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20moonchild21 · 3 years

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𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 8

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JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x female!oc

[warnings]

Mentioned of an abusive past, mistrust, threatments, hardcore fluff

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4.2k

[author]

Hey there, I hope you have had an amazing week so far! I am so excited to upload this chapter, because it has some really cute scenes. I am also sorry for making Tae so grumpy all the time. We all know that he is a real sweetheart💜

Below this chapter, I linked all my favorite authors that inspired me to write this story. My personal favorite is Inferiority complex written by @starlightauroras-writes. Please, check out her story and leave a lot of likes. She is the cutest!

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Stay healthy and safe!

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[chapter 7 ||| chapter 9]

„Jungkook, stop worrying.” The older boy said, as he watched his brother hitting his punching bag hard. “She said that she had much to do in the city. She will be okay.”

The younger one didn’t listen to his brother. He just kept punching his bag harder and harder, letting out all his frustration and worries. The girl had been gone for more than 3 hours, even thought she had said that she would be back within 2 hours.

It wasn’t that Jin wasn’t worried as well, but he tried to stay optimistic. Maybe there was terrible traffic in New York, or she met an old friend with who she had decided to drink a coffee. Jungkook was the complete opposite. He had walked up and down in front of the front door for 30 minutes, and Jin had to stop him when he had wanted to go out and look for her.

“What if – something happened – “ Jungkook hit his fists against the sack hard with each word. “What if – she is – hurt – or if – she needs – help?”

He threw one last punch in frustration and turned around to his brother, sitting down on the bed next to him. He pulled open the Velcro fasteners with his mouth and pushed them off of his hands, throwing them onto the floor.

“Don’t worry, Kook.” Jin tried to cheer him up by wrapping his arms around his younger brother, pulling both of them down on the bed. “She will be coming home soon.”

“Home.” Jungkook mumbled to himself, before he suddenly turned his head. “I am happy, Hyung.”

Jin smiled when he heard those words. This was everything he had ever wanted for this young boy.

“Me too, Kook.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

This was the first time, he actually admitted that he was happy to live with the girl. In the beginning, he tried to find something on her that would proof his opinion on human, but he couldn’t. Over all those days he had spent here, he had gained more and more trust in the girl. Hope had been nothing but nice to is brother and him, and never in his life had he felt such a warmth and luck. It was not only that the apartment itself felt warm, but also the girl’s whole personality. It was the way how she smiled and laughed, or how she listened to every detail she got told by him or Jungkook.

While the two boys kept talking on the bed for several minutes, when suddenly, the familiar clicking of the front door could be heard.

“See Jungkook. I told you that –“ Something was odd when he sniffed the air, Jungkook smelled it too.

Normally, the girl’s scent would fill out the apartment when she would return home. It was one of his favourite things to smell, because her scent always was so much stronger when she entered the apartment form outside. But this time, it wasn’t just her scent filling the space. There was someone else, and he didn’t like that this someone was another male Hybrid. Immediately, a strange feeling started spreading in his chest.

Jungkook beside him had smelled it, too. The younger one had shot up from the bed and was already running out of the room, over into the living room. Jin quickly followed after him. He didn’t know would expect him in the living room.

“What the –“ He heard Jungkook cursing, as he run up next to him.

In the middle of the living room, right were the sofa was placed, was Hope kneeling next to another male Hybrid. He had a really annoyed expression on his face, while he was holding his bandaged arm in front of his chest. On his other side stood a second Hybrid, but in contrary to the sitting male, he looked rather scared than dangerous. His white, fluffy ears were tightly pressed against his dark hair, while his striped tail was wrapped around his leg and his with his fingers he fiddled with the hem of his shirt

From on to the other second, Jin felt something snap inside of him. This apartment, even if he had only been living here for one and a half week, was his territory. The furniture were covered in his scent, that spot the grumpy Hybrid was sitting on was his spot, and the girl that was touching him belonged to his territory, as well as Jungkook of course.

By now, the Hybrid on the sofa had also noticed the two others. With an enormous speed, he pushed the shy looking male behind him, before he laid his black ears flat against his head, showing off his sharp fangs and growling loudly at him and Jungkook. Almost at the same time, Jin had pushed the bunny behind him, showing off his slightly smaller but not less sharp fangs as well.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The girl pushed herself off of the sofa, slowly walking up in Jin’s direction. “Jin, stop it. He is hurt. We need to help him.”

“Go away from them, Hope.” Jin quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her carefully away from the other two intruders. “They are dangerous.”

“No, they are not dangerous, Jin.” She squirmed out of his grip. “Please, stop growling at them. They are scared and injured.”

Jin looked from the girl over to the other two males. “Tae, stop.” He heard the smaller Hybrid whispering, as he laid his hands on the other one’s shoulders. The leopard was torn. On the one hand, he knew how it felt to be hurt and scared, but on the other hand, the one with the black ears looked dangerous, and he wanted to avoid that Hope or Jungkook would get hurt.

“I don’t trust them.” He whispered, not moving his eyes away from the males on the sofa.

“Me neither.” Jungkook piped in from behind.

“But you didn’t trust me either when I first took you in.” She took a step back to look both brothers into the eyes. “Jin, you wished for someone that would help Jungkook and keep him safe, and Jimin wants nothing more than for his brother to be healthy again. Please, let me help them.”

The two Hybrids weren’t convinced at all. They watched from a safe distance, but still close enough to step in if the grumpy one decided to hurt her, how Hope took of the bandage and carefully cleaned up the infected wound. Jin’s eyes fell on the smaller Hybrid – Jimin was his name – and somehow, he saw himself and Jungkook in them. He remembered how scared Jungkook was about him, as he had laid on that couch, covered in injures. Jimin was holding his brother’s hand tightly, and every time the other one would hiss in pain, Jin could see Jimin’s eyes tearing up.

“All done.” Hope said after about 10 minutes. She tossed all the utensils she had used away. “The infection should be gone within the next week, but only if we changed the bandage regularly. Will you wait a few minutes? I just want to speak with those two for a second.”

She walked over from the sofa and gestured for her two Hybrids to follow her into their room. Jin felt her heartbeat, as she closed the door behind her, turning around and looking at them with wide eyes.

“Hope, I don’t like them.” Jungkook didn’t even let her a second to open her mouth. “I don’t want them here. The one of them growled at you.”

“I know, Kookie.” She whispered, as she took his hand. “I know that you don’t like them staying here, and if you really don’t want this then I will not let them stay here. This is your apartment as well now. But I am begging you to just let them spend the night here. It is so cold outside.”

The girl had tears in her eyes as she talked about the two Hybrids. It was obvious that she didn’t want to kick them out at all, and that she really cared about their safety. Jin’s ears dropped when he imagined him and Jungkook in their position. What if Jungkook was laying there on the sofa, hurt and injured, and what if those two were telling Hope that they couldn’t stay?

How could he say that she had to throw them out, when Jungkook and him could be in their position?

“They will stay with us.” He said loudly, and suddenly the room fell in silence.

“What?!” Jungkook was clearly irritated by his brother’s sudden statement. “Hyung, are you crazy? They can’t stay with us. They don’t belong here with us and –“

“We didn’t belong her either, Jungkook.” Jin wasn’t screaming, but his voice was stern enough to make the bunny stop talking. “And yet, she let us stay. She didn’t throw us out when I laid there on her sofa, even though she had all right to. Show some respect, Jungkook. That could also be us.”

The bunny didn’t say anything. He just dropped his ear and nodded, whispering a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s okay, Kookie. I know that you are scared.” The girl took a step forward and wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s torso, he immediately hugged her back. “I am scared, too.”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Jimin bowed his head a thousand times, when the girl told him that him and his brother could stay with her until Taehyung was healthy again. “We won’t make any mess here. We will just keep sitting here.”

He had seen the way his brother’s condition had been going worse over the past days, and there was nothing he could have done to make him feel better. He also never meant to hurt the girl or to rob her, but he had been desperately trying to find something for his brother to eat, and when he had smelled the girl he hoped that she had something to eat in her purse.

But instead of beating him up or call someone who would do so, she had defended him in front of that other man earlier, and she had offered her help to make his brother feel better. His eyes fell on Taehyung, who was sitting on the soft sofa inside the girl’s house, pulling a face as if he was about to burst.

He knew his brother’s opinion on human and everything that was connected to them. He didn’t want to have to do anything with them at all, and Jimin really hoped that he would have his temper under control, because the girl was the only chance that Taehyung would get healthy again.

It also didn’t help that there were already two Hybrids living here with the human girl, because that only made them feel more uncomfortable to be here in their territory. He had smelled from the first step inside that the girl’s house was already marked by two other Hybrids. Their scents were all over the house: On the soft sofa, in the air an even at the girl, as she had pulled off her jacket.

“I want to leave.” He suddenly heard Taehyung growling under his breath, as he turned his head towards Jimin. “It smells like human here.”

“That’s because a human is living here, Tae.” Jimin chuckled slightly, as he squeezed his brother’s hand harder. “But please, they let us stay here until you are fine again. Let’s not mess this up, okay?”

Tae’s nose trails got wide, before he beathed out hardly and turned his head back to look at the wall. Jimin sighed. He knew that Tae was secretly thankful that they both had a safe place to sleep tonight. Tae cared deeply about him, he knew it. That was the reason why he acted that way.

Jimin moved his eyes away from his brother, just to meet two pressed together, angry looking eyes from the other corner of the room. While the older Hybrid had followed the girl into the kitchen, the bunny had sat down at the table, staring intimidatingly at him and his brother. Though bunnies usually didn’t have sharp teeth or even fangs, that boy definitely had some muscles, and in comparison to him he also was much taller.

He really seemed to be protective about that girl and the leopard Hybrid. Jimin wondered in what relation the three of them were in. Normally, he would expect humans to be dominate and aggressive towards Hybrids, but the both of them seemed to be free in what they were doing.

He watched the girl in the kitchen how she talked with the older boy quietly. She didn’t look like a person that was angry or abusive all the time. She rather looked really kind with her soft voice and her big, brown eyes.

“Don’t look at her like that.” He suddenly heard the voice of the bunny growling in his direction.

A slight shade of red spread over Jimin’s cheeks, as he quickly nodded and turned his head away. The last thing he wated right now was to start a fight. Tae had hear the bunny’s growl, too. He had turned his head into the other Hybrid’s direction and was now baring his teeth at him. Before Jimin had the chance to tell his brother to stop, the girl and the older boy were coming back from the kitchen.

“Jungkook, don’t growl at them. That’s not nice.” She said, as she pressed a quick kiss onto the bunny’s head, before she turned around. “Jimin, Taehyung, do you want to see your room? It’s just down the hallway.”

She pointed her finger down the corridor, as she gestured for them to follow her. Jimin’s eyes flickered to the older boy, who was now standing next to Jungkook, as the girl had called him. Somehow, the white tiger felt like he could trust him the most. He looked kind and respectful at him, not like Jungkook who seemed to stap him and his brother with his gaze. When Jimin’s eyes met Jin’s, the older one gave him small nod, encouraging him to follow the girl.

“Come on, Tae.” Jimin whispered towards his brother, as he tried to pull him up from the sofa.

Tae growled slightly, but eventually he took his brother’s hand and walked up behind him. Jimin tried to keep as much distance at Jungkook as possible when they passed him, not wanting to provoke him in some way. The hallway they were walking in was simply but inviting, with it’s white walls and brown floor. On either side were two doors and also at the end was another door. He wondered in which rooms all those doors would lead to.

“You can sleep in here.” The girl had stopped at the end of the hallway, pushing open the last door on the right side. “I don’t think you mind sharing with each other, do you?”

Jimin quickly nodded his head, pulling Taehyung after him and down the hallway until they reached the girl. The girl gestured for them to enter the room, and when Jimin was about to step in, he quickly bowed his head and thanked the girl again.

“This is your room.” She said calmy, not entering the room but staying in the doorway. “You can rest in here. It is safe. If you need anything, my room is just next to yours. The bathroom is behind the last door on the right side. You are free to go anywhere you like and anytime you like. Just – just don’t break anything, okay?”

She didn’t say anything else, she just turned around and closed the door carefully behind her.

“Who does this bunny think he is?” Tae said as soon as the door was closed. “Talking to you like that. He is lucky that I am injured or else he –“

“He did the same thing you are doing right now, Tae.” Jimin carefully let his fingers slide over the wooden drawer. “He just wanted to protect her.”

“Protect a human. Pah.” Tae hissed behind the white tiger. “This is the best joke I’ve heard so far. They don’t need protection, they bad creatures.”

Jimin looked around the room. It was decorated decent but lovely. On the left side, were placed a small drawer and a table, while on the right side he spotted a large king-sized bed, on which the both of them would definitely would fit together. The lamp hanging from the ceiling spread a warm, yellow light all over the room.

“I don’t know Tae.” Jimin whispered, as he carefully sat down on the soft duvet. “She is so small. How could she hurt someone. Plus, she gave us our own room and a bed to sleep in. Maybe she isn’t like other human. Maybe she is nice.”

“Jimin, listen to me.” Taehyung walked up towards his older brother with fast steps, before he kneeled down in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes. “Human aren’t nice. We need to be careful as long as we stay here. Human will never change. They will always be bad.”

Hope came back after Jungkook had literally force her to take a shower, washing away all of Taehyung’s scent that had stuck to her while she had threatened his injuries. She quickly left the bathroom and made her way back towards the living room, that was already filled with the delicious smell of whatever he was cooking. Jin was a really talented when it came to cooking.

When she set one step into the living room, Jungkook shot up from the sofa he was trying to re-cover with his scent. His floppy ears bounced up and down with each step he took, while his nose was already sniffing up in the air. When he reached the girl, he grabbed her shoulders, before sniffing her up and down, which caused a shade of red over her cheeks.

“Better?” She whispered and he immediately nodded his head, before he suddenly pulled the small girl into his arms. “Jungkook, you are not trying to cover me in you scent, aren’t you?”

“No.” He mumbled back, squeezing her a little bit tighter. “Just a tiny little bit.”

The girl chuckled at his words. She was glad that Jungkook wasn’t afraid to touch her anymore. He would hug her in the mornings and before bedtime, or sometimes when she would leave the house.

“Jungkook! Let go of Hope and help me set the table.” Jin had sticked his head out of the kitchen, waving with a wooden spoon in his hand.

The bunny pouted but listened to his older brother, waddling up into the kitchen while he kept muttering something under his breath. For a moment, Hope thought about the other two guests in her apartment. Should she actually ask them to join them for dinner? She didn’t know when there

was the last time the both of them had a proper meal, but then, she didn’t want to upset Jungkook more by just allowing them to sit on the table. Of course, it was her apartment, but she also wanted to respect that Jungkook and Jin were now living here as well. She didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable at their first day of officially living here.

Her head shot around. With all the trouble she had completely forgotten about the adoption paper that were still laying in her purse, as well as Jin’s note book. She walked over to the front door, where her purse was laying on the ground. She quickly pulled out the map that she had laid the papers in, before she made her way over to the kitchen. Jin was just about to turn off the stoven, while a grumpy Jungkook stood next to him.

“Boys.” She said happily, as she still his the papers behind her back. Both boys turned her attention towards the small girl. “I never got the chance to show you these.”

She pulled out the papers and held them in front of her chest. It took both Hybrids to actually arrive in the situation, but once they did, Jungkook sprinted forward and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you so much.” He whispered into her hair, before he let go, still smiling proudly.

Jin still wasn’t in the place to show her much physical affection, but she didn’t mind though. He bowed his head slightly, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly. It was a first step into the right direction.

“I just want to prepare something small to eat for Jimin and Taehyung.” She announced, as the boys were about to sat down on the table. Jungkook had already opened his mouth, he kept shut when he caught Jin’s look. “They must be hungry.”

She quickly prepared some sandwiches which she placed on a small tray, before she added two water bottles and made her way over to the room she had placed the both Hybrids in. She slightly knocked her elbow against the door and waited until it was opened by Jimin. The tiger looked really confused, as he watched the girl holding the tray with food.

“I made you some sandwiches.” She lifted the tray a few inches. “You need something in your stomach.”

“Thank you very much, Miss.” Jimin bowed his head a few times, before he carefully took the tray out of the girl’s hands.

“We have never introduce ourselves properly. You can just call me Hope and this –“ She turned herself and pointed down the hallway, where Jungkook and Jin were still standing by the dining table. “This are Jungkook and Jin. If you need anything else, let me know, okay?”

Jimin quickly nodded again, before Hope and the boys left them alone in their room.

When the sun had set later that day, the night air was bright and clear that evening. Hope took a last deep breath, before she finally closed the window and made her way over to her bed. She wanted to be asleep a long time ago, but the star sparkled sky looked too amazing to not watch it for hours.

She sighed when the events of the day played along her head. How did she end up with taking in 4 Hybrids at the same time? She didn’t know. Since Jungkook had stumbled into her life, her life became a complete mess. But not only in a bad way.

A quite shuffling in front of her door caught her attention. The boys had said their goodnights a few hours ago, and she doubt that Jimin or Taehyung were strolling around her apartment at night. Carefully, stood up and made her way over to the door, where she pressed her ear against the wood. Indeed, someone was shuffling around in front of her door.

“Jungkook?” She whispered into the darkness, as she spotted the bunny sitting on the ground in front of her door, his duvet was wrapped around his body. “What are you doing?”

