckle. He turned her around and gave her a gentle kiss. Charoite leaned against him.

“We should probably get to sleep. Looking forward to taking you to the surface tomorrow!” Sentinel stood up and gently pulled Charoite up with him.

“Yeah, you’re right,” replied Charoite, “I just hope I’m able to sleep! I’m just so excited to see the surface! I mean, how many bots are this lucky!”

“Well, it isn’t safe for most bots, but the guards, Airachnid, and I will protect you if need be. It helps that you’re a pretty fast flier! Anyway, see you in the morning, Char.” Sentinel gave her a quick kiss and walked away.

With a spring in her step, Charoite left for her own room. She looked down and smiled at her shoulder, where her Sentinel Prime decal sticker was.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She tapped her folded arms, staring at him expectantly. "You better not have tried working on something again to pass the time. Part of taking care of yourself is getting enough sleep too, Hiccup." Her gaze flickered over at Toothless for a moment as she finished: "Who knows... Maybe I'll have to tell Toothless that he'll need to start giving reports on if you're actually sleeping or not."

Freya was content with his answer, lifting her chin with a satisfied nod. "Good. Cause if you hadn't eaten, I would've dragged you over to the Great Hall right now." She made herself become a bit more excited at the remembrance that there would be other vikings decorating inside the very place she mentioned, tapping her arm again in anticipation to see the lights they'll put up.

Avoiding his question, she merely continued to walk away to examine the axe nearby, an amused smirk on her features. "Yup! You're welcome."

Briefly rolling her eyes, Freya sighed through her nose. "You know what I mean...you're always in the forge as it is. Even since we were teenagers.." Lightly shrugging, she mumbled out her next words: "I just figured you could do something else other than staying in here the whole time for Snoggletog decorating.."

Looking away for a moment, she muttered out a sarcastic response that half of her hoped he wouldn't hear: "Actually, you can be a little 'accident prone' sometimes.." Her small pout and furrowed brows were put to ease as he told her to trust him, the resistance of not wanting Hiccup to be in the forge slowly diminishing. Reluctantly nodding she stared at her boots. "Fine. I better not see you with another injury from here ever again..."

Once he agreed to her request, at last, she held back from jumping in her spot, enthusiastically, and yet gently, shaking his arm for a short few seconds. "Yes, thank you! I will, don't worry! I'll cover a shift for you if I need to!"

Motioning for them to follow, Freya made sure the lights weren't tangled together before energetically walking a couple steps outside the forge to get a better view. 'The front part of the roof should be the one to have the lights being showed off on...that's what most people will see first..' She wanted to be very calculated when it came to setting up the decorations for Snoggletog.

"Okay, we're gonna need that hammer and some nails to get these lights right up..there!" She pointed to the front of the roof, glancing at Hiccup. "I'll get the nails!" Wasting no time in darting back inside the forge to get her needed items, she came out once more with the lights still ready in her arms. "Alright let's do this--"

Freya paused, abruptly remembering that Blaze's wing was injured, meaning she couldn't have his help in bringing her to the top. She really did want to hang up this specific decoration, though. Moreso on the roof. Glimpsing in the Sand Wraith's direction, which was still right next to her, she slightly pouted again while scratching underneath the dragon's chin with her other free hand. "Uh, I just realized...Blaze usually was the one to get me on the roof for this kind of thing..so.."

She held out her arms, offering him the lights while opening her hand that securely grasped the nails. "Take it... you and Toothless can do the ones up there. I can, uh...get some extra ones and hang them down here, I guess.."

A little exasperated, he ran a hand through his hair. "I know, I know...look, I just, I honestly couldn't sleep last night. Believe me, I would have if I could have. I doubt that any reports are needed..."

Chuckling, he gave her a playful look. "I know. Hence...the packed food." He knew Freya well enough to know that she would do exactly that.

Wagging a finger, he stepped towards her. "Oh no, no, you're not dodging this. What did you mean, exactly, when you said this time?" Placing his hands on his hips, he looked at her pointedly, waiting for her to give him an answer.

"Always in the--I haven't been here in at least two weeks!" Shaking his head, he also pointed out, "Ah, but what about when I was on Dragon's Edge? I wasn't in the forge at all then!" Sighing, he crossed his arms. "And my best guess is you've made it your mission today to get me out of the forge, to decorate the village for Snoggletog?"

He did in fact hear her. "What makes you say that?"

Reassuring her, he repeated, "You won't. But...this goes both ways. I don't want you getting hurt, either you know."

Her excitement made him grin, and his eyes softened as she tried and failed to keep her excitement toned down. "I don't think that will be necessary, but I might just have you join me for a day or so."

Removing his apron and hanging it on the hook, he cleaned up his station, leaving everything as neat as he could. Though he knew a few tools would be needed, so after taking a second look, he decided to take the hammer with him.

He continued smiling as he followed her outside, excited that it looked like he'd get to spend a good portion of the day with her.

Looking where she pointed, he nodded. "Alright, that's a good spot." He scratched Toothless under his chin as she darted back inside, smiling at her when she came back outside.

His brows furrowed when she suddenly stopped. "Something wrong?" Following her line of sight, he knew what it was. To get to the roof, she'd typically have the help of her dragon...who was currently injured...

Looking between Freya and Blaze, he brought his hand to his chin, getting an idea. Shaking his head at her offer, he motioned for Toothless to come closer. "No. You, you seemed like you really wanted to do this. So...if it's alright with you and Blaze, why don't Toothless and I help you up there?"

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Making An Effort

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 198

Summary: news of Dieter’s engagement brings out the scary side to his fandom

Warnings: swearing, hints to depression, toxic fandom, lots of angst but a happy ending, Dieter being Dieter so obviously some saucy suggestions

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“The world mourns as it loses Dieter Bravo to marriage.”

“That’s a bit morbid.”

“The award winning actor and former playboy has become engaged to his makeup artist girlfriend. That’s the third article that has gotten my profession wrong, I do special effects makeup.”

“Why do they keep giving me the playboy title?”

