#vets are just watching and sadly patting my head

[starrgazed22]

WHAT A DAY.

Jim Halpert x gn!reader, 2.5K words Warnings: Vulgarism, pushing. (Not Jim pushing ofc) My comment: First fanfic ever, it's summer and I am bored haha. Enjoy! ALSO I couldn't think of a fitting title. Summary: Jim helps reader out with taking her dog to the vet, inviting her to his roommate's party afterwards.

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(Jim talking to the camera crew)

“The way she sits in her chair with one leg up… sometimes both legs up. The way she balances her pen on everything while making phone calls,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “Her origamis that I find on my table every time we come back from lunch.” He starts fumbling in his pants pocket, revealing a small origami frog to the crew. “Like this one today,” he looks at it, then looks back at the crew and does his typical downturned smile.

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You finish a call with a client, balancing your pen on its holder, just as Jim described. The cameraman focuses on you, then pans to Jim, who watches you with an admiring smile and eyes full of warmth.

“Yes, February 28th. That’s right,” you confirm to a client on the phone. "Have a nice day," you hang up.

Jim glances at the camera as he gets up and walks over to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says nervously, rubbing his hands together. “I was wondering, are you free tonight? My roommate is throwing a party, and I thought we could go together?” He asks, his voice genuine and hopeful.

“Jim, I’m sorry, I can’t tonight… I have to take my dog to the vet. It’s on the other side of Scranton, so…” you say, disappointed. “It’s going to take some time to get there by train—”

“I can take you… and your dog,” he offers immediately, showing the palms of his hands.

“You mean it?” you ask, caught off guard.

“Of course. I want to meet your dog,” he teases slightly, but you know he's serious.

You look at him, touched. “That would be so kind. Thank you, Jim.”

“When is the appointment?” “At 6.” “Great, we’ll leave at 5.” He smiles warmly at you.

He returns to his desk, exchanging a satisfied glance with the camera. Two hours fly by in a blur of Friday phone calls. You both pack up and head to his car. Jim opens the door of the car for you, and you settle into the front passenger seat. You drive to your place to pick up your dog first.

“Are you okay with having a dog in your car?” you ask uncertainly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, genuinely confused.

You chuckle softly. “My boyfriend could never handle it, you know. Hates the hair,” you say sadly.

“Oh,” Jim responds, caught off guard by your answer, finding out another terrible thing about your boyfriend.

You arrive at your apartment, Jim and the cameraman waiting in the car. You quickly get your dog and head back out. Jim watches as you and your dog approach. The dog is a mixed breed puppy. Probably a mix of retriever and some other breed he couldn't quite put a finger on. He gets out of the car, squatting down to the dog’s level.

“Oh, hello,” he says in a high-pitched tone. “Can I pet him?” he asks.

“Sure,” you laugh as Finn jumps on Jim, licking his cheek. The cameraman captures the moment from the car window. You decide to sit in the back with Finn, next to the cameraman, to keep him from jumping on Jim while driving. Finn sniffs the camera, leaving the cameraman with an adorable footage.

You drive to the vet, chatting about how you got Finn and today’s rabies shot. The drive is short, filled with easy conversation. Finally, you arrive, leading Finn inside with Jim following behind.

The veterinarian takes Finn’s lead from your hand, and Jim squats down to give Finn a reassuring pat.

“You’ll be alright, big boy, we’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” Jim murmurs, rubbing Finn behind his ears. Your heart melts at the tenderness in Jim’s voice. Your boyfriend never talks to you or your dog with such genuine care.

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(Y/N talking to the camera crew)

“Jim has been incredibly kind, helping me out like this. My boyfriend wouldn’t do anything like this for me,” you confess, a mix of gratitude and sadness evident in your expression.

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You and Jim leave the vet, checking your watch.

“Wow, 6:30 already, that was quick today,” you exhale, a small puff of steam escaping in the chilly February air. Jim chuckles, his breath forming another cloud.

“So, are you free now?” he asks, a playful smirk on his face.

“I guess so.”

“Still up for the party?” Jim kicks at a rock on the pavement.

“Alright, sounds fun,” you agree, smiling warmly at him.

You drive off, recognizing the route from earlier. Suddenly, you take a different turn, pulling up in front of what seems to be Jim’s house, glimpsing people inside having a good time.

“Here we are,” Jim announces. You get out of the car.

He holds the door open for you with a gentlemanly gesture, “After you.” You step inside to the sound of someone singing karaoke to “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

“Not my favorite song,” you joke, earning a laugh from Jim.

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(Y/N talking to the cameraman)

“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like my boyfriend isn’t really there for me… but with Jim, it’s different,” you share with the camera crew, your voice tinged with both relief and uncertainty.

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Jim introduces you to his roommate and his girlfriend, and you both mingle with the party guests, sipping wine and making small talk.

After some time, all of the guests has already arrived. No one else is expected.

Doorbell suddenly rings, signaling a new arrival. The roommate opens the door confused, and the camera zooms in on the newcomer’s face.

“Is Y/N here?” a familiar British voice asks. Your heart sinks, and Jim freezes at your sudden reaction.

“What?” he asks, concerned.

You rush to the door, Jim following closely behind. “David, what are you doing here?” you say, a mixture of anger and fear in your voice.

He chuckles sarcastically. “More like, what are you doing here?” You pull David aside.

“I had to take Finn to the vet, and Jim offered me a ride,” you try to explain.

“Wow! This is a hell of a vet!” He gestures wildly at Jim’s house, “Should’ve taken a fuckin’ train, bitch!” He starts shouting.

“David, did you track my phone aga— I— I can explai—” “Shut up, you whore!” David interrupts, pushing you roughly. “Fucking whore, I knew you were screwing him the whole time,” he spits out, moving toward you aggressively. You're taken aback by his blunt accusation, feeling a mix of shock and disgust that he would make such a false statement.

“It’s over, David. It’s over!” you declare.

The camera catches Jim’s tense expression as David moves closer to you again, prompting Jim to step in.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jim intervenes, pushing David away and guiding you protectively behind him. “Leave,” Jim demands calmly.

“Okay, but give me my fucking girlfriend,” David hisses.

“What is she, a fucking thing?” Jim shoots back sharply, stepping forward. It’s the first time you’ve heard Jim curse.

“Well, to me, she is—” David starts to say.

"She said it's over! Did you hear her?" Jim repeats what you said.

"Not until I say so." David spits.

“Leave,” Jim repeats firmly.

“None of your business—” David stops short, spitting in Jim’s face. Jim remains composed, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Fucking prick with a fucking whore. Perfect match!” your now ex shouts as he storms off to his car. “Bitch, burn in hell!” he yells out of the open window as he drives away.

Jim quickly returns to you, finding you standing there, visibly shaken, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks gently. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his torso, seeking comfort. Jim strokes your hair soothingly with one hand, the other arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay now. Everything’s fine,” he reassures you. “Thank you,” you whisper softly into his shirt.

You both stand there in a comforting embrace, surrounded by the silence of the chilly February night, illuminated by a warm streetlight. After what feels like an eternity, Jim speaks softly. “Are you sure you don’t want to come inside? It’s kind of cold out here.” You finally look up and nod, smiling faintly at him. He takes your hand in his, not intertwining fingers, but offering a protective hold, leading you back into the house. “I’ll make you some toasts, okay?”

Inside the house, apart from the roommate, no one seems to notice what just happened outside. You’re grateful no one did; it would have been embarrassing. You follow Jim to the kitchen through the living room. You lean on the counter to watch him make toasts. He tries to distract you from the recent events by explaining his toast-making technique, which surprisingly works. You can’t help stealing glances at him. He’s perfect. He’s been there for you through so much, always supportive. And that smile of his, it warms your heart.

You move to the living room together, holding your plate of toasts. You both settle on the couch, finding two free seats across from the karaoke machine. A girl joins you, curious about the gossip Jim tells you about, bringing you a coke mixed with rum you didn’t ask for but accept anyway. She leaves when the talk turns to Dwight, which she has never heard of.

Suddenly, Jim’s roommate takes the karaoke microphone, addressing Jim in front of everyone instead of taking a few steps for a private chat.

“Jim’s back, everybody!” Everyone cheers, and Darryl, Jim’s roommate, continues. “A prince on a white horse, with his rescued princess!” You look at Jim in surprise, bursting into laughter, fueled by the wine and coke you’ve been drinking. Jim looks slightly embarrassed. “Ignore him, that’s just the alcohol talking,” he dismisses with a wave of his hand.

“Come on, you haven’t sung yet tonight!” Darryl says into the mic. “Come on!” You draw out the word as you nudge Jim playfully in the shoulder. Jim sighs.

“Alright, alright,” Jim gives in, buoyed by his roommate’s friends’ enthusiasm. He gets up from beside you, heading over to the karaoke machine, where he and Darryl select a song. Your song. By Elton John.

“It’s a little bit funny…” Jim starts singing the lyrics. Some people join in, others start dancing. You sit back and watch, impressed by Jim’s singing ability, even if it’s just a little. “...You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.” Jim squints playfully, locking eyes with you as he sings, mocking the lyrics. You chuckle softly. He gestures with his free hand for you to come over to him. “...Anyway, the thing is…” You get up and join him, Jim’s arm around your shoulder. “...Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.” His gaze shifts between your eyes. You realize it's just lyrics, but there's a subtle undertone in his delivery that suggests the lyrics might mirror his thoughts. Jim catches your hand, and you start to slow dance together, his singing still filling the room. Others begin to join in the dancing.

As Jim finishes the song, everyone cheers and claps.

“Thank you all for coming! You’ve been an amazing crowd tonight!” Jim jokes, accepting the applause graciously.

“That was really good!” You poke Jim, and he thanks you with a smile. As you both head back toward your seats, you find them occupied by other friends. You hesitate for a moment.

“Looks like we’re standing,” Jim remarks, realizing the lack of available seats. He notices how much you’ve had to drink, noticing you sway slightly, whether from the alcohol or the emotional rollercoaster of the evening.

Jim smirks to himself, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Want a tour?” he raises an eyebrow suggestively.

You look at him, a mix of surprise and anticipation. “Lead the way.” You interlace your fingers with his, feeling a slight jolt of electricity between you both, which Jim acknowledges with a subtle smirk.

As you come up the stairs, Jim begins the tour. “Here’s the bathroom,” he gestures playfully with his free hand. He leads you further, showing you Darryl’s room, then his own.

“And this is mine. I cleaned up a bit this morning; it usually doesn’t look this good,” he admits with a sheepish grin.

You release his hand, stepping into his room. You notice a guitar in the corner. “You play guitar? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” you ask, genuinely curious.

Jim shrugs, leaning against the doorframe. “I’d rather talk about you,” he admits softly. You feel a pang of realization, contrasting sharply with memories of your ex-boyfriend’s indifference. With Jim, you feel appreciated.

You look around Jim’s room, taking in the framed photos, medals, and posters, gaining insights into his life. You sit on the edge of his bed, noticing how comfortable it feels. “Nice bed, too,” you remark with a genuine smile.

Jim enters the room, searching in one of his drawers.

“I wanted to give you this on your birthday, but I just can’t wait to give it to you,” he says. “Okay, close your eyes, okay, I haven’t wrapped it up yet,” he lets out a soft chuckle. You do as he says. He sits next to you on the bed and hands you what feels like a jewel case, his fingers lingering on your hands longer than necessary.

"You can open them now."

You open your eyes, revealing a jewel case containing 'Hot Fuss' by The Killers CD. “No way!” you exclaim excitedly. “I— I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much,” you stammer gratefully.

Jim smiles warmly at you, and you hug him again.

“I have a player. Want to listen to it?” he offers, taking the CD from your hand and placing it in the player. The first song begins to play, and Jim adjusts the volume. He returns to sit beside you.

“What a great taste,” he remarks casually.

“Stop,” you playfully protest.

“No, really. I mean it,” he insists, locking eyes with you. You meet his gaze, and he shifts closer. He cups your cheeks slowly with both hands, silently seeking your consent. You nod in response, and he leans in slowly, tenderly kissing you. You kiss him back, uncertain but drawn to him.

It’s okay. Everything’s fine, you reassure yourself internally, repeating what Jim said earlier. You deepen the kiss, the emotional intensity building between you both. Jim’s hands leave your face as he crawls over at you, making you lay down under him.

The cameraman discreetly decides to leave them to their private moment, closing the door for them.

THE END.

Kinda out of pocket story haha, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[bakugosatoru]

Just gotta say that the comfort headcanons you did were SO SWEET OMG!!! I'd love to request a romantic fluff scenario with Eijiro Kirishima if you're up to it! Maybe he and y/n are having a picnic date at a park or, going off the scenario you did for Bakugo, he & y/n are going to adopt a puppy 👀

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you as well for being my first request, I love the idea of Kirishima and y/n adopting a puppy! I really hope you enjoy it! (Also worked to keep the reader gender neutral so everyone can enjoy!)

Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Short Fanfic (1k Words) Fandom: My Hero Academia

"Crimson?" Kirishima mumbled as you both strolled up to the entrance of the shelter.

"What was that babe?" You ask.

"Oh I was just thinking what we could name the pup." He smiled at you, that gorgeous beaming smile you adored so much, as he opened the door to the shelter for you.

"After you my dear" He bowed dramatically as you giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging him through the door after you.

You were quickly greeted by a lovely older woman who introduced herself as one of the owners of the shelter. She began to lead you both down a row of cages, holding various dogs and cats. Eijiro gripped your hand tightly as he beamed, watching you listen to the lady intently, as she explained all the info about the various dogs. Age, breed, temperament, things like that.

But Eijiro wasn't really listening, all he could do was focus on you, and just how beautiful you looked when you were excited.

You dropped your boyfriends hand momentarily (much to his disappointment) to reach out through the door of one of the enclosures and gently allow one of the dogs to sniff your hand, and petting it gently on the head before moving on to the next one.

As you continued to walk, you reached back to grab Eijiros hand once again but couldn't find it. Turning around you see your boyfriend reading one of the signs next to an enclosure intently.

"That's our oldest resident" The owner of the shelter smiles as she notices which pen Kirishima stopped in front of.

"Been in here for 3 years now" She added as you both walked back to join your boyfriend next to the enclosure. At first you thought the enclosure was empty, until you saw him, sitting, curled up on the tiny dog bed in the corner.

A frail and scared chihuahua.

You started to read the blurb on the side of the enclosure that your boyfriend was so engrossed in. It told the story of this little creature, who had been hit by a car a few years ago and surrendered to the shelter when the owners didn't care to pay the vet bills. You could feel your heart shatter in your chest as you looked at the tiny creature in front of you.

"Can we go say hi to it?" Eijiro asked the shelter employee, his voice softer than usual, as if he didn't want to stress out the poor pup anymore than it already was.

"Of course" She smiled, walking forward to open the door to the enclosure. "Not many folks are interested in our little Scarlet, most people dont come to shelters for older dogs so the poor thing gets overlooked" She spoke sadly as she allowed you both to enter the enclosure. "I'll give you a bit of time to get to know her, just come get me if you need anything" She smiled before walking back down the hall to the office.

Eijiro stepped foward slowly, before crouching down to sit himself on the floor next to the tiny pup.

"Hi Scarlet" Kirishima whispered gently as he reached his hand out, allowing the skittish dog to sniff, before ever so gently beginning to pat the dog on its small head.

"I thought you told me in the car you wanted a 'big, manly dog" You teased as you crouched down next to your boyfriend and the tiny dog, joining them both on the floor.

Kirishima gently scooped Scarlet up and held her tiny body ever so gently in his arms against his muscular frame.

"I don't know, I think surviving a car accident and being all alone for 3 years, and still allowing a stranger to pet you is pretty damn manly if you ask me" He smiled down at the tiny dog, his eyes full of nothing by love and admiration.

God you love this man, no other man could be so strong, so kind and yet so gentle all at the same time, towards every living creature.

"Plus, with a name like Scarlet, I suppose its just meant to be" You smiled, snuggling up next to your boyfriend and reaching out to slowly stroke the small dog in his arms. The dog seemed visibly more calm than when you had first seen him and you felt yourself fall in love with the poor creature every second you spent with it.

"I think this is the one honey" He murmured to you, not taking his eyes off the pup.

"Yea, me too" You smile.

So just like that, you signed the paperwork and walked out of the shelter. You had expected to be leaving with a large Terrier or Retriever or maybe even German Sheppard in tow, but instead you cradled a sleeping Chihuahua in your arms as you headed home, your family having grown by one tiny creature.

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Bonus

You knocked on your boyfriends office door softly.

"Come on in love" You heard his chair wheel away from his desk as he called out to you happily.

"I'm not interrupting am I?" You asked as you walked into the office, stacked high with Crimson Riot memorabilia and workout equipment. In your arms you cradled Scarlet, you knew how much Kiri loved to see her when he was working.

"Interrupting? My favorite person in the world, bringing me my favorite animal in the world could never be interrupting" He smiled as he planted a kiss on Scarlets fluffy forehead, before pulling you into his lap and kissing you softly.

"Now what could I help you with baby?" He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as he held tightly to your waist.

"Just wanted to show you something" You giggled as you pulled up an article you had just seen on a hero gossip magazine.

"Look at this" You clicked on an article, a large photo of Kirishima out walking Scarlet that must have been taken by paparazzi recently splashed across the screen with the headline:

'Red Riot bring home Tiny New Sidekick'

Authors note: This is my first time ever writing for a request but I had so much fun writing it and I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it anon!

[nightingaelic]

New Vegas companions reacting to the courier being mildly deaf?

Upon first meeting the courier, most assumed they were shy. They didn't make eye contact often, they just stared intensely at your mouth, as if trying to physically catch the words that were said. They naturally talked with their hands when they answered questions, but their movements were too animated to be merely emphasis. Most curiously, they avoided talking to anyone who covered their head with a helmet, head wrap or bandanna, and if they absolutely had to, they constantly asked the person in question to repeat themselves. If they were lucky, the confused individual would write down what they were trying to say. If they weren't, the conversation ended prematurely and the courier's face held a look of utter frustration and disappointment for hours.

It wasn't until the third or fourth time the courier ran afoul of a New Vegas Strip Securitron that told them to get out its way that their companion pulled them aside.

Arcade Gannon: "You can't hear them, can you?" Arcade asked, pulling them back from the street where the contingent of House's robots was rolling by.

"I... a little bit," the courier protested, putting a hand to their left ear. "Mostly out of this side. It's been ringing a lot lately, though, and normally I can compensate by just watching their mouth, but with robots..."

Arcade nodded. "You can't lip-read a bot. Sure. Why haven't you gone to the Followers yet?"

"For what?"

"An implant." Arcade furrowed his brow. "Dr. Usanagi has to have something in stock, or she could call in some favors out west and get one sent here."

The courier's hand moved upward again, to the scar that graced their hairline. "I don't think..."

Arcade's eyes widened. "Oh. Sorry. Yeah, that might make things... difficult."

Craig Boone: "Keep your eyes up," Boone said gruffly, after the courier picked themselves up from where the Securitron had tossed them after they failed to move quickly enough.

"I can't have my eyes on everything and everyone inside the Strip," the courier grumbled. "It's not my fault. There's enough people here today to drown out the feel of robot wheels on asphalt. And where were you, spotter?"

Boone softened, but less than an inch. "It might not be your fault, but it won't matter if the thing you miss is the thing that does you and your partner in. Don't lose track of House's muscle when you're in New Vegas."

"I wish they had muscles," the courier groaned. "Specifically facial muscles. It'd make things a whole lot easier."

"Let's do our business and get out of town quickly," Boone answered, giving everyone in the near vicinity a look of distrust. "Too many people means too many opportunities to miss something important."

Lily Bowen: "Is your hearing going, dearie?" Lily asked, clearly concerned at the prospect. "Grandma was lucky enough to keep hers, but plenty of her friends' hearing started to go after turning 60."

"I'm fine," the courier insisted, brushing their coat off. "It's nothing I can't handle or work around."

Lily thought for a minute as they removed the rest of the dust from their outfit. "You know, pumpkin, it's okay to need help sometimes."

The courier gave her a sour look. "Not in the Mojave, it's not."

"Even in the Mojave," Lily chided. "Some people are big and strong, like Grandma. Others are small and sneaky. Some people can't see, or can't walk, and some people can't eat or drink or go to the bathroom without help. Some people can't hear."

"Lily..."

"Listen to your grandma." Lily patted their head. "Some people need help, and they deserve it. Let Grandma help you watch out for robots, next time."

The courier sighed and looked up at her sadly. "Okay. But... you should think about taking your own advice, Lily."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Earth to Courier Six," Raul said with a chuckle. "Mr. House's minions don't have time to scoop you onto the sidewalk every time they roll through, you know."

The courier rolled their eyes and retrieved their pack from where it had fallen. "Chingate. And I don't have time to move out of the way whenever they need to break up a fight in Gomorrah."

Raul examined his fingers with mock interest. "Shame they don't speak the bridge talk you do. I don't know if their pequeñas garras could manage it, though."

The courier's eyes widened, and a smile grew beneath them. "Bridge talk? Never heard it called that, before."

"Eh, lingua franca, common-speak, whatever it's going by now." Raul waved his hand, then shot out a few quick signs: "man," "woman," "eat". "Don't know much of it myself, but I know it when I see it. Used to belong to the Plains tribes alone, and now it's everywhere."

"Everywhere except the Mojave." The courier made a face. "Why is that?"

