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princesskittycatofmeowland · 2 years

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Teen Wolf Rewrite

CHAPTER ONE: WOLF MOON(Part 2)

Stiles x Reader Liz Bloom(eventually)

Word Count: 3472

Warning: Swearing

Posted on: 12/11/21

I couldn't stop worrying about Scott, even after Stiles drove me home and reassured me everything was fine, or when Scott texted an hour later saying he was home and he was fine. It was as though I had this... feeling that something wasn't right.

I had called Scott for him to tell me and Stiles everything that happened while we were gone, and even though he said he was okay, he revealed to us how he was almost stampeded by deers and was bitten by animal he couldn't see. In what Universe was that fine? He didn't really want to talk anymore after that, and said he was going to clean his wounds now, so that left me to yell at Stiles for leaving him in the woods.

After, I simply stared at the roof of my ceiling, the feeling I was feeling still there, still knawing at me and preventing me from going sleep. Eventually, of course, I did. And woke up at 8:10.

"Oh, no, no, no... No!" I quickly bolted out of my bed to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste to brush my teeth. I didn't have time to shower and concluded that I didn't really need one.

"Liz? Honey...?" I heard my dad call to me from outside my door.

"I'm going to be late and it's my first day!" I whined back in response only to hear him chuckle at me as I put too much toothpaste on my toothbrush. I rolled my eyes and brushed my teeth as I mentally scheduled everything I originally planned to do, and everything I needed to do this morning and what I can cut from my schedule of 20 minutes.

If I can get everything done in 10 minutes, arrive at school in another 10, I could probably make it or at least be a few minutes late. I thought this as I spit out my now bubbly toothpaste and washed my mouth, and cleansed my toothbrush.

I ran out of my bathroom to check the time. 8:12. I can do this. I told myself. Thankfully, I already readied my attire for today and my bag already had everything I needed for 1st period. I put on my soft pink polo first, and my matching colored soft pink pleated skirt that ends just a little above the knees, and next, my suede maroon tight fitting sweater that ends where my skirt begins. I fixed the collar of my polo to go over my sweater. I, then, finished my look with black knee high socks, suede maroon ankle boots with a 3 inch heel, and a choker with a maroon pendant in the middle—one I used to own back in my goth days. I checked the time.

8:15

I can do this!

Getting more and more hyped up, I sat down on my vanity to work on my makeup. I promised to keep it light this time so opted out using eyeshadow and eyeliner and instead stuck with powder, mascara, and blush. My hand stopped on the maroon rep lipstick on my table. I checked the time.

8:18

Welp, no time to think it over. Just because I wanted it to be light doesn't mean it can't be bold. I swiped the lipstick on my bottom lip before I could think it over. When it was fully covering lips, I took my hair out of my braids and ran my fingers over it. I put on my golden watch and checked the time.

8:20

Crap!

Okay. So maybe I was a little behind schedule but I was still positive I could make it. I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, phone and keys in my little red shoulder bag, that's more blood red than maroon but it'll do, and before I knew it I was already sliding on the railing of the stairs, of my three story home, even though my parents told me—and Stiles— countless of times not to.

I ran to the kitchen real quick to grab my breakfast, which my dad already had raised on a plate as he ate his "dinner", which, like mine, were also waffles. He was looking at his tablet to what appears to be a human heart—with I speed I was going it could've been a cat's anus for all I know—most likely a record of him doing the surgery.

He liked to do that. Watching himself, asking himself what he can improve on, what other alternatives could he have done besides that, how can he do better, what did he do wrong...

Being a doctor, like a heart beat on a heart monitor, has its ups and downs.

I grabbed the waffle he had lifted over his head for me like he was my own personal water guy on a marathon, and silently thanked him that there were no maple syrup of butter on it, before kissing him on the head and running, again, out of the kitchen, yelling a quick 'I love you'. Especially so, in case it was one of those days.

I got into my car, which he'd bought for me on my birthday, threw my backpack on the passenger seat and held my waffle between my teeth so I could start the engine and drive off.

Since there were little to no cars on the road, by the woods, on my way to the school, I decided to speed up just a little. Not enough to break any laws but just enough to push me out of my 'I am safe and I'm not going to kill anyone or myself' zone. I was still a pretty new driver, don't judge.

By the time I arrived at the school and parked my car, I had already just taken the last bite of my waffle when I heard the bell ring. I checked the time.

8:30

Fuck!!!

I got out of my car with my backpack, slammed my car door shut, swallowed the last of my waffle whilst I cracked every bone in my body, took a deep breath... Then ran.

I ran and ran, and I'm pretty sure I held my breath the entire time. Before I knew it I was already only a few steps from the open door. There was chatter inside so I assumed Mr. Curtis was late, and hasn't yet arrived.