You continued with the article, “Blah blah blah, fans everywhere are devastated with the news of the handsome but troubled star. It’s true that you’re handsome but you haven’t been single in a while.”

“Do none of them care that I’m ridiculously happy?”

“I care.”

“Well you’re the cause of my happiness.” He kissed your hand with your new engagement ring on and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do your fans not like seeing you happy?”

“You have no idea how depraved some of them can be.”

“Are we going to have to get security in?”

“I hope not. I just want to have fun planning our wedding. I have a Pinterest board and everything.”

“You have a Pinterest board?”

“Yeah,” his tone became teasing, “You wanna see it?”

“You know I do.”

*****

Since the news you became engaged, people started looking at you differently. Some of them were obviously jealous that you managed to catch the eye of the handsome film star, not that he was a prize to catch. And men who may have once piqued your interest but soon proved to be dirtbags were now attempting to flirt with you, as if it was a game to steal you away. Your friends however were delighted with your happiness and wanted to help with the wedding plans.

You came home one day with a pile of random items your friends at work had given you, mostly flowers and bridal magazines. You hadn’t yet decided if you would have bridesmaids, wanting to keep the ceremony small, but you would definitely invite them as you doubted your family would make the long journey from Australia. All sad thoughts left you as soon as your family of just Dieter greeted in a loving embrace, well he tried to.

“Sorry, everyone keeps gifting me things.” You handed Dieter a box of cupcakes which he took immediate interest in. You added some magazines to the ever-growing pile and looked at a parcel that was sent to you at work. Opening up the box, you pulled out a fake hand.

“What the fuck is that?” Dieter exclaimed with a mouthful of cupcake.

“It’s just a fake hand, maybe someone is sending me their work. It’s not very good though, obviously fake. I don’t know why they cut the ring finger off.”

Dieter reached into the box and pulled out a piece of paper. Scrawled across was the single word, Thief. “Oh fuck, she’s back.”

“Who’s back?”

“My crazy stalker.”

“You have a stalker? Why have you not told me about this?”

“It was a while ago and there’s a restraining order out, but who knows. Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“No, I understand why you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”

“Her name is Shyna Tromper.”

“Shyna? A shiner is what you get when you punch someone in the face.”

“Sounds right. Anyways, I was filming across the country, and she was living a few states over, so she drove all the way to see me at my hotel but obviously I was busy, and she took it the wrong way. Even worse, she vlogged the whole thing and did a livestream for our meeting.”

“Yikes.”

“Now I’m worried she’ll go to extreme lengths and then I’ll lose you.”

“You really think she’s going to try and kill me?”

“What? No, that’s even worse. I’m worried she’ll harass you so much that you’ll just break off the engagement and leave.”

“Dieter, I love you. She’s going to have to cut me up with a chainsaw and bury me in an abandoned cemetery to try and separate me from you. But, like Jason, I’ll find a way to come back and then hunt her down, eye for a bloody eye.”

“Okay, you’re scary,” he wrapped himself around you “But still sexy. With her around, I’m going to worry all the time. After you, who else will she come after? Will she come after our children or…?”

You had to pause him there, “Wait, are you wanting children?”

“Are you wanting children?”

“I was against it for a while, but that was because of who I was with but now? Now, I don’t know. How about you?”

“Me? I don’t know if I can have them. After all the shit I’ve put my body through I’m probably sterile as far as I know. It’s just as well, I’ll be a shit dad anyways.”

“Don’t say that. Personally, I think you’d be a great dad. You’re kind and caring and you love with every fibre of your being.” Tears were forming in Dieter’s eyes, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he wiped them away quickly, “I just have new things to talk to my therapist about.” You snuggled up to him and he leaned his head on your shoulder. “You’d be a good mum.”

“Really?”

“Really really, you’d be a very sexy mama.” And he snuggled his lips up to yours, hoping the day would end on a good note, which it did.

*****

The next day did not end on a good note. You were heading to your car when suddenly you were shocked by a splash of liquid to your face.

“Bitch! You thief!”

You didn’t see who it was, but you could hazard a guess and you told Dieter as soon as you got home.

“She threw coffee in your face?”

“Well it was an iced coffee so it was just an unpleasant shock. Sticky though.”

“I can’t believe she attacked you like that.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Wasn’t that bad?” his voiced was raised but not in anger, more in shock, in fear.

“Well either I’m in shock or not yet in shock but all I want to do right now is wash this sticky mess off me.” You walked off to the bathroom, hoping you could wash away your bad feeling. The hot water made you feel refreshed, the sticky madness being burned away. You reached for your towel but found Dieter instead.

“Dieter what are-“ he completely wrapped himself around you.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.”

“What if next time it’s hot coffee? I can’t imagine the thought of you hurt because of me. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” But he was already gone, lost to the sadness building up in him. You almost collapsed under the weight of him as he was unable to function from the guilt and panic going through his head.

You both lay there on the bathroom floor for who knows how long, Dieter crying a never-ending stream of tears. After a period of time, he was able to be led to the bedroom where he curled around you but didn’t fall asleep. He drifted somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, floating in the darkness.

*****

He stayed in this darkness the following morning. You managed to get him to move from the bed to the couch. You coaxed some food into him and held him as much as you could and then back to the bed at the end of the day still trapped in his Sunken Place.

On the third day Dieter was lying on the couch, curled up on his side with your hand in his. He was just lying there in his own personal darkness, even though the sunlight was streaming through. Three days had now passed with him stuck in his brown study and you hoped that soon he would go through the door into the awaiting sunlight.

“You doing okay Dieter?”

He looked over at you and mumbled something you perceived to be positive.

“Do you feel hungry? Thirsty?” Again, he mumbled something that sounded positive.

You moved from the front door to the kitchen.

“Honey cakes,” Dieter asked, “Whose hand am I holding?”