Raul shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe they all got sick of being tossed around by robots, too."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass let go of the courier briefly to bang a fist on the side of the nearest departing Securitron. "Assholes! House can afford to be late!"

She grabbed the courier again and ducked behind a pack of tourists before the Securitron could pinpoint her. "Six, you have to stick by me," she insisted. "I know you're only firing on one cylinder in the sound department."

"I am fine," the courier insisted, wiggling out of her grasp.

"You are not." Cass seized them again. "I've known plenty of NCR vets who were discharged with heads full of nightmares, missing limbs and a lifelong case of tinnitus or no hearing at all. By my guess, you're somewhere in the middle of those last two, and I'll be damned if you get done in by a robotic security team after you had the gall to crawl out of your own grave and kick the leader of the Chairmen's ass."

"Well what do you want me to do, Cass?" the courier protested, their hands flying with the emotion. "No one here understands. Everyone else in the Mojave with hearing problems is too poor to wander around the Strip, or too dead to care!"

Instead of responding, Cass watched their fingers, making shapes. Shapes she'd seen before. Something clicked, and she reached out to grab their hands. "Plains talk," she said breathlessly.

"What?"

"Plains talk!" Cass was grinning. "My mom knew it. God, I'm stupid."

Veronica Santangelo: Rather than chastise the courier, Veronica watched them pick themselves up and make a series of angry motions with their hands toward the departing robots.

"You're talking," she said with wonder, when they finally turned back to her.

"Huh?"

"With your hands." Veronica imitated the last sign they'd made. "What does it mean?"

The courier blushed. "Um. Maybe don't make that sign in public, unless you're really, really angry at someone."

"Starting with swear words, as you always should when learning a new language," Veronica replied brightly. "Why don't you just use the sign language more?"

"Because, Veronica, people here don't speak it." The courier sighed. "You get English, Spanish, some tribal languages, but I've only met two people who knew the signs I know. I'm still not sure where it comes from. After I woke up in Doc Mitchell's office, I thought I was crazy for a bit. Like I had this whole, made-up language in my head that no one else could speak."

Veronica put a hand on their shoulder and squeezed it. "Teach me. We'll speak it together."

ED-E: ED-E had learned early on that beeping was no use with the courier, so it did the next best thing it could and gently bounced its dome off their shoulder and arms, tilting its speaker toward them with concern.

The courier, eyes brimming with tears, grabbed the eyebot in both hands and pressed their forehead to it, as if holding the face of a loved one. "I wish I wasn't like this," they muttered.

ED-E held still until their pain had subsided, and it floated close behind them when they arose and moved on.

Rex: Rex barked his anger at the departing Securitrons, then turned to look up at the courier and whine.

They ruffled the fur on his neck and crouched down to put their arms around him. "It's okay, buddy. You can't warn me every time someone big comes up behind me. Thanks for watching my back."

[13uswntimagines]

Complicated (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: maybe the reader is really uptight and cold all the time until she meets emily and they somehow click + maybe the teams reaction?

Author’s Note: Hey dudes, so i know that this is a bit of a stretch for the prompt, but i just couldn’t seem to get this idea out of my head. I really hope Y’all like it! Let me know what You think!

You were… complicated. A stoic person with seemingly no heart. Someone with a massive aversion to touch and who most of the team had never seen smile. Or at least that’s how you were introduced to every newcomer to the team. They were warned to stay away from you, to avoid you in any of their shenanigans or face the consequences. 

You were never overtly rude- just detached, uninterested, completely and totally unapproachable by all accounts. Your aggression on the field was bar none and some of the vets had learned that pushing you led to the same result off the field. 

It was safe to say that most of the team was terrified of you and your stoic exterior, so they let you be. Well, except for a particular blond defender that you knew. You would never admit it out loud, but you had a bit of a soft spot for the bubbly defender. And she was determined to break through your tough outer shell. 

You sighed, staring with thinly veiled boredom at the women in front of you. Bonding nights were obligatory, but forced participation in the games they chose was not. Sure, you guessed you were technically playing truth or dare with the women, but no one dared call on you. You didn’t want them too. 

“Alright Sonny, your turn,” Alex smiled, sobering from the embarrassing story Sonnett had just been dared to tell. You leaned forward slightly, interested in what the woman would do. She sent Lindsey a mischievous smirk. “Well, I think I should pick the only person who hasn’t participated this evening,”

“Emily that might not be a good idea…” Kelley started, glancing worriedly at you. There was a reason they didn’t fuck with you. 

“Y/n, truth or dare,” Emily asked, raising her eyebrow at you, completely ignoring frat daddy senior. The rest of the team held their breath as you cocked your head to the side and squinted your eyes. 

“Truth,”

“But that’s boring,” Emily huffed, pouting. The corners of your mouth twitched at her adorableness and you rolled your eyes goodnaturedly (something that didn’t go unnoticed by a majority of the team's veterans). 

“Fine then, dare,” You raised your eyebrow, leaning back in your seat. The vets released their breath, glad that this was going well. 

“Yes!!!” she cheered, pumping her fists. Your lips twitched again into a playful smirk. She tapped her chin in thought, surprised she had gotten this far. You began to hum jeopardy theme under your breath, waiting for her to decide. And the vets yet again shared a look of disbelief. Emily was the only person who brought out this side of you. 

A mischievous smile broke across her features when she had finally thought up her dare. She wanted to do something that no one on the team had done. “I dare you to let me touch you,” 

Your smirk disappeared, your lips forming a tight line, your shoulders tensed, all humor evaporated like smoke. You didn’t do physical contact, just the thought made your skin crawl. “No,” you said sternly. 

“Oh come on. I’ll be gentle. You might even like it,” Emily pleaded, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You frowned. That was part of why you didn’t want it. You were terrified that you would like the comfort of her touch, and then what happened when she left? Everyone always left. 

“No, I change my mind. I chose truth,” You shook your head. 

“You can’t do that,” Emily whined. 

“I just did,” You said cooley, clasping your hands together, the glint in your eye just daring her to try and challenge you. 

She opened her mouth as if to respond, but Alex beat her to it. “Sonnett just let it go,” Alex said, eyeing you carefully. They didn’t need an explosion from you, frankly, she was surprised that one hadn’t happened already. 

Emily’s pout deepened. She crossed her arms like a small child, and just like that the tension left you. 

“Fine, but you have to answer the question I pick,” She huffed. 

You nodded once, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent a smile at her cuteness and gesturing for her to continue. 

Alex grabbed Kelley’s hand to prevent her from gaping at you. You never ever flipped back and forth between agitated and playful so quickly. 

“Why won’t you let us touch you? Like even a hug or a high five?” Emily asked, staring you in the eyes. 

You blinked, pursing your lips. “I don’t like it.”

“But how do you have a relationship when you won’t let people get close to you?” Emily pressed, refusing to stop this line of questioning. She really liked you, despite your brooding, and how did you have a relationship with someone who you couldn’t touch. That sounded like some fifty shades of grey bullshit and she wasn’t here for it. 

“I don’t. I’m going to bed,” You said stonily, standing and stalking towards the door, tired of this impromptu interrogation. Why was Emily so obsessed with touching you anyway?

*****

The silence that followed the slam of the door was defining, the team frozen by your sudden outburst. Emily’s mouth was left hanging at your reaction. Sure she had been warned of your moodiness, but with your playful behavior, in the beginning, she thought that it may have been safe to ask. To try and break past one of those walls. 

“You’re lucky she likes you kid,” Tobin said quietly, still watching the door. 

“You call that liking?” Emily snorted in disbelief. 

“She let you ask the question, that’s more than any of us have ever gotten,” Christen smiled sadly, patting Emily’s knee. 

You didn’t do games or get-to-know-you questions. Hell, the most the team had heard you talk was during strategy meetings. The last time someone had tried to get you involved in the team's bonding games, Abby Wambach had taken the field with a black eye (It wasn’t intentional, but pin the medal on the cutout was maybe not the best choice of games). 

“You also almost got her to smile,” Megan added kindly, trying to brighten her spirit. You liked Emily, and you always seemed to brighten around her. She didn’t want Emily to give up on you. You both deserved to be happy. 

“Why is she so grumpy all the time?” Emily asked, her eyebrows furrowing. 

“It’s complicated,” Kelley started, and Emily rolled her eyes. That was all anyone would say about you, and she found it entirely inadequate in describing the situation. 

“Y/n was hurt a long time ago, by the only person she’s ever loved. Just give her some time,” Christen said gently rubbing her back. It wasn’t their story to tell, but you liked Emily, and she would bet her hat that you would tell her eventually. 

****

“Emily this is a bad idea,” Rose whispered, huddling against the wall just behind the dining-room door. Sam and Lindsey nodded their agreement. 

Emily rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like they were gonna dump water on anyone. It was just confetti’s.“It’ll be fine guys, it’s just a prank,” 

She shushed the girls as footsteps approached. She stepped out behind the door, preparing to throw the confetti on her poor, unsuspecting teammate, only for strong hands to grip her wrists and pull her into their tall frame. 

“Whoa, there hot stuff,” You chucked, catching the woman, a smile hinting on your lips, the confetti bucket trapped conveniently between your bodies. 

“Oh, shit” Lindsey breathed out. 

“Sorry Y/N we-...” Rose stuttered, both women stopping when your gaze met theirs. All humor was gone from your eyes, and your lips curled slightly. They shrunk as far back from you and Emily as much they could. 

You glanced down, softening at the woman in your arms. “Try to time your pranks better next time, alright?” A smile hinted on your features at the woman’s too quick nod, and you squeezed her shoulders lightly, nodding back once. 

 “Ice Cream tonight?” You asked, completely missing the glances Rose and Lindsey were sharing. 

“Yeah, sure,” Emily smiled, eyes wide. You nodded, a soft smile playing across your lips. You squeezed her shoulder and leaning in to place a very soft kiss on her cheek before heading off. 

“What the fuck just happened?” Emily whispered, watching the slightly giddy way you walked away. 

“I think Y/N just asked you out,” Lindsey mumbled in disbelief. For a person with seemingly no heart, it was strange to see you acting so soft with their Disani. 

“She touched you,” Rose said, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. 

“Touch, she kissed her cheek,” Lindsey snorted. 

“Yeah, she did,” 

*****

Emily didn’t know what she expected from your ice cream date, but it certainly wasn’t your shy smiles and adorable jokes. You were warm and inviting with her (at least you tried to be) and Emily immensely appreciated the effort. For someone who everyone thought had no heart, she thought yours was beautiful. Hesitant and shy but very sweet. 

You had been polite, and courteous, even going so far as to insist that you walked Emily back to her room. You paused in front of her door, saddened that your night was about to be over. This was so different for you, but with Emily, opening up felt so much less scary. 

“You know, I could have walked here by myself. You’re only like 2 doors down,” Emily joked, and you rolled your eyes at the woman, pulling her hand to your lips. 

“Hmm, I know, but I wanted this to be perfect,” You smirked against her hand. 

“Well, it was pretty good,” She laughed, thoroughly enjoying your playful nature. She just hoped it didn’t disappear when you were around the others. 

“Just pretty good?” You asked, insecurity obvious in your tone. You never let someone get this close, you didn’t want to be a disappointment. 

“No, amazing,” she smiled reassuringly, taking a step closer to you. 

“I have something that will make it even better,” You murmured leaning in, draping the hand you were holding over her shoulder, and resting your hands on her waist. She tilted her head up, connecting your lips in a slow sweet kiss. Her hand traveled from your shoulder to toy with the collar of your dress shirt, and you tensed lightly. You relaxed when her tongue probed your lips, and you hesitantly parted them, your tongues sweetly touching. Her hand traced down your collar and settled on your chest, just above your heart, and she ran her fingers over the raised lines she found there. 

You pulled away when air became, resting for foreheads together. 

“Wow,” The breath from her words famed across your lips, and you felt a light pink bloom across your cheeks. 

“Good wow?” You asked.

“Fantastic,” She hummed, leaning up and connecting your lips again. The fingers not on your collar tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your neck, and you sighed into the kiss. 

You pulled away, a sudden smile breaking across your features. 

“Does this mean you’ll go out with me again?” 

“Absolutely,” she giggled. And you pecked her lips again, before pulling away to open the door for her. She leaned heavily against it and watched you retreat back to your room (totally not missing your little celebration that was not so different from Carli’s goal celebration, as you headed back to your room). She snorted. Cold-hearted her ass. 

*****

In the eight months since your date, you and Emily had only gotten closer. She was like a magnet, always drawing you back to her. You had gotten better about touch, and allowing your playful side out around the team. You loved her, and you would do anything for her. She was your person. 

You plopped down on the pitch, breathing heavily after your team (cool beans) beat Alex’s team (hot stuff) in the scrimmage. You had played alright, scoring 4 goals and leaving the other team’s defense useless. You were broken out of your thoughts by a blond shadow. You placed your hand on your brow, squinting up at the woman. 

“Good game, even though you didn’t really have to do much,” You smirked up at her, taking her outstretched hand to stand up. 

“Well spending all that time in the attacking half really made me tired,” She laughed, and you rolled your eyes at her. 

“Hop on,” You smiled, gesturing towards your back. 

The team was stunned, watching as you lifted one Emily Sonnett for a piggyback ride. What was even more surprising was the large smile plastered across your face at her repeated calls of giddy-up. 

“Is she?” Alex asked, unable to decide if it was the touching or the smiling that she was asking about. 

“Yep,” Kelley murmured back, smiling when you set Sonnett carefully on her feet and kissed her forehead. She melted a little at how softly you cradled the woman’s face. 

“She looks happy,” Alex hummed. 

“She deserves to be. They both do,”

[lillywillow]

The Adventures of Poppy and Alpine

Summary: Sam has to take care of Bucky’s cat and your bird while the pair of you are away on a mission

 Word Count: 1475

 Square Filled: Rescue Mission

 Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader

 Warnings: Cheeky pets

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

 When you first saw Poppy in the window of an animal shelter, you were absolutely smitten with her. She was a cockatoo who had sadly pulled her feathers out in a time of stress. You had taken her to the vet and unfortunately the feathers on her head and chest would never grow back. Other than that, she was completely healthy. You gave her all the love and attention she could ever want. When you first started dating Sam, you weren’t sure if they would get along but your concerns were soon at ease. Sam adored Poppy and she loved him. When Bucky moved in with you, he of course brought along his cat Alpine but that once again brought up worries. It took a while but eventually the cat and the bird learned how to get along without too many issues.

...

 There came a day when you and Bucky were called away on a mission by Fury. The pair of you fussed over your animals while Sam stood by.

 “Can I get some love here?”

 “Nope,” Bucky replied bluntly while continuing to coo over Alpine. You went over to kiss your boyfriend.

 “I love you. Now, make sure you cover Poppy up in her cage at night, let her out during the day and don’t give her too many treats.”

 “Same goes for Alpine about the treats. Don’t let her con you into feeding her multiple times a day,” Bucky supplied.

 “Yes, alright,” Sam sighed. Why did he suddenly feel like he was babysitting someone’s children?

 After a few more goodbyes, you and Bucky left. Now Sam was alone with Poppy and Alpine.

 “Well now you two... What shall we do today, hm?”

 Alpine rubbed up against his leg and meowed at him while Poppy affectionately nipped at his ear. Sam chuckled and went to sit on the couch. Alpine jumped up on the seat while Poppy clumsily fluttered to the arm of the couch. While she had most of her feathers, some of her wing feathers had also been damaged by plucking, making it hard for her to fly long distances.

 “Sammy!” she cheered.

 “Yeah? What is it Pops?”

 “Sammy! Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!” Poppy hopped around in a circle.

 “Are you dancing, Poppy?” She bopped her head and wobbled about. Sam couldn’t help but smile, giving her a sunflower seed and already breaking the rule about treats.

 Sam also idly patted Alpine making her purr. Poppy squawked at Sam for attention, causing Alpine to jump. Sam had to pat the both of them, trying to give them an equal amount of attention. This was going to be difficult.

...

 That night, Sam was trying to have his dinner but he was being watched. Alpine sat by his foot while Poppy stood on the table.

 “No,” he stated firmly, taking another bite of his food. Alpine meowed insistently.

 “I said no. I fed you already.” She meowed again.

 Sighing, he got up to check Alpine’s bowl. He groaned when he saw that she had only eaten a small amount, leaving a hollow in the middle. Sam shook the bowl to make it appear fuller. Alpine looked at the bowl and looked at him, meowing once more. Sam muttered and pretended to add more in hopes of tricking the feline which luckily worked. By the time Sam returned to his dinner, Poppy was standing on his plate and helping herself.

 “No, Poppy,” he scolded, shifting the bird to her perch. Poppy squawked in protest. She tried to fly back to the table but fumbled to the ground. Spotting Alpine’s dish she made her way over to have some kitty kibble. Alpine tried to bat her away but Poppy stretched out her wings in attempt to make herself look big while hissing and threatening to bite.

 “Hey! Stop that!” Sam rushed over to stop the fight before it could progress any further. “What am I going to do with you two?”

 “Bite me,” Poppy replied cheekily. Sam chuckled and put the bird on his shoulder and out of striking range from Alpine.

 “Whatcha got?” she asked, trying to peer into his mouth.

 “My dinner. Here,” he grumbled, giving Poppy some vegetables in hopes she would leave him alone for a few minutes. Poppy jumped on the table and happily accepted his offer. This was going to be a long week.

...

 The rest of the week was pretty hectic trying to keep the two animals entertained while keeping them separated. Sam found if he didn’t want paper things chewed to shreds, he had to hide them really well and even then somehow Poppy managed to find them. Both Alpine and Poppy wanted his attention since their people weren’t there to provide it. Sometimes it only took two minutes for them to get into some sort of trouble. Twice he had to rescue Alpine from on top of a cabinet from Poppy chasing her and three times he had to save the bird from the cat. The biggest trouble happened on the day you and Bucky were due to return home. Sam got up to answer the knock at the door when Poppy and Alpine had another one of their scuffles. When he opened the door to get the package he had been expecting the cat dashed out, followed by the bird.

 “Alpine! Poppy! No!”

 Sam immediately gave chase. The poor cat was so scared; she ran to the nearest tree and climbed up. Poppy was also scared and didn’t know what to do outside. She fluttered and fumbled about and eventually landed on a roof nearby. Now which of the two troublemakers to rescue first? Sam started by climbing up the tree to rescue Alpine and it was just at this moment you and Bucky arrived home. Bucky ran from the car over to where Sam was climbing up.

 “What the hell are you doing?!”

 “Picking apples, what does it look like I’m doing?!” Sam snapped back, making a reach for Alpine.

 “What is she doing up there?! Why didn’t you use your wings to get her down?!”

 “Don’t tell me what to do!”

 You were more concerned by the squawk you heard from the roof.

 “Poppy!” you cried. The bird was in distress and was too afraid to attempt fly down.

 “Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll get her!”

 You and Bucky could only watch as Sam carefully collected Alpine from the branch. He climbed back down, handing the frightened feline back to her owner before climbing back up. The branch was close enough to the roof that Sam could use it to get across. He moved slowly, taking great care not to misstep. Sam made it across and put his hand out to Poppy.

 “Come on, Pops. It’s okay...” he cooed, trying to calm her down.

 “Bite me!” Poppy took a snap at his fingers. Sam managed to grab the bird and put her down his shirt, trying to ignore the pain caused by Poppy’s bites. Now there was a problem. While the tree branch could be used to get onto the roof, it couldn’t be used the other way around. He looked around for another way back down and spotted a drainpipe he could use. Sam made sure the irate cockatoo was secure before he climbed back down to the ground. Poppy wriggled and swore the whole time.

 You sent a glare to Bucky.

 “What? I didn’t teach her those words...”

 You were about to retaliate when Sam finally came down, handing you Poppy. From the opening in his shirt, you could see she had left a lot of scratches on his skin. You held onto the bird and headed inside with the two men and Alpine. It took some time but you and Bucky finally calmed down your animals. You could tell by the look on Sam’s face that he was wracked with guilt.

 “I’m really sorry. I opened the door and just shot out before I could stop them...”

 You went over and hugged him.

 “It’s okay now, Sam. They’re both safe now. They might sulk for a while but they’ll get over it,” you assured him.

 “Are you sure?” You kissed his cheek.

 “Positive. Now, come on. I missed you...”

 Sam smiled and kissed you deeply but was interrupted by Poppy ‘yelling’ at him.

 “You two are trouble, you know that?”

 Alpine meowed at him while Poppy continued yelling.

 “Let’s catch up later,” he sighed.

 Sure enough, you were right. Within the week, the two animals settled down since their owners were home and there were no further incidents of them terrorising each other.

[royalswille]

@ace-bookworm said Button House gets a cat and I said yes and then I wrote this, enjoy.

Buttons’ House

Alison and Mike Cooper had never intended to adopt a cat. After all, Button House was already full to bursting, what with the both of them, eight ghosts living in the main house, an entire village of plague victims in the basement, and the ghost of a pesky pigeon courtesy of their neighbour’s dog. Simply put, there was not enough space to add any more family members to Button House.

So the cat had taken it upon itself to move in.

