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[behyunki]

hyunki gets interviewed part four

hyunki followed the familiar routine once the team was off stage, waiting his turn to be interviewed. he was more excited for this interview than previous ones, ready to talk about the group's performance. soon enough the staff was ready, and questions were being thrown his way

can you explain your concept to us?

"when we were contemplating the elegant and sexy concept and how it worked with the song itself, we all pretty quickly decided on the idea of criminals and detectives, with one of the detectives actually being another criminal," hyunki began to explain. "we wanted to play with the lyrics that speak about solving puzzle. so the criminals are art thieves who stole a piece of puzzle art, and are leaving small clues along the way for the detectives to follow. the detectives keep feeling like the criminals are always within their grasp, but we would keep escaping. they also are confused because the criminals leave the playing cards as a calling card, one for each suit, but they don't know which criminal represents the diamond, until the end," he explained, referencing to seira's reveal.

was there anyone that was particularly helpful?

"we had a great mix of creative individuals in our group," he began, recalling the individuals within the group and how they played large rolls in getting this performance to where it was. "nayoung was very helpful in figuring out all parts of my character. her advice helped guide me in the right direction for what sexy and elegant is for me," he praised their coach briefly before moving onto his teammates. "siwoo was also very helpful in figuring out the visual aspects, such as the outfit and jewelry. and lastly, touma. we got to work on adjusting the choreography together and it was wonderful to have someone to bounce ideas off of." hyunki felt like he could praise so many of the team.

do you feel like this performance was a redemption from last week's critiques?

hyunki nodded briefly in initial response. "yeah, we definitely delved much further into the creative process this week, and i hope the judges enjoy it!"

[lgcminki]

LGC FAMILY CON ! from NKND to MZSD

minki had always been excited about the family concert. he remembers being a trainee and admiring the work of the sernios artists in the same company as him who have gone through great lengths and achieved so much in their career. he would often wonder what it would be like, when he's one of those artists on stage—if it's even possible for him, in the future. minki remembers performing with the rest of the trainees, if they're lucky they would be sharing the stage with those senior artists too. of course, those artists are the vocal point, with the trainees being an add-on ( not that he minds ). but the experience itself, was something worthwhile and special. every year, it was.

honestly, to minki, it never gets old. no matter what.

so minki finds it hard to believe that this time, he won't be 'just another trainee', after a few years of going through that cycle every year. it's strange, hearing the announcement he's officially part of a group that will be debuting this year, from NKND to MZSD ( he's still trying to get that group name rolling off his tongue, he'd gotten kind of used to NKND ).

it's when he's performing back down with the rest of his hardworking and energetic team that he realizes—ah, this is real. against all odds, minki is on stage this time, as himself, with his group members who will be with him in the long run. that realization makes him feel strange, positively brimming with what he assumes is adrenaline. makes him want to do his best, even though he always does.

minki gives it his all—he hopes to be able to do that for every stage that he's on after all, he doesn't want to be lacking. he has every intention of making his group shine too, like the rest of the senior artists he always looked up to. one day, MZSD can become part of that beaming light. he's confident, for once in his life, melts into the performance he's putting up along with the rest of his members; they'll make it work.

[lgctaeha]

「 ❀ 」  ━━ ˗ˏˋ LOVE, LOVE, LOVE !

NOSTALGIA ✿ PREP WEEK 1

'Taeha are you coming?'

It's not unusual to find the trainee in this state, squirreled away in the corner of her room, nose tucked between the pages of a notebook or a large binder, bursting at the seams with photos, random notes, and other keepsakes. The sound of her name pulls her from her scribbling, greeting the more junior trainee with an eye smile. "Yes, yes, yes! Coming!"

The room is already bustling with trainees of varying years, the overwhelming excitement ( or for some a sense of boredom or indifference ) was heavy in the air. Taeha's is surely making up for a large percentage of it with the way her smile only grows at the sight of the setlist. "Wah, the line up is so amazing! Did you see week 6?!"

She nestles herself into the huddle of senior trainees, gushing over the selections and potential lines when the head coaches begin to file in. Most are familiar, having interacted during evaluations and day to day workshops, but her eyes are focused on a select few she doesn't recognize. One in particular, who introduces himself as one of the head producers, greets the group with a broad smile, eyes scanning his clipboard as he goes over the plan for the next few weeks of rehearsals and filming.

'Isn't he handsome?' Another trainee whispers behind her, to which Taeha can only nod and giggle sitting so closely to the front of the room. She almost can't think of another time she'd been so tuned in to a meeting like this. While the others were busy gushing over how attractive the man was, Taeha seems to be preoccupied with a different matter entirely.

She watches as the dance coach subtly appears at his side, hanging onto his every where as he speaks. The brief moments of eye contact between them that bring a crinkle to the producer's eye. The drawn out laughter of the coach with each and every corny joke he made during his briefing. It was just too obvious.

A mischievous smile tugs at Taeha's lips.

Love was in the air and matchmaker Taeha was so back.

[imfoive]

One and Only - A Snippet

Felix x Reader (fem.) Genre: Forbidden Love au! Angst, Romance, childhood friends-to-lovers, slow-burn WC: 357 Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: The young master had finally returned home from abroad, only to find himself inexplicably drawn to the daughter of the family’s servant, his once-childhood friend. As children they were oblivious to the weight of wealth, ranks, social status. As adults they were painfully aware of such divide. Still, they couldn’t help but let their gazes wander, their touches linger. A charged connection that neither could deny the existence of, one that may just dare to rewrite the rules.

A SNIPPET ────────────────────

Y/N had recognized him instantly.

Even after all these years. Although it would have been ridiculous to ever forget that face in the first place. His unique looks were still as striking as ever, if not even more breathtakingly beautiful.

But it was clear that he had grown. The passage of time is evident in him, in the way he carried himself, in his expressions. His face was sharper, slimmer. With a maturity in the slight crinkles under his eyes whenever he broke into a wide grin or a toothy smile. His slightly long, dark hair was styled neatly, pushed back to reveal his bright complexion, his freckles still as prominent, perhaps had even grown in the number of specks. 

The way he laughed was still the same, yet the sound bellowed with an low echo. Maybe even deeper than she had last remembered. When she had heard it, she had to do a double-take to make sure it was in fact a sound that was coming out from him.

He hadn’t changed. Yet, nothing about him seemed to be the same.

The last time she had seen him he was a head of bleached blonde hair, shorter by a few more inches, and much quieter than he appeared now. 

She wondered if this time around, he remembered her.

He hadn’t back then. 

Although, there were a lot of things he didn’t remember back then. From the layout of his childhood home to some of the servants in the mansion that he had once frolicked around as a child, he couldn’t remember the last time he was here.  

Maybe he would this time. He seemed to have when he had entered the house, his eyes glancing over everything that had changed since he had last seen it, pointing to a certain part that he recalled doing this or that in, unchanged in his eyes.

Sometimes as one gets older, they remember the smallest of things from their childhoods, things that resurface randomly when they do something that triggers a memory.

Nostalgia hitting them with its crashing waves.

It’s how she felt ever since he had arrived this time around. Ever since she had heard his name, mind automatically taking her back to that summer.

Though he didn’t even spare her an extra glance with that nostalgic gaze, eyes trailing past her as he reintroduced himself to everyone that surrounded him.

It made sense that he didn’t.

She wasn’t surprised he didn’t remember.

Why should he anyways?

Who was she for him to keep note of her name?

Of who she was?

Besides being the estate keeper’s daughter, she had no other importance, no other value.

But still, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt, a bitterness creeping down her throat. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ coming soon.

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[acesdiary]

Personal Heater

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notes: im so lonely wtf.

warnings: ACE BEING A TEASE. apart from that it’s all fluff

paring: Portgas D Ace x gn!reader

wc: 357

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“C’mon, Ace, it’s cold!” You whined, teeth chattering as you stood in the doorway of his cabin on the ship. The cold months were always spent within 3 feet of Fire Fist Ace.

He never minded it, how he’d find you under his arm for warmth or holding his hand in both of yours for a few seconds to relieve them of the cold.

…But you’ve never asked to sleep in bed with him for the night.

“…Huh,” He murmured, raising his brows in amusement at the two sweatshirts and three pairs of pants you bundled yourself into. “so you’ve finally lost it.”

“Shut up and let me in, it was your idea to dock the ship near a winter island.” You shot back, before slightly softening your gaze.

“Look— Ace, just let me in you’re basically a living furnace.”

You were getting desperate, the heater in your room barely worked and you felt like you were about to get hypothermia, you were basically using the rest of your body heat as a substitute for now.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised in the morning when you find yourself in my bed” He teased, but he seemed genuine. You tried to find out if the smile on his face was sincere or just sarcasm but it seemed like he was actually serious about letting you in his room.