Just as I stepped my foot on the door, I heard him speak and prove to me how wrong I was.

"As you all know there indeed was a body found last night," he said, but with his back to me, which I took as an opportunity to take the empty seat on the very corner of the room, in front of Stiles'. I have no doubt in my mind he saved that seat for me which, of course, I greatly appreciated. As I walked and smiled at him in thanks, he only stared back at me with his mouth hung open. He stayed that way even when I reached my desk and sat down next to him, him craning his neck to the point where I was afraid he'd break it.

"W-what?" I asked him nervously with a laugh. It was then that I noticed others were staring at me as well, including Scott. When I shifted my gaze to him, he quickly looked to the front, but not before I saw the blush on his face. I concluded that it must've been the way I looked that they reacted that way, and despite me telling myself that I'm beautiful no matter what and that I don't care what people thought of me, it didn't make me feel any less down and insecure.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester." Mr. Curtis said as he finished writing on the board and pushed the door closed, but I didn't pay him mind as I asked Stiles,

"Is it that bad?" I saw Scott wince at my general direction, to which I took as an answer, that made me feel bad about myself even more.

"No! No. No, no, no. It's not bad. You-," I heard him sigh and turn in his seat to better face me. "You look beautiful." Stiles said. And I looked at him to see if he was being genuine and not just being nice, and he was. He looked at me with a blush on his cheeks and a smile on his face and I smiled back when the door opened suddenly and Stiles faced the front of the class again.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." Our Vice Principal said as he introduced a beautiful, brown haired girl with a shy smile gracing her sweet face. Now she was beautiful. When she caught my eye I gave her a big smile that she gladly returned, which seemed to have boosted her confidence a little as she walked to the only seat available, which was just behind Scott's.

Scott turned around and offered her a pen just as she sat down. She took it after a second of hesitation and gave him a grateful smile, and her thanks, but when he turned around, she gave him a weird look behind his back. Back then, I thought it was only because of Scott's weird flirting gesture. Which, looking back now... was still very weird. It was funny to think that if only I knew then what I know now...

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three." Mr. Curtis told the class and I took out my textbook from my bag and opened it to the page.

After class, I headed straight for my locker which, as it also happens to be, next to Allison's. I really liked her jacket, and decided to comment on it.

"That jacket absolutely killer." I said, my goth-linggo still sticking. Allison smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Aww, thanks!"

"Yeah, where'd you get it?" A third voice said, shocking the both of us.

"Oh, m-my mom was a buyer for a boutique in San Francisco." Allison explained.

"Oh, that's so cool! My mom owns a fabric shop in Milan." I told them excitedly.

"And, you two, are now my new best friends." The voice said belonging to none other than Lydia freaking Martin, her index finger pointed at the both of us. She was not the kindest person, and she was never really my favorite with the way she always ignored Stiles and break his heart repeatedly, but anyone who's someone or who has half a working brain would know that once Lydia Martin starts talking to you, you're in. Especially, when she calls you her BEST FRIEND!

I looked at Allison and acted shy like she was with the whole interaction, but honestly, all I wanted to do was run to Stiles so I could hide my face in his chest and squeal while jumping up and down.

Just then, Jackson Whittemore, a.k.a Lydia's boyfriend, joined us as well. Lydia greeted him and he put his arm around her waist and dragged her for both of them to lean against the locker by Allison's side. They shared a kiss and Allison and I shared a look. I looked back at them, then at Allison and raised my arm right arm over my head against the locker and gave her a look as if to say, you wanna?

Allison let out an involuntary chuckle that she just barely stifled and hit my arm lightly, telling me to stop that. Just then my eyes drifted off towards Scott and Stiles, oh and Harley, who was giving me—no, us, really—a sour look. Both boys simply stared at me and I gave them a little wave with my raised hand.

"So, this weekend," Lydia said after she and Jackson were done sucking faces and I turned my attention back to them, putting my arm down and leaning against my locker, "there's a party."

"A party?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, Friday night. You two should come." Jackson said to the both of us.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." Allison said politely. Clearly bashful and clearly lying. I can tell from the general aura she was producing at the moment. I can feel her anxiety and guilt.

Wait, what? What am I talking about?

"What about you?" Jackson asked me, snapping me out of my what-the-fuck bubble.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, the party. Yeah, I'm there." I smiled politely.

"Great!" Lydia cheered. I realized then how bored I must've looked, which I thought must've added some cool points for me. Hooray! Ten points for Hufflepuff. God, I'm so lame. I opened my locker and started depositing the textbook and notebooks I didn't need to take home with me, and after, grabbed everything for my next class and placed it on top of my backpack to grab easily for me for next period, my homework inside. Yes, first day, first class, and there is homework.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson was telling Allison just as I closed the door to my locker and leaned sideways against it, tuned back to their conversation.

