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bts-reveries · 4 years ago

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hide and seek

the most beautiful moment in life | drabble/oneshot #3

genre: fluff, family

member(s): jin

a/n: it’s my sister @tan-dulset’s birthday! (25th, i know it’ll be the 26th in like 4 minutes asdfghjkl) i wanted to write a little something for her since her bias is jin and jin’s au won’t be coming for a while since it’s the last in the series. so i hope she likes this haha

she’s mae in the other aus since jin’s solo au hasn’t came out yet but she’s -> Yn here since it’s a solo member drabble anyways :)

and lastly, none of this would make any sense to you if you haven’t read the series! here’s the link to the master list: the most beautiful moment in life

This still takes place before his au//we’re still in jimin’s au time zone here hehe

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“Honey, the kids sound awfully quiet,” you say, looking over at your husband as you finish up on washing the dishes. Jin looks over at you as he’s wiping down the table. The kids had just finished eating and they all ran to their rooms to play. Usually you would be able to hear them screaming at each other, something they got from their dad of course.

“I’m sure they’re just playing,” Jin says, getting up to throw the paper towel he used to wipe down the table in the trash.

“STOP IT!” You two hear. Your heads both shot to the hallway where you heard the voice. You put away the last dish you were holding, on to the drying rack, before wiping your hands and running to the direction of Haneul’s playroom.

The room was empty when you went in, so you turn to go to Soojin’s room while Jin goes into Minseok’s.

“They’re not in here!” You yell to your husband. Jin shows up at the door of Soojin’s room, telling you they’re not in Minseok’s either.

“Soojinah!” You yell, going into you and Jin’s shared room. “Minseok?” You yell next.

“Yah! Haneul!” Jin yells as he walks into his office. Haneul was sitting in his chair, by his work desk. Your little boy giggles as he grabs the pens on his dad’s desk and scribbles all over the papers he had out.

“YAH!” Jin yells, running towards his son and snatching him off of the chair.

You gasp as you see your husband carrying your son under his armpits in front of him, pen marks on his face.

“What happened?!” You say, taking Haneul into your arms. Haneul giggles, pointing to his dad’s office.

“Funny,” he says, smiling up at you.

“Was it fun?” You ask him, he nods his head, wiggling his little feet so he could get down. You put him down and watch him run towards the bathroom, banging on the door.

“Is hyung and noona there?” Jin asks, his arms crossed. Haneul points to the door.

“Noona noona,” he says, banging on the door again. “NOONAAAAAA,” he screams, making you laugh. Jin opens the door and walks to the bathtub, pulling the curtains back.

Soojin lets out a high pitched scream.

“Haneeeeull~~~ You’re not supposed to tell daddy where I hide!” She says, clearly annoyed as she hopped out of the bathtub.

“I didn’t get the memo we were playing hide and seek,” Jin says, walking over to you and engulfing you into a hug. Nearly suffocating you.

“Oomph-- yeah.. Didn’t either,” you say. Soojin looks up at the both of you, pulling your arm.

“We need to find Minseokie now!” Your daughter says.

“Yah, he’s older than you, you have to call him oppa,” Jin says. Soojin giggles, running towards your room and opening the closet doors.

“OPPA!” She yells, running away from the closet and looking under the bed next. “I can’t find him,” Soojin says sadly, running everywhere, trying to look for her older brother. Jin looks behind curtains, and in the laundry baskets in your bathroom.

“Wait,” you said, leaving the room and walking to the kitchen. It isn’t the first time you played hide and seek with your oldest, and you knew his little trick whenever he played hide and seek. He wouldn’t usually hide in one place. He’d hop from one room to the other while you’re busy checking other hiding spots. The one you didn’t check was the kitchen because you were there the whole time. You were sure he went in there when you and Jin were in his siblings’ room.

You eyed the pantry, trying to be as quiet as possible when you were in front of it. Slowly, you grab the handle, pulling the door wide open quickly.

“AHHHHHHH!” Minseok yells, a pack of chips falling on his head. You burst out laughing, picking up the chips and throwing it back into the top shelf as you pull your son out.

“You really thought you could win this time?” You tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you walk him to his siblings and his dad.

“I didn’t think you would find me,” he says with a small smile, as you two walk to your room where everyone else was in.

“I found him everyone!” You announce. Haneul lets out a happy scream, running towards his brother.

“Where was he?” Jin asks, walking towards you three with Soojin in his arms.

“The pantry.”

“What??? But we were in the kitchen and dining room the whole time!” Jin says, confused as to how you both didn’t see him.

“Well it’s because--”

“SSHH,” Minseok says. “Don’t tell him my secret,” he whispers. You were the only one who knew he hopped from one place to another whenever you played hide and seek, which is the reason why his siblings never find him.

“Well…” you continued any ways, he pouts at you, thinking you’re about to expose his secret. “It’s because we were distracted. You were focused on the table and I was focused on the dishes, he could’ve easily slid past us.” You look back down at Minseok who’s now smiling up at you, and you give him a little wink.

“Hmm. Okay then. Is it Mommy and Daddy’s turn to hide?” Jin says. You look at him with a confused look. This time he’s the one who winks at you.

“YEAH!” Soojin yells excitedly, Haneul cheers along.

“Okay, go to the living room and count to twenty,” Jin says, his three kids all run to the living room to start. “Cover your eyes!”

“WE ARE!” Soojin and Minseok says in unisons.

“OKAY THEN START COUNTING!” Jin yells.

“1, 2,4,9,7--”

“I’ll count you’re counting it all wrong,” you hear Minseok say to Soojin, which only led them to start bickering on how to count correctly.

You were about to go off to help them when Jin stopped you from crossing the door frame.

“Let them learn by themselves,” he says, pulling you into the room, closing and locking the door.

“What are you doing,” you laugh as Jin picks you up and carries you to your bed.

“Minseok would probably end up giving Soojin a whole counting lesson and they’ll forget that we’re playing hide and seek. Let’s have some mommy-daddy time,” he says, crawling on top of the bed after he put you on it, pulling you down with him.

“Aigoo~ it’s been so long since we had alone time,” he says, snuggling his nose into your neck, pressing a kiss or two. You laugh, pushing him away.

“The kids are gonna wonder why the door’s locked,” you tell him, making him pout.

“No they won’t, you can’t even hear them anymore,” he says, pressing more kisses to your face.

“3, 2, 1,” you count down, pointing towards the door. As if on cue, your youngest screams for you right outside your door.

“mOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!” Haneul screeches. Jin groans, rubbing his hands on his face.

“Oh? Mom, Dad, why is the door locked?” Minseok says, frantically turning the door knob.

“What are you doing!” Soojin yells at the door.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you got up to open the door.

“Noooooooooo~” Jin whines, pulling you back down.

“Babe,” you laugh, as your three kids continue to call you behind the door and your fourth one, your husband, continues to whine, holding you down.

Haneul starts to whine and cry, which made Jin let you go.

“Coming!” You say as you finally got to the door, unlocking it and letting your kids in.

“Why would you lock it~” Minseok says, annoyance lacing his voice. “That’s kind of cheating..”

“Daddy wanted to play a different game that’s why,” you say, playfully glaring at your husband.

“I wanna play,” your daughter says, climbing onto your bed.

“What game is it?” Minseok says, getting on the bed as well. Jin laughs as you make a face, not knowing what to say.

“You wouldn’t like it,” you just say, picking Haneul up and going on your bed with him.

“Daddy let’s watch movies,” Soojin says, crawling up and snuggling into Jin’s side. Minseok grabs the remote from your bedside table and turns on the tv. You and Haneul lay on your pillows while Minseok was in the middle, picking out a movie, and Soojin was snuggled up into her dad’s side.

“Zootopia!” Minseok yells excitedly, “Soojinah, Haneul, do you want to watch this?” Soojin agrees excitedly while Haneul holds up his small thumb.

“I should get snacks,” Minseok says, pressing play before he ran out of the room.

You felt Jin’s eyes staring at you as you played with Haneul’s cheeks, making him smile. You look up at Jin as he looks over his daughter at you, and you do the same with your son.

“Maybe we can try again after they sleep,” he whispers. You crack a smile but your daughter looks up from under him and turns to you.

“Mommy I wanna sleep here tonight,” she says innocently.

“Ha-Haneul too,” your youngest says, looking up at you, showing his two fingers.

Jin looks at you with slight disappointment on his face, you couldn’t help but think it was funny.

“Should we call Taehyung?” He suggests.

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anchoredtether · 4 years ago

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2020 Writing Roundup

Stolen from Rue! This was fun to reflect on!

Everyone is welcome to use this same format if they’d like to do the same!

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S T A T S

Words written:

A whooping 232,867 - which is more than half of all the words I’ve written on Ao3 in the past seven years LOL. I guess I wrote to keep myself sane this crazy year.

O N G O I N G: S T A R T E D / U P D A T E D

AN UNORTHODOX APPROACH (21,586 words)

First new fic of the year, this is my Shrek AU! I really adore this fantasy AU and it’s fun to explore such a crack concept and treat it seriously. It’s also a Pikelavar AU of sorts.

DEFENDERS OF AURITA (62,538 words)

Only updated my fantasy AU epic with one chapter this year, and I’m actually kind of sad I didn’t work on it more. It’s been hard to find muse for it when it hasn’t gotten nearly as much traction as other projects.

PARADISE LOST (13,013 words)

Another new fic started in June, this is a Zootopia AU! Heavily inspired from Zootopia, Beastars, and The Last of Us, it’s an apocalyptic future involving hybrids, people who have animal traits in order to combat a deadly strain of cancer. Plus I just love fox!Lance and rabbit!Pidge.

SCALING BACK (6,041 words)

New fic started in March, this is one I’ve had stewing on the backburner for quite awhile actually, and decided to start. It’s basically canon but Lance is actually a merman and hiding it from the team. It surprisingly fixes a ton of plot holes and fits with canon narrative.

SHATTER AND TESSELLATE (19,661 words)

This new project kind of took over my life if you couldn’t tell from all the art I’ve cranked out this past year for it. Oddly enough the idea just kind of hit me one day in March. I think Rue’s “worst timelines” got me thinking along those lines and I came up with the idea of Honerva seeing into the future and kidnapping the future paladins and turning them galra to prevent Voltron from defeating the Empire. So it’s a Galra AU but in the worst way possible.

SIX IMPOSSIBLE THINGS (7,243 words)

Another new fic started in August, this Wonderland AU I’ve had notes and ideas for since 2018 or something. And it’s hilarious because I thought of Lance being the Cheshire cat long before Pike existed. Thanks to lots of brainstorming on Discord I’ve figured out a lot more worldbuilding for this AU and I can’t wait to expound on it.

SLIDING LEFT MAKES MR. RIGHT (2,788 words)

Crack Tinder AU which says I posted in 2020 but I think I wrote it in November/December of 2019. This is a oneshot and it’s taking me forever to finish because it’s hard for me to write short things lol.

THE VACANT ETHER (31,121 words)

This is from the Stories in the Dark bang back in October 2019 and I’m still working to finish it. Post s8, horror, cosmic Reaper AU. This is a favorite AU of mine because of how nicely it fixes and explains all the plot holes of s8.

WHAT TIDES MAY BRING (20,704 words)

The Mer AU that Rue and I started writing last year! I really adore this AU and the Plance family feels it has, and sadly I’ve been slacking on my end with writing the next chapter but I hope to get more content in before MerMay this year.

WHERE SAPPHIRE ROSES GROW (31,101 words)

I wrote a lot this year for my Beauty and the Beast AU. I’m quite pleased I finally got to the part where Lance learns Pidge is a girl because that’s when things start moving into motion (and obviously the romance starts developing, but still not for awhile yet because I’m a sucker for slow burns).

WHERE THE SUN MEETS THE OCEAN (8,620 words)

I barely touched my Atlantis AU this year. This is another AU that doesn’t get as much love so it’s hard to find muse for it at times.

R E F L E C T I O N S

Best title

I am really fond of Shatter and Tessellate. Not only does it sound pretty and gives great imagery but it’s symbolic of how the paladins are broken and put back together.

Worst title

Probably Paradise Lost. It’s unoriginal (I stole it from the book by John Milton) though it fits the themes of the fic. But I also couldn’t think of anything better and I do find it funny that shortened it becomes PL which is like Pidge/Lance.

Best/worst last line

Best: from Where Sapphire Roses Grow:

She opened her eyes to see Lance looking up at her with his captivating irises as brilliant a blue as the very sapphire rose that cursed him, eyes that were still human.

“I swear to you Lance… I will figure out a way to break your curse.”

Worst: from Paradise Lost:

“Please…” she says in a muffled voice between sobs. “I can't - I can't do this alone."

“You won't have to,” he promises softly as he holds her close. “I'm here. I'm right here..."

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I wrote uhhh.... way more. Than I thought possible considering all the stress that happened this year. I started six new fics and progressed a ton in others.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

This is a hard one to choose... but based on the content I covered this year for the fic as opposed to the fic itself, I’d have to say Where Sapphire Roses Grow. It’s so fun writing feral Lance and him protecting Pidge from the wolves was one of my favorite scenes to write this year.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By a freaking landslide, Shatter and Tessellate. This really caught me off guard - I never thought this fic would be so popular, especially considering it starts out as a kid fic of sorts (paladins are all early teens at first) and most people don’t like kid fics. It’s also quite dark and highkey horror? So I’m shocked it’s so well loved.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

By far The Vacant Ether. I thought it would gain a lot more traction considering everyone and their dog wants a s8 fix it fic, but then again TVE covers really dark topics and is technically a horror fic. So I shouldn’t be surprised it isn’t for everyone. But I am really happy with how it has turned out, even if less people read it.

Story that could have been better?

All of them Hmm. I feel like Scaling Back could have been more imaginative, considering the second chapter mostly follows the events of a canon episode with little divergence.

Sexiest story?

None of them have really gotten to that point yet... though I have been working on some future steamy scenes for some fics. If I had to pick one though probably Where the Sun Meets the Ocean because Pidge ogles Lance in that one.

Saddest story?

Yikes this is a hard one. I think I have to say Shatter and Tessellate, because not only does that one cover death and kidnapping, but metamorphis and body horror. And it’s all the more sadder because they’re just kids.

Most fun?

I think the one most fun to write is Where Sapphire Roses Grow. I love the time period, I love monster!Lance, I love Pidge and Lance bickering, there’s just so many good points to it. Plus BatB is a classic I loved and grew up with as a kid so it’s really fun to write out the themes I love.

Story with single sweetest moment?

I think Lance comforting Katie in Shatter and Tessellate when she asks him to call her by Pidge from now on fits this one. Lance and Pidge have a lot of little moments like this in this fic but this one in particular is very tender.

“Pidge is cute,” he finally says as he nervously rubs his wrist. “Reminds me of Pokemon.”

She makes a small sound which he thinks is an attempt at a laugh and turns her head to face him, tucking her hair behind her ear. “That’s where Matt got it from, actually.”

He smiles at her. “Is Matt your brother?”

She nods. “I’ve always loved owls, but I had a hard time saying it when I was learning how to talk. I watched Matt play enough video games that I could say ‘Pidgey’ though, and so I started calling any owl I saw as Pidgey. At some point the nickname Pidge stuck.”

Hardest story to write?

Easily The Vacant Ether. It covers a lot of heavy and dark topics and it’s hard to really nail the horror vibe sometimes. But also Sliding Left Makes Mr. Right solely because I can’t write short one-shots to save my life LOL.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Not really? Aside from just... cranking out a ton. I suppose starting 6 new fics can count as taking a risk. Keeping up with all my projects is also a project but I somehow manage to do it.

Proudest Achievement:

I think Shatter and Tessellate reaching so many kudos and hits. I seriously was not expecting that.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Just keep writing I guess. I do have two ambitious plans, to finish Not All Pain Heals, my Teen Wolf fic that is long overdue to be finished, as well as The Vacant Ether which is the fic I have planned out the most and would be easiest to finish.