*****

You were on high alert since Shyna threw that coffee in your face. Well, everyone was on high alert since that woman came back and tried to take away Dieter’s happiness. This woman was the reason the love of your life couldn’t smile, and you wanted to see him smile again. You alerted Adrien and they alerted others of Dieter’s stalker returning and the threat she was causing to the two of you. Thankfully it was all taken seriously enough that a security detail was set up. Dieter wasn’t aware of this as he was currently unable to function, and you didn’t want to burden him with anything new.

On the third day of his depressive state, you had to go out for a bit and when you came back you saw a car you didn’t recognise and had your suspicions. You alerted everyone of this and slowly made your way into the house.

You don’t know how she managed to get into the house, the back door must have been left unlocked. That woman had the audacity to be sitting next to your fiancé, holding his hand. You were hoping she didn’t have any weapons on her as you grabbed the baseball bat left near the kitchen. You focused on your breathing, trying not to scare Dieter and fight the urge to tear this woman to shreds. You raised the bat to her like a sword.

“Get away from him.”

Dieter was showing nothing but confusion on his face, everything was going in slow motion for him as his stalker slowly got off the couch. She looked hurt but you still held up your shields.

“You are not allowed to be here.”

I should be here; I deserve to be here; I should be here. I don’t know why you won’t give me the time of day,” she turned to face Dieter, “I’m your biggest fan but you just pushed me away. I drove two days to come and see you for Hunger Strike, but you wouldn’t spare me thirty seconds.”

Dieter found his voice, “It was the end of a long shooting day, and I was coming down with a cold. I was dead on my feet.”

“That’s no excuse, you need to make an effort for your fans.”

You were angry now, “Why does he need to make the effort? I don’t see you making an effort for him.”

“I do so make an effort. I’ve been here for Dieter since the beginning of his career.”

“Excuse me? Where are you when he’s having a panic attack? Or dealing with crippling self-doubt? Where are you when he’s so depressed he can’t function?”

Shyna looked like she was about to burst into a flock of bats or bring out a chainsaw.

“No one was there for me when I was in rehab. In fact, you complained about a lack of content from me.” Dieter’s voice was so soft it was hard to hear in the deathly silence.

Suddenly, a group of police officers came in through the unlocked door. They surrounded Shyna and proceeded to march her off, all the while she was still exclaiming that she deserved to be here. You rushed to Dieter’s side to make sure he wasn’t suffering any further.

“How did…?” Dieter started to ask but you gently interrupted.

“My phone was on, alerting anyone of what was happening.”

“Is she going to jail?”

“Most likely. Although she’d be better in a mental institute, get some help.”

Dieter embraced you in a hug, his warmth radiating through, “I love you; I love you so much.”

You were glad he was back, “I love you Dieter.”

“I want to make love to you. Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Well maybe not right now. I’m a bit tired, I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, a nap would be good.” You led him to the bedroom; thankful the day was ending on a good note.

*****

The next day you were relaxed on the couch reading your book letting Dieter have as long a sleep in as he needed. Soft footsteps alerted you that Dieter was awake. He made his way over to you, crawled onto the couch and proceeded to act as a weighted blanket, perfectly positioning himself to administer kisses.

“Hi,” he kissed you.

“Hi,” you kissed him back.

“How long was I asleep?”

“About 14 hours.”

“Damn. Sorry I’ve been so useless lately.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Hey, that wasn’t your fault.”

He gently grabbed your hand and pressed kisses to your palm, “I promised you some lovemaking.”

“You did.”

“I did indeed.”

He was making his way up your throat, but you held him off, “But you need a shower first.”

“I do?” he sniffed at his armpit, “Oh fuck, I stink. Can’t be stinky for lovemaking. I need to be smelling of roses!”

He hopped off the couch and proceeded to strip off his clothes while making his way to the bathroom. The day was definitely going to start on a good note.

Films referenced: Friday the 13th (1980), Get Out (2017)

Books referenced: The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

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Found - Neko!Jotaro x Reader P2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

CW: trauma(again)

Word Count: 5982

“Jotaro, stop scratching up the couch please.”

Getting a growl in response, you rolled your eyes as he stubbornly kept doing it and you walked over with big threatening steps, making him momentarily freeze.

“I know you’re nervous, but I bought you a scratching post for a reason.” You spoke as you stood right in front of him, a stern expression on your face as you held your hands on your hips.

Despite your stance, he scowled. “That thing is shit.”

“And my couch is off limits, get your claws out of it.” You waved your hands at him to shoo him away and it held the desired effect as he hopped back a little on the backrest(you were so glad you had the front fortified and weighed down, otherwise it for sure would have fallen over with Jotaro on top so often by now.).

With a little bit of an angry pout, Jotaro jumped off on all fours, landing on the floor before standing up on his two feet and walking over to his corner in the living room, where all his stuff had taken over, including a large wooden board with string wrapped around it, hung up on the wall at his height.

The grating of his claws in the thing sounded and you sighed in relief, raking your hand over the couch for a second to smooth it out, happy that you were there on time before any permanent-visible damage was done.

Looking back at Jotaro as he was focused on the scratching board, you let your eyes glide over his form, frowning a little as you noticed how he had chosen to wear the outfit he usually did when going outside. His tail tucked away into his pants and his ears hidden underneath his hat.

“Jotaro?” You called for his attention, making the grating stop as he looked back at you. “Your parents already know about what happened to you, the Speedwagon foundation should have told them. You don’t have to hide if you don’t want to.”

“It’ll be easier for them.” He didn’t skip a beat as he answered, yet he lowered his hands away from the scratching post, clenching his fists loosely to hide his claws.

“Alright, if you want it.” You smiled before taking a more active stance and walking over to him. “You remember the silent signals?” You spoke with a little confident smile and Jotaro raised a brow, unimpressed, before he nodded.

“If you want to hide in your box, tap my arm three times and I’ll lead them away from the living room for a second-“

“I know.”

“-If you want them gone, just hand me the hat toy, it’ll be subtle enough and I’ll signal the end-“

“I know.”

“-And if you want another topic of-“

Before you could finish, Jotaro cut you off by grabbing your wrists. “-I know.”