"You mean like football?"Allison asked innocently. To which Jackson laughed his I'm-an-asshole laugh, Lydia pretending to keep her laugh in beside him.

I touched her arm so she'd look at me. "Lacrosse." I informed her and she gave me a grateful smile in return.

"She's right. Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years." Jackson looked at me at that last part like I didn't already know.

I gave a laugh and said, "I know," in a sing-song voice. Jackson gave me a confused look and asked,

"Aren't you knew here?"

Lydia laughed and playfully slapped Jackson on the chest. "Jackson, that's Elizabeth." It felt weird her saying my name. Only my mom calls me that or my dad when I'm in trouble.

"Holy Shit! Well, you certainly look different. What happened to your whole emo getup" Jackson asked, waving his hands as he did so.

"It's goth. And I outgrew them." Literally. I'm pretty sure it's my boobs that caused the change in me. My boobs didn't fit with goth anymore. Pun intended.

"Well, thank God. I mean, you looked scary as hell, I didn't even know you were hot. Totally didn't recognize you."

"Jackson!" Lydia scolded her boyfriend with less scorn and more honey. I felt objectified and even more, offended, but I wasn't going to let them see that. I put on a smirk and said,

"Well, that's a shocker! You can't tell girl's apart? You know you really need to be careful with that. You don't wanna find yourself in trouble of kissing the wrong girl." Allison laughed. A real laugh and so did Jackson, surprisingly. Lydia laughed, too, but I could tell she didn't find it all that funny.

"Oh, we're gonna get along just fine." Jackson said to me. But I had a feeling, we weren't.

"So, three years, huh?" Allison asked, changing the subject back to lacrosse.

"Mhmm. Because of a certain team captain..." Lydia drawled, and Jackson smiled smugly as he looked to her, stroking his hair. Despite how superficial their relationship may seem, behind the act and the masks they put on themselves, I could somehow sense they had something real. They had a connection.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you girls don't have anywhere else—" Jackson offered.

"Yeah, I'll watch. I'm heading there anyway so I can show Scott and Stiles my support."

"Who?" Jackson asked, genuinely confused as to who those names belonged to, despite being Team Captain. I honestly couldn't blame him though. Seeing both Scott and Stiles still by their lockers, I pointed to them behind him, and Jackson turned around to look.

Stiles, spastic as ever, flailed like a fish out of ocean before settling on his position of crossing his legs and leaning on his locker, his back to us pretending to check his nails. Scott simply looked to us and raised his hand awkwardly in hello. I've never wanted it more, than at this moment to shrivel up from embarrassement and dissappear.

Everyone turned back to facing me, Jackson saying,

"Ah. Those guys. You really still hang out with those losers?" Jackson asked me genuinely, someone he was not, most of the time. I simply rolled my eyes at him and walked away from the group, yelling, "See you there", in a sing-song, heading towards the bleachers to find myself the best spot.

I sat on the bleachers and soon enough, Lydia and Allison sat beside me.

"Hey, who's that, again," Allison asked me, pointing at Scott, who weirdly looked back at us as though he sensed us talking to him. And he's playing goal! That's kinda cool, I thought. Scott obviously likes Allison, and if I'm not mistaken, Allison likes Scott. Still, I had my work cut out for me.

"That's Scott McCall. He's really good." I answered, and Lydia gave me a look that said she didn't believe me, and I simply shrugged in return and said,

"He's been practicing." I hoped he did, and he better be good with me sticking my neck out for him.

When Coach blew the whistle, Scott grabbed at his head like the shrill sound of it actually hurt his head. Jackson didn't care, of course, as he picked up the ball and threw it in the net. Scott stood up just in time for him to block it from going in... With his face. Everyone laughed.

"You were saying?" Lydia said to me in her fake sweet voice.

"He caught the ball, didn't he?" I said like I didn't care. Just then Jackson yelled,

"Hey, way to catch it with your face, McCall!" Then he continued laughing. Lydia rose her perfect eyebrows at me and I scoffed. "He's just warming up!" I defended Scott, but inside, I really was worried.

Come on, Scott. You can do this! You can do this.

I affirmed, suddenly feeling confident again. Scott can do this. I didn't know how but I knew he can. I smiled and imagined myself giving him positive vibes from my seat, my body tingling with anxious and excited energy.

Scott stood back up, seemingly determined now, just as another player ran up and threw him another ball. He caught it. Immediately I let out a short whoop, happy to have an outlet, however short, for the excited energy seemingly coursing through my veins. Somewhere on the bench I heard Stiles shout his support.