#fanfic writing roundup #2020 stats #Ao3 stats #my fanfics #plance

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just-my-sickly-pride · 5 years ago

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The Old College Try || Brian May x fem!Reader

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A RE-UPLOAD OF A FIC THAT I POSTED LAST YEAR TO A DIFFERENT BLOG. I DID NOT STEAL THIS; IT’S MINE. The version on my other blog has since been made private. Minor changes have been made.

summary || of all the new experiences you thought you’d have in your time at college, falling into an extended friends-with-benefits situation was not one of them - but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. you and Brian had tried every kinky thing you could think of. except calling Brian ‘daddy’, of course, because, y’know, bleugh. you both thought the idea of that was gross. so gross. right? modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit. 18+ only. do not read if you are under eighteen. there’s a bit of what i’d like to call platonic fluff? but mostly smut. daddy kink, choking, some slight dom/sub dynamics, but not much.

word count || 6.9k. this was clearly written back when i actually used to write reasonably-sized fics.

author’s notes || i’m re-uploading this because i have a part two written and ready to be uploaded. i’m sorry the gif below is so big but it’s just too pretty!

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If someone had told you that, within the first few months of starting university, you’d have made a new friend who would quickly become more than a friend, you’d have said that that someone had no idea what they were talking about. You weren’t interested in dating, at least not at this point in your life. You just wanted to focus on university, at least for the first year.

If that someone had clarified what they’d meant by ‘more than a friend’, you would’ve been equally as confused.

Well, maybe not that confused. You’d been attracted to Brian the second you’d first clapped eyes on him, when he’d asked if the seat next to you was taken in your second lecture of the day. In fact, after that first hour, you’d thought you’d probably develop a crush on him — but, surprisingly, you didn’t, even after the two of you became friends. Great friends, actually. You shared similar interests, and you could talk for hours about absolutely anything. He was good fun to argue with over silly, trivial things, like where the best place to keep ketchup was, or whether it was acceptable to drink wine out of a cup. And he was always open for late-night conversations about life and the universe. And you loved making him cringe. Your favourite way to do it was to say that his love of animals revealed he was actually a furry. Or saying that he had a foot fetish. You found it hilarious how easy he was to wind up. He did not.

So yes, above all else, you were friends.

You’d just added a little something extra to the mix along the way.

You couldn’t remember how exactly the whole ‘with-benefits’ component to your friendship had started, but you could remember very clearly when: three months into uni, into being friends, and you’d both been at a mutual friend’s party. You’d both been drinking, and you’d been flirting, like you always seemed to be, and then, next thing you knew, you were making out. You’d spent the rest of the night making out, actually, and then Brian had come back to yours, where’d you’d made out even more, but with less clothing. You hadn’t slept together, but you’d fallen asleep in the same bed.

And the next day, things had seemed… completely normal. Nothing had seemed to change between you two at all. It wasn’t as if either of you pretended the night before hadn’t happened, but more that it just didn’t need to be something really that worthy of note. It had happened, it had been fun, and that was all there was to it.

The next time you two had gotten drunk — at your place, playing a dumb drinking game while watching Zootopia, of all things — the same thing had happened. Except, this time, you’d gone all the way. And it had been great. No awkwardness, no pressure to impress. The next day, again, the dynamic had remained the same.

So, after a brief conversation to clarify things, you’d settled on friends-with-benefits.

That had been two months ago. It wasn’t a secret, per se, but you weren’t exactly rushing to tell anyone. You actually had no idea how many people knew.

But what you did know was that, while neither of you had had a friends-with-benefits arrangement with anyone else before, you were both fucking good at it.

It hadn’t taken long at all for things to become more adventurous in the bedroom. Every time the two of you slept together — which, given that you were both young adults who had needs, was fairly often — you were experimenting, trying out new things, almost in competition to see who was the kinkiest.

Which was new, again, for both of you. You’d never thought of yourself as particularly kinky, and Brian had told you he’d never really considered anything more than just vanilla sex. But one day, during a lecture, you’d found yourself staring at his hands, and had wondered what they would feel like wrapped around your throat.

As it turned out, it felt incredible. And so had been just about everything that had followed after it.

You were staring at his hands now, as he fiddled with the lid of his water bottle. You were at lunch with your friends at uni, celebrating the end of a painful three-hour lecture, but you’d zoned out of the group conversation long ago.

Brian’s hand drifted down the side of the water bottle lightly, deliberately slowly, and you could tell without even looking at his face that he’d caught you staring. His fingers glided back up the water bottle, and curled around the top of it, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

Brian’s hand flexed around the water bottle, tightening, and you squeezed your thighs together. You shot a glance up to his face. He wasn’t looking at you, instead politely engaging in the conversation, but he had a small smile on his lips. He knew he was getting you hot under the collar with just the movements of his hands, and he was enjoying it immensely. You simultaneously hated that it was so easy for him to tease you, and loved that he enjoyed doing it.

You sighed, sitting back. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” you said, completely cutting off whoever was talking; you didn’t care.

You stood up, leaving your belongings there with your friends, and walked to the bathrooms. There were two sets of bathrooms: the food court ones that everyone used, and the much quieter ones that were in the building next door, down a corridor. There were no security cameras there, either. The bathrooms weren’t abandoned, exactly, but you could have about five to ten minutes of privacy if you were lucky.

You leant against the wall of the corridor, tugging on the sleeves of your shirt, rubbing your hands together, bubbling with nervous energy.

Brian rounded the corner an agonising two minutes later, and you said, “You’re a fucking menace,” before he grabbed your hips and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. You knew you had barely any time — not even a minute — before your friends started getting suspicious, so you made the most of it.

Well, the most of the twenty or so seconds you were given. Someone exited the bathroom, and you and Brian sprung apart from each other, and you looked down at your hands, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. The guy who’d left the bathroom mumbled, “Sorry,” and hurried past you.

You and Brian shared a glance, and then you started laughing. Brian covered his face with his hand, shaking his head. “I…” He sighed. “The number of times that we’ve gotten caught by strangers… And it never gets better. It’s always horribly awkward, every time.”

“Maybe we should just stop making out at uni then,” you said.

Brian lowered his hand, looking aghast. “That’s out of the question. What am I meant to do, wait till the end of the day?”

“Maybe we should,” you said with a shrug. “Maybe we should stop making out basically every day. It might make things more… rewarding. Or at least interesting.”

“I don’t think I could last an entire day,” Brian said. He rested his hand against your collarbones, applying just enough pressure to push you back into the wall, and his thumb moved to press against the front of your throat. Your lips parted instinctively. Brian’s eyes were on his hand — he’d told you that he liked how his hand looked against your skin — and your eyes were on his face. The concentration and heat in his gaze, coupled with the feeling of his hand, was enough to make you squirm with need.

But now was not the time, nor the place.

You sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall and your eyes slide closed. “Bri,” you said slowly, a warning.

“Mm?” Brian said, his warm voice low.

“We’re in public.” You opened your eyes, and lifted a hand, placing it on top of his, gently taking it away. “We have to go back.”

Brian was tense, his jaw clenched, and you smiled. “Come on,” you said. You spoke lightly, but you knew that Brian would obey you.

Brian breathed out sharply, and he turned away from you, rubbing his eyes with one hand. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled. “Fuck.”

You felt that all through your body, but you just took his wrist and went to leave, dragging him after you. He stayed stuck to the floor, his eyes boring into yours, and you could see the gears turning in his brain, knew he was seriously considering grabbing you and taking you into one of the bathrooms.

You knew he wouldn’t. You both had limits, and actually fucking at uni was not on the table for either of you.

But still. The fact that Brian seemed damn near overwhelmed with desire — desire for you — made you feel like the most powerful motherfucker on the planet.

It also helped that you just tugged on his wrist again, just once, using barely any effort, and he became unstuck, following your direction without another word.

“Maybe later I can dig out the old furry suit,” you said as you headed back to the food court, making your voice as sensual as possible.

Brian snatched his wrist back as if in disgust, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Jesus, you know how to kill the mood really fast.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, blinking at him innocently. “Don’t you want to see me in my suit? It’s a badger one. I got it made just for you. I thought you’d love it.”

Brian shook his head. “I hate you so much.”

“Maybe we can try something even better tonight,” you said, giving him a pouty, sexy look that you knew looked ridiculous. “Something new. What do you say, Daddy?”

Brian’s step faltered, and the wildly taken-aback look on his face made you laugh. You skipped ahead, sliding back into your chair, and Brian joined you soon after.

A week later, you and Brian were in your dorm, books and textbooks and pens and laptops strewn all over the living room floor as you tried to study. Brian was always much more studious than you were, so it helped to have him there to steer you back to your books when your focus strayed. Unfortunately, having him there served as the worst distraction you could’ve had.

After about fifteen minutes of you mildly irritating him, flicking his pen as he tried to write, poking him in his side where he was most ticklish, making stupid noises at him and demanding some kind of response, he’d sent you to the kitchen to make a snack and get you both something to drink.

You hummed to yourself as you waited for the popcorn to microwave, scrolling through Instagram on your phone. You came across a horrifically awful meme, and you laughed. “Hey, Bri,” you called. “Dude.”

“What?” Brian replied from the living room.

“Come look at this meme. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Just send it to me.”

“No, come look at it.”

You heard Brian sigh melodramatically, and soon he lumbered into the kitchen, stretching out the kinks in his muscles from sitting on the floor. “All right, show me.”

You showed him your phone, and he looked at it for a second, then his eyes flicked to you, accompanied with the most intense are you shitting me expression you’d ever seen on another human being. “That’s horrendous.”

You giggled. “I know.”

“I can’t believe I walked all the way in here for that.”

The microwave dinged, and you went to get the popcorn. You almost burnt your fingers, but you managed to get it out of the oven and peel it open.

“Ouch,” you said as you grabbed a few pieces and tossed them into your mouth. “Bri, open up.”

Brian opened his mouth, and you threw some popcorn at him, not aiming at all. It went all over him and the floor, and he sighed as you laughed. “God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

You shimmied your shoulders. “I know,” you said happily, trotting past him. You paused in the kitchen doorway to shimmy again, this time adding your hips, wiggling your butt at him, and then continued to the living room with the popcorn, getting comfy on the floor.

“You can’t just shake your arse at me,” Brian protested, following you. “That’s not fair.”

“You called me annoying,” you said. “I can do what I want.”

Brian groaned. “You’re so…” Before you knew it, he’d fallen to his knees beside you, snatched the popcorn bag from your hands, and captured your lips with his.

You still got a thrill when you kissed him, even after two months. It felt naughty, in a way, like there was something taboo about it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that everyone else you knew was getting into relationships, or wanting to get into relationships, and your arrangement with Brian was the antithesis of that. Maybe it was because you wasted so much time doing it, when you should’ve been studying, or working on an essay. Maybe it was because you’d never been so physically attracted to another human being before that there had to be something wrong with you, didn’t there?

Brian kissed you deep, kisses that were slow and controlled and drove you insane. You tried to go for his jeans, but he straddled you and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. Every time you tried to take some of the power back, escalating things or speeding them up, Brian just didn’t rise to it, didn’t take the bait, and it was so frustrating you wanted to scream.

Brian pulled back just enough to end the kiss. You tried to continue, but he ducked his head, as if to kiss your neck, so you let your head fall back, but he just pressed a single, infuriatingly light kiss to your pulse point.

“Oh my God, I hate you,” you growled.

“Oh, I’m annoying you, am I?” Brian said, beyond smug, and you wanted to kick him in the ribs.

“You fucking… This is entirely different,” you said. “You—“

Brian licked a stripe up your neck, and you felt the air leave your lungs like it had been sucked out with a vacuum.

“You bitch,” you said, but it came out sounding breathless and needy.

Brian chuckled, and you felt him bite your neck, softly, teasing.

Your lust-addled brain was scrambling to find a way to get control of the situation, to not let Brian win, so you fell back on instinct: making Brian feel repulsed. “Are you imagining I’m a hedgehog? A sexy, spiky hedgehog?”

It worked a treat. Brian recoiled, letting your wrists go, his nose screwing up. “Why? Why do you do that?”

You leant into the bit, refusing to back down. “What about a fox?” you said, giving him a salacious smile, putting your hands on his chest. “Want me to put on National Geographic?”

“You disgust me,” Brian said, sounding more tired and exhausted than anything else, and it delighted you.

You leant forward, into him, smoothing your hands up his thighs, your lips hovering just over his. “What do you say, Daddy?”

Brian went very still. He swallowed.

You paused, confused by the lack of reaction, and pulled back. “What?”

Brian’s face was red. “That was… uh. Um.”

“Sorry,” you said. “Nickleback?”

It was your safeword. Nothing kills the mood like Nickleback, Brian had said when he’d suggested it.

“No,” Brian said stiffly. “Not Nickleback.”

Wait. “Did you… Do you like me calling you Daddy?”

Brian blinked, looking away, and he cleared his throat. “I— Well—“

You took a moment to consider this, and then, taking it slow, so Brian had time to refuse if he wanted to, you kissed his neck just the way he liked, and he let out a breathy moan, one of his hands coming to twist itself into your hair.

You slipped your hands under his shirt, your nails scratching up his back, and your kisses moved down his neck. You bit at the hollow of his throat, making him moan, and you murmured against his skin, “You gonna fuck me good, Daddy?”

Brian let out a shaky breath. “Jesus Christ.”

You broke out into a smile of victory — it was always a bonus to discover a new kink, whether it was yours or Brian’s — and Brian roughly pulled you away to tilt your head up towards him, and he kissed you so passionately it made your head spin.

As if you weren’t wet enough, he let go of your hair to wrap his hand around your throat, and your stomach leapt with anticipation. He began applying pressure, and it felt so fucking good that you stopped kissing him, just feeling the way your body reacted, the way your veins fizzled with adrenaline as your fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, the way your airway opened to try to suck in as much air as it could, even though Brian wasn’t even restricting your airflow.

When he let go, the effect on you was instantaneous. Nothing turned you on more than Brian choking you, and it never failed to send you in a kind of frenzy. You grabbed onto Brian, kissing him, biting him, shoving your hands up the back of his shirt and clawing your nails down his back, just as he liked it, and he responded in kind, gripping your hair.

Brian broke the kiss, your foreheads pressing together, your eyes still closed.

“How long do we have the place to ourselves?” Brian asked.

“What’s the time?” you replied, blinking your eyes open.

Brian’s grip tightened on your hair — he was irritated that he had to let go of you, and you loved it — and he leant back, craning his neck to look at the clock on the wall. “Five to five.”

“It’s a Tuesday, so that means Lucy finishes later,” you said. “We have until about… ten past six.”

“Good.” Brian swooped in to kiss you again, but only for a moment; he got to his feet, wincing as his knees cracked, making you laugh, and he took your hands and helped you to yours. You made your way to your bedroom, having to pause your journey every so often when either you or Brian got too handsy and you couldn’t resist making out again, but eventually you made it, and Brian wasted no time in throwing your shirt off.

“I have to admit, I’m surprised,” you said as you easily slipped Brian’s shirt off him - you had to go on your toes to get it over his head - and dropped it to the floor.

“What?” Brian said, his hands going to your belt. The conversation was put on hold as he ducked his head to kiss you, and you moaned into his mouth. You both managed to undo each other’s belts blindly, but you had to separate again when Brian struggled with the button on your jeans.

“I didn’t know you that was a — thing, for you,” you continued, watching Brian’s fucking gorgeous fingers finally undo the button and yank down your fly. “Y’know. Being called Daddy.”

“I…” It was Brian’s turn to watch you work on his button and fly. “Um, neither did I.”