When Jungkook had noticed the girl, he quickly shot up from the ground. He rubbed his eyes, before his eyes flickered from the girl over to the door where the other two Hybrids were staying in.

“I –“ He started whispering, before he began to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “I wanted to watch your door, because – because I don’t trust them. What if they try to hurt you while you were sleeping, or if they –“

“Jungkook.” The chuckled slightly, as she stepped forward and cupped his face with both of her hands. “No one wants to hurt me. Go back to bed, you look so tired.”

The bunny closed his eyes and rubbed his face against the girl’s hands, slightly humming as her soft fingers slide over his skin. She could tell from a distance of 10 miles that he was about to fall asleep every second.

“But I need to guard your door, though.” He mumbled against her fingers, before he yawned loudly. “I need to protect you.”

If he wasn’t so damn cute with his soft, floppy ears and his cheeks that were squeezed together by her hands, he would had hosed him away by now. But instead, she carefully slide her thumbs over the soft skin of his face, before she dropped her arms and grabbed his large hand.

“Come on, Kookie.” She carefully pulled him inside her room, while he was more waddling than walking with that thick blanket that was still wrapped around his body and his pillow squeezed under his arm. “If it makes you sleep better, you can sleep in my bed tonight. It’s big enough for the both of us.”

Jungkook didn’t put up any fight at all. He just waddled behind her until he reached the bed, before he let himself just fall forward onto the soft fabric. She watched him, as he took a deep breath of the soft fabric, before he pushed himself further up towards the headboard. He slide the pillow under his head and within seconds she could hear slightly snores leaving his parted lips.

She made herself comfortable on her side of the bed, before she leaned over and gave the bunny a last kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Kookie.”

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pinkyhim · 4 years

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Moonlight Tears (m)

Hybrid Tiger!Taehyung x Reader

Warnings - Smut, Tiny Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), No protection ( wrap it up people ), Y/N is a virgin, kind of pwp, this is total shit btw, Taehyung is so adorable in this it makes me uwu

Author’s Note - I decided to take a little break from Saved to make this short story hope you guys like it <3 literally took me a day to write this lmao (also this is my first smut ><)

Summary - Y/N always played by the rules, but what happens when one day she finds a mystery man inside her home?

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You internally sighed at the thought of moving out of my cozy one-bedroom apartment, but the bills were just too high. You stared at the beige colored walls as you ran your fingers through your hair, the soft sound of rainfall calming me to an extent, Sadly your thoughts were ruined by the sound of pounding on my door, you groaned as you sat up rubbing your eyes, you could hear soft thuds of your feet hitting the hardwood floor as you wandered over to the dark oakwood door before opening it only to be met with the face of your drenched best friend.

"Jungkook?" You asked as Jungkook lead himself into your small abode, "Sorry, Y/N I just needed some shelter from the rain," Jungkook spoke as he tugged his shoes off, the cold rainwater was dripping off of him. On a normal day, you would of happily let him in no questions asked, but today you were in a sour mood, your landlord just raised the apartment bill due to "maintenance problems" or something along the lines of that.

Deciding not to be rude for the sake of friendship you offered him some tea as you grabbed a towel, "It's raining pretty hard isn't it?" you said as you placed the cup of tea down and handed him the towel, "Yeah.." Jungkook spoke as he put the towel around his neck, normally things wouldn't have been as awkward as it was, but only a couple weeks ago you foolishly decided to declare your feeling for him only to be rejected, after that Jungkook started distancing himself from you, you couldn't blame him, it was your own fault for believing that you might actually have had a chance with someone like him.

Both of you sat there in excruciating silence until Jungkook spoke again in a hushed voice "I'm dating Mina now," He said as your eyes widened "W-What?" you asked, uncertain if you really wanted to hear the answer, Jungkook waited for a moment before repeating himself

"I'm dating Mina,"

Jungkook honestly wasn't sure how he expected you to react but he was surprised when you smiled and said "That's great! I'm happy for you two," Jungkook was relieved when he heard that but at the same time confused, before Jungkook could ponder on the thought any longer you spoke "It looks like the rain died down, You should hurry before it gets any worse," Jungkook nodded as he threw on his leather jacket that you oh so loved, before giving you a small "Thank you," And hurrying out, When you heard the door shut you completely broke down. You didn't know why, but you felt as if your heart was shattered into a million pieces and you wished for somebody to fix it, for somebody to hold you and say that everything would be alright.

The next day you woke up with a pounding headache and bloodshot eyes, you dreaded going to classes but you forced yourself to put on some decent looking clothes. When you stepped inside the lecture hall your eyes landed on Jungkook and Mina sitting in the front, holding hands and all. You tore your eyes away from the sight as you dragged your feet to the far back corner hoping that you could sleep without your professor knowing.

The classes were a drag as usual and right after your last class, you hurried on home to catch a nice nap before your usual shift at the cafe, snuggling yourself into the warm covers you fell into a deep sleep.

You were woken up by the sound of your alarm telling you that you needed to head off to work, shoving on your shoes you walked over to the small cafe that you worked at, tugging on your uniform you hoped that today would be an easy day, Sadly your prayers weren't answered as all the customers seemed extremely picky today, having sent back five drinks. You sighed as you stared at the clock hoping that it would just hit the number 12 so you could leave. Thankfully this time you lucked out as your coworker came in an hour early.

When you arrived back at your apartment you were met with the sight of a naked man standing in your hallway,

"Holy Shit!" You swore bringing your hands up to cover your view as the man stared at you curiously, head tilting as you grabbed your phone ready to dial the police, the man didn't seem to like that as he grabbed your phone before smashing it onto the ground, Your eyes went as wide as dinner plates as you stared at the man, he was tall, golden skin, if the circumstances were different you might have said that he was handsome, something caught your eye, two fluffy ears poking on the top of his head, they were a beautiful orange with charcoal black stripes, your mouth gaped as you saw the tail that calmly swished behind him,

"Y/N" He spoke his voice was deep and smooth, "H-How do you know my name?!" You asked panicked as the man rolled his eyes "It's on your name tag" He spoke, as you calmed a little bit, He started to take multiple steps toward you as you backed away before hitting the door with a soft thud, The man had you cornered as he took a deep breath inhaling your scent before sticking his head in the crook of your neck inhaling deeply, You gasped at the sudden contact but you were frozen in place, "Mate," He whined deeply before you pushed him away to which he grumbled, "W-Who are you?" you asked as you stared into his soft brown eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe, "My name is Taehyung" He spoke calmly, his eyes raking over you as if you were his prey, "Why a-are you here?" You asked, your eyes falling to his naked body before blushing red like a tomato and looking away, Taehyung smirked at your reaction before speaking "You called for me Y/N," He said, his statement confusing you, "What?" You asked him as he let out a huff at your confusion, "Last night, you called for me to come." He said, "B-But I never called you," You spoke, "I could smell you," He growled before continuing "I could smell your need for me, little mate," He snarled, you were confused at all the information that was hitting you, There was an extremely handsome guy who was standing naked in your hallway, He had a tail and an extra pair of ears, and to top it all off he claimed that you were his mate or something, You were not sure what to do, half of you wanted to call the police and the other half wanted something else, something you couldn't put your finger on.

Then you figured it out, you wanted him. Even if you had just met him you trusted him with your whole life, it felt like you had known him forever. As if he could sense your arousal brewing up he stepped towards you again before placing his lips onto yours, your eyes went wide at the sudden action, but nonetheless, you wanted more.

You whimpered into his mouth as he took the chance to sneak his wet tongue inside, you felt like you were on cloud nine as his tongue hungrily danced with yours, he grabbed you by the ass as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as his thick member poked into your clothed core making you mewl, swinging open the door to your room he gently laid you on your bed before he broke the kiss, you panted as he started to gently tug on your clothes "C-Can I?" He asked, his face completely flushed a light shade of pink as you nodded blushing, he smiled softly as he started to pull off your clothing until you were left in nothing but your undergarments, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze, you tried to curl yourself up until he stopped you "God, your so beautiful, my beautiful mate," He purred as he unclipped your bra, gently pulling it off as his face as in the crook of your neck, softly sucking love bites into your skin as you gasped in pleasure, your hands coming up and attaching themselves into his soft locks your fingertips brushing over his soft ears as he purred loudly, rutting his hips against your clothed core, his soft lips moved from your neck onto your soft breasts, attaching his mouth onto them sucking gently as you cried in pleasure, Taehyung started to move down until he was met with your clothed core, He inhaled deeply before rocking his hips against your mattress, "You smell so good," He moans out before hooking a finger and dragging your panties off, member twitching at the sight of your naked figure, "Ah look your honeypots all soaked, is this all for me?" He asks running a finger along your folds as you let out a soft whine blushing at his words, "Answer me mate," He says before lightly smacking your clit, "A-Ah Yes yes, it's for you" You breath out as he licks a stripe along your drenched folds, "T-Taehyung" You whine as he slowly starts to suck onto your clit, You gasp loudly as you feel him slowly push two fingers into your core before moving, He hummed sending vibrations onto your clit making you let out a high-pitched whimper, "W-Wait T-Taehyung I-I'm gonna-" He cut you off by replacing his fingers with his wet tongue making you moaned out as your release hit you like a truck, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you cried out Taehyung's name, not wanting to overstimulate you Taehyung pulled his tongue out of your dripping core before moving up and kissing you intensely, you squeaked as you felt him rub his hot member against your folds, "A-Ah wait, Taehyung" You said grabbing his arm as looked up at you, "I-It's my first time," You murmed shyly as he smiled and said "Don't worry kitten i'll be gentle" You smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss, this time it was more sweet and it was filled with love, you choked out a cry and you felt Taehyung push his long member inside you, the pain making tears fall form your eyes, Taehyung halted his movements when he was fully inside you giving you some time to adjust, as he placed light kisses onto your neck, after a while the pain started to fade as all you felt now was desire, "Move" You whispered to Taehyung as he started to rock his hips, "S-Shit you're so tight," Taehyung grunted as his member pumped inside you, soon his thrusts started to get faster as you let moans fall from your mouth, Taehyung's thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his high cum gathering up inside his balls as he whined loudly, "A-Ah Y/N I'm going to cum soon" He spoke as he hands traveled down to your clit rubbing tight circles making your back arch in pleasure, soon you felt your high approaching you very quickly, "T-Taehyung I-I'm going to-" You were cut off by your orgasm as you screamed out in pleasure hands tightly gripping your sheets as you started to see stars, Taehyung started thrusting even faster inside your very sensitive core making you wail in absolute pleasure, Taehyung gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your stomach letting out a deep whine, Taehyung fell to your side breathing heavy, You felt Taehyung's hand intertwine with yours as he whispered into your ear "I love you Y/N, my mate" You smiled at the statement sleep tugging at your eyes before you muttered out a "I love you too"

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 4 years

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 3: Less

Summary/Author’s note: We’re getting there I promise. I’m trying not to rush it because I know when I read a slow burn it is so much more satisfying but they are so hard to write because goddammit y’all are in love we know it, just bone. I can also post the Lannister family tree if that helps you guys see the reader’s relation, I did the research to figure out where they fit and…whew boy. That tree has a lot of branches. Enjoy.

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 3k Rating/Warnings: R/18+ Language, Mentions of implied/wrongly accused rape.

(Parts) (1)(2) [MASTERLIST]

Sleep had been impossible. You tossed and turned with thoughts of the Prince and his Paramour and the proposal they had laid at your feet. The smart thing to do would be to weigh your options–compare the idea of leaving behind everything you’ve ever known, or jumping head first off a cliff into a new adventure. Instead, what you had done all night was lay in bed and think of Ellaria’s mouth on yours. You shut your eyes tightly and rolled over burying your face in the pillow.

It wasn’t like you had never thought about another woman in the way you had spent the entire night thinking about Ellaria Sand. Since you were a young girl the idea of kissing another girl had made your heart flutter beneath your breast. Women were beautiful in the same way you found men to be–it seemed a pretty straightforward concept. But to the world around you, thoughts like these made you feel ostracized, so you did what you thought was best and shoved them down into a dark part of your subconscious willing them to just disappear. One kiss from Ellaria though, had undone all of your careful repressive work and brought those feelings running to the surface like a siren breaking through the waters of the sea.

You groaned and smacked the pillow before sitting up in bed and shoving the hair from your eyes. Sleep wasn’t coming and the birds were already starting to stir outside the window of your bedchambers. You tied your hair back out of your eyes in a ribbon and pulled an old robe out of your trunk, slipping it around your shoulders. You touched the necklace that dangled between your breasts and took a deep breath before walking out into the hall.

The kitchen was already bustling with a few of the maids as they started to get breakfast ready for the guests of the castle. Fresh baked bread with freshly churned butter and clover honey sat on the table next to a plate of ham. You said good morning to one of the other ladies and sat down going straight for the fragrant bread and spreads.

“Good morning, (y/n).” One of the maids said as she sat a cup down in front of you. “Your uncle has already gone for a meeting with the other Lannisters. He didn’t want to wake you.”

You nodded but didn’t try to talk over your mouth full of food. It wasn’t like his daily agenda meant much to you, if he needed your help at the market he would have taken the time to wake you.

“He did ask if there was something you wanted to tell him?” She put her hands on her wide hips and raised a gray eyebrow.

“What?” You ask, swallowing rather hard.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with your new suitor!” She gestured over towards the window with a large, motherly smile on her face.

You follow her gaze and are glad you no longer had a mouth full of bread because you would have choked. In the window, already starting to turn towards the early morning sunrise, was a large ornate vase. The vase was filled with large orange and yellow tiger lilies, similar in color to the dress Ellaria had worn the day before–or colors that represented house Martell. You put down your breakfast and shoved the chair away from the table, quickly getting up to inspect them.

“Shit,” you breathed without thinking.

“Someone fancies you, dear,” the maid continued to smile as she laid down more dishes and silverware.

You were only half listening as a folded piece of paper caught your eye. In swirling script it simply read:

‘A conventional life is a boring life. – O & E’

You quickly stuffed the note in the pocket of your robe and picked up the vase, turning towards the stairs.

“Surely you’re not finished. You’ve barely touched your food.” The maid called after you as you started the climb back to your room.

“I’m not hungry. If he asks, tell my Uncle I’ll be home late.” You said over your shoulder as you slammed the door behind you. After setting the vase on your nightstand, you pulled the note out of your pocket and read it over again before getting dressed quickly.

–

By the time you were dressed and halfway to the brothel, the city was awake and thriving. Shops were open and people were milling about procuring items that they would need for the upcoming days. A light mist had fallen over most of the city and it was as if the sky could not decide if it wanted to rain or not. You rubbed your arms in your short-sleeved dress, missing the shawl that you were now certain you left in Oberyn’s Chambers in your haste to leave the day before.

The door to the brothel was locked when you tried to turn the handle, you hadn’t thought about it possibly being closed. When did brothels start doing daily business? Unsure of what else to do, you knocked timidly.

A robed woman, you would have bet money was wearing nothing underneath, answered the door, leaning on the archway. “Can I help you, sweet one?” She said, practically purring.

“I’m here to see Prince Oberyn,” you tried. “He’s–he’s expecting me.” It was only a half lie.

She looked down your body slow enough to make you want to turn away but then she nodded her head to gesture inside. “Upstairs.” She moved to the side to allow you to pass.

The door shut behind you and you headed for the stairs. The place was much quieter than it had been the day before, as most of its patrons were probably still in bed or just beginning to take breakfast. The thought made you pause outside the bedchamber you knew belonged to the prince. We’re they even awake? Fuck. You leaned your forehead against the wood of the door contemplating turning around and walking back to the castle. But something inside you said otherwise and before you lost what little courage you had, you knocked on the door.

“Enter,” a familiar, deep voice said and you did.

Oberyn was sitting up against the headboard, a book balanced in one hand, while the other stroked Ellaria’s dark hair as she slept on his bare chest. He peered over the book as you leaned against the door to close it behind you.

“(Y/n),” he said, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice as he put the book down. As he moved to sit up, Ellaria opened her eyes. She sat up with a look of shock equal to that of the prince, the movement causing the sheet to slip, revealing her naked breast.

“I’m sorry,” you started to look away but stopped yourself, remembering their lessons from the day before. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

They stayed quiet, as if worried whatever they said would scare you off. Taking a few steps towards the bed, you continued.

“I don’t know why I’m here or what I want.” You hugged your own arms as if trying to protect yourself from the raw feelings you were voicing. “But I know that you’re right. I can’t stay in King’s Landing. I can’t go back to Casterly Rock. I can’t be a merchant.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes tightly forcing yourself to be honest. “No one has ever asked me what I want. Not until yesterday. Not until you.” You opened your eyes and looked at Ellaria. “I’m not saying yes to going to Dorne. But–I’m not saying no."

You looked between them both as you focused on the simple act of breathing normally. Here you stood, talking too much and looking like a ridiculous little girl. Surely they would rescind their offer now. Surely they would regret pursuing you like this after such an embarrassing outburst, but all they did was share a knowing smile before looking back to you.

“Say something, please.” You sighed and put a hand to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Did you get our gift?” Oberyn asked, simply.

You blinked slowly before nodding. “Y-yes. They’re lovely."

“They reminded us of you,” Ellaria said, grinning as she laid her head back on Oberyn’s chest.

“Stop,” you shook your head, feeling the heat rise to your face again, but you couldn’t help the smile that broke through your face.