"Yeah!"

Everyone seem to be surprised that he actually caught it. Hell, I think even he's surprised. But the second, third, forth, and fifth shot? Scott caught it all like it was easy as sticking out your tongue, something I wanted to do to Lydia right now. I settled for a smirk and while she looked annoyed at me for being wrong, even she couldn't help but be impressed with him. I was, too.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison stated.

"Yeah, very good." Lydia said, observing Scott like he was a potential candidate for America's Next Top Model.

Scott was, for the lack of a better word, giddy, from the attention and praise he was getting, and the fact that he knows he impressed the girl he likes. Jackson, however, was furious. Threatened, more accurately.

Jackson slammed his stick against the player who was supposed to go next, silently saying it was his turn again, no questions asked. Scott tensed upon seeing Jackson, the raging bull.

I couldn't hear what he was saying but us knowing each other since we were practically in diapers, I imagined his words were the same as mine.

"Oh, God.." I muttered as I placed both arms on my knees and covered my mouth with my hands, which were clasped together in silent prayer.

Jackson the bull scraped his foot and ran as fast as he could towards Scott, stopping, only for him to throw the ball with all of his humanly strength. Scott caught that, too. And when he did, everyone cheered. Even Lydia, who jumped the same time as Stiles and I did to cheer for Scott. For a while, the both of us were in contest on who could yell the loudest. Faintly I could hear Stiles down by the benches yelling his own cheer to anyone who could be forced to listen.

"YEAH! THAT'S MY FRIEND!"

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queenofmalkier · 2 years

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#prev tags#honestly how can you equivocate between a ball gag and literal pet play#like you're just exchanging one kink for another lmao i don't *really* see the big deal#i saw them and i was just like.....yeah that tracks i suppose#like. I'm personally into collars & leashes more than gags but that's just me#a more elegant solution i think would have been to make the a'dam wireless#just a bluetooth paired choker and bracelet set lol woulda worked fine#but like whatever it's chill i guess?#most things in the show have just been like that for me#a lot more 'sure why not' than a strong pos or neg reaction#(altho there have been both to be sure)#wheel of time tv series

I can’t tag you moth-ra but I feel the need to explain lol. It’s not that I’m like “Gasp! Kink, in MY Wheel of Time?” more... I just didn’t think Amazon would go for it at all? I genuinely thought they’d either go full purity police and either make it grim-dark slavery awful or just... super gloss over it entirely because THINK OF THE CHILDREN or GAME OF THRONES DIDN’T HAVE LEASHES WHAT ABOUT THE ANALYTICSSSSS!!

The fact that they went in the opposite direction and went full kink ahead? Iconic. But I’m still not over being utterly surprised by it.

(Although now you’ve said the bluetooth thing I’m over here giggling and losing it over modern WoT with bluetooth-wielding business Seanchan who just do not even have the time for you but also keep scheduling brunch. All of them full on too-big-terrifying-toothpaste-ad-smiles and 80′s hair ...I want to write American Psycho meets Seanchan now.)

#Wheel of Time #wheel of time tv series #wheel of time book spoilers #kind of #seanchan

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hybridfanfiction · 5 years

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Owner Training - 2

Word Count: 2,585

“Yah, get up. We have things to do today.”

You groan as the gravelly voice slowly pulls you from your deep sleep and try to cover your face with the blanket. You couldn’t even remember waking up once during the night and wanted to get back to it. Having such a good nights sleep was a rare phenomenon. You couldn’t recall why it happened but you hoped it would again. You bury your face deeper into your pillow and allow yourself to drift back to sleep.

“You’re still not up? Fine.”

The comforter that had felt as comfy as a cloud a few moments ago was ripped from your body, the sudden rush of cool air bringing you to full awareness. You whine and crack open your eyelids, coming face to face with the smirking hybrid looming above you.

“Good afternoon. It’s almost one. I made you food so come eat it.” Yoongi orders with an amused grin, waltzing back out of the room with his tail flicking cheekily behind him.

You wipe the sleep from your eyes and sit up with a moan, cracking your neck a bit as everything comes back to you.

You were now a hybrid owner. Or something like that.

You honestly had no idea how this was done, which is partially why you’d never gotten a hybrid for yourself. You’ve seen your brother and his hybrid interact, true, but you didn’t know much about the day to day stuff. You weren’t sure how much you were supposed to treat them like their animal counterparts versus the human side.

And that was especially a problem for you right now, because sleeping with Yoongi cuddled in next to you had definitely not given you the same feeling as if you’d been cuddling an actual cat. Instead, you’d been very aware that there was an amazing smelling man wrapped around you, nevermind the quiet purring or the tail that had wound itself around your legs.