You just replied with a quiet ‘shush’, walking past him and entering his room, he just gave a small chuckle and closed the door behind you,

You jumped in his bed and snuggled in his blankets, Ace made a small gun gesture, shooting a spark of fire towards the logs which were piled up near the small campfire (note: I forgot what it was called 😭) near the corner of his room, before coming in bed with you.

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You didn’t know how this happened.

In the morning you found your legs tangled with his, his arms wrapped around your torso and your hands against his bare chest,

You could feel the slight warmth on his body from his Devil fruit, you're guessing that’s what kept you warm throughout the night.

It’s going to take a while explaining this one..

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[buggybambi]

Imagine you and Spencer not knowing how to celebrate your first Valentine's together! He just shows up with roses like "I think this is what I'm supposed to do??"

oh my gosh yes!! hope this is good my love ʚɞ - wc: 357 | nav post - request guidelines

The knock on your front door was unexpected, to say the least.

You'd been getting ready for work that morning, preparing yourself for the FBI office to been decorated with the same string of hearts hanging from pillar to pillar, Penelope spoiling everyone with flowers and wearing her favorite heart patterned dress, forcing you to wear the silly heart headband she adored seeing you in. It was tradition, after all.

But, this year was different. This year, you and Spencer Reid were an official couple. That meant something, apparently, and Valentine's Day was apparently supposed to be different for couples. Which is probably why Spencer was now at your door with roses. Lots of roses.

"Hi." You greet hesitantely after opening the door to say hi to him, when he pulled the roses out from behind his back. "Hi. I texted Garcia since she's the one who told me about couples and Valentine's Day which didn't even start as a celebration of love- actually it started as a celebration of the Feast of Saint Valentine which fell on February 14 after the pope declared it so.." He stops himself. ".. I got you these." He holds the flowers out.

You give a small smile, taking them. "Thank you, Spence, they're.. they're gorgeous." You grab a vase and quickly fill it to water, setting the roses in them and placing it on your dining room table as you grab your bag and a box. "I got you a gift, too. They're not flowers but, I thought of you."

He opens the lid, laughing, holding up a heart tie first then the book: "The History of Valentine's Day."

He smiles, pressing his lips against yours for a quick yet still sweet kiss. "Happy first Valentine's Day." He whispers against your lips. You grin. "Happy first Valentine's Day to you, Spence. You did good." You say softly back, as he laughs again.

He takes your hand in his, waiting for you to close and lock your front door, before he walks with you to the car. "Garcia's really gonna love the tie." He says, making you giggle (which makes him smile).

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[kazumist]

EPISODE 31 ✦ TIRED HANDS

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

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a smile creeps onto your face when you see childe’s message saying that he was gonna accompany you as you study. 

hearing the familiar sound of the login machine of the library letting out a beep! your head turned to the library’s entrance to see who it was. and just like you guessed, it was ajax walking inside, trying to find you. quickly shifting your focus back to your work, you waited until he would find you. it wouldn't be hard for him anyway.

ajax’s face immediately lightened up as soon as he saw your water bottle sitting next to your chair, with his eyes soon following to you facing back from him. he makes his way to your seat, silently pulling the seat beside you to claim it as his.

you continue focusing, aware of his presence. but ajax thought you were just ignoring him. so he taps on your shoulder, and when you glance at him, he offers a small wave and mouths the word “busy?” as he points at the textbook and papers in front of you. you mouthed him back, silently saying “a bit.” with an apologetic smile tugging on your lips.

time continues on as both you and ajax focus on writing your separate notes. that is, until you hear ajax crack his knuckles on his right hand before shifting his pen to his left. “you’re ambidextrous? i thought you were also right handed this whole time.” you whispered. “did i surprise you?” he whispers back.

but before you could whisper another reply, ajax smoothly slips his now vacant right hand to your empty left hand. and he continues to do his notes as if nothing happened. while you’re there, stunned, looking back and forth from your intertwined hands to ajax’s side profile. 

“you—what are you doing?”

ajax moves his head in your direction with his eyes following right after and flashes you a cheeky smile. “let me have this. my hand was getting tired,” he whispers before returning back to his task.

you both continue to finish your tasks like this, fingers intertwined and ajax completely oblivious to your blushing face.

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dancing in the rain with ateez - hyung line

SUMMARY: what it's like to dance in the rain with ateez's hyung line, and how it happens. PAIRING(S): ateez hyung line x gn!reader GENRE: fluff! AU/TROPE INFO: implied idol!au, dancing in the rain, established relationship WORD COUNT: 1.7k WARNINGS: mild language RATING: g A/N: i've had these thoughts rolling around in my head for an absurd amount of time. what better time to get them out than the teezer 5 year anniversary? maknae line coming soon. and a huge shout out to my twinnie @pocketjoong for the beta, mwah. NET PINGS: @wonderlandnet

hongjoong (wc: 422)

it’s a near torrential downpour when the two of you finally emerge from his studio. you were deaf to it in the soundproofed walls of hongjoong’s second home, but in the halls of the kq building, the pounding rain echoes clear as day. his eyes widen and you sigh. 

“we could stay and see if it passes?” your boyfriend suggests, and you roll your eyes.

“joongie, it’s three in the morning. we need to get some sleep tonight. and besides, i told you to bring an umbrella. this is just karma.”

resolutely, you start for the door, and you hear hongjoong groan behind you. his footsteps pick up again a moment later.

“i just don’t want you to get soaked, sweetheart, i—”

you reach the door and turn, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at him. “are you sure you're not more worried about your hair?” you tease, reaching up to ruffle the freshly dyed shock of blue.

he rolled his eyes  and batted your hand away, pink tinting his ears. "that, too."

grinning, you take his hand. before he can react, you yank him through the doors and onto the sidewalk. your laughter and the roar of the sheets of rain are not enough to drown out his squawk of protest as you're both doused. 

when you turn to face him, there's an exasperated grin on his face. he tugs you back to him, your own surprised shout leaving you as you collide with his firm chest. 

his arms lace around your waist as your hands settle on his shoulders, and he slowly starts to sway to whatever tune is playing in his head. a soft smile overtakes your features and you reach a hand up, carding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

you both sigh as your lips meet and you melt into each other, the rain muffling the sounds of the city and wrapping you up in your own little world.

you're still swaying when you part, eyes closed as you press into each other, fighting off the chill sinking into your bones with each other's body heat. 

hongjoong pulls back when a shiver lights down your spine, and you reluctantly let your hand drop back to his shoulder. 

a shock of color catches your eye before you can meet his adoring gaze, and you bark a laugh at the pale blue tinting your fingertips and under your nails.

“maybe you were right about your hair,” you hummed, waving your stained hand between you.

“karma.”

seonghwa (wc: 357)

you’re on a quiet stroll through your favorite park, one hand wrapped around your favorite drink and the other laced with seonghwa’s. clouds have hung in the air all morning, the smell of petrichor lingering in the air. but they’ve been there for longer than just today, so neither of you are particularly worried about it.

until, that is, you feel seonghwa startle next to you. he looks up with a furrowed brow, patting the top of his silky hair. 

you tilt your head at him, curious and questioning. “what’s the matter?”

he frowns, reaching an open palm out and shaking his head. “nothing, i guess. i thought i felt rain.”

you frown, reaching out a hand and looking up. nothing. still, you turn your attention back to your boyfriend. “we can head back home, if you’d prefer.”

to your surprise and delight, he huffed a sigh and pouted, shaking his head and tugging you back along the path you had been following before. “no. i’m enjoying this too much.”

it only takes a few minutes before you’re both regretting that suggestion, diving for cover underneath the branches of the trees around you as the rain starts to patter to the ground.

you’re both laughing as you run a hand through your hair. “maybe we should have gone,” you sigh, blinking up at him.

seonghwa hums thoughtfully, a soft smile playing at his lips. “or maybe it’s a good thing we stayed.” 

he stepped toward you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you into his chest and you can feel the warmth radiating from him as you offer him a confused smile, resting your open hand and your near-empty drink on his shoulder.

slowly, he steps back out into the rain, giving you ample time to protest before you’re getting doused too. for a moment, you flinch, but as he starts to sway, you relax in his arms again. 

sighing, you match his rhythm and press your lips against his own. “maybe it is a good thing we stayed.” 

your hopeless romantic of a boyfriend beams, pulling you closer and kissing you once again.

yunho (wc: 409)

you’ve found yourself like this countless times, leaning back against yunho’s warm chest as you both watch the rain fall in curtains against the window. for as long as you’ve been together, rainy days have been for curling up together and keeping dry, but today a certain romanticism tugs at your heartstrings.

“what are you thinking?” he murmurs against your temple, ever-aware of the smallest shifts in your mood.