Oberyn turned his head and pressed his lips to Ellaria’s hairline before sitting up. "I’ll have someone bring us up some breakfast.” As he threw his dark blue shawl around his shoulders from the day before, you were left alone with the woman you had spent the whole night dreaming about.

—

“So, I threw my dagger and pinned his hand to the wall.” Oberyn picked up a strawberry from the platter on the table and popped it into his mouth before, putting his hand against the wall like he was stuck to it.

“You didn’t,” you shook your head, smiling as Oberyn stood in front of you and Ellaria miming the perfect throw of a knife. He had been telling stories for the better part of the morning and you had been enjoying them immensely. He had a knack for it and an energy that made even the simplest of tales interesting.

“I absolutely did.” He insisted. “And it was even more impressive because he was a small man, with very small hands.” He waggled his large hand in the air as if to demonstrate.

“And you know what they say about small hands?” Ellaria said, finishing her wine and slinking off the couch towards the prince.

“What do they say about small hands?” You said, knowing perfectly well what the old adage was but wanting to hear her say it.

“Small hands means a small cock, my dear. So tell me,” she held up Oberyn’s hand and pressed hers to it, so they were palm to palm. His hand absolutely swallowed hers. “What does that say about our dear Prince’s hands?” She grinned and you blushed, looking back into your glass of wine.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into your cup not knowing what else to say.

Oberyn started to lean down to capture Ellaria’s lips but she pulled away to keep her eyes on you. “By the gods, what are you sorry for?”

“It was forward of me, to–” you swallowed hard and forced yourself to meet her gaze. “To discuss such things.”

“Discuss what? The Prince’s cock?” she let the hard sound at the end of the word echo slightly in the back of her throat for emphasis. Oberyn smirked and intertwined his fingers with his paramour’s for a moment as he looked at you.

You shook your head and broke their gaze once again. Why was she doing this? Was it her personal goal to make you slide off of the couch into a puddle on the floor? Did you care?

Ellaria let go of Oberyn’s hand and grinned. “You are a sweet one.” She walked back over to the fainting couch the two of you were sharing and pulled her legs under her as she sat. “When you’re with us, you apologize to no one."

“But why?” you asked.

“Life is too short to feel ashamed about one of the greatest pleasures in it.” She tucked your hair behind your ear and continued, “Oberyn’s talked all morning. It’s your turn.”

“Me?”

“Excellent idea,” Oberyn said, kicking his feet up on the table and refilling his cup.

“But you already know so much about me,” you joked, remembering the information that Oberyn paid for.

“I don’t want to know things that are common knowledge,” Oberyn said. “We want the good parts.”

“I’m afraid none of it is very good.” You said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your less than exciting life thus far.

“We’ll start easy,” Ellaria shared a nod with Oberyn. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

You choked into your goblet, feeling your eyes water as some of the wine went into your nose. Oberyn grinned so wide it was as if he were a child on his name day. He stroked his beard and kept his eyes on you as you cleared your throat and looked at Ellaria.

“That’s an easy question?”

“Of course,” she nodded. “The answer is a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. See? Easy.”

You looked at her with wide eyes but still smiled at her seemingly natural charm. “Fine. Yes.” Oberyn pulled his feet down off the table and leaned forward on his chair.

“Yes?” he asked, unable to mask his surprise…or perhaps it was delight.

“Yes,” you repeated. “It was a long time ago.”

“Well, that much is obvious.” Ellaria interrupted.

“You’re making fun of me,” you said and she put a hand to her chest in mock surprise.

“Of course I’m not,” she said, and looked at Oberyn. “Would I do such a thing?”

“Do not make me answer that,” he said smartly and looked back at you. “Continue, (y/n).”

You took a deep breath and set your cup on the table in favor of wringing your hands in your lap and not meeting either of their gaze. “It was a childhood infatuation. A stupid fantasy really.” You started and when neither one of them interrupted you, you continued. “My uncle didn’t think it was a good match–below the Lannister name.”

“But you didn’t think that,” Ellaria said, not as a question but more of a statement.

“No,” you shook her head. “He was kind. He listened to me. That alone was more important than his house.”

"Who was your father?” Oberyn raised an eyebrow and you rubbed your forehead.

“My father and Uncle are Joanna’s brothers.”

“Tywin’s deceased wife?”

“Yes. It gets messy when everyone seems to forget that Tywin is Joanna’s second cousin.” You felt embarrassed laying the family tree on the table, but everyone knew the Lannister obsession with keeping everything within the family.

“So, that make’s Tywin–” Ellaria prompted.

“Another uncle, by marriage?” You shook your head and looked exasperated. “I would need to draw it out.”

“What happened to your love from the Rock?” Oberyn asked, changing the subject.

“Right. I was young, and stupid, and we thought we were much sneakier than we actually were.” You swallowed hard and tried to keep your voice from wavering. “We went out to the woods for a midday–” you waved your hand in the air, fumbling for a word to use.

“Fuck,” Ellaria prompted.

“Yes, thank you–” you continued. “And my Uncle had someone follow us. And, on the advice of the almighty Tywin Lannister, had him arrested for rape.” You blinked rapidly and looked upwards refusing to let something you had worked so hard on repressing, surface in front of them. “The charges were dropped of course because it wasn’t true–but the embarrassment was enough to make him run for the hills.” You picked up your glass and took a rather large drink. “Because everyone knows when you fuck a Lannister, you fuck the whole family apparently–and no one wants to do that.” Your tone was bitter, but you couldn’t help it as you ran the cup in between your palms, feeling the weight of their gaze on you.

“It’s not your fault,” Ellaria said simply, moving to sit closer to you.

“I know that,” you said, still looking down at your glass.

“Do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and putting her finger under your chin to make you look at her.

Your eyes were burning with unshed tears but you stubbornly swallowed them along with the lump in your throat. “Then whose fault is it?”

“Tywin Lannister’s,” Oberyn said firmly, his tone containing a sharp bite.

“And your Uncle’s,” Ellaria nodded.

“Well,” you just shrugged lightly in agreement with them, not knowing what else to say. “Not only am I damaged goods–I’m damaged goods with a terrifying family.”

Oberyn got up, pushing his chair back so abruptly it scraped against the wooden floor, making you and Ellaria jump. He moved to the window of the room and leaned against it, looking out at the people below in silent thought. His shoulders moved slowly with a few deep breaths before he finally spoke, turning to look back at you, “The Lannister’s are not terrifying. They are not gods looking down on us from Casterly Rock–they bleed just like all other men.”

“Oberyn,” Ellaria said carefully.

He moved across the room and knelt down in front of you on one knee. “And you, my lioness,” he took your hand gently, giving you an opportunity to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t. “Are not damaged goods,” he mumbled the words against your knuckles as he pressed his lips to your hand and gave you a small squeeze.

Ellaria balanced her chin in her hand and watched the two of you with a small smile. The gesture was so tender coming from a man you had heard so many stories about–and only just met for yourself the day before. It made your chest tight. It made your heart beat a little faster and see such an imposing figure in a new light.

“Your lioness?” you said, biting your lip and moving the topic to something lighter. You squeezed his hand and rubbed the pad of your thumb over his large fingers.

Oberyn froze, realizing that you heard exactly what he had said and chuckled. “My apologies.”

“Don’t apologize.” “Don’t apologize.”

Both you and Ellaria said the same thing at the same time and looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. Oberyn let go of your hand and rolled his eyes, standing up and moving back to his chair. “What have I gotten myself into?” he asked no one in particular as you and Ellaria continued to giggle.

It felt good to laugh. It felt good to talk to people who seemed interested in what you had to say and think. You felt as if a weight had been taken from your shoulders now that someone other than those responsible knew of the injustice of your past. It didn’t make it right. It didn’t make it better. It just made it…less.

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kryptonianxkara · 3 years

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I Fought The Law →

If days with Alex weren’t already exciting enough Kara had been bouncing non stop since Alex had arrived that morning. It truly was a blessing considering the fact she’d wanted to ask Lena about their kisses and if it was something they could do again or if it was only going to be a bed time thing but before she could ask Lena anything, Lena was getting ready and before she knew it Kara was giving her her goodbye hug for the day and she was alone with Alex. She didn’t have long to pout about it though as soon Alex was surprising her with a secret trip to the mall and any thoughts she was thinking before were instantly out the window as Kara bounded down the hall to get dressed. Once they had finally arrived Kara was eager to run around and let off some steam, but she stayed by Alex’s side, talking to her, asking her questions, playing with her tiger.

It was only after they had been in a book store to see some sort of Scientific Author did Kara start to grow antsy.

Sure, it was nice to spend time with Alex doing something the other girl liked to do. But after an hour of listening to science talk Kara couldn’t help it when she started rocking in her spot. Kara wasn’t interested in science, she was interested in candy.

“Alex when can we go?” she whispered, her legs bouncing eagerly as she tried hard to stay in her spot.

“Once this book reading is over,”

Glancing between Alex and the older gentleman sitting in a chair at the front of the group Kara glanced at the book in his hands. Noticing that they had hardly even gotten halfway through!

“But...That’s gonna be forever!”

Blushing a little as the people around them were quick to shush her Kara pouted as she slumped down in her chair.

Noticing Kara playing with her Tiger again, Alex figured they were in the clear. Until she noticed Kara ruffling through her backpack next to her, dropping cereal and other things she didn’t even want to ask about. Sighing a little she leaned over, gently nudging the alien. “Kara, what are you looking for?”

“My juice boxes! I thought I put them in here last night, I-”

“Shh!”

“S-Sorry....I thought I put them in here before Lena and I went to bed....But....No wait! I didn’t because then I got distracted playing with her hair,”

Alex couldn’t help the small fond smile that settled over her face as Kara explained how her night played out, though the smile quickly disappeared as she heard the people behind them shushing Kara, yet again.

“She is being quiet, just relax.” she commented, giving them a small glare before looking back at Kara. She knew the girl wasn’t going to sit still, Kara didn’t sit still ever. Plus as she noticed the cereal bits falling out of her backpack Alex knew this was going to get more messy than anything.

“Okay...You don’t have to sit here, you can go look in the candy store and I’ll meet you there okay?”

“Can I go to the store with the animals?”

“Uh...Not the real ones.”

“What about...My tiger’s animal friends?”

“Yeah, I guess. But only there and the candy store okay?”

“Okay!” Beaming a little Kara quickly zipped her backpack up, sliding her arms back into the straps she leaned over to kiss Alex’s cheek before happily hopping up, not being very discreet as she made her way through the row of people and out of the book store.

“Wait for me there Kara,”

“I will!”

****

Once she was out on her own Kara was feeling slightly overwhelmed, but she just continued to tell herself that she was fine, she knew where she was going and Alex was only right there if she needed her. Everything was fine.

Hanging on to her Tiger’s paw she gave the stuffed animal a small nod before venturing off towards the store that had all of her Tiger’s friends in it. After all, she was most excited about the candy store, so she figured she’d save it for last! That way hopefully Alex would be done her book thing at the same time, then they’d be together again!

It didn’t take long for Kara to get distracted in the toy store, especially when her gaze fell on their newly added Lego section. That definitely wasn’t here the last time Lena brought her here so naturally she had to check it out! Inspecting every box took well over thirty minutes and once Kara had decided which ones she wanted she had them tucked under her arms as she continued to venture around, finding the store was a lot busier than it had been previously, which worked out for her because like always no one tried to talk to her.

It was only when she went to lift her Tiger up to show them their friends did she end up dropping half the Lego boxes, which left her pouting and confused for a second until she realized she had a way to carry them! She had her backpack! And since she didn’t pack those juice boxes it wasn’t as full as usual. Kneeling down she placed the Lego boxes in her backpack before zipping it back up and sliding it back on to her shoulders before leaning up on her tip toes to return to showing her Tiger the other animals.

“Maybe when we get home we can build a Lego room for you and then maybe we can get more friends! But I kind of like having you as my best friend,” she explained to the stuffed tiger as she cradled it back into her arms before eventually making her way out of the store and skipping towards the candy store.

Once there, Kara was instantly beaming. Feeling bright and happy like she always did whenever she was there. Stepping inside she quickly put her Tiger in her backpack, knowing she’d need her hands free. “I’ll grab you again after, I promise! And promises are forever,” she told her small friend before zipping her backpack up and grabbing one of the baskets.

Curiously looking around she figured she should pick some stuff for Lena this time too! Which had Kara thinking about Lena and missing her and wondering how her day was going. Maybe she’d ask if she could go to L Corp tomorrow.

Lena time was the best time after all!

It didn’t take long before Kara had filled the basket, which was when she paused to think that well, she already had a basket from here at home....No, she had two! One was holding her Lego and the other had crayons in it. So surely, she didn’t need to bring another one home, when she didn’t have anything to go in it! Shrugging off her backpack once more she dumped the contents of the basket into her backpack, taking a moment to organize everything before ultimately just shoving it all in. Quickly standing up she glanced around and noticed that Alex still wasn’t there, so she must have been early! Well, it couldn’t hurt to make her way back to the book store, then maybe Alex would be pleased she had gotten everything on her own and they’d be able to go home faster! She was getting rather hungry after all.

Sliding her backpack back on Kara happily made her way out of the candy store and into the main part of the mall, trying to remember what way she was supposed to go to get back to the book store.

When Kara had felt like no one was paying attention to her, one person was. The candy store owner, who had instantly noticed when she walked in and wasn’t with Lena. And though they knew nothing about her, they could at least connect the dots from their past visits that when she came in and had Lena with her, she was with her for a reason, a very important reason, the owner realized as they noticed Kara quickly walking back out of the store after filling her usual basket and suddenly it was gone, tempted to chase after her they figured in case the girl had a mental breakdown or something, the safest option for everyone was calling mall security.

***

Kara had managed to get halfway in the complete wrong direction when she was startled by the man stepping in front of her, though she attempted to step around him he ended up just cutting her off every time. Furrowing her brows in confusion she tried to think of the English word for what she was supposed to say to ask him to move, only he beat her to the punch.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to come with me”

“Oh um, I’m not supposed to go anywhere with stra...um...people I don’t know” Kara explained with a quick nod, holding on to the straps of her backpack. Though this man seemed nice enough Kara had seen all black outfits before and she wasn’t a fan of them, nor the people that wore them that’s for sure, except for Alex....Oh no Alex!

“I really do have to be getting back to my friend...Can you tell me which way the book place is please?”

The security guard made eye contact with the co-worker he’d brought along, the one standing behind Kara. A silent conversation that they needed to take her in, without causing a scene and clearly that was going to be an issue, though not the most ethical, they figured their plan would work.

“Of course, we’ll escort you there”

Instantly perking up Kara smiled rather brightly. “Oh thank you! I don’t know if her book reading thingy will be over yet, that book was huge but I really do want to get back to her,”

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The moment she was lead into a small room with nothing but a table and chair in it Kara realized this wasn’t the book store, and she didn’t want to be here.

“Um...I think we made a wrong turn, I’ll just be going-”

“Sit down please Miss,”

“N-No I really should be-”

“Sit.”

Startling at the raised voice Kara plopped down in the metal chair, biting harshly into her lip she looked down at her lap, that uncomfortable feeling in her chest.

“Your backpack please”

“W-Why?”

“Ma’am.”

Peeking up at the man Kara sighed softly as she shrugged her backpack off, hesitating before holding it out to the man, noticing his friend enter the room again as well Kara quickly looked around before her gaze fell back on them.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Um...B-Because you tricked me? I really do need to be going”

“You’re here because we got a call saying that you could have possibly been stealing, all we’re doing is checking and asking you a few questions.”

“S-Stealing?”

Looking clearly confused Kara instantly tensed up the moment she noticed the other man taking her backpack and moving it to a table behind them. Leaning over a bit to try and watch him she furrowed her brows even tighter.

“I don’t under...Please don’t touch those” she quickly adverted as she noticed the man pulling stuff out of her bag, standing up on instinct Kara flinched and squeaked as she was quickly told to sit down again.

Doing her best to take a few deep breaths like Alex had taught her Kara glared down at her lap, she was incredibly uncomfortable and she hadn’t felt this way since the DEO.

“Did you pay for any of the items in the bag?”

“P-p...I don’t...understand” she mumbled, a frustrated and sad sigh leaving her lips. “I...would really like to go home please”

Looking between each other the two security guards shared a sigh and a shrug. Clearly this wasn’t going anywhere.

“Look Ma’am....Everything you took will have to be returned to the stores. We won’t press charges, but you may be banned from the premises,”

Still looking greatly confused and clearly not understanding the next time Kara looked up she noticed all of her candy and the Lego boxes now sitting on the table in front of her.

“But those are...” Instantly growing wide eyed as she noticed the man pulling her Tiger out of the bag Kara perked up. “He’s mine! Please don’t hurt him”

“Everything will need to go back”

“But...he’s...He’s mine! He’s my best friend, we...We share a bed at home, he’s mine...”

Even though she didn’t understand what was going on the panic was truly setting in as Kara realized her tiger was going to be taken away. Her tiger that was clearly worn and dirty and definitely didn’t belong with the shiny brand new objects sitting on the table.

Kara’s gaze stayed intently on her Tiger, not even noticing that the cereal, crayons, and other small knick nacks were also being taken out of her backpack.

“He’s mine....Give him back to me”

Though she didn’t want to be rude, that panic was taking over and was being replaced with a protective side. Looking between the two men who were clearly ignoring her Kara curled her fingers into fists, telling herself to relax she last thing she needed was to start shooting heat beams out of her eyes.