You sigh and pick up a hair tie from your nightstand and put your hair up as you walk towards the kitchen. On the table were two omelets, along with a glass of milk for Yoongi and your usual lemon and ginger tea. The food actually smelled pretty good, although there was a touch of a fishy scent that worried you.

The two of you sat down and you began sipping your tea as Yoongi tore into his omelet, finally revealing the source of the fish odor as he did so.

“You put tuna in the omelets?”

“Just in mine. Yours has cheddar and spinach. This one is good though...here.” Yoongi grunts as he shoves a bite of his tuna monstrosity towards your mouth.

Not wanting to upset him, you open up and allow him to feed it to you. He watches intently as you chew, smirk growing as he observes your trepidation turn into surprise.

“Not bad, right?”

“It’s not awful, no.”

Yoongi snorts in amusement then gestures towards your own food.

“Eat up and get ready. You have things you need to get me today.”

You pause with your fork halfway to your mouth to stare at him curiously.

“I do?”

“Duh. I’m living here now, so I’m going to need my own things. Don’t worry, I have a little money. There are just certain things that hybrids can’t buy on their own.”

“Oh, well alright then, I guess. It’s my day off, so I don’t have any other plans.”

Yoongi raised a single eyebrow as if to indicate he was already aware before digging back into his food. You shrug and follow suit, pleased that it seemed like Yoongi was a decent cook. It was hard to mess up an omelet, honestly, but it was still really well done. The eggs were fluffy and the filling was a good ratio of cheese to spinach, and you were almost certain he’d even added a dash of red pepper flakes.

“This is really good, Yoongi. Thank you.”

He merely nodded at the compliment, but you swore that you caught a flash of pink on his cheeks.

The rest of the meal was finished in silence, followed by the two of you getting ready to go...somewhere. You figured he’d tell you once you got in the car so you’d at least know where you were driving to. As you gathered your things to leave, you couldn’t help but notice the threadbare outfit he was wearing as he met you by the door. It was one you’d noticed numerous times before, as you recognized the black and red t-shirt that you remembered had a hole near the armpit. You hoped clothes was one of the things he’d let you get today.

Yoongi follows behind as you head towards your car then slides into the passenger seat and buckles up without any prompting. He grabs your phone when you set it down and puts directions onto it.

“That’s where we need to go. It’s like a Costco for hybrid goods.”

You nod and pull out, letting Yoongi put on the music app before setting it back to the GPS for you.

“If it’s like a Costco does that mean we need a membership?”

“Yup. Only humans can apply for it, although I’ll get a card too.”

“So what all do we need? Like, clothes, food, I dunno...litterbox?”

Yoongi quietly growled as he stared at you incredulously. Even his ears and tail looked offended, flickering at you with agitation.

“Try and make me use a litterbox. I dare you.”

“I said I didn’t know!”

He scoffed and settled into his seat in silence, and it remained that way for the rest of the thirty-minute drive to get to the store. He didn’t appear too angry, more like annoyed, which was understandable.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you were surprised by the sheer massiveness of the place. The greeter at the door was a friendly Lab hybrid that directed you to the membership counter, where you obtained a couple of cards after paying a membership fee and taking a couple of pictures. You supposed it would be worth it if Yoongi was really staying and you’d be needing to keep him supplied with...whatever you were here for.

You pushed the cart along, studying the products with wonder. You had no idea hybrids had so many different things. The cart soon became filled with soaps and shampoos, toothpaste, brushes, the fluffiest towels you’d ever felt, fifteen bath bombs, and at least five blankets because apparently Yoongi didn’t skimp on his comfort items. The clothes that the two of you picked through were some of the softest fabrics you’d ever felt, and the pants all had holes of different sizes for tails to fit through. You’d even gotten a couple sweaters for yourself because you’d loved the plush feel of them so much.

The food area was really impressive and had lots of hybrid friendly meals ready to go, as well as a fish section that had Yoongi enthralled. The roasted chicken samples seemed to make him just as happy. You came out of the food section with more food than you’d ever bought at once before. You should probably explain to Yoongi at some point that you can make a pretty swell can of soup and that’s the extent of your cooking ability.

After nearly an hour and a half of wandering the store, Yoongi had you stop in front of a wall of collars. You were surprised, as you hadn’t pegged him for the type to want a collar, and it must have shown on your face because he snorted at your expression.

“It’s the law. All hybrids have to wear a collar outdoors. I only got away with it when we were coming in here because we’re obviously new. Stupid law, but whatever.”

Yoongi inspected a few collars before settling on a black one with a thin band. The material looked soft enough and when he tried it on, it looked amazing. In the completely non-pet way that you couldn’t give voice to.