It had started one morning while Button House was going through its usual morning routine. Alison had woken up, checked the bathroom for ghosts so that Mike could use it without fear, then started the stopwatch for the Captain’s run before putting on a record for Thomas to do his morning dance to. She had filled in a few words on Robin’s crossword, set up Pong for Julian, and put on a classic football match for Pat. In the next room, she had helped Mary with her phonics work, turned to the next page in Kitty and Fanny’s book, and then done the same for Humphrey (or rather, Humphrey’s head – god only knew where his body was). She had arrived downstairs in two minutes and thirty seconds to open the door for the Captain to run in, perfectly timed.

Everything was the same as usual.

“Two minutes thirty, Cap,” Alison said, stopping the timer. “Same as always.”

“Blast,” the Captain said frustratedly. “Are you quite certain of it, Alison? I could have sworn I shaved off a second or two, I really pushed myself on that last corner.”

She shrugged apologetically. “Sorry. I’m just going by what the timer says.”

The Captain harrumphed and peered out the door, beckoning Alison to join him. She did, looking out across the driveway to where he pointed at the gate.

“That’s my problem,” he said, waggling his finger. “The terrain switches from concrete to gravel. If you could just pave over the driveway then I’m quite sure I c– hello.”

The Captain’s tone changed abruptly and Alison raised an eyebrow. “Hello?” she replied, bewildered.

“No, no, not you,” Cap replied, pointing down the driveway again. “Look, over there. It’s a cat.”

Alison squinted and saw that the Captain was quite right. Trotting up the driveway towards the open door, mewing quietly, was a little cat. It was jet black with bright yellow eyes and looked a little tatty with its scraggly fur. As it got closer, Alison could see that its ribs jutted out from under its skin slightly. The cat looked happy enough, but it was very clearly a stray, or badly neglected at the very least.

It stopped just in front of the Captain and sat primly, looking up at him with its eyes squinted serenely.

“Can cats see ghosts?” Alison asked him.

“It would appear so,” he returned. With a painful-sounding cracking of his knees, the Captain crouched down in front of the cat and regarded it. The cat stared back, blinking happily up into the Captain’s face. It attempted to bat at the Captain’s swagger stick, which was hanging from his hands, but its paw went straight through.

“Yep,” Alison said, “it can see you.”

It didn’t appear the Captain was listening to her, because a moment later he pointed his stick at the cat and said, “Now you listen here. It is improper to try and touch a Commanding Officer’s person or belongings. Had you been a soldier – or indeed able to touch me – I should have you punished.”

“Captain, it’s a cat, it can’t understand you,” Alison told him.

He stood up again, knees creaking audibly. “Yes, well. That hardly matters – I am a senior officer and I– oh dear, good Lord, what is it doing now?”

The cat was purring, attempting to rub itself against the Captain’s legs lovingly, but simply passing right through, which only seemed to make it more determined to show the Captain its love. The Captain began to gag, reminding Alison of the ghosts’ inability to touch living things without feeling sick. Quickly, she scooped the cat into her arms and held it close – the Captain stopped his gagging, but the cat continued to purr, nuzzling at Alison’s face.

“It’s very affectionate,” she said through all the fur blocking her face.

“Quite,” returned the Captain, voice a touch more gentle than usual. “Do you think it has a home of its own?”

Alison stroked the cat and frowned. “If it does then it’s not a very good one. Look, you can see all its bones, the poor thing hasn’t eaten in ages. And look at its fur, it’s disgusting. And it stinks.” The cat stopped purring momentarily as if offended. “Sorry.”

“Well,” the Captain said, assuming his usual military-man stance, bouncing once on the balls of his feet, back straight, stick tucked under his arm. “If this creature is in need then perhaps we should provide a home for it.”

“What? No, we can’t do that. Captain, the house is more than full already, we can’t add a cat to the mix.”

“During the war we never left a soldier behind!”

“This is a cat, not a soldier. I’m sure it’ll find a home eventually, just not here.”

As she said it, the cat laid its head upon her shoulder, purring again, eyes closed. It appeared it had decided that in Alison’s arms was the perfect place to go to sleep. Alison had always been a cat person and wanted nothing more than to cuddle the cat, even though it was probably riddled with disease and it stank like rot, but she knew if she did that then the cat would start thinking that Button House was its home. It would start coming back and they couldn’t have that. So with a heavy heart, she gently placed it down on the floor.

“Sorry,” she said to it as it looked up at her sadly. “I’ll feed you just this once because you look like you need it, but that’s it. Right, Captain?”

The Captain muttered something under his breath as he often did when he felt put out, then turned on his heel and left, stretching the way he liked to after his morning run. Alison went the opposite direction, leading the cat to the kitchen to find it something to eat.

It was halfway through the plate of tuna she had laid down for it when Mike came in. He looked down at it, then to Alison, then back at the cat before saying bewilderedly, “I don’t remember getting one of those.”

“That’s because we don’t have one,” Alison told him. She watched fondly as it ate its food – it clearly hadn’t eaten in months judging by the way it wolfed the fish down. “This is a stray, it followed the Captain in this morning after his run.”

“Uh huh,” Mike said slowly, sitting down to watch the cat too. “So why is it in our kitchen?”

“I’m feeding it.”

“Yes, I can see that. Why though?”

“Because,” Alison said emphatically, picking the cat up as it wandered absently towards her, then turning it to face Mike. She held its paws in her hands and wiggled them back and forth like a bad puppeteer. “Look at it! It needed some sort of food otherwise the poor thing would probably die. It’s not like we’re going to keep it, I just wanted to make sure it lived.”

“You remember what happened to my Auntie Barbara,” Mike replied. “She accidentally adopted so many neighbourhood strays that her house was practically overrun with them. And then what happened to her? She died. Because she was allergic to cats and there was so many that it killed her.”

“I never understood why she fed them and stroked them in the first place if she was so allergic,” Alison returned, to which Mike shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. We aren’t keeping it.”

“We don’t get to decide that,” Mike said, “the cat does.”

The cat, from its place nestled on Alison’s lap, meowed in agreement.

“Well, if it shows up again, we just won’t let it in. Agreed?”

“Agreed. We can’t afford another mouth to feed. It is cute though,” he admitted.

“It is, isn’t it?”

Despite how adorable the cat was, Alison let it out the front door. She watched as it obediently walked away, tail a little higher than it had been before, looking healthier and perkier. She knew she shouldn’t have been hoping it would come back, but a little part of her didn’t want to say goodbye.

Luckily, she didn’t have to. The very next morning, she opened the door to let the Captain in from his run (“Two minutes and thirty seconds, Captain, but I think you knew that already.”) and hot on his tail came the cat, smiling as obviously as a cat could.

In spite of her better judgement, Alison took the cat into the kitchen again and fed it once more. She knew she shouldn’t have been, but she was already growing very attached to it. Despite its awful smell and awful condition, she felt a soft spot for it. Absently, she wondered if she should take it to a vet, just to get it checked over and see if it had a home. But she was snapped out of her thoughts by one of the loudest things known to mankind – Lady Fanny Button.

“What on Earth is that disgusting creature doing in my house?!” she shrieked, pointing wildly at the cat, which kept eating its food just as peacefully as before.

“Relax, Fanny, I’m just feeding it,” Alison explained.

“Whyever are you doing that? That creature is clearly a stray, probably riddled with fleas, and you’ve brought it into this house like it’s nothing! It’s going to defile this beautiful house and you shall be the one to blame for it, Alison. I want it gone at once!”

“Fanny, it’s not doing anything, okay? Calm down, look, it’s just having something to eat, it needs it.”

“It is a very small step from eating to… to defecating, young lady!” Lady Button retorted. “I shall not have that thing in my house, ruining everything! Take it away.”

“I thought you liked animals,” Alison tried. “You had Dante when you were alive.”

“Dante was a well-behaved, loving, healthy, clean dog. He was not some stray we just picked up off the street one day because we felt like it!”

“Well,” Alison said, “to be fair, we haven’t picked up the cat because we feel like it, it kind of invited itself in.”

“If anything that makes it worse,” Fanny yelled, sounding appalled. “Not only does it smell ghastly and look unseemly, but it is rude as well. It clearly has no manners. I will not ask again, Alison, take the cat out of this house!”

At that moment, the cat finished eating and turned around to try and bat at the hem of Lady Button’s dress. Though it couldn’t touch it (for obvious ghostly reasons), Fanny screamed and took a few paces back. She started yelling more nonsense at Alison, something along the lines of ‘get it out’ and then ran straight through the wall, out of the kitchen.

Sighing, Alison heaved the cat into her arms, took it through the house again and let it out through the front door just like the previous day. She watched it wander away once more, though this time it stopped in the middle of the driveway to wash its leg briefly. She shut the door behind it and got on with the rest of her day.

It wasn’t until the next day, day three, that Alison realised that the cat situation was likely going to become permanent. When she opened the door for the Captain, he did not run in as usual, so she peered out of the door and saw him crouched in the middle of the driveway, attempting to pet the cat but failing miserably because each time his hand passed right through and he gagged.

She watched for a minute, stifling her laughs so that the Captain didn’t hear her and realise she was watching which would likely make him stop. Soon she was joined by someone else.

“Good morning, Alison,” Kitty said, bounding up to her, smiling as brightly as ever. “How are you today? Oh look – the Captain has made a friend!”

Alison chuckled. “He has. It looks like they’re getting on very well.”

Kitty gasped excitedly then said, “It’s a cat. That means it’s a kitty, just like me!” And without further ado, she skipped over to join the Captain and the cat. The Captain looked mildly disgruntled, their moment having been interrupted, but he smiled as soon as the cat started purring, trying to bat at his swagger stick again and jumping at the bows on Kitty’s dress.

A moment later, Mike joined Alison. He looked out at the cat, watching as it jumped and played with what would seem like nothing to him.

“Are there ghosts out there with it?” he asked Alison.

“Yep,” she returned, popping the ‘p’. “Cap and Kitty. They’ve really taken a shine to it.”

“Well, like I said,” Mike replied, “it is really cute, I don’t blame them. Have any of the others met it yet?”

“Only Lady B,” Alison told him. He raised an eyebrow and she continued, “She wasn’t a fan.”

Mike hummed and a silence fell between them. Alison had been thinking more frequently that they really should take it to a vet. Even though it was happy and eating properly when she fed it, getting it checked over wasn’t a bad idea. It didn’t mean they had to adopt it – it just meant that they could have peace of mind knowing it was alright.

She was just about to say this to Mike, but he got in first and said, “I think we should keep it.”

“What?” she replied, shocked. “Why? Two days ago you were worried it was going to kill you.”

“No,” he said, “I just suggested that it’s a possibility we can’t rule out. But you clearly like it, and I think it’s cute, and if the ghosts like it then maybe it’ll – I don’t know – like, placate them a little.”

“They’re not dangerous, they don’t need placating,” Alison said. “Is this just the same as when you said we should get Netflix to ‘appease’ them after they’d finished watching every DVD we own?”

“No,” he said, sounding too affronted to be telling the truth. “Plus, we won’t be caring for it on our own, will we? We’ve got eight extra pairs of eyes to keep a lookout for it. So we can all look after it, it won’t be just us.”

“Only one of those ghosts can touch anything,” Alison told him. “We’ll still have to clean up its poo and stuff like that. And you’re terrible with poo.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’ll be on poo duty.”

“No. If we’re adopting this cat then we’re sharing poo duty. That’s the price you have to pay.”

The both of them turned to watch the Captain and Kitty playing with the cat again. It jumped up to try and grab the feathers in Kitty’s hair and she giggled delightedly.

“Alison,” she called, “it’s so lovely! Come and play with us, please!”

She turned to Mike. “Okay. We’re keeping it then.”

He tore his gaze away from the cat and smiled. “Yeah. Why not? Let’s do it.”

“Great,” Alison said, clapping her hands. “I’ll call the vet, see if they can get us an appointment to make sure it’s all healthy and see if it’s microchipped. I hope it doesn’t already have a home.”

“If it does then we can just get another one,” Mike said, slipping an arm around Alison’s shoulders. “There’s a shelter not too far away.”

“I like this cat, though. I want this one.”

“Well, we’d better get that vet appointment to see if we can have it then, hm?”

And so, not four hours later, Alison and Mike made their way back to Button House from the vets, the kitten nestled comfortably in the back seat. Their appointment had gone very well – the cat was in surprisingly good health for a stray, they had got it up to date on its vaccinations, and they had determined the cat didn’t have a home. So, to the couple’s delight, it was allowed to stay at Button House.

The house was unusually quiet when they arrived back. That normally meant that all the ghosts were assembled upstairs partaking in one of Pat’s clubs or another. There was the faint sound of scattered applause as Alison walked through the front door – one of them had probably finished giving a speech.

She gently put the cat down on the floor as Mike shut the front door behind them.

“Right, missy,” she said. The vet had also confirmed that the cat was a girl and about six months old. “Welcome home!”

The cat meowed and trotted off down the hallway, seemingly in search of the source of the clapping. Alison wandered after it, and the cat led her upstairs to the common room. She found the ghosts all gathered around together, most of them on the sofa, Julian and Robin by the chess board, and Thomas in full view of all of them, bowing even though their half-hearted applause had long since ceased.

Lady Button was the first to notice the new arrival and she didn’t seem best pleased.

“Alison,” she shouted, standing up and pointing at the cat furiously. “I told you to get rid of that vermin, that vile creature, I do not want it in this house!”

“Now listen here,” interrupted the Captain, brandishing his swagger stick. “That cat happens to be in dire need of our assistance. I think it only right that Alison has brought it inside.”

“And it really is a sweetheart, too, Lady Button,” Kitty gushed.

“You’d probably think a grizzly bear was a sweetheart,” Fanny retorted.

Robin shook his head, saying, “Grizzly bear never sweetheart. Grizzly bear kill my uncle. Was very funny actually.”

“Excuse me,” interjected Thomas, “I still have four more poems I want to perform!”

As happened far too often to be endearing anymore, the ghosts all started yelling over each other, some insisting they get rid of the cat, some insisting it stayed, and Thomas insisting he be allowed to finish his recital. Alison watched them fight, the cat sat at her feet, watching bemusedly too, before finally stepping in after Julian and Thomas started squaring up to one another.

“Alright, alright, enough!” she shouted.

Shouting only worked about half the time, sometimes the ghosts’ arguing would be  so loud that Alison couldn’t even hear herself over it – luckily, this time around the ghosts fell silent and looked towards her expectantly.

���Okay,” she said, “everyone just listen to me. Mike and I decided that we’re going to adopt this cat–”

“Outrageous,” interrupted Lady Button. Alison ignored her.

“We’ve taken her to the vets. She’s in perfectly good shape and she doesn’t seem to have a home, so we’re taking her in. She might need a little TLC before she starts looking…”

“Less like a toilet brush?” suggested Julian, eyeing the cat.

Alison frowned. “Before she starts looking herself. But we’re keeping her, no objections. Okay? She really is lovely, I promise you all.”

“No, no, no,” shrieked Mary, standing up and joining Lady Button as far away from the cat as they could get. “Al’son, you can’t keeps the pussycat.”

“Why is that, Mary?” Alison asked, trying not to sigh.

“Because you’ll’s be branded a witch!” Mary explained, sounding as if it should have been obvious. “If a woman have a cat then she be a witch! They’ll burns you at the stake! I’d know.”

“Mary, lots of people have cats now and they don’t get burned to death. Alright? And you know I’m not a witch.”

“Oh,” Mary said. “Right. Okay then.”

Without further hesitation she crouched down and smiled at the little cat. It purred and tried to bat at her apron. But it appeared Mary took that as an attempt at attack, so she yelped and ran, hiding behind Kitty.

“You can keeps the pussycat, Al’son, but please keeps it aways from me.”

“If you’re quite finished with the witchcraft nonsense,” said the Captain, stepping forward, “then might I ask if this cat has a name?”

“Oh,” Alison said, “well, Mike and I were going to brainstorm later this evening–”

“That seems hardly fair,” Cap returned. “We all live here, we should all name it.”

“Yes,” said Kitty, bouncing up and down. “I think we should call her Princess Snuggles.”

The Captain laughed. “No, thank you, Katherine, that’s a silly name. I was thinking something more like Major Fuzzyboots.”

“And how, pray tell, is that any less silly than Princess Snuggles?” asked Thomas flatly.

“Well, I don’t see what’s wrong with any classic cat names,” Pat said, peering down at the cat. He stretched his hand out to scratch her head, then looked as if he had to hold back vomit, and withdrew his hand. “Something like Luna or Shadow. Something simple, like.”

“Boring,” Robin remarked. “Should call it Cat. Save trouble.”

“No offense, guys, but I think I’m just going to talk it over with Mike,” Alison decided – the ‘all these names are terrible’ wasn’t spoken aloud but was heavily implied and she was sure they got the picture. “We’ll come up with something. Come on, missy.”

Alison hoisted the cat into her arms and was about to head back downstairs with her, when Julian’s voice piped up from behind and said, “Why not call her Buttons?”

The other ghosts made noises of agreement, which was rare.

“Buttons?” Alison said, looking at the cat. “Well, I suppose she does look like a Buttons. And it’s like Button House! Oh, I love it, nice one, Julian.”

He straightened his tie and suit jacket. “Yes, well, if anyone was going to be the one to solve this – uh – cat naming crisis, well then, I suppose it only makes sense that it were me. It’s not the first crisis I’ve solved, not by any stretch of the imagination. Did I ever tell you all about the time, back in eighty-three, when I…”

Alison didn’t stick around to hear the rest of whatever godawful story Julian was planning on telling. She left the room and headed back downstairs to get Buttons some food and tell Mike they’d decided on a name.

Over the next few weeks, Buttons’ presence in Button House seemed to be almost completely accepted by everyone living there. There had been a few unfortunate incidents and teething problems, but nothing that wasn’t fixable.

The first real problem came two days after Buttons’ adoption. Nobody had been able to find Humphrey’s head, which was predictably detached from his body. Kitty remembered placing it down on the kitchen table, but all they found there was Buttons. Everyone had been searching the house (including Mike, though he couldn’t see Humphrey, and Humphrey’s body, which couldn’t see anything at all) but it hadn’t been until Alison had picked Buttons up that the head had been discovered.

It turned out that Buttons had taken quite a liking to Humphrey and decided to sit on him. The problems arose when Buttons obviously couldn’t sit on Humphrey and instead ended up in him, which obscured the head from view completely. And it didn’t help that Humphrey was allergic, something that apparently hadn’t changed in death. His face was red and his eyes were watering when Alison finally picked up Buttons and freed him.

“Oh, thank goodness for that,” Humphrey breathed. “I’ve been shouting for hours, couldn’t anyone hear me?”

“You must’ve been muffled by Buttons’ fur,” Alison suggested. “Sorry Humphrey, I’ll try to stop that from happening again.”

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself, Alison. It’s alright, really. Well, apart from the allergy, and the sick feeling from having something living touch me. But really, no need to go out of your way.”

Another issue was that Robin just didn’t seem to get on with Buttons. She loved him, clearly – in fact, Buttons seemed to adore everyone in Button House (except Mike, for reasons unknown to anybody) – but one day Alison had walked into the common room to see Robin yelling at the cat.

“Oh, you think you so big, so clever. I kill mammoth. I can easy kill little cat!”

“Woah, hey,” Alison said, approaching the two. Buttons was stood on the chess table, gazing up at Robin with nothing short of adoration in her eyes. “Why are you threatening to kill my cat?”

“Ruin chess game,” Robin huffed, jabbing a finger in Buttons’ direction. She tried to pat it and he grumbled, “Go away.”

“She’s just a cat, I’m sure she didn’t mean to.”

“She did. She jump on table and hit all pieces off. Little guy and horsey on floor, me no pick them up!”

Alison did it for him, picking up the chess pieces and placing them on the squares Robin instructed her to. Buttons quickly lost interest, hopped off the table and left the room.

“And stay out!” Robin called after her.

Thomas didn’t seem to be the cat’s biggest fan either. Alison had a sneaking suspicion that his hatred towards her stemmed from the fact that he had been trying to recite yet another unwarranted love poem to Alison but she’d not been paying attention, instead playing with Buttons. She had caught him seeking his revenge later that day, leaning over Buttons as she slept on the sofa, and whispering what sounded like a demand for her to duel him. Alison had decided to avoid that situation altogether and quickly backed out the room.

The only other ghost who wasn’t totally enamoured with Buttons was Julian, who seemed very indifferent on the whole subject. Though Alison did once catch him practising one of his speeches on the cat, who seemed surprisingly attentive.

But for the most part, Buttons was adored. Many a time, Alison came across the Captain or Pat pretending to stroke her or sitting by her as she slept. Kitty and Mary would play with her (though Mary was still a little wary and periodically asked Buttons if she was a witch in disguise). Even the plague ghosts adored her – she had managed to sneak down to the basement when Mike left the door open once, and the ghosts had tried their hardest to adopt her for themselves. They were happy with the agreement they reached with Alison though, that she would let Buttons down there once a week to visit them all.

The biggest surprise of all came one lazy evening when Alison had been on her way to bed, a sleepy Mike in tow. They had passed through the common room where a fire was dwindling in the fireplace. Buttons was curled up in front of it, sleeping soundly, and watching her with a fond expression on her face was Fanny.

Alison smiled and cleared her throat. Fanny looked round, looking a little startled and embarrassed to be caught gazing at the cat she had been so against.

“Alison,” she said, but didn’t seem to have any words to follow it up with.

“Is she growing on you, then, Fanny?” Alison asked, stifling a yawn.

Fanny turned away, facing Buttons again, and said, “Well. She’s certainly no Dante. But I can admit now that she is rather sweet. I suppose it’s alright that she stays here.”