“I thought you—“ You finished your task and began shoving your jeans down your legs, and Brian did the same. “I mean, the other day, last week, whatever, when I called you Daddy, you looked, like, not at all happy. You made a face.”

“That was not an unhappy face,” Brian said. “That was a— a ‘wow, I did not expect to like that’ face.”

You laughed. “But we always make fun of people who say ‘Daddy’ unironically. Everyone jokes about it all the time. Especially Roger,” you added, “but you do too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Brian said. “But the way you say it, I just…” He abandoned the thought to finish taking off his jeans.

You bit your lip, watching him, waiting until he looked at you. When he did, you gave him a slow smile, basking in how transfixed he was by you, and you murmured, “Daddy.”

Brian shuddered. “Yeah,” he said weakly. “Yeah, like that.” He hesitated. “Do you— It isn’t too weird for you, is it? You don’t have to—“

“Dude,” you said, stepping over to him. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t okay with it. Honestly, at this point, it would have to be something mind-blowingly weird for me to not be okay with it.” You cupped the front of his underwear and gave him a squeeze, and he clenched his jaw, his eyes dark on your face. “Whatever turns you on, baby,” you said with a wink.

Brian gripped your hips, tugging you against him. “You turn me on,” he said. “Jesus, I— I’ve never met anyone who turns me on as much as you do.”

“Really?” you said, your fingers and toes tingling with excitement.

Brian nodded emphatically. “God, yes,” he said. “It never even occurred to me before you that I could just always be mildly turned on all the time just by being around another person. Especially not someone I’m, y’know, not romantically interested in. But the number of times I’ve thought about you when I’m—“ He cut himself off, glancing away, rubbing his jaw. “Um. Yeah. You… Yeah.”

Your heart was galloping, and your thoughts were occupied only by the desire to get Brian naked. “What do you think about?” you whispered.

You slipped your hand into Brian’s boxers, and curled your hand around him, jerking him off, not enough to frazzle his brain too much, but enough to get him interested.

He still wouldn’t look at you, closing his eyes, making a sound in the back of his throat.

“I bet it’s hot,” you said. “You think about fucking me hard? Making me scream like you always do? You’re so good at it. You always fuck me so good.”

Brian’s breathing grew uneven, and his hand went back to your hip. He was holding onto you like it was the only thing keeping his knees from buckling.

You kept your touch light, not changing the pace.

“Do you think about choking me?” you said. “Think about how hot it makes me? Think about how perfect your hand looks around my throat? Maybe how pretty I look when you tie me up and I’m all spread out for you. Maybe how fucked-out I look when you fuck my mouth. I know how much you love it. Do you think about that?”

“Fuck,” Brian groaned.

“Do you think about my nails down your back? How pretty and red your skin looks all scratched up? Maybe all the times I’ve sucked you off when our friends are in the room next to us, and you have to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.” You tightened your grip just slightly, and Brian hissed, trying to buck forward into your hand, but you slipped your hand from his boxers, leaving him bucking into thin air, and he moaned.

“Is that what you think about when you get yourself off?” you prompted.

Brian nodded wordlessly, and went to kiss you, but you moved out of his reach. “You gonna use your words?” you teased.

Brian moaned again. “God.” It almost came out in a whine of frustration, and you felt warmth run down your body all the way to your toes. “Yes,” Brian ground out, finally opening his eyes. He had such pretty eyes. Dark and bright. “Yes, fuck, I think about all of that. I think about you in every single— scenario you could imagine. Literally whatever you can think of, I’ve thought about it. Because you drive me mental. And none of it compares to the real thing, which I’m really fucking hoping we’ll get to within the hour, if you’ll stop fucking about.”

You grinned. “You’re so patient with me,” you said. “I’ve trained you well.”

“I’m getting increasingly less patient,” Brian muttered.

You took one of his hands, bringing it to your face, slowly. You let his fingers rest against your lips. “I’m sorry,” you said, though you weren’t sorry at all.

Brian’s eyes were focused on your mouth. Watching his face, loving how horny it made him, you opened your lips, sucking two of his fingers into your mouth.

He moaned, biting his bottom lip. “You look fucking incredible doing that,” he murmured as you swirled your tongue around each finger. His other hand moved to your back, his fingers ghosting up and down your lower spine.

You let his fingers slide out of your mouth to say, “I love doing it. I love your hands.” You ran your tongue up his fingers and drew them into your mouth again, feeling the texture of them.

Brian’s other hand came to rest on your collarbones, his thumb against your throat. A promise. You felt excitement fizzle through you. “Good girl,” he said softly.

You paused. You’d never heard that one before.

“Sorry,” Brian said immediately. “I don’t know why I said that. That was too much.”

You let the new words sink in. You liked it.

You pulled off his fingers again. “I don’t think it was, Daddy,” you said.

Brian’s mouth fell open. “Oh my God,” he breathed.

“Unless you think it was,” you added quickly.

Brian shook his head. “No,” he said. “It— it sort of… works, doesn’t it? With me calling you — when you’re calling me…”

“Call me that again,” you suggested. “We can always veto it at any point.”

“That’s true,” Brian said. “I’m— It feels a bit weird calling you that, like, right now, so I’m just going to— I’ll wait.”

You nodded. “Okay. But I liked it, I think.” Brian’s fingers still rested against your mouth, and it was nice, in a strange way, to have them there. “It was hot, y’know, in the moment.”

“Good,” Brian said. “Otherwise that could’ve been—“

“Awkward, yeah,” you said with a laugh. You kissed his fingertips. “So, you gonna choke me, or…?”

Brian snorted a laugh. “You’re not exactly delicate, are you?”

“Never have been,” you said happily. You took his wrists, guiding his hands away, and leant in to kiss him.

You ended up on the bed somehow, with Brian kissing you while he held your wrists down above your head. If you’d had more time, you would’ve used the scarves that you kept in your closet for just this purpose — you hated wearing them, so you were glad that they were useful for something — but time was ticking, and both of you were anxious to move things along.

Brian had to let go of your wrists to move further down your body, tearing off your bra and giving your boobs the love they deserved.

You made a soft sound of pleasure, scratching your nails up and down Brian’s back where you could reach, and along his shoulders, and Brian tensed at the sharp pain of it, but you knew it wasn’t too much. You’d only ever had to stop when you’d almost made him bleed, and even then it had been you who’d noticed it, not him.

Brian went to move further down your body, but you tugged him back up, shaking your head.

“No?” Brian said.

“Choke me,” you said.

Brian nodded eagerly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Choke me, Daddy,” you added with a laugh.

“That is funny,” Brian said, “but also, please say that in your sex voice.”

You quirked your eyebrows at him, and then grabbed his hand, pressing it against your throat. “Please choke me, Daddy.”

Brian sat up and leant over you, then applied pressure on your throat, and your eyes slid closed, your head tilting back. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, Daddy, just like that. Feels so good.”

“Fuck,” Brian muttered. His grip tightened, and you whined.

Your mind went quiet, focusing only on the feeling of Brian’s hand around your throat. You couldn’t have thought about anything else if you’d tried.

Brian released his grip, and you felt your heart jump.

Your eyes opened. Brian was watching you with an expression you knew well, his cock pressed against his stomach, leaking pre-come. He looked delicious.

His hand stayed where it was.

“More?” he said.

You nodded. “Please, Daddy.”

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” Brian said, and did as you asked.

He kept his grip tight on your throat for so long that your body’s instincts really kicked in, giving you a surge of adrenaline that, in any other situation, would have made you panic. But not right now. Right now, it did something very different.

“Good girl,” you heard Brian say, and you whimpered.

He let you go, and you gasped, almost trembling with need. “Fuck me,” you demanded. “Fuck me literally right now, dude, I’m not even joking.”

Brian chuckled. “Choking you always works. Every time.”

“Yeah, because it’s really hot,” you said bluntly. “I’m like a waterfall down there right now. Get your dick in me. God.”

Brian laughed, and you batted his hand away to sit up, grabbing onto him and kissing him. You fell back onto the bed, Brian coming with you.

He was laughing against your lips, but you didn’t care. You did care, however, when you felt his fingers nudging at your entrance, and you nodded. He pushed a finger into you, and you spread your legs, making a muffled sound of frustration.

Brian pulled back. “What?”

“Hurry up,” you said. “Get those fingers up in there.”

You didn’t exactly help speed things up; you kept distracting Brian, nipping at his lip and neck, raking your nails up his back, taking his cock in your hand and jerking him off.

By the time you assured him that you were ready, you were both sweaty, breathless messes, and Brian’s hands shook with adrenaline so badly that he dropped the condom as he was trying to open the packet.

You, again, weren’t helping.

“Come on,” you whined, kneeling behind him, pushing his hair aside to kiss his neck, your hand curling around his front and squeezing the base of his cock.

”I’m trying,” he said. “It’s a little difficult when you’re— Got it.” As he rolled the condom onto himself, you moved your lips to his ear, kissing the bone behind it.

“You gonna fuck me good, Daddy?” you murmured. “I’m so ready for you. So wet for you, Daddy. All for you.”

He shuddered, a full-body shiver that made you grin.

“Done,” he blurted, and turned around to shove you onto your back.

You laughed, bouncing as you hit the bed, and Brian pounced on you, kissing you deeply. He took a brief pause to lube himself up, and he pushed into you soon after; although the burn was familiar, you still took a few moments to adjust the further he sank into you.

You threw your legs around his hips, and he began thrusting into you, and you wondered how the hell you’d gone your whole life up until a few months ago without him fucking you.

Soon, he panted into your ear, “Can I choke you?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said, and he paused, getting to the right position, making sure he could keep balanced, and then he was fucking you again. One hand came to press on your throat, and your eyes slid closed.

You’d come just from this before — Brian fucking you nice and deep while he cut off the blood supply to your brain. It didn’t happen all that often, and neither of you ever expected it to happen, but once or twice it had.

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge now, very nearly almost there, but you knew you’d need more.

Brian let your throat go, and you made a sound that was halfway between a moan and a gasp, and then his fingers were at your clit, and he said, “Good girl, Jesus Christ,” and no one was more shocked than you when you came unexpectedly.

Brian’s hips shunted forward at the feeling of you pulsing around him, and he moaned, and you were panting like you’d run a marathon, jerking from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

There was a moment of confused silence. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not.

“Did you just come?” Brian said, his voice pitched high in surprise.

You nodded. “Yeah,” you said breathlessly, pressing your palm to your forehead, staring at the ceiling. “Oh, God.”

“I thought I was going to finish soon,” Brian said with a laugh.

“That was… wow,” you said. “Okay. All right. I didn’t even realise I was that close.”

Brian hummed, and leant down to kiss the hollow of your throat. “It was sort of hot,” he said. “If I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” you said.

“Mm.” Brian’s tongue brushed over where his lips had been, and your shoulders tensed, a light giggle slipping from you.

“Stop it, I’m ticklish there,” you said.

Brian kissed further up your neck. “Am I all right to keep going?” he said in between kisses. “You’re not too sensitive?”

“If you can make me come again before you’ve finished, I’ll buy you your groceries for the next two weeks,” you said.

Brian paused, then lifted his head. “My groceries, or my household’s groceries?”

You thought about it. “Just yours. I’m not made of money. And it would be a little suss if all of a sudden I was forking over, like, all of my savings to pay for a fortnight’s worth of food for four guys. You’d send me broke.”

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about it too much,” Brian said. “I was pretty close already.”

“Fine,” you said. “Two weeks’ worth of food. For the entire gang. If I come again before you do.”

Brian laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, all right. Already prepared to lose this one.” He kissed you, and you rolled your hips up to his, and he picked up where he left off.

You spent the next couple of minutes floating in that grey area of arousal, feeling turned on beyond belief, but knowing that you weren’t going to come. It didn’t matter, though, because you were more than happy where you were, and you also knew that you wouldn’t have to pay for a shit-ton of groceries.

Towards the end, though, you felt the beginnings of something within you, and, okay, maybe you did really want to come again.

You could tell Brian was close, and you urged him to go faster, harder. “You’re fucking me so good, Daddy, yes,” you panted.

Brian groaned. “I’m…”

You clenched around him, and his rhythm stuttered. “Come on, Bri,” you murmured. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Come on. Daddy. Daddy, please.”

Brian cried out as he came. You grinned, and let Brian take a moment before you rolled both of you over, so you were straddling him. His arms flopped out to the sides, and you laughed.

Your second orgasm was just out of reach, an itch you wanted to scratch, but it was easy enough to ignore, for now.

Brian ran his fingertips over your thighs, looking beautifully dishevelled. “How are you?” he said. “Do you need me to—“

“No,” you said. “No, I’m good.”

Brian squinted at you. “Are you lying?”

“No,” you said. “You don’t have to do anything. I’m fine.”

Brian sighed. “Right. All right.” He sat up and helped you dismount, then discarded his condom in the bin across the room. He climbed back on the bed and shoved your legs apart.

You gave him a quizzical look. “What are you doing?”

“Eating you out,” Brian said, like it was obvious.

“You don’t have to,” you said, unconvincingly.

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t,” Brian said.

“Well, do you want to?” you said.

“I always want to,” Brian said.

“You don’t even want to take a break first?”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” Brian said, getting comfortable and kissing the inside of your thigh. “I’m not done until you’re done.” He kissed your thigh again, much further up. “And are you done?”

You debated your response.

Brian’s kiss moved even further up. “You going to be a good girl for me?” he murmured, looking up at you with those dark eyes, and you felt your stomach jolt with arousal.

“Not done,” you blurted, shaking your head. “I’m not done.”

Brian huffed a laugh, and you let your head fall back.

This — Brian eating you out — was something, amongst other things, that the two of you had perfected down to a T. Usually it wasn’t something that happened straight after sex, but you’d done it before. And anyway, you were both very adaptable when it came to sex. Specifically, sex with each other.

Brian could just about slide three fingers into you without any further preamble, and his tongue really was something divine. You curled your hand into his hair, giving him murmurs of encouragement, you breath catching whenever he got just the right angle, just the right pressure.

It didn’t take long. You felt it building and building within you, and you breathed, “So close, yes, that’s it.” Brian knew exactly what to do, exactly how fast to go, and then your back was arching, and you came with a gasp and a cry.

Brian peppered kisses to your stomach, and you pushed at his shoulder. “I’m fucking ticklish, dude, stop it,” you said, squirming, and Brian crawled over you, landing heavily beside you on the bed.

“Done?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

You reached over and wiped off his face with your hand. “Yep,” you said. “Thanks, Daddy.”

You’d said it just to make him uncomfortable, and it worked a treat. Brian made a face. “Eugh. Not like that. Sounds weird if you say it like that.”

“Like what?” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Like I’m actually your dad and I’ve just, I don’t know, dropped you off at school.”

“What if I called you just ‘Dad’?”

“I would never speak to you again. And immediately get a restraining order.”

You laughed. “What about—“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Brian said. “Before I regret ever telling you anything in the first place.”

You shuffled onto your front, letting your arm fall across Brian’s waist. “Can we just skip the lecture tomorrow?” you grumbled. “Let’s just stay here and have sex.”

“That’s a very appealing suggestion,” Brian said, “but I don’t think our future selves would be all that pleased when we don’t know anything for the exam.”

“We never know anything for the exam,” you said. “Everyone always has to teach themselves everything anyway.”

“Well, be my guest, if you want to stay home,” Brian said. “But I’ll be going.”

“Maybe I’ll just sleep with someone who’s available, then,” you said.

“Feel free.”

“Maybe Rog.”

Brian made a face. “Gross.”

You grinned. “In your bed.”

“All right, no, I know for a fact that Rog would never have sex in my bed. That’s crossing a line.”

“Would you have sex in his bed?”

Brian thought it over. “Maybe. If it was you, then maybe.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh?”

