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the songs arent in any particular order but i made a zukka playlist ahaha
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Ive babying/protecting YN for 6mins straight(especially leeseo)૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
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Notes:Most of this are made up><<
Clip 1 📹
You groaned as you goosed yourself over your bed not being able to catch enough sleep.
You had been awake since 2:00am and now it’s 4:02am.
Standing up from the bed you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk gulping it down your throat.
Returning to your bed you still couldn’t sleep.
You sighed and grabbed your blanket thinking of which one of your unnies to go to.
Then you remember Yujin.
She’s the leader so she’s always up earlier than everyone.either on her phone or writing her to-do-list.
You knocked on her door just in case because to don’t want to walk into something you’ll regret seeing.
Then Yujin came and opened the door smiling but confused when she saw you looking restless.
“YN? What happened?” She asked you looking straight into your eyes.
“I don’t know Unnie.I can’t sleep” you said pouting making Yujin aww.
“It’s alright! Why don’t we go for a walk?” Yujin asked you to which your eyes sparkled at.
You extremely loved walks.it gave you a warm and calm feeling.
“Yes!yes!yes!” You jumped up excitedly,running up to your room to change into Hoodie and sweatpants.
Yujin made sure to inform the manager about you both leaving.
After mins at the park your stomach started to grumble.Really loud!
Yujin noticed it.
“Baby are you hungry?” She asked you looking concerned.
You nodded and she just chuckled at your cuteness.
“Well let’s get hotpot.there’s one nearby” she said getting up.
You smiled widely following the leader.
Clip 2📹
It was backstage and the girls just finished performing Baddie.
The girls had already eaten their food immediately after the show.
But you waited a little longer because you wanted to take a short nap.
After waking up from your 30mins nap you saw your food on the table infront of the couch you slept on.
You grabbed it and started eating but…..you were a little carried away with your phone making you eat slowly.
Leeseo noticed it and sat down beside you grabbing the plate from your hands and telling you to open your mouth.
To which you obeyed.
She fed you and kept on saying”here comes the train” babying you.
You just chuckled when you had swallowed your food not wanting to choke.
Clip 3📹
Yn showed her cat heart to the camera.
“This is what Haerin Unnie taught me yesterday!” YN said with her looking like an angel.
“Aww! You made a cat heart how cutee!” Liz squealed.
Clip 4📹
Ive were on a show on yt where they answer different questions and their opinions.
When suddenly YN’s predebut pictures appear.
“Ahah!” All her unnies squealed especially leeseo and Liz.
“Is that YN?” Gaeul asked shocked.
“She really looks cute!” Wonyoung and Rei both say in sync.
“Why does this look like something that was taken 3yrs ago? Yn looks so young” Yujin said looking at the picture again.
“How cute?” Leeseo asked.
At this point YN was already red as she was blushing at every comment that was thrown at her.
Clip 5📹
All Ive members were looking at something scary on a show.
Yn was scared and all her unnies were concerned.
She looked up to leeseo who offered her her hand and yn gladly accepted it.
Yujin covered YN’s eyes.
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There's just something about you – Professor!Austin Butler (smut)
Well well well, ofc I {as somebody who has a massive prof!crush} had to give in and write this. I think this has potential for a part 2, so please tell me how you feel about that. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader works as Professor Butler's teaching assistant. The two are about to take a trip with his class when she gets sick. While staying with him for the weekend the two finally give in to the pull keeping them chained together.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), professor x TA relationship, quite fluffy
Pairing: prof!Austin Butler x fem!TA!reader (3k words)
picture credit to the original owner
“Alright, listen up!“ Professor Butler’s voice echoed through the room. His words were followed by instant silence, forcing all eyes towards the handsome professor. She stood close to him, not enough to feel his body heat clashing against her, though just enough to hyperfocus on the scent of his expensive cologne – a scent she’d always pick up on, no matter where she was at.
“As you all know, we’re leaving for our trip next week. (Y/n) was kind enough to take over the bookings, but we need you to find one or two people to share a room with. Please send (y/n) an email til Monday, so we can avoid any confusion when we check in. If you have any further questions about the trip or concerns, feel free to reach out to one of us.”
She had joined the faculty as Professor Butler’s PhD candidate and teaching assistant a while ago, slowly having to adjust to being around a man like him. At first, (y/n) had struggled to focus, fighting against the urge to stare at him at any given chance, but slowly she had gotten more and more relaxed around him, actually getting to enjoy her interactions with the young professor.
“Please don’t forget your homework, alright? I’ll see you all next week.” The room was filled with loud noises as he ended the class, forcing the students to their feet and out into the hallway. (Y/n) busied herself with his notes, rechecking them before she allowed her gaze to find his bright eyes. “You did good today, (y/n), if you feel comfortable enough you can gladly do next week’s class on your own.”
“I don’t think I feel ready to do this without you yet.” His big hand found her shoulder, leaving her torn between focusing on the feeling of his thumb softly stroking the fabric of her blouse, and the intense eye contact he now held with her. For a second, neither of them spoke, leaving (y/n) to wonder what he was thinking about.
“Alright, but you’re by far better than me at catching their attention, I hope one day you’ll realise that.” Professor Butler’s raspy chuckle had an addicting effect to it, leaving her to avert her gaze as he took a step away from her. “Chinese takeout while we grade the essays?”
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She woke with a pained whine as her hand reached for her phone, trying to read the time. It was Saturday morning, two days before they’d go on their short trip, but her body was clearly fighting against all plans, making her suffer from a sore throat and a blocked nose. Curses wanted to claw through her, cursing fate for pushing her into her misery.
(Y/n) had been looking forward to the trip for a while, excited about spending some more time with Professor Butler outside of his office and the room he was teaching in. Secretly she had hoped for some more calmer moments where they could go back to sharing information about one another that had nothing to do with their research or their university work. Hopes that were now evaporating into nothing but cold air.
For a moment, (y/n) pondered over her choices, but her fingers had already started to move before her mind could protest, opening the email app. With a few quick words she sent her professor a small warning, telling him that she was sick and would most likely not be able to join on Monday. She felt pathetic for the wave of hurt and exhaustion flushing through her, leaving her trembling body to search the warmth of her bed.
It didn’t take long for her phone to go off, forcing her glassy eyes to read his reply. Simple words told her to give him a call with his added number to the email. Perhaps it was the fault of her cold, perhaps it was the fault of her hazy thoughts, whatever it was, it stopped (y/n) from overthinking, clicking on the number before her anxiety could get the best of her.
“Morning, (y/n).” His raspy voice shot shudders down her spine, momentarily letting her eyes flutter close. She repeated the greeting while internally cringing at the raspy sound of her voice. “Oh sweetheart, you sound horrible.”
Heat rose to her face at the pet name, having to forcefully stop herself from gasping. She could only let go of a hum, not trusting herself to speak coherent words he could easily pick up on.
“Are you still living alone?” A while ago (y/n) had told him about her struggles to find a roommate, unsure who to pick as she had high priorities she didn’t want to let go of. Once again she hummed, wondering where he was taking this conversation. “Alright, I want you to pack a bag. I’ll pick you up in a few, you’re spending the weekend with me, I can’t go on that trip without you. We’ll get you back to your healthy self in no time.”
“Professor,” she sat up as she tried to protest, having to drown out the sinful thoughts instantly flushing through her mind. “I don’t want to take up any of your space, and you could also get sick. I’ll be alright here, don’t worry.”
“No, you’re staying with me. I won’t accept any protests, (y/n). What’s your address?”
It hadn’t taken long for them to end the call, for her to take a quick shower and to pack a bag. Her heart kept racing in her chest, urging her to move, to be smart about the things she packed. She barely got any time to overthink as he had arrived at her place rather quickly, but now as she was sitting on his couch, wrapped in a blanket, (y/n)’s thoughts finally caught up with her.
Austin – as he had asked her to call him – was all too gentle with her, tending to her every need with worry tugging on his features. (Y/n) could only guess that she looked as horrible as she felt, tired eyes barely managing to stay open, and yet she didn’t want to miss a thing, cherishing the chance to be so close to him.
“How about we watch a movie before I make some soup, huh?” Austin plopped down next to her, tugging on her legs to place them in his lap. (Y/n) allowed herself to study him for a few seconds, his blonde hair had that slightly unruly touch to it, blue eyes focusing on his TV. He wore a simple white shirt that perfectly stuck to his muscles, paired with blue jeans that gave him a different touch to the version of him who always wore suits in class.
“Sure, I’m good with whatever.” He shot her a quick smile that left her trembling, having to calm her racing heart with her grasp on the blanket growing stronger. She barely managed to pay the opening sequence of the movie any attention, getting lost in her thoughts as his thumb stroked the soft skin of her ankle, holding onto her as if he was scared she could slip right through his fingers.
For the first time in years, she felt an unfamiliar kind of safety wrapping itself around her, clinging to her like a second skin made to protect her, to cherish her, to perhaps even love her.
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Quiet steps carried her towards the big kitchen, engulfed in darkness as (y/n) started the kettle, hoping that another cup of tea could finally lull her to sleep. She was too deep in thought to notice his approaching figure, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his naked chest.
“You alright, sweetheart?” (Y/n) jumped at the sound of his raspy voice, pressing her hand to her chest as she turned towards him. A laugh clawed through Austin, guiding him closer to her with slow steps. “Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.”
(Y/n) had to turn from him, trying to focus on the almost boiling water as he came to a halt behind her, reaching for another cup. His naked upper body was pressed against her back, one of his arms found its way around her waist to keep her close to him. Goosebumps covered her limbs, silently whispering to her, guiding her hand to find his.
No words were spoken between the two as she poured the hot water into the big cups while Austin reached for the teabags. He loosened his hold on her as if he was begging her to turn around, to get lost in the bright eyes that reminded her of warm summer mornings spent at the beach, getting lost in daydreams that felt more real than memories of things she had lived through. Her body urged her to move, to lean against the counter with her eyes finding his features, wandering over his handsome face.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, (y/n)?” She didn’t trust her voice, knowing that she’d most likely make a fool of herself, but the two hands finding her waist, keeping her caged between his tall frame and the counter, encouraged her to part her lips. (Y/n)’s eyes focused on his neck, on the golden necklace he wore, dangling from his neck like a pendulum about to give her a glimpse into her future.
“I,” a shaky exhale left (y/n), trusting her mind and heart to guide her. “I keep thinking about how comfortable I feel here. Thank you for letting me stay with you, Austin.”
She expected him to shoot her his signature smile, to pull away from her to reach for his cup. But he kept close to her, hand slowly moving up to her face, cupping her cold cheek. He forced her to look up at him, making her breath hitch in her chest as she watched his gaze flicker between her eyes and her lips.
“I tried to stay away from you, but you’re not making it easy for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) got no chance to reply, silenced by the feeling of his lips finding hers. Ever since she had joined his team, (y/n) had imagined this very moment, wondering how his lips would feel pressed against hers, how he’d hold onto her as they got lost in their kiss. But this was so very different to all these daydreams, more intense, more exciting even. With his hands finding the back of her thighs, he helped her onto the counter, allowing himself to stand between her thighs as they kept kissing.
“Now you’re definitely getting sick for sure,” (y/n) mumbled the words against his lips as they parted to catch their breaths. Austin’s raspy laugh echoed through the kitchen, bright eyes burning her skin as if she was caught in a wildfire, about to burn to the ground.
“For you I’ll gladly take on the struggles of being sick.” His words left her heart roaring, lips finding his once again. Their tongues met in a teeth clashing kiss, wordlessly managing to communicate their longing, the desperate need they had fought against these past months. “I need you to be honest with me, do you want this? I don’t want to pressure you, sweetheart.”
“Take me to bed, professor.” (Y/n)’s smirk grew wider as his pupils dilated, picking her up without another warning. She had her legs wrapped around him, face buried in the crook of his neck. Within seconds they found themselves in Austin’s bedroom, he didn’t give her much time to take in the big room, the pictures gracing the walls, fully focused on him as he pressed her down on the mattress.
Austin kissed his way down her throat as if he was following the trail of a treasure hunt, high on the adrenaline of the search. (Y/n) trembled beneath him while her fingers tugged on the hairs at the nape of his neck before moving down to his muscular shoulders. Somehow it felt as if they had done this numerous times before, knowing exactly how and where to touch one another.
He parted from her to pull her shirt over her head, focus instantly drawn to her naked chest. The way Austin was staring at her made (y/n) feel as if he was marvelling at a masterpiece, a creation of old times the human mind barely managed to understand. Carefully he cupped her breasts, groaning at the feeling of her soft skin pressing against his. They held eye contact as he brought his lips back to her skin, sucking on both nipples before kissing his way down her stomach.
“Austin,” (y/n) choked on his name, begging him to keep on moving, to touch her where she needed him the most.
“Talk to me, sweetheart, what do you want?” His voice grew lower with every spoken syllable, pushing heat down to her core. She felt her walls clench around nothing, begging him to finally fuck her.
“You, all of you. Please, I need you so badly.” Without speaking another word, he ripped her panties from her hips, letting his fingers explore her arousal-covered folds. His name rolled off her tongue, she arched her back at the careful touches, trying to shuffle even closer. Austin could do whatever he wanted to her at that very moment, she was putty in his hands, his to toy with, his to use for his own pleasure. Whatever he wanted, she’d do it, if he kept on touching her like this.
“Will you let me taste you? I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” (Y/n) could only nod her head, letting go of a breathless gasp the second his rough tongue brushed through her folds. Austin moaned at her taste, he wrapped one arm around her thigh, keeping her pressed to him while the other hand found her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with his fingers. Within the first seconds of him touching her, (y/n) had known that she wouldn’t be able to hold on for long, overstimulated by his touches.
No longer could she spare her hurting throat any attention, no longer did she struggle to breathe on, all she could do was focus on him, on the way he dipped his tongue into her tightness, how he added more speed to his movements, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“You taste so sweet, I could stay like that forever, if you’ll let me.” She moaned at his praise, fingernails scratching at his skin to try and hold on. Her legs were trembling from the strength she used to curl her toes, unsure how much longer she could stop herself from giving in to an intense orgasm.
“It’s alright, cum for me, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.” Austin’s words pushed her into the open arms of her orgasm, calling out his name as he kept circling her clit with a smirk glued to his lips. He watched her every move, every micro-expression he could pick up on, fully mesmerised by the beautiful woman he had wanted to pull closer for months.
“Oh god,” (y/n) panted the words, drawing gleeful chuckles from Austin as he let go of her. Her glassy eyes watched him undress, gaze wandering down his muscular upper body, past his six-pack to his sweatpants. His cock sprang free as he stepped out of his clothes, a sight that pushed heat straight down to her cunt, needing to feel him buried inside of her. “I need you to fuck me now, I can’t wait any longer, Austin.”
“Mhm, such a desperate girl, we should teach you some patience one day.” He reached for a condom, rolled it down his cock and positioned himself between her thighs. With her hand finding the back of his neck, (y/n) pulled him back down for a kiss, distracting herself from the slight pain as he pushed into her, having to adjust to his size. For a second, they held still, clinging to one another to let go of a few deep exhales, fingers interlaced to try and keep themselves grounded.
“Move, please, professor.” Austin let go of a growl at the use of the title, building a comfortable rhythm that allowed one another to get used to the sensation. He was careful with her, not daring to hurt her when she was still sick, not fully able to guide her body. But the blissful expression tugging on her features was enough to calm his racing heart, finding enjoyment in the way she clung to him, how she seemingly felt the same pull he did.
They were a mess of tangled limbs, of moans blurring together, of hearts beating in sync, a match so perfect neither of them wanted to break out of their very own bubble. Their bodies met with every thrust, bringing them closer and closer together, while their eyes found back together.
“My pretty girl, I don’t want to let you go again.” He murmured the words against her lips, luring a soft chuckle out of (y/n).
“Don’t let me go, don’t you dare.” Her head rolled back as his cock nudged her swollen spot, leaving him grinning in success. Austin kept staring down at her, trying to burn every passing second into his mind, praying that he won’t ever forget about this night.
“Touch yourself, make yourself cum on my cock, sweetheart.” With a gasp leaving her, her fingers found her pulsing clit, moving quickly to give her the needed push. He fucked her through her second orgasm, letting go himself as she relaxed beneath him.
Austin clung to her as they both tried to catch their breaths, only parting as they managed to break through the hazy fog wrapping itself around the two lovers. He threw away the condom before he returned to her, cupping her now warm cheek to pull her in for another kiss.
“How about a bath?” She could only nod as he picked her up and carried her into his bathroom, while making the silent promise to cherish her for as long as she’ll let him.
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Trouvaille - Chapter One
Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader
Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Word Count; 20.4k
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Hello everyone, this is Dana! This is the first complete chapter of Trouvaille, an introduction to the story and several characters. I have been working on this story for a long time, so I am overjoyed to share it with others. If you'd like to be added to the taglist for the next few chapters, don't hesitate to ask, I'll gladly add you. Any comments, questions, and feedback is lovingly received, and thank you for reading, and please enjoy!
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Although it was Friday, the hands of Y/N’s watch moved as if stuck in honey, hours ticking by painfully, and her patience was wearing thin. Today was her last day at her job. That morning, while sipping a cup of tea wrapped up in her quilt in bed, she had stared out the window absently as she frequently caught herself doing, fog rolling through the tall grasses of the back yard and filling the sky with stormy colors. The morning of her last day of work was like any other, planned to the minute, methodical, and solitary. Routine, she found, drove her crazy, but she wondered what exactly she would do after it’s upheaval – was it back to school, helping her mother out at the library, applying for a job at the smoothie bar, starting a ghost hunting crew? Endless possibilities boggled her even more than repetitive routine, she didn’t have a plan, and it was somewhat freeing.