“I...P-Please give me my Tiger back”

Again ignored.

Standing up Kara let out a frustrated sigh as she moved over to the men, reaching for her Tiger she had managed to grasp his leg before they noticed and that was when the unthinkable happened.

With the man hanging on to one end, and Kara hanging on to the other, the moment she went to tug him back, her Tiger’s leg ripped clean off, stuffing flying everywhere and a horrified gasp leaving the tiny alien.

“Y-You....You...He’s broken! Why...Why would you hurt him like that?!” looking down at her own hands Kara couldn’t help the tears that quickly filled her eyes as the realization set in that she had done it...she had hurt him. “Oh no...Oh no, oh no” kneeling down she tried to scoop up as much of the stuffing as she could.

“I think you should leave,”

“Dude she’s the one that grabbed-”

“Don’t worry I’ve got this,”

Taking the remainder of the stuffed animal the security guard leaned down to be at Kara’s level. “I’m sorry about your friend, what’s your name?”

Squeezing her eyes shut Kara shook her head slowly, shaky breaths leaving her as the panic settled in her chest once more.

“H-He’s...broken...I...I broke him...” she looked wide eyed, her breath coming in rapid paces as she couldn’t seem to be able to take an actual breath.

“Hey, I’m sure you can get him fixed. What’s your name?”

“K-Kara...”

“Okay Kara, I’m going to get you some water and then we’re going to talk okay? But we have to stay civil okay?”

“C-civil?”

“Don’t worry about it,”

Gathering all the stuffing off the floor Kara crawled around until she had every little piece picked up, setting it on the table she delicately set her Tiger’s leg next to the stuffing, slowly sitting back down in the chair she wiped at her eyes, harshly playing with her sleeves.

“C-Can I please go home...”

“Kara, do you know your phone number?”

Furrowing her brows she shook her head quickly.

“What about your parents number?”

The moment the word parents set in Kara felt that panic rise in her chest once more, the tears welling in her eyes again.

“I...don’t....n-no parents.” she mumbled, tugging her sleeves over her hands as she hid against her palms, trying to take a few deep breaths.

“Okay...Well do you have a guardian?”

“G-Guardi...I don’t...” sighing a frustrated sigh Kara cried into her hands. “I don’t understand....I just want to go home...”

“Do you have someone who takes care of you?”

Nodding slowly Kara wiped at her eyes with her knuckles. “L-Lena...She...She takes care of me...she’s my friend,”

“Great, do you know her phone number? So I can call her and tell her your here?”

Instantly looking up Kara shook her head a little. “N-No um...I’m...I’m not supposed to be with Lena today, not until later and she...She’s really important but I....I love her a lot...um...yes...I...I need her here.”

Patting around on her body Kara rubbed the side of her head for a moment trying to remember if she had her phone with her today. “My...phone is in my backpack,” she mumbled quietly, rubbing at her eyes once more she reached out to grab her Tiger’s leg, cradling that to her chest for a little bit of comfort.

As the security guard moved to grab her phone Kara didn’t even notice as he went through it and found Lena’s contact number. “I’m going to give her a call and then I’ll be right back okay Kara?”

Nodding absently Kara watched him leave before she quickly moved to grab the rest of her poor Tiger, bringing him closer and delicately laying him on the table, looking over his leg and all the stuffing and feeling even worse about the fact she had literally destroyed her best friend. “I’m sorry...I’m s-sorry”

***

“She’s clearly not all there,”

“Which is why we’re calling someone for her. I don’t think she realized she stole things but she clearly can’t be on her own.” The security guard said simply, getting the number from Kara’s phone he used their’s to quickly call it.

The moment the line picked up he sighed a little in relief. “Hello is this Lena? This is Clint from the National City mall security, we have Kara here and we’ve been informed that you’re her guardian. She was caught stealing and there seems to be a lot of miscommunication between us, and she is quite upset. So we were hoping if you are able to, that you would be able to come down here and we can explain the situation and release Kara back to you.”

Once he hung up Clint moved back into the room with Kara, bringing a small cup of water with him as he set it in front of her, being mindful not to touch any part of the stuffed toy.

“Lena is on her way Kara, so we’ll just sit tight and then we can get this all sorted out okay?”

Nodding a bit Kara delicately took the water, slowly drinking it as she finally started to calm down.

“...she’s gonna be so mad at me...” she mumbled sadly as she looked down at her Tiger. Truly the only thing Kara was concerned about was her tiger and the fact that Lena might be upset that she broke him, that she couldn’t control her powers and she broke him. Truly still not understanding why she was here or what was happening.

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It had only taken a quick chat with the man at the candy store for Alex to realize that Kara was gone, somewhere in the mall, until he had shouted out at her that she should probably check in with security and that was when Alex’s heart sank into her stomach. Security meant Kara had been caught doing...something. God only knows what.

Quickly making her way to the customer service counter she sighed. “Hi yes, I have a friend, her name is Kara...I’m looking out for her today and I was just informed that she is with the mall security team. If you could just let me get back there I can figure out this situation,”

“Just one moment please,”

Watching as the woman at the desk made a call, explained the situation and then chatted with the person on the other end. Alex absently tapped her fingers against the table, growing a little too impatient but telling herself to chill out.

“They can take you back there, but unfortunately you are not going to be able to see her, as the team have called her legal guardian to come and pick her up. Once the guardian arrives you’ll be free to see her.”

“Legal guardian? But she....Ah fuck.”

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acceptance

ship: none, mostly yosano & ranpo platonic stuff with background ranpoe

genre: hurt/comfort

prompt: yosano never believed she was worthy to be ranpo’s sister.

notes: welcome to my circus tonight we’re talking about how much i love them

“You and Ranpo are pretty close, right?” Atsushi says, sitting on the examination table in Yosano’s office.

She had been checking in on a sprained ankle Atsushi had gotten yesterday, which had healed over nicely thanks to the tiger’s abilities.

“Yes, we’re very close,” Yosano replied, back against the counter as she scribbled down notes on a paper.

“Are you guys dating?”

Akiko laughs, nodding a no, “I think I’d actually kill him within a minute if we were dating.”

Atsushi quirks an eyebrow, “Then… Is it a brother-sister relationship, or are you guys just friends?”

“Hmm, well…” She answered, lifting up her head, “It’s complicated.”

It’s really not.

Yosano knows well what Ranpo considers them.

She’d love to call herself his sister, given if she had deserved the title.

Ranpo deserves a much better sister than her.

“You’re confusing me,” replied the silver haired boy with a frown.

“Sorry, Nakajima,” Yosano answered with a smile, “In short, Ranpo and I grew up together. If you really wanna know more, you should ask Ranpo himself.”

Atsushi nods, hopping off the table and beginning to make his way out of the office.

Akiko sighs.

One of these days, she’ll do something good, and feel worthy to call herself Ranpo’s sister.

“You seriously don’t know how the train system works?” Yosano asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy beside her.

“Yup!” Ranpo replied, enthusiastically.

“You’re thirteen years old!”

“Mhmm!”

Yosano sighed, head in her hands as she nodded a no.

“Fine, I’ll take you there.”

Ranpo only smiles in response, and Yosano takes his hand into hers as they walk down the streets.

Yosano does not know Yokohama very well, she has only been in this city for about a year. Though, Ranpo doesn’t really, either. They make frequent stops by maps, Yosano struggling to read them at her height and having to have Ranpo hold her up to see properly.

It’s a pretty summer afternoon, there are kids their age out and about at candy stores, parks, and coffee shops. Yosano can only look at them in sadness, because she has never gotten to experience that sort of thing.

Her entire life, she’s been used for her ability. She never got to be a kid, make friends and laugh in the summer.

“Akiko-chan,” Ranpo says, nudging Yosano as she looked away from the children and back to Ranpo.

“Hm?”

“You look sad.”

“I’m not,” Yosano insists, “Just…”

“You’re sad,” Ranpo replied, stopping dead in his tracks.

“Ranpo,” Yosano whined, “Come on, we gotta get to the train station!”

“Doesn’t matter anymore! I’ll disregard the case entirely, I’ll even call in!” Ranpo insisted, “Imouto-chan comes first!”

“I told you not to call me that,” Akiko sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why not?” Replied the brunette, “You’re my little sister, I can address you as such.”

“Well, then I’ll start calling you oniisan,” she answered with a huff.

“I’d like that!” He replied with a smile, and Yosano only blushed and sighed as Ranpo ruffled her hair.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Well, my insufferability seems to take your mind off of sadness,” Ranpo answered, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he spoke, “So I’ll keep being insufferable!”

Yosano smiled.

It’s late at night, and Yosano can’t sleep.

She lays wide awake in her dark bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to blink, because everything she closes her eyes, she’s back on the battle ground.

She’s eleven years old and wearing that stupid nurse uniform and watching soliders roll in one after another, each injury worse than the last. Missing legs, missing arms, partial decapitation, anything and everything.

It’s horrifying.

She just keeps healing them and they just keep coming back.

Yosano sits up in bed, biting her lip and trying to regulate her breathing once again.

It’s not the first night she’s been sleepless, it’s happened many times, but it’s the first time she’s had the option to ask for help.

Ranpo’s bed is across the room, him sleeping soundly with the blankets all kicked off of him and his back facing Yosano.

He said that Yosano can wake him up at any time if she needs anything…

But she feels guilty. Yosano doesn’t want to disrupt his sleep because of her own problems.

As if on cue, Ranpo awakes. He sits up, stretching his arms above his head as he rubs his eyes, turning around to grab his glasses.

“Hey, why are you awake?” He asks after putting on his glasses, looking at Yosano.

“I, um…” Yosano stuttered, struggling to put her thoughts into words.

“Can’t sleep?”

She nods.

Ranpo makes grabby hands at her, “Come here.”

Yosano does as told, standing up from her bed and grabbing her pillow as she moves over to Ranpo’s bed, sitting beside him.

“Stand here, I’ll be back,” Ranpo continues, standing up from the bed and proceeding to leave the room.

Yosano places her pillow next to Ranpo’s against the wall as she stares down at her white pajamas, shifting awkwardly.

Ranpo returns to the room with a glass of water and a book under his arm. setting the glass of water on his bedside stand and switching on the lamp as he sat down beside Yosano, showing her the book in his hands.

It was a simple book, messily bound with leather, the words on the front nearly impossible to read outside of the author’s name.

“What’s this?” Yosano asked, raising a brow.

“A mystery novel,” Ranpo replied with a smile, “A short one, at least. It was given to me from an American pen pal of mine, I ended up binding it into a book because Fukuzawa used to read it to me to sleep.”

Yosano nodded along, curiously, “And you want to share it with me? Really?”

Ranpo nods happily, “Yes, why wouldn’t I? You’re my sister, you’re family now.”

Yosano snuggled up against Ranpo’s side as he opened the book and began to read, readjusting his glasses.

Ranpo is lounging on the stairs to the agency, a lollipop in mouth as Yosano sits beside him, the box of lollipops in her hands as she sucks on her own.

It’s a hot day outside, and Fukuzawa has kicked them out because he has a meeting.

Ranpo has shorts and a baggy tank top on, his hat on Yosano instead of himself.

Yosano, on the other hand, has a skort and short sleeve blouse on.

They’re fifteen now, having known each other for four years now. Ranpo still calls her imouto-chan, introducing Akiko as his sister to just about everyone. Yosano has since given up on fighting it, because in reality, there’s no fighting Ranpo Edogawa.

He’s going to insist they’re siblings until the day he dies.

Even then, he’ll probably put “Yosano Akiko is my sister” on his grave, he’s that stubborn.

“Akiko-chan,” Ranpo says, sitting up from his lounging spot, “We should do something.”

“Like what?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she props her head up on her hand.

“I don’t know, what do normal teenagers do?”

“Get ice cream or like walk to the convenience store? I don’t know, you’re the only other teenager I’ve really met.”

Ranpo smiles, “We’ve gotta get you more friends.”

“Do I really need anymore?” Yosano replied, tilting her head, “You’re the only person I really care about.”

“It’s okay to care about more than one person, Akiko-chan,” Ranpo insists, frowning, “I’m not gonna leave you if you do make other friends.”

“I know,” Akiko says with a smile, “But making friends is hard.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Ranpo answered, leaving back against the stairs, “You know, I’m not good at making friends, either.”

“Really? You seem so friendly.”

“People think I’m weird,” he continues, “I don’t really know why. Fukuzawa-san noticed, though, and decided to set me up with a penpal. It was nice.”

“What was your penpal’s name?” Yosano asked.

“Edgar Allan Poe,” Ranpo answered, “He’s from America, writes a lot of mystery novels and poems. He’s two years older than me, one of these days we’re gonna actually meet up.”

Yosano smiles, “That sounds nice.”

“He’s really nice, honestly,” Ranpo explained, “Always wanted to call him, but he told me that he has a speaking problem. We text now, though.”

“I’d like to meet him,” Akiko responds.

“Maybe I’ll take you to America with me.”

Akiko laughs a little bit, Ranpo shifting and laying his head on Yosano’s shoulder.

“There you are, oniisan,” Akiko says, walking over to Ranpo’s place at the coffee shop table and setting a file on the table for him, a chocolate bar on top of the file.

“Hey, you called me oniisan!” Ranpo exclaimed enthusiastically, beginning to shake his left hand happily as Yosano nodded.

“Mhmm, took me fourteen years, but I finally did,” she says.

“I’m proud of you!” Edogawa continues, “You’ve come so far, I’m so proud of you!”

Akiko can’t help but smile, taking Ranpo into a half hug and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s only thanks to your help, Edogawa.”

#bsd #bsd yosano #bsd akiko #yosano akiko #akiko yosano #ranpo #Edogawa Ranpo #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfiction #writing #writer #writers

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Shylight pt 2

•Hybrid! Taehyung x Reader

Warning: none for right now

A/N: So I think I might post once every month as of right now :( I’ve been getting busier than I expected these two past months and I’m sorry for the late update :(( I tried to write when I had the chance my plans was to have this posted two weeks ago and then post another part this week but it didn’t turn out that way I’m so sorry everyone. However I’ll try to work on the next parts when I have time once again I’m so sorry everyone! Also I’m not sure why but Tumblr won’t let me post this chapter in full so I guess this is the first part of chapter two of that makes sense? Dont worry I have the second part of chapter two (that’s quite a long title) done I just needed to cut the chapter in half in order for it to post hhhh I might post the second part of pt 2 tomorrow I’m really tired right now since it’s late where I am thank you for having patience!

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It had been exactly four days since the tiger hybrid had arrived. He had been put in the exotic hybrid section. After all the domestic hybrids would probably be terrified of a tiger hybrid joining them suddenly.

Despite trying your best to convince your boss to let you into that area for once in your 3 years of working there, he denied you.

No matter how relaxed your boss was or no matter what reason like “pls I’m getting my medical degree specializing in hybrids very soon and I’ve been working here for 3 years I’m begging you”, you were still met with a cold hard no. You couldn’t exactly blame your boss especially since it was absolutely mandatory that no one without authorized access is permitted into the exotic section for the well being of both the hybrids and employee.

When it came to dealing with the hybrids, your boss took the utmost of caution and did thorough background checks on every single employee who’s job is to handle the hybrids. You had always admired that fact but right now it didn’t help you at all.

You couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled within you whenever the door to the exotics section would open.

There were also rumors, lots of them.

Lately, they’ve mostly been centered around the tiger hybrid.

Most times you wouldn’t care for the gossip but you kept an ear out for anything on the tiger hybrid.

So far it wasn’t looking too good.

You’ve heard that tiger stayed in his corner at all times. Which really wasn’t good considering that the employees had to try harder to feed him. They tried to ask what the tiger would like but the tiger would stay silent. They just figured they should leave food at his room .

But apparently every time they left food of him, only a little was eaten.

The staff was starting to get stressed out. Hell even you were anxious for the tiger’s well-being.

Abruptly one of the employees,named Alana comes to your desk nearly on the verge of tears.

“I can’t work in there anymore.”

She slams down her card to the exotics room.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Alana had been one of the workers there that had been there for so long. She was incredibly patient and determined to make every hybrid feel better. Sure she was a perfectionist but she was one of the best at the shelter so it’s helpful atleast. Usually a hybrid would only take two days to open up to her.

After a minute you were the first one to speak.

“Wait what? Why?”

Her glassy eyes looked down to the floor for a second. Alana sucked in a breath.

Her voice came out shaky, “I just c-can’t do it anymore. That new hybrid is tearing me apart. I stay for hours every single damn day talking to him trying to get him to open up. But he says absolutely nothing.”

She bursted into tears.

“I can’t take it anymore, Y/N. I feel my pride breaking little by little just by being in there. I don’t wanna work with the exotics anymore.”

You felt extremely bad for the poor girl. She wasn’t used to an extreme hybrid case.

You stood and walked over to the other side of your desk to give her a hug. You stroked her hair and give her words of comfort like “it’ll be ok” or “you tried your best so it’s okay.”

It stayed this way until Alana finally calmed down.

She gave a watery smile and told you she was gonna come back in a few days.

And so she left.

And you didn’t know what to do again.

You stared at the exotics access card on your desk for a few moments until you got an idea.

You knew as a responsible secretary you should have deactivated the card until Alana came back. But..curiosity was itching within you.

You wanted to see for yourself how the toger hybrid was doing.