Alison watched as a small smile grew on Fanny’s face, watching the gentle rise and fall of Buttons’ chest.

“Goodnight, Lady B,” she said.

“Goodnight, Alison.”

From then on, all the residents of Button House treated Buttons as if she were all that mattered, even Robin and Thomas, whose grudges quickly wore off. It seemed that despite the fact that Button House was already full to the brim, adding little Buttons made the house a home.

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Golden: Chapter 3~Badass

Summary: Watercolor splashes, and yet all that splashed on your skin was ink, while his was gold. Cold and warm. Sweet and sour. Love and lust. Yet it made so much sense..sadly he couldn’t see it.

Pariing: Min Yoongi X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, inscrurites, smut and some mentions of past toxic relationships. Just poor Yoongi tbh.

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Curled up on your bed, sad music playing in your headphones as you watch the rain hit against the building, watching the drops rundown your bedroom window. The sound of Hoseok coming home from work, made you try to silence your sniffles as you try to shuffle deeper into bed, ignoring the buzzing from ethier Namjoon or Jin. Both after Yoongi had run out, left with jaws dropped that quickly snapped shut as Jin moved to chance after Yoongi as Namjoon moved to sit next to you. You quickly lost your breath, and your mood went sour so you too got up and left, but not before Namjoon had promised he and Jin would ‘talk’ to your so called Soulmate.

Soulmate my ass. You thought as you whipped the tears that were resting on top of your cheek, a soft knock on your door made you shuffle and turn away from the entry of your room. Headphones slipping out, making you grunt as you toss them with your phone onto the floor, too annoyed at the world to even bother with them. When no answer from you came, Hoseok opened the door slowly, the sound making you bring the covers over your head as you hear his feet pad against the wood flooring.

“Y/n? I brought dinner...ladybug?” He asked, making you shuffle as you tried to fight a sniffle, but he still heard you as he stepped further into your room. “What's wrong?” He pushed as he sat down on your bed, letting out another sniffle as you let the tears start to fall again. Shaking your head, you felt his hand on top of your cafe as you tried to kick them away but your body felt weak. It felt broken. So you laid there fighting back a sob, till it came erupting out making Hoseok quickly move to wrap his arms around you, dragging you to lay against his chest as you let out heavy breaths. “Oh Y/n.”   Your back pressed to his front as he tangled his legs with yours, his lips pressed to the back of your head as you heard him inhale, ready to exhale questions.

“Please don’t, I’ll just cry more.” Your words had him letting out a breathy chuckle as he tightened his hold around you, one of his hands moving down your arm. Hand lacing with yours as you brought it to your chest, kissing the knuckles of his fingers making him sigh as he brought his chin to the top of your head. “I hate soulmates.”  Your words were mumbled as you closed our eyes, your body shivering as you heard him softly gaspe at you. You, the one person he’s known not to ever question the soulmate thing, the one who swore up and down that soulmates are the thing in the world that makes every bad thing worth it. You were the person who dreamed, and read about soulmates. Dreamed of one day being able to love someone, even if it was platonically, with every fiber in your being and it feeling just..just right. You made it sound so worth it, worth pain, worth the waiting. Yet the words you had just said, seemed to be so full of positivity it scared him. Your words scared him which made him shake his head as he looked down at the top of your head. There is no way you believed the words that just passed through your slightly chapped lips. No way.

“No you don’t.” He mumbled making you shake your head as you pushed away from him and sat up, your body resting against the headboard of your bed.

“Yes I do. I hate them. I hate the stupid red string of fate. I wish it wasn’t real. I wish it was all fake. I wish I didn’t have the university choosing someone for me. I hate them.” Pain. All that was laced with these words were pain, and it seemed to tunnel through his chest as well as he moved to sit up next to you kicking the sheets down away from the two of you. His body moving to sit criss crossed in front of you as his brown eyes stare at you, your knees pressed to your chest as you feel pain crave itself into your heart as you bury your face into your crossed arms. “Like why? Why are they a thing? Why are we made for someone who we’ve never seen, never met, never loved. I mean look at me, why would someone like me? Let alone love the idea that I’m somehow made for them. Like I look in the mirror some day and wonder why the fuck I’m made the way I am...and who would love me. And I fooled myself in thinking that someone out there is gonna love me. That they will hold me and paint my skin with their love, like my parents. But they see you and run away, not even trying to get to know past these fucking flaws. This fat ugly body. I wish I could’ve been born in a world where soulmates were a dream, and not the other way around, Hoseok.” You look up at him, sniffling as his hand reaches for yours that had fallen to the bed, his fingertips lacing with yours. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath in. “Why did they choses him for me, I thought that black ink color was so beautiful..I thought he thought the gold was beautiful on him too... But I should’ve known it was the sigh of rejection. Of this..this deadly pain. Why did the universe choose him for me?” His eyes blink open to stare at you, his eyes filling with his own tears as he gives you a frown.

“Cause, you are gonna be his everything one day. One day he’s gonna know every little thing about you. He’s gonna know how you are addicted to coffee and sour candy, and how you have this love for animals that goes far more than others. He’s gonna see the good and the bad in you and still smile. He’ll learn how to make you laugh, how to stop your tears. He’s gonna cause the greatest heart breaks in your life, and the most beautiful moments in your life. He is gonna be so lucky to even have every single ounce of your love, cause I know how lucky I am to just get the silver of the love you have.” he smiles at you, moving closer to cup your face making you look at him, glossed over eyes, red nose and chewed lips. “One day you’ll know everything about him, one day him running away will make sense to you. It’s not gonna hurt any less.  But you’ll be able to forgive him, because you’ll know his smile. His laugh. Y/n, he’ll know you as nothing but the woman who loves him so passionately, so deeply that he knows he’ll be able to just fall into you and you’ll make sure to  give him nothing but protection from the darkness around him. Do you know what being Gold means?” His question had you shaking your head as he chuckled, as he got up on his knees and pressed his forehead to yours before pulling away. “Gold..gold is the love that people dream of. It's like watching the sunrise after a gloomy day, it's that hug you get after a devastating day. It’s what your books you read about come from. To be someone's gold, it to be the air they breathe, the bed they sleep in and the one being in this world that they can tell their deepest secret too. Y/n you’re that person he dreams about when he needs to calm down. So don’t double yourself. Don’t throw away your idea of the red string of fate, cause you and I both know how worth this pain is gonna be, especially when you can finally call him yours.”

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Scrubs, the best pieces of clothing ever made. You swear by it, swear by them. Not only do they have so many pockets,more than you can count sometimes but the way they breathe has always made working long shifts easier.  You were at the front, your head peeking over Joy's shoulder seeing the patient chart of the day, your fingers crossing, hoping for no walk-ins.  Sighing you see Jimin walking to the still locked door as the clinic hasn’t opened yet, moving you open the glass door for him to be greeted with a brown small poodle in his arms. Your head tilts in confusion, as he hands you the dog, realization crosses your face as you look at your best friend with wide eyes as you pull the six month old male puppy closer to your chest.

“I forget to tell you didn’t I.” His eyes slightly wide, dark bags under them as he moves to the back, your body trailing after him as he places his stuff down in the break room. “She surrendered him, now I have a foster. He’s name is Holly.” Nodding you nuzzled your nose into the top of his head making him slightly brack at you, licking your cheek as you let out a giggle.

“He is adorable, how anyone could mistreat you or any little baby like you blows my mind.” You said, slipping into a baby voice making the poodle's tail start to rapidly wag as his body started to wiggle making you fight back a laugh as the head Vet came in, Minho. His eyes move to the puppy in your arms, and he smiles quickly moving to pat the top of his head as he looks at you.

“Busy day, and you are with me most of it.” Nodding you gave Holly back to Jimin, who was greeted with a wiggle amount of kiss making both you and Minho chuckle as the two of you leave the room. “We have three spays, a mass removal, and an eye removal scheduled for us today. Luckily we have Mina here today to pick up some of the other scheduled surgeries today as well. Bless that woman.” His eyes gleam at the mention of her, the memory of blues and teal hues painting across their skin had you thinking of the inky black. Thinking of Yoongi, and your thoughts slipped before you could stop them.

“I met my soulmate the other day.” Your word seemed to have made the still closed clinic freeze as you hear a gasp, and the sound of scuffing shoes making you look behind you to see Johnny had stumbled slightly from walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes widen as you  press your hand to your mouth, processing that you had just outly admitted that you had indeed found the one.

“Holy shit...I’m sorry..does Jimin know?” Johnny says, making you shake your head slowly as you look at Minho. His lips parted as the chart in his hand slightly dropped. Johnny's smiles grow as he lets out a loud yes, making you giggle as he points to you. “I know something before that little shit! Finally!” Sighing you watch as he moves to the back making you shake your head as you turn back to Minho. A large smile on his face as he looks at you, his eyes closing for a second till he takes a deep breath and the two of you start walking to the first exam room when the sound of the door dinging entered your ears.

“Congratulations, I feel like it was just yesterday you were interning here to get your hours to pass your tech class. Now here you are, one of the best techs I’ve ever had and you're the first of my techs to find the one. I hope he treats you well.”

“Same here.” You said with an honest breath, your eyes closing when you hear it, the loud gasp and the sound of a cup slamming against a table.

“Y/n found her what, and told your dumbass before me? Yo little bitch get your fat ass over here! I just want to talk!” _____________________________________________________________

“Moon!” Jin said with a smile on his face as you walked into the coffee shop, a smile spreading on your face as he pulled you into a side hug. Chuckling as you slid into your chair, your hand rubbing the back of your neck, your scrubs slightly tightening as you moved.  Looking you see soft caring eyes staring at you, his head tilted making you shake your head as he sat next to you. “I’m so sorry that he..I..I could beat his ass.” His words had your eyes widening as you grabbed his hand, making his closed eyes snap open as he stared at you. “He..he’s not a bad person just..I want you to find out things on your own but at the same time I need to at least let you know that it really isn’t it. He was with someone before and she..she literally tore him apart. He’s scared, and when he saw what color he put onto your skin seemed to make his fear worse..just know it isn’t you.” Smiling softly at the older male you squeezed his hand tighter.

“I get it I guess..I..I mean it made me feel like shit but I just have to think of the color I put onto his, its gold. I’m supposed to help him make his life golden, better, more positive. At least that's what I believe.” Your words had him shocked, as he pulled back and sat up straight, his smile growing as he looked at you.

“I’m so happy you said that. I was so scared, scared that you’d hold this over him. This fear of loving someone again.” He pauses as a boy brings a cup of black coffee out and sets it in front of you. His ash blonde hair falling in his eyes as he smiles at the two of you, as you take a sip you see a dark clad figure walk in. Your body seems to vibrate, making your eyes close as you place the mug down and look to Jin, his own eyes widening as he moves to get up. “You..just stay put.” Nodding you open your phone to distract you from the warm feeling spreading through your body, the shivers.

Taking a deep breath you hear hush whispers, and the clicking of someone typing on a laptop, laughter of a few friends and the sound of the espresso machine. Taking a deep breath you scroll through instagram, your other hand grasping the black hot mug. Hearing the scuffing of shoes, you look up to see downcasted coffee colored eyes. His hands dug deep into the pockets of his large coat, his ripped jeans showed just how thin his legs were making you slightly self conscious with how big yours were compared to his. Shaking your head you slip your phone into your scrub top pocket, he rocks a bit on his heel as you cast your eyes to the seat Jin was once in. He nods as he quickly sits down, your hand bringing the coffee up to your lips, sipping as you push a piece of your hair back behind your ear as he clears his throat.    

“So..your name is Y/n?”  His question made you nod as you let out a slightly cough as you look balck up to see Jin had set down another cup of coffee and a lemon cake for you making you smile at him.     

“You're Yoongi?” You ask after watching the board man leave, he nods as he clears his throat again and pulls the mask he had resting around his face off as his hands move to run through his black hair. “I’m not mad..about what happened.” You blurted out, your eyes closing as you mess with the mug in front of you. “I mean it hurt me a little..no actually it hurt me a lot. But I’m not mad.” Looking up you see him staring at you with parted lips and wide eyes, his hair slightly messed up, making you want to reach up and fix it. Let out a breath, place your hand onto the table, palm up. His eyes cast down to it, your chubby fingers making his thin ones crave to hold them, touch them. The fire in him matching your own, so he falls into it. His breathing slightly speeds up as he lifts one of his hands, letting it fall into your plan, watching the sparkling gold color spread across his hand as you wrap your fingers around his hand. Watching the black ink spread across your skin, made a smile lift on your cheeks as he looked as if he was gonna run again making you tighten your grip.

“Why are you smiling? It looks like I’m gonna kill you.” He whispers making you shake your head, the gold color climbing up higher on his skin as the black ink fades out slightly at the end of your wrist.

“I like it. Make me feel badass.” Your words had his eyes closing as he smiles softly shaking his head as you now hear your new favorite sound, his chuckle, entered your ears. “I like that sound.” You mumble making his eyes shoot up, as his cheeks begin to dust with a soft pink color as he looks down at his coffee slipping his hand away from yours for a second as he takes a big gulp of coffee. His hand quickly snatching yours before you could slip it back into your lap.

“I like holding your hand...makes me feel badass too.” Smiling brightly at him, you rest your head against the palm of your free hand as you look at him, his eyes doing the same. Though they flickered down to your hands every few seconds, as if to see the color disappearing, fading. Clearing his throat you watch him shift a bit as he looks at you, his lips parting as he closes his eyes for a second then opening them up again. “Are you a nurse?”

“Oh uhh no, not for humans at least. I’m a vet tech.” You chuckle slightly at your own joke as you sit up, your hand slightly slipping from his making him tighten his grip on your hand.           

“So you work with animals, that's cool. I..I make music.” He said, his eyes moving around as if trying to think about how to talk. You couldn't help but coo at his shy nature, his thumb moving to rub against the back of his hand as you look over to see Jin and Namjoons eyes on you. Rolling your eyes you look back to Yoongi and squeeze his hand and pull away.

“I’m gonna pay for our coffees, then we can go on a walk so those two,” You pauses as the two of you look at your idiot friends, “Don’t eavesdrop, and scare us.” Your words had him chuckling till he registered that you were gonna pay, making him shoot up and grab your arm gently.   

“I can pay.”     

 “You have a lift time to pay for things for me. Let me do it first.” Your words were soft, his eyes wide in shock as he nodded, his head looking downward as you moved to the front and pulled your card out. Paying , you see Jin smirking as Namjoon chuckles as he swipes your card. “Stop laughing, not funny.” 

“No but its fucking cute.” Namjoon said, making you roll your eyes as you shake your head, turning around you walk back up to the black haired man as you lace your fingers with his.  

“Where too?” he asks, making you smile brightly at him , though nervousness is hidden deep in his eyes as he looks around and up to the cloudy sky. You couldn’t help but swing your hand as you left the coffee shop.

“Anywhere as long as it's with you.”

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drabble 4 with hyunjae and could you make it very fluffy? :3

hello, soulmate (the boyz hyunjae x reader)

author note: hyunjae could literally be breathing and he’d still be the most handsome man

drabble 4: “i don’t know how I managed to live so long without you.”

(note: bold - hyunjae, normal - you)

soulmates were a common phenomenon in your world. some were connected by a red string of fate, others were connected by taste. you, my dear friend, were connected with your soulmate through your thoughts. kind of basic, but at least you didn’t have to suffer through vague dreams like your friend eric, or their taste buds like sunwoo. the only downhill to your bond was that you couldn’t tell each other your names because it didn’t work like that. fate would eventually just work itself out.

it was kind of nice, you guys had conversations whenever you could. your soulmate was a college student who was trying their best in become a vet and worked very hard. despite the stress of studying in the medical field, you would pop up and try to crack jokes so he could have a little laugh. needless to say, your interactions with him made his day.

“ew! my soulmate just ate mustard and broccoli,” sunwoo screamed at the lunch table.

“no one cares,” eric shot back.

as you watched your best friends bicker, you thought to yourself, idiots.

ive been stuck listening to my friends argue about how much carrots they can shove up their nose. im gonna shove kevin off a cliff.

don’t do it buddy, you’ll be sent to jail for attempted murder. how will we be able to see each other if you’re in jail?

well if i make the news, you’ll be able to know what i look like and we can meet up at my cell.

you chuckle out loud which causes the bickering to stop.

“what’s gotten you so cheery?” sunwoo eyes you suspiciously.

“shes probably talking to her soulmate,” eric replies. eric makes a kissy face at sunwoo, “hEy bAbe i wAs jUst tHiNkIng oF yOu cAuse You Know, wE cAn tALk to EacH oTher!!”

sunwoo laughs at eric’s impression of you, and starts to laugh even harder after you threw a baby carrot smack in the middle of eric’s face.

“seriously though (y/n), you’re pretty lucky to have a convenient bond. are you close to meeting him yet?” sunwoo questionied.

you sighed,” no, not yet. i wanna meet him soon though, all i know is that he goes to some university in seoul and likes coffee at the cafe near his campus.”

eric’s eyes widen, “wait, there’s a twosome coffee shop near this university down the street!”

sunwoo gasped and shook eric by the shoulders, “eric, you’re useful for once!!” ignoring the offended look on eric’s face, he turns to you, “once school’s done, it’s gonna be spring break. you know what that means?”

“movie nights and sleepovers while we procrastinate on our homework?” you questioned.

“no, you idiot, we’re gonna go to that coffee shop everyday so you could see your soulmate!” sunwoo says.

once it registered in your mind, you gasped, “wait, we might be able to see my soulmate?!”

“i knew my days of skipping school would come in handy one day,” eric smirked.

time skip

you were in your last period, daydreaming as your teacher lectured.

aish.. i’m really craving an iced americano right now.

the bell had rung and you ran out the classroom to meet up with sunwoo and eric, who coincidentally had the last period together. “guys, my soulmate likes iced americanos. we have to go, NOW,” you said. eric and sunwoo nodded before you guys dashed off to the cafe down the street of your guys school.

the door opened and bell chimed, the baristas greeted you as you guys walked in. 

“okay, i’ll keep watch by sitting at that table in the corner. since you invited us here, you’re paying, (y/n),” sunwoo said as he walked off to the said table.

“while you’re ordering, i’ll keep watch for anyone who’s ordering an iced americano. by the way, i don’t drink coffee so can you get a whole chocolate cake? we’re gonna be here for a while, thanks (y/n)! you’re the best,” eric patted your shoulder and shoved you in line.

you cried on the inside as you ordered two iced mochas and a whole chocolate cake for here. the cashier looked at you weirdly, “and your name?”

“(y/n),” you said and looked at his nametag, “thanks... kevin?!”

kevin looked taken aback before eyeing you, “do i know you?”

“oh.. haha,” you sheepishly laughed, “sorry, um.. it just sounded familiar..”

“oookkaaayyy, that’ll be 40,000 won,” he said as you handed him your card, “we’ll call you when your drinks are ready...”

after he dissappeared to the back, you ran up to sunwoo and slammed your hands on the table, making him scream out of fright, “guys. i think that barista is my soulmate’s friend. he talked about some dude named kevin.”

“oh for real?? ask him if he has a friend that likes iced americanos!!” eric said energetically as he scarfed the cake.

“yeah, like he probably doesn’t have 50 friends who like iced americanos. what if he doesn’t even have friends?” sunwoo replied as he rolled his eyes.

“(y/n)! your drinks are ready,” kevin called out.

“ask him!” eric whispered out loud.

as you walked towards the counter to pick up the drinks, you stood there and looked at him. kevin, already a bit weirded out by your behavior from earlier asked, “do you need anything else...?”

“do you have any friends that like iced americanos?” you questioned.

“okaaayy so I don’t know if you know this but my friends are in college, you’re a high schooler based on your uniform. im not gonna partake in pedophilia.”

“listen man, our friend has a soulmate who goes to this cafe and orders a nasty battery acid drink during his break so god help us!” eric shouted as sunwoo tried to desperately hold him back.

“we’re seniors,” you added in quickly.

kevin sighed and pinched his nose bridge while he thought hard, “are you sure it’s this cafe?”

“yes, im sure because he goes to a cafe near his college, and there’s a college near here, right?” you said.

“yeah...” kevin deeply sighed, “i have a few friends who drink iced americanos.”

“who were you with earlier when you tried to see how much carrots you could shove up your nose?”

kevin chokes on his spit, “how did you know that?!”

“im connected through my soulmate by thoughts,” you replied.

he gasped in realization, “wait, my friend named-“

“kevin, get back to work and stop flirting with the customer!! one more warning and you’re fired!!” a voice boomed from the back.

kevin jumped before looking at you sheepishly, “sorry (y/n), i gotta go,” and ran off to the cashier station where an annoyed lady was waiting.

you groaned before grabbing the drinks and plopping down at the table.

“so all we know is that he does have a friend who’s your soulmate but we didn’t get a name,” sunwoo said. you guys all sighed in unison before sadly sipping on the drinks.

spring break went past quickly, and there was no sign of your soulmate visiting at the coffee shop. heck, you couldn’t even hear his thoughts anymore.