Oh, maybe you were more nervous than you thought…

“I’m sorry… I guess I just want this to go well for you.” You smiled a little anxiously and Jotaro’s slit eyes softened, his pupils dilating and rounding a little. 

A very soft purr started in his chest and he leaned forward, rubbing his head past your head for a second. “Thank you.” He whispered into your ear, his purr underlining the words and you reached your arms up, Jotaro letting your wrists go so that you could wrap your arms around him, hugging him.

“Do you want to be there to receive them or would you rather be up?” You questioned softly, angling your head a bit to look up to the box you were referring to earlier.

Due to cats preferring to perch high, Jotaro had been getting on every surface he could that was elevated from the ground when he first got to your home. And once you found him on the fridge after he had toppled over your wardrobe, you had instructed the Speedwagon foundation to build a secure perch for him. So, up in the right hand corner of your living room - which had unofficially become Jotaro’s little space after every cushion, toy and item was compiled there - up by the ceiling, hanging from it, was a large plateau. 

It was his little hideaway, from which he could observe the world from up high on a comfortable space. It always surprised you how he fit, given his length and bulk, but Jotaro always managed to squeeze into the relatively small gap between the plateau and ceiling, avoiding the single pillar that connected the one corner to the ceiling for added stability.

“Down.” Jotaro answered and you smiled.

“Alright, now lemme go, I need to check on the snacks in the oven.” You spoke as you unwrapped your arms, only to have Jotaro continue to hold on, his chin on your shoulder as his arms tightened around your waist. “…Jotaro.”

“No.”

Squinting your eyes, you couldn’t help but fight the smile that was trying to curl on your face. “Ohhhh, you’re dancing on thin ice, my good sir.” You warned and a short, growling chuckle left him, one might even say cocky.

“Then why are you smiling?”

“What, do you have eyes in the wall or something?”

“Mhm.” He hummed and you shook your head with an amused huff. When he didn’t seem to make any move to let go, you just let an embarrassed chuckle leave you as you briefly put your forehead onto his shoulder before lifting it again.

“I love you too, ya big fluffy baby, but I do need to see how the food is doing before it burns.” 

That seemed to do the trick as Jotaro abruptly let go and stood up straight. There was the faintest hint of a blush as he looked down at you with slightly widened eyes.

Smirking, you bapped the brim of his hat over his eyes before stepping back and walking around the coffee table over towards the kitchen, finally going to check on the little savoury tarts you made - couldn’t make something your favourite cat couldn’t eat, after all.

- - - - 

Nervously tapping his sock clad feet on the floor, you stood by Jotaro, trying your best to calm and reassure him, even though your own nerves were flying haywire. 

Just a few seconds earlier, you both heard the sound of a car pulling up, meaning it could only be one thing.

While you were just anxiously waiting for that fated knock, Jotaro must be getting it tenfold, for he could actually hear every single one of the footsteps walking closer, even despite the hat on his head - he told you once the hat did impede his hearing a bit, but you knew it was still top notch and way above yours.

Finally, you heard people step onto your porch, a knock sounding out on your door after a second, presumably after they read the note you put up stating you didn’t have a doorbell, having gotten rid of it after seeing how the loud noise affected Jotaro.

“Ready?” You asked the neko and he merely stiffly nodded, to which you gave his arm one last squeeze before stepping away from his side and over to the door.

Jotaro remained in the middle of the living room, but given the open spaced layout, he’d still be able to see everything once you opened the door.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped around the couch and walked to the door, sending one last look to Jotaro to make sure he was okay. Seeing that he seemed no worse than before, you looked back at the door before opening it.

The wood opened in the direction of the living room, shielding Jotaro’s view to outside, but also the other way around. Yet you, you could see everything. In front of you stood three people. A somewhat shorter woman with dirty-blonde hair - Holly Kujo - a man with glasses and jet black hair containing some silver streaks, pulled back into a short ponytail - Sadao Kujo - and lastly a young man from the Speedwagon foundation.

Sending them both a warm smile, you extended your hand. “Y/N L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I want to thank you both so much for flying here all the way from Japan.” You spoke, hoping to break the already tense ice. You could see both parents were equally as nervous as their son. Holly looked as anxious as can be and you couldn’t blame her. Sadao was better - good even - in hiding it behind his poker face, but the way he tightly held his wife’s hand betrayed him.

Reaching out first, Sadao extended his hand to grasp yours. “Kujo Sadao.” He spoke, a slight hint of his Japanese accent shining through in his speech. “This is my wife, Seiko.”

After having done the research to find them, you luckily knew about the different names already and smiled a small smile as you shook the man’s hand.

“Is he… here?” Holly asked once you let go and your eyes softened.

“He is.” You confirmed softly. “Please, come in.” You took a step to the side to allow the two in and turned to the SPWF employee. “Thank you for driving them, I will notify when you are needed again.”

Giving a curt nod, the man turned around on the porch and you carefully closed the door. Turning around to see both Holly and Sadao already at the end of the entrance hall, standing at the edge of the couch - a few meters opposite Jotaro as they looked at each other.

Mr. Kujo was still holding his wife’s hand, holding her back a little as you saw her have her free hand covering her mouth, tears already sprouting in her eyes.

“Jotaro…” She spoke shakily and you saw the cat nervously swallow as he looked down at her, his hands in his pockets probably clenched tight.

His eyes glanced up to his dad before looking at you for support and you quickly made your way over.

“It’s really you... You’re here!” In a burst of emotion, Holly threw herself into Jotaro’s arms, only for him to violently flinch away immediately, almost flinging himself out of her hold before taking two large steps back as his breathing sped up.

Holly’s expression twisted to confusion and hurt while Sadao took a step forward, putting his hand on his wife’s shoulder as he looked at Jotaro with confused, furrowed brows.

“What’s wrong?” 

“…” Jotaro just looked at his mother, his breathing quick, and though he wanted to answer her, he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth.

At that moment you stepped in - literally. 

Positioning yourself between Jotaro and his parents, you immediately felt the back of your shirt get clutched tight as Jotaro shot his right hand out of his pocket to grab you.