The veterinarian hospital she worked at was located in the heart of Boston, and saw near-constant foot traffic. When she arrived in the morning there were nothing but appointments to attend to, animals to check in, bags of kibble to sell, and of course, the odd surgery or two. Her position, specifically, was the on-staff exotics veterinarian, and often trained her colleagues to treat animals that weren’t cats and dogs.
She was in the midst of her last examination, one that would likely end in surgery for a broken wing. It was getting late, there were only a handful of her colleagues left in the building, and she still had to talk to her supervisor about her leave. Y/N had chosen to word it as “taking a leave” rather than formally turning in resignation papers, as much as she was leaning towards a complete change of career. There was a chance after a few months of indulging herself in new directions that she’d come running back to the hospital.
Squinting, Y/N skimmed the clipboard containing information about the parrot she was currently treating, taking care not to touch his injured wing when she wrapped the bird in a towel for better handling.
“Lex, I need the radiograph up on the screen, please. Watch out for his beak!” Nimbly, Y/N turned the agitated bird away from the young lab tech before he nipped at her elbow. “He’s a biter, not that I can blame him, after what’s happened to his wing,” adjusting the towel around the Macaw, Y/N glanced at the large screen above the observation table. Eyes scanning the radiograph with practiced precision, she realized that the fracture was not something that could be mended with tape and time. A door closing and the sound of metal rolling in a tin alerted her of the presence of the tech she was most proud of training, a young man named John.
“John? Oh, John, thank God you’re back, did room 103 have the IM pins? I want this parrot to be stabilized as quickly as possible. I don’t think he is used to being handled,” Y/N explained, struggling to keep the bird's large beak away from her ears. Vaguely, Y/N heard Lex slip from the room, likely running to the next room for another emergency radiograph. John, his blue eyes drooping in concern, slid the tray of IM pins across the observation table while clicking his tongue.
“Poor guy. What happened?” John asked, chest heaving with the effort of running down the veterinarian hospital halls. His creamsicle colored scrubs, an undoubtedly sunny wardrobe choice, was littered with sunset orange sweat stains and spots of animal drool as he reached across the table for the patient file. He let out a low whistle at the accident report as Y/N decided one IM pin would be plenty to get the fractured bone to realign once more.
“Wing caught in cage door? That can’t be right, especially with the size of the fracture,” John exclaimed, smooth features pulling into an incredulous expression. Eyes flicking up to the parrot, Y/N’s eyebrows knit together in frustration, John hurriedly washed his hands in the sink and pulled two pairs of latex gloves from the box next to the sink. It was the unsaid in the report that raised suspicion; how, exactly, did the bird get its wing stuck in the cage door himself? It was more common, in fact, for Y/N to treat animals that were abused; things were rarely accidents, when it came to exotics.
“Are you ready for surgery? For the size of the bird and the fracture, I estimate we’ll be working for about three hours before he can be brought to recovery,” Y/N slipped a clean mask over her face, adjusting the frameless plastic goggles so they don’t fog, before carefully ensuring John had a hold on the parrot. John grunted in assent, likely just as bone-tired as she was.
Rider, she faintly remembered, was the parrot’s name, as she watched white suds circle and filter down the drain. Once her hands were dry and the gloves snapped over her wrists, she felt the numbing sensation of dropping into total concentration. In a way, that was the best part of her job; the quieting of her brain for the length of a surgery, distracted by the methodical procedures, the pressure to work against the clock, and above all – the importance of helping the animal.
Perhaps it was selfish, in a way, to crave the escape from her inner monologue considering her line of work, but some people had meditation and some people were joggers. Certainly, every sane person needed an outlet for serenity to make sense of the rest of the chaos infecting their lives. Sometimes, Y/N even believed she had combined her serenity with vocation, her work and her respite intimately entwined. Other times, at the bottom of a nondescript bottle with her friends, she grew nauseous at the rigidity of it all.
“Prepare the K-wires, let’s get started,” Y/N declared, pulling the operating light over the table. John grunted in response, Y/N smoothing a hand over the parrot’s crown in a practiced soothing manner.
“We’ll get you all fixed up, Rider,” Y/N whispered to the Macaw, the eyes of the parrot boring into her in a way that made her feel exposed.
“So, does this mean we can finally call it a day?” John asked raggedly, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple. The air outside of the operating room felt significantly fresher, the bright lights by the employee lockers snapping Y/N out of her surgical reverie. Peeling the sticky gloves from her hands and tiredly tossing them into a nearby trash can, she nodded.
“All done, John! You can go ahead and get out of here. It’s Friday night, after all – I just have to talk to Dr. Davies before I can go myself,” Y/N smiled warmly at John. While he was one of the newest vet techs, over the past seven months at the office he had managed to surpass all of the other techs in surgical skill.
Frowning slightly, John paused before reaching for his book bag. “Are you going to discuss your leave?” He inquired softly.
Y/N sighed heavily. While she had enjoyed training John, and found significant fulfillment in her profession, the past few months had felt more and more draining. Being an exotics veterinarian was one of the hundreds of things she had dreamed of as a child. She had excelled in school, graduating close to the top of her class, and had even landed an amazing position at her current animal hospital fresh out of university. For the first year, Y/N saw herself at Harbor Animal Hospital long-term, aspiring to be like the incredible Dr. Tia Davies, her boss and mentor.
As time went on, Y/N felt a sadness well up inside of her as she treated animal after animal. The world had become a cruel place full of neglect for animals, especially for the exotics she cared for. When she was a little girl, her grandparents took her to a traveling circus every summer when it came through Boston. It was there, where she watched beautiful parrots soar, elegant leopards slink through elaborate obstacles, and giraffes stand tall in all of their glory that Y/N first dreamed of working with such beautiful animals. To help them, specifically, as she grew up and realized the types of trials and tribulations the circus animals went through in order to perform, was one of her biggest desires.
Fresh from college equipped with rosy lenses, she believed she could make a difference – but all she found was the revolving door of the hospital, each animal’s case more soul crushing than the next. Abuse, neglect, abandonment; these were the things that kept Y/N staring at her ceiling at night, waiting for sleep that would never come. She couldn’t help but notice the uptick in her anxiety and the dark circles rimming her lower lash line as time wore on, desperate to love her job again. At twenty-four years old, she ultimately came to the conclusion that in order for her to help animals in a way that mattered, she needed some time to sort out her personal feelings.
“Yeah,” Y/N replied, raking her hand through her hair, “I just don’t know if I can keep this up, John. I’m running on empty and I just can’t shake this feeling – oh, I don’t know – of heartbreak? I just feel like I need time to regroup. I can’t afford to have my personal feelings negatively impact the animals,” she explained, corners of her mouth turning downwards.
John nodded thoughtfully, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. He was yet to feel this way, and was generally more optimistic than Y/N, but he saw how depleted she had become over the months. She prayed that he would not end up like her; the hospital desperately needed him.
“Well, Y/N, I’m really going to miss you around here. Hopefully the new exotics vet is just as patient as you are,” he said gently, placing his hand on her shoulder. Y/N appreciated the fact that he didn’t plead her to stay, or press the subject too hard. “Call me when you decide to come back. I’ll be waiting for you with your favorite Starbucks order!”
With that, Y/N gave John a hearty wave as he pushed his way through the doors to the employee parking lot. She would miss him, certainly, but she had wrestled with taking a leave for months before she decided John was ready to take her place until Dr. Davies could find a full-time replacement.
She opened up her locker, pulling down the picture of her posing at a cocktail party with her friends Ben, Laura, and Alice, the magazine clipping of Keanu Reeves as John Wick, and her bag of toiletries for when she worked late, shoving all of the items into her canvas tote bag. Simply clearing out the locker made her feel lighter in a way, albeit a tad guilty. She thought about some of the patients she saw regularly, such as the sweet elephant seal she treated at the Boston Aquarium, and felt the guilt rise up in her stomach even more. But she had already decided; she was no help to any creature in her current state.
Setting off down the hall towards the office where the doctors kept patient files and keys to the pharmacy and lab, Y/N took one last look at the polished linoleum floors, the pastel walls, and unflattering fluorescent lights guiding her way. She knocked twice on the closed door, all of the other staff and techs gone for the day as the rapping sound echoed about the empty clinic.
“Y/N, I’m assuming that is you? Come on in,” Dr. Davies’ sweet voice called, muffled by the sound of a medical mask. Pushing the door open, Y/N hiked her tote bag up further on her shoulder in determination.
Dr. Davies, or Tia, as she insisted everyone call her, was a kind woman in her mid-forties. She wore purple rectangular glasses and had frizzy graying hair, and looked something akin to an art school aunt. Tia always wore chunky, funky jewelry and colorful scrubs, which she had mentioned “brightened up the place”.
“So, have you made your final decision?” Tia looked up over her glasses, setting the folder she was holding down on the desk. She stood, smiling fondly at Y/N. Swallowing down even more guilt, Y/N nodded.
“I��m sorry, Tia. I just feel like I’ve…” Y/N trailed off while looking at the floor, at a loss for words that accurately described her feelings.
“Hit a wall? Been emotionally drained?” Tia suggested helpfully. Eyes shooting up to meet Tia’s, Y/N’s confidence returned after she registered the understanding look on the doctor’s face.
“In a way. I still want to help animals, and that will never change. Lately, I feel like I haven’t been able to help enough. In a way that matters. The world is… the world is so awful. To these animals, to humans–”
“–to hybrids?” Tia added encouragingly.
Hybrids!
“Oh my God. Hybrids! I knew I was forgetting something about my schedule today!” Y/N exclaimed, blood draining from her face.
“Oh Y/N, I remember you telling me about your plans to go with Ben and Roy to a hybrid shelter this week. Is that today?” Tia rounded the corner of the desk, grasping one of Y/N’ wrists tenderly.
“Uh, yes– it is– Ben is going to kill me. I’m supposed to meet him at Government Center in half an hour. I’m so sorry, this couldn’t have come at a worse time,” Y/N gasped out, furious at herself for forgetting such an important meeting. Her timing never seemed to be perfect.
“Listen, Y/N, relax. It’s alright, I just wanted to let you know that my old colleague from Chicago has agreed to take your position until you return,” Tia reassuringly squeezed her wrist. “Or, if you return,” she added, a twinkle of some kind of knowing in her eye.
“Oh, that’s such good news,” Y/N exhaled, thrilled Tia could find a replacement so quickly, a weight lifted off of her shoulders.
“I have no doubt that you will continue to help animals, you’re like me in that way. You’re young, and like me, you may have to take time to truly figure out where you fit in to make the best difference,” Tia continued, a warm feeling of kinship spreading through Y/N.
“Tia,” Y/N mumbled in a watery manner, eyes filling up a little.
“I want you to call me, at least once a month, or whenever you need me. I’m here for you. Besides, knowing you, you’ll come up with some new venture that I absolutely need to be a part of. I’ll lend any knowledge I can,” Tia released Y/N’s wrist, opening her arms for an embrace. Now, Y/N truly had tears running down her face, burying it in Tia’s shoulder.
“Now, get going! If you want to make it to Government Center in thirty minutes, I suggest you run the yellow lights,” Tia released her, winking. Y/N wiped a stray tear from her cheek, squaring her shoulders.
“Thank you, Tia, for everything. I’ll call you,” Y/N affirmed, taking one more look at the kind doctor. She hurried from the office, the newfound source of anxiety of being late quickening her step to her car.
As she launched out of the clinic, she took a deep breath in, the air free from the scent of rubbing alcohol and pet fur. While Boston city air was certainly tainted with cigarette smoke and exhaust, the light perfume of black-eyed susans studded along sidewalks filtered through pleasantly. Invigorating her, she squashed down the dread of her evening plans.
While Y/N was well-versed in the subject of the animal kingdom, hybrids were always a source of puzzlement to her. Hybrids, a part of modern life long before her birth, were created specifically for human enjoyment in large labs, factories, and even dilapidated basement operations. When her parents were in their twenties, the price to own your own hybrid was an astronomical fee, and only the elite were photographed with hybrid companions at fundraisers and derbies.
As the “wheel of progress” turned, hybrids spliced with large animal DNA became workhorses in many parts of the industrial USA. Hybrids working on logging plants, mining, and even construction, was faster and cheaper labor than hiring humans – an abysmal fact. In more recent times, almost anybody could adopt a hybrid, for better or for worse. Of course, the nasty sort of animal abuser found even more enjoyment tormenting a hybrid, one who could potentially fight back and feel human fear. God-wealthy “hunters for sport” lined up at fancy hybrid shelters to pick out bear and prey hybrids for their sick hobby, according to recent news headlines.
For the most part, Y/N avoided the topic of hybrids. Although her family had money, there was never a hybrid within their home. This, she did consider odd, simply due to the fact that a large part of her family’s wealth came from her father’s revolutionary studies and practices on hybrid heart surgeries as a cardiologist. He had treated thousands of hybrids and truly cared for them, in a similar way that Y/N cared for her exotics. Her mother, on the other hand, loved hybrids, and even ran a bookclub out of the library she worked at specifically for adopted hybrids.
Y/N chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated her relationship with the beings, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel as she waited out a red light. The radio murmured about the weather comfortingly, however, she could still feel the nervousness eating away at her stomach. It’s not like she had never talked to a hybrid, plenty of her parent’s friends had one or two. However, she couldn’t ever shake the feeling that like actual animals, hybrids could sense things about her that humans could not. In an all-knowing, exposing way.
She blasted through the last yellow light, spotting the bright gold kettle that served as a giant Starbucks sign next to Government Center, and miraculously found a street parking spot nearby. Y/N was only ten minutes late, but in Ben’s mind, she might as well have been an hour late. Taking a quick peak in her rearview mirror, she pinched her cheeks to bring some life back into her complexion, ruffled her hair, and hastily shoved her wallet and keys into the pocket of her lavender scrubs.
The sun was starting to set as she scuttled towards the entrance of Government Center, dreading the humidity and musty smell of the MBTA station. Ben and Roy told her to meet them inside of the station, where the couple met after Roy’s office hours. Stumbling over a cobblestone in her clunky clogs she wore to work, she cursed loudly as a pack of college students giggled at her outside of the Starbucks. Giving them a passionate Boston-style middle finger, she straightened up when she heard her name.
“Y/N! Jesus Christ, over here!” Ben’s sharp voice cut through the Friday night rush hour traffic. Whirling around, she noticed Ben’s perfectly coiffed head of red hair, one of his Gucci loafers tapping the sidewalk impatiently. Behind him, sitting sheepishly on a fountain ledge, was his fiance, Roy. Y/N all but ran over to the two of them.
“Shit– I’m so sorry I’m late– I got caught up in surgery and had to talk to my boss about the leave, plus the traffic, I swear, these Emerson students walk into the street on purpose,” Y/N heaved, right hand clutching her pounding heart. Roy chuckled lightly as he stood from his perch, hand smoothing over the back of Ben’s tweed suit.
“I texted you this morning to remind you about tonight! Scatterbrain,” Ben scolded, his annoyance tempered by Roy’s gentle hand. Y/N always thought Roy was the best thing to ever happen to Ben.
Ben Alpin was Y/N’s childhood neighbor, and although he was four years older, they were attached at the hip all throughout their youth. Ben was an amazing friend to have growing up; he was outgoing and sharp of tongue, always protective like an older brother. Considering Y/N had no siblings, Ben was the closest to one she ever had. They had gone to separate high schools, where Ben had flourished in leadership programs and dominated student council. He had always jokingly said that “money was his dream”, but Y/N knew that what he really wanted was to be a leader of some kind. He had eventually gone to Harvard Law, and was now a successful business lawyer. So successful, he was able to afford a brownstone on Beacon Hill – in the end, Y/N supposed he did indeed achieve his dream of money.
Ben had met Roy Heath at Harvard post-grad, Roy being a new professor of architecture attending a leadership seminar Ben was hosting at the university. As far as personality, the two balanced each other out so well it was almost cosmic. Incredibly patient, calm, and easy-mannered, Roy could de-escalate a classic Ben meltdown in seconds. Y/N adored Roy, he had become a dear friend to her almost as quickly as he entered her life. He often helped her work on her house on the weekends, which offered her not only someone to reach high areas of the ceilings with a paintbrush, but a grounding presence to bask in. The two planned on getting married in less than a year, after Roy published his current thesis.
“I know, I know… I even replied to your message! Just goes to show how absolutely fried I am these days,” Y/N complained, smacking her face against Ben’s chest and squeezing his midsection until he wheezed. Patting her back, she felt his chest rumble in amusement, surprisingly not as angry as she thought he’d be for her tardiness.
“It’s okay, Y/N, you were barely even ten minutes late. I doubt ten minutes will determine whether or not there’s a hybrid for us,” Roy reassured her, stooping low to give her a brief hug after she let go of Ben. The latter scoffed, intertwining his fingers with Roy’s, before rolling his blue eyes. “I found three shelters online the past few months, so we’ll see which one is lucky.”
“Don’t forget that seedy one over in Downtown Crossing. That’s our last resort,” Ben added. Ben, ever the realist, had been forwarding articles about hybrid scarcity to Y/N for the last six months. For some reason, the supply of hybrids could not keep up with the growing demand of those who wish to adopt. Y/N suspected the worst – sport hunting was growing in popularity. She did not vocalize her opinion to the couple.
“Let’s get going. The first one is right up the street by that sucky Irish pub,” Ben declared, pushing a graying-brown curl behind Roy’s ear affectionately. They were nauseatingly adorable, Y/N thought.
Setting off, Y/N told the two all about how she asked for her leave, what she planned on doing while she had time off, and of course, her house. Stopping at a crosswalk, Ben looked at her inquisitively.