So you slipped the card into your pocket as you decided that you were gonna go into the exotics room for a little bit tonight.

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You felt the guilt rising already. You know you shouldn’t be in there.

It was just you at the shelter now. You had stayed later than everyone else even the boss.

Your boss was surprised that you stayed overtime. You passed it off by saying that you needed to finish up something. Your boss just nodded his head and cheekily said that you wouldn’t be paid for it.

You don’t mind though. You feel as if you were to have been paid then you would feel way more guilt than you do now.

You walk up to the door of the exotics room. With shaky fingers you scan the card into the slot.

It did a little ‘beep’ and opened.

You took a deep breath and went inside.

You thank your lucky stars that all lights were turned off meaning that almost all of the hybrids had been sleepy or fully asleep.

You took off your shoes to lessen the noise of your footsteps so you wouldn’t awake any hybrids by accident.

After walking around for a few minutes you realized that you had no clue as to where the tiger hybrid’s room was.

You feel like you’re getting nowhere as you sense that you passed a door a couple of times already.

Curse the identical doors

You huffed and continue on trying to find the tiger hybrid’s room.

What you didn’t expect was for the hybrid to find you first.

He stood right in front of his door. He was watching you curiously. His tail swayed from the left to the right.

He sniffed the air around him.

He looks different from last time. Well first of all there is no blood on him now.

And second, he looks anxious.

You awkwardly wave at him. You let out a nervous “hi”.

He looked down to his feet.

He meekly said “h-hi.”

He is so cute, you thought to yourself. You would have given him a hug but he looked like he was ready to bolt right into his room at any moment.

As you were lost in your thought, the tiger spoke again “I uh-..what’s your n-name?”

You were surprised you had to admit. You didn’t expect to speak again you were only expecting a ‘hi’ based from the rumors that you had heard.

Ah well you suppose you shouldn’t trust rumors.

“My name is Y/N. What’s your name?” You smiled at him.

He froze in his place and he sputtered. “M-my name is Kim Taehyung.”

Kim Taehyung huh?

Now you finally have name to match with the face.

“That’s a nice name you have there, Taehyung.”

His face lit up as a boxy smile made its way across his face. “Thank you!”

You felt as if you were blessed with the beauty of his smile. He looked so cute and squishy you didn’t know whether or not you deserved to see his smile.

You wish you could reach out to poke his cheek but you don’t because you don’t want Taehyung to think you’re weird five minutes into introducing one another.

You beamed right back at him. “No problem.”

“So..how do you like it here at the shelter?”

The tiger’s smile slowly dropped. As he fiddled with his hand he replied “Well it’s good I guess and everyone here is so nice to me. But I...” He seemed a little hesitant to go on and for a second you thought he was gonna leave at that.

But he doesn’t.

“I-i guess I’m not used to being in shelter.”

Your eyebrows furrow together as you form a question “What do you mean by that? Surely you’ve been to a shelter at least once.”

Taehyung looked a bit embarrassed as he looked down and blushed.

In a quiet voice he says, “nuh-uh”

You opened your mouth only to lose it again. You were confused.

“Have you been homeless all of your life then?? How didn’t you get caught?”

You really tried to stop the questions from coming out of your mouth, you really did. But you were just too curious for your own good so the questions start hurling out at the poor guy.

He seemed to get a little nervous by the questions as he fumbled with his clothes.

You quickly realizing your mistake added “I’m sorry you don’t have to answer.”

His shoulders seemed to relax.

“Uh thank you I don’t wanna talk about it”

You flash him a smile. “Nah I understand. It was my fault for making you uncomfortable. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re very nice and p-pretty” Taehyung whispers to mainly to himself. But you caught onto it.

“Heh well I would hope so.”

He seemed a bit spooked as you replied to him. His cheeks flushed pink. “Sorry!”

You decided right there that you wanted to wrap him in a blanket and give him hugs and kisses because he was too cute you couldn’t handle it.

You lost yourself in thought until you heard a door open from the outside.

You and Taehyung both looked at each other in panick.

Taehyung acted fast and grabbed your wrist pulling you into his little room.

You have never been in the hybrids’ rooms before so you took the chance to look around. The room was small and it didn’t really have much color. It was white everywhere, from the walls to the floor. The only pieces of furniture there was the bed, the small closet and the rug.

Taehyung pulled you both once again to hide behind the closet. You were side by side and there was no space between you two. You felt your heart start to speed up the slightest bit as you waited with bated breathe.

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roserozu22 · 5 years

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Chapter 8: Yurio's debut! Second Event: Skate Canada Part 1

Author's note: I'm sorry for the long wait. I've been busy writing other works and I'm trying to develop a schedule, including the extremely annoying writer's block. Please note, I live in the U.K. and since article 13 and 11 had the YES vote from the EU parliament, I'm not sure if I can post the next chapter(s) of all my current works. If I can't thank you all for supporting me and I hope that one day, we'll meet again. A massive thanks to my beta I Will Achieve Vikturi! Also, I've got a new Tumblr account you can find me here: roserozu 22. (just remove the spaces.)

Disclaimer: See the prologue.

Warning: Yurio's swearing towards JJ. Implied smut (I cannot write smut to save my life and I've tried in the past but failed to do so)

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A few days after Yuri's pregnancy was revealed it was time for Yurio to pack his suitcase and get ready for his first skating event in Canada.

"Are you okay?" Yuri asked Yurio, while helping the young teenager to pack his suitcase.

"I'm really excited," Yurio replied. "Are you coming too?"

"Of course. I need to show support to my Chīsana tora."

Yurio smiled happily and his eyes swiftly went to Yuri's stomach, where his little sister or brother is growing. "Can you feel the baby kick yet?"

"It's still little, but in a few months' time I may be able to feel it kicking, and when I do you can feel it too."

Unknown to the two, Yuri's Victor was outside eavesdropping on them.

'Yurio, you will be a great big brother!' Victor thought happily. Victor then decided it was time to enter the room.

"My two favourite Yuris are in the same room. My heart can't take it!"A very dramatic Victor exclaimed.

"Old man." Yurio growled at Victor.

"Easy Yurio," Yuri warned the Russian Tiger. "Victor, was there a reason why you came here?"

"Not really," Victor replied, "I just wanted to say hello."

Both Yuris rolled their eyes at Victor's antics and the small family then continued packing.

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Later that evening, a family of three was eating a bowl of Solyanka with slices of Darnitsky bread. The family were eating dinner in a comfortable silence until Victor opened his mouth."Do you have an outfit?"

"No," Yurio replied. "I couldn't find an outfit that suited me."

"I may have kept some of my old skating competition costumes from my junior days; there might be something that you like, Yurio."

After Yuri, Victor, and Yurio finished eating, all three then descended into Victor and Yuri's room. Victor swiftly went into their wardrobe and took out a box that said 'Victor's Junior Figure Skating days.'

Victor rapidly opened the box and placed many different costumes on the bed for Yurio to choose from.

"I forgot how many competitions you had entered, Victor." Yuri said, as he helped Yurio to try on the clothes.

After many failed likes from Yurio, there was one that caught his eye, however. "This is the one that I like."

Victor nodded. "Go on, try it on."

Yurio rapidly put on the costume and he couldn't help but admire how it looked on him. The top of the costume is all white, but with a black cross and a black circle around the waist. On the shoulder blades some fake feathers happen to look like wings, sprouting. The trousers of the costume are also white, but with a black swirl coming from the top of the costume.

"It looks lovely on you." Yuri praised. "It does suit your short skate, but have you thought of a costume for your free skate?"

"Thank you, and I haven't but Lilia is sorting out the free skate costume for me." Yurio smiled. "Hey old man, what are you going to wear?"

"I have the perfect costume in mind." Victor said as he went through another box but this time says 'Victor and Yuri's wedding.' Victor then took out a photo of his and Yuri's wedding and pointed to his tux, which was a black three Piece Suit with a white shirt and a handkerchief in one of the pockets and black formal trousers. "The costume is based on our wedding day." Victor explained.

"I thought the song meant sexual passion and desire?" Yurio asked in confusion.

"It does, but it was after the wedding the song came to play." Victor explained while ignoring Yuri's blushing face at the implication of the honeymoon.

"What about the free skate?" Yurio asked.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you practice your routine yet."

"It'll be a surprise, my sweet, beautiful Yuri."

"Well, I can't wait to see it!"

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Three weeks later, it was time for Victor, Yuri, Yurio, and Yakov to fly over to Canada for the Grand Prix Final first qualifying round.

"Yurio, did you bring anything with you to play with?" Yuri asked. "Especially it's an eight hour and forty-five minute flight."

"Yep!" Yurio replied. "I got my Nintendo Switch and my phone so I can watch my downloaded movies and T.V. shows and listen to my music. What did you bring with you?"

"I'll be asleep on the plane, due to my anxiety medication…" Yuri was about to finish his reply but was interrupted by Victor.

"... And you are still suffering from morning sickness."

"Victor!" Yuri hissed.

"WHAT?!" Yakov shouted loudly. "VICTOR, YOU SHOULDN'T LET THE KRASIVAYA LILIYA ROSSII TO COME WITH US!"

"Yakov, please calm down." Yuri pleaded. "I wanted to come with you all. Please don't be mad."

Yuri seeing that Yakov hasn't calmed down, Yuri gently touched Yakov's arm and gave him a small smile that said 'It's okay, you and the others will look after me.' Yakov sees the trust in Yuri's eyes, and he calms down instantly.

"The flight to Kelowna International Airport is ready to board. All baggage that is unattended will be destroyed."

"This is us. Let us go." Yakov commanded.

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Two hours into the flight, Yuri and Yakov both fell asleep while Yuri was unconsciously cradling his stomach where his baby is developing at the same time Victor was watching something on his phone and Yurio was playing on his Nintendo Switch. Until a very pretty flight attendants started to come round with food and drinks.

"Yuri." Victor whispered, as he gently tried to wake him up.

"W...What is it?" Yuri mumbled sleepily.

Victor smiled at Yuri's sleepy cuteness. "Yuri, the flight's attendant is coming around with snacks and drinks."

Hearing that explanation Yuri tried but failed to wake up properly to order his food and drink so Victor took the lead.

"May I have a plain ham sandwich with a packet of crisps. My husband, who has yet to fully wake up, will have the same but without the crisps." Victor ordered knowing that Yuri would only nibble on his food when half-asleep.

"Of course sir, what would you like to drink?" the female flight attendant asked.

"I will have a bottle of Pepsi Max, and for my husband, he will have Honey and Lemon Green Tea if you have that flavour. If not, then he'll have fruit tea."

The flight attendant then gave Victor their orders and swiftly left to take other people's orders.

A few minutes later, though it felt like hours, Yuri finished his snack and drink and promptly went back to sleep.

"Oh, moya lyubov." Victor said softly as gently stroked Yuri's hair, not noticing that Yurio is watching them protectively.

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After a long flight Victor, Yuri, Yurio, and Yakov arrived at Kelowna International Airport. However, Victor is seen holding Yuri up by his waist as Yuri is still feeling tired.

"Let's get our bags and get the bus to the Grand Okanagan Resort."Yakov commanded, albeit with gentleness in his eyes.

Yurio and Victor nodded in understanding.

"How long is the drive to the hotel?" Yuri asked, while yawning.

"Roughly, fifteen to seventeen minutes." Victor replied. "Yuri, you can rest once we get to the hotel."

Thirty minutes after going through security and getting their bags it was time for them to go to the hotel via a taxi that was arranged by the ISU (The International Skating Union).

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Fifteen to seventeen minutes later they arrived at their destination. The outside of the hotel has a majestic feel to it. As before you enter the hotel, you can see a wooden pathway that takes you all the way through the hotel grounds. On the grounds themselves you have an outdoor pool, and you can see the Okanagan Lake and you can walk to the pier.

"Wow!" Yurio said like he was in a daze as they were walking towards the reception area. If the outside looks majestic, so does the reception area. As behind the reception desk, there's a wall made out of wood, and as for the reception desks they looked like they are made out of marble stone.

"Welcome to Marriott Grand Okanagan Resort." The male receptionist greeted them after entering the reception. "May I see your passports?"

The skaters, the coach and Ballerino showed their passports to the male receptionist. "Okay, Mr. and Mr. Nikiforov, you two will be staying in a deluxe suite with a lovely lake view." The receptionist explained while giving Yuri the suite key. "As for you Mr. Plisetsky and Mr. Yakov, you two will be staying in a two queen guest bedroom with a lake view" The male receptionist said as he gave Yakov the key to the room. "I will get the porter to show you the rooms." As quickly as the male receptionist left to get the porter, the receptionist swiftly came back.

Porter then took the suitcases and entered the lift, while waiting patiently for the others to get in. "Okay, the first stop is Mr. Plisetsky and Mr. Yakov's room on the 2nd floor." the porter explained as he pressed a button on the right side of the lift.

A few short seconds later a voice was called to be heard from the lift speakers. "2nd floor. 2ème étage." The porter then lifted Yurio and Yakov's bags and left the lift, which then caused Yuri, Victor, Yakov and Yurio to leave the lift as well. The porter went down the hallway and stopped by the door that says '208'. Yakov then used the keycard to enter the room. The room itself is approximately 300sqft/27sqm. While the layout of the room is the two queens are next to each other but with a small gap between them as there is a bedside table with an alarm clock and a telephone, while one of the beds is next to a balcony that shows the beautiful view of the lake. 32in T.V. with an LCD screen on the wall in front of the beds 32in T.V. with an LCD screen.

Below the T.V., there is a desk table with a chair, and on top of that desk is an iPod dock and radio and all around the room there are plugs that allow you to charge phones, portable gaming systems and so on.

"The room has been built in air-conditioning, if you so wish the windows may be opened but not for smoking." the porter explained. "The room also offers 24-hour room service, complimentary bottled water, if you so wish, you can make your own tea and coffee with our coffee maker / tea service and there is a mini-refrigerator."

"Does the room have free wifi?" Yurio asked.

"Yes." the porter replied. "As for the T.V., the functions allow you to watch local cable/satellite and international cable/satellite also including CNN."

The porter quickly saw that Yurio had made himself at home by plugging his phone and Nintendo Switch. "I shall leave you two be." the porter said suddenly. The porter then looked at Yuri and Victor and motioned them to leave the room.

"Yurio, we'll see you later for dinner." Yuri said, as he and Victor were leaving. Yurio just nodded as he was busy charging his electronics.

After a few minutes on the lift, Yuri and Victor then arrived at the Deluxe floor. The porter then took them to a door that says 'D502'. Yuri then placed the keycard in the slot in front of the door, and entered the room. As they entered the room, Yuri's jaw dropped to the floor as he was surprised by how big the room is. However, Victor wasn't affected by the size of the room. The size of the room is approximately 310sqft/28sqm-400sqft/36sq. On one side of the room, there is a king-size bed that is separated from the rest of the room by a small wall. Opposite this wall is a living area that consisted of a sofa (that turns into a bed). On the wall opposite there is a 42in T.V with an LCD screen that has the same features as the TV in Yurio's and Yakov's room as well as the service and view of the lake from the balcony.

"The difference in this Deluxe room than the other rooms is, in the bathroom there are three whirlpool baths. There is one that can fit two people while there is a whirlpool master bath. I shall leave you two be." The porter then left the room.

"Victor!" Yuri shouted. "When you go extra, YOU go extra!"

"My beautiful Yuri, I want you to be comfortable after such a long journey. And besides, we have privacy."

"...But we have privacy in the other rooms." Yuri argued weakly.

Victor just smiled at Yuri and gently put his arms around him and gave him a kiss on top of his head, which then caused Yuri to turn around and face Victor.

"Moya Lyubov', Ya tebya ochen' lyublyu." Victor said in Russian.

This caused Yuri to smile gently and Victor then slowly escorted them to the bathroom to try out the master whirlpool bath.

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Later that evening around 7pm, everyone was wearing their casual but best clothing and was seen walking to the closest restaurant and bar called 'OAK + CRU' that Victor found on his Iphone 7.

As all four entered the establishment, one of the waiters greeted them at the door.

"I made a reservation under the name Nikiforov."

The waiter promptly looked at the computer and looked for the name Nikiforov. The waiter then proceeded to confirm a few things with Victor.

"Did you reserve a private patio table?"

"Yes." Victor replied. "Is there a problem?"

"No." The waiter replied.

After those words were spoken the waiter escorted the four to a family table. As Yuri and the others were sitting down the same waiter started to explain about the private patio, "Now normally we don't serve underage people on private patios, and you can only order from," The waiter then gave Yurio and the others a menu. "From this menu."

"Can we have the usual menu?" Yuri asked politely.

The waiter briefly gave Yuri a look of confusion but swiftly replaced the confusion from his face with a look of being a professional waiter and then the waiter left.

"Why did you ask for the usual menu?" Yakov asked.

"Yuri." Victor said. "You're not feeling well are you?"

"I'm fine." Yuri reassured Victor and the others. "It was that the menu had too much food for four people and…"

"You're still trying to eat normally but having large amounts of food in one sitting could make you relapse." Yakov finished off.

Yuri was about to say something else, but the waiter arrived with the usual dinner and drinks menu. he then left for others to decide what they want to eat and drink.

"What are you having to drink Yuri?" Victor asked.

"I may just have a glass of lime water… I don't fancy any drinks from the drink menu." Yuri replied although shakily.