“it’s okay, (y/n), you’ll see him eventually,” eric reasoned as sunwoo pat your back.

you sighed deeply as you sipped on an iced americano at the cafe. this sucks, why can’t my soulmate just come in and order already?

at seoul university (lol just go with it), hyunjae was writing notes down at the library when kevin strolled in with Jacob and plopped down at the table.

kevin sighed dramatically before leaning back on his chair, “there’s this trio of high schoolers who won’t stop coming to the cafe im working at and they keep staring at me!! the girl says that her soulmate goes there and orders an iced americano, kinda creepy but i appreciate her dedication to meet him. says they have a soulmate link by their thoughts, isn’t that kinda like yours?”

hyunjae mumbles, “an iced americano sounds great. haven’t been able to get it from your work since ive been studying for finals” before a voice in his head says this sucks, why can’t my soulmate just come in and order already? hyunjae drops his pen in shock. “wait, kevin, are they still there?” hyunjae questioned.

“hm, probably, why?” kevin replies. the two piece the information together before kevin gasps as he punches Jacob out of excitement. “oh my god, is that your soulmate?! go get them tiger!!” kevin cheered with Jacob (who was very confused). hyunjae packed up his stuff and dashed out of the library and to the cafe. once he reached the cafe and pushed open the door widely, a few customers glanced but went back to their own business.

hyunjae slowly strolls before saying rather loudly, “can i please order an iced americano?” while subtlely glancing around the shop. a few gasps were heard and he found a trio of high school uniforms. he made eye contact with you and felt like time had stopped.

there you were, in all your glory, with slightly ruffled up hair and dark eye bags. even though you looked like you just woke up, you still looked incredibly cute. his heart beat erratically at the sight of your beautiful self before he gulped and walked up to you.

sunwoo and eric caught wind of the situation and shoved each other out of the table as you were trying to hold back a smile. hyunjae cleared his throat because thinking, i wish my soulmate knew how cute they are.

you grinned and said, “i wish my soulmate knew how they are too,” you stood up and held out your hand, “hi soulmate. im (y/n). it’s really, really nice to meet you.”

hyunjae smiles as he took your hand and pulled you into an embrace. “i don’t know how i managed to live so long without you.” he breathed out as he wrapped his hands around your frame. “im hyunjae, but you can just call me yours from now on.”

[shyvioletcat]

okay so like i know it was like just supposed to be a one time thing, but can you add to the emt/er Rowaelin or could you do more of the er/emt for them please

I’ve had this almost done for ages... I have no excuse. Also I am not vet or doctor so don’t shoot me. Part 1. 

~~~~~

Aelin sighed as she flicked through the magazine in front of her. She’d read it cover to cover at lest 5 times, but tonight was slow and she had nothing else to do. And without a distraction her mind just kept going over what Rowan had said the last time he had been in the ER.

“It’s just an added bonus.”

“What is?”

“Seeing your pretty face.”

Aelin slammed the magazine closed and groaned as she recalled what had happened next. She’d been so flustered by his words that her only response had been to laugh, then she hadn’t been able to look him in the eye before he’d left. And laugh was a generous description, it was more of a strangled choking noise. Rowan hadn’t been in since. Aelin wasn’t quiet sure what she would do if he did turn up, but hopefully it wouldn’t be that again.

The sound of rushing feet had Aelin sitting up a bit straighter. It seemed he had been summoned by her thoughts because Rowan appeared. Instinctively Aelin looked him over searching for the injury. There was none she could see. Aelin crossed her arms over her chest pushing that awkwardness deep, deep down.

“Who was it this time?” Aelin asked.

“No one, it’s not me,” Rowan said.

Aelin cocked her head in question.

“Can you come out to my truck?”

“Why?” Aelin said.

“She’s in my truck,” Rowan explained.

“You can’t bring her in?”

Rowan rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think that would be very hygienic.”

“It’s an animal?” Aelin blurted.

Rowan nodded. “The vet is closed and she’s cut pretty bad.”

“Alright, I’ll grab some stuff,” Aelin jumped up then and grabbed one of the portable hospital first aid kits. At the last second she thought to grab a hand held electric shaver as well. Then she followed Rowan out to the carpark.

He seemed nervous, concerned. Aelin just hoped she could help whoever was in his truck. Aelin had never seen Rowan’s truck, but now that she had it would be very hard to miss. It was a big, red, beat up thing, and looked pretty old. She assumed that Rowan kept it going by sheer stubbornness. He opened the passenger door and Aelin saw a cat, fluffy with splotches of orange, brown and black over her, but it had little white socks and white on its nose and down it’s chest. Then added to that there were what looked like tabby marking on it as well. It was a very pretty cat.

The cat mewled at Rowan as he opened the door.

“Pearl, it’s ok,” Rowan said as he rubbed at her chin. “Sorry for leaving you.”

Something about seeing Rowan be so gentle with the animal had her heart squeezing.

“What’s wrong?” Aelin asked softly, trying to keep the cat calm.

“She’s got a cut on her back leg, I think she was playing around in the barn and maybe a nail was sticking out. I thought it might need stitches,” Rowan explained. “I would have taken her to the vet but they’re closed and the on call vet is already on call out of town. I just... maybe can you help?” Rowan all but rambled.

“Can you bring her out to the tray so I can get a good look?” Aelin asked. It was dark out but Rowan had conveniently parked under one of the lights in the car park.

Aelin watched as Rowan lifted Pearl out of the car as gently as he could and Aelin laid out a disposable mat. Then Rowan laid the cat down, the poor thing mewling sadly.

“I know, I know,” Rowan said, patting the cat again.

Under the light Aelin could see what the problem was. There was a pretty nasty gash on the cats back thigh. Well she assumed that’s where it was, she wasn’t acquainted with the specifics of cat anatomy. It would need to be closed up so she didn’t lose any more blood or get an infection. Aelin took two heartbeats to come to her decision.

“Alright, this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to shave away some of the fur, then close the wound. I obviously can’t sedate her in anyway, so you’re going to have to keep her calm and as still as you can. Can you do that?”

Aelin didn’t doubt that he could and Rowan nodded.

Aelin started up the clippers, “Here we go.”

Rowan large hands held down the cat, even when she nipped and yowled her distress. Aelin shaved away the hair around the wound before cleaning with a mild antiseptic she hope would be fine to use on cats. Then she opened a pack of Dermaclips, gently but firmly sticking them to the cat’s skin. Without the poor thing being sedated Aelin didn’t want to use a needle and thread and this way the vet could easily fix any of Aelin’s flaws. Aelin pulled the tabs and closed the wound, Rowan still comforting the distressed feline. Then she pulled out a bandage lifted Pearl’s leg slightly so she could start wrapping it. The cat hissed but Aelin kept going, she needed to make sure the cat didn’t attack the wound if she left it uncovered.

“Almost done,” Aelin said, securing the bandage.  “There.”

Rowan gave the cat a little more space and she immediately sat up to look at her leg.

“Please take her to the vet, I have no idea if what I did was okay,” Aelin said removing her rubber gloves.

“I will, it just wanted to get the wound closed,” Rowan said as he bundled the cat against him.

“She’s lovely,” Aelin said as she packed up her things. “How old is she?”

“About three, she’s a rescue so I’m not exactly sure,” Rowan said.

“Oh, I have a dog about the same age,” Aelin said. “She’s struggling a bit with the move to a place with a tiny backyard.”

“Yeah? You should bring her out to the farm sometime, let her run,” Rowan offered. “I should get Pearl home.”

Aelin smiled at the cat who still looked royally pissed off. “Good thinking.”

“See you around, hopefully not here,” Rowan said and climbed into his truck, still murmuring to Pearl comfortingly.

Aelin grabbed her things and headed back to the hospital. She was almost at the doors when she realised Rowan hadn’t given her his address, turning back she saw he was well and truely gone. His offer seemed very genuine, and Aelin would very much like to see the farm that caused him so much trouble. Rowan may not have given her his address, but she knew where to find it.

~~~~~

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[secret-engima]

You’re probably gonna be mad I’m asking, but what happens to Cloud-as-Prompto when Cor and the other citadel adults figure out his home situation?

*sigh-laughs* I’m not mad, I’ve known for a while now that Tumblr is filled with enablers and the moment I yote a new AU into existence it would get asks about it XPP. Alright then buckle up NEW FICLET:

-It takes them a while to figure it out, not because Cloud/Prompto is ... particularly hiding it, he just makes sure to never mention it because he doesn’t want any drama and the adults at first assume everything is fine.

-When Prompto stays over for sleepovers with his new friend the Prince, they are mostly concerned with security, not with the boy’s home life. They assume his parents gave permission, because- well- the Citadel, of course their child would be safe there.

-But then he keeps coming over for sleepovers more and more frequently, to the point one day Cor sits up and realizes he hasn’t seen anyone take Prompto HOME in about two weeks now and THAT raises red flags. He discreetly asks around and all the servants confirm that no, Prompto hasn’t gone home in two weeks. He goes to school with Prince Noctis and then comes to the Citadel with him.

-Alarm bells fully ringing now, Cor goes to ask Prompto about it himself, because surely there’s an explanation that isn’t the one poisoning the tip of his tongue.

-Prompto looks up from the video game he’s playing with Noctis when Cor enters, and something in Cor screams. He’s been politely avoiding the boy for the most part, one because his job does genuinely keep him busy and two because he doesn’t want to ... put expectations on the boy that shouldn’t be there. This is not the baby he gave away for the boy’s own safety, not the baby he grew so attached to hauling him out of the lab and to safety in Insomnia over the course of months. This boy is one who has been raised from age 1 in a loving, proper home environment, who has no memory of who Cor is beyond the “Immortal” persona the media touts. Cor SHOULD be looking at a happy, gentle child, if a shy, quiet one from all reports of the servants.

-So why is he looking into the eyes of a soldier?

-Noctis pauses their game and bounds up, eagerly asking why Cor has come to visit. Cor idly pats Noctis’s head without taking his eyes off Prompto, who stares back with assessing blue eyes. There is warmth there, a sort of trust Cor assumes must come from Noctis’s stories (because there is no way the boy remembers those months on the run, no way), but aside from that spark, there is no childishness. No naivety. He doesn’t see the shyness the reports mention, he sees the cool assessment of a soldier, watching the world for threats.

-Cor begins to feel sick.

-He hides it and gently asks Prompto about what he’s noticed, about the two weeks of unbroken sleepover, and does Cor need to call his parents? Is everything alright? They DO know where he is, don’t they?

-Prompto shrugs, like it doesn’t matter. He tells Cor that everything is fine, Zack (Prompto’s nickname for Noctis, though Cor has no clue as to the logic behind it) just wanted him to stay over this long, that’s all. No, Cor doesn’t need to call his parents, everything is fine, he likes being in the Citadel with his friend.

-Prompto doesn’t answer the last question. Cor asks it again. Prompto’s gaze flickers away with something akin to ... hurt. Not the guilt of a child, but the unease and simmering anger of someone who is thinking “why now? Why do you care now?” and Cor feels dread as Prompto shrugs.

-That’s not an answer, he tells Prompto.

-Prompto sighs and shrugs again, “I left them a note. I don’t know if they’ve read it by now or not. Depends on if they came home before heading to their next conference.”

-And Cor’s world drops out from under him.

-Cor asks more questions until Prompto seems to get distressed and suddenly Noctis is there, bristling protectively, a too-old glint of magic in his eyes that only happens when a genuine tantrum of all tantrums is on the way. Noctis tells Cor to get out and Cor evacuates. He has research to do anyway.

-It takes him a week to compile all the clues and reports and evidence (a week Prompto spends with Noctis, a still unbroken “sleepover” that is now alarming in its length). It takes him several hours in the training room before he is sane enough to present his findings to Regis.

-He glares at Regis and Clarus the entire time they read. Tries very, VERY hard not to sound accusing when he asks what they want to do now (tries hard not to let his fury leak into his voice or manner, his urge to scream at them because THEY were the ones who vetted the couple that adopted Prompto, THEY were the ones who were supposed to know what decent parents looked like and pick a good home life for the baby Cor brought home, not the child soldier, not Cor, and look at where it’s led).

-He is mildly gratified by the look of guilt on Clarus’s face and the horrified anger on Regis’s.

-The Argentums are a very respected couple, upstanding members of their community, hard workers, and donators to charity. They are well liked by their colleagues and peers, trusted by their employers to the point they get sent often on business trips on behalf of the company, and while they are by no means RICH, they are comfortably middle class.

-None of the people Cor’s agents had interviewed, not even the ones who considered themselves close friends of the Argentums, even knew they had a child. If it weren’t for the school attendance records, yearly checkups at the local hospital, and periodic purchase of toys for Christmas and birthdays, there would be no evidence that Prompto Argentum even EXISTED.

-Toys were not a replacement for love and presence in a child’s life, and the Argentums were definitely NOT doing that.

-“Cor-” Clarus starts, Cor growls at him, feral and furious and hurting, his fingers itching with the memory of holding the child he saved from that lab, his heart shuddering with the memory of how the boy had reached for him and cried when he handed him off to what Cor had been PROMISED would be loving, gentle parents.

-“You will FIX this,” Cor snarls wetly.

-Regis nods, his magic unfurling to settle on Cor’s shoulders like an apology and sympathetic anger all in one, “We will contact child services immediately and have him removed form their custody. I will personally ensure this is kept quiet and away from the media. The Argentums are not ... unreasonable people. Once they are shown the evidence of their own- their own neglect, I’m certain they will give him up without a fight. We’ll find suitable-.”

-“You will give him to me.” Clarus and Regis stop and stare at Cor. Cor who’s hands are balled into shaking fists and his lungs stinging with the fury he thought he’d worked out in a training room, “We did it your way and Prompto has been neglected all his life. Give him to me.”

-Regis’s lips thin in worry, “Cor, raising a child is- a huge responsibility, they require a great deal of time-,”

-“Time the Argentums never spent?”

-“There is also security to think of, it has been seven years since you broke into that lab, but there is still a chance someone will look at his age and realize what he is.”

-Cor can feel his teeth grinding, “Just say it’s because he’s Noctis’s friend. I took him in for security purposes, to ensure the prince’s best friend was well protected. He can even keep the Argentum surname. He looks like them, no one will think of the lab baby that disappeared.”

-Clarus reached out and gently touched Cor’s shoulder, “And if he does not want to live with you? You’re a stranger to him, Cor. A FAMOUS and intimidating stranger.”

-Cor comes so close to punching Clarus in the mouth it’s a miracle he doesn’t. He shakes off Clarus’s hand and storms out, back to the training rooms to try to get a measure of his sanity back.

-The entire process is kept very, very quiet. With the king himself backing the order and Prompto’s original origins weighing in the back of their minds, the Argentums fold to the claims and give up Prompto without a fight. Cor thinks there is genuine regret and heartbreak in their eyes, genuine surprise and horror when their crimes are listed before them. As if they hadn’t realized until that moment just how MUCH time they spent away from the house and the little boy they claimed to love. Cor feels nothing but anger toward them.

-Prompto is informed of his removal from their custody only after the fact and he goes very, very still. Something cold lingers in blue eyes as he quietly asks if he’s going to be placed in the foster system. Cor is angry again that Prompto doesn’t ask about his parents, doesn’t demand to go back to his “mom” and “dad” (is angry that he calls them “the Argentums”, like he never thought of them as parents in the first place). Noctis is clinging to his best friend with wide eyes and instantly begs Regis to adopt “Cloud” so they can be brothers. Regis smiles sadly and explains he can’t do that, it would put a spotlight on Prompto that he doesn’t need, and that Prompto deserves to go to new parents who can spend time with him.

-“I don’t want them.” Everyone stops and looks at Prompto. Prompto glares at the floor, works his jaw and carefully outlines each word on his tongue before saying it, “I don’t want to go to new parents. My last ones didn’t care, what will make the new ones any different? They’ll keep me away from Zack. Or just want to adopt me for my connection to the royal prince. I don’t want new parents.”

-Regis reaches out a hand and starts to gently explain that Prompto HAS to have parents, that this time will be better, Prompto just hunches his shoulders and glares harder at the floor. There is something cold and broken in those blue eyes, something Cor KNOWS down to the fibers of his soul.

-Why do I bother saying anything when I know no one will listen to what I want anyway? My opinion doesn’t matter.

-I don’t matter.

-He’d seen those eyes in the mirror for a very, very long time until he ran away and joined the Crownsguard at thirteen, desperate enough to MAKE something of himself, to BE someone, that he was willing to risk death in the military. If only because joining was HIS choice, not someone else’s.

-Cor is speaking before he can think better of it, “What do you want then?”

-Every stops and stares at him. Noctis is already beaming hopefully at Cor, and Prompto looks ... surprised, wary. Cor kneels down in front of the seven year old, equalizing their heights as much as he can, and murmurs seriously, “You need a guardian of some kind, it’s the law. But if you don’t want new parents, what DO you want? Is there anyone- is there anyone you would prefer as a caretaker? One of your teachers, or ... even one of the servants here in the Citadel? We could ask if they would be willing to adopt you. At least until your age of majority.”

-Prompto stares at him, the looks down at the floor. He blinks rapidly as tears start to form and mutters something Cor could have sworn was “stupid child hormones” under his breath before sniffling loudly and ....

-Reaching out to tentatively hook his fingers around Cor’s sleeve.

-“Can I ... pick you?” Blue eyes peer at him shyly, cautiously, “Can I pick you as my guardian?” And Cor feels like his chest is going to burst.

-He wants to say yes instantly, but instead he asks, “Are you sure? You don’t know me. I am the Marshal of the Crownsguard, my duties will keep me very busy. I WILL make time for you whenever you need, but I won’t be able to spend as much ... as much time with you as you deserve.”

-Prompto’s lips twitch into something like a smile, “You’re safe,” he whispers and then looks away like he’s embarrassed. Then he opens his mouth and shatters Cor’s world, “You took me away from the- the men in white coats, and the cold, and the green.” The boy shudders with MEMORY that he should have and glances at Cor again, “I trust you.”

-And Cor can’t breathe.

-Regis and Clarus both look like a stiff wind could knock them over (just like how Cor feels) and Regis manages a strangled, “You were just a baby...”

-And Prompto shrugs, lets go of Cor’s jacket to fidget with the band around his wrist (that covers his barcode, covers the one visible remaining sign of the trauma and experiments they had done to him and oh ASTRALS how much does the boy remember), “It hurt a lot. People remember things that hurt better than they remember nice things. It was cold, and ... scary. They kept making me sick. Then Cor came. He picked me up and took me away. He brought me here and ... I know the Argentums weren’t very good parents. But they never hurt me. They never-” Prompto’s eyes blow wide and his breath stutters like he’s remembering something truly terrible and he shrinks mindlessly into Noctis’s tight hug, shaking like a leaf in genuine terror before he shakes his head and looks pleadingly at Cor, “I trust you,” he whispers again and its a knife to Cor’s heart, “please. Don’t send me away this time.”

-Noctis is still clinging to Prompto like a protective limpet, so when Cor reaches out and snatches Prompto against his chest, he’s clutching Noctis as well, but he doesn’t CARE. Because Prompto REMEMBERS the lab and the flight, somehow he remembers (has to remember, because the Argentums were never told any of that, there was no one but Cor to tell Prompto about those things and Cor hadn’t spoken to Prompto in all those seven years) all the trauma and fear and that Cor had LEFT him and Cor knows he will never forgive himself for this.

-But he will make it right.

-“Okay,” he breathes into Prompto’s hair, “You can stay. You can stay with me.” He inhales shakily, raises his head and GLARES at Regis and Clarus, daring them to disagree this time. Oath or no oath, king or no king, Cor will fight them this time if they try to take Prompto away.

-Regis dips his head in a shaky acknowledgement, still off-balance from the revelation that Prompto remembered “I’ll have the paperwork brought up.”

-Cor buries his face in Prompto’s hair again with a shaky sigh and a tight squeeze. Prompto is his.

-He’s never, ever letting go again.

[hobiorbit]

familiar connections (m.)

pairing: kim taehyung x hybrid!reader warnings: hybrid au, breeding kink, dirty talk, (farmer tae- not a warning just kinda important to the plot) summary: in which living on a farm proposes new ideas and desires to you. A/N: this one is a lot shorter than my usual fics. i wrote this in less than a day, sort of as an apology for not being able to post for so long. i hope everyone enjoys (:

You absolutely loved life on a farm. From spending time with your owner to dozing on the farmhouse porch, you adored the life you were given. Originally, Taehyung had bought you per his father’s request to keep pests such as mice away from the house and the barn. However, you proved to be a less than effective method- your feline instincts didn’t seem to translate, and you preferred staying away from the rodents. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind.

Early mornings were usually filled with a nice breakfast while watching the rising sun accompanied with scampering behind Taehyung as he went on his way to feed the various animals.

Your favorites had always been the cows, enjoying how their big eyes would look at you innocently. Often, you would sneak in extra snacks for the spotted animals, trying to act inconspicuous even though Taehyung knew what you were doing.

“Here, kitty kitt kitty.” You heard the melodic voice of your owner project from the first floor of the house, causing you to whine and drag yourself from the inviting softness of your duvet.

It took you a bit to make it all the way down the stairs, footsteps far heavier and slower than they usually were. Taehyung took notice at the time it took you, as well as your newfound affinity for sleeping in. You hadn’t woken up for breakfast this morning, making Taehyung become worried as he ended up making you a small sandwich to carry along in case you got hungry later.

“Good morning, sweet girl. Did you stay up late last night?” Taehyung asked you, voice full of admiration as he reached out to pet along the base of your perked ears. A small purr rumbled deep in your chest as you leaned into the touch, making his heart beat just a tad faster. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t found himself growing more fond of you as each day passed by. It was getting harder to ignore, especially as you continued to get more and more comfortable with him.