“I’m sorry, please don’t make fast movements. He’s been through a lot.” Jotaro pulled slightly on your shirt, warning you that he didn’t like what you were saying, but given that he seemingly went non-verbal, you had to somehow salvage the situation.

“He’s what? What do you mean?” Holly asked, full concern in her voice and you were about to answer when you stopped.

“He’s… you know what happened, right?” You asked, a gut feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach from her words that you did not like. Neither answered, just looking at you with growing concern and your feeling of dread made way for slight anger as you got an idea of what happened. “The man who drove you here, did he tell you anything about the situation?”

“He said he didn’t have clearance to tell us when we asked.” Mr. Kujo spoke up.

“Oh- he was supposed to-!” You cut yourself off in your own rage. As much good as the SPWF did, they were absolute uptight assholes sometimes. They didn’t let you send any information regarding Jotaro towards Holly or Sadao thanks to the still ongoing lawsuit as well as for secrecy’s sake - which you understood, it was mainly for Jotaro’s safety. But, because of that you made a deal that once the two landed and were under the care of the Foundation, someone would fill them in on the situation to make the meeting as least jarring as possible! Now it looked like you were going to have to explain all of it to them.

Bringing you out of your angry reverie, you felt three taps on your arm.

Looking back, Jotaro’s eyes were hidden behind his hat but you understood what was going on. He didn’t want to be there, in the centre of attention, once the truth came to light.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologised, steeling your emotions and turning professional as you focused back on the parental duo in front of you. “It seems a mistake has been made but we can fix that. Could you both please follow me?” 

Once they both nodded, you turned around and Jotaro stepped to the side. You led the way as Holly and Sadao followed you a little pensively, looking longingly at Jotaro as he stayed with his hat obscuring his eyes in the living room.

Walking down the hall, you opened the door to the left leading to the study and motioned them both inside.

“Sorry to ask, but what’s going on?” Sadao spoke up after you closed the door behind him and you sent them both an apologetic smile.

“I’ll explain in a second, let me just search for some documents here and ask you a question.” Rounding your desk, you crouched in front of it and opened the hidden drawer all the way at the bottom, out of sight of both of the Kujos as you retrieved the documents pertaining to the infiltration and investigation of Brando enterprises and Jotaro.

Closing it again, you put your hand on the desk and pulled yourself up to your feet.

“Before we go back, I want to ask you both one thing.” You spoke, getting both their attention as they had been curiously examining your office - most likely zeroing in on the large plush pet-bed that sat in the left corner, given you didn’t have too many decorations.

Waiting until you had their full attention, you spoke.

“Do you both love Jotaro?”

At this, the two of them seemed taken aback. “What? Why would you ask that?” Sadao asked, clearly offended while Holly stayed silent, staying more observant in this situation.

Just ignoring the man’s question, you continued. “Do you both love Jotaro, unconditionally? No matter what may have happened to him in the years you lost him and the person he is as a cause of it?”

Sadao was about to protest again, you could see it, but Holly beat him to it. “Absolutely.” She spoke, no hesitance or doubt in her eyes. Her pure conviction put you at ease, the crease in your brow softening.

By now you figured Jotaro had jumped up and settled into his space, probably twice over, so you took a deep breath and held the papers under your arms, leading the two back into the hallway.

“Please take a seat.” You smiled sincerely after they both took off their coats, knowing the news you were about to bring was not easy.

“Where’s Jotaro?” Holly asked softly, no longer seeing him in the living room and you looked around yourself a little nonchalantly, clearly not bothered as you answered.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up again. He does that.” Though you did technically speak the truth, you were still lying through your teeth by pretending to not know, not looking at where you knew he was on purpose.

Motioning for them to sit down again, they sat together on the couch while you took the chair under the window, Jotaro’s plateau in the corner right above you.

“There’s going to be no easy way to say this.” You sighed as you leaned your elbows on your knees and leaned forward a bit, looking up at them both, the stack of papers on the table in front of you. “What I’m about to share with you, you cannot share with anyone. The only reason I’m telling you or am even allowed to tell you is because you’re his parents.” You spoke, waiting for them both to nod so that you were sure your point came across before you started, heaving out a breath in nervous anticipation. “For nearly five years, Jotaro was stuck in a lab.” 

“A… lab?” Sadao asked and you hummed, reaching forward for the files. “Stuck in what way?” He then asked and you briefly looked up, the pained look on your face not giving any reassurance to the two.

“Stuck as in locked up. A lab rat.”

Holly’s eyes widened as she gasped, Sadao tightly clutching her hand as the colour drained from his face. You just opted it best to continue. There was no easy way anyways.

“I can’t tell you what lab, but rest assured that me and the Speedwagon foundation are doing all we can to shut them down.” You spoke while leafing through the papers. Soon you found the pictures you took of the glass cell Jotaro was held in and plucked them out, hesitating for a second. “I have pictures of where he was held, you don’t have to look at them if you don’t want. It’s not nice.”

Holly was silent, her eyes glassy as she softly held her hand in front of her mouth while Sadao shakily held out his hand to accept the photos.

Up in the plateau, Jotaro looked down from the shadows.

It hurt to see his parents… but… it hurt even more to see how distressed his mother was. Why did he ever agree to the reunion…

Feeling his tail twitch against his leg where he had shoved it down into his pant leg, he barely managed to suppress his angry growl at the appendage, almost frustrated that it existed.

“What’s this?” His father’s voice made him refocus on the scene below, watching with keen eyes as he saw the man holding the pictures, his mother refusing to look.

You looked over at the picture he was talking about after he turned it to face you, and Jotaro noticed it was… the table. 

Like with the crack of a whip, his vision flashed, instantly finding himself back in that room. Flashes of a figure, made hard to see because of the bright light shining directly into his eyes, that fucking laugh, blond hair, excruciating pain. Jotaro squeezed his eyes shut, gripping onto the brim of his hat to try to ground himself.