"Do you want us both to share the food?" Victor asked as he noticed how shaky Yuri was.

Yuri just nodded in reply. This caused Victor to smile sadly, but you can see the love shining in his eyes.

"Okay, we'll share." Victor smiled to Yuri and then looked at Yurio and Yakov and asked them, "What about you two?"

"I'm going to have coca-cola with ice." Yurio replied.

"While I'm having Noble Ridge, Meritage from the tap." Yakov replied.

The waiter then arrived at their table with a notepad and pen ready.

"My husband and I would like to have a jug of lime water, and as for food can we share a Margherita Pizza with a side portion of chips?"

The waiter wrote down Victor's and Yuri's order on his notepad and quickly looked to Yakov and Yurio.

"I would like a glass of coca-cola with ice and I'd like to try the O+C Burger, and I won't have the pudding" Yurio told the waiter.

The waiter also wrote down Yurio's food and drink choice. As for Yakov he ordered the Noble Ridge, Meritage from the tap and for food he ordered Seasonal Soup as a starter and main course Steelhead Salmon and no pudding.

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A few hours later, all four went back to their rooms, with their stomachs full of food and Victor's wallet feeling lighter as all of them went to bed, ready for Yurio's Skate Canada Event, which was happening in two days.

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Russian Translation:

KRASIVAYA LILIYA ROSSI-BEAUTIFUL LILY OF RUSSIA

Moya Lyubov' - My Love

Ya tebya ochen' lyubov - I love you

French Translation:

2ème étage: 2nd floor

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Darnitsky - recipe, method and link: www . yuliyas blog /blog /2012 /11 /08 / borodinsky -bread- dark -russian -rye-breadmaker -recipe / (just remove the spaces)

Ingredients

1 1/4 cup warm water

1 3/4 cup rye flour

1 3/4 cup whole wheat flour

2 tbsp malt (or beer kit mixture)

1 tbsp molasses

2 tbsp white vinegar

1 tsp salt

1/2 tbsp coriander seeds

1/2 tbsp caraway seeds

2 tsp active dry yeast

Steps

1. Place all ingredients into the breadmaker pan in the order specified by the manufacturer.

2. Choose a "basic bread" cycle or something similar. When the program finishes, shake the bread out of the pan and let cool on a wire rack.

#yuri on ice #victuuri #fanfiction.net #a03 fanfic #FT Russian Recipie #Author has autism #intersex Yuri Katsuki #alternate universe #happy reading

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daydream-hobii · 6 years

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Roses & Thorns | Chapter 1

Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?

Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Suicide & Mental Illness! Read with Caution <3 | Suggestions of Smut? (I’m not good at writing smut, so it’s just implied… ^_^)

Word Count: 1,754

Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 [FINAL] //

Author’s Note: Hi there!!! Welcome to my new AU! ^_^ I know it starts off with Hoseok again, but I started writing this a long time ago, and couldn’t be bothered to change them around. Give it time!! I promise the other boys become just as important!! <3 Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read it <3 Tell me what you think so far!! I love hearing from you! ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it!

I sat in the back, a mask hiding my eyes and half of my face. I wore a long, elegant black dress with matching black gloves up to my elbows. Every time I watched a hybrid walk off, and their owner stand up to claim them, my heart always sank to my stomach. I wanted to save them all, but only had my eyes on one. I listened carefully, as the announcer began to speak.

“Now, we have our last hybrid. A very rare kind, as they aren’t made anymore and are on the brink of extinction, we have a rare red fox hybrid!” He said, excited.

The crowd gasped and awed as the hybrid was walked onto the stage, only in boxers. He stared at the ground, his soul broken and eyes dead. He had a metal collar around his neck, with a chain attached as the handler tugged, making him turn around. Some of the ladies hummed in approval, making me feel sick. When I saw his back, I held back a gasp. There were some whip marks across it, some old some new. It was hard not to cry.

“We start the bid at 10,000,” He said, smirking.

I listened carefully, assessing my situation. The numbers kept getting higher and higher, and I stared at the hybrid carefully. You could tell he was trying not to wince as he stared at the ground, ears twitching as he listened. My attention was back when the announcer started to end the bidding.

“20,000 going once!” He shouted. I stood up quickly, raising my sign.

“50,000!” Someone shouted, making me wince. I couldn’t go that high… I’ve been following this hybrid for a week, and I wasn’t about to let him get out of my hands.

“SOLD!” The announcer shouted, chuckling. “Have fun with your prize, little lady.” I watched the woman stand up, licking her lips as she walked forward. I quietly stood, going outside.

I looked around franticly looking for a way to get to the back of the building. I found an alleyway, which I ran down and jumped a fence, ripping my dress. I cursed as I saw the door fling open, catching me off guard. I kept my composure as the lady brought out the fox hybrid, smirking and whispering to him. When she looked at me, she jumped.

“Who are you?” She asked, looking a tad bit scared.

“Listen, I’d like to buy that Hybrid off of you,” I said, giving a small, fake smile. She scoffed pulling the fox closer, making him wince.

“No way. I paid a lot of money, and he’s one of the rarest. Screw off,” She said, trying to walk past me, but I stopped her.

“I can pay you back. Please, it’s for my grandfather… He’s an elderly man who has cancer,” I begged, bringing tears to my eyes. “You can’t be that heartless.”

“Alright… Go on…” She mumbled, making me sniff.

“He’s had cancer for about five months… The doctor says he doesn’t have much time. The one thing he said that he always wanted was a fox hybrid. They weren’t rare back then, but his family could never afford them. P lease, I’m just trying to give him his last wish…” I begged, making the girl frown.

“Fine…” She said, dropping the chain in my hand. “Don’t pay me back. It’s my dad’s money, he won’t mind if I just go buy another.” My stomach dropped.

She went back inside, making me wince as I looked at the shaking Hybrid. I convinced him to walk with me. We had to walk all the way around the building before getting to my car.

“She was a bitch…” I mumbled, but Hoseok heard me. He winced at the statement, looking at me, but not saying a word.

Once we were in, I quickly drove away. It was silent for a long time, but I wanted to wait until we were home to talk to him, try to get him to trust me. After about an hour’s drive, we made it to the outskirts of my town. I lived in the country with a lot of land and a fairly large house as I was not the only one living there. It was well past midnight, but I noticed the living room light on.

I turned off the ignition, sighing and looking at Hoseok. He stared at his hands on his lap, holding back tears as he winced. He was still only in boxers, and it was freezing outside. I took off my jacket, wrapping it around his shoulders. He winced, not meeting my eyes as his lip quivered.

“Hoseok, let me take off that collar…” I whispered, staring with gentle eyes. “I won’t force you… but I know that thing must be uncomfortable.”

His ears twitched, and he seemed to nod a bit. I slowly reached toward him, taking it off. Giant red marks went across his neck, making me wince for him. I sighed softly, throwing the collar and chain into the backseat.

“I’m sorry, Hoseok. Listen, I’ll just say that my name is Y/N, and I’m a rehabilitator here. Just know you’re safe now… I’ll explain more in the morning, you deserve to rest…” I whispered, smiling softly.

His eyes moved to look at me, and I could see tears building up. His jaw clenched, and he looked away, not saying anything. I sighed, getting out, expecting him to follow. I heard his car door shut softly, and soft footsteps following me. I went to the front door, quietly opening the door. Hoseok followed, and I saw the wonder in his eyes.

“Y/N, welcome home,” A quiet voice sounded as I went into the living room. Yoongi was sat there, his pitch-black ears twitching at me. I walked over, kissing his lips in hello, causing the fox to tilt his head curiously.

“Hi, Yoongi,” I said, dropping my keys. “The others asleep?” He nodded, eyes on the new hybrid.

“What’s his name?” He said, staring at him.

“Hoseok. He’s a fox hybrid,” I replied, running my head through my hair as I gave him a gentle smile.

“Fox? That’s the rarest hybrid of all,” Yoongi said, keeping his voice low. Hoseok’s tail twitched anxiously, and we didn’t want to surprise him. “You’ve been following him for seven days?”

“He was hard to find. Seems like the slavers had a hard time letting him go,” I said, looking down. “There were so many, I wanted to help them all…” I whispered, causing Yoongi to stand up and put an arm around my waist, kissing my head for a while, causing the fox to stare in curiosity.

“I know, you have a kind heart,” He replied, smiling at me softly, his fangs sharp. “Do you want help?” I shook my head, kissing his lips one last time before walking to Hoseok.

“Let’s get to bed, you look exhausted. I’ll show you your room,” I replied.

We walked up the stairs as the fox looked around. When we entered the hall, there were five doors leading to four bedrooms and a bathroom. At the end of the hall was another staircase, one that led up to one more room and a bathroom, my room. I walked down the way, quietly opening the door to each. I found Namjoon and Seokjin cuddled up in bed, nodding and smiling. The fox peeked his head in, tilting it curiously, ears flopping to the side. The next room had Jimin in it, curled up over the covers, butt in the air, causing me to stifle a giggle. Again, the fox squinted, staring at the boy. I listened to Yoongi come up to stairs, nodding to the newcomer before kissing my lips and going into his room. The last room was meant for Hoseok, but when I opened the door, I saw a naked Taehyung and Jungkook cuddling on the bed, making the fox bug eyed. He sniffed the air slightly, making me wonder what he smelled. I shut the door softly, running my hand through my hair in annoyance.

“That was your room but looks like it’s occupied. And I have to wash the sheets…” I saw the ghost of a smile, his lips tugged upward at the corners. I could feel his guard going down, and he seemed more relaxed. “Follow me upstairs,” I said, climbing the steps.

We arrived in my room, which had a king size bed. There was a huge bay window on one side, with a balcony on the other. There were chairs facing a wall of bookshelves, and a television in front of the bed. There was another door that led into the grand bathroom. I sighed, walking over and fluffing the pillow, staring at it longingly.

“I hope this will do. The boys aren’t allowed in here while I’m gone, so the sheets are clean. The bathroom is through that door,” I said, pointing. “Oh, silly me, would you like some pajamas?” I asked, kindly. He nodded, making me softly walk out of the room and back down the stairs.

When I came back, I had some pajamas and an extra pair of clothing for the morning. I went up to him, handing him the pajamas and walking to set his set of clothes on the chair. When I turned around, he was already changed and in front of me, making me jump. He went wide eyed, taking a step back and looking sheepish as he slowly handed me my jacket.

“You’re very fast, huh. It’s alright, you just gave me a fright. Thank you,” I said, smiling and taking my jacket, draping it over the chair. “I’m so glad they fit. We’ll go shopping for clothes tomorrow, so you can get some of your own. For now, go to sleep. Try to relax, you’re in a safe place.”

We stood there, staring at each other for a few minutes, before I nodded and began to walk to the door to leave. I felt a hand go on my arm, making me stop and turn to look at Hoseok curiously. He bit his lip, quickly letting go and wincing at his own action.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned. He thought a moment, as if to find his words.

“Nothing,” He whispered, voice hoarse. I stared at him for a couple minutes before nodding, walking to the door and holding it, looking back.

“Goodnight, Hoseok,” I said, quietly shutting the door.

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endless-vall · 6 years

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Happy (?) New Year - Estela x Mc fanfic

Summary: The gang had planned out New Year’s Eve perfectly, but an old wound of Mc’s threatens to ruin the night. Author’s note: Anon requested a fic where Mc falls ill due to a wound, but hides it from the gang, set in book 2. I decided to write that in the “New Year” chapter. This marks my last request (from the last batch) & also kindof my last WIP! Woohoo! I’m excited! I also touched on a issue here, when Aleister accused Mc of hiding important things from the gang, like she did in the past. This is an aspect we see in Mc in the books, so I think it’s realistic enough. Mc also cares about the gang deeply, and just wants them to be happy (along with other things like... safe.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! Sorry for the long delay!

Mc clenched to her side, entering her bedroom. Good, She thought. No one saw her struggling. The wound was getting worse lately, and she wondered if it was time to come clean. A while ago, in an encounter with the saber-tooth tiger, she got a strike of his claws, resulting in an ugly cut in her stomach. Michelle had treated to her wound, and they managed to befriend the watchers (and as a result of that, the saber-tooth tiger himself), and Mc didn’t want to cause any drama. At first, it almost healed properly, but lately… She was getting these strokes of dizziness and nausea hitting her out of nowhere, followed by a pulsing pain in the cut. She wanted to tell Michelle and ask her to take a lot at it, but everything was happening so fast. She didn’t even get a chance to tell Estela…

And suddenly, a group called The Arachnids were after them and they had to flee. Maybe it was the snow… The cold could’ve made her more susceptible to infections, and she could’ve caught something. They were just on their way to find a shelter. We’ll just reach there, and I’ll tell her. Mc promises herself. The problem is… They arrive, and decide to celebrate the New Year, along with everyone’s birthdays. She could wait another day… It won’t hurt her… Right? Just so she won’t buzzkill everyone. So she puts on a brave face, and decides to wait for until after tomorrow. She can do it. Everyone spend the next day preparing. They dressed up nicely, put on decorations all around the house, and cooked an entire set of meals, for everyone. Everyone talks to each other, Immersed in complete bliss, forgetting all of their problems, just for one night. Mc, though, is a lot worse. She tries to hide it, but the pain is barely tolerable, and her head is certainly somewhere else… But everyone’s having such a nice time… “Is everything okay?” It’s Estela’s voice, that bring her back to reality. Mc ‘wakes up’, shaking her head, and blinks at her beautiful girlfriend. “I’m sorry, what?” She finally questions, back. Estela’s reaction grows even more concerned, and she furrows her brows, as she repeats her question. “Are you okay?” She asks, this time her voice is soft, her tone worried. “I- I’m? Yes, of course… I’m great!” Mc exhales. “Have you seen this party? It’s going to be amazing!” She fakes her excitement. It’s not that she’s not excited, it’s just that it’s hard to focus on celebrating when she feels like throwing up and never leaving her bed again. Estela nods, slowly, but it still looks like she’s not buying it. “Yeah, sure… But are you sure? You seem… I don’t know. Different.” Estela voices her concerns. “It’s just the weight of everything that happened lately.” Mc makes excuses. That seems enough to convince Estela, and she cracks a weak smile. “Hey,” She puts a hand on Mc’s shoulder. It’s supposed to be reassuring Mc, but actually, it just makes her realize how heavy Estela’s hand feels on her shoulder, and she spends a few moments praying she won’t collapse right there, right then. “I know everything seems crazy. Hell, it’s been that way since the moment we arrived… But this is exactly why we’re having this party. To forget about all of this and have a normal evening for a chance. Try to focus on that and have a nice time tonight.” Estela tells her, finally taking her hand off her shoulder. “Right.” Mc looks relieved – but for the wrong reason. Still, she smiles at Estela, the latter smiling back at her. “I’ll try.” She promises, and Estela heads to help with the last preparation of the party. Just when Mc thinks she’s off the hook, Aleister approaches her. She’s really not in the mood, but she forces a smile, anyway. “Hey, Aleister. How’s it going?” She makes small talk. Aleister looks her face over, squinting his eyes at her. “Spill it.” He hisses. She blinks at him. He couldn’t have noticed… Could he? “I don’t know what you’re talking about—“ She plays innocent. “Mc. Save the act for someone who’ll actually believe it. I’ve been watching you for the past few days and I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that there’s something. And even your precious girlfriend doesn’t seem to know it, so I’ll repeat it just once… SPILL IT.” He tells her again. Aleister’s intentions are pure, this time, but Mc’s not planning to ruin the night. And she’s certainly not planning on telling him about her injury before she tells Michelle or Estela. “Listen.” She raises her voice. “I don’t know why do you think you’re seeing here, but I’m sorry to tell you you’re eyes been fooling you. I also don’t know why do you think watching me is a good idea, it’s creepy.” She tells him. Their bickering seems to catch some attention, around them, but she doesn’t notice. Her friends are yet to gather around them, but some are raising their eyes and looking their way. Especially Zahra, who’s most attentive to them. “Mc, I’m not playing your games. Something is up and you’re going to tell me what it is. We deserve to know. You have a habit of keeping thing to yourself, thing everyone around me, should know.” His voice is stern, and he makes some good points. It’s easy to agree with him, meaning her friends are probably going to take his side. “Aleister, It’s not what you think it is…” She pleads, people are starting to form around them. “THEN TELL ME.” He simply replies. “Hey! Leave her alone.” Estela steps in, clearly upset with Aleister. This was supposed to be a night that’s all about happiness, and yet, Mc already feels like she succeeded in running it. “Guys, let’s clam down…” Quinn and Diego steps in too, making Estela back away too, still wary for Mc. “She’s hiding something!” Aleister tells them. Grace approaches them too. “Mc… Is it true?” She asks, voice worried, and eyebrows furrowed into a concerned expression. “I…-“ She starts saying, finally admitting defeat, when the pain in her stomach reaches a new peak, and she clenches to her side. “Aggh-“ She falls to the floor, blood running down her dress. “Mc!” She hears Estela’s voice, her eyes fluttering shut. “Someone get Michelle!” She hears again, before everything grows dark. She isn’t sure how much time had passed, when she wakes up. She just sees Estela sitting beside her, half asleep on a chair. However, when she notices her moving, Estela immediately blinks awake, and reaches for her hand. “How are you feeling? What were you thinking? Mc?” Her voice is both accusing and worrying. Mc can’t blame her, though. “I just wanted everyone have one drama-free night.” She admits, her voice low. The truth is she’s feeling much better. She doesn’t know what Michelle did but that girl is a magician. Rising to a sitting position, Estela rushes to her side. “Mc?” She asks. “I’m fine, really.” Mc assures her, taking her hand in hers. “I’m so sorry for making you worry.” She can’t help but letting her face fall. “Hey, none of that.” Estela takes her face in both of her arms and pulls it up, towards her. “I’m not mad at you… I’m just… I was so worried.” She tells her. “I lashed out at Aleister, accusing him of doing something to hurt you… But then Michelle took care of you and she told us everything… how your wound got bad again.” Estela briefly tells her. “I should apologize to him.” Estela concludes. “Me too.” Mc admits. Aleister didn’t mean to harm her. And honestly, she probably would’ve passed out anyway. Both share a quick chuckle. “Yeah…” Mc notices Estela’s still in her dress. “Is the party still going out there?” Mc asks, looking towards the door. “Yeah…” Estela shrugs. “You were out only for a couple of hours. Michelle found some antibiotics and immediately started treating you, but after that… They resumed it. They didn’t wanna party when you’re so bad, but… I told them you’d kill us if we didn’t.” Estela chuckles. “Good.” Mc tells her, making her smile. “We should join them.” Mc tells her, trying to get out of her bed. “Oh no way miss! You’re staying right here and getting some rest.” Estela scolded. Mc chuckled. “I promise to behave!! I’m better. See?” Mc put on her best puppy face, with a wishful smile. Estela folded her arms on top of her chest, but after a few seconds, her gaze softens. “Fine.” She finally tells, and helps her up. Mc changes into a different dress, and they both head out to the party. It’s just a few minutes before midnight. Phew. Mc thinks to herself. They didn’t miss the entire thing. “Mc! How are you?” Diego is the first to jump up to her, as soon as they immerge out of the room. “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet.” Michelle said in a instructive voice. “I’m fine, I’m better.” Mc tells her. “Thank you for everything,” She said in an apologetic look. She knows she should’ve told Michelle sooner. “I’m not persuaded yet.” Michelle told her, scolding at her. “Michelle, please.” She pleaded with her. “Just for a little while.” She eyed the clock standing in the corner of the room. Michelle looked briefly into that direction, realizing it’s almost midnight, and that Mc probably just wanted to spend the new-year with her friends. Everyone turned to look at Michelle too, anticipating her answer. ... “FINE.” She finally lets out, everyone around her sighing in relief. “Yay! Thank you!” Mc jumps and hugs her, excitedly. “... And thank you for everything, I mean it.” She says after she breaks apart from her. “Of course, just... Next time, will you promise to be more careful?” Michelle asks, still worried for her. “Don’t worry, Estela already made me promise that.” Mc chuckles, and Michelle sends a thankful smile to Estela. “But sure.” Mc agrees, nodding. After that, the party resumes. Music echoes through the corridors, everybody mingles. Her friends approach, one by one, and sounds their concerns for her, as well as their relief she’s okay. Even the toughest sells, like Zahra and Aleister, are glad she’s okay. “About that...” Mc tells Aleister, struggling to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for what I’ve said.” She faces him anyway. “You were up to something and you were right, and I tried reverting the attention from it, making things only worse... Thank you for calling me out.” She apologizes, sincerely. Aleister nods, Grace at his side, hands around his arm. “I’m sorry too.” He says quietly. It’s a rare event for him to apologize, but maybe it’s something about the festive feeling of the new year’s. “I should’ve trusted you.” He continues, Grace wears a proud smile as she looks up at him. “No, you were right to call me out.” Mc insists, and Aleister nods. “But I probably should’ve done it another way.” He adds, finally. Estela apologizes for lashing out at him, to which he just smiles. “I’d do the same for Grace,” He notes, so he understands, and they go back to partying. They go out to the outside lounge, everybody getting ready for the big countdown. It started snowing around them, as if to match the perfect atmosphere. “Guys, it’s time!” Diego calls excitedly, and they start counting back. “10... 9... 8... 7...” Mc holds Estela’s hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. Estela offers a smile, which she returns. “6... 5... 4...” They turn towards each other, both blushing for some reason. There’s something about this moment that’s magical, and they both feel it. “3... 2... 1...” And they share a passionate kiss, holding each other’s faces in their arms. Mc pulls Estela closer, and Estela leans down, deepening the kiss. Their tongues dance around in their mouths, in perfect harmony, like they were made for each other. A long moment passes, until they break apart from each other, beaming at the other. They look around, a few other couples kissing, and then turn back to each other. There’s a brief second of consideration, before both pull again, in the same time, into another desirous kiss. “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