“I went to bed after dinner! Promise.” You pouted, wanting him to know that you strictly adhered to your schedule. It wasn’t like Taehyung really enforced anything- routine was good for anyone, and you didn’t seem to have any qualms. Usually, you’d even stay up a couple hours after dinner, whether you spent the free time in your room or with the man.

Taehyung pouted at that, assuming that you’d spent much longer sleeping than you usually did. You’d never exhibited such behavior, and he made a mental note to call the vet when you were eating your lunch.

“That’s okay, kitty. Let’s go feed those hungry animals.” He said, ready to get a start on his day. You smiled at the proposition, happy to see all of the animals you were affectionate towards.

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“Is she okay?” You asked Taehyung worriedly as he knelt beside a cow who had taken to laying on the ground. Her belly was bulging outward, a sign of her pregnancy. Taehyung smiled warmly at you from his spot, smoothing a hand over the cow’s belly.

“She might not feel like it, but she’s perfectly okay. I’d expect her to give birth to her babies within the next week or so.” His words caused you to perk up in interest, hopping over to him and the cow and kneeling down next to him, hovering over the cow’s body. Your eyes sparkled with amazement, petting the cow’s belly.

“Can I stay here with her?” You asked, and Taehyung couldn’t find a reason to argue. He loved seeing you take interest in anything he loved, and he taught you how to make sure animals were comfortable to avoid any harmful interactions, so he saw no reason to deny your request.

“Sure, sweetheart. I’m going to go feed the chickens and get started on lunch, just make sure you’re back in time to eat.” Taehyung told you and you nodded excitedly. For the remainder of your time outside, you sat next to the cow, cooing at the large animal and patting her tummy in comforting circles.

“Did you have fun with the mama?” Taehyung asked as you made your way inside the farm house as you nodded in agreement. 

“It was super fun!” You said cheerfully, thanking him as he handed you a plate of food on your way to the small dining table. It was next to a patio, the sun shining through the glass and illuminating everything beautifully. Taehyung took his usual spot right across from you, smiling thoughtfully.

“What’s got you so interested in her?” Taehyung asked curiously. Due to living on a farm his entire life, things like animals giving birth was a walk in the park. It always made him happy, but he’d long since grown used to such occasions.

You seemed to grow flustered at his question, shaking your head. “I-it’s just cool, you know?” You improvised, Taehyung’s sly smile telling you he didn’t believe your words. However, he let it be, opting to introduce a new topic of conversation.

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You woke up the next morning feeling even worse than the day before. You’d politely denied Taehyung when he asked you if you’d wanted to come down for breakfast for a second day in a row, feeling your heart break a bit when you heard him dejectedly respond.

“It’s feeding time, kitty.” Taehyung had come into your room instead of yelling from downstairs, partly out of concern and party out of desire to see your face. You pouted from the bed of blankets you’d made for yourself, snuggling farther into them as you tried to wear off the fatigue that gnawed at you.

“Ah.. ‘M just so tired, TaeTae…” You trailed off sadly as Taehyung pursed his lips. He used a large hand to pet the top of your head, leaving it there for slightly longer than usual before pulling back. “Alright, get some rest, sweetheart. I have some breakfast waiting downstairs, remember to eat.” And with that he was out your bedroom, on his way to complete his daily duties.

Being left alone to your own thoughts, you thought back to the cow and Taehyung. You liked Taehyung.

A lot.

Before Taehyung, you lived your life in a shelter. A shelter with nice food and people, but a shelter nonetheless. You’d always hoped that whenever you got adopted, you would like your owner. But now, as you sat in your bed, you wondered if you liked Taehyung more than hybrids were supposed to like their owners.

You loved his scent, especially when he’d pull you close and hug you. It would stick to you, making you feel happy. You enjoyed the way he spoke to you, the fondness of his voice accompanied with the sweet nicknames he gave you caused your heart to melt.

And when he spoke to you about the cow, and how she was having her babies soon, you suddenly became very aware of your own desires. Being Taehyung’s mate, being as close to him spiritually and physically as possible. When you came to terms with it on your own you felt as your face grew hot, causing you to hide it in your hands and whine into them.

“Kitty, are you alright?” Taehyung called from down the hallway. In your fit of feelings, you hadn’t even heard him get back- how long were you thinking about him?

“O-oh, yeah…” You said in surprise. Taehyung wore the same frown he wore earlier, and instead of standing idle next to your door he opted to come inside, sitting at the edge of your bed next to you.

“What’s going on, sweets? Why don’t you talk to me?” He asked in concern, causing you to frown in embarrassment. How could you tell him how you felt? You didn’t want to, but you also didn’t want to see him so sad!

“I can’t…!” You all but cried, shoving your hands into your face again out of pure embarrassment. Taehyung cooed at you, gently prying your hands from your face.

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart. I hope you know that.” You wanted to scream and tell him that this was the one thing you couldn’t tell him, but your tongue seemed to dry up inside of your mouth. Taehyung continued to look at you expectantly, silently letting you know that he wouldn’t let up until he was given some sort of answer.

“U-um, remember the cow mama?” You asked quietly, opting to twiddle your fingers together instead of looking the man in the eye. Taehyung agreed slowly, wondering what a cow had to do with your sudden change in behavior.

“The thing is,” You paused, taking a sharp intake of air. “I want babies too!” You sniffed, tear springing into your eyes at the vulnerable confession. If Taehyung was shocked or disgusted, he didn’t show it. Instead he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the skin of your forehead.

“Y/N, that’s completely normal. You’re a hybrid, a kitty hybrid at that- it’s natural for you to want babies. That’s not something you should be ashamed or embarrassed of.” Taehyung told you definitively, tone confident. It alleviated some of the doubt you felt, happy that Taehyung didn’t find you weird for your desires.

“But…” You started, looking at him with wide eyes. “But what?” He asked, encouraging you to continue. “It it normal for kitties to want babies with their owners?” You asked, bottom lip jutting out to convey that you felt dejected and sad.

Taehyung’s eyes widened at your words, temporarily hesitating as he tried to comprehend what you told him. “You want babies… With me?” He asked breathlessly, red painting his cheeks as a sign of his own flustered state. You nodded quickly and silently, not trusting your voice.

“Kitty, you like me like that?” Taehyung asked again, to which you nodded once more. He tilted his head to the side, not satisfied. “I want to hear you say it.” He requested.

“I like you. I want your kittens.” You said in the calmest voice you could muster, despite the embarrassment as well as excitedness beginning to churn in the depths of your body, causing your temperature to flare up dramatically. Taehyung hummed, smiling at you before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I like you too, kitty. But mama cow is going into labor soon, and you don’t want to miss that, right?” Taehyung teased you, and even though you were mainly concerned with how his lips felt on yours, you still found yourself able to nod in agreement.

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You spent the rest of your day by the cow’s side, encouraging her as Taehyung guided her through her labor, petting her every time she let out a groan of pain. After what seemed like forever a baby calf was brought into the world, Taehyung running a gloved hand over it as the cow moved to lick at it.

“Good girl, I’m so proud!” Taehyung spoke to the animal who was paying him little attention when her baby was right in front of her. You cheered quietly to not disturb the newborn or its mother.

“I can’t wait for my kittens.” You said dreamily, watching the cow and her calf happily. Taehyung tried to ignore the feeling in his heart and his gut at hearing you speak those words. If this is what you wanted, he would make you a mother.

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You woke with a start, skin flaming and body lit with need. Everything was hot and your groin was cramping uncomfortably, leaving you calling out for your owner. He came as soon as he heard your voice, hair mussed and only clad in a pair of pajama bottoms. You moaned aloud, back arching as you were greeted with the sight of him.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked worriedly, clambering over to you as you continued to yowl in need and pain. “M-My heaaaat,” You whined, legs spreading wide as you kicked your blanket off of your clammy body.

Taehyung made a face of realisation as he continued to hesitate. “Should I call a doctor? What do I do?” He asked innocently, and you wanted to yell at him. Instead, you pushed him onto his back, grinding on him through his pajama pants. He was already half hard, and the sudden movement caused him to moan.

“Taehyungie,” You whined. “Can I?” You asked, signalling what you wanted with another roll of your hips against him. He nodded feverishly. “Yes, baby, yes you can.” He assured you, and you immediately got to work pulling his pants down just enough to let his cock free, bending over his body and licking at his cock.

His hips immediately jutted upward, a throaty groan escaping his lips. You continued your assault on him until he was fully hard, pulling your pajama shorts off and aligning him with your own entrance, sinking down in one swift movement.

You both moaned aloud, you enjoying how nicely he filled you up and him enjoying how tight you felt around him. Immediately, you got to work, lifting yourself up and down, chasing the release you needed so bad.

“So good, sweetheart. So good for me,” Taehyung moaned, lifting one hand to grab at your hip while he used the other to rub at your clit. You keened at this, sinking down on his cock and grinding onto him.

“Please, Taetae,” You whined, still grinding against him. Taehyung seemed to understand what you were getting at, flipping you over so you were on your back as he began to drill himself into you at an unforgiving pace.

Your back arched and your legs spread as wide as they comfortably could, giving your owner all the room he needed. You continued to whine and moan, enjoying his rough assault on your pussy.

“Fuck,” Taehyung moaned aloud, staring you into your glassy eyes. “So, so good. Want me to put a baby in you, sweetheart? Wanna be fat with kittens?” Taehyung asked you, playing into your own fantasy that he found himself sharing.

You nodded, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you tried to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you. “I do, I do Taetae- Ah, please put kittens in me, breed me please Taehyungie.” You moaned incoherently, the walls of your pussy beginning to spasm around his cock, signifying your upcoming release.

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Taehyung asked you, leaning over your body to get closer to your face as you whined in agreement. He swiftly captured your lips in his own, sharing a heated kiss before he broke it. “Come for me, kitten. Cream on my cock and I’ll give you kittens.” He bargained.

This is what did it for you, crying out as you came around him, whimpering while he continued to deliver harsh thrusts to your cunt. Soon, his thrusts became less calculated and faster, chasing his own release. He rubbed harshly at your clit, trying to get you to come once more.

“I’m coming, gonna come in this sweet pussy. You want that, right?” Taehyung asked you, panting heavily. “Yes, yes, yes! Want you to come in me Taetae!” You cried, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss once more. Soon after he released inside of you, thick ropes of come painting your insides and you began to spasm around him once more.

Taehyung stayed like that for a while, lips locked with yours and delivering shallow thrusts inside of you every now and then, allowing both of you to calm down.

“You did so well, sweetheart.” Taehyung told you sweetly, causing you to smile at him. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, kissing at your jawline.

“Thank you, Taetae.” You said, sleep clouding your mind as you nuzzled your nose into his neck to inhale the scent you loved to much. Taehyung chuckled in response, grabbing your abandoned blanket and covering both of your bodies with it.

“Sleep while you can, sweet girl. We have kittens to make.” Taehyung said teasingly, feeling you smile against the skin of his neck before your breathing slowed, signifying you’d finally fallen asleep.

Taehyung sat there for a while, your body being cradled in his arms as he found himself thinking fondly of your future. A future you two would share together.

[moonprincemulti]

You Are Always Mine - Prologue

- 12 Aug 2020

- prologue of a serie (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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Chan shivered as he stepped outside the studio building, pulling his hood over his head as it was pouring rain. It was another one of those dark rainy autumn days, and Chan always disliked how wet and windy it was. Almost as if the weather was punishing everyone who went outside. Chan took a deep breath, building up some courage before beginning to walk home. Luckily his apartment wasn't that far from the studio, but with heavy rain and strong wind, Chan would be soaked anyway. 

Chan kept his head down, not having to look where he was going to know the way. He tried to walk as fast as possible, wanting to get out of the rain, but got distracted as he walked past a dark alley. Did he hear it right? Chan stopped and turned around, slowly walking to the alley. Chan then heard it again, a soft meow, coming out of the dark part of the alley. Chan took his phone out of his pocket, trying to shield it from the rain as much as possible. He turned on the flashlight, shining it around to get a better look. 

The alley was filled with boxes, trash and some random neglected furniture. He took a few steps further, pointing his flashlight at every dark corner he could find. Another meow, this time a bit louder. Chan began to get curious, as the meows got louder everytime he stepped further into the alley. When his flashlight suddenly reflected against two small cat eyes, he knew he had found the source of the meowing. Chan carefully came closer, seeing a young cat, curled up against a box.

"Hey buddy.. are you okay?" The cat meowed again, hissing softly at Chan. Chan bit his lip. "I know, the rain is horrible.." Chan studied the cat, seeing one of the front paws covered in blood. The cat wasn't moving it or putting weight on it, and it didn't look good. Chan took a deep breath, reaching out to pet the cat. "Hey bud, I'm going to help you, okay?" The cat hissed louder, the ears folding back and its fur standing up. "I'm sorry, I'm not gonna hurt you. You don't have to be scared.."

Chan tried talking to the cat, knowing it probably couldn't understand, but he hoped his voice would calm the cat down. He gasped as the cat lashed out, scratching Chan's hand. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.." Chan shook his hand to forget the pain, quickly reaching out again to grab the cat. He luckily could grab the scruff of the cat, lifting it up as the cat went weak. Chan was happy he had watched a few veterinarian programs on TV, because now he knew that grabbing a cat's scruff wouldn't hurt it. It wasn't the best way, but Chan hoped he could help the cat atleast. 

Chan opened his coat and stuffed the cat inside, holding it close to his chest. "Alright, bud. I uhm... I don't know any vets in this neighbourhood so.." Chan got up, the cat being clearly anxious, hiding more in Chan's coat. "I'll just take you home first before I find some vets.."

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Chan closed his door behind him, the cat letting out a soft meow. Chan chuckled softly and opened his coat, carefully grabbing the cat to take it out. "Here we are.." The cat hissed softly as Chan carried it to his bed, quickly grabbing a nearby towel to dry the cat off. The cat meowed loudly, clearly being upset about the situation. "I'm sorry buds, I'm drying you off and then I'll take a look at your paw, alright?"

Chan slowly uncovered the cat's face from the towel, but let the rest of the cat's body stay under the towel. Chan smiled gently, looking into the cat's eyes. "Will you stay here? I'll grab my first aid kit." The cat meowed softly, panting slightly as it was anxious. Chan nodded and let go of the cat, quickly walking to his bathroom to grab the kit. 

He was relieved as he came back as the cat had only moved to hide under the towel. He sat down on the ground next to the bed, carefully lifting the towel. "Are you okay? Can I look at your paw?" The cat looked at Chan, still panting. "You're scared.. poor kitty.." Chan petted the cat softly, hoping to calm it down. He glanced at the bloody paw, seeing a bit of barb wire tightly wrapped around it, the spikes pricking deep into the skin. 

Chan took a deep breath, covering the cat's head with the towel but leaving the paw uncovered. The cat lied down, and Chan felt like the cat was allowing him to treat his paw. Chan opened the first aid kit, getting out the necessary things, beginning to carefully and lovingly help the cat.

Chan chuckled as he looked at his improvised cat bandage, biting his lip because he was not sure if it would stay on. "Well.. If you don't move, it might be alright." Chan peeked under the towel, softly petting the cat with a smile. "Thank you for letting me help you. I hope you aren't in too much pain now." Chan heard the cat mew softly, letting him stay under the towel to rest. He got up and closed the kit, bringing it back to the bathroom and throwing away the used stuff. 

He felt his stomach rumble, putting a hand on his belly. "Hm.. should I order something?" Chan walked to his small kitchen, which was nothing more than two counters, a sink, a small stove and a minifridge. He opened his fridge, seeing how empty it was. "Well.. I guess that means yes.." Chan glanced over at his bed, looking at the towel that showed the countours of a cat. "I guess you must be hungry too.. but no pet stores are open at 11 at night.." Chan closed his fridge, opening his cabinets, finding a can of SPAM.

"Hmm... I'm not sure if this is healthy but.. it's meat.." Chan took the can, opening it and putting a bit in a bowl, mashing it so it was broken into smaller pieces. He walked to the bed, lifting the towel slightly. "Hey buds, do you want this?" Chan offered the bowl to the cat, and to his suprise the cat sat up, beginning to eagerly eat the SPAM. "Good. Good kitty." Chan smiled and sat down next to the cat, grabbing his phone. He shivered as he remembered his wet clothes. "Right.. after I order I'll take a shower." Chan took a deep breath, ordering some food for himself. "Twenty minutes... that's enough to shower." Chan quickly undressed, stepping into the shower to warm himself up after being soaked by the rain.

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After dinner, which was more of a midnight snack, Chan locked his door and shut the curtains. He climbed into bed, the cat lying at his feet. Chan smiled and snuggled into the blankets, warming up slowly. Chan closed his eyes and sighed, relaxing as he began to fall asleep. He felt the cat move a bit, curling up against him, but he was already to sleepy to react. That night, Chan dreamt about something in his past, stirring around as he slept. It wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't a happy dream either. It was uncomfortable, a bad memory. 

He then felt arms wrap around him, someone spooning him from behind. He made a small sound, thinking it was part of the dream. Chan felt the memory disappear again as he felt the person hugging him more tightly. Chan let out a deep breath, smiling in his sleep as he then got a nice dream. The rest of the night he had the feeling he was constantly being hugged, but just before he woke up in the morning, the feeling disappeared. Chan's alarm went off, waking him up from his deep sleep.

Chan groaned and smashed the button, silencing the alarm for the next few minutes. He sighed and hid his face in the pillow, not really in the mood to get up yet. As he felt something soft and fluffy in his face, he opened his eyes, seeing the cat rubbing up against him. He chuckled and softly patted the cat. "Morning buddy. I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Chan sat up and ruffled his hair, petting the cat as he slowly woke up. 

"You know, I had a weird dream last night.. as if someone cuddled me.. it was nice though." Chan hummed and smiled. "Sadly enough it was just a dream. You're just a little kitty, you can't spoon me, hm?" Chan looked at the cat, who meowed at him. Chan nodded. "Yeah.. breakfast. You want some more of that SPAM?"

[sparkie96]

24, age difference

“24: I’ve never met someone who makes me feel like this.”

For the first time in a long time, Leon felt butterflies in his stomach. The college student picked up another box and carried it into the ranch style home. He had recently moved out of his dorm, and Ark had moved out as well due to a situation that nearly got Leon and Ark killed. 

And Leon felt like it had been his fault, despite everyone telling him otherwise. Sure, he didn’t lead Curtis Miller on or even show interest, but had he turned him in for stalking earlier, Curtis wouldn’t have broken into their dorm, hurt Ark and then nearly raped Leon. 

Good thing Chris hadn’t been too far from the campus and good thing Leon had been in the middle of a call with him when Curtis broke in. Chris had come from a hang-out with his own companions and taught Curtis a lesson, with his fists, before the cops showed up. The Scientist had been arrested and Leon and Ark had been checked out, Chris holding Leon protectively, reassuring him that Curtis would be going away for a while. 

Sadly, the courts disagreed, saying that Curtis needed help and something like this could “ruin a man’s future and reputation”, having done good work outside of just teaching a College Forensics and Sciences Class. He had been put on house-arrest, but Leon didn’t feel safe and he feared for himself and Ark. 

So, Ark had been moved into Piers and Finn’s apartment way off-campus, but still close enough to attend classes, and Leon moved in with Chris, not wanting to move back in with his mother and worrying her even more. She was strong, but he didn’t want to add to whatever was going on in her own life. Leon hugged Ark and promised to hang-out and game like nothing ever happened, even scheduling to set-up for their YouTube videos. Ark holding him to that. 

Which is how Leon ended up here, after a long truck ride to Chris’s house. He didn’t live as close to the campus as Piers and Finn, but it was still reasonably close. The house was in a quiet neighborhood, the residents needing to use a keycard to get into the community. There was a pool and playground, as well as a sort of Sports Club or something that held the gym, yoga classes and even a daycare center. 

All in all, Leon didn’t picture Chris living in such a normal area. The man explained that it made him feel a bit better and admittedly safer. Normal even, due to how his not-so normal job made him feel. 

Leon was also pleasantly surprised to learn that Chris had two dogs. A very big German Shepherd named Brutus, who stood on guard and watched Leon’s every move. Chris also had a shorter and chubbier English Bulldog named Flash. He was a bit more laid back and lazy, but a happy dog that seemingly loved Leon already, following Leon in and out of the house as he unpacked his things in the main bedroom. 

“Brutus is actually my friend DC’s dog,” Chris explained once Leon got settled in, “But DC and his family are visiting family in Denver and asked me to watch him for the week." 

Leon smiled, having changed into sweats and a sweatshirt, before sitting on the couch. An "oof!” left the younger as Flash dashed at the couch, nearly tackling the college student and sitting in Leon’s lap. Leon giggled as Flash showered him in kisses. 

“I think Flash likes you.” Chris chuckled.

“I like him too.” Leon laughed, petting the dog’s head before looking at Brutus, who simply watched from afar, “Brutus on the other hand…I don’t think he likes me." 

Chris waved toward Brutus, petting the dog’s head fondly, the German Shepherd making a sound of acknowledgement, "He’s not sure what to make of you. He used to be a combat and search and rescue canine for the BSAA, though he was mostly used with human targets. He’ll figure out that you’re not here to hurt anyone and he’ll warm up to you." 