He threw it into the cart and went right back to looking at the collars again, to your confusion. How many collars does one hybrid need?

After throwing an entirely too mischievous glance at you over his shoulder, he grabs one that looks more like a black lace choker than an animal collar. Your brain starts to malfunction trying to picture Yoongi in lace and that’s when he strikes, wrapping the collar around your neck with a smug grin.

“What? I don’t need a collar,” you squeak, reaching up to touch the lace with your fingers.

He shrugs, staring at the collar with both a blush and an annoying smirk.

“If I have to wear one, only fair if you do too.”

“That’s bullshit. I’m not walking around in a collar.”

“So wear it around the house. Seems fair enough. I have to wear one outside, you have to wear it inside.”

It did sound fair, but you knew it was also him just being a little shit. Whatever, you probably looked hot. Silly hybrid can’t make a fool of you.

“Just say you’re kinky and call it a day,” you laugh as you take it off and throw it into the cart. He grumbles and turns to the tag machine.

After a few moments, he throws a couple of small gold tags towards you to inspect. One is simple; Yoongi’s name, your phone number, and address. The other...

“Who the hell is Ginger?”

Yoongi’s eyes light up like he thinks he’s finally won whatever silly game he’s been playing.

“Oh, that’s your kitten name. You have a collar, might as well have some stupid cat name to go with it.”

“Yoongi isn’t a cat name. Why doesn’t yours say Mr. Fluffington or something?”

“If you ever call me that I will shred every piece of clothing you own.”

You chuckle at Yoongi’s disgusted sneer, his button nose crinkling adorably.

“Well, at least tell me why Ginger.”

Yoongi shrugged and grabbed the cart, pushing it towards the checkout.

“You always smell like that lemon and ginger tea you drink.”

Huh. He’d sounded almost fond of you just then.

You were humming to yourself as you waited in line when Yoongi suddenly shoves a huge wad of cash right in your face.

“What’s this?”

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow. “I believe humans call it money.”

“I’m aware, smartass. I mean why are you shoving money in my face?”

“I have a decent amount of money from busking. I just couldn’t spend it on much because of the stupid laws. Just stuff from the convenience store or whatever. If you want to throw up a fuss and pay for everything because you’re the “owner,” then you can do that another time. This is a lot of shit, so just take it.”

You sigh and accept the money, which is easily almost three hundred dollars. The fact that he had this much money and couldn’t even spend it on his own was ridiculous and broke your heart. Yoongi was obviously independently natured, and having to deal with that on a daily basis no doubt hurt his pride. At least now he could say all of his new things were purchased with his own money.

You sent Yoongi off to go buy the two of you a couple of drinks from the cafe for the road. You pulled the item you’d been hiding from the bottom of the cart and handed it to the cashier, asking her to ring it separately. You’d just barely managed to get it bagged and rehidden before Yoongi came back.

After checkout, the two of you rush home to get the perishables safely put away. As you stock the fridge, you wave Yoongi away, telling him to set up the rest of his things. The couch now sports two new fluffy blankets and a little pillow you hadn’t noticed before. His clothes now have a spot in your closet and his towels and bath products are next to yours in the bathroom. You hadn’t realized how empty the place had seemed before, but the evidence of another person living here was comforting.

While Yoongi was in the bedroom organizing his clothes, you took the chance to pull out the bag you’d been hiding among the groceries, unwrapping it and setting it next to Yoongi’s pillow and blanket on the couch. You quickly run back to the kitchen and go back to putting things away.

A few moments later and you were finishing up in the kitchen as Yoongi wanders back in the living room with a few books and magazines about hybrids that he’d insisted on you reading “so I don’t have to explain every damn thing.” He stopped short as the front of the couch came into view.

“What the hell is this?”

“Hmm? What’s up?” you hum as you slowly strut into the room. You try for nonchalance, but you know that the smile you can’t hold back gives you away.

Yoongi is sitting on the couch clutching the black cat plushie you hadn’t been able to resist buying. Beyond the fact that the toy had a little button nose that resembled a certain cat you knew, it was also meant for calming. It had a little opening in the back to keep pouches of dried chamomile. Something told you that Yoongi hadn’t had many calming situations in his life, and though this was barely much of anything, you hoped it would help ease his way into being happy here with you.

“You like him?” you ask, settling in next to him as Yoongi stares at you in wide-eyed wonder.

“I...yeah. It’s a little lame, but uh...thanks,” Yoongi stutters, taking an audible sniff of the plushie before he sets it in his lap.

“You’re welcome.”

“And...” Yoongi continues, his cheeks going pink as he fiddles around with the toy. “Thank you for not kicking me out on my ass. You should have.”