“So, any luck finding roommates for that big old creepy house of yours?” He asked, an eyebrow arching up into his hairline at the absurdity. Y/N pouted, yet another situation she found kept her awake at night.
Her maternal grandparents, the very same ones that took her yearly to the circus as a kid, lived in a gorgeous Stick Style Victorian manor outside of Boston when she was growing up. It had been in her family for generations, built in the 1860’s for some wealthy judge and his wife. Y/N loved the house more than anything, its hundreds of nooks, crannies, passageways, and secrets made her giddy like a child every time she went home. She had moved into the home after college, when her grandparents became too old to live on their own. They lived with her mother and father down the street, but Y/N couldn’t bear to leave the beautiful Victorian empty. The house itself would have been part of her inheritance, so she figured why not move in immediately after college?
What she didn’t realize was that her grandmother was a bit of an antiques hoarder, and her grandfather didn’t like to “fix what ain’t broke”. Meaning, the last time the place had any kind of repairs or facelifting was in the sixties. Y/N had her work cut out for her between scraping linoleum off of the kitchen floor and managing the several acres of trails and gardens on the property. Additionally, the place was gigantic – with 10 bedrooms, she could have a convent of nuns move in with her. It was this reason, (certainly not the fact that she could really use someone who could operate a ride-on lawnmower) that she had been asking around her pool of friends if they were looking for a place to live. She hadn’t found any luck.
“Don’t remind me of that. Seriously, my head’s going to explode. I’ve been asking around for months, I’ve even told people they could pay me three walnuts to live there,” Y/N groaned, following the couple across the street. Roy was practically pissing his pants, face red with glee.
“You know, Y/N, Roy spends enough time there hauling out your grandma’s chair collection, he should move in.”
“Hey! Working on that house is hands-on experience for me. It’s not very often architects get to work freely on a Victorian,” Roy nudged Ben with his shoulder, having to lean down six inches. The sight made Y/N snort.
“I’m just going to throw in the towel. Maybe I’ll get five cats and they can have the run of the place,” Y/N said thoughtfully. At least with cats, she wouldn’t have to worry about a roommate filling her old home with modern Ikea decor.
“Oh, yeah, really solidify your granny status with that. Sexy,” Ben teased, head craning backwards to give her a cheeky grin. She stuck her tongue out at him, pointing beyond his nose to the sign in front of him reading Hattie’s Hybrids.
“Okay! This is the first one, let’s all say a quick prayer to whoever’s listening… Oh, I’m so excited, Ben,” Roy was practically bouncing, the perfect picture of an excited father. Or, potentially soon-to-be father.
Roy’s excitement was short-lived. Pulling on the door handle, Ben realized the shop was locked up. Cupping his hands and pressing his face into the window, he frowned.
“The lights are on, but the place looks deserted! I swear, I checked the hours online and they’re supposed to be open,” Ben exclaimed, puzzled.
“Right here, honey,” Roy sighed, tapping a taped-up sign on the window.
We do not have any hybrids at this time. Please check back in the upcoming weeks.
“What?” Ben’s voice pitched upwards, scanning the paper. “Great. The next shelter is three blocks away. I’m going to need a drink.”
“After we check out the next two shelters,” Y/N warned, knowing how rowdy Ben could get on a Friday night bar crawl. Ben shook his hand twice, yeah, yeah, before following Roy down the sidewalk to the next location. Feeling a touch of exasperation that Hattie’s Hybrids couldn’t save her from a whole night of traipsing around the city, she closely tailed her friends in search of the next place.
“Fuck! I needed that,” Ben slammed his shot glass down on the crumbling wooden bar, holding up his finger to the bartender to leave the bottle of tequila behind.
The next two shelters Roy had found were similarly locked up and deserted, which caused Ben to fly into pissed-lawyer mode.
“How do these people even make money? I can’t understand why there doesn’t seem to be a single shelter in the city of Boston with hybrids. Where are they all?” He continued, pouring himself another shot. Roy looked discouraged, nursing a Budweiser and rubbing slow circles along Ben’s lower back.
Y/N was similarly distressed. It was getting late, she had been in surgery most of the day, and all she wanted was to crawl into her bed. Instead, she found herself slumping around the humid city, already buzzed off of a stiff gin martini, like she was in grad school again. Mostly, she felt bad for her friends – all they wanted was to have a family together. Swirling an olive around in her glass, she hummed.
“So I take it, we're off to the ‘seedy’ place,” Y/N encouraged, taking the last sip of her martini. They had ended up in a bar in Downtown Crossing anyways, so at least she wouldn’t have to walk up the hill towards the State House again. Ben grunted.
“Please. If those three places were shut down, I doubt the last resort is harboring a miracle. We’ll go for shits and giggles, the hot dog cart is by there anyways. I’ll have to do more research before we find our little one, Roy…” Ben trailed off sadly, downing his third shot with a shake of the head.
“It’s alright, honey, we’ll do it together,” Roy affirmed, a sweet smile spreading across his face. Y/N felt her martini rise in her throat at the purity of it all.
Slapping down a fistfull of cash, Ben rose from his stool, rolling his shoulders back.
“Come on, granny, last stop before you can race back to the Haunted Mansion,” Ben helped Y/N up from her seat, leading her to the exit.
The last shelter was less than a block away from the bar. Ben swore when the hot dog cart seemed to have shut down for the day. Roy was busy gaping at the flickering lightbulb outside of the last shelter, which had a chipping sign that simply read HYBRIDS. The door was propped open with a wooden block, the lights were on, and there was a man hunched over a cellphone at the front of a store.
“Holy–” Roy clamped a hand over Ben’s mouth, probably trying to save him from a bad first impression. Y/N was just as floored as her friend, staring dumbly at the shabby storefront, barely registering Roy pushing Ben into the shelter. Scrambling after them, Y/N entered the building.
The place was entirely gray. The walls, the tin desk with an ancient register, the old guidebooks lining dusty shelves, all radiated a depressing emotion. Even the man behind the desk, still watching a noisy pre-season Patriots game, had dull gray hair and a sagging complexion. Stifling a smirk at how out of place ritzy Ben looked, Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth as she sifted through a rack of hybrid-specific clothes that were about as old as she was. Roy cleared his throat, standing before the desk, Ben uncharacteristically silent as the man grumbled with annoyance, peering up at the three of them.
Setting his phone down, the man stood arthritically before painting on a customer-service smile.
“And how can I help youse today?” Y/N nearly snickered at the man’s Quincey accent, alcohol making her a little giddy, until she realized this man just might be the saving grace of her Friday night. “We’re havin’ a sale on them jeans over there,” the man pointed to the rack Y/N had steadied herself on.
“Uh, okay, good to know. Actually, we’re here to potentially adopt, if you have any hybrids available, that is,” Roy took the lead, Ben’s eyes glazed over as he stared at a cobweb on the ceiling. The man made a noise of understanding in the back of his throat, grabbing a key ring from the desk drawer.
“Got just one, follow me,” the man motioned to them with a finger, unlocking the door at the back of the shop behind a shelf of books. Roy looked a bit disheartened, the chances of the lone hybrid at the shelter being a child slim to none. The trio stepped through the threshold anyways, the back room filled with what could only be compared to empty jail cells sans doors, the scent of cleaning products heavy in the air. Y/N was shocked by Ben’s continued silence, analyzing his stony expression as they reached the back of the room. There was a slim hallway to Y/N’s right, dimly lit, but they did not go down that way.
“Got this one in about two hours ago. She’s the smallest of her siblings, apparently… too hyper for them fancy shelter’s customers, or so’s I’ve been told by the person who dropped her ‘ere. Name’s Daisy, up-to-date on her doctor’s visits, guaranteed,” the shopkeeper rattled off, scratching the back of his head. He stepped to the side, allowing Ben and Roy to peer into the chamber Daisy was in.
Sat on the little bed in the corner, engrossed in a colorful picture book, was a little girl about four years old. She had beautiful white blonde hair, long white lop ears sprouting from her crown, and was wearing a sundress with strawberries on it. She looked very well taken care of, a teddy bear clamped under her arm and hair neatly brushed. One of her ears twitched at the sound of the man’s voice, large chocolate eyes darting upwards. A tiny, toothy grin stretched across her precious face as she jumped up from the bed, book clattering to the floor.
“Oh my gosh!” Ben gasped delightedly, the little bunny hybrid gathering a fistfull of his pant leg. Y/N was flabbergasted at the sight of such an angelic little girl in such a drab, depressing place. How in the hell did nobody adopt her?
“Hi! Hi, you’re here! They’re loud…” Daisy practically vibrated with energy, shaking the material of Ben’s pant leg excitedly. Her eyes darted down the narrow hallway Y/N had spotted moments before, one of Daisy’s ears lifting in that direction.
“She’s beautiful! I can’t believe it – we were looking for a child just like her! Ben, what do you think?” Roy was so happy, his face was entirely pink as he bent down to say hello. The hybrid seemed to not have an ounce of shyness in her body, thrusting her teddy bear into Roy’s hand and telling him the bear’s name.
“I think that this place was harboring a miracle after all,” Ben said in a disbelieving tone, simply glowing at Roy and Daisy’s interactions. She was chattering on about her morning, what she wanted to eat for dinner, and her new book.
“I don’ think she’ll be here for very long,” the shopkeeper called from next to Y/N. He looked like he was aching to get back to his Patriots game. “If you wanna adopt, I suggest you do it tonight.”
“What breed is she? How old, and how much, and where do we sign?” Ben asked rapidly, blushing furiously as Roy picked Daisy up when she stretched her arms out to be held. Y/N could hardly believe the events unfolding in front of her; she knew that the couple was prepared to adopt that very night, but she was sure they wouldn’t be able to find what they were looking for right away. Suddenly, she felt like she was intruding on a private moment, no matter how close she was to Ben and Roy.
“Uh…” the man pulled his eyebrows together, checking a clipboard velcroed to the wall. “She just turned four. Lionhead rabbit, the fancy Latin name ‘ere too if you want it. Adoption fee for her…” looking thoughtfully at Ben’s Gucci loafers, the man smirked. Y/N turned away, feeling ill from her martini, stalking off slightly down the mysterious hallway. “... $2,500. I’ll print up them papers in the office.”
Slinking down the short hallway, Y/N took a deep breath. Daisy was like a gift from some cosmic entity, and it almost seemed too good to be true. She felt warmth spread through her chest as she thought about the spare room in Ben’s townhouse, already decked to the nines with children’s toys and furniture. Daisy would want for nothing, and it was as if Ben and Roy had already fallen in love with her. Dragging her fingertips along the cinder block walls, she made a surprised sound at the heavy metal door a few feet away from her. Further down the hall, there was a normal wooden door left ajar, an office, from the looks of it. Humming, she turned her attention to the safe-like door, a big red sign nailed to the left of it. The sign read: Exotics and Aggressives - Do Not Enter.
Now that sign certainly caught her attention – all she had to read was Exotics before a happy sensation flooded through her. Giddy, she began to rise on her tiptoes to peek through the small square window of the door, when she heard a throat clear behind her. Startled, she whipped around, guilt painting her features as the shopkeeper eyed her suspiciously.
“I wouldn’ get too close to them, if I were you, young lady,” the man said, hands on his hips. “They’ll take off your arm in a second.”
Arching an eyebrow, Y/N’s curiosity was piqued even more with this statement. The man sighed, pointing at the window.
“Go ahead, take a look. They’re all vicious, the jaguar bastard bit me yesterday,” he muttered, tenderly rubbing a bandage on his left forearm. Staring at the man, as if to decipher if he was egging her on or not, Y/N turned back to the window, finally peering in.
The room was large, but all divided by iron bars, like giant cages they would keep big animals in at the clinic. At first, she had to squint to see anything other than iron, but then she let out a startled gasp as her eyes focused.
She counted four hybrids, fully shifted into their animal forms. First, her sight landed on a gorgeous, albeit underweight, leopard, laying on its side, asleep. In the cell next to it was what appeared to be a coyote, turned away from the door and shaking like a leaf in the corner.
“My God,” Y/N whispered, taking in the third animal, a black jaguar, most likely the one that had bitten the shopkeeper. It was asleep, breathing labored, as blood oozed from a jagged cut on his side.
Anger welled up inside of her, beginning to turn to the shopkeeper in wrath, before her breath was cut off by the sight of the final animal she could see: the biggest Northwestern wolf she had ever seen, and it was staring right back at her. Undoubtedly a male, the wolf’s amber eyes bored into hers, ears swiveling forward in alert and teeth baring immediately. The creature’s expression sent shivers down her spine, even as he was laying down in his cell separated by the heavy door Y/N was pressed against. Unable to tear her gaze away from the wolf, she forgot all about her bed calling her name, about Ben and Roy, and about Daisy.
“Who are they?” Y/N asked, eventually breaking eye contact with the wolf. Looking at the shopkeeper, who had pulled out his phone to check on the Patriots, didn’t even spare the door a glance.
“Bunch o’ bastards. We get the unadopted hybrids that are found wandering the streets, the ones that are rejected by other shelters, sometimes from circuses or zoos if they stop doin’ what they’re supposed to,” he replied, sounding bored. He began to walk away, heading towards the office, when Y/N pulled herself away from the door to urgently grab his wrist.
“Wait! I– oh,” she let go of his wrist, blushing in embarrassment. “What’s going to happen to them?” Y/N asked, fearing the worst. The man scoffed, beginning to get annoyed with her questions.
“Listen, lady, I’ve got a guy from Manhattan coming in tomorrow morning to pick up them animals. He’s offering seven G’s for all seven of em’... for hunting or something, I don’ really care what for. It’s payday tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to send that rabbit on her way with your buddies so I can finish the game in peace,” with that, the man stalked to the office, muttering something about “women”, the sound of a stuttering printer filling the hallway.
Affronted, Y/N felt her heart begin to race, thinking about the beautiful leopard being hunted down, and the chances of the injured jaguar living past tomorrow evening. Feeling more ill than ever, the disgust for the world she lived in infiltrated every cell of her body. She peeked back into the room once more, immediately searching for the other three animals, but could not strain her eyesight into the far hidden corners of the room. A pained wheeze came from the jaguar, tail limply beating the floor. She looked at the wolf again, but to her surprise, he had turned around from her view and curled himself into a ball. Her heart sank, palms sliding down the door. If she didn’t feel powerless to help animals before, she certainly did at that moment.
“Y/N? Where did you go?” Roy inquired, voice raised. She blinked rapidly, ears picking up Daisy’s childish giggle, and huffed sadly for the seven hybrids behind the locked door. While her heart was breaking for them, she wouldn’t allow herself to dampen her friend’s spirits on such a wonderful night for the two of them.
She stiffened as the shopkeeper brushed past her, a packet in hand, grumbling in her direction. Curling her lip up in a snarl of disgust, she begrudgingly followed him, glancing at the metal door once more.
“The papers. Let’s sign em’ up front, come on, now,” the shopkeeper grunted, stepping into the light of the main hybrid holding room. Roy still had Daisy on his hip, his face confused as it landed on Y/N. She brightened up in the best way that she could, smiling sweetly at Daisy, who had begun to sleepily nod her head against Roy’s shoulder. Ben held her teddy bear and picture book, pacing around the space she was in as if to check for any other of her belongings.
“Sorry, guys! I had to run to the bathroom in the back,” Y/N lied, watching the shopkeeper carefully to see if he would rat her out. He rolled his eyes disinterestedly, already making his way to the storefront. Roy easily bought the lie, trusting and easygoing, face dissolving into understanding. She felt rotten about the deception, but she would feel even worse if she robbed her friends of the happy glow around them with the news of the exotic hybrids only feet away.
Ben straightened up from where he was crouched over by the bed Daisy had been sitting on, face a touch melancholy.
“Honey, is this all that you brought with you?” Ben asked Daisy, brushing a strand of hair away from her cherubic face. She cracked an eye open, peering at Ben’s outstretched hands holding her teddy bear and book. Nodding twice, she buried her face into Roy’s neck, sleep threatening to pull her under. Ben tutted, a look of adoration on his face.
“I think she likes you, Roy,” Ben whispered with glee. “Let’s go sign the papers and get her home,” Ben took Roy’s free hand, flashing a brilliant smile towards Y/N, face clear of all stress from earlier. She trailed after the new family, no longer filled with exhaustion from her eventful day, but instead was consumed with cyclical thoughts.
She felt dazed as she watched Ben smoothly sign his name on the papers, eagerly pushing them towards Roy once he finished, nearly tossing the packet off of the tin desk. The shopkeeper went back to his game on his phone, yawning, as Ben excitedly joined Y/N at the front of the store.
“Can you believe it? Y/N, what are the chances?” Ben gushed, fingers fumbling along the bookshelf stocked with the hybrid guidebooks. Digits dancing along the spines, he carefully selected one while scratching his close-cut beard thoughtfully. The book was specific to hybrid children.
“I can’t believe it. I also can’t believe it’s this easy to adopt – I mean, there’s no interview? Or background check?” With this statement, Ben turned to look at her curiously.
“Well, I know that the other shelters have at least one quick interview, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,” Ben said slowly, sensing something off about Y/N’s countenance. “Besides, look at this place. Sadly, I don’t think Belichick over there is very concerned with who walks out of here with a hybrid. What’s up? Why do you look so upset?”
Y/N shook her head, spotting a rabbit hybrid booklet and pulling it off the shelf for Ben. Her fingers paused, noticing a thicker book for wolf hybrids a couple of spines over. She snapped out of it, sensing Ben’s probing gaze, and handed him the booklet with a grin.
“I’m not upset, that martini just made me feel a little sick. I think today has just been a little crazy,” Y/N explained. Ben softened at her response and her offering of the booklet, pulling her into his side tightly.