He thought of you, of when you first put the hat on his head, your fingers delicately folding his ears under it. He thought of the way you held him every time he once more felt so alone,  when he felt the phantom pain of the chains burning and chafing his flesh once more. But he didn’t have the chains anymore. He wasn’t alone anymore. 

Managing to slowly steady his breathing, he slowly uncurled, looking down to see visible evidence of tears on his mom’s face. He didn’t know how much of it he was out for, but safe to say the majority of it had been told.

-

“He was… experimented on… for five years, because we couldn’t protect him?” 

At Holly’s words, you immediately got up and kneeled in front of her. “No. Absolutely not. NONE of this is your fault. It’s not your fault, it’s not Jotaro’s fault. The only ones to blame are those who did this to him.” When you didn’t get a reaction, you lightly grasped her hand, forcing her to look at you. “Okay?”

“…Okay.” The words were soft and you squeezed her hands, sending her a small, warm smile.

You were about to open your mouth to say something else when a sharp sound rang through the air.

Snapping your head towards the kitchen, you squeaked as you realised that was your cooking clock. “I’m so sorry, I had made some snacks. G-Give me one second!” You apologised profusely and quickly got up, only to have Holly get up with you.

“Allow me to help you, dear.” She spoke and you wanted to protest, but her eyes practically begged you not to. And… maybe this was a good distraction.

So, you just closed your mouth and smiled a little. “Of course, thank you.”

Together, you walked into the kitchen, leaving a little dazed Sadao on his own in the living room to mull over his thoughts. Or- what he thought was on his own at least.

-

Opening the oven, you squinted a little at the strong heat that came out of it.

“That smells nice.” Holly commented from the side and you looked at her, seeing she had composed herself a little and was smiling softly. The kind of broken smile that, though heartfelt, showed the fresh grief underneath.

“Thank you.” You whispered before leaning down and taking the tray out carefully. “How are you holding up?” You asked after a second, softly placing the tray down on the countertop.

“Barely.” Holly spoke, but you heard the smile in her voice. 

“I just want to offer my condolences for everything that happened to you and your family… Maybe if I thought to look for you sooner things would have been better but- Jotaro, he-“ You blurted out what you had been wanting to say for so long, only to choke up and stop when Holly firmly wrapped her arms around you.

It was silent for a while as she hugged you, her arms around you and holding you close in an embrace that you couldn’t help but return. And so you just stood for a while, hugging, feeling content in her arms. The arms of a true mother.

“You saved him. You’re so young and yet you saved him and took care of him when we couldn’t.” She spoke softly as she pulled away, moving some stray hairs away from your forehead as she smiled softly. “How old are you, dear?”

“T-Twenty-two.”

“Twenty-two year old Y/N L/N… You are my hero.” Holly’s lips curved up, showing off her pretty teeth in a loving smile before she cupped your cheeks and pulled your head towards herself, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You felt your breath hitch at the action, just letting it happen as you felt a lump in your throat form. “Don’t say that- you’re gonna make me cry.” You barely managed to get it out above a whisper, your voice cracking a little, to which Holly laughed softly, pulling back to look at you yet still holding your face.

“Good. It’s good to cry every once in a while.”

Biting your lip, you took a deep breath before standing back and looking at the little savoury tarts on the baking plate in front of you. “Agreed, but for now we have to decorate.”

“Absolutely, what can I do?” Holly instantly sprung in and you smiled, happy to have some positivity return.

-

Watching you disappear into the kitchen together with his mother, Jotaro was left with his dad. 

Silently observing the man, for several minutes Jotaro watched as he just sat, not really sure what to do - up until he got too antsy to stay in place.

Getting up, the older man softly grunted, starting to aimlessly wander around the living room a bit.

Though Jotaro’s memories from before the lab were flakey, he remembered his dad’s presence being… unsteady at best. But it seemed he and his mom made up for that. That meant that at least something good came out of his disappearance.

Sadao walked over to the wall where the tv stood on a cabinet, examining the items on the shelves hanging above and around said device. Because of it, Jotaro had to come a little bit out of the shadows to still be able to look down and see what he was up to.

Watching from up high, he saw his dad slowly run his finger along the edges of the shelf, a mindless action to just keep track of where he was as he looked at the different stuff. At least, that was until a colourful looking object caught his attention.

Slowly, Sadao reached out for the neon-orange stuffed animal. It looked old and ugly, somewhat resembling a horse or maybe unicorn with its tube-like legs and body, but clearly handmade. It was so out of place compared to the rest of the items. Yet right before his finger could touch the thing, a creak sounded from above and Sadao turned his head just in time to see Jotaro lunging at him from above out of nowhere.

The moment the cat saw the man reach out to touch your mother’s last gift to you so carelessly, an instinctual reaction bubbled up, making him vault at his dad.

Sadao yelled in fright as he felt the heavy weight land on top of him, slamming him down to the floor.

Landing on top of him, Jotaro hissed loudly, before using the momentum of his pounce to instantly dive forward and yank his dad along, his hat falling off as he fell into a roll where he used his feet to launch the man across the room, hard.

Sadao slammed into the wall right next to the kitchen door and Jotaro clumsily got to his feet, not having his tail to balance, while he hissed; only thinking about protecting what was important to you.

A dangerous creak sounded and he snapped his head to the right to see the tv slowly topple forward, instantly making him snap out of his haze as he quickly turned and caught it.

Adrenalin pumped in his veins as he stood, buckling a little under the sudden weight of the tv as he tried to hold it up, yet Jotaro knew he just fucked up.

-

“Can I ask?” Holly started and you hummed. “I know you said some things are classified and this may count as such but… you said he was genetically altered? Physically and mentally? What exactly do you mean by that? In what way?”

You opened your mouth to answer when suddenly a shout rang out from the living room, followed by a large thud right against the wall right by the kitchen.

Your eyes and Holly’s widened and you both ran out, back into the living room.

Your head immediately shot to the right as you ran out of the kitchen opening to see Sadao slumped into the wall. Snapping your head forward, you saw Jotaro standing in the middle of the room, holding the tv from crashing to the floor while looking frantic.