“That wasn’t a challenge,” Brian said. “I don’t want to have sex in Roger’s bed. I’m just saying, if there were no other options—“

“We’re definitely going to have sex in Roger’s bed,” you said with a grin.

Brian groaned. “No.”

“Okay, I’ll just have sex with Roger, then.”

“No!” Brian groaned even more loudly. “Then he’ll never shut up about it.” He paused, and then said, “Actually, he makes a lot of Daddy jokes. I’m curious now - do you think you could do some recon and figure out if he’s into it, too? I bet he is, the hypocrite. If you could, it would bring me so much joy. I’d be eternally grateful.”

You laughed. “We’ll have to see about that one.” You sat up, and climbed off the bed. “I’m going to shower. You can join me if you like, but you don’t have to.”

“I’ll shower after,” Brian said. “We always end up wasting water when we shower together. Which completely defeats the purpose of showering together.”

You shrugged. “Up to you,” you said lightly, heading to the bedroom door.

You hadn’t even opened the door when Brian blurted, “Okay, fine, I’m coming.”

You shot him a smile over your shoulder. “I wasn’t even trying to change your mind.”

“I think you were,” Brian said, as the two of you headed to the bathroom.

“I don’t think I was.”

“Hm, I think you were.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re so annoying.”

Brian laughed. “Ah, how the tables have turned!”

“Shut up,” you said. You swatted his hip. “Get in the shower.”

After the shower, you both got dressed and went back to studying. The popcorn was cold, and your roommate Lucy complained about the mess on the kitchen floor when she got home.

Nothing had changed, and it was perfect.

#brian may x reader #queen fanfiction #smut #rpf #mine #try verse

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superherotiger · 4 years ago

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Happy FFWF! How many fic ideas do you have waiting to be written? Can you say anyone about one?

Happy FFWF!

Oh my gosh thank you so much for this ask, because I’m about to spill the tea (on my own fics lol)!

The one I’m most excited about is my contribution to the Friendly Neighbourhood Exchange, and because I can’t say anything about it in fear of spoiling it, I’ll just say that it’s big, it’s angsty, and I can’t freaking wait for everyone to see it!

I’ve got the sequel to A Soul’s Best Friend in the works called Guide My Soul Back To You, and it’s been really interesting (and difficult) exploring this early stage of Tony and Peter’s relationship with the added layer of the soul guide history behind them. It’s harder than I expected, but I’m really excited to keep working on it!

I’ve been working on a prequel to my arc reactor AU that explores Tony and Peter’s time in Afghanistan and how they escape. It’s going to be 3 chapters and I’ve almost finished the first one!

There’s a super angsty fic I started a while ago that deals with the dehumanised!Peter trope post-kidnapping, and though I haven’t worked on it in a while, I’d like to finish it off by the end of the year.

I’ve got a more light-hearted one shot wip about Tony and Peter ruffling each other’s hair at the end of every mission and making it a sort of competition/tradition

I’m still working on that extra angsty collab with my dear friend @midnightlunaandinnerfangirl

Those were all the fics that I’ve already started, but some ideas I’ve got in the back of my head that I would someday love to write are:

Irondad/Megamind AU

Irondad/Matilda one shot

Villain!Tony Irondad AU

Zootopia-styled collars for Mutants AU

And a plethora of one shots for my pre-existing series’!

Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you have a great day!

-Superherotiger

#FFWF #fanfic writer friday #tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #tiger talks

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baekkieberry · 5 years ago

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𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 1

Genre: demon!AU, Fluff. (angst + smut in future chapters), Supernatural

Characters: Baekhyun, EXO (mostly beagle line + Kyungsoo)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Baekhyun had been a demon and living in hell his whole life, hanging with his friends and having way to much fun, until one day he gets kicked out for going too far. He's forced to live in earth until he redeems himself, until he met you, and maybe he doesn’t want to go back anymore.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2411

A/N: hii im sorry this took so long :( I’ve been busy but already had more chapters done! I’ll update more often. Hope you like it! (and yes it’s still inspired by @youxidol ^^)

I’ll make a masterlist soon! And more storiesxdrabblesxoneshots from other members and baek! stream city lights, you, thats okay and what a life!

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masterlist: intro chap1

Chapter 1:

Baekhyun walked the whole way home feeling extremely bubbly and dangling his zootopia lunch box like a little kid. When he got home, Sabrina was outside already waiting for him “Hi sweetcheeks listen, somethings has been happening to me” she was looking at him while in the back, only for Baekhyun’s eyes you could see his best friend playing with her hair “Ican feel that someone is behind me and playing with my hair but I don’t see anyone” “Well Sabrina I couldn’t tell you cause NO ONE is behind you” he emphasized the no one so Chanyeol could lay her off “Oh well maybe is your beautiful face that’s always stuck in my head sweetcheeks” and just when things got weirder she leaned and kiss him in the cheek. She left to her apartment leaving a very traumatized Baekhyun and Chanyeol behind.

“Ok what the fuck” “Dude you barely talk to the girl you actually like and this old lady just kissed you. Maybe you should reconsider the whole sugar mommy thing” Baekhyun slapped his best friend and they both laughed. Once in Baekhyun’s apartment, Chanyeol finally asked his best friend how were things “You know Yeol I think she may be able to like me back, she laughed at everyone of my jokes and she loved the oreo mini cake that Soo made” “Yeah well Soo it’s not gonna like coming everyday and cook for you”

Chanyeol was right, his now soon to be personal chef was not gonna like doing this everyday, so Baekhyun decided to give it a try, but with his powers. After Chanyeol left, Baekhyun spent all night trying to recreate Soo’s recipe and when he finally achieved it, he made 500 of them to have for the rest of the week, you did ate like 15 of them.

In the morning Baekhyun was greeted with a Chanyeol, Sehun and Chen but all disguised as Sabrina “Oh my beautiful sweetcheeks come here so I can kiss you” Sehun started “Yes let’s make out and since you already seen my underwear it shouldn’t be a problem” Chen said laughing and making his disguise disappear. “Can’t believe you told them Yeol, I already thought I had enough with you” he said while going to his living room. “C’mon you didn’t expect me to keep it to myself, If you want I can tell your girlfriend too” “Don’t you dare”.

They spent the morning talking and watching tv until it was time for Baekhyun to get ready. He couldn’t keep smiling and dancing to every song that he heard. He even danced to Sabrina’s loud personification of Dancing Queen. When he finally got ready he went to the park and he was surprised that you were actually looking for him. “OMG I thought you weren’t coming to meet me, you know me the crazy oreo lady” “I kinda like getting my food stealed” you laughed and looked at his outfit and how it seemed to be tight but well fitted at the same time. You didn’t noticed that you were checking him out a little too obvious “Well do you want to eat the mini cakes or do you want to eat me?” Baekhyun said with a smirk “Oh I’m sorry I didnt I mean not that I don’t but I just… Ok give me the cake and ignore this” You said while blushing and sitting in the grass.

“Don’t worry, I know that if you had to choose, the cakes would totally beat my ass” You looked at him and laughed. “So tell me you mini cabaekkie, what do you like to do besides… baking” he actually laughed at the new nickname you gave him and you realized how much you liked his laugh “Cabaekkie I like that. Well if I may speak for cabaekkie he actually likes playing games and obviously doing Sabrina’s laundry, that is my favorite hobby of them all” “Well how could you not love it? Old lady underwear? Hell yeah” You two continued to joke about Sabrina and you actually learned a lot about him.

He was obsessed with PUBG, loved his friends but specially his best friend Chanyeol. He seemed like fun so you wanted to meet him but Baekhyun said he didn’t want that to happen because Chanyeol would expose him “Oh come on I want to hear your little things from when you were little” “That ain’t happening, he knows too much. He’s actually very lucky that he’s still alive”

This little meetups continued for another two weeks. You would meet him and he would give you his little cakes while you talked about everything that happened the last day or funny stories that you had. It was getting extremely comfortable. After a week Baekhyun finally asked for your number and it was possibly the best thing you guys had. You had this little game of trying to find ordinary people that looked like a celebrity. This originated from one time you saw a woman that looked like Elton John.

Baekhyun went to sleep with a smile in his face and started listening to love songs more often, maybe even singing them in the shower. “Yeez hyung you are acting like a child today” Kyungsoo said one day “He was always been a child” Junmyeon said from the kitchen. “Look you guys she is one of the best things that has come in my life and I want to invite her to dinner today so i need some help” “Help with what? Literally you’re a demon like..” Kyungsoo hummed “No hyung with what can I say” “Just be yourself she seems to like it… weirdly” Junmyeon said.

Baekhyun was extremely nervous when he picked his zootopia lunch box that day. You guys had been bonding a lot, calls and texts daily, going to the park at the same time everyday and he was ready to take it to the next level. “Hey so what if we went somewhere nice to eat? not just pastries like real dinner, I know some nice restaurants” he said while you ate “Are you asking me on a date?” “Thats exactly what I’m doing” he said while smirking at you, ‘always so cocky’ you thought “Why are you always so fearless?” You said jokingly at him “Is that a yes?” you wanted to play so you took your time and smiled “It would be my pleasure to go” and at that moment his eyes light up and if he wasn’t pretending to be human, he would have fireworks appear. “The i’ll pick you up at seven” he said standing up “Wait hold up, today?” you said confused “Yeah today, now gorgeous write your address in my phone so that I can pick you up and just worry about… nothing” he said smiling at you like a happy puppy “Oh okay” and like that he left. And that’s when you noticed, it was the first time he had called you beautiful.

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When you got home, you went directly to your roommate bedroom screaming “OMG IRENE YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVEEEEEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED” Irene’s face popped out of her door that was barely open “he did it didn’t he?” “YES HE DID FINALLY OMG QJXHQJHXNWHD” and with that you throw yourself into her bed and started screaming “OMG WHEN IS IT?” Irene joined you with happiness “Today but he didn’t say an hour so I need to get ready now” and just as he seemed to have heard you, your phone beeped, he was picking you at 7.

“Oh my god maybe he’s gonna murder you” Irene said behind your shoulder “Fuck off and help me” “Do you want help or do you want me to leave” “Can you do both?” you said laughing.

Your best friend and you spend the whole day trying to find an outfit that you liked and you went with a red dress that revealed enough skin but not too much, and by 8:15 you were all done.

Baekhyun on the other hand was going crazy to leave. And when he arrived he was nervous to ring the bell (yes he was going to ring the bell). He had bought flowers and he was afraid they were going to die, so he decided to put a spell on them so they would never die, plus it was a nice gesture. He ring the bell on your shared home and another girl answered the door “Hey wow” she said when he looked at him “Ah yeah hi are you Irene?” She looked extra confused “Yes?” “I'm here for your beautiful roommate is she here?” Irene giggled “You’re Baekhyun, come in I’ll let her now you’re here” and he entered their home. It was a small house but had it’s charm “Hey cabaekkie” you said casually “Wow you look perfect” He said looking at you up and down with love eyes and you immediately blushed “Oh my god get a room already” Irene was clearly making things uncomfortable so you guys decided to leave. Once outside you saw that he had a grey audi “Seriously what do you do for a living?” he smirked and opened the door for you “One day I’ll tell you, right now let’s get some dinner I’m starving” you entered his car and then he joined, “Where are you taking me Baekkie?” he took your hand and said “You’ll love it”. And he kept your hand in his, listening to music and singing everything “you have a lovely voice” you said smiling “That’s certainly not the only thing lovely about me” he said “I have a lot of secret charms” you looked at the window and said “Can’t wait to know all of them”.

The restaurant was very amazing. Candle lighted and had a beautiful lake at the back, it had simplicity but was fancy still “Wow baekkie seriously you can afford this?” “Omg stop and enjoy okay beautiful?” he said taking your hand and asking for a table “Do you want outside?” he asked “No I will be cold” he smiled and asked for a table near the windows.

The rest of the night was as romantic and fun as it could be. He was himself with you. “So I gotta ask you something” he said while you eat dessert, you nodded so he continued “Besides cake and oreo’s, do you like something else?” he was desperate to know how you felt about him. Because even though he was certain you liked him, he needed to hear those words.

“Okay so we’ve been talking for a while and you haven’t learned anything about me? You even invited me to a date and you don’t know anything about me? Seriously Baekhyun, the nerve yeez” you said shaking you head sarcastically. He laughed, of course you would answer like that. You didn’t want to say it yet. You liked drama, and drama means telling him you like him at the end of the date with a kiss on the lips and leave him lovestruck.

He watched you eat the cake with the biggest love eyes “What?” you asked “Yes beautiful?” he said taking a strand of you hair that was blocking his view. You locked eyes with him, he was certainly the most beautiful human being in the whole universe and he was looking at you like you were the only girl he will ever like “You know I like when you eat cake?” he said smiling “Why?” you blushed “Well you look so happy and I love to see you happy, plus your eyes shine a lot lately, wonder why?” he knew why they were shining. You looked down and whispered “If you already know why do you ask” he laughed. You continued talking about little stuff and sometimes you didn’t talk, but you were comfortable with the silence between you two.

When you both finished dinner he decided to take you to the little lake at the back. It was beautiful, the moon was shining on it and there were little christmas lights near the edge so that it wasn’t so dark. He turned to look at you “Will you, princess y/n walk with me?” and he proceeded to kneel and extend his hand towards you, you laughed cause it was so exaggerated “Of course young prince” you bowed and took his hand. You laughed but never let go of each others hand.

The moon was beautiful that night and Baekhyun never thanked more than now, that he was sent to earth, he met you. You two walked holding hands and then he stopped “Y/N you look beautiful and not just today, like you always look beautiful and it amazes me so much. I never thought that i would met someone like you. You are truly a unique piece of art” he started getting closer to you “I know you like me and you know I like you, I want to be part of your life for as long as you let me, and maybe I’m coming a little to strong so for now I will just kiss you, because you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to” his warm hands cupped your face and you felt shivers everywhere, suddenly everything outside wasn’t important anymore. All that mattered was in front of you. He leaned and finally, he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted like the strawberries he ate from the cake. you continued the kiss and his hands moved to your hips and at the same time you wrapped our hands around his neck, never separating from each other. He was intoxicating and was a very good kisser. You didn’t want to pull away and Baekhyun wouldn’t even dare to do it. You were everything he has been imagining, you were his new drug and he wasn’t going to stop kissing you.

When you separated he whined and you laughed “Okay you big baby, you basically kissed me without my consent” “Did I?” he said with a pervert face, you rolled your eyes and said “And yes I like you too” he smiled like a puppy and you smiled back “You remind me of a corgi” He didn’t let go of you hips but he laughed out loud “You remind me of my new girlfriend”

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noona-clock · 6 years ago

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Only A Little Drunk

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

By Admin B

Getting a call from Chanyeol was not unusual. I mean, he was your boyfriend, and he was the type to prefer talking over texting, so... he called you pretty frequently.

It’s not like you were surprised in any way, shape, or form when your phone lit up and you saw ‘Yeolie🦊🐰💖’ at the top of the screen.

But you knew it was Guy’s Night.

He’d been at someone’s place playing poker or video games or a puzzle or whatever game he and his friends had decided to play tonight. (If it was Junmyeon’s house, it was unquestionably a puzzle.)

And... he’d also definitely been drinking.

So it was with great anticipation that you picked up your phone, pressing the ‘accept’ button and pressing it to your ear.

“Hey you,” you answered.

“Baby girl,” Chanyeol greeted, his voice giving away he was smiling pretty goofily.

Even though him saying ‘baby girl’ was a clear sign he was intoxicated, your heart still fluttered at his words.

“Why are you calling me?” you asked with a soft chuckle. “It’s guy’s night. No girls allowed, remember?”

“Nobody ever said ‘no girls allowed’!” he defended immediately.

“Well, yeah, but the name ‘Guy’s Night’ kind of implies --”

“I just miss you.”