“I haven’t thanked you yet for coming along with us today. It means more than you know, having you be here for this,” Ben confessed, squeezing her once.
“Always,” Y/N replied, tears threatening to fall for the second time that day. He let her go, lifting the books in the air, heading to the register to pay the final fee before they could leave with Daisy.
“That’ll be $3,000 even – with the tax an’ the books,” The shopkeeper punched numbers into the noisy cash register, cursing as the sport’s broadcaster announced a foul from his phone. Ben handed him his thick black credit card easily, and with the flimsy bag for the books in hand and credit card securely back in his wallet, the four left the dreary shelter without any complications.
Unlike when Y/N left the clinic earlier in the evening, exiting the shelter and breathing in the nighttime air offered no relief to her current anxiety. Roy was busy ordering a cab for their ride back to their townhouse, carefully shifting the sleeping bunny hybrid on his hip. Ben was busy blathering on about what he should whip up for Daisy’s dinner, or if he should call in some takeout. Y/N tried to steady her breathing, checking her slim wristwatch for the time. It was only 9 PM, but it felt like midnight. She considered leaving her car in the spot seven blocks away in favor of jumping on the Red Line, but wasn’t thrilled about a ticket likely being tucked under her windshield wiper come morning.
“Guys, I’m gonna get going. My car’s a little ways away, so I should start walking now,” Y/N piped up through Ben’s cooing at sleeping Daisy, both men turning to face her.
“Do you want me to walk you to your car? I can order another cab for myself after,” Ben offered, ever protective and concerned for her walking alone at night. She shook her head lightly, reaching out to stroke the back of Daisy’s head. She was irresistible and her hair was impossibly soft, and Daisy leaned into the touch even in her sleep.
“No, no, don’t worry about me. I have a taser and a knife. And my clogs are heavier than they look, for kicking some nuts. You guys should get home as soon as you can, settle her in,” Y/N said slowly, trying her best not to wake the child. Ben looked like he wanted to protest, but was cut off by the pulling up of the cab Roy ordered. Y/N pushed him towards the passenger side door, eager to spend some time thinking on the walk to her car.
“I’ll call you in the morning to check in, and I’ll even come and stop by tomorrow if you want, and ask my dad to schedule a check-up for Daisy,” Y/N offered, opening the doors for both of them. Roy gave her a swift kiss on the cheek, mouthing a thank you sincerely, carefully maneuvering his way into the backseat.
“Thank you, Y/N. Text me when you get home,” Ben hugged her once more, folding himself into the passenger seat and closing the door softly. Y/N waved as the cab drove away, waiting until it turned the corner before sparing another glance at the shelter behind her. Brushing a sticky piece of hair from her forehead, humidity pressing down on her, she set off down the street to her car.
It was close to four in the morning, and Y/N was putting away gin seltzers like it was her new job. Sweat rolled down the back of her neck, the air conditioning units she ordered not to be installed until Monday morning, as she bent on all fours scraping a hideous high-gloss varnish off of the landing on the grand staircase. Sleep evaded her after she arrived home from the shelter, even after a cooling shower and a bite to eat. Instead of tossing and turning in her bed, she decided to get thoroughly drunk, get a chunk of housework done, and pass out watching Ghost Adventures reruns on the couch in the parlor room.
Wiping sweat from her brow, Y/N leaned back on her knees and let the grip and pull scraper clatter to the floor. She had a metal playlist on, numbing her thoughts, pulsing through her little wireless speaker as she worked. The Tiffany lighting fixtures in the foyer were dim and flickering– they’d have to be replaced soon— making her eyes strain in effort as she fumbled for her drink. Greedily, she gulped down the last few swigs of the botanical liquor from the condensation-coated glass, bobbing her head at the sound of Corey Taylor’s passionate vocals. Metal was one of her favorite genres, the heaviness and noise of it clearing out all intrusive thoughts; and it just sounded so damn good. Feeling too tipsy to continue scraping varnish, she assessed her work. She had gotten half of the staircase stripped, muttering curses about her grandfather’s foolish decision to defile beautiful oak planks with period-inappropriate glossy varnish the whole time she worked.
Y/N, with the help of her mother and Roy, had made significant progress restoring the mansion for the past two years, but there was still much work to be done. The kitchen and the bedrooms were her first priority, especially when she thought she’d have roommates moving in. Roy had painstakingly gutted and designed a new kitchen for the home, one that would flow well with the old-world charm of the place but with modern comforts. Y/N had fond memories of tossing Budweisers back and forth to him last spring as they peeled lemon yellow wallpaper down from the crumbling 50’s style kitchen.
The bedrooms weren’t too difficult to restore; some had water damaged ceilings, others had horrifying The Conjuring-esque wallpaper, and a couple were stuffed to the windows with old junk her grandmother collected at antique shops around New England. Grandmother’s antique collection was good for one thing— free furnishings for the home. Her mother even helped her crack open the basement door, leading to a pretty grim, unfinished and wasted space, totally transforming it into another whole bedroom and rec room for art projects or exercising.
Y/N’s paycheck pretty much went entirely into the home, an amount set aside for food and essentials, but every penny she put into making the home beautiful again was worth it. The bedrooms were stately and comfortable, the kitchen spacious with marble floors and sleek appliances, and most of the unused items her grandmother had held onto that were broken or just plain ugly had been donated. She still had her work cut out for her with the rest of the home and the grounds, but all of the work she had accomplished had turned out beautifully.
Wobbly, she stood, grasping the railing of the staircase gingerly (considering if she applied pressure, the whole thing might clatter to the floor), empty glass in her free hand and speaker tucked under an armpit. A Deftones song began to play, making her giggle in delight, descending the steps slowly to avoid scuffing her hours of work. It was a challenge, considering the low lighting.
Traipsing through the hallway past the parlor and dining room, she reached the kitchen, lit up beautifully with brand-new stained glass fixtures. Roy’s work took her breath away every time she enjoyed a cup of coffee in the refurbished breakfast nook, and even tipsy she had to pause and admire the space. Setting the speaker down on the island, Y/N yanked the fridge open for more seltzer and gin, swaying her body to the gnashing guitar. She swore that this would be her last drink, collapsing heavily on a barstool at the island, mixing her drink sloppily and taking a hearty gulp. Cutting through the music, the grandfather clock in the hallway clanged noisily, scaring the wits out of her. Suddenly, she was aware how alone she was on a Friday night, drinking at four in the morning and tip-toeing around the house like there was a ghost about to pop out of the dining room.
Glancing around, she began to feel unease, noticing all of the space around her and how empty it truly was. It was a shame, really, that a large family wasn’t taking up the ample space, but she had always planned on either having one herself or substituting family for roommates. At times, when she was by herself in the home, she felt lonelier and more on edge than ever. It’s not that she was exactly afraid of ghosts, but it was an old home and she had watched many horror movies that involved a single woman in a creepy house.
Staring deeply into her glass, her mind went to the place she prayed it wouldn’t – to the seven hybrids left at the shelter. A sharp pang of sadness shot through her like a bolt of lightning, the glass loosening in her grip as she straightened up in her seat, music suddenly making her head pound uncomfortably. Slapping the off button on the speaker aggressively, she groaned loudly, the sound echoing throughout the hollow halls of the house. Fisting her hands through her hair, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut.
Come morning, when she would peel herself out of bed and cradle an AlkaSeltzer to her chest in the bathtub, those seven hybrids would likely be loaded into some kind of horse trailer to their imminent doom. Chased, hunted, humiliated and killed, all for sick enjoyment. She felt booze crawl up her throat, foolishly washing it down with another sip of the same poison. Perhaps a few of them would get away, but perhaps not. And the ones who didn’t, maybe the injured jaguar or the malnourished leopard, what would become of them after their deaths? Would they be left in the woods, would they be stripped of their coats? Blood rushed to her face, heating up her entire body with the beginnings of a panic attack.
“Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?” Y/N exclaimed, standing suddenly. She began to pace around the kitchen, calming herself in the best way she could for her panic. The thought of the hybrids dying became unbearable, even if she hadn’t even seen the other three that were tucked in the corners of that dark back room. Practically tearing her hair out, she stared out the glass door to the backyard patio, full moon illuminating the foliage. Without thinking, she tossed on her light denim jacket she’d left hanging on an old hatstand, and hurried out into the backyard.
Crickets chirped as she sucked a deep breath in of cool nighttime air, collapsing on one of the lounge chairs near the door. Counting her breaths as she focused on the hazy stars in the sky, gentle wind rustled the willows beyond the pavingstones of the patio. Familiarly, her fingers dove into the pocket of her jacket, finding the lighter and carton of menthols her cousin had smuggled to her from Rhode Island. It wasn’t a healthy habit, but Y/N had carried on the drunk distress cigarette tradition she had picked up with her friends in college whenever she felt the urge. It was a small rebellion.
Flicking the lighter, cigarette balanced between her lips, she took a cathartic drag, closing her eyes as she exhaled. She felt a calming, minty sensation blanket her immediately, the sounds of nature refocusing her thoughts. Smoke curled and danced in the air, and she tried to make out shapes in the forms. Humming, she craned her neck backwards, taking in the imposing height of her house, and froze with the cigarette dangerously hanging from her mouth.
The mansion had 10 bedrooms. It had a small guesthouse that needed some work, a library room, numerous nooks and plenty of bathrooms. Vast grounds with trails, gardens, and water. A kitchen for a family on TLC reality show, multiple lounge rooms, two towers, even. Y/N had plenty of space, plenty of loneliness, and money.
An idea so crazy enough for her to flinch to a stand, knocking the cushion off of the lounge chair, struck her like a freight train. She could adopt all seven of the hybrids. Laughing, a sound that was akin to Gollum from the absurdity of the thought, she stuck the cigarette into the ancient outdoor ashtray. If she was a touch more sober and sane, she’d take a couple Benadryl and sleep her fantastical thoughts away.
Marching out to the yard, she took a better look at the house in the moonlight. Only her bedroom, the kitchen, and the foyer she was working in less than a half hour ago was illuminated. Y/N imagined the whole house lit merrily, string lights on the patio twinkling with use and the picnic tables set for a beautiful summer cookout. The image in her mind almost tore a sob through her chest, because that was what the house was always for; for family and celebration of life.
Ben had always teased Y/N for lacking the logical mind of someone who was a medical professional. Y/N had always chalked it up to her hippie mother and her fantastical side of the family, straight out of Practical Magic. If Ben was there at that moment, he probably would have forced her into the shower with her clothes on to sober up.
Sober or not, Y/N figured that she would have dreamed up this solution in a cold-sweat that night in bed. As soon as she had the thought of having people to come home to, the house warm with life, her mind was made up. Besides, she couldn’t let them suffer so terribly at the hands of some hedge fund manager’s trigger happy son, it went against her very oath she swore to help creatures of any kind. Hurriedly, she made her way back into the house, switching on her coffee maker, and made a beeline for her bathroom to freshen up.
Y/N was still chuckling to herself, bumbling down the hallway to the master bedroom in a gleeful manner. She’d already come up with a plan to undermine the Manhattan man’s plans to take the hybrids away, and it was so delicious, she could hardly believe she came up with it four gin seltzers in.
Her bathroom was still outfitted with fixtures from her grandparent’s heyday, the bathtub, toilet, and sink all an off-putting swamp green, but even that couldn’t dampen her spirits. Scrubbing her teeth violently, she used her other hand to shimmy out of her “restoration sweatpants”, nearly toppling over in the effort. After splashing cold water on her face and spritzing some body spray from her head to toe, Y/N raced into her bedroom, rummaging through her dresser for a pair of linen pants and a clean tee shirt, throwing everything on and checking the time on her illuminated alarm clock. It was now almost five, and she would need to leave as quickly as possible to get to the shelter as soon as it opened.
She guessed that dealing in cash would be more tempting to the greedy shopkeeper, and she was prepared to hand over a significant sum. Her grandfather kept a three-foot tall safe in the master closet for his coin collection, and it was there that Y/N kept cash for everything from buying period appropriate curtains at some Jamaica Plain estate sale to unlikely hostage situations. Turning the lock combo with urgency, she cracked the safe open, grabbing a stack of bills from the top shelf, and slammed it shut. She tucked the band of bills into her tote bag, dangling from the post of her bed, and left the bedroom swiftly.
Returning to the kitchen, Y/N filled the largest to-go coffee cup she had with the piping hot coffee she had brewed, burning her throat by finishing what was left in the carafe. Thankfully, the drinks she had consumed were spaced out enough so she wasn’t drunk, just tipsy, something she could get rid of quickly with the coffee and adrenaline she had running through her veins. Besides, she had about two hours to completely sober up and find her way to the shelter. She pulled up the app to order a cab to the shelter, not irresponsible enough to drive in her condition, and turned off all the lights in the kitchen on her way out.
Stepping out the front door, Y/N locked the heavy deadbolt and ran down the steps of the porch, latching the gate at the front of the property when she reached it. The sky was still dark, but a little greyer with the slowly rising sun, and the mansion looked dreary and deserted. Smiling wistfully, she supposed this would be the last time she would see it look so sad.
Y/N waited on the curb for her cab, sucking down scalding coffee with her tote bag on her lap. She felt like she was carrying a Fabergé egg, the stack of $100’s laying heavily in her lap through the canvas bag. A little voice in her head told her she was absolutely nuts for what she was about to go through with, but she ignored it entirely.
What she had wanted all along was to have some kinship; especially with her friend’s lives going off in different directions. She knew that Ben and Roy would always be with her, but with the adoption of Daisy, they would have their hands full settling her in and raising her as a family. Laura was busy with her own young family, and Alice had her cat and full-time job at the newspaper. Everyone seemed to have something they could go home to, and Y/N wanted that, too. Additionally, without her job, she had ample time to care for the hybrids, to fill the hours with friendship rather than longing. She was not oblivious to the challenges that would come with the adoptions, considering the shopkeeper had mentioned the hybrids weren’t exactly friendly, but Y/N was prepared to handle all of the hiccups in order to give them a safe home.
The cab she ordered rolled down her sleepy street, headlights cutting through the oppressive humidity. Jumping up from her perch on the curb, she jogged to the passenger’s side and crawled into the car. Buckling in as the young man pulled away from the end of her driveway, she took another swig of her coffee and felt the remaining alcohol haze slip from her body like a spirit. Y/N’s heart was racing, the whirlwind of events and lack of sleep making her feel like a floating head. Even so, she knew that her mind was made up, despite the fact that she hadn’t even met the hybrids yet. Thankfully, the young man driving her to the shelter only exchanged a “good morning” with her before following his navigation into the city, leaving her to eagerly go over her “plan”.
The cab dropped Y/N off right in front of the shelter, which was to open any moment. She bounced on her heels, scanning the sidewalks for anyone dressed in a suit or hunting gear waiting nearby. The shopkeeper hadn’t mentioned what time exactly the Manhattan man was to pick up the hybrids, however, Y/N wanted to beat him to the punch as soon as the shop opened. Sneaking a peek into the window, she noticed the same man from the night before counting the register serenely. Before she could stop herself, she began to knock on the glass, making the man jump a foot into the air in surprise. Registering Y/N’s face with great surprise (and annoyance), he ambled to the door and turned the lock.
“Now, why’re you here? Tell your buddies I don’t do refunds,” he threatened, looking Y/N up and down. She imagined her appearance, purplish dark circles from her all-nighter, holey Black Sabbath tee, and hair wild with frizz. Likely, she looked like an undergrad student the night before a final exam. Y/N pulled the door open determinedly.
“I want to adopt those hybrids in that back room,” Y/N blurted out, the shopkeeper’s mouth hanging open in shock.
“What? Lady, are you insane?” The man sputtered, hobbling after Y/N as she marched to the door leading to the back.
“All seven of them. I’m prepared to adopt them all, now,” Y/N confirmed, arms crossed as she waited for him to unlock the back door. The man looked angered, hands on hips.
“So, you are nuts. Didn’ I tell you I got that guy from Manhattan picking them up today? He’ll be here in an hour or so,” The man made no motion to open the door, leaning against the register and wiping limp gray hair from his eyes.
Frustrated that she was not being taken seriously, Y/N reached into her bag, slamming the band of bills on the counter. The shopkeeper swore colorfully, flinching away from the large stack before grasping for it.
“That’s $70,000, count it. I’d like to adopt those hybrids. All of them,” Y/N enunciated. Her plan had unfolded; making a counter offer to the Manhattan man, way too tempting to refuse.
“Holy shit. I don’t care if you’re crazy, lady, you’ve got ‘em,” the man wheezed, already leafing through the stack of money greedily. “Never liked pricks from New York anyways,” he mumbled, a greasy smile spreading across his face.
Tucking the bills in his back pocket, Y/N stepped aside impatiently as he unlocked the back door and led her to the slim hallway. The room was unchanged from just a few hours ago, the scent of Clorox even stronger. She was relieved that the shopkeeper had taken the money – there was no backing out now, and there was no chance of the hybrids being shipped away to their doom.
“So, how do you wanna do this?” The shopkeeper asked, the two of them standing before the metal door to the hybrids. Freezing, Y/N stood still like a statue; she hadn’t thought that far. How would she get the hybrids home without a bus of some kind? What if they didn’t want to come with her, or didn’t like her? She didn’t even know their names, ages, or gender. Feeling a little silly, she hoped that her generous payment for the hybrids would butter up the shopkeeper enough to help her out with logistics.