Rushing over to him, you helped him push it back up - even if he probably didn’t need it - while Holly helped her stunned husband up.

Sadao staggered a bit and you saw Jotaro’s ears rapidly jut outward and flat, regret swimming in his eyes, painted on his face and visible to see for once.

Once she was sure her husband was okay, Holly turned to face her son, her eyes gliding up to see the ears. This made Jotaro realise he lost his hat, seeing it laying on the floor, his ears almost going completely flat against his head now with how far down they went.

When Holly slowly started approaching, Jotaro tensed his muscles and took a tiny step back, ready to dart, but your grabbed his shirt.

“Don’t run, it’s okay.” You smiled softly when his alarmed look hit you and he could only blink before looking forward again to see his mother standing right in front of himself.

A soft smile sat on her face and she slowly and carefully reached her hands up, Jotaro this time remaining unmoving, allowing her to cup his face.

Upon the contact, her eyes welled up a bit in happiness, her gaze trailing over all his features.

“Jotaro…” She started and the man swallowed. “You have ears!” Her tone was so happily giddy as she looked directly into his slit eyes, finally fully visible now that the hat didn’t obscure them anymore. Yet there was nothing but love and joy in her look. No judgement, no shock, no disgust. She was simply holding her son. And Jotaro’s eyes widened a little at that.

Carefully reaching up, she touched one of them, causing him to automatically flick it. Holly giggled a little at that before feeling the soft ink-black fur and awe-ing at it.

“They’re cute, and your eyes too- You’ve grown up. You look so different, Jotaro.” She spoke softly, dropping her hand back down to cup his cheeks, slowly rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’m sorry…” He barely even whispered the apology and you knew he was apologising for the way he looked. The first words he said to his parents in years were those of unjustified guilt, but still Holly’s smile stretched to become just a little warmer before she let go of his face to instead wrap her arms around him, tightly hugging the neko.

“I love you, Jotaro.” She spoke without hesitation, and that broke him.

Tightly wrapping his arms back around her smaller body, he buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continuously started to apologise quietly, his legs giving out as they sank to the floor together.

Jotaro’s shoulders started shaking ever so lightly as you visibly saw him squeeze Holly tighter, held in his mother’s embrace after years.

Even in the time you knew him, Jotaro had not once cried. Tears during a PTSD-attack, yes, but he never openly cried.

So, seeing him like this, with his parents: you found it not your place to be, and quietly walked into the kitchen to give them a moment.

-

As you were stacking the snacks on plates, the realisation hit you of Jotaro wanting to go back with Holly and Sadao. Not immediately of course, there’s mountains of paperwork before that is possible, but why wouldn’t he want to? Even though it’d break your heart, you couldn’t be happier for him to finally have his parents again.

After a few minutes, you walked back in with the plate of tarts to see the family had moved back to the couch, Jotaro now sitting in your chair.

Upon you entering the room, he looked up at you expectantly and you gave him a small smile as you put the plate down on the coffee table.

“I need to go do a thing, so please excuse me. You all just catch up.” You smiled as you took the Brando enterprises file and walked back into the kitchen, not seeing the small frown forming on your Neko’s face.

- - - -

Standing at the kitchen countertop, you were leaned on it, a little idly flipping through the pages.

This was basically Jotaro’s file - every important paper regarding him was in it. And right now you were reading through the contract that labelled you as his caretaker. It was a lot of small words but you were preemptively doing the first steps that would be needed to hand over that role to his parents.

Suddenly, a savoury smelling object was softly pushed into your lips.

It scared the ever living shit out of you and you yelped and jumped back, nearly tripping if it weren’t for Jotaro dropping the tart and grabbing your wrist. 

He hissed softly, eyebrows furrowed and showing off his two fangs as he himself had startled from your reaction, now pulling you back on your feet.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked once you got your wits back, seeing Jotaro next to you, his hat back on his head to hide his ears as he tilted his head.

“I should ask you. You said you’d stay.” He asked but there was no accusation in his voice, it was just a simple statement and you were happy to see his usual, more aloof personality returning.

He let go of your wrist and you linked your hands together in front of yourself, looking at the floor. “I know I did, but I thought you’d all want some alone time, y’know, as a family, not with an outsider butting in.” You smiled softly, still looking down, and Jotaro frowned.

“Y/N…”

“No, it’s okay! I’m fine here, just looking through the papers already.” 

“Already?”

At his question, you raised your head a bit to look at him. “Well, yeah. When you want to go with your parents, there’s some paperwork that needs to be done first, for legalities’ sake. So I figured if I started now, maybe I can work through it before they have to return to Japan, so that way you can-“

Putting his finger over your lips, Jotaro shushed you, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Why would I want that?”

“W- because they are your parents.” You spoke as if that should prove everything, and Jotaro just looked at you sternly, not saying a thing. When he slowly, almost unnoticeably, shook his head, your heart both broke as well as beat so strongly it almost actually hurt. In a hushed whisper, you looked up at him and breathily spoke. “But you could go home…”

Slowly bringing up his left hand that he had been keeping by his side all this time, you watched from the corner of your eye as he raised it into your line of sight to reveal him holding the hat plush. “I am home.”

Looking from the plush to him, your eyes focused on his face to see his pupils expanded as he gave you a fond look. 

Only then did the true meaning of his words sink in for you and you felt your stomach start to tremble as you tried to not actually burst out crying. 

Carefully, Jotaro placed the toy in your hand, closing your fingers around it. You were looking at how his hands held and covered yours, only to have his right suddenly reach up to your face, pushing your head up to meet his eyes.

They were round and widened, almost entirely pupil as a purr set in his chest as he leaned down slowly - a little hesitantly, stopping a mere two centimetres away from your face.

When all you did was continue to look at his face with big eyes, Jotaro got the confirmation he needed to fully lean down, and he carefully pushed his lips to yours.

You didn’t even have the mental capacity to be surprised or flustered. You just closed your eyes, feeling Jotaro’s hand slide to the side of your face, so careful to not touch you with his claws.