“just being wistful and dreamy again,” you sigh, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “nothing bad, i promise.”

“okay,” he sighs, a curious lilt in his voice. “then what is it?”

“thinking about dancing in the rain, like we’re in a music video or something.” 

you saw him brighten in the reflection, his sunshiney grin warming your heart. “let’s go, then. let’s do it.” 

you turn in his arms, blinking back at him in confusion. “are you… are you serious? we don’t have to; it’s just one of those dumb little romantic tropes—”

he nods eagerly, releasing his hold around you to take your hand instead, tugging you toward your front door. you follow him in a bit of a daze, a disbelieving smile plastered on your face.

he barely stops to grab your keys and doesn’t give you time to put your shoes on before he’s dragging you out front and into the grass. you squeak at the chill, startled, but follow him as he tugs on your hand, spinning you back into his arms.

the look in his eyes is one you can only describe as “pure adoration” as your open hand lands firm on his shoulder, and he hums softly as he sways with you.

“is it everything you thought it would be?” he teases, eyes twinkling down at you.

“all that and more, yuyu,” you giggle, leaning up to catch his lips in a chaste kiss.

a flash of mischief glints behind his eye, and before you can process the movement, he’s dipping you back toward the ground and locking your lips, kissing you deeper than he had all night.

he swallows the gasp that leaves you and you melt into him, finding yourself completely breathless as he pulls you back up to your feet.

“so much more,” you sigh, giggling against his lips as you trade smaller, sweeter kisses, completely lost in each other as you sway to nothing but the sound of your own breaths and the water falling around you.

yeosang (wc: 527)

“how are you entirely out of batteries?” you groan, flopping back against your boyfriend’s bed. “you’re a gamer, aren’t you supposed to be well-stoked in these things?”

somewhere on the other side of the bedroom, you hear him grunt, huffing an annoyed sigh as you realize the sound was likely accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. “most of my stuff is rechargeable or hardwired. and if i need a flashlight, i usually use my phone.”

“well, maybe you shouldn’t have let it die, then!”

“like you’re any better. i saw you playing pocket camp until yours died, too.”

he’s right and you know it, so you don’t press the issue any further. you can already feel boredom sinking under your skin, though, and you breathe another sigh. outside, lightning flashes and thunder rolls, briefly silhouetting your boyfriend against the window.

“it looks like the convenience store on the corner has power. we could go grab snacks and batteries, then come back and play board games? or maybe the power will be back on by then.”

you join him, huffing an annoyed sigh as he’s proven right. “so the shady corner store has a backup generator and your top-of-the-line dorm doesn’t?”

“there are more fridges in there.” you shudder at the thought of his own fridge. “c’mon, let’s beat the rush, just in case.”

it isn’t until the front door of the building clicks shut behind you, the familiar electronic buzz of the door’s lock glaringly missing that you realize your mistake, “yeo, we can’t card in.” 

he stops in his tracks, blinking with his head half-turned to face you. “shit, you’re right.”

heart dropping, you reach for the door handle, groaning when it doesn’t budge. you try again, tugging harder and harder, panic rising in your throat—

until a warm hand envelopes your own, gently prying your fingers from the metal before pressing a kiss to the tip of each one. you look up at your boyfriend, an apologetic smile on his face, and let yourself slump against him. he hums quietly, the low rumble entwining in his chest with the beating of his heart, and you feel the tension slowly drain from your body as he rocks you gently from side to side. 

“we can still go get snacks, if you want,” he murmurs after a time. “then we can just… hang out until the power’s back on.” 

“not like we have much choice,” you grumble, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

he hums once in affirmation before picking his tune up again, shifting in a small circle as he sways with you. you feel his sigh more than you hear it, his lungs expanding for a moment before he lets his eyes slide closed.

“besides, isn’t dancing in the rain with the love of your life supposed to be romantic?”

you’re silent for too long, and when he opens his eyes, he’s relieved to find you grinning up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “am i the love of your life, sangie?” 

his eyes go wide, cheeks and ears blossoming pink as he realizes what he said. well, there was no going back now.

“yes. you are.” 

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[vinnieswife]

Hi :D, I'm sorry to bother you, but I just found your page and I love it!, so I was thinking of a story of Macgyver.

When the Reader is recruited in Phoenix, and she is as intelligent as Mac, and have similar skills. So Mac is amazed and he starts to feel attracted to her because he have never met a person that understands him.

Idk if I'm asking to much, if so, I'm SO sorry. :c

Btw english isn't my first language I'm from Argentina so I'm sorry if my grammar sucks :'(

OMG I LOVE THIS, it’s so short tho, i’m from Spain no worries amor <3

Angus Macgyver x fem!reader

wc: 357

warnings: none

At Phoenix headquarters, the air is charged with anticipation. You've been recruited for a crucial mission, and as you meticulously review the documents, MacGyver, a seasoned maverick from the agency, enters the room with his characteristic calm yet alert demeanor. “who’s this matilda?”, she smiled looking at him “y/n she will help us with a couple of missions her occurrences match yours so having both on our team will be great”

Your gazes meet, and he, with his ability to read people, immediately recognizes the spark of ingenuity in your eyes. Intrigued, as matilda leaves you two, he approaches you, and you begin exchanging ideas about the upcoming mission. Amid improvised schemes and creative solutions, the spark of a unique connection ignites.

The more they work together, Mac noticed surprising similarities between them: creativity in problem-solving, the ability to improvise, and a passion for exciting challenges.

As time passed, the connection between you and Mac strengthened with each mission successfully tackled together. On a quiet night after a triumphant operation, as you shared experiences in the break room, he couldn't help but express his growing feelings.

“you know y/n, every time we work together, I realize how incredibly compatible we are. Not just professionally, but also... personally."

You, with a knowing smile, nodded, feeling the same connection. “Seriously, have you turned your feelings into a compatibility test between us?" you laughed, his face grew red. “I wouldn’t word it like that but…yeah”

As you shared more moments outside of missions, Mac gathered the courage to take the next step.

"And what if she rejects me, Jack? It'll be catastrophic," Mac was so stressed, but he needed to give it a try.

"Come on, Mac, you know her. We both know she's going to say yes. Be a man and get the girl."

Mac nodded, approaching you after the mission. Your hair was disheveled, and your clothes were dirty, but to him, you were the most polished girl in the world.

"Hey," you looked up. "Oh, hi," you could see he was nervous. "Are you okay?" you asked. "Oh, yeah, don't worry. Um, can I talk to you for a moment?" you nodded and Mac glanced at Jack, who smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

"How about we celebrate something more than paperwork after this? How about going to dinner with me?" he said, smiling while scratching the back of his neck.

You, surprised but pleased, enthusiastically accepted the invitation.

Suddenly, a shout was heard, "I told you!" and right after that, Jack was hugging both of you.

"Took you long enough huh.”

That night, amid laughter and confidences, you and MacGyver discovered that your connection wasn't just professional; it extended to a romance that flourished with time and shared experiences.

[chrissdollie]

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♡ a/n: so i decided to post the chapters after i write them. this does mean that they'll posted far apart and not every other day like i originally intended. for those of you who don't already know, this series is pretty much the first three twilight books with my own twists hehe. it's going to be separated into three Acts. Act 1: Twilight, Act 2: New Moon, Act 3: Eclipse. i can't wait for this journey and hope u guys enjoy it ! :)

♡ summary: you moved from the sizzling hot arizona to the depressive rainy washington in a small town called forks. it was terribly boring.. until you meet a gorgeous townie and fall in love. but what do you do when your childhood friend interferes with your feelings? ♡ warnings/notes: a matt sturniolo and chris sturniolo love triangle series, cursing, lowercase intended, use of "yn", cry!baby reader n/n = nickname ♡ wc: 3.5k

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ACT 1: TWILIGHT

you miss arizona terribly. moving to the small town of forks in washington was something you never would have dreamed of. your wacko mom sent you to stay with your father for a while and start a new life while she went away with phil, her new husband. it had rained every single day since the moment your plane landed-- it was summer when you moved. you despise it here. summer was supposed to be hot, and you should have been going to the pool! you were going to get a lovely tan to show off for the new school year, but instead, you were stuck inside your girly room reading for the entire break.

though you must admit, when you first entered the shabby house filled with dingy furniture--(you could practically hear your mother's voice complaining), you hadn't expected to get so comfortable so quick. charlie, your dad, wasn't half bad. he's a cool and laid-back guy who didn't prod into your life and bug you as much as you thought he would. unexpectantly, your small black kitten lilith took a liking to him too. lilith is your little companion who you bring along anywhere. her fur's always decorated in cute pink bows so the two of you could match. in a way, she's your best (and now only) friend.