Normally, people prepare for an adoption of a hybrid; including reading up on their habits and behaviors, buying a suitable wardrobe, and making sure the pantry is filled with foods for them to enjoy. Y/N had gone off half-cocked, and all she could offer the hybrids was shelter and their pick of a bedroom, for now. Their personalities might clash, they might reject her completely, and it would be hard for the hybrids to trust her right off the cuff. Not to mention, the hybrids were completely shifted to their animal form, and it was unlikely they even had a single set of clothes with them. Unlike Daisy, Y/N didn’t think they’d have books or pretty sandals that they’d be ready to walk out the door with. The thought formed a pit in her stomach, but she couldn’t be too upset with herself. The opportunity came as quickly as a summer storm, and she would not have been able to prepare for seven whole individuals in seven days — let alone in 12 hours.
“I suppose I should meet them first,” Y/N offered, wringing her hands. The light was off in the room, so she wasn’t able to see through the window on the door. “As for transportation, I’m not quite sure…” she trailed off, trying her best to look in need of assistance.
“You’ll probably have to make a couple of trips. Some of ‘em don’t get along, so start with the ones that don’t gnash their teeth at you. I got a buddy with a van I can give a call,” perfectly pleasant now, the man even gave her a toothy smile, using his comically large key ring to unlatch the deadbolt of the door. “My name’s Gerry, by the way.”
Putting a hand up to stop Gerry for a moment, she looked at him sternly.
“Why is the jaguar injured?” She demanded, giving his bandaged wound a pointed look. Gerry followed her gaze, scoffing.
“That wasn’t me, swear. Damaged goods aren’t good for business. He was dumped ‘ere that way,” Gerry replied, pushing on the door. Y/N was appalled, about to ask for more information, but Gerry had already begun to push the door open.
The door gave a deafening groan, which was followed by a series of feline hisses and deep grunts of an animal Y/N couldn’t place. Squaring her shoulders, Y/N followed Gerry into the room, his fingers fumbling for the lightswitch and flooding the room with fluorescence. Her eyes adjusted for a split second, blinking rapidly as they darted around the room.
The hybrids were still shifted. She caught sight of the jaguar, first, side still injured and lying in the same position he was when Y/N spotted him the night before. The coyote was curled up on its cot, blearily eyeing her and the shopkeeper, and the underweight leopard in the cell next to it was sitting closely to the bars separating them all, staring right at Y/N.
Standing a bit taller, she turned to get a look at the left hand corner cell she couldn’t see, trying not to look intimidated by the sight of a very large elk. The elk grunted loudly with the eye contact they made, the sound she could not place moments ago identified. Nodding thoughtfully, Y/N swallowed, stepping closer to the right side of the room, where she curiously sought out the remaining three hybrids – the two unidentified, and the wolf.
Her eyes registered the vibrant orange coat of a red fox, head inquisitively cocked at the sudden intrusion of the room. It jumped down from its cot, sticking its twitching nose through the metal bars. She had always loved foxes, and practically squealed upon seeing the perceived friendly action. Gerry backed up slightly, once blocking the furthermost cell on the right, pale in the face.
“That one… you might need a bus, if he doesn’t shift,” he said weakly, inching towards the hallway. Y/N tore her eyes away from the fox to see what he was referring to, and gasped softly.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, coming face-to-face with the largest bear she had ever seen in person. He must have been at least 10 feet tall if he was standing on his hind legs, and would make even the most experienced animal caretaker wary. Recovering quickly, she wondered what kind of bear he was, far too big to be a grizzly, and was embarrassed that she didn’t know right away.
“So, they’re all yours. I’ll get them papers ready and call Murphy about the van. We’ll work out who’s going with you and when I come back with the goods. Clipboard with information is on the wall next to the bear,” the Gerry called, already inching out to the hallway. He looked anxious to get the hell out of dodge, to the recesses of the office. Stunned, she watched him leave, various sounds of confused animals making her feel overwhelmed all at once. Y/N closed her eyes briefly, composing herself as best she could, before turning to the center of the room. Feeling eyes boring into her skull, she looked for the source, but somehow knew who it was already.
The wolf, standing in a defensive position, eyed Y/N with an intensity that made her feel like her skin would melt off. It made her want to shiver, but she knew that she had to maintain a cool head in order to establish a trusting relationship with the hybrids. Not exactly sure what to do, especially because all of the hybrids were shifted, she cleared her throat, wincing at the sound cutting through the room.
“Uh, hello. I’m Y/N,” she began, her voice a tad scratchy from her hot coffee earlier. “This is probably pretty strange to you all, considering we haven’t met before. I was here last night? My friends adopted a child here, and I happened to take a peek through the window.”
Scanning the room, most of the animals were watching her carefully. The jaguar was still on his side, but his ear was flickering, so she knew that he was listening. She continued, slowly reaching for the clipboard as if not to startle the bear that was crammed into his tiny cell.
Not noticing before, Y/N realized there was a little bathroom by the elk’s cell; she thought that the hybrids could shift and change before they left together. It would be much easier to get back to the house if they were in their human forms, as well as more comfortable, considering the size of each hybrid. They weren’t house cat hybrids– most of them were apex predators.
“Well, Gerry told me last night that there was a man coming in from Manhattan to adopt you all,” pausing when she heard a loud rumble coming from the bear. She figured the hybrids were clued in with their fate, acute hearing most likely picking up most happenings at the shelter. “And I guess I just… Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All night. One thing led to another and I found myself coming back here, so I want to apologize for lack of preparation on my part,” Y/N scratched the back of her head sheepishly, realizing she was rambling. Deciding to cut to the chase, she bit the bullet.
“I… I’m adopting you, all of you. Instead of the Manhattan man,” she announced, clutching the clipboard to her chest. A symphony of growls and noises of surprise filled the room, however, Y/N was not to be discouraged. The deed was done.
“I just left my job last night. I was an exotics veterinarian, I worked on the other side of Boston. My home has plenty of space, so I have been looking for others to live with anyway. And, I know you don’t have any reason to trust me yet, but I promise I just want to give you all a home to be comfortable in,” Y/N summed up her best elevator pitch of herself and her plans.
The coyote had jumped down from its cot, getting closer to Y/N as it could behind the bars, its yellow eyes assessing her very closely. She heard low growls coming from the wolf. Perhaps it would take a few days of convincing to get him in particular to the manor. Her first priority was hopefully bringing the jaguar with her at the very least, so she could treat his injuries and prevent further harm and infection.
It came as no surprise that the hybrids were wary of her, considering the place they had landed in. There was no way for her to tell what kinds of tribulations they had all gone through. Every day, there were articles about some of the disgusting things that happened to stray hybrids; they were forced into unpaid labor, adopted by sexually abusive owners, bought to be hunted. Just as she had no knowledge of them, they had little to go off of her own character by the state of the world.
There was a folding chair against the wall near the door, so Y/N dragged it to the center of the room slowly, the sensation of being inspected from all angles making heat rise to her cheeks. Lowering herself onto the chair, she smoothed down the first page of the clipboard.
“Okay…” she mumbled to herself, scanning the page. The sheet had pertinent data relating to species, heights, measurements and weights of both animal and human forms, as well as age, gender, and name. The first sheet was the leopard’s.
“I want to get you all out of this place as quickly as I can, but I’ll keep coming back until you’re comfortable enough to leave with me… so, you’re Yoongi? 28, male,” Y/N tilted her head towards him, what sounded like a rumble of acknowledgement came from the hybrid. She flipped through the other 6 pages slowly. So they’re all male, Y/N thought, understanding why some of them didn’t get along. Finding the page she was looking for, the jaguar named Seokjin, she studied his stats. Y/N wasn’t leaving the shelter that morning without him.
“Seokjin,” Y/N murmured, memorizing his measurements so she could buy at least one set of the decrepit clothes up front for him to change into when he shifted. Eyes flickering upwards, she noticed Seokjin had turned his head at the sound of his name, still laying on his side but finally looking at her. He was beautiful, but had an expression of sadness about him.
“So, I was thinking, since you’re injured, it’s probably best if you come with me today. I can treat your injury, I have all of the supplies at home to mend that wound in a flash,” Y/N speculated, maintaining eye contact with Seokjin. The hybrid wheezed, which was better than growling at her, so she took it as either resignation or feeble consent. Maybe it was resignation, or the hybrid was in so much pain he couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Hmm… so, I get the feeling that a few of you will need some time before you come with me, but I’d love to take a couple more of you with me today, yeah? Don’t worry – I’m signing the adoption papers for everyone today, so nobody else will come and take you God knows where. Anyone willing to take the leap and get out of here?”
Y/N was met with silence, which made her want to crawl into a hole. Not ready to give up yet, she stood, making a slow circle around the room. She avoided the wolf, who was still regarding her with hostility, as well as the bear and elk that backed away from her as soon as she approached. She would not try to engage with the hybrids that wanted nothing to do with her yet, it would be counterproductive in earning their trust. Yoongi had slunk back to his cot as she passed by his space, disinterested. Y/N bit back a chuckle, sensing he would be a bit of a character when she got to know him. Not today, then.
Circling back to the fox, who was still poking his face through the bars, Y/N grinned.
“You don’t seem to hate me, huh?” Y/N wondered aloud, consulting the clipboard for his name. “Hoseok! How ‘bout it?”
The fox blinked, pawing the ground. She registered the reaction as a green light to consider him one of the ones leaving with her today, making her feel utterly elated.
“Alright! Any other takers for today?” Y/N inquired, starting to feel mirthful. A pitiful whine came from across the room from the coyote. She remembered his name from the sheet already, he was Jimin.
“Jimin, right?” Y/N crossed the room at a glacial pace, smiling at the quivering hybrid so as not to frighten him further. He looked like he’d rather travel to Mordor than spend one more second in that shelter, so she made a mental note to bring him along that day as well. “Well, three out of seven for today is more than I was expecting, so that makes me happy,” Y/N breathed, a smile stretching across her face. Jimin’s ear fluttered, sitting shakily on his haunches in expectation.
“Alrighty, I’ve got all of the certificates, ‘ere. Just need your signatures. Murphy’s on his way,” Gerry bustled into the room, holding a stack of paper and a fountain pen. Again, he made sure he stayed far from the cells, not sparing a single glance to the hybrids. Y/N felt acute dislike for the man, but needed to remain cordial so he would allow her to return for a couple days for the others.
Walking away from Jimin, Y/N reached for the papers, adding them to the clipboard. Gerry watched her with mild interest as she sorted through the certificates, uncapping the pen. Aware of the hybrid’s stares more than ever, she signed her name carefully seven times, officially sealing the deal. The hybrids were safe, and she could breathe a little easier.
“I’d like to get some clothes from up front for them, for the ride back,” Y/N handed the pen back to Gerry, tucking the clipboard close to her side. Gerry nodded, scuttling out of the room, beckoning to follow.
“I’ll be right back!” Y/N assured the seven pairs of eyes on her.
Back at the front of the shop, she studied the measurements of the men, deciding to just pick up a set for all of them. She would take them all shopping for things of their own style when they settled in later that week, the thought of enjoying a day at the outdoor mall with seven new companions filling her with anticipation.
The clothes were just as plain and dated as they were the previous night, and there was not much to pick from, but thankfully all of the sizes she needed were available. She selected various tee shirts in colors of cream, gray, and olive, as well as seven pairs of thin black sweatpants. Adding a pack of socks and underwear to her armful of apparel, she hummed, lamenting the quality. In little cubbies, there were even shoes that she could buy, so she had Gerry haul seven pairs to the front of the store.
“Murphy’ll be here in ten minutes. He’s over in Chinatown. How many you takin’ today?” Gerry asked her, hanging up the phone he had been shouting on while Y/N was choosing clothes.
“Three. I’ll be back tomorrow for the others. I might have to impose on Monday, as well,” Y/N explained, heading back to the hybrids. Gerry waved in acknowledgement, whistling and loading the boxes of shoes on a dolly to cart behind her.
Reentering the room with the stack of clothes, Y/N grunted as she piled everything on the folding chair. Seokjin had managed to roll over, head weakly lifted as he watched Y/N rip the pack of socks and underwear open. She squealed as the socks burst out of the plastic bag, catching her off guard, quickly apologizing as a startled growl came from the wolf on her right. He was definitely going to be a tough nut to crack.
Divvying up the clothes according to who they were for, she neatly folded them into piles as quickly as she could, depositing each pile in front of the hybrid they were intended for, easily accessible through the wide iron bars. Gerry had wheeled the shoes to the mouth of the room, his key to the cell doors on the top box as per her request, but went no further inside the room himself. Y/N could still hear him whistling at the front of the store, to the tune of Money, Money, Money by ABBA. Muttering about his inconsideracy, Y/N placed the shoeboxes in front of their new owners as well.
“So! I’m sorry you weren’t able to pick these yourselves, but we can go out next week or whenever you’d like to pick out clothes that are your taste. We could even order some clothes online if you’d prefer,” Y/N apologized, arms coming out to hug her midsection. She was starting to feel the fatigue of staying up for longer than 24 hours, and was running purely off of fumes at this point.
“Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin, the ride home should be here any minute. I’ll wait for you up front, and let you change,” Y/N urged gently, sensing the eagerness to leave in both Jimin and Hoseok. She felt the need to say more to the other hybrids, a bit crushed that she’d have to leave them for some time.
“The rest of you guys, I’ll be back first thing in the morning like today. I’d love it if you’d all come with me tomorrow, but we’ll talk about it then,” she turned to the elk, Jeongguk, the clipboard informed her, and admired his beautiful antlers with a wistful smile. Keys in hand, she slowly approached Jimin’s cell, unlocking the door but keeping it closed, before doing the same to Hoseok’s and Seokjin’s. A large part of her wanted to unlock all of the doors, but she didn’t want to risk an altercation between the remaining hybrids when she left for home.
With that, she gave a little wave, and retreated back to the storefront. Her heart began to race, wondering what the hybrids looked like when they shifted, how their voices sounded, and what their personalities were like. She couldn’t wait to actually hold a two-sided conversation with them, feeling like she was talking to herself for the past half hour, and paced back and forth in front of the window as she waited for Murphy’s van to pull up.
Tempted to add some guidebooks to her list of purchases, Y/N thought the better of it as she noticed the outdated materials. Her mother would be able to find what she was looking for at the library, that is, when Y/N told her about the hybrids. Blood draining from her face, she realized that nobody in her life even knew what she had just done. Grinding her teeth, a part of her basked in the feeling of having a secret just to herself, for now, even if it wouldn’t be for long. She wouldn’t even be able to put Ben off come evening.
Deciding to cross that bridge when she got to it, she jumped a foot in the air as a car noisily honked outside. Checking the window, a rusted mint green VW Microbus was double parked in front of the shelter. A sandy haired older gentleman was waving at her, mouthing her name and pointing to the backseat. Frantically, she ran out the door, approaching the vehicle.
“You’re Y/N?” The man confirmed, scanning her face expectantly.
“Yes, sir. Thank you for coming out like this,” Y/N leaned into the passenger window. “I’ve written my address down for the GPS, I’ll come back out with the others,” handing him a scrap of paper that came from the sock package, she tripped her way back into the building, bewildered. She almost fell over as she collided with another body, hands reaching out to steady her by her biceps.
“Whoa, there,” an unfamiliar voice exclaimed, immediately releasing her upon her recovery of footing. Looking up, Y/N felt her cheeks flame as she registered the man’s face.
The first thing she noticed were a pair of clever mocha colored eyes, widened in surprise. Second, of course, where the red fox ears were crowning glossy strands of mahogany hair, ears turned back flat against his head. His golden skin contrasted unfairly well with the olive tee shirt he had donned, and all at once Y/N felt overwhelmed and embarrassed.
“Hoseok?” She breathed, face on fire. Of course he had to be good looking. Backing up a foot, resisting the urge to fan herself, she watched as a cheeky grin appeared on Hoseok’s face. Starting to say something, he was swiftly cut off by the sound of a dragging foot behind him, stepping to the side in alarm. Trying to shake off her astoundment, she pulled her eyebrows together, peering around Hoseok’s frame for the source of the sound.
The two other hybrids inched towards the front door, the taller’s arm slung around the other’s shoulders for support. Gasping, Y/N moved forward to help, noticing blood seeping through the cream colored shirt Seokjin had put on.
“Oh, Jesus, can I please help you out?” Y/N hesitated reaching out, not wanting to touch someone without permission. Seokjin’s head of wavy raven hair was bobbing, skin an ashen color, and she forgot all about her previous state of fluster. It must have taken a lot of effort for him to shift and change, his energy waned to nothing.
“I don’t think he can hear you, entirely, Miss,” a rugged voice piped up: Jimin. Balking at the title, Y/N glanced at him with concern. Overgrown blonde hair covered his eyes, a concentrated grimace across his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got him,” Jimin assured her, his hand firmly gripping Seokjin’s wrist over his shoulder.
“O-Okay–”
“I’ll help you get him in the back, let’s go,” Hoseok cut her off urgently. Leaping out of the way, Y/N suddenly felt out of place as she watched Jimin drag Seokjin out of the shelter, Hoseok jogging out first and pulling the van door open. She didn’t miss the way Jimin tipped his head back, filling his lungs with fresh morning air, and Hoseok’s stiffened posture loosening up the moment his feet touched the sidewalk outside of the shelter.
“Gerry, I’ll be back in the morning. First thing!” Y/N yelled into the recesses of the shop, not caring if he replied or not.
Out on the sidewalk, she bit at her nails nervously as she watched Jimin shift to get a good hold on Seokjin’s shoulders, Hoseok grasping his ankles and hoisting him up. Seokjin groaned loudly, head rolling back, his sweaty face screwed up in pain. Y/N felt her heart break, the same way it did whenever she saw agony written all over someone’s face, and vowed to find whoever did this to him and slap them with Ben’s most aggressive lawsuit, or maybe claw their eyes out.