You let out another soft chuckle, reaching up to tuck some hair behind your ear. “You miss me? Yeolie, you saw me just a few hours ago. Before you left.”

“I know, but...” He let out a very deep sigh, and you could just imagine him rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “I picked up my phone and saw the picture of you as my wallpaper and I just...”

You waited for him to continue, but after a few moments, you heard sniffling instead of speaking.

“Wait... are you... Yeolie, are you okay?” you asked softly, concern rife in your voice.

He hummed in response, and you let out a little sigh, your brow furrowing.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he choked out. “And I love you so much.”

“Baby, I think you should come home,” you suggested. If he was getting this emotional, he was too drunk to be staying out any longer. “Do you want me to come and get you? Whose house did you go to tonight?”

Before he could answer, you heard a muffled voice in the background say, ‘Here, give it.’ And then you heard, “Yes, please come and get him. We’re at Johnny’s house, and things have gotten a little out of hand.”

One of Chanyeol’s good friends, Junmyeon, had taken the phone from him, and you knew if Junmyeon was saying things had gotten a little out of hand... it probably wasn’t that bad. He tended to err on the more cautious side of life, and it had become even worse since his wife had gotten pregnant.

“Okay, I’ll come and get him,” you said anyway. “You said Johnny’s house?”

“Yes, ma’am -- oh, god, he’s crying again. Chanyeol! Pull yourself together, man!”

“But you’ve seen her, right?! She’s beautiful,” Chanyeol urged.

“Yeah, well, I think my wife is beautiful, too, but you don’t see me crying about it!” Junmyeon countered.

Meanwhile, you had to hold back your laughter because good god these guys were ridiculous.

“All right, I’m on my way,” you said loudly, hoping Junmyeon heard you before you hung up.

You quickly grabbed your bag and keys, heading out to your car and starting over toward Johnny’s place. Even though you knew everything was fine, you still found yourself drumming your fingers a bit anxiously on the steering wheel. Even though Chanyeol was just a bit drunk, it was never pleasant to see him cry. Your nurturing, mother hen side always came out, and that tended to make Chanyeol even more of a crybaby. It was a vicious cycle.

When you pulled into Johnny’s driveway about ten minutes later, you saw Junmyeon already waiting outside, holding onto Chanyeol and trying to keep him steady. You left the car running, quickly jumping out of the driver’s seat and jogging over to help.

Chanyeol immediately broke free from Junmyeon’s grip and latched himself onto you, holding you tightly and burying his face in your hair. “I missed you,” he murmured pitifully.

You lifted a hand to Junmyeon, waving to both thank him and say goodbye before you began to slowly shuffle back to the car.

“I missed you, too, Yeolie,” you answered softly. “How much did you have to drink?”

“Not that much!” he insisted. He pulled away enough for you to duck behind him and push him toward your waiting car.

“All right, not that much, I believe you,” you mumbled.

You didn’t believe him.

To his credit, Chanyeol was at least not drunk enough to get into the car by himself, and when you got back into the driver’s seat, he was rubbing his face with his hands - something he did when he was trying to sober up. Not that he got drunk often, of course, but you’d been with him long enough to have picked up on all of his little habits.

Once you’d backed out of the driveway and were on the main road toward your shared apartment, Chanyeol reached over and took one of your hands off the steering wheel. He brought it to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles before pressing them to his cheek.

“You’re so clingy when you’re drunk,” you chuckled with a shake of your head.

Rather than responding verbally, Chanyeol turned your hand over and nuzzled into your palm, letting out a deep, contented sigh.

“We’ll be home soon, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

He nodded, and you felt the slight scratch of his five o’clock shadow against the tender skin on your palm.

The rest of the way back, Chanyeol kept your hand there, and just as you were pulling into your apartment complex, you felt his heavy exhale against your skin.

“Yeolie,” you said a bit harshly. He started awake, and you had to bite back a laugh. “Wake up, baby. We’re home.”

Chanyeol pressed a kiss in the middle of your palm before murmuring, “I like when you call me ‘baby.’”

“I know, you’ve told me,” you reminded him. Chanyeol wasn’t the type to be shy about much, especially not when it came to your relationship. Actually, he requested you call him ‘baby.’ That’s... pretty much the only reason you did.

After pulling into a parking space, you helped your sot of a boyfriend out of the car and up the stairs to your third-story apartment.

You managed to get his teeth brushed, and you helped him change into his pajamas before he flopped into bed. Before he could grab your wrist and pull you down with him, you got ready for bed yourself.

“Hurry up!” Chanyeol whined just after you spat our your toothpaste into the sink.

“Okay, okay!” you laughed, setting your toothbrush in the cup and turning off the bathroom light. “Geez, so impatient.”

As soon as you crawled into bed next to your boyfriend, he slid his arm over your waist, hooked a leg over yours, and pulled you as close to him as you could possibly get.

“I love you,” he sighed as you buried your face in his chest. “So much.”

“I love you, too,” you murmured in reply. “I wish you wouldn’t get so drunk that you start crying when you look at my picture, but... I still love you.”

“Listen,” he began, sounding very defensive. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

You simply nuzzled into his chest instead of answering him.

“I picked up my phone, I saw your picture, and I just... I couldn’t believe how lucky I am to have you. You’re gorgeous, yes, but you’re beautiful on the inside, too. Before I met you, I hoped I would find someone I loved and wanted to be with forever, but... I never imagined I would find someone quite like you.”

“Yeolie, go to sleep,” you whispered, your brow furrowed as a lump of emotion formed in your throat. “You’re drunk.”

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not -- I mean, I’m still a little drunk, but I know what I’m saying. I cried because you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You let out a soft sigh before pulling away so you could look in his eyes, bringing your hand up to rest gently on his flushed cheek.

“You would do just fine,” you assured him gently. “I promise. And I would do just fine without you.”

A slightly offended expression overtook his features, so you pressed on.

“I love you with every fiber of my being. I don’t want to live without you, and I hope I never have to. But who knows what’s going to happen? You are strong and independent, just like me, so if you do ever have to live without me, I know I won’t have to worry about you.”

“Why are you talking like this?” Chanyeol asked, tears pooling in his eyes.

And he said he was only a little drunk. ...Right.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, reaching up to wipe at his eyes. “Not the best time to bring up the fragility of our existence, huh?”

“No,” he sniffed, pulling you back into a hug.

You simply let him hold you now, sliding your arm around him and rubbing his back reassuringly. You placed languid kisses on his neck and shoulder every so often, whispering ‘I love you’ against his skin and feeling him shiver in response.

And then, not even ten minutes later, you felt when he fell asleep. His body became dead weight, and his heavy breaths ruffled your hair.

You moved to tuck the covers around him before settling into the pillow next to him, studying his angelic, peaceful face and smiling softly to yourself.

His smooth skin, his fluffy hair, his adorable ears, his plush lips... You trailed your finger over his features before leaning in and placing a whisper-soft kiss on his nose.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” you murmured, even though he was most likely already in Dreamland.

Despite the fact he had gotten drunk and cried over your picture tonight, despite the fact you’d had to pick him up and get him ready for bed, despite the fact someday one of you would have to live without the other... you were so grateful for Chanyeol. You were so grateful for the love he gave you and the love he inspired inside you. You were so grateful for his support, his encouragement, his smiles, his laughs, his jokes, his hugs, his attempts at cooking for you, his thoughtful little gifts, his random songs he made up while doing laundry, his unexpected but very strong love of Zootopia...

And, if you were being completely honest... you were grateful to have found someone who loved you so much it moved him to tears. Even if it was just a little embarrassing, and even if it was only because he was drunk.

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gluupor · 6 years ago

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A Zootopia AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: DMV

Andrew finished his third game of Spider Solitaire and sighed deeply. His supervisor would probably eventually notice that he was slacking off if he spent too much time between clients, so he reached out and hit the button to advance the number display. Slowly he whirled in his chair to see the new number, and then turned back to the room at large.

"Two four six," he said, despite the fact that a smiling woman was already waiting at his desk expectantly. "Two four six."

"That's me!" the woman said, pushing forward a torn piece of paper with 246 written on it. She was bubbly, Andrew absently noticed. Life hadn't worn her down yet. Well, she'd learn soon enough.

"What can I do for you, today?" Andrew said slowly, sounding dead inside.

"I need to renew my license sticker," she said perkily, rummaging around in her purse. "I have the completed paperwork, and my vehicle registration, and my licence," she continued, handing over the documents.

"Alright," said Andrew, and turned to his computer, clicking on the correct icon and waiting twenty seconds for it to load. He always worked as slowly as possible in order to minimize the number of people he had to speak with every day, and his ancient computer always gave him a hand by taking forever to load.

He started filling out the correct form. "Do you have proof of insurance?" he asked.

"What?"

"Proof of auto insurance. You need it to renew the sticker."

"Where does it say that?" the woman demanded.

Andrew pointed to the tiny print on the back of the form she'd filled out.

"I keep it in my car," she said, sounding a little panicked now. "It's just outside. I can go get it and be back here in two minutes."

"I'm afraid that if you leave the building you'll have to take another number to rejoin the queue," he said.

"No!" she gasped. "I’ve already been waiting for two hours. Just hold on, I'll be right back."

He shrugged. "Nothing I can do," he said. This would teach her to be happy at the DMV.

She pleaded her case for another minute or so, before huffing angrily and giving up in the face of Andrew's blank indifference. Andrew opened up a new game of Spider Solitaire as she stormed away.

He was only part way through his second game when someone approached his counter.

"You'll have to wait for your number to be called," he said without looking up.

"Andrew, hi," said a very familiar voice.

He'd met Neil Josten about six months ago when the con-man had been talking about fake license plates to his friend at a bar. Andrew had overheard him, corrected him, and answered his ensuing questions. He'd then given him some tips about how to make his license plate as authentic as possible in order to fool the cops. Neil had bought him drinks to thank him for his help which had somehow ended up with the two of them going out for dinner. They'd been doing something similar to dating ever since. Andrew was waiting for everything to go to hell because good things didn't happen to him, but Neil kept showing up and smiling at him like a goddamn beautiful asshole.

Neil was smiling now, incredibly smugly. He was standing on the other side of Andrew's desk next to a tall, dour looking man. A couple times, when they'd been out, Neil had used Andrew as a shill for a con; Andrew could tell that something similar was happening now.

"Neil," he said. "How are you?"

"Fine, thanks," said Neil. He elbowed the man next to him. "Flash your badge, Hot Stuff, before everyone lynches us for skipping the line."

The man pulled out a police officer's badge, brandishing it enough that the increasingly angry looking people in the waiting area could see it.

"Andrew, I'd like you to meet my friend…" Neil trailed off and turned to the man beside him. "Well, shucks, darlin', I forgot your name."

"No you didn't," grumbled the police officer. "And stop calling me darling." He turned to Andrew. "Officer Kevin Day," he introduced himself. "I was hoping you could-"

"Kevin here is a meter maid," interrupted Neil, "but he's pretending he's a real cop."

"I am a real cop," huffed Kevin. "I just don't have my computer access yet."

"How can I help you," said Andrew deliberately slowly. He'd cottoned on to the fact that Neil was trying to frustrate this man. Neil could be plenty frustrating on his own, but Andrew would play along.

"I was wondering if you-"

"Today," continued Andrew, and then paused.

Kevin took a deep breath. "I was wondering-"

"Kevin?" finished Andrew.

Kevin waited, seeing if Andrew would go on. When he didn't, he launched into his question. "I was wondering if you could run a plate for me? We're in a really big hurry."

"I can," confirmed Andrew and continued to watch Kevin.

After a couple beats, Kevin spoke again. "...Will you?"

"You will owe me."

"Of cou-"

"One."

Neil's smile was very self-satisfied as Kevin twitched and tried again, "Of course."

Andrew clicked on the program to search for license plate numbers on his computer and waited for it to open. "What is the plate."

"29TH-"

"Number?"

Kevin balled his fists in frustration and breathed out slowly. "29THD03," he said in a tight voice.

"2," repeated Andrew, typing the number with one finger. He looked up expectantly.

"9THD03."

"9," said Andrew. He waited a couple seconds, before typing the next digit. "T."

"HD03," said Kevin, sounding incredibly impatient.

"H."

"D03."

"D."

"03."

"Zero."

"Hey, Andrew," Neil broke in as Andrew moved his finger towards the '3' key. "Do you want to hear a joke?"

"No!" gasped Kevin.

Andrew looked at Neil. "You know I don't have a sense of humour," he said.

"Aw, come on," cajoled Neil. "It's a good one."

"No, stop it," said Kevin.

"I will listen to it," said Andrew after careful consideration, "if you want to tell it to me."

"What do you call a camel with three humps?" asked Neil, completely ignoring Kevin's increasingly frustrated interjections.

"Hmmm," said Andrew, pretending to think. "I don't know. What do you call a camel with three humps?"

Neil grinned. "Wait for it…" he said. "Pregnant!"

"Ha!" said Kevin with false cheer. "Hilarious! Can we get back to the plate?"

"That was a terrible joke," Andrew said.

"You couldn't tell a better one," argued Neil.

"Hey, Andrew," said Renee, the woman who manned the booth next to him. "I have a better joke, do you want to hear it?" She smiled at him, the twinkle in her eye indicating that she'd been eavesdropping.

"I do!" said Neil with enthusiasm.

"Argh!" groaned Kevin, pulling at his hair in distress and smacking his head on the counter.

Several months later, Kevin was sitting in his patrol car thinking about how he could convince Neil to join the police force with him. The con-man had ended up being instrumental in helping Kevin solve the string of abductions he'd been unofficially investigating, leading to Kevin's promotion. However, Neil had steadfastly refused to join the force, much to Kevin's annoyance. He would just have to convince him; it wouldn't do for a respected police officer like himself to have a criminal for a friend.

Kevin was thrown out of these thoughts by a Maserati blowing past him at twice the legal speed limit while weaving in and out of traffic. He flipped on his siren and lights and took off in pursuit.

Thankfully, the driver pulled over to the side of the road instead of leading Kevin on an unwanted chase.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" he asked as he strode up beside the car.

"Hey Hot Stuff," said a familiar voice.

Kevin leaned down to look in the car. Neil was leaning over the gear shift from the passenger side, grinning at him. "You remember my boyfriend, Andrew, right?"

Kevin's gaze slid to the driver, the blond man familiar from the most frustrating experience he'd ever had at the DMV (which was saying a lot. It was the DMV. He was pretty sure it was designed to be frustrating).

"So you don’t do everything slowly?” he said sarcastically.

Andrew looked at him coolly. "If I recall correctly," he said slowly, "you owe me one."