as you sit in a rusty old truck gifted to you by charlie, you bite the inside of your cheek, looking around the tarnished vehicle with a distasted frown on your gloss-covered pouty lips. you couldn't complain, of course, you really appreciated it. you've been wanting a car for forever... but it was so slow!

groaning at the speedometer, you realize that the maximum speed is 55. you sigh, deciding to stop nitpicking the truck considering it's the only one you've got. the rain pitter-patters on your windows along with your squeaky windshield wipers swiping the water off. you pull into your new school's parking lot where students were just beginning to arrive. you put the vehicle into park, but you don't get out right away.

you exhale as your manicured nails anxiously tap against the steering wheel. you miss your friends back home. you don't want to go here! everybody looks so dreadful. besides, you'd already spent the last two years sucking up to your teachers. all of that was down the drain now. and to make matters even worse, forks high school has an underwhelming amount of students: 357 kids-- well, 358 now. in this small town, everybody knows everybody, which means that everyone is going to know that you're an arizonian freak... maybe you're overreacting.

you bite your glossy lip hesitantly before grabbing your pink puffer tote and umbrella. you quickly jump out and slam the truck door shut. you hurriedly rush to the main building where you're greeted by a woman in a purple t-shirt, automatically making you feel overdressed in your denim skirt and pretty brandy melville shirt with a brown zippered jacket over it-- not to mention the sum of all your accessories. you close your umbrella and greet the woman back with a soft smile. she kindly hands you a map of the school and your assigned schedule. "your first class is in building three, room 3-104, dearie."

you nod and thank the lady for her help before opening your umbrella again to head to the building with a black "3" sloppily painted on the side. you open the door, stepping inside and shutting your umbrella once more before walking down the hall to your classroom, checking the number on your paper schedule to be sure. you arrive, your hand reaching for the doorhandle, taking a quick breath. you'd already gotten a few double takes in response to your girly appearance when you were strolling down the hallway. you hope no one bothers you about it.

the door opens creakily. the classroom is small and tight, almost suffocating. you hang up your coat on one of the hooks lined up against the wall. walking up to the teacher's desk, you hand him a late pass with your basic information. you prepare the words you're going to say when you're asked to introduce yourself. you aren't a social person, so maybe this'll be good for you! but the scruffy man grunts and points to an empty desk at the back of the room. oh. well, it'd be hard for people to judge your appearance in the back, so you can't say you're disappointed.

you kept your eyes down for most of the class, not bothering to scan the room and learn people's faces along with their names. the teacher had given you a reading list, but you'd already read everything before. shakespeare, bronte, faulker.. how boring! though it was also a comfort that you already knew everything and had nothing to worry about. suddenly, the bell rings-- not a satisfying chime like the one back home, more nasally and uncomforting. a short but brawny boy sitting in front of you turns around and brushes back his fluffy brown hair. "you're yn swan, aren't you?"

"uh-huh." you nod, looking up in small surprise. some people turned their heads to see why their friend was speaking to the weird girl from out of town. he hums contently. "where's your next class?" he asks, not even bothering to tell you his name. "oh, uhh.." you check your schedule before looking back up. "...government with jefferson. building six." his curious eyes brighten. "i'm headed to building four.. i could show you the way? i'm nate." the corner of your lips turn up. "that'd be really helpful, thank you." you smile in a friendly manner, nate smiling with you.

the two of you picked up your jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up heavily. as you walked, you noticed a few people lurking behind you-- almost as if they were eavesdropping nosily. nate clears his throat. "soo, this is pretty different from pheonix, huh?" he shoves his hands into his pockets as his head cocks towards you who's still looking down. "oh yeah, very."

"how often does it rain?"

"mm, three or four times a year."

"shit, what's that like?" he chuckles.

you shrug awkwardly. "sunny."

once you two reach your class, nate opens the door for you, a little over-helpfully. "well, good luck. maybe we'll see each other again in some other class." he said almost hopefully. you nod vaguely and head inside. the rest of the morning passed by in fast forward. your trig teacher was the only one who made you stand in front of your classmates to introduce yourself-- you stammered and tripped over your shoes on the way back to your seat.

in every subject, there was always at least one person who decided to be bold and chatty, asking you questions about living here in forks compared to pheonix. in all honesty, you just lied a lot. you didn't want to be that loser who hated something without really giving it a chance, so you repeated the same phrase every time someone asked how you were liking forks so far. "it's cool! this is what i needed, a change of atmosphere." one girl sat next to you in trig and french, a pale girl with a ginger ponytail. she was the chattiest of chatterboxes.

in trig, she turned to you abruptly, grabbing your hand. your eyes widened unexpectantly, but she spoke before you could. "hi! are you new here? i've never seen you before. wow, you're SO pretty!! i love your outfit, it's so cute. everyone normally dresses like they're homeless, but not you-- oh! my name is jessica, sorry, that was SO rude.."

she thoughtfully demanded she walk you to lunch, prattling about teachers and students as you walked to the cafeteria, but you didn't try too hard to keep up. she leads you towards a long table, full of her friends. she introduces you to every single one and you annoyingly forget all of their names as soon as she says them. you sit squished between all seven students, trying to keep up with the conversation when a certain group captures your attention.

they're sat in the corner of the cafeteria away from everyone else. there's four, but none of them spoke. they didn't bother to look anywhere else besides their table, so your eyes were free to roam. they all grabbed curiosity without even trying-- they're angelic. two boys and two girls. the girls look like polar opposites. one is tall with luscious golden hair, the type that'd make any girl furious with envy. the smaller one is chubby with long silky black hair. her eyes are big and doe-like. the boys seem to be twins, but you can easily tell the difference. the bigger one is wearing a blue zip-up sweater but still manages to look majestic. you notice he often messes with his red-dyed hair or nose ring. and then you shift your gaze to the other twin. he was the most beautiful out of them all. his small silver earrings shook as he moves his head to the side, clearly thinking about something. he has tattoos littering his arms, giving him a tough image.

at the same time, they're all very similar. every one of them is chalky pale, very pale. they all have dark eyes despite the difference in hair coloring. they also have dark shadows under their eyes, like they were suffering from many sleepless nights. you can't look away. they look perfect. inhumanly beautiful. the students at your table were still talking to you though they weren't exactly aware that you hadn't been listening for at least five minutes. "erm- jessica. who are they?" your words stop the conversation as the students' eyes follow your pointed finger. their eyes flicker over to the table before back to you within a second. jessica giggles almost nervously. "well, that's rosalie and madison filipowicz, and nicolas and matthew sturniolo. they all live with jimmy sturniolo and his wife." she lowered her tone so only people close by can hear.

you don't mind keeping your eyes on them, they're mesmerizing. "so, which are the sturniolos? the girls don't look related.."

jessica glances towards them again. "they're not. they were both adopted by dr. jimmy and his wife, marylou. nick and matt are twins obviously and they're the doctor's actual kids." you nod along and find your focus staying mostly on matthew. his long pale fingers slowly peel an orange, his eyes filled with boredom. you don't move your glance when you talk again. "have they always lived here?"

jessica replies in a voice implying that it should be obvious, "no, they moved here two years ago from alaska or some shit, i dunno.."

you're still examining them when matthew looks up directly at you. your eyes widen and turn away immediately filled with embarrassment. jessica noticed you eyeing him and grins. "matt doesn't date. bummer, 'cus he's totally gorgeous.. guess none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him. self-absorbed rich boy..." she mutters the last part under her breath and you wonder if he's turned her down before. you bite your lip to cover up your smile, then you look at him again. his face is turned away, but it looks like his cheek's lifted as if he were smiling too.

lunch went by fast and your next class is biology two. when you get to the room, you notice that all the black-topped lab tables are taken with partners-- except for one. right in the center, matthew from lunch sits by himself. you huff quietly and walk down the aisle to your teacher's desk to introduce yourself. and of course, he assigns you to the only free seat next to matt. when you're walking back to the table, you notice how he's become stiff and rigid in his chair. he looks at you with a strange expression, a furious expression.

you avoid eye contact, sitting down and dropping your bag on the floor next to you. matt readjusts himself so that he's leaning away from you, as far away as possible. you scoff silently, wondering what his problem is. maybe it was what happened at lunch? oh shit, he probably thinks you're a creep. your teacher begins a lecture on cellular anatomy, something you already did back home. you decide to take notes anyway, pulling out gel pens and highlighters.

you feel his eyes on you again. staring. criticizing. you don't care though. you perkily take your pretty notes and he'll just have to deal with the noises of uncapping and recapping highlighters. you glance down at his arm laying on the table close to you. it's pale and muscular. his hand's clenched into a tight fist and you can't help but wonder if it's because of you. nono, it is because of you. it's almost ten minutes later and he still hasn't relaxed his tense figure, so the annoyed clench must be your fault.