Hoseok bared his teeth as he hauled Seokjin’s lower body into the van gingerly. Waiting for Jimin to lift the rest of him into the van, Hoseok sat in the back seat with Seokjin’s legs dangling over his lap. Jimin had to maneuver Seokjin’s chest and head so it was propped up on his thighs, all three of them cramped in the back, breathing laboriously.
“Aw, hell, is that blood?” Murphy exclaimed, twisting his body to eye Seokjin’s bloodied shirt.
“I’ll pay for any damages, can you just take the fastest route?” Y/N shot back as she slammed the passenger door, buckling up. Murphy sputtered, looking at her like she had two heads, but obeyed by throwing the van in drive and shoving AirPods in his ears. Adjusting herself so she could face the backseat, she scanned Seokjin’s face, his eyes closed and breathing shallow. His face was positively angelic, however, marred by the shadow of pain, and he was definitely feverish judging by the sweat dripping from his hairline.
“So… where do you live?” Hoseok asked, his cadence a bit awkward as he tried to sit as close to the edge of the seat as possible. Y/N cleared her throat, tearing her attention from Seokjin’s face, returning Hoseok’s gaze.
“Outside of the city, in a wooded area by a lake. I live in my grandparent’s old house,” Y/N answered, squeezing her fists as she prayed Murphy’s driving was as fast as her’s. Hoseok half-smiled thoughtfully, looking out the window curiously as buildings rolled by. Sunlight caught gold flecks in his irises and the rich red of his hair.
As conversation halted there, Y/N started to plan out the mid-morning: she would have to roll out her grandfather’s old wheelchair for Seokjin, find the best place to treat him, show the other two around the house, and hopefully sneak in a nap somewhere along the way. Later that night, she wanted to order a few more sets of basic clothing for the hybrids until they could make it to the stores – after all, she didn’t know when the wolf hybrid would want to even be in the same room as her. She’d probably have to order some groceries, as well, there weren’t enough items in her fridge and pantry to feed everybody. Pulling out her phone, she kept track of all of the loose ends to tie up that night, ignoring missed texts from Ben crowding her lockscreen. She’d have to call him later, as well, and she wasn’t looking forward to it, luckily he was probably preoccupied with Daisy.
“Miss? You said you’re a veterinarian?” Jimin piped up after a stretch of time, brushing his hair off of his face. His eyes were a shocking shade of yellow, round and clear as a spring morning. Swallowing hard, Y/N nodded.
“I am. I worked with exotic animals, like parrots, lizards… I even treated a giraffe at one point. Though, hybrids, I have not treated before…” Y/N trailed off, unnerved by Jimin’s intense eye contact. He seemed significantly less jittery now that he was shifted into his human form, which was relieving. “But, I know that I’ll be able to help Seokjin, for sure– and my father can come by, as well. He specializes in hybrid cardiology.”
Jimin’s sandy colored ears pricked up in interest, with this, his shoulders relaxing an inch. Interestingly, the three hybrids had no animosity between them, seemingly, as Seokjin was passed out, and Y/N wondered which ones didn’t like each other. She wondered if Laura, the master of conflict resolution in her friend group, could swing by in the future and give her some tips.
“Hybrid cardiology?” Hoseok repeated, an eyebrow raised. Nodding enthusiastically, Y/N cringed as Murphy took a sharp turn off of the highway towards her town.
“He went to school for cardiology, because my grandfather on his side passed away from congestive heart failure quite young. He eventually became part of a group study that practiced surgical procedures for hybrids when my mother was pregnant with me, for some additional experience. My mother told me that he enjoyed working with hybrids so much, and that the field had so much improvement to make, my father focused his studies on hybrid cardiology from then on. Up until a year ago he had a practice in Boston, now he’s semi-retired— he can still access his office and do examinations,” Y/N explained. Her father had helped trailblaze heart surgical procedures for hybrids, and would love the news of Y/N’s spur-of-the-moment adoptions. Another phone call to add to the list.
Hoseok and Jimin listened to her carefully, and while she was grateful they seemed to express at least a little interest in her life, she was absolutely dying to know more about them. Sadly, she knew that it would take a lot of time to get close enough to ask personal questions, and knew better than to pry right off the bat. While they didn’t say more than a few words compared to her ramblings, it felt nice to have someone listen.
“I’ll have to go back to the shelter tomorrow to pick up the others, as I’m sure you heard, but you’re welcome to come with me into the city again then! Maybe we can stop at a drugstore on the way back so we can pick up toiletries and snacks,” Y/N offered hopefully. Jimin opened his mouth and closed it, eyes flicking downward as if he was conflicted. She began to backtrack when she remembered how anxious he seemed at the shelter, internally scolding herself.
“Sure, I’ll come with you,” Hoseok replied quickly, flashing a lovely smile. Overjoyed, Y/N returned the grin, admiring just how pretty his smile was – after all, it was the first time she saw it in its entirety.
“Jimin,” Y/N continued, not wanting to put him in a tight spot, “If you’d like, you can write me a list and I can pick up whatever you need. It’s a good idea to have someone stay with Seokjin while he comes down from his fever, and you can settle in.”
Biting down on his thick lower lip, Jimin looked both alleviated and a touch guilty, a peach blush dusting his cheeks.
“If that’s alright, Miss, I’ll watch over Seokjin for you,” Jimin answered, hand reaching up to tug at something on his head that wasn’t there, as if he had an imaginary hat on. The action was odd, Jimin slightly frowning as he realized his fingers grasped air. Pretending not to notice, Y/N turned the right way in her seat as the familiar library building passed by, her mother’s car parked out front; they were almost home.
“Oh! We’ll be there soon!” Y/N exclaimed, bouncing in her seat. She stole a glance at Seokjin, who was fast asleep, oblivious to the chatter between the rest of them. Hoseok was locked in on the scenery of the town, small shops she grew up around zooming by, beautiful August flowers studding the storefronts. The fall festivals would be coming up in less than a month, and bringing the hybrids to the events would be a blast. Thinking of the hayrides, harvest stands, and apple picking filled her mind, now that she finally had time to attend the festivals.
Murphy pulled out an earbud, snapping gum between his teeth.
“Next street over?” He yelled, earning a gravelly moan from Seokjin. Y/N had the feeling Murphy was a bit hard of hearing.
“Yes, yes,” Y/N waved, directing him where to park. She’d have to unlatch the gate and blast into the house for the wheelchair.
Murphy crawled to the end of the street, Y/N tapped her foot, watching her neighbor’s old Victorians pass by. The hybrids in the back seat were quiet, the only sound in the van coming from the GPS. Finally pulling up in front of Y/N’s house, the last one on the dead end street, she breathed a sigh of relief, unfastening her seatbelt.
“This is it!” Y/N announced nervously. She hoped that they would like the house, that it wouldn’t be too old and scary looking to them. If the hybrids held any opinions on the exterior, they kept them to themselves, ears alert as they both leaned towards the window to take a look. Admittedly, the view of the house was pretty obstructed by the large willows planted in the front yard, but the shapes of the roof peaked over enough to get a glimpse. Debriefing Hoseok and Jimin on her plan to retrieve the wheelchair, she had them wait in the van while she ran into the house.
Jimin and Hoseok maneuvered Seokjin as gently as they could into the leather wheelchair. Murphy honked his way down the street as he left, and thankfully none of Seokjin’s blood seeped into the seats of the van. Y/N insisted on pushing the wheelchair despite Jimin’s protests, Seokjin still fever dreaming and mumbling incoherently. She had to take the hybrids in the side door where the wooden ramp fashioned for her grandfather’s wheelchair led into the kitchen.
“This place is huge,” Hoseok observed, getting a better look at the building once in the backyard. Looking back at the two hybrids trailing behind her, Y/N noticed Hoseok’s mouth hanging ajar, eyes roaming over the windows and steep eaves of the roof. The house was pretty imposing, painted dark shades of maroon and gray, but it was light and airy inside, something she knew the hybrids would love.
“Yeah, it is. I used to get lost in some of the nooks and back staircases when I was really little, my dad got me Barbie walkie talkies for Christmas one year when it became a frequent problem,” Y/N chuckled at the memory. “Back when it was new, a wealthy local judge had it built for his wife. They had six children, so it has more bedrooms and living spaces than the average Victorian.”
She eased the wheelchair over a bump in the pavingstones, finally back to the patio where she had only been hours ago. It was almost impossible to believe where she was now compared to just a short time ago.
“Looks like you’ve got some real nice grounds in the back here, Miss,” Jimin added, bright eyes sparkling as he took in the fauna in the backyard. Y/N froze as she attempted to unlock the kitchen door, casting Jimin an embarrassed look.
“Thank you, Jimin, we can walk around the trails tonight if you’d like – and I can show you my poor landscaping skills! And please, you can just call me Y/N,” she insisted, smoothly yanking the sliding door open. She heard him sputtering, along with a snort from Hoseok.
“We made it! Okay, so I’ll give you guys a proper tour after I treat Seokjin, but this is the kitchen,” Y/N gestured about the room, the mid-morning light warming the room pleasantly. Thankfully, she had cleared away her gin glass from last night before she left that morning, so the kitchen was absolutely spotless and ready for dinner. Hoseok whistled lowly, skimming a palm along the granite island. With the restaurant-sized refrigerator, multiple ovens, beautiful cooktop and walk-in pantry, Y/N was more excited than ever to reignite her passion for cooking and baking now that she had others to share food with.
Pressing on, Y/N wheeled Seokjin towards the hallway, opting to put him in the nearest bedroom to her’s until he was well enough to pick one for himself.
“Either of you like to cook?” Y/N wondered aloud, slow footsteps behind her flooding out into the hallway. Cringing as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that the possibility of them having access to a kitchen could be slim. Stupid!
“The only thing I can make is a hamburger,” Hoseok said mournfully. So far, he had taken her completely by surprise, and her anxieties were quelled. Y/N laughed heartily at this response, looking forward to teaching him and the others how to make a few other staples in the future instead of lamenting over their pasts she didn’t even know about yet. Jimin even allowed a small chuckle to escape, with this, the mood light despite the circumstances.
Passing through the foyer, by the dining room and parlor, they arrived at the bedroom, which was once where Y/N stayed before her grandparents moved out. It still had her large bookcase filled with all of her favorite books and encyclopedias, a small geode collection lining the desk, and her old wardrobe filled with clothes from her teenage years. When Seokjin got better, she’d have to clear out space on the bookshelf and the wardrobe. Acting with urgency once more, she pushed the wheelchair into the sunny sage green room.
“Let’s get him onto the bed,” Y/N switched into vet-mode, pulling the comforter on the bed back and easing Seokjin’s sneakers off. Hoseok and Jimin pulled Seokjin up by his armpits, heaving him onto the queen-sized mattress, moans of protest coming from the jaguar hybrid. The two stepped back as Y/N rounded the bed frame, getting a good look at Seokjin’s face.
His fever had spiked, hairline completely soaked, skin pale and blotchy pink. Breathing shallowly, Seokjin’s eyebrows were scrunched together in pain. Bending over to grasp for the medical kit Y/N placed there earlier, she placed it on the bed, sorting through the items she’d need right away. She pushed damp hair off of his forehead, using the back of her hand to check his temperature, cursing at the ovenlike body heat coming off of him.
“Jimin, do you mind wetting a cloth or two with cool water for me in the bathroom just there please? There should be some face cloths in a basket on the sink,” Y/N asked, pointing to the ajar door to the un suite.
“O-of course,” Jimin stuttered, hastily crossing the room and disappearing into the bathroom. Y/N took Seokjin’s pulse at the base of his throat, which was thankfully thrumming strong against her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she carefully lifted the hem of his soiled shirt to reveal the wound on his right side.
A series of healed scars littered the hybrid’s body, standing out against his damp skin. He was bruised in several places along his torso, shades of purple and green mottling around the site of the open wound. It looked like he had taken a few years of beatings or had fallen off of a ladder judging from the damage. Gritting her teeth, she examined the cut, which was miraculously uninfected, but still dribbling blood. The wound was not a puncture, but wide enough to not be able to mesh together without treatment, likely the reason it was still bleeding. Her fingers gently grazed the bruise by the site, Seokjin flinching even in his stupor. The wound was not deep enough to require stitches, but it was gnarly enough for butterfly bandages and gauze. She would have to periodically change his dressings, making sure an infection wouldn’t set in, but there was a lot less she had to do than she originally thought.
“Here you go, Y/N,” Jimin returned, making the effort to drop the earlier “Miss” title, three cloths wrung out and rolled up in his outstretched hand. In the other, he had even filled the glass for the toothbrushes with more water. Looking up to him with a grateful smile, she set the glass on the nightstand and placed a cloth over Seokjin’s forehead gingerly. Feeling him still looming over her, if she should need anything else from him, she set the cup of water on the nightstand carefully.
“Thank you, sweetheart, why don’t you and Hoseok sit tight on the couch until I finish up and I’ll show you around. I’m sure you’d love to settle in and relax,” Y/N said, using another cloth to begin swabbing away dried blood from Seokjin’s chest. Jimin had gone pink, mouth opening and closing again, before hurrying over to Hoseok already sitting on the green couch when the latter cleared his throat in amusement. Y/N fell into silence, searching her kit for some bruise cream.
“Where’re you from, Jimin? That accent of yours certainly isn’t Bostonian,” Hoseok questioned, crossing an ankle over his knee. Loading up a piece of gauze with disinfectant, Y/N pretended she wasn’t listening to their conversation as she worked, hand pressed lightly on Seokjin’s chest so he wouldn’t flinch off of the bed due to the stinging sensation.
“I’m from southern Montana, my family is still there. I worked on the Yellowstone Park ranch,” Jimin answered easily, Hoseok making a hum of acknowledgement. “You?”
“Ah… I’ve been to so many places over the years, I can’t say that I remember where I was originally. Could have been London, might have been Paris. Around the time I was 17 I was brought to the States,” Hoseok said vaguely. Y/N had the feeling he was leaving out certain pieces of information purposefully, the tone of his voice genuinely surprised someone had asked him a personal question. Arching a brow, she applied the bruise cream on all of the spots she could see on Seokjin, hoping the cooling properties of the formula would ease some discomfort brought on by the fever. Hybrids healed faster than humans, so Seokjin would probably be able to get out and about by tomorrow afternoon, but she wanted to make sure he felt better as soon as possible.
The site of the wound cleaned, Y/N began to carefully place butterfly bandages on it. Her eyes felt like they were beginning to cross with fatigue as she fastened the last one by a rib, balling up the paper wrappings and stuffing them in her pocket. All she had left to do was cover the bandages in gauze and tape, and monitor his fever periodically – the thermometer she had pointed at Seokjin’s forehead told her his fever wasn’t something that required medications.
“So, a ranch? What, were you a cowboy?” Hoseok continued, preventing Jimin from asking a question first. Jimin sucked his teeth in annoyance, crossing his arms and leaning away from the fox hybrid. The sandy fur of Jimin’s tail stood on end, a defensive though uncontrollable action.
“You could call it that if you want, but we were ranchers. Mainly, we managed the cattle, trained horses, and maintained the park’s wildlife. I wasn’t Clint Eastwood,” Jimin grit his teeth, the words coming between them. Jimin must have gotten a remark like that hundreds of times to warrant that reaction, which made Y/N hide an involuntary snort as she taped down the gauze rectangle on Seokjin.
Hoseok was laughing freely, his eyes squinting in humor while Jimin fumed on the furthest spot of the couch away from him, ears flat against his hair. Frowning, Y/N felt too bad to leave Seokjin in a shirt soiled with sweat and blood, so she straightened up and walked across the room to the wardrobe stuffed with her teenage garb. She was very into baggy band shirts in high school, so she knew that there would be at least one in the drawer that could accommodate Seokjin’s wide shoulders.
“Good lord, I’m sorry, Jimin. I wasn’t expecting you to react like that,” Hoseok wiped a tear from his eye, sighing happily. Contrary to his unwillingness to reveal much about himself, Hoseok seemed completely at ease between the two other hybrids and Y/N herself, his body language relaxed as he slouched on the couch. Jimin mumbled back, Y/N not quite catching what he uttered. She grasped her largest shirt, an ancient Good Charlotte graphic tee from Warped Tour, cringing hard from the memories that came flooding back.
Back at Seokjin’s side, she used the tiny pair of scissors in her kit to cut away the soiled shirt, pulling it off of him like a paper doll.
“Hoseok, can you please help me sit him up for a second?” Y/N removed the cloth on Seokjin’s forehead, sliding a hand under his shoulder blade to lift one side. Hoseok jumped from the couch lightly, watching as Y/N held the back of Seokjin’s head so it wouldn’t roll backwards. Moving awkwardly, Y/N eased the well-worn shirt over his head, his rounded black ears popping up cutely as they passed through the neck opening, thanking Hoseok as he pulled Seokjin’s left arm through the hole. Straightening out the shirt, embarrassed of the print, Y/N and Hoseok gently laid him back down. She pulled the covers up over Seokjin when he began to tremble, the fever chills setting in. Lastly, Y/N replaced the cloth on his forehead with a new one, and supplied a bottle of water from her tote bag to leave on the nightstand.
“That wasn’t too bad, luckily. Another day or so in that shelter, he would have gotten an infection,” Y/N used a finger to swipe a lock of hair from Seokjin’s eye, smiling in satisfaction with her work. He looked far more comfortable, cozy, even, now that his fever was being managed, even humming in his sleep with the comforter pulled up to his chin.
“Ready for the tour?” Y/N tore herself away from Seokjin, rubbing her eyes as she approached the other two hybrids.
“Are you tired, Mi– Y/N?” Jimin asked, quickly covering up his habit for titles. Grimacing, Y/N drew the curtains partially closed in the room to keep it from heating up in the afternoon sun. She definitely looked tired, her eyes swollen, watering, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror by the wardrobe.