#AndreilWeek2018 #aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #my fic

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showcub · 7 years ago

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boyfriend!au wonho

so it’s that time of the year again

where you have to travel almost 12+ hours to go back to your parents’ house in your hometown

because it’s THE festive season lmao

your are always prepared, like you have your money (also emergency ones hidden in your bra in case your purse gets stolen), downloaded some movies, charge up your gadgets until 100%

so you board the train and you get the window seat which you lOVE and started getting youself comfortable

when suddenly a guy came and sat next to you

and you’re like………….

and he showed you his ticket and it was his designated seat

and you’re like ok but then your eyes locked with his

and you studied his face

what a perfectly sculptured face like god literally gave him a special treatment

or is he the god

then he flashes the sweetest smile ever and you’re just like blushing but inside hE IS SMILING AT ME

so you get back to doing your own stuff and you texted your friend “the guy seating next to me is smokin hot”

but your friend being your friend never text back and would take another four years to reply

so the train departed and you decided to watch a movie first

and 10 minutes into the movie you could feel him getting closer to you as your shoulders bumped with his

and you looked at him and he said “mind if i watch the movie with you?”

and you’re like okay but you are so embarrassed because you were watching zootopia like you’re 20+ and zootopia is…..

nevermind that so you took off one of your earbuds and gave it to him

so while watching the movie, your friend being your friend just had to text you at the wrong time ever

so a notification popped off

“send me a pic of THE hot guy seating next to you” and “let me evaluate” and “be discreet!!!!”

and she kept spamming you with notifications about the hot guy

and you are 100% sure, no doubt that the hot guy seating next to you could read it

and you are panicking while trying to close the notification

and like moments after he said “do you think i’m hot?” with a cheeky smile

well, you couldn’t handle the situation because you nEVER GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS KIND OF SITUATIOn

so you just shrugged and said ummm….yes…././//././././.

lord knows how you felt inside send help soon like sos like mayday like pls send help

you could feel yourself being slapped hard by your soul for embarrassing yourself and for being so cheap

but he laughed and his laugh was the most contagious laugh ever that you felt the need to laugh at yourself

then your mind started to think if he was laughing at you or he was laughing because it was unexpected or cute (cue any hyungwon’s meme here)

at that point your soul was ready to leave your body

but then he said in between his laughs “you too”

and you were caught off guard like he thinks i’m….hot???? like???? me??? hot???? really??????

then he stared at you like yea………….

and both of you broke into another laughter again

you could see the woman in front of you looking back at you and the hot guy through the cracks in between the seats with so much cringe

then he introduced himself as wonho and that he was also heading towards your destination

and you were like so overjoyed because you have somebody to keep you company for the next 12+ hours

you guys kept watching zootopia and some episodes of peppa pig

and he’s like peppa pig??? really????

and you’re like don’t judge me it’s for my niece

you fell asleep along the way and he leans close to you so your head fell voluntarily onto his shoulder

when the train finally arrived at the destination, you put your coat on and you’re really sad

because it was probably your last time meeting him

so you bid each other goodbyes and he said it was a fun 12+ hours train ride

and he said “you wanna take a selfie? don’t your friend need to evaluate my hotness?”

so you took selfies with him and that selfies were the only thing you’ve been staring on

you feel the need to print them out on a banner and hang it all over the house

because he so hot

a few days later you’re about to do your laundry so you cleaned out everything in the pocket of your clothes

guess what you found???????

a nicely-torn notebook paper with his number scribbled on it!!!!!!

you have wasted so many days so you immediately called him

he picked up the call and when he heard your voice over the phone, he’s like “i was so worried you might never find that paper”

then you guys talked for hours and he said he would like to meet you once again

so after you’re back home you met him at one coffee shop

he was wearing a suit and matched it with a necktie while reading a paper

then you started to wonder if he’s overdressed or you’re underdressed

then he reassures you that he’s currently on a break from work (read: lawyer)

“you still work at 7 PM?!?!?!??!”

but he didn’t wanna bail on you because he missed you

and you’re all blushed up because he’s so straightforward with his words

he already ordered you dark mocha and you’re like how did you know it’s my favourite???

while sipping on his coffee he’s like i just assume

yeah but he got that right

it was a short meeting like for only 45 mins

when you’re already outside the coffee shop ready to part ways, he held your hands

“i’ve been thinking of you since our first encounter and this wistful longing will worsen after you leave”

his eyes glistened with sincerity and you just “should i do it or not”

if he picks 1, you’re going to do it but if he picks 2, you’re not going to do it

“pick a number, 1 or 2″

wonho: 2

and you just ah, fuck it i’m just going to do it so you grab his collar and kissed him

and he was startled at first but he kissed you back

you could feel it when he smiled in between the kisses and he let out giggles after the quick kiss

he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered “i like you”

you just grinned and wrapped your arms around his torso and he’s like “won’t you say it back?”

so you’re like “i thought action speaks louder than words”

and he just giggled and you’re like ≧◡≦

anyway that night was spent away by keeping him company in his office while he worked over his unbelievably great amount of paperwork

and he’s just so beautiful while he focused on his work

dating wonho is a beautiful experience itself

like he’s definitely a sappy boyfriend also that type who gets touched at everything

whenever you’re with him he’ll play with your little fingers

and sometimes he’ll help you paint your nails and you did the same to his so you can have ‘matching nails’

he really likes to bring you to fancy restaurants

wonho: you’re my princess and deserve to be treated like one

sometimes when you get to work you’ll get random flower bouquets and with little notes saying “it’s our 136th days together”

whenever you have movie nights he pretends that it’s his turn to pick the movie when it’s actually yours

but you didn’t mind it anyway

and he always falls asleep before the movie ends and the next day he goes like “how come i can’t remember how the movie ends”

but you’re just like yOU FELL ASLEEP

and he giggles

he loves night walk with you and one time you were having the normal night walk with him but it suddenly rains and you didn’t bring any umbrella or raincoat along

so you guys were running to find a shelter with a roof

but then he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you in the rain

wonho: i wanted to do that ever since i watched the notebook

but the next day wonho caught a flu

so you take care of him by cooking him his favourite ramen and wraps him up in blanket

and you will plant a few kisses on his face and he’s like whining like nOOOOO you can’t be close to me you’ll get the flu too

but you’re like my kisses will cure you

and he really wants to cuddle with you in the bed with him but he just can’t-

when you and wonho argue, he’ll get really frustrated that he cries and you’re like no no don’t cry but your tears already rolling down the cheek

so you cry together and forget about what you guys argue about

he has a large world map hung in his room with bookmarks of places he wants to travel with you

and you guys have different piggy banks for different places

but the money would always disappear because wonho took them to buy you little gifts

sometimes he went out to lunch with his colleagues and he passed by an accessories shop and he stopped by to buy you hair clip because “it reminds me of you”

he definitely says “i love you” eighty times a day and gets whiny when you don’t say it back

wonho is definitely not the pda kind of guy because he likes to be private and intimate

if you’re stressed out from work he’ll definitely took a bath with you

he’ll massage your body and just cuddle with you to lift up the stress off your shoulder

and he’ll aways bring you to the gym to workout with him but you can NEVER follow his workout routine

so he’s like for every sit-up you do i’ll give you a kiss

so that motivates you like A LOT

but you can never go on after 30 sit-ups

so you just sit there on one of the workout benches and watch him running on the treadmill

like what a beautiful man, inside and out

don’t let him go

whenever the time of the year is coming up again, you two would take the train to return to your hometown to commemorate your ‘first encounter’

find more from this series: boyfriend!au shownu, boyfriend!au minhyuk, boyfriend!au kihyun, boyfriend!au hyungwon, boyfriend!au jooheon

boyfriend!au i.m coming up soon!

#monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x wonho #monsta x #boyfriend! monsta x #boyfriend!au #boyfriend!au wonho #boyfriend!au monsta x #monsta x reaction #monsta x imagine #monsta x scenario #monsta x au #monsta x fluff #wonho

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randomwoohoo · 6 years ago

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The last chapter before I move to study in UK~ Thank you for reading this series! Have a magical time! And for a heads up, this chapter is... weird...

Clawhauser: Previously on Zoomorphia, Judy and Nick made a huge discovery! Bolt the silver chrome wolf is in fact a robot!... Doing a recap sequence alone is kinda awkward-

Bolt: I’ll gladly lend you a paw~

Clawhauser: Jeepers! Who are you?

Bolt: It’s me, Bolt the silver wolf~

Clawhauser: But you’re white!... It came out wrong.

Bolt: Oh, this white fur? It’s a part of my disguise. Anyway, I tricked a Savage dealer to fall into my trap. I’m so close to capturing her but Hybrid butted in; thus, I ended up killing her instead. And since those two insisted on arresting me..., we got into a fight. Frankly, I wasn’t hurt when they teleport-attacked around but boy, it sure made me dizzy.

Clawhauser: Wow!

Bolt: Hey Cheeto Puff! It was very rude of you calling me like that. I find that racist!

Clawhauser: I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to call you wh-

Bolt: No! Not that! I meant when you refered to me as a ‘robot’.

Clawhauser: Eh? What you really are then?

Bolt: Well, technically, I am an android, I guess.

Clawhauser: Isn’t android a robot looking like a huma-

Bolt: Cut! Cut! We’re not supposed to say the species that never existed.

Clawhauser: Oops, my bad, err, chapter 14!

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In the morning at the Zootopia Police Department,

“So, Hopps takes sick leave today?” Chief Bogo the Cape Buffalo was talking in front of the briefing room, laying eyes on his fox officer, who was wearing light green Hawaiian shirt, dark indigo necktie with red-and-blue stripes and khaki pants instead of his police uniform.

“That’s correct~ In fact, she must be sleeping like a log on her bed as we’re speaking.” Nick Wilde the red fox replied his superior in a joking tone.

Clawhauser the cheetah and several other officers were standing around. He could not help but notice a slightly swollen stomach of his normally slender fox friend.

“What’s with the...?” He pointed at Nick’s belly, trying not to offend him since the chubby cheetah like himself might have no right to criticize someone else’s weight.

“This?” Nick pulled the front of his Hawaiian shirt forward a bit. “Honestly, I’m feeling a little under weather today, so I’d like to also take sick leave~” He relinquished his grip.

Clawhauser supposed that Nick misunderstood him referring to his casual shirt.

“More like taking leave to look after Hopps~” Officer Higgins the hippopotamus poked fun at Nick while others laughed. The smirking fox then gave him a shrug.

“Noted, but just so you know, we’re handling lots of work right now. Make sure you come back soon, okay?” Bogo accepted their requests.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir~” Nick gave a mock salute.

“The rest of you get in there already. Roll call gonna start soon.” Bogo pointed his thumb to the briefing room’s door.

Other officers entered the room as they were told, except for Clawhauser. He stared at Nick leaving the station, having an inkling of his action.

As soon as the fox stepped out the door, his smirk turning to a frown, he clutched his growling stomach and covered his drooling mouth.

Ever since the most recent battle with Bolt the silver wolf, Nick had been feeling starving.

His hunger was driving him insane although he had eaten everything in sight. He even cleared out the fridge in his apartment by himself on previous night, which should make him full, but still starvation was haunting him.

His stomach was rumbling as his mouth was watering.

The more he thought of his dear bunny friend, Judy, the hungrier he got. That scared him a lot.

Nick then decided to head out to downtown.

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“Open up wide” Mittens, sitting on a table inside a motorhome, asked Bolt.

“Aaa” The shirtless alaskan tundra wolf, seated on an oversized couch, opened his mouth wide.

“Pink tongue, salmon pink gums, you look pretty healthy, Not!” The thin black wildcat slapped him with a giant paper fan.

On the surface, inside his mouth looked pretty normal. However, what appearing to be his tongue, his teeth and his gums were in fact engineered devices to imitate real organs.

“Stop fooling around!” She poked Bolt’s chin with the fan to shut his mouth. “Open up! For real this time” She subsequently drew it back.

Bolt, pleased to tease Mittens, brushed the white fur on his chest, revealing a zipper in center of chest, and unfastened the zipper.

As he was pulling open the fake skin across his chest cavity, she checked his insides which were mechanisms and an running engine.

“Cooling fans seem working fine.” She said while looking at two spinning small fans in left and right side chest. She then focused at the engine in the middle by paying attention to its noise, multiple small cylinders running like a heart beating fast. “Engine runs properly. Nothing to worry about~”

When Bolt zipped up his chest, “On second thought, I’d better check the switch lever in your right arm.” Mittens jumped to the right of him.

“That’s enough.” Bored of body check-up, he hopped off the couch, leaving the wildcat sighing.

“I’ve been wondering. Whose guitar is that?” He headed for a guitar leaning against a built in chest of drawers.

“It belongs to professor.” Rhino the tan lemming in a T-shirt tucked into jeans said. He was lying lazily in a pillow on the other couch opposite to the one Mittens was standing on. This pillow clearly was way bigger than him.

“Has he ever played it?” Bolt questioned.

“No idea. It has always been placed there. It’s more like a furniture by now.” Rhino rolled over to lie on his belly.

“Where is he anyway?” Bolt picked the guitar up. Its size was slightly small for a 6-feet wolf but he could go with it.

“Going out to run errands as al-...” While Rhino was answering, he along with Mittens was astonished by Bolt, who had never laid his paws on any instruments before ever since both the lemming and the wildcat first met the wolf, tuning guitar strings skillfully.

“...-ways...” Rhino eventually finished his sentence before Bolt started play guitar.

Played melodies called lyrics to his friends’ minds.

When you wish upon a star

Makes no difference who you are

Anything your heart desires will come to you

“Guys, did you install music software or something into me?”

“No” Mittens and Rhino answered Bolt in unison.

Even Bolt seemed surprised by his skill. He recalled no playing-an-instrument stuff within his one-year memory, unable to remember anything prior. However, all the musical knowledge came into his head.

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Clawhauser, not having an afternoon shift on that day, strolled around downtown in a jungle green polo shirt and a pair of cello trousers. He intended to visit Judy after he found a right gift for her.

Afterwards, he stopped in front of an all-you-can-eat restaurant where he used to eat. Just thinking about seafood, fried chickens, roasted crickets and pizzas which they served made his mouth water.

“No! Benjamin Clawhauser! Focus on looking for a gift for Judy.” Suppressing his own increased appetite, Clawhauser walked away from the restaurant.

While passing the mouth of the close by alley, he heard a noise of someone throwing up inside the alley. He turned to see the red fox with the dark auburn tip of the tail wearing the familiar light green Hawaiian shirt.

“Nick!?” Clawhauser rushed to his friend who apparently threw up into a trash can.

Nick wiped his mouth with the back of the right paw before turning to meet Clawhauser’s eye. “Oh hi bud, sorry for unpleasant sight” He did not look so good.

“What happens? Food poisoning?” The cheetah fidgeted.

“Just overeating” The quite bloated fox stepped back from the trash can staggeringly.

Clawhauser moved hastily to hold Nick’s shoulder, scared of him tripping over. “Let me take you to your apartment.” The cheetah gave the fox assistance to stand steadily.

“My place is too far away.” Nick was suffering from nausea. His stomach was really uncomfortable.

“I gonna call Judy.” Clawhauser brought out his phone, intending to call her for help since she was Nick’s partner and they two were really close.

“Don’t!... Not her… Please” Nick clung to Clawhauser’s shirt.

The cheetah felt at a loss. “What should we do?”

“I got an idea.” Pulling his phone out, Nick made a phone call.

A little longer than a few minutes later,

After hearing knocks on the door, “Coming! Man, you should give me a heads up earlier than that. It’s not like I would prepare my room-” The small fennec fox with bold voice went to open his apartment door.

“-but I need to prepare my mind to handle a guest-... Who’s this guy?” He was surprised to see a plump spotted big cat helping the familiar red fox stay upright at his front door, “And have you gained some weight?” even more surprised to see his former partner-in-crime looking rounder than usual.

“Sorry to bother you, pal.” Nick came into the room while Clawhauser had to bow his head to avoid his head hitting the room’s ceiling.

The apartment where Finnick the fennec fox, Nick Wilde’s former partner-in-crime, lived was supposed to be for medium-to-large mammal customers.

However, the particular room which the large-eared sandy fennec fox stayed is in an attic and it has a low ceiling, too low for apartment’s regular customers.

“Benjamin Clawhauser, nice to meet you.” The cheetah bent down and offered his right paw to the way smaller mammal.

“Call me Finnick. Bet you are Wilde’s co-worker, huh?” He shook paws with Clawhauser, who then made an shocked expression, which “Why the… face?” confused the fennec fox.

“O-oh sorry. My bad.” Clawhauser apologized, “I didn’t expect you’d have such a… distinctive voice.” drawing his paw back.

“You're not the first person to tell me that.”

“Your place is...” Clawhauser could not help but think that the room was too cramped.

“Small?” Finnick placed his paw on the top of his head and then raised his paw up, implying that the room had plenty of space for a small guy such as him.