the class ends after what felt like forever. as the loud bell rings, matt abruptly sprints out of his seat with his belongings and rushes out the door. you exhale with a pout. why is he so mean? maybe you should've apologized for admiring him during the earlier period. you start piling your stuff into your pink bag, ignoring the hot tears rising and blurring your vision. infuriatingly, you cry for everything like a little baby. you pull your schedule out of your pocket, unfolding it to see your next class. last period is p.e? that sucks. not only are you terrible at anything physical, you're gonna go home a sweaty mess.

you make it to the girls' locker room and see jessica tying her bright red hair up into a tight ponytail. she notices you walking in and smiles brightly. "oh my gosh, hi yn!! what a coincidence you're here! i haven't seen you since lunch, feels like it's been hours-" as she begins to ramble, you choose a locker and load your jacket and purse inside. while she's talking, another girl comes up behind her, tapping her shoulder fast. "jess! chris is coming to pick up nate after school." she shrieks, clapping her hands together excitedly. jessica's eyes widen and her smile somehow grows wider.

you watch the both of them squeal, and wonder if they're talking about your chris, your best friend when you were younger and visited forks on holiday breaks. jessica catches your eye and calms down to explain. "christopher owen is the hottest guy you'll ever see! probably even better looking than matt- you remember, right? the guy i was showing you- yeah anyway, he lives in la push which totally sucks but his best friend goes here so sometimes he comes on his motorcycle to pick him up."

you nod along. "christopher owen? like.. brown hair blue eyes?" you realize how his face kind of reminds you of matthew and nicolas. but maybe your memory's just hazy. jessica's eyes widen like a cartoon. her friend grabs her hand, "holy shit, you know him?! you have to introduce us, pleaseee!!"

you shrug awkwardly. "oh, i dunno. i haven't seen him in a couple of years-" you're thankfully cut off when the coach walks in and blows his whistle to signal that class is starting. the two girls badger you as you walk out into the gym where a volleyball net is set up. ah great. you cringe just thinking about the so many ways you could get hurt.

forty-five minutes later, you only got hit on your head by the ball two times! that's a win. jessica and her friend make it to the locker room before anyone else, collecting their stuff and yours to then run back to where you're still not even out of the gymnasium yet. they grab both of your arms and drag you out of the building. jessica's friend lets go of your arm, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "can i see your schedule?" she asks, holding her hand out. you hum, "sure, one sec.." you check your jacket pockets just to find them empty. "uh.." you mutter, looking through your bag.

"maybe you dropped it somewhere?" she suggests, peeking into your bag. you sigh and stop walking. "i have to get another one. when does the front office close?" you question hurriedly. "umm in a bit! go!! but be back quick, chris is gonna leave soon.." jessica whines at the last part. you hold onto your bag tightly and run to building one, the wind strongly blowing in your face along with little drops of rain. you swing the door open and see matthew standing in front of the receptionist's desk. you bite the inside of your cheek unpleasantly. he's arguing with the woman in a low attractive voice. it sounds like he's trying to trade sixth period biology to any other class... wait a damn minute.

your mouth opens into an 'o' with pinched eyebrows. he has biology with you. what a dick! he turns around annoyed and gives you a cold glare. he exhales and turns back to the receptionist. "nevermind. it's alright, thanks anyway." he waves his hand and storms out the door like earlier. your lip quivers but you blink back tiny tears, walking up to the desk. you explain the stupid situation, already beginning to show your irresponsibility. she prints a second schedule and hands it to you without a problem. "how was your first day?" she toothily smiles.

you purse your lips. "not bad" is all you say before you're waving to the sweet lady and walking out the door. you see a small crowd formed in the parking lot and catch sight of jessica and her friend with hands on their mouths. you curiously walk faster to where they stand. you see a big intimidating motorcycle revving up to which the students cheer. wow. you weren't wrong, chris looks identical to nick and matt. however, you fold your arms with a big grin spreading on your face. your childhood friend sits on the bike, his fluffy hair blowing in the wind. jessica latches onto your arm, "talk to himm!" she urges. you suck your teeth.

"why aren't you wearing a helmet??" you call out maternally. some people turn around, but you keep looking at chris' reaction when his eyes go big. "IS THAT MY- holdon man." he starts but slaps nate's shoulder as he gets off his bike. chris chuckles, observing your face. he's big, much bigger than you expected. his arms are large and lean in his black tank top-- gosh, he must be cold. he comes up to you, ruffling your hair with his big hand. "i'm not wearing a helmet 'cus it'll fuck up my hair. what the fuck are ya doin' here? it's been so long!"

you giggle, giving him a hug. he pats your back somewhat awkwardly as the small crowd begins to decrease as people get into their cars. jessica and her friend hang around and squeal girlishly at the physical contact, but you ignore them. "i moved here over the summer!- wow, you're tall." you look up at him, cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling. he kisses your head in a friendly manner and pulls away from the hug. "yeah, justin says i'm gettin' too big to live with." he grins playfully. you like how his face didn't change that much compared to the rest of his body. he still has the same cheesy smile that was always plastered on his face.

"well, how d'ya feel bein' here? actually, my bad n/n-" you let out a small giggle at the familiar nickname that only he was allowed to call you. "-i gotta take this punk home. but i'll stop by your place soon, promise." he gives you another quick hug before patting your head jokingly. you laugh, waving his hand off. "okay, bye!!" you wave as he gets onto his motorcycle, nate clinging onto his back. he gives you a small wink and drives off.

"i didn't know chris was a triplet.." you mutter. jessica happens to pick it up. "oh yeah, but i guess they're not really close. they never talk to each other when chris comes here. actually.. i don't think i've ever seen them all together." she quickly shrugs it off, changing the subject. interesting, chris doesn't even have the same last name as matt and nick. you shake away these thoughts, who cares? not any of your business anyway. you catch matthew getting into the driver's seat of a white volvo a few cars down from yours. he eyes you for a quick second before pulling out and driving away. you chuckle in disbelief. dick.

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Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 3

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications

WC: 2.9K

“So here are her prescribed medications. The dosages are stated on the stickers on the packets and these are the pills for her upcoming heat.” The rejectionist goes through each medication with Seokjin. “I heard that you had a male hybrid before?” 

Seokjin nodded.

“Right, so heats are similar to ruts. Essentially the same thing, just a different name for a different gender.” 

Seokjin nodded. 

“Based on how long Ms L/N has recounted her last heat, the injection today is to try and stabilise her hormones. Therefore, it may induce an early heat. Ultimately, it should arrive in about a week or so.” The receptionist handed Seokjin some brochures. “So the total for today would be $357.”

Seokjin was quick to complete the transaction and take you out of Hobi’s arms again. He could sense from the time you got injected, that you were getting angsty. As Hobi drove back to the apartment, Seokjin was sifting through your medications again, reading them carefully. He grasped a few things from learning from Taehyung about medicines. He came across the brochures and the box of heat suppressants. 

Seokjin vaguely recalled Jimin using them but Jimin never did like to. He often took rut leaves and then extra classes once they were over. He recalled Jimin saying that they often make his after-rut hormones haywire. So as Seokjin stared at the 10 centimeters by 2 centimeters box in his hands, he wished that Jimin was still here with him to help him through the choices. But even more, he wished that you had somebody to confide in and wished to see Jimin happy with another hybrid one. 

Seokjin may be ‘allergic to seriousness’ as he likes to tell others but when it comes down to certain people and situations, he would be all on board for it. Hybrids have soulmates. They say due to the constant cross-breeding that they have a lesser chance to find their own nowadays. Jealous as he may be, Seokjin had always wished for Jimin to find his. A day that could have been celebrated with all the joy in the world vanished in the blink of an eye. A future of everything burst into flames that very moment Seokjin had allowed him to go out. 

Your fault. 

Yes, it was. 

Death threats hung high for Jimin but he had always looked into the future more than the past. He had worked harder than Seokjin had ever seen anybody work. And he still allowed him to go out when the whole world was against him then. Seokjin rubbed his face and sighed into his hands. Peeking through his fingers, he saw you looking up at him, nose constantly twitching.

Seokjin brought his hands down and held his palm up to you. Surprisingly, you accepted it and jumped into his hold, letting him stroke you from head to snout.  Your small body vibrated in his hold and he was a little worried about how much you could take before a limb popped out of place. But he was glad that you allowed him to even come close to you despite the mishap he had with you earlier in the day. He has to find a way to make it up to you for that situation. 

As Hobi stopped the car outside the private lift, he turned around and asked, “Need any help, Hyung?” 

Seokjin shook his head. “All’s good. Thanks for driving.”

“No probs. Call if you need.”