Leon smiled as he continued to pet Flash, accepting Chris’s hands as the man gently shooed Flash away and helped Leon off of the couch, "Why don’t I give you a proper tour?" 

Leon beamed as he got up, following Chris around as the man showed him where everything was. He had seen and known about a lot of this stuff due to how often he stayed over, but it was the first time seeing Chris’s office, garage, basement / family room. He even got to see the pool and the small hide-out shed. Just in case Claire or someone volunteered his home for the next Christmas Party or something. 

"I also kind of, sort of, have a fortified "panic room”.“ Chris admitted sheepishly, "That’s in the basement behind the freezer. That’s also where one of my gun safes is." 

Leon gave a curious look, "Panic Room? And one of your gun stages? How many do you have?" 

Chris gave a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his neck, ”…uh…maybe I shouldn’t tell you. You would think I was weird, especially if you found out where they were.“ 

"Well, given what you do, I think it would be pretty rational.” Leon pointed out, “C'mon, you can tell me." 

Chris gave a contemplating look before giving a defeated sigh, ”…I have a gun safe in the basement, two in the living room, one in each of my bedside tables, one in the office and one in the shed. I also always have a weapon in reach…even in the bathroom.“ 

Leon blinked, taking a moment to process the information before giving a small shrug, "Well…gotta always be prepared." 

Chris raised a brow and a small smile, "Really?" 

Leon gave a nod, "Yup. So, no one would mess with you if they broke into your home.” He reassured the elder.

That made Chris’s smile even bigger, and Leon couldn’t get enough of it or the man who wore it. Leon couldn’t deny that he kind of looked up to Chris in a way…admired him even. This man was the one he never wanted to lose and he would be damned if he let anyone hurt him. 

…was it weird to inadvertently threaten harm to anyone who dared hurt a man he was only dating? It wasn’t weird, right? 

After another brief tour of the house, Chris and Leon had decided that it was time to start making dinner. Leon felt like they were in sync as he and Chris both agreed on grilling up some burgers and hot dogs for dinner. Luckily, Chris had some ground beef in the freezer and a pack of hot dogs in the drawer in the fridge. He also picked up some rolls ahead of time, thinking of making burgers and dogs earlier this week. 

He and Leon had a grand old time in the kitchen making the burgers and cutting up some vegetables. Chris playfully scolded Leon, telling the younger to stop eating all the pickles or else he wouldn’t have any leftover for dinner. 

“Any preferences on how you like your burgers?” Chris asked, firing up the grill. 

Leon sat at the patio table, enjoying the sun and the nice weather that they had been having recently. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, “Hm…I usually get mine done medium rare.” He admitted, “So, I guess medium rare.” 

Chris chuckled, “A man after my own heart.” 

Leon beamed up at him, watching as Chris threw the patties and the hot dogs on the grill. Flash and Brutus sat at Chris’s feet, Brutus taking on a guard position while Flash stared up at the man, waiting for him to drop some food. 

Leon chuckled, “I think you got yourself an audience.” 

The elder laughed as well, “Yeah, Flash is my grilling buddy because he usually gets something out of it.” Chris looked down at the bulldog, “But Stacy at the vet says I can’t give you anymore table food because you’re supposed to be on a diet, buddy.” 

Flash made a noise that was a mix of a groan and a whine of disapproval, a chubby paw gently scratching at Chris’s pant-leg. Chris gave him a look, and then a smile, cutting one of the hot dogs in half. He blew on one of the halves before handing it to the dog, Flash happily and excitedly gobbling it up. Chris patted him on his head, telling the dog not to tell Stacy. Chris looked to Brutus handing him the other half. Brutus turned his nose at it at first, taking another sniff before gently taking it from Chris’s fingers. He ate his more slowly, only eating a part of it before leaving the other piece untouched. Flash sneakily waddled over and ate the rest of it. 

Chris looked to Leon over his shoulder, “You saw nothing.” he chuckled. 

Leon canted his head with a mock look of confusion, “Saw what?” 

“Exactly.” 

The burgers and hot dogs were done in no time, Chris and Leon having dinner outside. Once the table was set and the grill was turned off, Chris sat across from Leon. They served each other food, talking about what they liked and didn’t like on their burgers and hot dogs, Leon poking fun at the fact that Chris liked relish and mustard on his hot dogs but not ketchup. Chris on the other hand couldn’t understand why Leon didn’t like relish at all. 

“You like pickles, right?” Chris asked. 

Leon gave a nod, digging into his hot dog first, chewing and swallowing before speaking, “Yup.” 

“Well, it’s pretty much the same thing…just mashed.” Chris explained.

“No it’s not.” Leon disagreed, wrinkling his nose, “It’s more like a sweetened cucumber mash with a weird taste and an even weirder aftertaste.” 

Chris gave a playful look of disbelief, “You’re crazy.” 

They gave each other serious looks before breaking out into a fit of laughter, the laughter dying down into chuckles before they both sighed, staring at each other lovingly while they ate. Leon turned away first, a rosy blush on his cheeks and a shy smile on his lips. He felt his heart flutter in his chest and felt like there were butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. 

Unbeknownst to Leon, Chris felt the same, a happy smile on his own lips and a fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach. He couldn’t believe that any of this was real, that this beautiful man loved him and actually felt comfortable enough to move in with him. He trusted him enough to let Chris handle the asshole harassing him. Chris would never let anything happen to Leon. He would protect him. He loved him. 

They looked up at each other once more, “I-oh…” They said at the same time, but stopped to let the other speak. 

“You first.” Chris insisted. 

Leon smiled, “I wanted to thank you…for everything. For always being there and helping me…and with Curtis. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Chris smiled as well, a light blush on his cheeks at the younger’s admission, “I don’t know what I would do without you either…I’ve never met someone who made me feel this way…” 

The college student reached over and set his hand on top of Chris’s, turning it over to hold it in his own, making Chris flush an even deeper shade of red, “I love you.” Leon admitted. 

Chris looked up at him with surprised eyes. Though, he didn’t know why he was surprised, he had always sort of known. He just hadn’t expected Leon to say it first. 

He gently squeezed Leon’s hand in return, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it softly, “I love you too, Leon.” 

Leon sat up a bit straighter in his chair, a smile that was both one of relief and happiness on his lips. He leaned forward slightly, pulling Chris’s hand to his own lips and doing the same. It was their own little ritual in a way. Their own way of letting the other that they loved them without always saying it out loud. They didn’t need to say it out loud for it to be true. They just knew. 

After giving each other one more reassuring squeeze, they went back to eating their dinners, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend. 

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Ao3, Ko-Fi

[perspective-series]

Pet Perspective (18/19)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: injury, drugs, guilt, pain

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Patton’s heart went out to Logan but both humans were happy to hear something that resembled words coming from Roman. “We should get going.” Virgil said, looking up at Patton. Patton nodded but paused. 

 “Hey, Logan? Did you want to stay in Virgil’s hands with Roman?” He asked.

Logan nodded, not once looking away from Roman. 

“W’us going on?” Roman asked, his eye still only half open.

 “It’s okay, Roman. Just rest, everything is okay now.” Virgil tried to comfort as they headed out of the hospital and to the car.

“What?” Logan frowned, briefly glancing up at Virgil. “How can you state that? Roman deserves to know what has- what-” Logan struggled to find the words, his hands beginning to shake.

 Virgil winced. “I know, I know. I just…” He looked down at Roman. “I don’t want him panicking right now. We can tell him once we get him safely home.” Patton opened the passenger side door for Virgil and Virgil got in.

Roman blinked, and now both his eyes were half open. The crippled borrower frowned, taking note of the way Logan trembled.

“Hey.” Roman said softly, his arm sluggish as he tried to move it in Logan’s direction. “It’s okay.”

Logan gave a slightly hysterical laugh at the absurdity of Roman comforting him, and yet quickly clung to grab Roman’s offered hand in his own. Logan clutched it like he would never let go.

“Shhhh.” Roman stage whispered, trying to tug Logan down as if sharing a secret. Logan obliged him by leaning in. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

 Virgil smiled sadly at the two of them. He hated that this had to happen but at least Roman was actually okay. He wasn’t sure how the borrower would react to everything that happened though. “We’ll tell you when we get back home, alright?” Virgil said softly.

 Patton hopped into the drivers side and started the car, heading for the pharmacy.

“Are we home yet?” Roman joked, the chuckle that came from him clearly an after effect of his sedatives. 

“We have only just left.” Logan informed him. “If you will be asking that the entire journey this shall be a long car ride.”

Roman blinked, seeming to recognize something in Logan’s words. 

 “We gotta stop by somewhere first but we should be home in twenty minutes.” Patton said, glancing over at the two borrowers before focusing back on the road.

“Why?” Roman asked, sounding for a moment like Logan.

“Yes, why are we not going home?” Logan seconded the inquiry.

 “We have to pick up...ah...something for Roman. But it shouldn’t take longer than a minute.” Virgil promised.

“What something?” Logan pressed.

 “Roman’s medication, remember?” Patton said and Virgil closed his eyes and silently groaned.

 “Paaaaaaat.” He was avoiding saying it for a reason. At least Patton looked sheepish.

“Why does he need medication?” Logan asked hesitantly. “I- I thought the veterinarians had finished with him.”

“The vet?” A flash of alarm appeared in Roman’s features.

 Crap. “It’s just pain meds, to help with any pain Roman will have in the future. Now let’s finish this conversation once we get home, okay? No need to start panicking.” Virgil directed that last statement to Roman.

“No one is panicking.” Logan said, but he watched Roman’s expressions carefully as the borrower seemed to be piecing things together.

“I...was I at the vet?” Roman murmured, trying to remember. “Why was I at the vet?” It had been ages since he needed a checkup.

 “Virgil maybe we just need to tell them.” Patton said as he pulled into the parking lot of the pharmacy. “I’m gonna grab the medicine, just tell him, okay?” And the Patton left. Virgil groaned.

 “Alright, Roman, please don’t freak out but...you were in an accident. The car I got you crashed and you...you broke both of your legs.”

Roman gave a long, slow blink, likely assisted by the wearing off sedatives. “...what.”

 Virgil sighed. “You broke both of your legs.” He said, a little slower. “The vet put them in casts already, so you’re going to be fine.”

“My legs?” Roman finally looked down, where Logan had originally been blocking his view. “...my legs.” He repeated in a daze, staring down at the bulky plastic surrounding him. Entrapping him.

 “Roman, please don’t panic. Everything is fine now. It’s fine.” Virgil said, biting his lip. Despite his hopes, he was bracing himself for Roman panicking.

“I think you and I have a different definition of the word ‘fine’.” Logan noted, a sort of sharpness to his tone that was often absent.

“I remember driving.” Roman said softly, ignoring them both as he was lost in his own world. “And...and it was great, but then something happened, I lost control, the acorns-”

 “The acorns caused you to crash and threw you out of the car.” Virgil finished for him sadly. Virgil glanced out the window, seeing Patton coming back holding the small white bag that held Roman’s medicine.

“My legs.” Roman repeated dimly, his eyes trailing over the cast again. He remembered the pain, the searing pain, like it was nothing but a bad dream. “Why can’t I feel them?”

 “You’re still under heavy sedatives, so it’s going to be a bit before you can feel anything.” Virgil explained as Patton got into the car and started to pull back onto the road. 

 “Roman, how are you doing?” Patton asked, after a few moments. Wondering how telling him went.

“I-” Roman’s head felt fuzzy, as though he could hardly grasp onto a coherent thought at once. “I can’t feel my legs.”

 Virgil winced. “Yep, he’s panicking.” He muttered. Maybe not outwardly, yet, but certainly inside he was all kinds of freaked out.

 “Roman, everything is going to be okay. It’s probably good you can’t feel your legs yet. They were giving you quite a lot of pain before.” Patton said.

 “Patton.” Virgil cried. He knew Patton was just trying to help but that was not the way to do it.

“No, yeah, I- I remember that. Sorta.” Roman took a deep breath, feeling the way the air scratched his dry throat. “Was I screaming? I feel like I was screaming.”

 Virgil winced. “Yeah, you were definitely screaming.” Virgil could still hear his screams of pain, actually. Which was not fun.

“I would suggest not doing it again.” Logan commented, rubbing circles in the back of Roman’s hand in what he hoped was a soothing manner. 

“Don’t think I had a choice about the screaming, Lo.” Roman’s laugh was bordering on crazed.

 “I think he meant the driving part, which I agree with.” Patton said, glancing at the two.

 “Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I didn’t bother grabbing the car so it’s probably long gone by now.” Virgil said, shifting in his seat. There was no way he could take it back home knowing how much Roman had gotten hurt in it.

“Hope it ran over that cat.” Roman joked dryly. The one which attacked him several nights prior.

 “I’m...sure it did.” Virgil said, despite the fact that he knew it hadn’t.

 Patton pulled into the driveway and they all got out of the car and headed inside. Patton set up a small pillow on the couch and Virgil carefully set Roman and Logan on top it. “Alright, there we go. Any difference in how you’re feeling, Roman?”

“Nope!” Roman gave a hysterical laugh, staring straight up at the ceiling with a strained smile. “Nope, everything’s just- peachy.” He spat.

 Virgil winced and he turned to Patton. “I think he might be losing it.”

 Patton sighed and shook his head. “He’s probably still under the sedatives a bit. But also, pain and shock will do that to you.” Patton explained. He turned back to Roman. “Roman, I know everything seems...not great. But please try and focus for us okay? Is your leg starting to hurt again?”

“Of course it’s hurting!” Roman threw his fists down, frustrated when they didn’t make an audible thud against the pillow. “I got tossed around like a ragdoll! And I’m such an idiot, and now I’m going to pay the price, and I’ll have to grow dependent, and, and-”

 “Roman, Roman, calm down.” Virgil said, kneeling down and using his hands to surround Roman in what he hoped was a comforting way. He made sure he wasn’t actually touching him though. “Just breath, okay? In and out, like I’m doing.” Virgil breathed slowly, hoping Roman would follow his lead.

“What good does breathing do?” Roman huffed, but having nothing better to do he tried to follow Virgil’s pattern. It didn’t matter either way- nothing mattered anymore. Roman had screwed everything up because he couldn’t lay low for one. Week. That’s all it would have taken, and then Roman could have convinced Logan to run away and go… where? 

Where would Roman have gone? It was impossible to find a spot left in the world that was safe for his kind. The world was overrun with human beans, and Roman was a fool if he still believed otherwise.

 “There we go.” Virgil encouraged.

 Patton watched the scene with a worried frown, before looking down at the bag of medicine he still had in his hands. “I think we should probably give him his medicine now.” Patton commented and Virgil nodded.

 “Right…could you-?”

 “Already on it.” Patton went to the kitchen to fetch some water for Roman.

“What will the medicine do?” Logan asked hesitantly.

 “It’ll help with Roman’s pain.” Virgil answered as Patton came back with a cap of water and the tiniest pills Virgil had ever seen. Geez, they would have to be careful to make sure they didn’t lose those. Virgil took his hands back as Patton handed the stuff to him. “Thanks Pat.”

 Patton hummed and nodded and Virgil focused his attention back on Roman. “Okay Roman, go ahead and take these with the water.” He said, holding his hand out so Roman could easily reach.

Roman grimaced, taking the medicine and swallowing it down.

 “There we go and that should kick in pretty soon.” Virgil said, handing the cap back to Patton.

 “Roman should probably get some rest now but...I think it might be a good idea for him to sleep in your room, Virgil.” Patton said, fidgeting with the empty cap.

“What? Why?” Logan frowned.

 “It’s just so we can watch over him and be there if he needs us or something only we can get. Like more medicine. I’m sorry, I know you guys just got your own room but...I think this might be for the best. At least for a little while.” Patton said with a sad frown. He really did feel for the poor borrowers.

 “Yeah, I agree.” Virgil said. “Roman? Is that okay?” Virgil asked, still wanting the borrower’s input.

“Sure.” Roman shrugged. Nothing mattered, anyways.

 “Alright, then I think we should head up there.” Virgil carefully scooped Roman up, before standing up himself. He turned to Patton. “I’ll keep you updated. Night.” Virgil headed up the stairs.

 “Night kiddo.” Patton said back, watching Virgil leave before turning back towards Logan. “Logan? What do you want to do? I could take you back to your room or...I mean, my room is always open if you didn’t want to be alone.” Patton offered.

Logan looked down the hall, where Roman and Virgil had just disappeared. “...I do not want to be alone.” Logan decided softly.

 Patton nodded. “And you won’t be.” Patton offered his hand to him.

Gratefully Logan accepted his offer, climbing on.

 Patton cupped his hand against his chest and slowly made his way into his room. He set Logan down on the desk and then frowned when he realized he no longer had Logan’s room in there with him. “Oh, hmm...are you okay with me setting up a little makeshift bed for you?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s alright.” Logan agreed. “But how do you plan to fashion it?”

 “Well, uhh…” Patton looked around his room, before grabbing a clean shirt from his closet and folding it up almost like a nest. “How’s that?” Patton paused. “Heh...it kinda reminds me of when you first got here. Before we got your bed…and stuff.” Patton rubbed his arm sheepishly.

“Oh yes.” Logan’s face lit up in recognition. “How far things have come, in only a matter of days.”

 “Yeah…” Patton shook his head, trying not to think about it. He had other things to focus on, after all. “Hey, Logan? Is...I mean, I know a lot happened today. Was there...anything you wanted to talk about? Just...anything?”

“Yes.” Logan took a deep breath, uncertain why his anger felt so directed at Patton suddenly. “Why did you both gift Roman that vehicle?”

 Patton winced. “Right, I guess that is a valid question.” Patton rubbed the back of his neck. “To be honest, I wasn’t too thrilled about it either. But...Virgil thought it was cool. He thought Roman would like it and though he didn’t say it out loud I think...I think he got it so Roman could feel more free.” Patton explained with a sigh. “The reasoning behind getting it had good intentions but…”

“But it was reckless.” Logan spat. “And dangerous, and selfish, and- and it’s Virgil’s fault Roman is hurt.”

 Patton let out a sigh. “Logan, I know you’re upset. And so am I. And I know it feels good to point blame at someone but it doesn’t really fit here. Sure, we could say it was Virgil’s fault for getting Roman the car. But we could also say it was Roman’s fault for taking the car too far. Or we could even say it was my fault, for not talking Virgil out of buying the car. Or even your fault, for not talking Roman out of riding the car. But...that doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

“It makes perfect sense.” Logan’s eyes widened. “We’re all to blame.”

 Patton winced. “Okay...not really what I meant. Look, Logan, none of us could have guessed what would happen. Sure, we could have done this or that but in the end, we didn’t know that it even mattered. All we can do now is say that it happened and try to fix it in the present. And that also means we learn from it, so we know what to do if something similar happens again.”

“How can you be so rational about this!” Logan protested. “Roman is grievously injured and possibly handicapped for life, yet you write it off as a common mistake!” It was just the kind of flippant attitude Logan should have expected from a human.

 Patton blinked. Once, twice, tears filling his eyes. He chuckled humorlessly. “You think I’m not upset or anything? That I don’t actually blame Virgil or even myself? Especially myself?” Patton asked softly. He looked down. “I’ve made so many mistakes. This is just...at the top. I’m trying to convince myself as much as I am you but...heh, it isn’t really working.”

“...what?” Logan frowned. 

 Patton laughed, but it felt empty. “Wanna play the blame game? Let’s play the blame game. Virgil never would have even thought about getting Roman a car if I hadn’t suggested we throw you both parties. But that’s not all. How about we go all the way to the beginning. Because none of this would have happened if I hadn’t convinced Virgil to get a pet. If I decided to not get a pet. And then I wouldn’t have to hate myself for how I treated you or for Roman getting into this mess and wondering if you actually hate me and just aren’t showing it because you’re still scared of me.” Patton was crying now. “...I wouldn’t blame you though. If that’s how you felt.”

“What?” Logan repeated, trying to figuratively unpack everything Patton had just said. “Patton, this instance aside, what are you talking about? Why do you assume I am frightened of you?” Logan shifted on his feet, uncertain what to do. “Patton, please. Stop being upset.”

 Patton wiped his eyes. “I-I’m sorry but why wouldn’t you be. I’m so big and only a few days ago I saw you as a pet! And then all this happens and it-it just, it makes...sense.” Patton said quietly, sniffling.

“Patton, I’ve dealt with humans all my life.” Logan reminded him, his chest aching. “I’m not frightened of your size. I am often frightened of the unknown, such as when you first purchased me; or now, when we have yet to know what will happen to Roman. But you treat me with more respect than I have ever received.”

 Patton fidgeted with his hands. “I...I’m still sorry. For everything. For...For this. For...Roman.”

“Patton, I… you have no need to apologize.” Logan sighed. “Like you stated, Roman’s injuries are a fault that was not caused by one individual. We all should have taken precautionary measures.”

 Patton looked away. “I know.” He said softly. “I...know. But a part of me...a part of me still blames myself.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry, Logan. I was trying to help you feel better but I just ended up putting all my baggage onto you.”

“What baggage?” Logan looked around for any goods that may have been placed on him.

 Patton laughed. “Not physical baggage, Lo. It’s an expression. I meant my, uh, my emotional baggage. My...inner problems and such.”

“Oh.” Logan nodded slowly. “It...seems this incorporeal luggage has been weighing on you quite heavily.”

 “Yeah...I guess it is nice to finally talk to someone about it.” Patton said, smiling a little at Logan. “It’s still there but...a little lighter now.”