“I didn’t mean to offend you! I just thought this apartment is for large mammals since I found some wandering around on the first floor.”

“You’re not wrong. This place is actually for big guys but this room ceiling is too low, so I haggled my way to cheap rent.” Finnick said proudly.

Clawhauser only nodded with a puzzled face in response.

“But still, cuz the doorknob was a little too high, I moved it down.”

The cheetah recalled when he along with Nick arrived at the door, he noted that the doorknob was strangely low.

“At least you don’t have to worry about upstairs neighbors.” Clawhauser mentioned a positive aspect in a hesitating voice.

“Heck yeah~ Make yourself at home. That fox already did.” Finnick pointed at Nick heading to a fridge.

“Have something to eat?” Nick asked, opening the fridge.

“Chilled pizza. Want me to... heat it up?” Finnick goggled at the red fox’s sticking out belly.

“I don’t think he can eat anymore. He’s just-” Clawhauser was going to tell Finnick about what happened with Nick but he was then interrupted by the sound of ripping cardboard.

Evidently, Nick got his paws on the chilled silkworm pupa pizza, claws tearing the packaging box apart. “Don’t bother” He began to guzzle the cold yeasted flatbread with dry tasteless tomato sauce and cheese. In addition to that, its crust looked so tough it must to chew, yet Nick munched it vigorously.

The way he acted indeed scared his friends.

Despite feeling stuffed, Nick was… “I’m little hungry.”... suffering from a ravenous appetite.

Soon after he finished the pizza, he, wobbling drowsily, was slipping into a food coma.

Both Clawhauser and Finnick hurried to help Nick, checking on him.

“Go ahead and take him to my sofa.” Finnick said.

Since the roomer gave the permission, the cheetah took the bellied-out red fox to a sectional sofa, laying him on the long seating part. During the time, the fennec fox distanced himself from others before sending a text message.

Nick spent quite some time lying on the sofa with his arm across his forehead. No matter how uncomfortable he felt or how taut his stomach was, his hunger did not lessen in the slightest. On the contrary, it rose whenever he thought of Judy, her face, her voice, her soft fur, her warm personality, et cetera, including her scent.

He missed her fragrant lavender scent. The more he thought about it, the stronger it became as if it was really there.

He could smell her scent growing clearer.

His ears perked up when there were loud and continuous knocks on the room door. Finnick went to open the door quickly.

“Nick!!”

Nick heard a sharp bawl from a doe rabbit; hence, he raised his head, propping himself up on one elbow, to look past his bloated stomach. He saw his friend and partner, Judy Hopps the gray doe in her casual outfit holding a paper bag, at the doorway.

“Judy?” Stunned, he could not believe his eyes. She was really in his sight. Clawhauser was also surprised what brought her here. In truth, Finnick reached out to her secretly.

“Oh Nick, are you hurt?” Judy, looking so worried, approached Nick hastily.

Nick had not recovered from the abnormal hungriness. He did not know what he should do. He felt scared as she was just a few inches away.

Don’t come near me Judy. Please! Nick was screaming internally. If you get any closer, I’m gonna…

Suddenly, Nick stretched his arms out and caught Judy. Seeing that, Clawhauser, remembering that Nick told him not to call her, interpreted that Nick might lose control of himself and harm her; therefore, he was about to help Judy.

However, Finnick stopped him, wondering why the fennec fox was holding him back but that allowed the cheetah to look what was actually happening.

Nick pulled Judy close, hugging her firmly and fondly on the sofa. Next, he shoved his snout into the fur on her head between her ears.

“Are you feeling okay now?” Nick asked tenderly.

“M-mhm” Despite being puzzled, Judy accepted his hug, dropping the bag in her paw to the floor, and hugged him in return.

“What a relief” He breathed in the bunny’s lavender scent. After many hours of fear and anxiety, he finally calmed down, feeling peace of mind.

Judy stayed in Nick’s embrace for a while before breaking apart from the hug. “My parents sent me a pie made with blueberries from our farm.” She bent downwards from the sofa to pick a pie box in the paper bag up.

“It may be messed up a little bit. That’s the postal service for you~” She laughed off, shifting her eyes around.

“Want some?” Opening the box, she presented a blueberry pie to the fox in front of her. Its top crust had cracks here and there but overall, the pie still looked delicious.

“I’d love to, Carrots, but one more bite, I’ll probably burst.” Nick poked his own distended belly.

“I’ll make sure I will save you slices. Benjamin! Finnick! Have some!” Judy called others two.

Everybody gathered at the sofa. The bunny, the cheetah and the fennec fox were sharing some slices of the pie. When the fox saw that the blueberry pie stained on the cheek of his rabbit friend, he “On second thought, one bite won’t hurt.” spoke to her.

She giggled, “Glutton fox, I knew you can’t pass on blueberry.” about to feed him a small dessert bite with a fork.

All of a sudden, Judy was licked on her cheek by Nick. His wet tongue touched her stained cheek fur. The startled doe could feel tingling sensation from her face running through all over her body.

Startled as well, the tod budged away “I’m sorry! I have no idea what came over me.” and apologized.

Meanwhile, Clawhauser did not appear less astounded than the duo. On the other hand, Finnick just seemed amused.

“It’s...” The blushing bunny raised one paw to her face, “It’s not a problem.” not wiping her cheek, just touching the spot Nick licked.

Both stared each other as if they were frozen to the spot. As for Clawhauser, he merely sat still, gazing Nick and Judy back and forth.

Out of the blue, a phone dinging sound broke the silence, frightening the police officers in civilian clothing.

Finnick brought his smartphone out of the trouser side pocket to check a recent notification. “Savages are in the nearby area.”

Due to existence of Savages the monsters, an application was launched by a government agency to install for free. The app served a purpose of warning about the appearance of Savages in neighboring areas.

“Got it.” Judy jumped down the sofa and charged to the door.

“I don’t think I can go. My tummy’s heavy.” Nick said, staying on the sofa as before.

“Good luck, Judy!” Clawhauser wished her well.

She waved her paw goodbye while leaving the room.

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“Those are normal Savages, aren’t they?” Rhino quizzed.

In the motorhome, he and Mittens were viewing live CCTV camera footage which she hacked, while Bolt was observing the Savages from a rooftop of one building in Zootopia’s downtown.

A large long purplish-pink horned sturdy purple bovine monster, covering in exoskeleton with the same color as the horns, and a pair of winged small purple mice were running wild on the street as the fully geared SCU agents tried to taking control of the situation, escorting mammals in the area to a safe place.

These monsters were clearly far from looking normal but what Rhino meant by ‘normal’ was they likely were not among those peculiar monsters following commands or being for sale.

Bolt turned to look down on the ground. “There she comes~” He spotted Judy Hopps from the distance.

“Bolt, stand by.” Mittens communicated with him through their private wireless communication system.

After that, the wolf rolled up his right jacket sleeve and brush fur on underside of his forearm, going to transform in order to be ready to assist Hybrid. A few seconds later, he still remained in his alaskan tundra wolf disguise.

“What’s wrong?” Mittens asked, questioning why he had not transformed yet.

“My zipper got stuck.” Bolt struggled to pull his zipper as it was stuck like he said. Since the zipper would not open, he was unable to pull the lever switch to on. In the other word, he could not transform at that time.

“I don’t wanna say i told you so but i told you so.” Mittens caused Bolt to remember when he refused her to check his arm.

“Let Hybrid go it alone today.” Bolt decided to take a back seat, being only an observer.

At the same time, some of the SCU agents on the ground were dealing with the bull Savage. A burst of bullets peppered it but many bullets deflected off its exoskeleton.

“The cover of this one is too tough!” Wolford the timber wolf agent, ex-police officer, yelled while firing an automatic rifle at the monster.

Meanwhile, several agents, sticking together, swung their long-barrelled firearms like baseball bats to ward off the two swooping winged mice. They would not dare shoot bullets up, afraid of accidentally injuring mammals on the buildings.

“Keep them busy!” Maximus the white stallion gave a command to his subordinates as he and some other agents were occupied with a task of guarding citizens.

At that point in time, hiding behind a corner of a building, “Ready?” Judy talked to her phone, wearing her transformation belt, MidniDriver.

“Hang on” Nick on the other end of the phone line put his transformation device on. Its belt automatically wrapped around his expanded waistline so tight that he “Oof” felt a sharp pain in his stomach faintly. He then proceeded to the next step, pulling the silver syringe on the left of his device. “DRAW BLOOD”

When blood of the fox was teleported to Judy’s syringe, she pushed it “INJECT” before announcing “Transform”. Not hesitantly, she twisted back the handle sticking out on the right of her device. “IGNITE”

With Nick’s mind transferred into Judy’s body, the duo united as one armored rabbit with fox’s features, Hybrid Hustler form.

“Oh my tod! Feeling so much better!” Nick rejoiced when he no longer felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

“Let’s roll.” Judy, together with Nick as the flamingo red hero, rushed to the scene.

The left paw pressing the syringe “ACTIVATE”, Hybrid sprinted with a great speed towards agents who were having a rodent problem. The armored mammal jumped up and clawed the flying Savages in the air.

One dodged Hybrid’s sharp claw in time, whereas the other one’s tail was cut off. Purple steam gushed out from its wound before the wound was closed by its rapid healing.

Right afterwards, the armored mammal landed on the ground amid the astonished agents.

Bull Savage’s instinct alerted it of Hybrid the armored mammal, then screamed at it to attack the recently arrived threat. The Bull Savage, ignoring SCU agents who were shooting at it, sped towards the doe rabbit with fluffy fox tail.

“Hybrid!?” Maximus seemed surprised although he was supposed to expect the armored mammal to show up in the fight.

The mammals, standing around Hybrid, saw the intimidating bovine monster coming their way, thereby scattering.

Hybrid side rolled to avoid being butted. When the bull Savage almost ran past the small bunny figure, the armored mammal “ACTIVATE” activated an enhanced strength, twisted the body while jumping to create spinning motion and then kicked the monster in its flank.

The kick sent the bovine monster reeling sideways. However, its exoskeleton remained intact.

“That bull’s sure tougher than I thought.” Nick commented when he caught sight of neither crack nor scratch on external skeleton of the Savage.

“We gotta try again.” Judy dashed to get the bull monster from its behind.

“Carrots, it’s not a good idea to-” Nick was about to stop her along with Hybrid ’s body from advancing towards the sturdy Savage’s rear but it was too late.

Hybrid under Judy’s control had already leapt to it. At once, the bovine monster bucked aggressively. Its back hoof hit Hybrid in midair, sending the united duo flying backward.

“-approach a bull from behind...” Nick said as Hybrid fell on the ground.

Like always, it did not hurt, still it was a bummer that a simple fight strategy backfired in public.

“Noted” Judy responded unimpressedly.

Shortly afterwards, the flying mouse Savage s dived towards Hybrid. Promptly, a few agents hastily opened fire on the rodent monsters. The purple mouse which still had its tail was shot down on the spot, while the tailless one merely got grazed by the bullets.

The surviving winged mouse, flapping its wings furiously, attacked the armored mammal lying on the back. Accordingly, Hybrid blocked its biting and scratching with both arms.

And suddenly, the bull Savage bellowed, its purple skin turning purplish pink, its exoskeleton bursting apart because of the expanded muscles. It subsequently leapt, plunged and spun around madly.

“This is bad! Bolt! Do something!” Rhino, watching the hacked cctv, shouted into a mic.

“Quick! Switch to another form!” Mittens ordered loudly.

“I can’t! I told you my zipper is stuck!” He tried hard to unzip his right arm, yet failed to do so.

The going berserk purplish-pink Savage abruptly hurtled to a nanny goat and her kid whom a wild boar SCU agent was escorting to somewhere safe.

Seeing that, the united duo concentrated, looking for an opportunity to finish the mouse right in Hybrid’s face, and then seized the winged rodent monster, crushing it in the paws.

Throwing aside the vaporizing lifeless body of the purple mouse with a pair of wings, Hybrid stood up hurriedly. Nick and Judy, sharing the vision, got a glimpse of the boar hugging the goat mom and her kid in order to use himself as a meat-shield protecting them from the raging bull.

Consequently, Hybrid hit the syringe “ACTIVATE”, rashly teleporting to block the way of the Savage that was lowering its head, preparing to ram any mammals in its way. The armored mammal emerged out of thin air to confront the bovine monster face to face.

..-. . .- ... - / --- -. / ..-. . .- .-.

At Finnick’s apartment, he and Clawhauser were getting to know each other more.

The cheetah was amazed by the fennec fox’s real age and the fact that he had known the truth about Hybrid for quite a period of time longer than the cheetah had. For the small canine, he found that the big cat was such good company, especially when it comes to gossiping about the bunny fox duo.

Out of the blue, Nick’s unconscious body, supposed to stay still on the sofa, started to writhe. Clawhauser and Finnick dropped their conversation and hurried to check their friend.

“Wh-What’s happening here!?” Clawhauser panicked.

“Never seen him acting like this before.” Finnick only remembered that whenever the two unite as Hybrid, Nick’s mindless body would appear in a deep sleep.

“Is Nick gonna be alright!?”

“Dude! I’m as clueless as you are!”

..-. . .- .-. / ... - .-. .. -.- .

The boar agent shut his eyes tight, preparing himself to get severely hurt, opened his eyes when the expected pain did not arrive. He saw the raging bull monster was stopped by Hybrid who turned back on him together with the nanny goat and her kid.

Directly after activating the instant transmission ability, physical power of Hybrid Hustler form considerably drops momentarily. To put it simply, in a brief moment, Hybrid becomes much more vulnerable than usual.

At that moment, Hybrid was gored by the bull Savage, the tip of one horn stabbing the armored mammal’s stomach.

The bovine monster, head being forced to be low to the ground, could neither pull its horns back nor move forth because Hybrid was grabbing the stabbing horn and a head of the monster firmly, Hybrid’s foot claws digging deep in the ground.

SCU agents in the area including Maximus became completely speechless.

Hybrid then slowly raised one leg. The leg was stretched up straight, tip of the foot pointing at the sky. The duo as one twisted the handle back “CRITICAL BREAK” before Hybrid brought the leg downward forcefully.

The flamingo red heel struck the purplish pink head of the bull monster. Tip of its horn got pulled out of the armored mammal stomach in the process.

The earth shook when the axe kicking foot hit the Savage so hard that its head sank into the ground.

Shocked, the SCU agents gazed at Hybrid whose paw was covering a fresh stomach wound that was releasing purple steam. They did not know what to do in that situation. Some of them even thought that this was a great chance to catch the armored combination of rabbit and fox. On the other hand, it would be too cruel to do such a thing.

“Come on, guys! Hurry!” Maximus took a step, heading towards Hybrid.

“Is it right to arrest them now…?” Wolford questioned, believing his boss must be thinking about capturing the armored hero.

“Do I look like a idiot to you!? First and foremost, we have to save wounded mammals no matter who they are.” He continued getting closer to Hybrid, “Call an ambulance.” commanding his subordinates.

“Hybrid, please come with us. You need serious medical treatment.” He spoke to the armored mammal.

“Sorry” The voice that came out was female, not a playful male voice SCU agents normally heard, which confused Maximus greatly.

“Gotta dash” Nick quickly took charge of the body, then “ACTIVATE” escaped the scene by instant transmission.

The united duo popped up behind the corner of one building, peeking at Maximus ordering the agents to confirm the civilians’ safety in the area and search for Hybrid. The armored walk a few step unsteadily prior to falling to knees, covering the hole in stomach with both paws.

Judy was fully aware that if she and Nick stayed together as Hybrid any longer in this stage, Nick’s real body would be affected as well and receive a vital injury. She therefore moved Hybrid’s left paw to the silver syringe with intention to detransform.

“Stop thinking it, Judy.” Nick swiftly moved Hybrid’s right paw to hold the left paw back.