“Just a little bit! I’ll probably take a short nap after I show you around. Staying up all night isn’t as easy as it was when I was nineteen,” Y/N admitted, almost fainting at the thought of sinking into her bed for an hour or two. “Let’s let Seokjin get some rest, I’ll check on him before I nap myself.”
Leaving the door halfway open, she motioned the two hybrids out into the hallway.
“Straight ahead here, that’s my bedroom. These two doors here on the right are coat closets,” Y/N pointed out their immediate surroundings, moving forward into the foyer. “This is the front entrance! It still needs quite a bit of work, as does most of the house, as you can see with the half-stripped staircase…”
Hoseok made a circle around the foyer room, looking closely at the cloudy stained glass windows, pausing by the staircase.
“What’s that door, there?” He questioned, pointing to the door down to the basement.
“That’s the basement! My mother and I just finished renovating it, want to check it out? I suppose you took a peek into the dining room and the living room we passed by earlier, so all that’s left on this floor is the old office, the yellow and blue bedrooms, and the sunroom. You can take a look as you please, later,” Y/N opened up the basement door for Hoseok, switching on the lovely new lights her mother hung up.
In an effort to make the basement less horrifyingly haunted looking, Y/N’s mother painstakingly helped her paint it in bright creams and soft green, making sure there were plenty of light fixtures and lamps. Y/N took the lead as Hoseok and Jimin followed her down the carpeted staircase, the scent of paint still vaguely lingering in the air.
“Over there, my mother put in a little gym area.”
The right side of the basement had a mirrored wall, an exercise bike, and a rack of dumbbells. The full bathroom was over there, as well, complete with a little sauna room, something her mother had splurged on for Y/N’s last birthday. It hadn’t gotten much use, with Y/N’s extended hours in the past months, but she had a feeling that was about to change with her newfound free time. Hoseok whistled, an apparent quirk of his, smiling widely at the stereo system mounted on the wall.
“On that side is a nice new bedroom, what was once a storage room for my grandmother’s junk collection. There’s even a little window in there by the ceiling that was hidden behind some old, crumbly drywall,” Y/N slid the pocket door open, which offered privacy from the gym, letting Jimin and Hoseok get a good look.
The bedroom had a nice set of rosewood furniture, keeping it on theme with the rest of the home. A large dresser, a desk, queen sized bed, even a space heater tucked away for wintertime. It was one of her favorite bedrooms, artistic painted wallpaper stenciled in by her mother’s hand.
“This is beautiful,” Hoseok breathed, fingers skimming the cream quilt. She watched him admire the painted ivy on the wall, tail swishing as he walked the width of the room.
“I’ll relay the message to my mother,” Y/N crossed her arms in amusement, leaning against the doorframe. Jimin had gone to examine the sauna, excitedly, his shoes making hollow thuds as he walked around in it behind her. “You want this room?”
Hoseok’s head snapped up, catching Y/N’s bemused expression, before tilting his head in contemplation.
“Can I think about it?”
“You absolutely may, there’s a lot more to see,” Y/N affirmed, bringing him back out to the stairwell. Jimin was already waiting for them, flicking his overgrown hair out of his eyes again. She’d have to make appointments for everyone to get a haircut next week, her list of to-do’s becoming longer by the second.
“Onwards!” Y/N marched up the stairs and wincing, legs screaming in distress. Jimin made a choked sound as he hurried after her, Hoseok lingering for a moment longer before he followed.
The three ended up on the second floor after taking a blast through the remainder of the first floor. Jimin took a liking to the blue bedroom by the sunroom, overlooking the backyard. Y/N could tell he wanted to claim it when he sunk into the royal blue velvet chair by the window, but refrained from pushing it on him until he saw the rest of the place.
The hybrids followed her through the library, the dusty billiard’s room and family room, and the two tower rooms. They didn’t seem to jump on the opportunity to be on the higher floor, even the pink, lavender, and sunset orange rooms with smaller windows than the tower rooms didn’t get them as excited as they were previously. Y/N was wilting with exhaustion, patiently answering questions about art on the walls or books on shelves, but with the tour of the house done, she knew that she’d be crawling into bed any moment.
“Any decisions?” Y/N pondered, trudging down the stairs. Met with nervous silence, Y/N sighed lightly, giving the two an encouraging look when they arrived back in the foyer.
“I’m partial to that blue room, over in the back…” Jimin stared at the black and white tiled floor, voice soft. Y/N wanted to grab the both of them and insist that this was their home now too, and deserved to pick the room they wanted the most, but getting them to believe that would take time and even more patience.
“It’s yours,” Y/N confirmed, hoping Hoseok hadn’t wanted the same room suddenly. Jimin perked up, shuffling his feet, and giving her a nod in thanks. They both gave Hoseok an expectant look, while he stared at the basement door.
“Hoseok?” Y/N giggled, his ears swiveling back in embarrassment when he caught their looks. “Did you think about it?”
“I think the basement is calling his name or something,” Jimin teased, surprising everyone else in the room. Perhaps it was payback from Hoseok’s earlier jabs.
“Am I that obvious?” Hoseok exclaimed, nudging Jimin with his shoulder. Jimin blushed, eyes squinting in mirth. He had a gorgeous smile, and it was so nice to see the two of them get along amicably with their teasing.
“So, Jimin will take the blue room and Hoseok the basement room? Is that right?”
The two nodded, still smiling from their little moment. A chorus of angels sang hallelujah in her head, finally able to get some rest now that the room choices were squared away.
“Do you need anything from me before I get some sleep? I’ll be up to make some late lunch, but please feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want a snack,” Y/N insisted.
“I’m alright, thank you… but you should really get some sleep. We’ll be fine,” Jimin reassured her, Hoseok agreeing with a hum. Grinning gratefully, Y/N began to head towards the hallway.
“Well then, I’ll leave you two to settle in for now. I’m just going to check on Seokjin, first,” she gave them a little wave, watching as Jimin set off towards his room with a skip in his step and Hoseok waved back animatedly.
Shaking her head with a chuckle, she slid into Seokjin’s room quietly, eyes adjusting in the low light. She could hear his steady breathing, and upon closer examination Y/N saw that he was still fast asleep. Gently, she rinsed another cloth in the cool cup of water, swapping it from the warm one on his forehead. Seokjin mumbled in his sleep as it draped over him, his ears fluttering against the pillow.
Leaving him, Y/N set an alarm on her phone to wake her in time to make the food mid-afternoon, stumbling down the hallway. The list on her phone grew lengthy, bullet points reading: open up seven hybrid-specific credit cards, call friends and family to break the news, order cell phones, schedule haircuts… all of which she would tackle later that night.
She strained her ears for any sounds of the other two hybrids, but all she heard was the wind blowing willow branches against the windows of her bedroom. Deciding to take a nice, cool shower after her nap, she closed her door, stripped to her underwear, and collapsed into her bed. Her lights were out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, but she already felt like she was floating through a dream.
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Never Have I Ever (Part 2) - Hangman
Pairing: Hangman / Civilian Contractor! Reader (Callsign: Dove)
Length: 3.1k
This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only
Warnings: Female Reader with a Callsign, but no Physical Description or Name; Not Necessarily Healthy Decisions/Coping Mechanisms; Shy! Reader; Slow Burn; Coworkers to Friends to Lovers; Oblivious Idiots; Excessive Pining; Suggestive Humor
Summary: Hangman and Dove move into some more awkward topics as they continue Dove's challenge.
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4
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# 13 - Ridden a Motorcycle
Stepping out of her apartment building, Dove paused when she saw Maverick waiting for her instead of Hangman in his truck.
“Hey, Mav,” she greeted him, raising an eyebrow when he offered her a helmet.
“Hangman looped me in about your challenge to yourself,” Maverick explained as Dove took the helmet. “And I thought I would offer some help.”
“Thanks, Mav.”
Dove put the helmet on and nervously climbed onto the back of the Kawasaki. Looking around, Dove turned back to Maverick.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.”
“That doesn’t really make me feel safe!” Dove yelped as Maverick drove down the road.
~~~~~
“Why did you have Maverick drive me to Target?” Dove asked Hangman as they walked inside together. “I’m here at least once a week.”
“We’re stocking up and looking for some inspiration,” Hangman explained, leading the way.
“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this trip?” Dove sighed, following behind him.
They worked clockwise through the store. They spent some time in the food section, picking out a few items for inspiration before moving onto the beauty section. Dove was looking at the hair dye options when Jake dropped a box into the cart. Looking down, Dove raised an eyebrow.
“Are you trying to tell me something, Hangman?”
“You can wax whatever body part you want. You haven’t ever waxed . . . something before, right?”
“No, I haven’t. And I’ll just leave it there,” Dove replied, turning back to the hair dye options. Picking up two bottles, she showed them to Jake. “Should I do blue or red?”
“You’re going to dye your hair?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.
“Just temporary. This stuff is spray-on and it washes off with a shower.”
“Then red. The blue is too . . .” Jake trailed off, meeting Dove’s gaze. “I don’t want to be rude.”
“I’ll just get red then,” Dove agreed, placing one bottle in the cart and the other back.
~~~~~
# 14 - Bought a Pregnancy Test
Jake and Dove slowly walked down the ‘family planning’ aisle. Dove forced herself to stare straight ahead as she and Jake stood side by side in front of the shelves. She leaned forward, grabbing a random pregnancy test before tossing it into the cart.
Jake didn’t comment on her choice.
~~~~~
# 15 - Bought Condoms
“What size should I buy?” Dove asked Jake.
“What are you talking about?”
“The condoms.”
Jake turned to Dove, who refused to meet his gaze. Clearing his throat, he rubbed his cheek, trying to find a way out of the awkward question.
“Just buy whatever size you’ve bought before.”
“I’ve never bought them before, that’s why I suggested it,” Dove pointed out, causing Jake to clear his throat again.
“Well, just buy a size that one of your exes wore. Just to get it over with.”
“I don’t remember what sizes they wore,” Dove lied, but not in the way that Jake assumed.
“Really?”
“Why?” Dove replied defensively.
“You have an almost perfect memory,” Jake stated calmly, causing Dove to grow sheepish. “How much was your bill at the Hard Deck yesterday?”
“It’s unimportant.”
But $16.53 kept flashing in her mind.
“Just pick one.”
“I’m not going to just pick one. It’ll just go to waste.”
“Alright, let’s not overcomplicate things,” Jake sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Glancing over at Dove, and causing her to turn away from him quickly, Jake leaned down, grabbed a box, and tossed it into the cart. “There. Done. Let’s move on.”
“Gladly.”
They got to the self-checkout area and they were about to start scanning when Dove let out a groan.
“I forgot to get milk.”
“I’ll go grab it,” Jake offered, stepping back.
“Thanks.”
“Well, you’re buying me condoms,” Jake mused, causing Dove’s cheeks to warm. “I think I can return the favor.”
Dove nodded and swallowed thickly before going back to her scanning. She moved through the items before she picked up the box of condoms. She had told herself and Jake that she wouldn’t look, but her impulse control wasn’t what it once was these days.
“That was a bad idea,” she cursed herself, scanning the box and tossing it into her shopping bag. “A dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb idea, Dove.”
Jake eventually caught up with her and they walked out of the store together. Putting the bag into the back of Jake’s truck, Dove walked around and sat in the passenger seat. Jake placed the milk carton down beside the bag and quickly grabbed the box of condoms and shoved them into his pocket.
“You just had to open your mouth in front of the condoms,” he scolded himself, closing the trunk.
~~~~~
# 16 - Bought a Lottery Ticket
“Why are we stopping at a gas station?” Dove asked Jake as he held the door open for her.
“Well, I assumed that you’ve never bought a lottery ticket before.”
“No, I haven’t,” she admitted quietly.
Dove walked over to the clerk and bought a random lottery ticket. After grabbing it, Dove and Jake headed back out to the truck.
“You think you’ll win anything?” Jake asked as he started the truck.
“No. I'm not usually lucky,” she replied bluntly, tucking the ticket into her purse.
“You never know,” Jake returned, causing Dove to look over at him. “You could get lucky soon.”
“Maybe,” Dove agreed quietly.
~~~~~
# 17 - Tried Baby Food
“If anything, this should be the safest food you'll eat all day,” Jake stated, opening the jar of baby food. “And it’s apple flavored, so it should taste just like applesauce.”
Dove pulled out a spoon and scooped out some baby food. Bringing it to her mouth, she tasted it tentatively for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and nodding.
“Yeah, just like applesauce. It’s weirdly smooth though.”
~~~~~
#18 - Waxed
“If this burns my skin, it’s on your head, Seresin,” Dove warned Jake, applying the wax to her thigh.
They were standing in her bathroom together and Dove had changed into a pair of gym shorts while Jake heated up the wax for her. Holding out her hand, Dove thanked Jake when he handed her the paper strip before placing the paper down on top of the wax. Turning back to him, she gripped the flap, took a breath, and yanked the strip.
“Fuck!”
“What? What?”
Dove hopped on one foot and eventually balanced herself on Jake as she looked down to see if her leg was actually on fire or not. Jake held her right hand as Dove poked at the now irritated skin.
“You still have two legs,” Jake remind Dove, causing her to scoff.
“Why don’t you try some then if it’s not so bad?”
~~~~~
# 19 - Waxed Someone Else
“Just put it on my leg,” Jake sighed, pulling up his shorts a little more. “Tit for tat.”
Dove placed a heavy glob on his thigh and spread it around. Picking up another strip of paper, Dove pressed it down onto the wax before looking up at Jake. She grabbed the flap and offered him a smile.
“You need a countdown, Lieutenant?”
With how they were situated, Dove was sitting in between Jake’s legs as his leg was resting on the edge of the tub. And the way that she was smiling at him and the way that she let his rank slide off her tongue . . . he forced himself to look up at the ceiling.
“Just pull it.”
~~~~~
# 20 - Left a Negative Review Online
“You know, I didn’t actually rip your leg off.”
“Still, we have to warn people. Don’t need anyone else getting skinned alive,” Jake replied, accepting a bag of ice from Dove. “Grab your phone.”
“To take a picture of you being dramatic?”
“No, to write a bad review. That shit’s horrible!”
“It was only seven dollars. What did you expect?”
“Just write a bad review,” Jake sighed, sitting up as he rested the bag of ice against his red skin. Looking up at Dove, who made no move to grab her phone, he tilted his chin up. “You’ve never written a bad review before have you?”
“Of course, I have!” Dove protested, folding her arms over her chest. When Jake stared her down, Dove winced and turned away.
“Grab. Your. Phone.”
Dove sat down beside Jake and pulled up the product that they bought. Glancing over at Jake, she turned back to her phone and typed out a review.
Wax was a bit difficult coming off.
“Even when you’re writing a bad review, you’re being nice,” Jake sighed, causing Dove to sour.
Wax felt like you were ripping your skin off. Leaves an angry red rash behind. And it reduced a big tough naval aviator to tears.
“I didn’t cry!”
“I could see tears,” Dove replied, laughing as Jake tried to snatch her phone.
Leaning away from him as he pressed up against her, she held her phone away from him. Managing to hit the post button before he could grab it, Dove turned to Jake, who was a lot closer to her than she was expecting. And Jake, in turn, seemed to realize how far he had leaned over, pretty much pressing Dove against the arm of her couch.
“Well,” Jake stated awkwardly. He scooched over to the opposite end of the small couch and cleared his throat. “I have a couple more ideas.”
“Alright,” Dove agreed quietly, slowly sinking back into his seat.
~~~~~
# 21 - Watched Keeping Up with the Kardashians
“I can feel myself getting dumber,” Dove commented, frowning at the ridiculous scene.
“You want to switch to something else?”
“Wait, I want to see how Kim flips out first.”
“So, you like it?”
“You’re the one who had it under their recommendations,” Dove pointed out, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
~~~~~
# 22 - Watched a Horror Movie
“This is more like psychological horror than jump scare horror,” Jake replied as Dove hugged a throw pillow, staring at the screen.
“That can be worse,” Dove stated quietly.
“Phoenix liked it.”
Dove groaned and held the pillow to her face. Jake reached for a handful of popcorn and leaned back in his seat. The movie progressed and Jake could feel Dove getting more and more on edge with the direction that the movie was taking. And when it got to the truly creepy scenes, she winced and hid her face in the pillow.
“Well, you’re watching half of a horror movie,” Jake commented, earning an indignant look. Rolling her eyes, Dove turned back to the screen out of spite
“You’re such a—”
The jump scare, of course, flashed onto the screen and Dove jumped a bit. She didn’t scream or anything excessive more than a gasp, but because she had been kneeling, she fell over and landed on his thighs. Jake winced and Dove quickly apologized.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jake assured her, wincing a bit as she slid off of him.
“Do you need more ice?” Dove asked, causing Jake to momentarily panic.
“For what?”
“Your wax burn?” Dove suggested, like it was obvious.
“Oh . . . no, I’m fine.”
~~~~~
# 23 - Pressed Every Button in an Elevator
The elevator bell dinged overhead and Dove grit her teeth together just a little bit more. The doors held open for a moment before closing again.
“If we ever make it to the bottom of the building, Hangman, you have a five second head start before I kill you,” Dove warned him.
“You’re not a very patient person.”
“For murder, I am,” she replied, shooting him a look.
Jake offered her a smile that had earned him a lot of sharp remarks over the years, but with the way that Dove was glaring at him, the edges of his smile softened. She tried to look menacing, but she only managed to appear about as threatening as a kitten.
“Where are we going anyways?” Dove sighed, turning back to the door.
~~~~~
# 24 - Snuck In to See a Movie
“Jake,” Dove hissed to him as he led her in through the side entrance to the theater. “What are you doing? We’re too old for this shit.”