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pedroscurls · 7 years

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Title: Reassure Me

Anonymous requested: Could you do some denny fluff, where he is getting back home ? // How about denny being a little self concious about his scar and the reader helping him?

Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader Summary: After being released from the hospital since his heart transplant, Denny feels a bit self-conscious with his new scar. Word Count: 1,605 Warning: None. Author’s Note: YAY! Another Denny request! I decided to join these two together since they can be paired with one another easily! Thank you to both anons who requested this! We can never have too much Denny, I think ;-). Enjoy! <3

Denny was more than ready to get home. The heart transplant had been successful and after staying in the hospital for another few months, he was yearning to be in the comfort of his own house. However, you made sure that everything with his health and the heart transplant was approved by many doctors in Seattle Grace Hospital. You could never be too sure and you always wanted to be careful.

“I’m ready, baby,” Denny said, hooking an arm around your waist.

It felt great again to be able to just lean against him and have him tower over you. It brought back many memories from before he was diagnosed with his condition. Now, you and Denny were engaged and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him now that he had a clean slate for his new health.

“I know you are. You’ve been ready for the past few months,” you teased.

“What can I say? I’m ready to go home and familiarize myself with you and our bed,” he winked.

“Not so fast, tiger. No strenuous activity yet. Doctors orders,” you smiled.

“That’s all right. You can be on top.” Denny smirked, dropping his hand to grasp your backside.

You squeaked and gently poked his side, causing him to jerk away from you. “You’re dirty.”

“Clean me up then,” he winked.

“You never quit, do you?”

“I’m a virile man who has been deprived of sex. I plan on doing a lot of making up,” Denny confirmed. “I’ve got a new heart, so I’m going to utilize it to the best of my ability.”

“And sex is one of them?”

“It’s at the top of my list,” he chuckled, leaning down to peck your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Denny.”

“Thanks for sticking by my side the past five years…” he whispered, cupping your cheek. “I don’t think I would have waited that long if not for you.”

“Yes, you would have…”

He shrugged. “You gave me more meaning to my life, and now, we’re getting married.”

“Yes, we are,” you grinned. “And I can’t wait to become Mrs. Duquette.”

“It sounds perfect,” Denny smiled.

“Like it was meant to be,” you added.

Denny looked into your eyes as he maintained his own smile. “It was,” he confirmed.

“Well, let’s continue this moment back home. We can get something to eat on the way too,” you suggested.

“Let’s get some groceries. We’re going to be home now and I miss your homemade meals.”

“Mm, and I miss your cooking too,” you added.

“It’s a good thing we both know how to cook. Our kids are going to be lucky,” Denny grinned.

“Kids, huh?”

“Oh, I want plenty with you.”

“You just want to do the deed as many times as possible,” you laughed.

“Is that so wrong?” Denny chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You and Denny had been home for three months now. Still, Denny had monthly visits to the hospital to make sure that the new heart he received was working and there were no problems whatsoever. Once he was cleared to start exercising, he had taken you home and ravaged you like some sort of beast who had been deprived of food. Needless to say, it was the best sex you ever had.

Since then, you and Denny had sex at least twice a day. He made sure to go to bed after having sex because he loved the way your body felt against his. But for today’s hospital visit, you could tell that his demeanor had changed.

He was quiet, even while the two of you were waiting for Dr. Burke to call you into a room. You knew that his stitches healed, but Dr. Burke wanted to make sure that it was healing correctly. Denny didn’t say much, but you knew that the visible scar had made him self-conscious about himself.

“Denny, it’s so good to see you,” Dr. Burke grinned.

Denny stood, taking your hand and leading you to the room where Dr. Burke led you both to. “Nice to see you too, Dr. Burke.”

“You’re looking good, man. When’s the wedding?” he asked with a grin.

Denny looked over at you and smiled, shutting the door behind him. “In November. We’ve got a Fall wedding.”

“It’s going to be great,” you added.

“I’m glad that you both have the details finalized. I’m still waiting for my invitation,” Dr. Burke teased.

You smiled and replied, “Invitations will be going out in the next month actually, and I can assure you that your name is on the list.”

“Great. I’m sure it’ll be a wonderful ceremony.”

Denny nodded, “Can’t wait to marry this girl.”

“Oh, I know. You’ve only talked about her every time I came into your room to check your vitals,” Dr. Burke laughed.

“Well, I love her. Gotta let everyone know,” he winked in your direction.

You sat down at the chair near the wall while Denny hoisted himself up onto the examining table. He removed his shirt per Dr. Burke’s request and looked away from you with a subtle ashamed look on his face.

“Scarring is healing up nicely,” Dr. Burke commented. “Unfortunately, it’s going to be a permanent scar, but it’s a constant reminder that you fought and fought and in the end, your persistence won. You’re alive because of it.”

Denny nodded, pulling his shirt back on. “Yeah. It reminds me every day all right.”

The rest of the check-up went smoothly. Dr. Burke listened to Denny’s heartbeat and asked him to take deep breaths as well as to walk to and from the room and down the hallway.

Once Dr. Burke released him with another successful visit, you took Denny’s hand and led him out of the hospital. He was quiet, but he didn’t distance himself. Though, you knew him too well to know that something was wrong.

The ride back home was filled with an uncomfortable silence. There was an ‘elephant’ in the room that needed to be addressed, but neither of you wanted to say anything. Instead, you went straight to the kitchen and began preparing for dinner. Denny went straight to his office and shut the door quietly, keeping himself isolated in the room alone.

Preparing and cooking dinner took longer than you expected, but Denny hadn’t emerged from his office since arriving home. You had set up the table for the both of you and decided to talk to him. You didn’t want the tension while eating dinner anyway.

With a quiet knock, you heard him mumble a quiet ‘come in’. Walking inside, you noticed him dropping the lower half of his shirt to cover his body. You knew he was staring at his scar.

“You okay?” you asked quietly, walking towards him.

“I’m fine. Is dinner ready?” Denny walked past you, but you sighed and grabbed his wrist, turning him around.

“Talk to me…”

“Nothing to talk about, baby. I’m all right,” he shrugged.

“Is it your scar? Is that why you’re acting like this?” you blurted out.

“What? No.”

“Denny…”

“I just—That scar will always be there. I won’t be able to wear v-necks or tank-tops or walk around the beach without a shirt because people will stare,” he mumbled.

“So? You’re alive because of that new heart, Denny… Scar or no scar, I still love you. You’re still handsome to me.”

“You’re just saying that because you have to.”

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Do you know how many women turn their heads when you walk by?” You asked, dropping your hand to lace with his fingers. “Sure, people will stare, but that scar is proof that you beat your condition, Denny. You’re here with me because of it.”

“It’s not appealing whatsoever,” he mumbled.

“We all have flaws. We all have scars. Yours? It’s proof that you’re alive because of it. You have spent five years in and out of the hospital, baby… That scar is nothing to what you have been through,” you replied reassuringly, standing on your toes to peck his lips.

“I guess I’m just a bit self-conscious about it that’s all…”

“That’s totally fine though… Just don’t shut me out,” you sighed. “How can I help you and reassure you when I don’t know what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. I love you all the same. I may even love you more now because we have the best sex every night,” you smiled, blushing.

“Best sex, huh?” he grinned.

“Oh yes. The way you go fast then switch it up by dragging it out with your long, deep strokes?” You bit your lower lip, absently squeezing your legs. “I love it.”

“Mm, okay. Let’s eat before I take you over my desk,” he winked.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Bend me over and take me from behind, Denny,” you whispered seductively.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. “Minx.”

“You love it,” you smiled.

“That I do, and I love you too.”

“Good because I love you just as much, Denny.”

He smiled and pecked your lips. “Thank you for making me feel better.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” you nodded.

“I thought you were here to suck my—”

You shook your head and covered his mouth, looking into his eyes lovingly. “Hush. Let’s go eat so we can head on up to our bedroom for a night of fun.”

Denny chuckled, gently nibbling at your palm. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Denny.”

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deanssweetheart23 · 7 years

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Over Our Heads

Title: Over Our Heads

Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Word count: 2482

Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.

Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.

Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)

Your fingers curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.

It was one of those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the night -he had said something about needing to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.

However, as fantastic as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more tired.

Stifling a yawn, you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in the dim light of the bedroom.

“What?” you asked.

He smiled that half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.

“C’mere.” He whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.

You opened your mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean, to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his neck.

“Better now?”

You hummed in response, placing your hand on his stomach, relishing in the moment you got to see Dean as the soft, tender man he really was, the armor of the macho guy he always put up long forgotten around you.

Not too long after that, Emma and Dexter appeared on the screen for the first time and you smiled and let out a small content sign, thrilled to be watching the movie you loved so much with the green-eyed man.

He noticed. Of course.

“This better be worth it, kid, or I swear-”

“Ssssh. We have a deal.” You reminded him.

He groaned and mumbled something that sounded awfully like You’re going to ruin me under his breath, but you saw him smiling fondly at the memory.

“But Deeeaaaannn…”

“Nope. No. Not gonna happen, Y/N.” The hunter chanted, shaking his head at your almost childlike behavior, arms folded before his chest in his notorious I’m-not-amused pose.

“But-”

“Uh-uh. No buts. Turn on the charm all you want, sweetheart, but you and I are not watching a chick-flick.”

“Oh, c’mon, D. Please. Pleasepleasepleasplease.” You whined, batting your long eyelashes in that way that almost always got you what you wanted, puppy dog eyes on, hands clasped together as you waited for the verdict.

“The answer’s no, Y/N. Just give it up already.”

“No, Dean. I’ll…” You paused, pensive. “I’ll cook breakfast and dinner for you for a month.”

The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to rethink them and caught Dean so off guard that he stopped dead in his tracks and glanced towards you, brows slanted.

“A month?” he repeated, squinting at you suspiciously.

You swallowed thickly.

“Uh-huh.”

“What about the laundry?” he asked after a second, poker-faced.

“Sam can do the laundry.” You objected but as soon as you saw the expression that had already coated his features you just came to terms with the fact you were going to be the Winchester’s personal maid for the next month.

You took a deep breath.

Go big or go home, right?

“Fine. I’ll do the laundry too.”

“Good.” he mumbled, a tantalizing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “And how would you feel about giving me a lap dance?”

“Jesus Christ! What the- You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?”

“Oh, c’mon! Where’s the fun in that?”

You growled, eyes dangerously narrowed because that ass was wearing his famous infuriating grin again, the one that made you want to slap his stupid face and kiss him at the same time.

“You’re sick.” You hissed.

Dean broke into a fit of laughter, loose but real.

“Uh-huh. C’mere.” He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you to him. You struggled a bit but he was too stubborn to stop and, in all honesty, you didn’t mind being in his arms. You never minded.

His hands came to cup your face.

“’M sorry.”

You eyed him deliberately, head titled to the left, lips pursed.

“No, you’re not.”

He chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

His voice had dropped to a whisper now, an edge to it that reminded you of that night the two of you had spent on the floor of a cheap motel room, a bottle of whiskey in hand as he slowly spoke of happier times, times when his mother would bake him pie after lunch and sing him to sleep with Hey Jude instead of a lullaby.

You briefly wondered what you had done to cause that change in his demeanor but stopped yourself almost immediately; reading too much into things would only cause you pain.

So, instead, you pouted playfully, all the walls you had so carefully crafted up again.

“Am not. I’m scary and dangerous”

He smiled, soft but radiant.

“Sure you are, tiger.” He kissed your temple. “You win this round. But if you tell Sammy about this I swear, I’ll-”

“Don’t worry, D. My lips are sealed.” You promised and pecked his cheek sweetly, in love with the way the tips of his ears instantly turned a light shade of pink.

Your heart beat just a little faster in your chest.

Maybe Sam was right after all.

Maybe there was hope for you and Dean.

By the time the plot of the movie had thickened, the alcohol you’d drank earlier that evening, along with the delicious burger Dean had cooked for you and the blissful feeling of your body pressed against his own were enough to make you sleepy.

You had almost surrendered to sweet serenity when Dean tensed next to you, letting out a deep, desperate breath.

“Everything okay?” you muttered, worried.

“Um, no. What is that guy even doing?” he howled, his gorgeous eyes staring at the TV as if he firmly believed that he possessed super powers that would let him change the story unfolding before him. “Is he… Is he going to marry Sylvie?”

You nodded ever so slightly, trying hard to suppress your smile.

“Yup.”

“But. He doesn’t love her. He loves Emma.”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God. What a douche.”

This time you couldn’t help it. You laughed.

“What?”

“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Dean snorted, seemingly amused by the idea.

“Pfft? Enjoying this? Nope. Not at all.”

“Yeah, okay. Next time we can watch The Notebook, Cuddle Pants.” You teased, stifling a laugh.

The green-eyed man groaned and slapped the back of your head playfully.

“Shut up, brat.”

“You’re the…” A yawn. “You’re the brat.”

He smirked.

“You tired, kid?”