“If we detransform now, you will definitely suffer too much damage to endure!” He said, worried about his dear bunny partner.

“You’re right, Nick...”

The left arm which Judy was controlling became less tense.

“Let’s figure a solution together, partner.” She sounded genuine.

Nick, glad that she understood him, loosened the hold on the left arm.

Seizing the moment, Judy pulled the silver syringe.

The very next thing Nick perceived was that he, waking up, returned to his body.

“Nick!” Both Clawhauser and Finnick grew relieved after watching their fox friend writhing for a short period of time.

However, their relief switched back to worry again when they saw that Nick’s expression was full of fear and anxiety.

“Judy! Judy!” The unnerving fox got up in a hurry. The one and only thought in his mind was to save his friend, his partner, his bunny.

But he forgot the important thing...

After detransformation, Nick normally experienced fatigue and this time was no exception. He collapsed on Finnick’s apartment floor, “Judy… Judy...” roughly crawling on the floor as he was calling to her.

Meanwhile, Judy the doe rabbit, kneeling on the ground, successfully detransformed. She clutched her stomach, her face expressing extreme exhaustion mixed with agony.

“It’s called a hustle, sweetheart.” Judy said weakly before she flopped down while drifting out of consciousness.

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#zootopia #zoomorphia #zootopia fanfiction #zootopia tokusatsu au

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eastofthemoon · 7 years ago

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Get to Know the Author

Tagged by @bosstoaster So here goes!

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

Well, to put it simply, I like picking name with celestial themes (it’s an aesthetic for me) and one of my favorite fairy tales is “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” so I combined them and got “Eastofthemoon.”

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos).

According to AO3 stats, Offerings to Spring (a Rise of the Guardian fic) has gotten the most hits, and after that Mini Lions from (Voltron) and then Awkward Questions (a Zootopia one shot).

With that said, I know the fics that heard the most feed back from recently was The Empress’s Tears, the What if the Storm Ends? series, and also the Not Another Trip To the Space Mall.

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

It’s Zelgadis from the anime Slayers reading a book. LOL Slayers was the first fandom I really got into writing fanfics for, and Zelgadis was my favorite character from it. It just feels fitting to still have him as my icon there for it.

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

I do and I appetite all of them! You know who you guys are.

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

Depends on the mood I’m in. I do know that I have gone back to re-read @isabeau25 platonic coffee shop AU and her Babes in Space. They’re just what I need when I need a fluffy read. WIth that said there are a bunch of other fics I re-read that would take too long to list here.

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

Subscribed...um about five that I know still update and lost count for bookmarks.

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

HAHAHAHA that’s like asking me to pick between my children. I have a few AUs I write. Currently, I’m really enjoying the Spirit Cats AU which is basically my kid AU, my BoM Keith met the Paladins in the space mall and a few others.

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

1483 for subscribed, and 3175 for bookmarked.....I have written for a lot of different fandoms

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Um....there have been some ideas I have gotten, but never wrote mainly because the idea is usually a bit more revolved around an original character (and original character is often a kid of a canon character) like say in the future Shiro having a daughter...but I doubt I’ll write it since people tend to read fics for the canon characters and not original ones.

If I ever wrote it I would definitely try to balance it so there was equal screen time for the canon and original characters.

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I wouldn’t mind trying to write something darker someday...but knowing me I imagine it would be rather tame compared to other people.

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

*shrugs* I multi-ship a lot, so I tend to write whatever I’m more in the mood for and sometimes I’ll just write gen because fandoms REALLY need to have more gen stories.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

In total, 145 fics (a lot of those being one shots). As for how many unfinished....about 3? I try to have a story full written before I post it on AO3

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

.............Too many to list.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

I tend to write them down so I don’t forget, but I do often sometimes just leave an idea in my head for a few days. I find it’s easier to write it down once I’m able to think of more ideas for it.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

Yes, I have! I have done it with @cutekittenlady, @isabeau25 and with @ladydouji

16. How did you discover AO3?

From other authors/friends that began posting there.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

Not sure at what point you can call yourself popular. I don’t tend to keep track on that kind of thing.

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Naw, not really.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

Actually, yes. Long ago, and far away, 19 year old me was into this cartoon called The Magician (I doubt many people remember it, had a character Ace Cooper in it) and about 2 years later, I discovered these authors who co-wrote this whole massive fanfic series for it.

I had read fanfics before this, but this fanfic author was the first to make me realize that fanfics could feel like the published books I had on my bookshelf. Her stories had so much emotion, and details that I can only hope to capture in my stories.

Throw in loving the works of Patricia C. Wrede, Megan Whalen Turner and Terry Pratchett and I just got a big urge to write right there.

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Read a lot, and write a lot. I know that’s the common advice a lot of writers give but there’s a reason for that. When I got into the ROTG fandom, I started a habit of trying to write a bit of something everyday (even if it was just a sentence) and I can honestly tell you it does pay off in the long run.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

I plot out my stories mostly. I tend to prefer to know where I’m going/how it’s going to end before I start seriously writing it. I may write a random scene in my head that I want to put into something else later, but I prefer to plan it out first.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Yes, and I just tend to ignore. I got enough stuff in my life without worrying about that.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Action scenes! Giving two character chatting over coffee and boom I can write a scene for you easily, but action scenes are something I don’t look forward to writing. I’m trying to get better at it since they do rather come with wanting to write fantasy/sc-fi stories, but it’s not my first pick to do.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

Part 2 of Spirit Cats (I want to have the whole thing written before I start posting that), next part of the BoM Keith meets paladins in the space mall AU, and slowly poking at a feral child Shiro AU I can tackled with the other day. Granted,I also like to write a followup to Death Wish, and there’s a Coran lost his memory fic I want to tackle more at some point to.

.....I got a lot of wip is my point I guess.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

Yeah....probably do it more often than I should.

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

One sentence in something a day, just to try to keep my skills sharp.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Yup! I’m definitely better at writing then when I started over a decade ago.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Um...currently, I’m rather fond of how The Empress’s Tears turned out because that was a darker fic that I tend to write, but also thrilled at Spirit Cats (that series is a lot of fun/fluff), but I also like the BoM Space Mall Keith AU....it’s hard for me to choose.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

My very first fanfic....that was a crossover that makes me cringe now since I was only 18 when I wrote it, and I’ve gotten so much better since those days.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully stronger at action scenes, and maybe having a self published original novel to show people (I am slowly working on that) and also still enjoying writing fun stories.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

Getting the ideas!

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Sticking to said idea and finishing it.

33. Why do you write?

I got a big imagination and it’s a way for me to tap into it. It’s also fun to just share with people and hear their reactions, and I just enjoy it.

Tagging: @maychorian @isabeau25 @ladydouji @cutekittenlady and anyone else who follows me and wants to try this. Feel free to say I tagged you if you want. ^_^

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cab-the-maned-wolf · 7 years ago

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Hey! So I have decided to make a tumblr in order to post my stories, which can also be found on Fanfiction.net x and AO3 x.

My first and main story is called Hidden and is currently 16 chapters and about 80k words long and still in progress. I do update at least once a week, usually on the weekends.

If you’re interested you can read the summary and the first chapter after the break! Enjoy!

Summary:

Zootopia AU. As peachy as life seems, there are things we rather like to keep hidden. As Skye is abducted by foreign forces, Jack does everything he can to save her. Nick unveils a dark secret and Judy is dragged along. Can Nick and his friends overcome a dark menacing force, while remaining sane? Rated T for violence & language. Eventual WildeHopps

Chapter 1: Hidden “Samaritan, Samaritan, help me please Samaritan, Samaritan, be good to me.” -Noname, Samaritan

A swift hand move and the door was locked, securing all of his tailored suits and expensive fabric. Taking a few steps down onto the street, he looked back up at his precious little store.

“Wilde & Sons” was put in a relatively big banner above the glass doors on the corner of Downtown Zootopia. The worn down wood and the stained glass gave the store a rough yet charming look. Dark red bricks and smoky oak wood being tarnished by graffiti and other obscenities, the sidewalks pestered by weeds and dirt, and the air filled with scents from the nearby dumpsters and smoking neighbors above the store.

Admittedly, it wasn’t the best part of Downtown, but you wouldn’t see Nick complaining.

He loved his store, his work, heck, he even loved this part of town.

While it remained crime-ridden and a rough place to live, like his store it possessed a rough-ish charm. No one could deny the hospitality of the mammals living here towards one another. If you treated someone with respect and love, you can expect the same. Eye for an eye and so on. That is why Nick is so content with his place living on the outskirts of Downtown. He grew up in this place and so did his parents, who left him this very same store, among other things, after their deaths. It wasn’t by any standards much, but it was all the same enough.

He didn’t really know his parents, he had lost them quite early and from the age of twelve he was pretty much on his own. Handling the business, attending school, and making ends meet. It wasn’t an easy life for a child, but what choice did he have.

But content or not, Nick couldn’t leave his beloved store unattended, so after spending a day working, he locked his store up and proceeded to go home and get his well earned rest.

It felt good to make his own money, he thought while strolling through the neighborhood. His apartment wasn’t too far away, just a couple blocks. But it gave him time to think and stretch his legs after sitting all day sewing clothes. Sure, Nick could have made way more money by turning to the shadier parts of the town, dealing with knick-knacks, some more or less legal, and he could have had way more action than to just sit all day and cutting around fabric, but he very much liked his freedom. Police activity was all over the place, making it especially in this part of town very difficult to execute any illegal dealings, not that he would try it. His business was going pretty well, he had his frequent customers and had a steady income, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wasn’t rich by any standards, but he survived and that was enough.

While his legs took him home by autopilot, Nick didn’t pay attention to where he was walking, and neither did his counterpart, who was walking in the opposite direction, bumping into his shoulder and stopping him dead in his tracks.

“What the..” Nick was prepared to tell that jerk off to watch where he was going, until he looked into vivid sapphire eyes. After regaining his composure, he relaxed at the familiar sight and greeted the arctic vixen.

“Skye, what are you doing here?”

“Oh Nick! I’m so sorry, I was walking home from the soup kitchen and didn’t see you there. I was thinking, y'know, and.. you know me, my head is always all over the place and..” she started rambling and stuttering, apologizing profusely. Her blue eyes were slightly widened and her ears flat on her head, tail bristled and hands placating in front of her.

Nick could only smirk. He has known Skye for quite a while now, befriending her in high school, and knew how easily startled she was. While having a pure heart, she had nerves of threads.

As fellow foxes, they got along fairly quickly. Both of them had to come very early to realize that their species wasn’t seen as the most prestigious in Zootopia. Through bullying and fights, they learned quickly, that as foxes, you had two choices. Give into society’s expectations and become brute criminals or conniving scoundrels, or set your own expectations and defy stereotypes. Both of them chose the latter.

While Nick opened his own business, Skye owned a diner and volunteered all over the city to help where her help was accepted, may it be soup kitchens or baby sitting. It seemed like both of them were alone against the world, and so they quickly grew fond of each other. Nick appreciated Skye’s friendship very much, and would go as far as to say, that she was his sister, while Nick’s support and encouragement were invaluable for Skye’s development, and it turned her into the beautiful and kind vixen she was today.

Skye had always been a kind soul, defying all the evil that has been thrown in her way and emitting a bright era about her, that just brought her friends to smile, just like Nick now did.

“Don’t lose your head, Skye. It’s alright.” He places a paw on the shoulder to calm her nerves. She quickly relaxed on his contact and smiles thankfully.

“Well, it seems you’re also heading home. Had a good day?” she asked curiously, while clutching her purse close to her body. This neighborhood was prone to pick pocketing and she wasn’t taking any chances, charm or not.

“I guess. You know how it is. I would go as far and say it was pretty.. suitable” he answered and put on his best smirk.

Skye just groaned exasperated from his terrible pun, but her smile showed that she enjoyed his humor nonetheless and appreciated how Nick tried to diffuse her nervousness with some levity.

“Anyways, how’s Stripes? I haven’t seen any of you guys for quite a while. Speaking of, you should come by some time, we could have dinner, catching up on news and stuff” Nick asked after a short while. It was true, he hadn’t seen his friends for a couple weeks by now and was eager to know what they were up to.

“He’s doing great, I guess being an accountant really suits him well. No pun intended” she added quickly after seeing Nick opening his mouth to retort with another pun.

“It would be nice to meet up some time, I’m sure Jack would love it.”

“Great” he exclaimed and put his paws into his pocket. “I guess I’ll see you guys then. Tomorrow around 7 sound good?”

“7 sounds awesome” she smiled back.

After giving a lazy mock salute, Nick sidestepped around Skye and continued his walk home, while Skye stayed behind and watched him go. She looked forward to a neat little dinner with his old friend, finding out about what he was up to. She knew how uptight Nick could be about his private life and how he avoided talking about it. With her and Jack though, he could let loose and truly be himself, which he really only did with them. With all of Nick’s acquaintances he held a friendly, sometimes sarcastic and annoying, yet professional relationship, not wanting to intrude into their private lives and vice versa. But with Skye and Jack, Nick truly could be ‘Nick’, the sensitive and thoughtful fox he was.

While Skye was reminiscing about old times, she almost didn’t hear the faint clutter of something inside the alley beside her. From where she stood, she couldn’t see about a yard into the dark alley, merely illuminated by a flickering lantern on the brickwall. Squinting her eyes, she could barely make out the faint outlines of some dumpsters and random crates and boxes, but there was something else. Something black. And it was moving.

Suddenly the air became colder, the wind took up a pace and ran a shiver down her spine. She didn’t notice it before, but it was eerily quiet. All sounds, from cars in the distance or the muffled banter of the neighbors from the open windows were gone. All she could hear, was the flickering light, and the soft grunting of whatever was behind that dumpster.

Maybe they are injured, she thought, and assumed it was a homeless mammal, sitting out in the cold behind a dirty dumpster, reeking of weeks old junk and food.

The samaritan inside of Skye eventually took over and she slowly stepped into the dark alley, determined to help the poor mammal.

“Hello?” she called out softly, not wanting to scare them away. “Are you alright? Do you need help?”

The grunting continued and the mammal behind the dumpster started to shift around, yet they didn’t answer. From the flickering light and the dim moon she could make out the shape of a canine, maybe a wolf if the size was anything to go by. But what really made Skye stop dead in her tracks, was the lack of any features.

She didn’t see any fur, or skin for that matter. All she saw was black. Despite the faint light, there was only black.

A small voice inside screamed at her to retreat and make a run for it, but the bigger part of her just couldn’t leave a mammal in need behind, so she slowly shuffled further into the alley and around the dumpster.

The more she moved the more she could make out of the mystery mammal. The canine in front of her, now merely two feet away, had its back turned to her and was shifting around the dirty ground, apparently looking for something. She could make out the faint sounds of an animal sniffing, trying to find a scent. And apparently, it had found it.

With a speed she hadn’t seen from another mammal before, the canine turned around and glowered at her, and her blood froze. Red, glowing orbs were glaring menacingly at her, the canine’s body shifted into a lower position, ready to pounce on its prey.

Skye’s heart was about to burst out of her chest and her hackles raised. Even though she had her fair share of bullies and violent jerks in her line of work, she never really feared them. But now, she could truly say; she was beyond terrified. Never was she ever afraid for her live, but the way this savage animal was striding towards her in such a fluid motion, as if it was floating, its teeth bared in a hungry snarl, ready to tear her limbs apart, she couldn’t help it but to let out a whimper. A mistake, she realized.

Upon the sound of her, the canine made its move, and the last thing Skye saw on that evening, was the face of her husband, before all was black.

That’s it! If you’re interested you can find the stories in the links above! I will post sneak previews of new chapters on here from now on as well so stay tuned!

#zootopia #fanfiction #hidden #nick wilde #Judy hopps #au #story #writing #skye #jack savage #zoomania #zootropolis

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