Seokjin nodded his thanks, scoping all your belongings together with him. By now, you had made your way into the snugly hoop of his hoodie. Seokjin could feel your weight pulling and was very much aware of your consistent breathing against his back. Silently, he opened the front door,  placed your clothes on the edge of the sofa, and set the medication in their respective boxes. Sifting through the groceries in the fridge, Seokjin decided to whip up a quick makguksu(막국수). 

Seokjin placed a pot of water on the induction cooker and took out all the ingredients he needed. Bell peppers, cabbage, carrots, chicken breast, and more. First, he made the sauce for the noodles by adding red chilli powder, chicken broth, onion, pear, radish, soy sauce, sesame oil, yellow mustard, more salt, Maesil syrup, and of course sugar to combat the saltiness. He mixed them all together and placed them in the refrigerator after wrapping them. The now fully boiled chicken breast sits in the bowl Seokjin placed it in to cool down. He quickly gets to work by tearing the chicken into thin slices and chopping the vegetables. The buckwheat noodles were then flung against the wall and yes, they stuck. 

So Seokjin washed them under cool water and plated them in a low bowl. Taking the sauce out of the fridge, Seokjin drizzled it over the ingredients and with a flourish, garnished it with a single coriander. He placed all the dishes in the sink before bringing the bowls into the living room. Setting a cup of mixed berry juice for you, Seokjin returned to the kitchen to pick his soju-flavoured poison for the night. As he sat on the sofa, he slowly plucked you from the hood of his hoodie, setting your now fussy being on the carpet. Your teeth chittered together and you squirmed around, a voice of disgruntled leaving your maw. 

“Come on now… Dinner, dinner.” Seokjin mixed your noodles. You whined, shifting into your human counterpart so as to have a proper meal. 

You had learnt to understand Mr Park a little more during your visit to the doctor’s. 

He had a calico cat hybrid that was coincidentally named Jimin and had passed away a few years ago in a car accident. Mr Park did not go into details of the accident but you could feel the sorrow leaving him in waves. 

He must have really loved his hybrid. 

He had explained to the doctors the situation of your bidding and the triggers he thinks you have - which are surprisingly accurate that you didn’t even know them yourself. It was only when the doctors took you out of your little cocoon in the blanket that you hissed at them. Mr Park started placating with you, trying to give you the toy instead but you outright refused it. You wanted the blanket. You wanted to burrow in it. Sink in the oh-so-familiar scent. The cat was covered in the same exact scent. 

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

Your silent bestfriend.  

No, no. It couldn’t be. 

You refused to believe that the highest possibility was him until you had hard evidence. 

Mr Park managed to somewhat calm you down but the moment they brought out the needle, started to grow fussy and move about. You didn’t want to be injected with any more synthetic hormones. You wanted to be normal.

Is it so hard to ask? A normal life?

You bit the doctor’s finger as you scurried away, jumping right back into the folds of the blanket when you were suddenly ripped away from it again. 

No, no, no. 

You fussed, pushed, bit, scratched, anything and everything. A loud yell stops you dead in your tracks. Looking up, you saw Mr Park holding his fingers in a fist. You whimpered. You didn’t mean to. 

Sorry, sorry, sorry. 

You whimpered louder, trying to convey your message. You were suddenly yanked back and you panicked. Just then, Mr. Park stopped the doctors. 

“Enough.”

Nobody moved. 

Mr. Park walked over to you and scooped you up, wrapping the blanket over you like it was your safety blanket. You relished in the familiar material you had known for forever. Mr Park placed you down together with you wrapped up cosily in the blanket and placed the stuffed cat in front of you as well. 

“These injections are to help you regulate your hormones. With all the synthetic hormones that did not belong to your type constantly being pumped into you, your side effects act up so often that you don’t even realise them. These few jabs will help neutralise most of them and then we will leave the rest to nature’s work, yeah? One is for flu, one is for general viruses in hybrids, and the last one is for regulation.” Mr Park held out the finger you bit him on, placing it in front of you. “Deal? I promise there are no more than three shots and none of the reasoning I haven’t already listed out.” You placed your tiny paw on his finger. 

Truce.

The doctors have done a quick work at giving you the respective injections and just like Mr Park had truly promised, there was no more than three. You were quick to get drowsy in the warmth of Mr Park’s hoodie that it blinded you when he picked you out of it. 

You were not truly awake and had trouble lifting the spoon without your head almost falling into the bowl any second. It wasn’t until you felt something at your lips that you instinctively squinted up. The nudge on your lip was enough indication for you to open your mouth. 

Eat.

You could’ve moaned at how good it tasted - hopped high enough to be thought of as a bunny - if you had enough energy. Now, you gave Mr. Park a sleepy nod. If the food was poisoned, at least you would die with a happy, delicious last meal. You were much too tired to care right now. Mr Park continuously fed you until you stopped him, mouth full of food you have yet to swallow as you were too full. You heard soft chuckles coming from him. 

“Okay. I’ll finish the rest. Eat what you have in your mouth and you can sleep.”

Sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing indeed. 

You had woken up on the sofa in the living room with a few more blankets on top of you. Mr Park was nowhere to be found and the room was pitch black. As a hamster, your animal counterpart is nocturnal and sometimes it comes in extremely handy. Unfortunately, it was not a skill you like to have during rainy days. The curtains of the living room were not closed and as lightning struck too close for comfort, you got a full view of it. The sudden attack of bright lights blinded you as heavy thunder echoed through the house. You squeaked out, burying yourself under the covers in an attempt to block out the noises. The rain got heavier and the harsh sounds of raindrops hitting the roof and window sills had you vibrating under the layers. 

As the next lightning struck, you sprinted out of your shell and bounded over to Mr. Park’s room. You had wished that you wouldn’t give in so easily but there was nothing about Mr. Park that made you feel… unwanted.

For now. 

You knew as time passed, things would go back to how they were with all your other owners. However, you’ve always treasured fond memories with humans, giving you a serving reminder that there is still good in people. 

Situations can never say how a person may react. 

Perhaps because you were hip-to-hip attached to one of the most empathetic hybrids in the facility while growing up, but you never changed your point of view of people. Yes, as situations start to deteriorate, you learn to close yourself up but when you meet new people you always try to be as open as possible. As the thunder boomed, you squeaked, jumping in the air. Hurrying your steps, you were glad to have found Mr Park’s door open. Quickly sliding through the tiny gap between the wall and the door, you rounded circles on the floor with your blanket in tow. Making quick work of a makeshift bed, you huddled in your little barrier and fell back asleep. 

At least you had some form of comfort that you weren’t alone in the storm. 

The second time you were woken up was by the feeling of being lifted up. You felt your head roll between two large palms that placed you on a soft cushion before leaving you. You recognized the heavy scent the place permeates. 

Fig and cedar - a woody and calming scent. 

Mr Park’s scent. 

You snuggled deeper into the silky material you were placed in you let yourself be pulled back into the dreamland. 

Seokjin had woken up in the middle of the night when thunder struck, his sleep-muggled brain only thinking about you. Only to nearly step on you as he found you cuddled up beside his bed. Seokjin had carefully picked you up, trying not to wake you, and placed you onto his pillow. Switching his pillow so that you’ll have the one he just laid on, he adjusted the blankets around you and fell back asleep. 

Now, Seokjin was in the process of making breakfast. Well, attempting to make breakfast. It isn’t that he can’t cook but rather he doesn’t know what to cook. He isn’t sure of your allergies, your likes and dislikes, your absolutely loves and hates. Sighing, Seokjin decided to just whip up simple souffle pancakes with some strawberries on the side. 

Seokjin quickly took out all the ingredients he needed - eggs, sugar, milk, almond flour (for easier digestion), and baking powder. 

Seokjin first separated the egg yolks from the egg whites, leaving the remaining unused egg yolks wrapped up in the fridge. He wished the egg yolks with sugar while slowly mixing in the milk. Proportionately sifting the flour and baking powder of the mixture, Seokjin made sure there were no clumps. Then, he placed the egg whites and baking powder in a mixer, slowly whipping them while adding sugar to make a glossy, thick meringue. Taking a third of the meringue, it was placed into the bowl of yolk mixture and Seokjin folded it in until a pale yellow colour. He repeated the process with the remaining meringue. 

Bending down, Seokjin took out a pan from the cabinets, hauling it up with the lid. After heating, he spread a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pan. Then using an ice cream scooper, he scooped the batter on the pan in batches. Placing the lid over, it cooked for four minutes before opening to add another batch of batter on top of the current one and repeat the process of cooking. After another five minutes, Seokjin flipped the pancakes around and left them to cook for another four minutes. 

Carefully taking them out, Seokjin placed the washed and dried strawberries on top of the pancakes. Deciding that blueberries would do the colouring well, Seokjin took out a box and plated the sides. Only after deciding that they looked good did Seokjin throw the dirty dishes in the sink and head up to wake you. But you weren’t where he left you and he started fricking out, rushing into your room to find you dressed and… struggling to tie your hair?