“Nope. M’ fine.” You replied, voice laced with sleep. “Just going to rest my head here real quick. ‘Cause you’re… You’re all warm and soft.” You added, sliding closer to him, head on his lap.

It should have been awkward, a line you probably shouldn’t have crossed, yet, with Dean, it felt easy and simple. But then again, things always felt easy and simple when the green-eyed man was concerned. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe you had had too much to drink.

Dean chuckled, adoration coating his features.

“Yeah. You do that.”

It wasn’t until minutes later, just when Emma and Dexter kissed for the first time, that you felt a hand threading through your hair and long, gentle fingers massaging your scalp soothingly.

You stirred.

Dean, obviously just now realizing what he was doing, stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I, uh, I’ll just-”

“’S okay, D. Feels nice.” You whispered, eyelids growing heavy.

He cleared his throat quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

He let out a shaky breath -or, at least, you thought it was shaky- and then his fingers started their ministrations again.

You closed your eyes. With Dean next to you, everything felt safer. Better.

You smiled and let the steady sound of his breathing lull you to sleep.

The screen went dark almost half an hour later, leaving Dean teary-eyed and determined not to show it because Y/N would never let him hear the end of it if she knew.

“Well, Y/N, I have to say…” he stopped in mid-sentence, eyes focused on the sweet girl sleeping on his lap. “Unbelievable. Un-frigging-believable. She made me watch her favorite movie and feel asleep.” he grumbled, eyes flickering over her face almost absentmindedly.

She looked beautiful. Granted, that wasn’t news to him because Y/N always looked effortlessly beautiful, but as she was peacefully asleep curled up next to him, long eyelashes closed, Y/H/C strands of hair falling on her face, his hoodie falling off her left shoulder, she looked gorgeous.

And insanely adorable.

And inexplicably sexy.

And that just wasn’t fair because she made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel.

He sighed, clearing his troubled mind.

“Sweetheart, you have to get up…”

Y/N stirred a bit but didn’t open her eyes and he groaned -quite dramatically- and let his head fall back on the headboard.

“C’mon, Y/N. We need to get you to bed.” He tried again, running his fingers through her hair. A lazy smile spread across her lips but she kept her eyes closed, shifting slightly.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

“Fine. I guess you’ll just spend the night here then. Right?”

No answer. Of course.

He huffed out a breath.

“Ugh. I always knew you were a handful, Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, gently lifting her head and setting her down properly. Stirring, she moved her arm and clutched at his T-shirt, an adorable pout playing at the corners of her lips.

He laughed, grabbing the blanket that sat on the edge of the bed to lay it over her, then leaned in to press a sweet kiss on her forehead, noticing vaguely that she smelled like strawberries and sunshine.

“Goodnight, kiddo…” he smiled.

She mumbled something unintelligibly in return, prompting a chuckle from him as he climbed into the covers and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to draw her closer to him, holding her tight.

He knew he probably shouldn’t, knew that it would only make that hole in his heart bigger every time she even glanced at someone else or laughed at a stranger’s joke or smiled at Sam’s teasing, but he couldn’t help it. She was warm and soft against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own, and even though he knew he’d never be with her, in that moment, he could, at least, pretend.

The sound of quiet sobs mixed with whimpers interrupted his train of thoughts as he felt her feet kicking his from under the blanket, her body twitching.

He wasn’t surprised but his heart still sunk at the sight of her hurting.

Because Y/N didn’t deserve those nightmares. She didn’t deserve the heartache and the decay that came with the life. Sure, she was an incredible fighter and he trusted her with his entire being but that didn’t stop him from wanting something better for her. She was important to him -he somehow knew that from the moment he saved her from that djinn that had captured both of them all those years- and he wanted her to have all the things he couldn’t.

He wanted her to have a family. Children. A husband whom she would adore, even if it wasn’t him.

He wanted her to be happy. Loved. Safe. From the monsters and the demons and the angels. From him.

Dammit, Winchester. Get it together.

Smoothing a hand over her forehead, he stroked her face tenderly.

“Ssssh. It’s okay.”

Another whimper.

Furrowing his brows together in concern, he took the hand she had pressed over his heart and linked their fingers together, slowly bringing them to his lips.

“It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Nothing’s bad gonna happen to you while I’m around, I promise.”

As if Y/N had been somehow able to hear him, she let out a small sign and huddled up closer to him, face relaxing a bit, then muttered something he couldn’t understand.

Chuckling a little into her hair, he wrapped his arms tighter around, afraid that if his grip on her wasn’t strong enough, she would slip through his fingers like sand on the beach.

And he didn’t want that. He just wanted to hold her like that, like she was his, utterly and unconditionally his, forever.

Admittedly, it was a selfish and complicated wish and it contradicted everything he wanted for her but it was the only thing he wanted for himself.

She’s in love with you, dude.

Sam’s words echoed soundlessly inside his head. What if his brother was right? What if he was so focused on not reading too much into those late-night conversations, into the accidental brushes of the hands and the lingering forehead kisses and the stolen glances that he’d really misinterpreted everything? What if, by keeping her at arm’s length and lying about his feelings, he wasn’t only sacrificing his own happiness but, also, hers?

“Sweetheart?” he whispered, but he knew that she was too deep into her dreamland to wake up.

He smiled to himself, pushing away a loose strand of hair that had coiled over her cheek.

Her hand gripped at his T-shirt.

His heartbeat quickened a bit but he didn’t mind. He knew she’d never know.

“I love you.”

It was barely a whisper, a secret that would be forever buried into the darkness of the night, something he only thought about in the dim light of his bedroom on nights the world didn’t make sense, a feeling he’d promised himself he’d never voice because he knew that the universe would find a way to take her away from him.

But, as he held her in his arms and felt her sleep next to him, the words felt right in a way nothing had ever felt right before and he knew that she deserved to hear them no matter what.

He sighed and kissed her temple, warm lips lingering on her skin.

Her lips cracked into a peaceful smile.

He grinned.

Tomorrow, he promised himself.

Tomorrow he’d talk to her.

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jadewritings · 7 years

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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Author’s Note ~ Just so you know, in order to create this poster… I had to get up close and personal with Jared’s pixel penis.This is for @teamfreewill-imagine and @latinenglishfandomblog‘s Sam’s Sixty June Jobs challenge.

Pairing ~ Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count ~ 1,158

Warnings ~ Angst, Some Fluff, the dangers of the beach

When you decide a nice change of scenery would be good, you didn’t expect this. This … was new.

It was a bright and shiny day in Wisconsin, so your friend, Flora, dragged you out of the own comfort of your home so you could spend the day at the beach. Although you were groaning most of the time because you were an introvert and never left the comfort of your own home, you went along anyways.

Both you and Flora went to Wal-Mart to pack a cooler full of drinks and food so you didn’t have to stop and get fast food. Once everything was set and ready to go, Flora took the driver’s seat and you both set off on an adventure.

About a half hour later, you arrived at the beach. The smell of salt water fresh in the air, the sound of the waves hitting the shore clear. You began to get excited.

“Y/N! Come on, help me carry this stuff!” Flora called.

Snapping out of your daze, you rounded the vehicle and carried the bags and chairs while she carried the cooler.

As you walked through the sand to find a spot, Flora stopped, causing you to almost bump into her.

“Why are you stopping?” you asked.

“This is our spot, babe. Duh.” she answered.

You looked at her knowingly, “I’m guessing because it’s right next to the lifeguard tower? Next to the hot lifeguard?”

She tried to hide her smirk as she bit down on the tip of her finger. “Maybe.”

You sighed, “Flora, this was supposed to be about relaxing and having fun. Not about trying to pick up a guy.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she sighed, “But I guess it’s a good thing he’s not for me!” she laughed and hurriedly took off her clothes, leaving her in her bikini, and ran off into the water.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything before that same hot guy, with his long brown hair flowing in the wind, his hazel eyes sparkling, as he ran up to you, chuckling.

“Hi,” he said, “My name is Sam. Flora and I are good friends and she figured setting us up would be a way to get us both out and about. Sorry, I know how she can be sometimes, but it’s in her best interest.”

You had to admit, he had the whole package. He seemed nice enough. It couldn’t hurt to try…could it?

“My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You took the hand he held out.

“And yes, I know how she is. I just wish she would tell me what’s going on in her mind sometimes.”

He smiled, looking into the water where he saw her splashing and giggling.

“Well, I have to get back to work, but maybe after, we could, I don’t know, hang out? Go grab something to eat?”

You thought about it, “I think I might take you up on that offer. Thought we brought a cooler full of food so, we don’t have to get fast food or anything.”

“Great! I guess I'll see you then?”

“See you then.” you bit your lip at the thought of maybe this interaction becoming more.

After having taken off your clothes and joining Flora in the water, you started to have fun. But that was when it all happened. When danger lurked in every shadow.

Flora decided she needed a drink so she headed out of the water. You waited patiently when you heard people screaming. You didn’t know what happened or what was going on. You saw Sam running towards you, shouting.

You couldn’t make out what he was saying until his flesh hit the water. That’s when you heard it, “SHARK!” , and that’s when you felt something pierce your arm and drag you under. It hurt like a son of a bitch.

The water filled with your blood, leaving the shark hungry for more. The shock alone left you defenseless against the fish. But soon, your survival instincts kicked in and you knew what you had to do before it drowned you.

Between all of the red, you could faintly make out its shadow. It was small but large enough to overpower you. Maybe a sand tiger shark.

You swam up to try to get some air but it came back and grabbed your leg, pulling you back down. You screamed but the water drowned them out and filled your lungs.

You twisted towards the shark and made out where its nose was before punching it, again and again before it swam away.

Finally, you got to the surface of the water, though it was hard to say anything. You hurt everywhere, and the last thing you saw was Sam swimming towards you.

Sam sat next to you while you slept in the hospital bed, the heart monitor beeping steadily. Flora walked in with two cups of coffee and handed one to Sam.

“How’s she doing?” she asked. She looked tired, creases of worry noticeable in her frown.

“The doctors say she will be fine but the bite marks were deep. She had to get stitches. She lost a lot of blood, Flora. What I don’t understand is, sand sharks only attack if provoked. Y/N didn’t do anything.”

Flora looked at Sam, “Well, we were in their territory. Could’ve been that.”

“Maybe.”

You began to stir, your eyes fluttering open. Sam and Flora were immediately at your side.

“Sam? Flora? What happened? Where am I? …..The shark?”

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe. The sharks were gone. You kicked its ass,” Sam smiled.

You looked up into his eyes and grinned, “I did didn’t I?” Everyone laughed and the mood instantly lightened.

Flora grabbed your hand and squeezed.

“Y/N, I am so sorry I left you. I shouldn’t have left-”

You interrupted her. She always took the blame, even if she wasn’t the one to do it.

“Flora. You didn’t do anything wrong. No one could have known there was a shark so close to shore. It’s not your fault.”

Your best friend smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I’m never leaving you again. You got it?”

You laughed, “Got it.”

Sam cleared his throat. You turned back to look at him.

“You. I think I owe you a dinner date. You saved my life,” you smiled widely at him.

Sam chuckled.

“I didn’t do anything. You saved your own life.”

You sighed, “I didn’t drag myself out of the water, passed out, now did I?”

Sam thought about it, “Okay, so you didn’t do that but you don’t owe me anything. In all honesty, I like you. So I owe you a date. Especially after this.”

He leaned down, pushing your hair back with his left hand while his right hand grabbed your chin. His face inched closer and closer until your lips met in a sweet, soft, kiss.

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flavoroptimizer · 6 years

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Part 6

The purge hadnt effected either his mother or himself, and perhaps it was wrong to be grateful they were untouched when nearly everyone else was suffering. But with all the negative things that had happened to them in his short life it felt like they were due a little positive kharma. He'd slept outside that week with the fortunate few, feeling more at ease than he should resting under the open skies, the sounds of life by the river side lulling him to sleep. Even if the smell pf his own kerosene soaked fur had driven him to distraction it had been infinitely preferable to the cramped area marked quarantine stuffed witg servants who reeked of sweat and kerosene. His resting spoy would prove to ve a mistake as one of the boys who had helped their parents in their attempts to purge the servant quarters of the insects that infedted ot had seen him curled in a comfortable ball in the branches of a tree near the river. If he had truly analyzed his surroundings he wpuld have recognized it to have been a stupid place to be resting in the first place. Predators were known to be active at night and he had slept there a week. This had given amble tine to any animal who could have gone to have a drink, seen a sleeping child, and made a snack out of him. But he hadnt wanted to be near anyone else. Proir experiences with other people had taught him to be cautious around them. Children would be unsettled by the events and were highly likely to seek out a distraction from those feelings bornw from a loss of control over the situation and direct it ar a source of their choosing. Aware he was highly disliked in the household he'd quickly did not wish to ne theit source of amusement. His wariness had not brrn enougj to save him from discovery nor would it stop the insanity that had followed. The other chuld had seen fit to grab a branch and use one of the burning piles of bedding and cloth to set it aflame, moving quickly away to avoid adult detection. He had then climbed the tree anf set the burning branch ovet the sleeping cub and waited. It hadnt taken long. Lungri had woken to the smell of burning fur and pain. To the other child's credit he had shoved the boy into the river, which had thankfully doused the flames before his entire body had been set alight. But it hant been soon enough to avoid severe burns. One fact that would eat at him for years after the incident had occured, was that the othwr child had not been caught. Lungri had been distracted and had only seen a figure, far too small to be an adult, in the tree he had occupied before hed been engulfed by the wonderfully cool waters. Whoever it had been had run away as soon as his miscjief had been managed. The tiger vub had been in no position to persue, having been half drowned when he finally pulled himself out of the ruver. thw pain and shock had clouded his mibd and coughing out the water in his lungs had been his number one priority. He would sport ugly bleeding welts, shiny bald spots all ovwr his body, and a terrible mood for weeks afterward. The other children had been wise enough to give him a wide berth for two months following the incident, whether ir was due to his particularly terrible mood, pity, or some other reason he did not know. However it gad not veen ling enoygh to keep them frim hin forever. Two months after having been set on fire by one of their own, he had been surrounded by children who had come to tease him over his appearance. He had been self conscious enough about how he looked, his appearance had served as a reminder of a traumatic event he hadn't wanted to acknowledge, let alone remember. It was a sensitive subject and it hadnt taken much ridicule for him to capitulate under the weight of theie taunting. They had thought he would roll over and accept their mockery as he had everytine before. This time, though, this time had been differwnt. He had snapped. As far as he was aware he had almost died in the event and their mirth and scorn over a moment that could havw resulted in his death had been the final straw to break the proverbial camel's back. He had unsheathed his claws and unleashed years worth of anger and rage at the injustice hed felt over the treatment he had always recieved from nearly everyone hed ever known. Needless to say there had been alot of blood when hed finushed. It was everywhere. His face. His paws. His clothes. His fur. The ground. And Them. The moaning pile of what was left of his antagonizers. Everything was washed in bright sticky red. He hadnt expected that and had frozen at the sifhr. He was not sorry for what hed dobe. If anyrhing there was a strange dort of satisfaction that came from seeing his tormenters felled by his very own claws. No, what had made him pause was the realization of how very much a body could bleed. It was a mesmurizing sight and he stood luke someone had cast a spell to paralyze him on the spot. He had remained over them, luke a morbid farmer supervising the grisly crops he had sown, whenthe reality of what hed done slammed into him. He couldnt stay there forever. Part of him wanted to run, flee his master's home and the punisment that was sure to follow for his violence. But he was a child that had only ever lived under one roof and he had no where to go. The logical part of him that had been briefly silenced during his bloody retalitory attack, told him that such an act would be pointless. If any of them died his employer would send for the authorities and he would likely starve to death in prison. He needed to get adult help and hed needed to get it fast. As if a dam had been overflooded then cracked under the additional weight, the consequences were flashing rapidly in his mind. If he didnt do something soon, in addition of being convicted of murder, he'd lose his job, his place within the household, and his morher would be furious with him. Someone would probably steal his mat too, he wouldn't put it . So, fear of reprisal speeding up his gate, hed reached record speed in his attempt to retrieve the household doctor. Hed made a good show of pretending to be sorry for what hed done and had gelped the nan administer aid to the injured. They hadnt been injurwd nearly as badly as hed first thought. Thir pain and the shock of being attacked by someone they had always considered a safe target had done much to keep to keep them immobile. Quite a few of them had been concussed by the force of his blows and those he had struck had required stitches to sow their skin back together. When the doctor had ordeted done some of it himself, feeling as if he were in a trance. He thought once more of escaping but again dismissed it as pointless. It was only when he was alone again, this time locked in a single dark room while the adults decided his fate that he had truly begun to fear for his fate. No one had died so he did not believe they would have him executed but their werw other punishments they could mete out. He didnt want ti be fired or imprisoned. In tgw end The master had determined it to have been an act of self defense and had given him the benifit of tge doubt due in part to his assistabce to the doctor aiding their recovery and the guilty party' age. He assumed Lungri hadn't known his own strength. As a reult he had not fired him following that incident. Instead, he had been flogged until he'd lost consciousness under the force of the lash. They'd wrapped up his torso in pandages to protect the wounds from infection induced by th foul air then painfully filed down his sensitive claws, rendering them nearly unusable. He had crawled to his bed and had been ill for a week afterward. But at the end of the day he was neither dead nor imprisoned so, dwspite the pain he still deemed it worth tge punishment.

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