“...may I relieve some emotional belongings as well?” Logan shifted, wondering if it was his place to share.

 Patton blinked for sitting up straighter. “Oh! Oh, of course!”

“Roman wanted to leave at the end of his week.” Logan revealed. He hoped Roman would forgive him; Logan couldn’t keep this knowledge to himself any longer, he needed to talk out this issue with a third party. “He requested that I accompany him.”

 “...Okay.” Patton looked back down. Honestly, he should have expected something like this. “And...what did you say?”

“I believe I said yes, but I am uncertain again.” Logan scuffed his shoe. “I want to say no. Roman is the first borrower with which I’ve had the chance to properly connect. He means a lot to me and I do not wish to be separated. But the outside world… it’s not made for borrowers. I’m frightened of what might occur. What has occurred, even just past the driveway.”

 “You...want to say no?” Patton asked, surprised. “I mean...I’ll admit I’ve always been hesitant of the idea of either of you leaving because of the dangers. But I wasn’t going to keep the two of you here. It’s your decision, after all. Because you deserve to make your own decisions after so long without being able to.”

“I know.” Logan paused. “I’m not used to making decisions.”

 “I know.” Patton chuckled. “Which is...sad, admittedly, but everyone has to start somewhere. If you don’t want to go with Roman, then you don’t have to go. You’re always welcome to stay here.”

“But then Roman will leave me!” Logan looked quite distressed by this fact. “I do not wish to be left behind simply because I am a less adequate borrower.”

 Patton frowned. “Logan…” He bit his lip. “For one, stop putting yourself down like that. And two, then you need to talk to him about this. Tell him how you feel, just like you told me.” Patton said with a soft smile.

Logan fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. “Roman will be upset with me.” He explained. “Or rather, no, I think- I do not think Roman would care what path I chose. He was already prepared to leave me behind on his first attempt.”

 “But that was a while ago. If he didn’t grow to care for you, he wouldn’t have asked you in the first place.” Patton said. “I’m just saying to talk to him, okay? All of this is speculation until you do.”

“I suppose.” Logan agreed, seeing Patton’s reasoning. “I do not wish to upset him in his current state, though.”

 “Right...yeah, it might be a good idea to wait a little bit. You have time, at least. Roman, uh...he can’t really go anywhere like this.” Patton said with a wince.

“...right.” Logan nodded thoughtfully.

 “I think it might be time to hit the hay. Unless there’s anything else you want to talk about?” Patton asked.

“No, I… it’s just a lot to process.” Logan sighed, sinking into his nest.

 “I know. I...I still can’t believe it happened.” Patton shook his head. “Let’s get some rest, okay? Can’t help Roman when we’re exhausted.”

“I can attempt to rest.” Logan agreed, not certain of his success rate as he laid down.

 Patton nodded, knowing he was going to try as well. He laid down, turning off the light. “Goodnight, Logan.”

“Goodnight, Patton.” Logan echoed, closing his eyes.

[takeiteasypeasybaby]

Save Me: Chapter 49 - Saviour

~Hey guys! Chapter 49 is out now :) I hope everyone is doing well and keeping safe <3 Enjoy and love y’all~

Molly stands in the face of danger to save and protect the ones she cares about, no matter the cost.

It was dark by the time I got back to Hilltop.

Just when I was about to park up my bike outside the gates, they creaked open slowly to reveal Tara standing there anxiously.

'What's happened?' I asked, sensing her worry.

'It's Daryl and Connie, they left a note saying that Henry went after Lydia so they went after him' she said hesitantly.

'What?! I leave for a few hours and this shit happens?!' I said as I paced, thinking what to do.

'Which direction were they headed?' I asked.

'East, but Molly...' Tara said as she reached for my hand.

'I should've gone after Lydia when she left, I won't make that mistake twice' I said softly as I told her to lock the gates behind me as I ran down into the forest.

With my gun held up in front of me and a knife in my other hand, I stealthily walked through the forest.

I knew I wasn't far from the graveyard, where the whisperers had killed Jesus, so I must have been close.

Surely they would have a camp around here somewhere...

I could barely see in the darkness but sticking out of the ground, by a muddy verge was a broken arrow.

I pulled it out of the ground and looked at its green stripe, it was one of Daryl's.

A wave of relief rushed over me, knowing that I was now close, I could just about make out the outline of a footprint as I felt the shape with my hands.

Daryl had taught me how to track, so I knew where to find him.

I followed it until I came across a walker-like figure who was standing by the tree in front of me, its back turned away as it just looked on.

A real walker would have smelt my scent now, so I knew it was one of theirs.

I treaded lightly across the mud to the adjacent tree and stood still behind it, not wanting to make any noise.

I crept forwards, breathing heavily through the cold mist as I held up a knife in each hand until I was close behind him.

I wrapped my arm tightly around his throat as he struggled and drove the dagger into his skull.

I knew the commotion would have alerted them that I was near their camp so I pulled off his mask, secured it over my face and moved quickly in the direction the whisperer was facing.

There were two more figures standing in the shadows.

I couldn't quite make out whether they were whisperers but when I crept closer, I saw Daryl's crossbow across the taller figure's back and Connie's bow on the smaller figure.

'Daryl?' I whispered as he turned around.

He pulled off his mask and whispered back 'Molly?! What are you doing out here?'.

I ran towards them both to see what they were watching.

It was the whisperer camp and there in front of us, down the verge, stood Lydia, Henry, a tall masked man and her mother.

Daryl grunted as the tall man secured his hold around Henry's neck and held a knife up to his throat.

He started to lunge forward, trying to get down there and wanting to kill them all.

I instinctively held him back with my arm and whispered, 'we wait' as I focussed on Lydia.

The mother dropped a knife in front of Lydia and whispered slowly, 'pick it up'.

I tensed up when Lydia grabbed the dagger from the ground.

'Now, kill the boy' her mother whispered cooly.

Connie looked at me and signed that Lydia would do it.

I signed back saying that she wouldn't and that she wasn't her mother.

I knew it in my heart, but even I had a sliver of doubt.

'What?' Lydia asked quietly to her mother, in disbelief that she would have to kill Henry.

'You weren't gone long, but maybe it was long enough...' her mother bit back.

Her own mother thought her weak, but I knew she was far stronger than this.

Daryl strained further against my arm, but he abided by my decision and waited.

'Long enough for what?' Lydia asked nervously.

'To forget which side you're on' the bald headed woman replied.

Lydia started to cry as she looked down at the blade in her hands and back up at Henry.

'Please...' Henry said softly.

'Don't be weak, like your father. You know what happened to him' her mother said scowling.

'Yeah I know what happened to him mother' Lydia growled back.

'Kill him' her mother continued.

'Or he'll kill you both' she said pointing to the tall man.

I knew what Lydia wasn't capable of, but I sure as hell couldn't say the same for her mother.

Would she kill her own daughter?

My grip on my knives tightened as she threatened her life and I suddenly lept into action.

They had a border of wire with tin cans attached so that if walkers came, they would make noise to alert the others.

Daryl and Connie knew exactly what my plan was when I sprinted down the verge and rattled the wire vigorously until I heard snarling nearby.

'The dead!' one whisper shouted in the darkness as I heard screams nearby.

I nodded to Daryl and Connie to get Lydia and Henry while the others were distracted.

The tall man let go of Henry as he and Lydia fell back into the shadows while the dead swarmed around them all.

The mother put on her mask and led the others through the dead.

'Lydia we need to go' Henry said sadly.

'Keep your head down, we're leaving' Daryl said as he grabbed Henry.

'Not without Lydia' Henry whispered.

'No, the girl stays' Daryl replied cooly.

Henry came closer to Daryl and said sternly, 'then so do I'.

Connie took out the nearby walkers and kept look out for any whisperers that hadn't left yet.

'Henry...' Lydia pleaded, just as I ran back up the verge and rejoined them.

'Daryl, we're not leaving her. That's not us' I whispered to him.

In that moment, I felt like I did when I first arrived at the Sanctuary, when Negan taught me about what it meant to be a Saviour, to save people.

Even though I never was one, not completely, I felt closer to being one than ever before.

We were all Saviours really.

It made me realise that Rick and Negan were two sides of the same coin, two people trying to save others.

That's what all this was about now, it's what makes you feel alive and if you don't help others, what's the point?

I snapped back to the present as Lydia looked at me confusedly until I took off my mask.

'Molly?' she asked softly.

'C'mon kid' I said as Daryl shouted, 'now!' as we sprinted back through the forest.

As we ran, Lydia came by my side and asked breathlessly, 'why did you come back for me?'.

'I put my people above you, not realising that you were always one of us. Even before you got here, you were one of us because you are kind and strong, Lydia' I said panting as we kept on running through the grass until we saw Hilltop in the distance.

Lydia stopped for a second so I turned back and waited.

'Thank you' she said wearily.

I smiled and said softly 'c'mon' as I saw that Daryl, Connie and Dog were pretty far ahead.

When we reached the gates, it was sunrise and people were just starting to awake.

I could hear the clang of the blacksmith's tools and the crackling of the baker's fire.

I inhaled and smiled, knowing we were once again safe and sound.

Lydia walked through nervously as she quietly asked, 'they all hate me don't they?'.

'No they don't hate you, they just don't know you' I replied as I looked across to Henry who hadn't taken his eyes off Lydia.

I smirked, feeling happy that Lydia had someone else she could trust.

Daryl took Lydia back down to the cell as she looked back at me sadly.

She still needed to be vetted before she could freely walk around Hilltop, it was safer for everyone that way.

Even though I trusted her, I couldn't force my people to do the same right away.

Henry objected but I just hugged him and told him that 'she would be out soon but just not yet'.

Connie smiled at me and signed a 'thank you' which I heartily returned to her.

Daryl emerged from the cell as Henry pulled away from me and scowled at Daryl as he walked past and into the house.

Daryl walked over to me hesitantly and said 'you were right' as he patted me on the arm and walked towards the house, after Henry.

I smiled and looked towards Tara who was sat at the picnic bench, waiting for our return.

She sighed a sigh of relief and grinned widely at me being safe and at home.

[jeonsduck]

Smoke and Mirrors Pt 3

warnings: san says fuck

summary: *bad day by daniel powter plays* 

“Mrow.”

You groaned, cracking your eyes open. Your cat was squatting on your chest, meowing in your ear to wake you up.

“Ugh, Noodles, my alarm hasn’t even gone off, leave me alone.” you whine, trying to push your cat away. 

But he’s persistent, not letting you go back to sleep. He prods at your face with his paw and continues to yowl until you decide to get up. You huff and kick your legs before sitting up and throwing your covers off.

“Fine! Fine! I’m up! I’ll feed you, you monster!” you gripe, and as you get up from bed you catch sight of the little clock on your bedside table. 9:15 AM. Fuck. You’re over an hour late for work already. You hadn’t bothered to set your alarm when you got in from being interrogated last night, and you’d overslept.

The panic you feel is palpable as you turn your phone over and see it’s dead. Your supervisor is going to kill you.

You rush through getting ready at lightning speed and manage to get out the door in twenty-five minutes. You put your phone on charge in the car, and you speed to work as quickly as you dare, getting a ticket would only make you later than you already were. When your phone restarted, it began buzzing with a flurry of text messages and calls, angry from your supervisor, and worried from Jacob. Oh, you’re so dead.

You manage to rush into the office before half past ten, huffing a sigh of almost relief as you set your things down at your desk. Jacob shot you a worried look at your frazzled state and your supervisor was standing in the door of her office. 

“Y/N, let’s have a little chat?” she called, disappearing into her office.

You sighed and Jacob winced for you. You straightened your hair and outfit and said a little prayer before walking into the office, closing the door behind you.

“So, had an emergency this morning, did you?” she asked, sipping a cup of coffee.

“No, ma’am, I didn’t set my alarm the night before and I overslept…. I was up very late with FBI being cross-examined-” you began to explain and she slammed the mug down on her desk.

“So, it’s Agent Heejin’s fault you were two hours late for work this morning?” she asked.

You shook your head quickly.

“No, that’s my responsibility.” You responded and she nodded.

“Yes it is. It was also your responsibility to record yesterday’s meeting with Mr. Choi, but you failed to do that too. Which is why I’ve had administration shouting me down since this morning about the incompetence of my employees.” she seethes. 

“Coming in a few minutes late? It’s fine. Messing up a couple of details on a case? No big deal. But this is two hours late, while you’re working one of the most important cases this office has ever seen. You look like an incompetent fool. Not to mention letting Mr. Choi pay for your lunch.” she said, matter-of-factly.

“What’s wrong with letting San buy me lunch?” you asked.

“Letting ‘San’ buy you lunch is wrong because if his clients are found guilty, that could be seen as a bribe, and then we’ll be investigated as well. You thought last night with the FBI was rough? I hope you enjoy sleep deprivation. And I trust I don’t have to remind you to refer to your contact as Mr. Choi?” she was obviously more furious that you had asked that question. 

Maybe you should have just waited and asked Jacob.

“Sadly for me, fourtunately for you, the higher-ups still want you on this case, but if it were up to me, I wouldn’t just pull up from this job, I’d fire you on the spot. As it is, I’ll dock your pay for half a day and you’ll lose some paid leave as well. And maybe if you stay on your best behavior for the remainder of this job, I might not terminate you once you’re done.” 

She shooed you away after that, letting you know that San was trying to contact you about the files you’d asked for the day before. You went back to your desk, where you started going over your notes of San’s clients to distract yourself. You had messed up, and yes, you deserved to be disciplined. You weren’t even that hurt about it. 

Regardless, your notes ended up with a spattering of angry teardrops on the pages of your notes. God, what were you crying for? Jacob offered you his tissue box and a sad look.

“Shut up, Jacob, I’m not in the mood.” you griped and he held his hands up in surrender.

Ugh, you hadn’t meant to snap at him too. Maybe if you hadn’t showed up for work two hours late, you could have gone and hid in the bathroom until you felt better. Sadly, you had to stick it out in your cubicle while your coworkers walked around like the office floor was a minefield. When your phone rang suddenly, you jumped at the noise and sniffled, quickly answering it.

“Hello, this is Y/N.”

“Y/N! Hey, it’s San!” San said, sounding way more cheerful than you felt he had the right to be. 

“Oh, hello Mr. Choi.” you greeted, remembering to talk more formally.

“Y/N, we went over this yesterday at lunch. Please, call me San, Mr. Choi is my father.” he sighed.

“My supervisor has reminded me its unprofessional to call you by your first name while I’m working your case.” you replied. 

Thank God her office door was closed.

“Well, your supervisor can get fucked. Call me, San.” he said, and you barely held in your snort.

“Fine, San. You got my files?” you asked. 

“Yes, I do! A whole box of them. The electronic ones are all on a USB, but you wanted original documents and well, as you know, my clients have no small amount of assets.” He said.

“Oh, I’m quite aware. I can come by and pick them up-”

“Oh no need for that! I was already leaving the office today so we’ll swing by your place and drop them off. You wouldn’t happen to be free for a late lunch today would you?” San asked.

You sighed. Lunch with San sounded kind of nice. Way better than the lunch break your were expecting to have today.

“Sorry. My supervisor has also alerted me that you buying me lunch qualifies as a bribe.” you rejected.

“Seriously? Why’s your boss such a buzzkill?” San sounded reasonably upset.

“Anyway, I’m almost there, so come on down, I’ll see you in a minute.” he said and hung up.

You made your way over to the elevators, too caught up in your own head to realize that San had called you on your cell phone, not your work line. You didn’t remember giving him the number, but you suppose you could have done it and forgotten about it. Your supervisor would probably blow her top if she found out. 

You also couldn’t recall telling San the address of your office, or that you worked on an upper floor, but he could have found that from Google. Maybe. Or maybe you mentioned that at lunch or in a phone call or in an email. You were too stressed out to really care, you probably just forgot a few details of your conversations. “Y/N, over here.” 

You looked over to where San was standing, a printer paper box in his arms and a hard shell backpack on his back. He was dressed less wildly than he had been the day before, but his shirt was still purple and leopard print, as were his pants, but they were grey in color. He set the box down when he saw you, taking in your red eyes and slightly dishevelled appearance.

“Are you okay? You look upset.” he asks.

“S’nothing. I overslept and ended up being super late for work and I was supposed to record the meeting we had yesterday, and my boss ,like, just got done ripping me a new one.” you said with a shrug.

“Did you cry?” he asked.

You flushed, hands coming up to cover your face.

“Is it that obvious?” 

“No, but if you overslept your eyes wouldn’t be that red unless you cried.” he said.

“Yeah well, its whatever. Thanks for dropping these off.” you said, reaching for the box.

“Wait!” San said, handing the box back to one of his guards.

He walked over to a bench and sat down, beckoning you over. He carefully slid his backpack off and into his lap. The backpack had a bubble window and inside you could see a Siamese cat looking out.

“This is Byul. We’re going to the vet for a check up.” he says, unzipping the backpack and taking the cat out. 

In the middle of the lobby of your place of work. But Byul meows cutely, obviously confused because this is NOT her home, but it’s also not the vet. San hands her to you and you cradle her in your arms for a second, letting some of your stress melt away. 

“Take a break. Pet the cat. You can go back up there and tackle that box of paperwork after you’ve destressed for a second, yeah?” he says, patting Byul on the head.

She meows, but in a good way.

“She’s so sweet.” You commented as San watched you pet his cat. 

You sat on the bench until it looked like Byul was getting a bit too comfortable. San put her back in the backpack, which was met with some protests.

“My guys went ahead and took the box upstairs. If you need anything else, just call me. Good luck.” he said, heading out the door. 

“Oh, and by the way, your boss sucks.” he added. 

You watched as one of the guards opened the car door for him, standing in the lobby until they drove away. Then you took a deep breath and headed back upstairs. 

Two hours into the financial records of Kim Hongjoong and you felt like you were going to tear your hair out. You could see why he looked so suspicious. He owned 51% of growing fashion houses, meaning he effectively owned the entire business. But as soon as the brand started to get some recognition and traction he jumped ship and sold all his stocks. Which often times meant he profited from the growth and bailed before taxes were due to be paid, taking huge profits and leaving other investors to handle any hits the brand might take. Not to mention his investments were routed through an investment firm that he also owned and it’s clothing company subsidiary. Basically, it was just shell company after shell company. That wasn’t all. He had money squirreled away in the Cayman Islands and Swiss bank accounts. He had tax exemptions donations, farming, industry. He even claimed Jongho as a dependent! Hongjoong had utilized tax loopholes to the full extent of the law. And while everything you’d reviewed so far was legal, it was highly suspicious. It was interesting how criminals and the bourgeoisie utilized the same methods to protect their empires. 

And even with the documents you’d asked San for, there were still holes. Not just for hundreds or thousands, but millions of dollars. You couldn’t even move on to the others until you could paint a full picture of how Honjoong’s money moved. 

Ugh, even thinking about the other six made your head ache. Their assets were so intertwined with each other, you felt like you were watching yourself walk around in circles.  

When you finished for the day, you felt no closer to understanding the big picture than when you started. You shot San an email about some more information on Hongjoong and left the office.

The next morning, your supervisor didn’t show up for work. Not good for you, because San was asking you over to his offices instead of having the both of you running back and forth across town to exchange notes.

“Just let your FBI contact know and go. If she comes in I’ll tell her I told you to go.” Jacob said, nudging you towards the door.

Heejin didn’t ask you to record, but she did ask you to report anything that seemed suspicious, and she’d follow up with you every other day with questions. It sounded like a plan to you. You gathered your thick binder of notes and your box of files and headed over to San’s offices.

The place was… different than you had expected. You had been looking for a sleek and modern corporate building, but San’s office was in a commercial suite. He didn’t run a firm, he was the sole accountant for all of his clients. That was insane.

  His secretary sat in the front room, a woman with short blue hair and an intricate tattoo winding up her arm.

“Are you Y/N?” she asked.

“Yes, you’re Jasmine?” you confirmed, but she shook her head.

“No, I’m Keran. Jasmine got transferred last week.” she said. 

Before you could ask what transferred meant, San came out the back door, Byul weaving between his feet. He brought his cat to work?

“Y/N! Great you’re here. We don’t have a lot of space here, but I had the guys set you up a desk in the file room, so everything is there is you need any forms or anything. But if you get too claustrophobic in there, we can move you to the breakroom or something.

“Oh, I be fine in the file room. Thanks again for letting me set up here.” you said as San lead you down a narrow hallway.

“Oh don’t mention it! The bathroom is the second door on the left and feel free to call if you need anything, or Byul won’t move off of your laptop.” he said with a smile.

At the sound of her name, Byul meowed. You and San both chuckled and you leaned down to scratch her on the head. She headbutted your leg and San happily watched you play with his cat.

Working in the file room was way easier. If you were missing a form you could get it yourself, San was extremely organized. He was also nice enough to bring you coffee from time to time. Really, he was such an angel.

The next day your boss wasn’t back, and after checking in with Heejin and Jacob you went back to San’s to continue working. And she still wasn’t back the day after that. On the fourth day her family reported here missing. After her leave ran out, the administration appointed a new supervisor for your department. He confirmed you to work from San’s offices for the duration of the case, meaning you didn’t have to check in at the office everyday before heading over to his building. 

You never did see that first supervisor again. No one did. You wondered what had happened to her, and you still didn’t know, even now. But something told you you didn’t want to know where she was.