“You are more than welcome here, Yoongi. I may not be the best or smartest person to take care of a hybrid, but at least I’m not willing to let one sleep out in the cold if I can help it.”

Yoongi scoffs, and the haunted look in his eyes makes you want to cry. “That already makes you better than most humans.”

You reach over and grasp one of his hands, half expecting him to smack you away. You’re pleasantly surprised when he lets you and squeezes it back.

“Right,” he clears his throat and stands up. “Do your homework. I’ll throw something together for dinner. Salmon okay?”

“Yeah, sounds great. Thanks, Yoongi,” You grin and grab one of the hybrid books to read while he cooks.

Yoongi takes a step then hesitates, throwing you a quick look before grabbing the cat plush and taking it with him to the kitchen. You hide your smile behind the book. You two are going to be okay.

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Uncomfortable

Hi everyone:

Here is another older plot idea from forever ago. Hobi isn’t feeling well. Fortunately someone else is great at caretaking… He just doesn’t have much of a bedside manner. This is based of irl events: https://youtu.be/FLnNdBDQW2A

Uncomfortable:

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

Hoseok woke up feeling groggy and congested; not at all like his sunshiney self. He sniffled thickly and cleared his throat. He touched his throat gingerly, feeling the slightly swollen flesh where his neck and chin met. He must be coming down with something.

He sighed. This was not a good time for him to get sick, (not that there ever really was one) but, here he was. He looked at his clock rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 7:15am, that was abysmally early. They had a photoshoot today too for their upcoming tour. Hoseok ran his hand through his rose tinted hair and rubbed his nose.

The photoshoot was due to begin at 10am, he had about 2 hours to become his normal self so that the shoot wouldn’t be compromised. He couldn’t let the others know either. After his bout with pneumonia late last year, his every cough and sniffle had been fussed over by the others, especially the maknae line. There was too much at stake with the next tour looming ahead. No free time to push back a photoshoot because one member had the sniffles. It was the first week of February already. The next 2 weeks would be a blur of dance practices, costume fittings and song hearsals.

A shower first, he decided. A hot one, to get rid of this miserable congestion and wake him up. The others wouldn’t be up for another hour at the earliest. This was the best time to go, he could take his time getting ready. He sniffled futilely, unable to breathe through his nose even for that small purpose.

He grabbed a simple change of clothes, a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a dark hoodie, and crept from his room. He got to the restroom and opened the door onto a sleepy and dumbstruck Yoongi.

“Yah! Hope!!! Shit! Could you knock?!?” he squawked. He was using the restroom for its traditional purpose. Hoseok flushed bright red.

“Doors have locks for a reason, Hyug!” he retorted, embarrassed. He closed the door again quickly, and stifled a quiet cough into his elbow. He would just have to wait. He had thought for sure that none of the others would be awake yet, but he hadn’t counted on Suga-hyung’s penchant for not sleeping when he was in work mode.

While he was still kicking himself, Yoongi emerged from the bathroom. Yoongi rubbed his face with both hands, only half awake. Hoseok stammered out a soft apology for barging in. Yoongi looked at him oddly.

“Yah,... are you… you know… okay?” Yoongi asked hesitatingly. Hoseok blinked at him, surprised. How the hell?... No, it was a guess… It had to be. Probably he was referring the sassy sentence that had automatically fell from his lips before he had even considered what he had said. It wasn’t like him to be that snippy with Yoongi.

Hoseok plastered a smile onto his face. “Yeah… It’s all good.” He avoided saying anything that would give away how congested he was, “I have to shower, if that’s okay?...”

Yoongi’s eyes lingered a moment longer on Hoseok’s face.

“Okay, Hope… I’ll see you later…”

Hoseok nodded and ducked into the bathroom closing the door, but saw Yoongi tilt his head to the side as though he was thinking hard.

He tried to put the uncomfortable thought that his closest friend might be onto to him out of his head. He spent nearly a half an hour under the hot water, feeling his congestion begin to loosen. His straight, chiseled nose almost buzzed with the change in pressure. He leaned against the wall with both hands and planted his feet. His breath came in short, breathy hitches.

“Hh-HAHT-Schhiiih! Eh-HEH-EH-HUH-Chhiii! ESHiiiih! Ugh…” He felt his nose drip and wiped away the mucus with the side of one hand, rinsing it clean under the stream of water. He sniffled and was pleased to find that he could breathe through his nose again. The steam and sneezes had finally released the mucus and pressure that had plugged up his head. Hoseok sighed, relieved. Maybe, just maybe, he would get through this cold without a lot of unnecessary drama.