You had turned to him with wide eyes, hands in your hair, trying to re-arrange them. Guess you were having a bad hair day. Seokjin willed his heart to calm down as he chuckled, slowly walking over to you, hands at his sides. 

“May I?” Seokji gestured to your hair. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries again. 

You nodded. 

Seokjin braided your hair simply. During the whole time, you were fidgeting with your blankets and your dress, constantly biting your bottom lip. Seokjin’s hands landed on your shoulders after he finished braiding your hair and said, “Stop biting that lip, ham.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ham?” You asked him with the cutest pout on your lips. 

“Yep. It’s easier than two syllables ‘HamHam’ so just ‘Ham’.” 

You looked confused. Where did this come from?

“I am a hamster not a piece of ham.”

Seokjin burst out laughing. “Isn’t it shorter for Ham instead of Hamster?” Seokjin couldn’t stop laughing. You sounded so… pouty. 

“I am not a piece of ham!” 

Seokjin wiped his tears. “Of course, Ham.”

You huffed and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting why you were nervous before. Seokjin was glad to have managed to take your mind off some things. 

“Come on. I made breakfast and we will leave after that.”

“Leave?” You were back to looking scared. 

“Yes. We need to get you a new collar. A comfortable one.” Seokjin explained, hoping that you would understand the need. He hopes that one day, hybrids will be able to walk freely and be their own person rather than having to be dependent on ownership to survive. But for now, it is important for him to stake a claim on you so that you don’t get unnecessarily attacked. 

You nodded and the fumbling of your hands was back. 

“What’s wrong?”

You were hesitant. “Ehm… Wha…What’s for breakfast?”

“Souffé pancakes!” Seokjin beamed. “With as much whipping cream and maple syrup as you want. Of course not forgetting the side of strawberries and blueberries - wait, are you allergic to them?”

You shook your head. 

“Nice!” He held out a hand for you and almost swooned when you accepted it. “Let’s go!”

Hi everyone!!

Sorry for skipping the updates. Unlike Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" This series has not been completed. However, all the chapters posted have been edited and checked. It's currently the peak examination period and I will not be posting as often. This series will be updated every Monday only.

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content: cuddling, kisses, fluff

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you sigh as you feel the bed beside you dip from the weight of your boyfriend, but you didn't stop scrolling on your phone. without much thought, he cuddled closer to you, arm wrapping around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

"whaddya doing?" he mumbles, moving the angle of his head to look towards your phone. "nothing," you responded back. he hummed, watching as you scrolled mindlessly through your favourite brain-numbing media app. he closed his eyes and put his forehead on your shoulder. it wasn't usual for him to be this calm and non-chaotic, so whenever it happened, you knew better than to take it for granted.

you closed your phone and asked him, "are you bored?" he nodded. "wanna watch a movie?" he shook his head no. "..are you okay?"

he shook his head again. poor baby, you thought.

setting your phone on your desk, you moved to lay down on the bed, disrupting his position on your shoulder. he decided to follow suit, crawling into your open arms, hugging you. you pulled away from him for a bit and stared into his eyes. scooting closer to him, you moved in to peck his lips once before pulling away slightly, your noses touching. the movement tickled him, and for the first time that night, a giggle escaped his lips. you smiled at him, his happiness infectious.

even though he wasn't feeling his best, he still found it in him to show you how much he loved you in the smallest ways. his hands rubbing your back, when you should be the one trying to comfort him. he kissed your collarbone once before burying his face in your neck.

warmth flooded your heart in giddiness, words could not describe the love you felt for him. out of nowhere though, he began to speak. "you.." he cuddled you tighter; relishing in the way you combed your fingers through his locks. he heaved a relived sigh, like the worries and troubles he'd been burdened with were melting with every stroke of your hand. "you're my lifeline. i love you."

you smiled, "i love you too."

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#Twilight who?

Ft: vampire!Ayato and gn!reader Synopsis: in which you go about your daily life with your ceo boyfriend who also happens to be a vampire

Warnings: standard vampire stuff no full detail or graphic things (small amounts of blood, and mentions of biting), slight mentions of suggestive and flirty actions. Dni if vampires make you uncomfy

wc: 357

Final notes: this is a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but I have a series that’s gonna be starting soon! So I’m gonna work on that a bit, so this is like just some quick headcannons for a bit!

When you first met, you thought he was a stereotypical money sucking parasite in the business world. Turns out he was sucking another thing. Blood.

He set some boundaries at the beginning of the relationship. He didn’t tell you he’s a vampire until you were a year into the relationship

It was an accidental discovery too. You walked into his room by accident and found his blood stash.

You didn’t really care that much. He didn’t bother you about it much, so he didn’t bother you about it. Although it did clear up some things

Why he always works and night and none of his business meetings are ever in the morning.

Also whenever he’s drinking his “red wine” at dinner it’s really just blood

Slick ass mf

Whenever he does get up in the morning (you have to drag him out the house) ayato always wears his black sunglasses.

He’s pouty and dramatic

Never ever wants to go outside unless necessary

You will have to pick him up and drag him out of bed if you want to get anything done in the day.

He tries to act all seductive by doing those stereotypical “vampire things”

Like wearing all black, acting constantly flirty and mysterious, and acting like he’s gonna bite you but gives you a kiss instead

It’s at that moment when you call him a dork

Ayato will go be emo in a corner if you tell him that

You think he gets all those ideas from vampire romance novels

Which is generally never a good idea

He somehow convinced you to watch the first twilight movie with him and it was an instant regret moment

He vowed to never touch that series again

Calling it a “harmful and inaccurate portrayal of us”

Pretty chill vampire actually

He doesn’t pester you for blood because he gets it from his connections at the hospitals

ayato says it’s morally ethical that way

Sir who said that vampires are ethical in the first place

Late nights and early mornings in are sweet though

Surprising clingy

You can’t complain, who doesn’t want a rich and hot vampire boyfriend?

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Shades Ch.4

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 2073

Warnings: Mentions of suicide and suicidal ideations

With the case tucked under his arm and the bullet still in his pocket, Walter walked into the crime lab, heading to the director’s office after checking in at the front desk.

“Lieutenant Marshall,” The director said as he pushed open the door, “I wasn’t expecting you. What can I do for you?”

“I have a gun I need to fire, but the bullet is non-magnetic so I can’t use the water chamber unless I want to go shoulder-deep retrieving it.” Walter said.

“Is it for an active case? I can pull up the case file and have one of my techs take care of it.”

“Not an active case, no. Something I need to handle myself and quietly.” Walter said and the director gave him a steady look.

“We have a ballistics gel block you can use, you can cut the bullet out afterward.” He said, “What’s the caliber?”

“.357 Magnum.”

“Hand canon.” The director said, “You said the bullet was non-magnetic?”

“Made of silver.”

“Silver?” He asked, a slow smile coming over his face, “What’re you shooting? Werewolves?”

“Something like that.” Walter said with a shrug.

“It’s unorthodox, but you’ve always done right by us, so I’ll show you to it.” He said and pushed away from his desk, leading the way out of the office and down the hall to the ballistics lab. Taking a pair of ear protection and safety glasses from the wall, he let the ear protection hang around his neck and slipped the glasses over his eyes, setting the case on the table and unzipping it, taking out the gun and looking it over. It was in good condition, recently cleaned, and well cared for. Pulling the bullet from his pocket, he unwrapped the cord from around it and loaded it into the drum, controlling it as he slid it home so it fired and he didn’t hit on an empty chamber. Putting the covers over his ears, he went up to the clear ballistics gel block and aimed.

“Firing!” He called out and pulled the trigger, the shot echoing through the room and warping the gel as it impacted, the bullet twisting through the material before coming to a stop. Taking the protection off his ears, he went back over to the table, tipping the spent shell casing out of the revolver and zipping the gun back up in its case. He went back over to the block after retrieving a couple of tools, cutting into the block, and retrieving the bullet with a long pair of tweezers. Dropping it into his palm, he cleared the ballistics gel off it with his thumb and looked at it, taking in the way it had mushroomed. Hollow point, just like he had thought. She had been planning on using a hollow point as it would ensure that it did its job right.

“Lieutenant?” The director had been standing outside the lab but had come in without him noticing. “Why do I get the feeling that bullet means something?”

“Someone I know put their name on it.” He said, turning it over in his fingers, “I made sure she was never able to use it.”

“I see.” The director said delicately, “Are you going to make sure she gets the help she needs?”

“I don’t know if there’s really anyone who can help her.” Walter admitted, “But I will damn well try.”