Pulling away just a little bit, you both half-opened your eyes and Jotaro had just the faintest uptilt of his lips, his purr still flowing, before he angled his head the other way and kissed you again, a little more confidently this time as you both closed your eyes once more.

It was inexperienced and maybe a little clumsy, the vibrations of his purr making it feel somewhat strange, but you cherished every second of it.

Suddenly, a flash went off, visible even through closed eyelids and you both broke the kiss with a start, Jotaro’s purr interrupting with a little stutter.

Holly stood in the door opening, lowering a camera from her face with a gigantic smile.

Jotaro’s cheeks held a rosy blush while you yourself were doing no better in the fluster department, Holly squealing a bit.

“I may have missed a lot, but at least I got my son’s first kiss!”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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I don't know if it fits in any theme but asylum!Steve's Reader in a costume, maybe decorating the asylum or just being in a costume bc it's fun and maked the patients happier a bit. And Steve sees her and he finds it's cute or sexy or just funny, it's your choice. ☺️

Day 1/Day 2 — pick your costume/decorate your house

“Its a little colour to make the world around them a little less dim.” It stands to reason why there were pumpkins and lights hanging around the main lobby of the asylum, and the stylized nurse’s uniforms that had bared a few additional items to look festive for the Halloween season.

“I don’t have anything.” You reasoned before heading to the floor, denying Bea when she tried to dress you up.

“A few whiskers and a little black nose and you’ll be a cute little kitty.” She had countered your reason with one of her own, and had begun setting black kohl eyeliner upon your cheeks and nose, gleefully adorning your face.

“And another coat of red,” Sue, one of the other nurses on the main floor, had offered you a deeper shade of red, “for the captain-“

“Steve-“ you pressed your hand against hers, another denial that was shot down.

“Please…Mr. Rogers may be as crazy as the next, but at least he’s nice to look at. Might as well have some fun.” Sue pushed your hand away and removed the gold cap from the lipstick before running the rouge along your top and bottom lip.

“He’s not crazy.” You murmured after they were done dolling you up, releasing you to head to the men’s ward. “Half the men here aren’t.”

Instead of heading straight to the men’s ward like you had planned, you had entered the children’s ward to take a short cut around the doctor in charge. Of the many male doctors who had worked here, there was one in particular that had made your skin crawl and your stomach to sour.

Dr. Rollins was a younger doctor, one who had freely taken liberties with the other nurses in a ploy of charm and charisma. He was attractive enough to not be denied by many, and skillfully linguistic to the point of being able to talk his way out of most trouble. And that in turn had painted a large number of the nurses as potential new targets, given the turn around.

“Good morning, Nurse L/N.” you were greeted by the team of nurses on the floor and you had taken note of one new nurse. “Wise to go this way, Doctor Rollins is on a rampage this morning.”

“Why?” You dared ask, hesitating and hovering by the door that led to the staircase.

“A few orderlies were found bruised and broken,” the nose spoke with cautious pride, “and none of the men are owning up to it.”

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as the nurse recalled the story, knowing exactly who it would have been that defended the women and children, even the more mentally ill men. You knew exactly what kind of man had done what no one else was brave enough to.

“O-oh.” You stuttered, licking your bottom lip as your hand shook. “T-thank you for the heads up.”

You slipped into the stairwell and let the door slam behind you. As it had become closed and you were alone, you had rest a hand on your torso and exhaled slowly. Your eyes had become closed, your heart still racing as one man had come into your mind and one man remained.

“I’ll always be here to make sure you’re safe. Even if its in the shadows.” You remembered the feel of his hands upon your arms, and the steady beat of his chest as he hugged you.

The way his arms secured themselves around you in the dark corridor, and the excuses he had made for you. Steve had protected you so much already, he had kept you safe from the doctors wrath.

“An angel of mercy” is what he had called you over and over, a steward of kindness and compassion.

“Dr. Rollins-“ your eyes opened and your heart nearly beat out of your chest as a door opened and closed again, slamming shut with force.

“If it weren’t-“ you jumped out of your flesh and tucked your head, scurrying up the stairs as he had started to come down, pausing when his hand grasped your arm.

“Its fitting for you, Nurse L/N.” he stopped you, reached for your chin to tilt your head up. “A kitty cat, do you purr for anyone in particular?”

“Doctor Rollins-“ the door opened again, and a steady presence had entered the stairwell, his blue-green eyes becoming hardened as they rest on the point of contact.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, doctor?” Steve’s voice stirred a shiver that ran down your spine, and it was a quick tug that you were free to run up the rest of the stairs.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mr. Rogers?” Dr. Rollins had raised an eyebrow and smirked at Steve, as if he had known secrets you didn’t know.

“I’m helping Nurse L/N with her rounds.” Steve had stepped down on the first step, a steady hand remaining on your hip to keep you within his reach.

“I suppose you should go then.” The doctor straightened his tie and then he was off, leaving you and Steve to your own devices.

“Did he hurt you?” Steve had turned on you, trapping you between the railing and his massive chest, staring down at you with comfort.

“N-no.” You shook your head, curls bouncing against your cheek. “No-“

“Sweetheart, look at me…” he extended another pet ale and cupped your cheeks, his large palms resting against your flesh being mindful of your painted on whiskers. “You can tell me anything.”

“Was it you?” You asked him, your voice shaking. “With the orderlies?”

“A nurses’ dress was ripped, they were laughing about it.” His eyes had hardened again, and his fingers tightened in your flesh.

“Steve, they could hurt you-“

“You make a beautiful, cat.” He had grown softer, his eyes searching your face. “Adorable, sweet kitty.”

“The other nurses…they think it’ll help the patients, and they’re probably right-“ you exhaled and slowly started to lean into him, crossing a boundary no doubt.

“You’re in charge of the activity. The other nurses all bowed out.” Steve mumbled against your forehead, kissing your flesh softly before he finally stepped away.

“I’m always in charge of activities.” You hummed, not so much a whine as a statement.

“I’ll be right there with you.”