He went back to his room, wiping a slightly runny nose. He went to his desk to begin to apply concealer under his eyes… his dark circles were very prominent and his nose was beginning to get red around the rims of his nostrils… ugh, it was dripping again. He automatically reached for the roll of toilet paper that he had put there to deal with make-up spills.

It wasn’t there. He frowned, sniffling. Hoseok’s hand hit cardboard instead. He glanced over. Tissues?!? When had he bought those? His nose decided that it didn’t matter.

“Eh-Heh-HAHT’Schiiii! EhTcchhiii!” He snatched two from the box, and blew his nose. Whoa! these weren’t normal tissues, they were too soft… He looked at the box. He hadn’t bought these… Where had they come from?!? He decided that Seokjin must have purchased the wrong ones the last time he was at the store.

Hoseok applied enough concealer and foundation to cover his red nose and tired eyes. He sniffled, luckily his nose was just runny and hadn’t gotten stuffy again. He looked to the clock again, and jumped.

“9am!!! When did that happen?” Hoseok gasped and raced out of his room. Everyone else was dressed and waiting downstairs.

“What happened Hobi-yah? Did you oversleep?” asked Seokjin with a laugh.

“Yeah, I just have to go brush my teeth. Do we have enough time?” He was nearly breathlessly and cleared his throat with a wince. No one seemed to notice… well, almost no one. Hoseok was sure that he saw Yoongi looking in his direction for an instance.

“You have time. “ Yoongi said softly, “Go.” Hobi smiled gratefully at his hyung and went. He quickly began to brush his teeth, but somehow the minty toothpaste started to irritate his throat. Hoseok coughed and choked. He fought to stay quiet and eventually stopped, but his throat ached now and his voice was failing. That would be a dead giveaway.

He let out a frustrated huff of annoyance and put up his toothbrush. A red bag caught his eye. Cough drops? Cherry cough drops? No way! This really was impossible! Seokjin-hyung had vowed never to purchase Cherry flavored cough drops, saying that they weren’t as effective as the lemon and honey variety. And there, behind the red bag, was the yellow bag of the most revolting flavor of cough drops ever created.

Something was weird here… super lotiony tissues and the only flavor of cough drops that didn’t make him want to throw up? What the heck? He shoved one drop into his mouth and a few extras into his pocket.

He went back out to the others, looking at them curiously. He couldn’t just come right out and ask them. He would just have to watch for any odd behavior.

They all piled into the van and headed to the studio. They quickly got into their outfits and had their makeup applied. Hoseok’s photoshoot was with Yoongi. Hoseok was dressed in a black t-shirt under an offwhite jumpsuit with pink roses that matched his hair Yoongi’s black hair was contrasted with the white shirt over a black t-shirt and kneeless black pants, with a black ribbon for a choker that dangled from the side of his neck.

Hoseok was stunned by the set. It looked as though they were inside a cloudbank or a cotton candy machine. The surrounding colors were pastels of pinks, purples, and blues. Fluffy piles of cloud like material was everywhere. In the center was an elegant wicker egg shaped swing lined with pillows. Yoongi-hyung took the left side and reclined in it for his solo shots. Once those were finished, Hobi joined him sitting on the right.

He sighed, he was getting congested again. He sniffled and realized that he had no choice but to breathe through his mouth. At least his nose wasn’t dripping and ruining his makeup.

Yoongi shifted away during the shoot, trying to lean away from him. His smile was so fake it was nearly see through. Finally the photographer asked him what was wrong. Without preamble, Yoongi pointed to Hobi and said,

“He must have a severe cold. His breathing is rough." Hoseok's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself,

“Mbe?” Yoongi nodded,

"It's making me uncomfortable."

"Sorry, it's because I have a cold." Hoseok admitted reluctantly to the staff. He blushed and began to entertain himself with playing with the cloud-fluff. He shaped it into hearts, made himself a hat, and eventually resorted to making mustaches for both of them.

Yoongi started to laugh and thawed out. They completed the shoot and Hobi moved on to his solo shots. Once he had finished, Hoseok sought Yoongi out.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

“What are you talking about right now?” Yoongi muttered awkwardly.

“The tissues and the cherry cough drops. How did you know I was sick? Hell, how did you find the time to get those?” Hoseok asked, feeling sure he had it right. It must have been Yoongi looking out for him all along.

Yoongi blushed and mumbled about something.

Hoseok persisted,

“What was that?”

“WHEN YOU'RE SICK IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE!” Yoongi repeated loudly.

Hoseok knew Yoongi well enough to read between the lines.

“Thank you, Hyung! Those things really helped!” He grinned and rubbed at his nose. Yoongi fished in his pocket and pulled out a travel tissue packet and thrust it at Hoseok without even looking at him. The older rapper’s face turned a bright pink.

Caring was caring, even if it was uncomfortable.

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