“I had a friend from college who…had a bullet with his name on it.” He said, “He did use it. I think about him sometimes. Even if she can’t get help, sometimes it’s enough to know that someone’s there, you know? I wasn’t there for him because I didn’t want to see it, but you seeing it will help her.”

“I hope so.” Walter said, “Thank you.”

“Any time, I hope your friend gets better.” The director said and Walter nodded, tucking the bullet in his pocket and putting everything back in its rightful place, leaving the lab with the gun case back under his arm.

Her car was still out front as he pulled up to her house and got out, going up the walkway and knocking on the front door.

“Come in.” He heard from within and pushed open the door, stepping into the house and closing it behind him. She was still on the couch where he had left her, curled up and watching a movie on her TV.

“It’s Walter.”

“I know.” She said, “You have a distinct smell.”

“Are you saying I stink?” He asked and she snorted.

“I’m saying your natural smell mixed with your body wash makes a scent that is uniquely you.” She said, “You didn’t have to come back, you know.”

“I know.” Walter said, going over and sitting next to her on the couch. “What’re you watching?”

“Tremors, the first one.”

“Never seen it.”

“It’s one of my favorites. I’ll start it over from the beginning.” She said and picked up the remote, starting it over again.

“What’s it about?” He asked as the production company logo came on the screen.

“No spoilers.” She said and they sat there in silence for a bit, watching the movie. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”

“They’ll call me if they need me.” He said and she made a sound, silence descending again. Faith snorted as Walter jumped at the scene when the generator was spat back out, an obvious jumpscare, shaking her head with a smile and he leaned forward, watching as the unknown creature buried the station wagon with the woman still inside. “Well, that was sad and disturbing. This is one of your favorites?”

“I like creature features.” She said with a shrug, “There’s several in the series and they’re all in varying degrees of terrible, but the first two are the best in my opinion.”

“Can we watch that one next?” He asked and she nodded with a small smile.

“I don’t have any food in the house for obvious reasons, but if you’re hungry, feel free to order something.” She said and he nodded, turning his eyes back to the screen.

“What happens if you do eat food?” He asked, “Does it do anything for you?”

“I get something akin to food poisoning and am weak for the rest of the day or night.” She said and he thought back, but couldn’t recall any instance in which he saw her eat or drink, but then again he wasn’t really paying attention to a detail so minor. “Any other questions, Mr. Inquisitive?”

“I’m trying to watch the movie, thank you.” He said and smiled slightly as she snorted in amusement. They watched the rest of the movie in silence and he sat back once it was over and Val and Rhonda got their happy ending. “That was good. I liked it.”

“Earl comes back for the second one.” She said.

“Let me order food before you start it.” He said and pulled out his phone, pulling up one of the food delivery apps he had downloaded. There was a knock at the door while he was still ordering and he looked towards it as she unfolded herself from the end of the couch. “Were you expecting anyone?”

“Sure wasn’t.” She said as she went to the door, turning back the locks and opening it. “Hi there, gentlemen.”

“Faith Culver?” Walter heard from the couch.

“That’s me.”

“I’m Detective Lewis, this is my partner Detective Graves. May we come in?”

“Is this about what happened at the bar?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Yeah, sure, come on in.” She said and Walter looked up from his phone as the two plainclothes detectives entered the house, one of them doing almost a double-take when they saw him there.

“Lieutenant Marshall.” He said, almost in surprise.

“Dave.” Walter said, moving his head at him.

“Thought you’d be at the station.”

“They’ll call me if they need me.” Walter said, giving him the same line he had given Faith earlier.

“I basically live at the bar, so I don’t have much to offer in the way of something to drink.” Faith said and shrugged, “Sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, ma’am.” Detective Graves said, “We were led to believe that you sustained quite an injury last night, but you seem fine now.”

“It wasn’t as bad as it looked.” She said simply.

“Did you receive medical treatment?”

“Private hospital.”

“Do you mind showing us the injury, ma’am?”

“I do, actually.” Faith said and there was a pause where they gave her even looks, but she just smiled pleasantly at them. Graves reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a photo, and handing it to her.

“Do you recognize this man?”

“This is the guy that tried to rob my bar.”

“Have you ever seen him before?”

“Before last night?” She asked and thought for a moment before shaking her head, “Not that I’m aware of, but I don’t remember every face that comes and goes.”

“Lieutenant Marshall.” Lewis said and Walter looked up from his phone again, but he had been listening intently as they had been speaking. “May I ask what you’re doing here, Sir?”

“Watching movies and currently ordering food.” Walter said simply.

“I’m introducing him to a couple of my favorites.” Faith said with a self-satisfied smile.

“The Tremors movies.” Walter said, “We just finished the first one.”

“I saw that one when it came out in…’95 was it?” Graves said, “Great movie. Love the scene with the doomsday preppers in their basement and it just pans over---”

“To the wall of guns?” Faith finished with a smile, “Yeah, that’s a great scene.”

“Ms. Culver,” Lewis started, “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Not at all.” She said, “Down the hall, past the bedroom, and on your right.” He thanked her with a nod and moved past her with a word, disappearing down the hall.

“Ma’am.” He called up the hall, “I’m terrible with my lefts and rights sometimes, can you show me?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Faith said with a snort and disappeared after him, leaving Walter alone with Detective Graves.

“So, Walter.” He said, going over to the couch and sitting down next to him. “She’s pretty.”

“She is.” Walter agreed, having an idea of where he was going to take the conversation.

“You sleepin’ with her?”

“No.” Walter said with a snort.

“Come on, Walter. One guy to another.”

“We’re not sleeping together, Jack.” Walter said and Faith came back from down the hall.

“Man has a terrible sense of direction. Don’t know how you get lost in a single-floor house, but he managed it.” She said and Lewis came out not long after. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Detectives?”

“No, ma’am.” Graves said, getting up from the couch. “But you should know, now that you’ve been found alive and well, we’ll have your bar cleaned up as good as new and released as a crime scene. Someone will be in touch to let you know when.”

“Thank you very much.” Faith said with a nod.

“Walter, enjoy the movies. I hear the second one is good, too.” Graves said.

“Best in the series.” Faith said.

“Don’t spoil it for me.” Walter said and Faith showed them out, locking the door again once they were gone.

“That was something.” She said as she came back over to the couch, sitting down next to him.

“Don’t be surprised if they have someone on your house and bar keeping an eye on you.” Walter said, “At least for a while.”

“Question,” She said and he made a noise. “Why are you still here? Why are you bothering?”

“Would you rather I left?” He asked and there was a pause.

“No.” She said, “I like having you here. I like being…open and honest with someone who isn’t like me.”

“Then there you go. Until you tell me to take a hike, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, you can’t live here.” She said, “I mean, you technically could, I don’t sleep unless I need to heal, so you could technically take the bedroom and we wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not moving in Faith, don’t worry.” Walter said with an amused smile. “And you don’t sleep? At all?”

“Not unless I need to heal as I said.” She said, “Food on its way?” He nodded, “Ready for the next one?”

“Start it up.”

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Two steps - one step - over the edge

Characters: Near Hallow, Charlotte Atteberry, Adrian Atteberry, Lewis Atteberry, Blossom Atteberry

Story: Second Chance At Life, pre-book

CW: Abuse (physical & verbal)

WC: 357

Near stays still, head bowed, letting miss Charlotte soak him with the wine from her cup. "And do not let me see you again this evening, filthy bastard," she spits out, turning around sharply to walk away.

His father, sitting just a few steps away, looks on and laughs.

"Yes ma'am," Near obediently says, slowly standing up from where he'd been kneeling. His body protests, all bruised and battered, but he pushes through it.

"Don't forget your orders, son." A sneaky look at his father shows he's not even looking at Near anymore, more interested in staring at miss Charlotte's backside as she walks. "Remember the consequences of failure."

"Yes, father." Near bows, as graceful as the best of young masters, and leaves.

He ignores the way Lewis hesitantly raises his hand towards him before Blossom pulls it downward, and tries to ignore his thoughts as well.

It would be so easy - but he can't do it. His mother wouldn't want him to. He has all the contacts needed, thanks to his father forcing him to do his dirty work - but it would also be risky because what if they tie it back to him and figure out all the other stuff he - no, not the point, he can't do it. He can't kill his father, or his father's wife, or his half-siblings.

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Near moves his sword to block, just a bit too late as always, so Blossom can hit him. It's better this way. If he blocks her - which really isn't that hard, she is awful with a sword - he'll get more bruises than he will letting her hit him like this.

"Ha! And you're supposedly a great hero?" She mocks, a vicious smirk on her face. Like this, she's nothing like the proper Atteberry heir everyone thinks she is. "Then again, I don't know what I expected from a bastard like you."

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You know what, Near thinks a few days later, curled up in a ball to shield himself from his father's kicks, maybe he can. Maybe he can kill his father, his father's wife, and his half-sister.

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