“No one’s even going to be in here. Come on,” Jake insisted, grabbing her hand and tugging her into the theater closest to the door. “I mean, how many people are going to watch this movie? It’s been out for weeks.”
“I don’t know.”
“In the middle of the day?”
“If we get kicked out and banned, it’s your fault,” Dove hissed as they took their seats.
The movie started and after a while, Dove actually relaxed and started to watch it. They walked out together along with three other people and headed out to Jake’s truck.
“That wasn’t too bad for a free movie.”
“No,” Dove agreed, hopping into his truck. “I mean, Jon Hamm makes every movie better.”
“You like Jon Hamm?” Jake asked, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Really?”
“What?”
“Isn’t he a little old for you?”
“And a little too famous for me,” Dove scoffed, putting her seatbelt on.
“Doesn’t he look too much like Cyclone for you?” Jake continued, starting up the truck. Turning quickly to Dove as realization struck him, he asked, “Is that why you’re so nice to Cyclone? Because he looks like Jon Hamm?”
“He’s our boss, of course, I’m nice to him,” Dove snapped, leaning back in her seat. “And besides, Cyclone doesn’t smile.”
“You like a guy who smiles?”
“I like a guy who actually drives instead of holding me hostage in a parking lot.”
“Picky, picky,” Hangman joked before driving off.
~~~~~
# 25 - Taken a Coin from a Fountain
“Are you kidding me?” Dove hissed to Jake, who shrugged in response.
“Just do it.”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“It’s wrong, Jake.”
“What? It’s just a coin. Look, that dime’s barely even in the water. You can scoop it up easily,” Jake insisted, pointing at a coin.
“Someone made a wish and put it in there. We can’t just take it.”
“They won’t know.”
“But I’ll know,” Dove replied, causing Jake to groan.
“Why does it matter so much to you?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Well,” Dove sighed, looking away from Jake. “My parents divorced when I was a kid and they always met at the local mall when I would switch parents. And my dad always gave me a coin to make a wish while we waited for my mom and . . .”
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Jake stated as Dove turned her back to him. “We don’t have to do it.”
“Even if I was just lying?”
“Even if . . . you were lying about that?” Jake demanded, causing Dove to smile proudly.
“Yeah. Well, my parents are divorced, but the rest of it was bullshit.” Nudging him on the arm, she laughed. “But I thought you of all people wouldn’t fall for the whole ‘divorced parents’ sob story.” Smiling to herself, she folded her arms over her chest. “Maybe I’m a better liar than I thought.”
“So, you’re going to take a coin then?”
“No, it’s still wrong, Jake.”
“Here, I’ll throw one in and you can pick that one. I don’t mind if you crush my dreams,” Jake offered jokingly, pulling out his wallet. He grabbed a penny and tossed it onto the edge of the pool. “There.”
Dove huffed and looked around before bending over and grabbing the penny quickly from the water. Turning back to Jake, she handed the penny back.
“What did you wish for?”
“That I don’t fall for your little stories again,” Jake muttered, causing Dove to grin.
“We pulled the coin out, so your wish isn’t going to happen.”
Jake sighed and shook his head, earning a smile and giggle from Dove in return.
~~~~~
# 26 - Committed a Federal Crime
“Jake, this isn’t a crime.”
“You’re taking my mail. It’s a federal crime, Dove.”
“You handed me your mail key.”
“Sneaking into the movie theater, taking a coin from a public fountain, and now you’re stealing mail? Where will it end?” Jake listed dramatically, causing Dove to shush him.
“Here’s your mail. All two envelopes,” she replied, handing over the key and mail.
“You have to open it.”
Dove huffed and rolled her eyes, opening one of the envelopes begrudgingly. Pulling out the paper inside, she turned to Jake.
“Did you want to upgrade your WiFi?” she asked sarcastically.
~~~~~
# 27 - Licked a Bar of Soap
“When I said that I could eat, I wasn’t referring to soap,” Dove replied, opening the box.
“The rest of the squad is coming over soon. I told them to bring food.”
Dove stuck out her tongue and licked the bar of soap before wrinkling her nose and walking off to the bathroom to wash out her mouth.
“You pick the dumbest ones,” she huffed.
~~~~~
# 28 - Had an Anchovy
“They’re not that bad,” Bob stated, ignoring the disgusted looks from the rest of the people in the room. “What? They’re not.”
“Let me just get this over with. If the taste doesn’t kill me, the smell will,” Dove sighed, grabbing an anchovy from the tin and shoving it into her mouth.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust but swallowed it like a champion and quickly reached for her drink. Sliding the tin over to Bob as she took a few gulps, Dove finished her drink and hiccuped.
“You can keep the rest, Bob.”
~~~~~
# 29 - Been Given Flowers
“Sorry, I’m late,” Rooster stated, sliding into Jake’s apartment. “Have we voted yet?”
“Not yet,” Phoenix stated, shaking her head.
“Good.”
Rooster set the grocery bag down on the countertop and turned to Dove, who sighed when she saw the look in his eye.
“Please don’t tell me that you brought more fish.”
“No, but have you ever been gifted flowers, Dove?”
“Not that I can think of, no. Why?”
Rooster pulled out a small bundle of yellow flowers wrapped in plastic and handed it to Dove. Her eyes widened and she took the small bouquet in her hand, staring down at it curiously. She sniffed the flowers before turning back to Rooster.
“Thanks.”
“Any time,” Rooster replied with a wink before moving to walk around the kitchen island. “Excuse me, Hangman.”
Rooster passed by Jake, completely ignoring his death stare, and grabbed a plate. Phoenix got everyone’s attention while Dove quietly placed the flowers down behind her.
“Alright, where are we going to go for our team vacation? Vegas? Or the lakehouse that Bob found?”
“Vegas,” Rooster quickly voted.
“Lakehouse,” Hangman immediately challenged.
“Something tells me that I should crack open a beer,” Coyote sighed, walking to the fridge.
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headcannons where quackity's s/o has tattoos? could also be nsfw, if you're comfortable with it :))
I don't write NSFW but I can definitely do the tattoo part! thanks for requesting!! I don't think I've actually posted a quackity focused thing yet which is surprising to me bc I have like 3 drafts for him LMAO
QUACKITY ; tattooed lover
summary ; you have tattoos and your boyfriend is head over heels
warnings ; language; talk of needles / pain of tattoos, use of quackitys real name (lmk if I should change it!)
word count ; 670
genre ; fluff
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In general, he'll act normal about all your tattoos and whatnot, but inside every time he sees your arms (especially if you have sleeves or some sick ones around your wrists that trail up your arm even a bit) he'll just get a little red in the cheeks. He absolutely loves all your ink. He thinks it's so sick, but he's not committed enough to get any, and he doesn't think he has the pain tolerance.
he went with you to get a new tattoo on your shoulder/upper arm area
he learned you'd be there for like 5 hours and he groaned like a shitty iPad kid and took his phone out while he threatened to call Philza
once he saw the tattoo gun... oh lord it was over
literally whisper shouted at you while the artist got up to get gloves
"that's what you're getting jabbed with??? why are we here again???"
genuinely can't look
once he hears the buzzing he turns his music on and he's staring down while he sits on the couch across from you
"Alex, look!" you smile, "I'm fine"
"how do I know you're not a clone?"
"Holy shit. dude it's the quackityhq duck, that's why I brought you along"
"WAIT WHAT?"
it's not a big tattoo whatsoever, but it's a reminder that he's always with you, how you've grown together and how that's always going to be an era of your content you'd never forget about
literally gets emotional about it
"You didn't have-"
"I wanted to, for the millionth time"
he genuinely didn't know tattoos were so expensive, once you leave he questions why it was 450 dollars and you explain to him how tattoo artist income works
He's not the one to want to peel off the second skin or pop the ink bubbles or even touch the tattoo until the skin goes back to normal. He's just kinda freaked out for some reason, it's just one of those things and it honestly makes sense.
He takes some dedicated time to sniff all the lotions and numbing creams and comment on each and every one, though. All while you're trying to do some aftercare on it and shit, and you just watch.
"this one smells like buttercream icing"
"yeah?"
"ew, this one smells like badboyhalo's ass!"
"why would you even know that? 😁"
If you have any tats without color, Alex will gladly color them in with washable markers like you're a walking coloring book. He'll literally call for you and ask you if he can color on you again, it's cute, really.
"y/n/n, can I color your tattoos again?"
"aren't you streaming?"
"so?"
"yeah, fine"
he has a whole gallon sized ziploc bag filled with Crayola washable markers
like he goes from playing on the qsmp and hanging out with some people to coloring all over you while said people watch 😭
you wave to his friends like "Hello, I am his walking therapy coloring book"
he's like a little kid. You just look over at him like, "Holy shit I could love you forever wtf"
Sometimes, he'll just draw you new tattoos (with washable markers dw) cause he gets bored and wants to doodle on you. Most of the time it ends up being stick figures and dicks but it's okay, it's his way of showing affection.
He'll genuinely think of song that remind him of each of your tattoos. Somehow, some way, he does. He has a whole playlist titled 'Y/n's tattoos', and he rarely listens to it, but he thinks it's fun to think of a new song when you get another tattoo.
Although he is a little concerned because what's gonna happen when you're old and wrinkly? How do the tattoos last? Do they become old and wrinkly like the tattooed grandmas meme? Because if so, he'll rip on you til the end of time.
"well I have a long time before I look like a tattooed elderly person, but okay"
"So you will? Oh my fucking God! BAHAHAHA"
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#quackity x reader#qsmp x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#quackityhq x reader#quackity headcannons#alex quackity#alex quackity x reader
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So sorry I made you think I was a hacker (even though I only left a comment on a post.) I have no information on you except the fact that you writing this fic. As I asked in the comments before, how would brozone react if branch went toe to toe with a dangerous wild animal and killed it in front of them? I REALLY NEED TO KNOW HOW THIS WOULD GO.
I DIDN'T SAY IT COLD!, SORRY!!!, I WAS JUST JOKING, IT WASN'T MY INTENTION THAT HE WOULD TAKE IT LIKE THAT, SORRY!!! B:[ 😭
I'm sorry if I can't reply to your comment on another post, for some reason Tumblr won't let me, I try and it tells me I can't, so yes, if you have something to say, I can read you in the comments, but maybe you can write it in the questions or in some private message, because I can't answer.
It's just that your comment took me by surprise, because it was planned in a future chapter to make Branch violent, because you can't tell me that for two those years Branch didn't kill at least 1 creature 5 times his size or more, he's a survivor, at least I think he carries a hunter's knife just for protection.
But I'll gladly answer your question!
Ok this isn't part of the story, but it's (haha) canon in it.
So the brothers go camping, John Dory's idea, as a signature to get Branch away from his friends and spend more time among brothers, of course it ends with Branch sitting bored all the time while his brothers do the rest at camp.
Branch wants to check the area and see that everything is safe, nope, that's Clay's job; Branch wants to make the food for everything, double not, that's Bruce's job; Branch wants to see if there's no predator around, don't even think about it, that's John Dory's job.
Floyd's job is to keep Branch entertained and happily minded sitting on a log, waiting for the others to finish so they can all have fun together (and if JD took photograph instead of guarding the place, it's a secret that the others will take to the grave).
So he was having lunch or dinner, it was already dark and JD thought it would be funny vs. horror story to scare Branch (but Floyd and Clay ended up scared because Branch has nerves of steel and refused to scream when Bruce jokingly scared them, although Branch did have a mini cardiac arrest because of it), They were having fun.
Of course I wasn't.
John Dory didn't check the place properly, neither did Clay, so with all the screaming and the fire and the smell of the food, he found something very big, very big.
John Dory tried to push the creature away, but failed, he kept his brothers behind him, but out of the corner of their eye the brothers only saw a blue, black and green blur pass at full speed by their side directly at the animal.
Blood, a cry of anger and pain, none of the brothers really knew what happened, but the next moment Branch is standing on the carcass of the animal, with an axe in his hand and panting from the effort.
"Are you okay!?" Branch wiped the blood off the animal, and as the brothers looked at him, astonished, frightened? Terrified? (I chewed nothing for Branch's safety, but Branch is fine just small scratch and bruises, but nothing serious)
Although Branch was more concerned about knowing if his brother was okay, each brother was having a mental breakdown, Floyd was holding Branch, a suffocating hug from which Branch could not let go, Bruce checked that his little brother was not seriously injured despite not seeing anything he was still looking with Clay who cleaned up the blood he could from Branch.
John Dory, on the other hand, stayed behind his brothers watching them take care of Branch (who was quiet trying to calm them down), just staring blankly, he felt sick, HIS LITTLE BROTHER SHOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO KILL THINGS, HE'S A BABY, HE'S INNOCENT, HE'S FRAGILE, HE'S WEAK.
John Dory can only think of how to deal with it.
#trolls#trolls band together#brozone#trolls brozone#trolls branch#trolls john dory#trolls bruce#trolls clay#trolls floyd#beloved little brother#possessive brozone#posessive
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this love - kang taehyun
letter 18 ; it only feels this rough right now.
synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?
sunghoon’s giddy steps carried him to his lunch table, wide grin on his face as he took a seat in front of his friend. observing his friend, noticing that heeseung’s eyes were completely distracted in something else.. in someone else. he turned around trying to see where heeseung’s line of direction led him to. he watched as taehyun walked by with an arm around nari, two gleeful expressions on each other’s faces. however the happier the couple appeared, the more upset heeseung seemed to become.
“they’re so fake..” heeseung muttered, grabbing a fry from sunghoon’s tray and throwing it into his mouth. sunghoon just watched as the boy continued to rant about the couple. sunghoon didn’t really agree with heeseung, he thought nari and taehyun were a cute couple who had a great relationship. “he’s so obsessed with soccer, i’m nearly convinced that he has no thoughts outside the sport.” heeseung rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his own water, eyes still trailing taehyun.
“does.. it really matter ?” sunghoon questioned, raising his eyebrow at heeseung before continuing to eat his fries which were the best part of his lunch, there was no way the school would be able to ruin the fries, and they didn’t. the fries were quite tasty as long as you had them with some sort of condiment, they were perfectly golden and crispy.
“it matters if you care about nari at all, or if you even have an inch of sympathy in your own life. how could you not care about someone whose clearly being toyed with..” sunghoon let out a sigh as heeseung’s comment, knowing that in reality heeseung had no kind of concern for nari. sunghoon began to observe the lunchroom, before making eye contact with you, you sent a small wave his way. which sunghoon gladly sent a reciprocated motion back. his mood brightening a bit, he had talked to you a bit in class along with beomgyu, and he truly felt a bit jealous in your friendship. a friendship that truly was built off of your trust for one another, a bond where the two of you simply just listened to each other ramble for hours. sunghoon wished his friendship with heeseung could be that pure.
a few days later, sunghoon was absentmindedly walking to class. sighing as he realized that he wasn’t even halfway through the week, thinking about the drama between nari and taehyun arising, wondering if heeseung was right the entire time. however, he snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around to see taehyun with a rather angry stare. “let’s walk each other to class, sunghoon.” taehyun tried his best to put on a fake smile, attempting to convince sunghoon that nothing was going to be wrong or that there was no issue between the two of them. the two of them walked side by side together. small hums coming from sunghoon as he felt a bit threatened by taehyun’s presence. “you have any idea over what heeseung did ?” taehyun asked, sunghoon shook his head, before stopping in the middle of the hallway, taehyun paused in his steps and turned over to look at him.
“.. did he break the two of you up.. you and nari ?” taehyun just nodded, an upset expression resting on his face, brows furrowing. “i mean.. i knew he was obsessed with the two of you.. but i just.. never thought he’d get this out of hand.. i’m sorry..”
“for what ? you’re not the one who did it.” taehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes at sunghoon’s apology. “and for some odd reason, i don’t think you’re lying.. so..”
sunghoon rushed to take a seat across from heeseung. “you really can’t keep fucking doing this heeseung.” sunghoon scolded, sighing when he saw the boy attempting to ignore him. “breaking nari and taehyun up ? that’s so fucking shitty of you. i get that you don’t like taehyun, but taking it this far ? i get that you like nari and because of that.. you don’t like taehyun, but that doesn’t give you the right to split them apart. i don’t care if it was going to happen either way because who are you to say that any of this was supposed to happen.”
“tell me exactly what i did wrong..” heeseung laid back in his chair, a furrowing his brows. “you know nothing about me..”
sunghoon explained the entire situation with you, legs crossed, sitting up straight as you stayed in your spot on your bed. your blanket warming up your entire body as you weren’t sure how to feel with the entire situation. you didn’t really feel your sentiment towards taehyun change. “i was friends with heeseung, but i, i slowly just distanced myself from him. that’s when i became friends with you and beomgyu.”
sunghoon felt quite hesitant to continue, the next few things that he planned on saying weren’t really his words to tell you, but he knew taehyun wouldn’t mind, in fact he’d be happy if he knew that sunghoon was going to put in a good word for him. “but the other night.. the night when taehyun broke up with you.. i saw heeseung sneak into the changing room. and i know you might hate me for this.. but im completely understanding why taehyun did what he did.. but i think that what happened is something the two of you should discuss.. i just think taehyun deserves a second chance, maybe just listen to what he has to say..” sunghoon stopped himself from saying anything else, knowing that you and taehyun actually just had to speak things out.
“then tell me.. tell me why yn started doubting everything after you ran up to them spewing nonsense about taehyun. and it all happened the day that you talked to taehyun in the locker rooms… and the same day that you ‘coincidentally’ ran into yn after bothering them through messages.” sunghoon had a sarcastic tone in his voice. “so please enlighten me on what i exactly missed out on..”
heeseung stood up from his seat, “you’re really testing your limits here, sunghoon.. you’re suddenly on taehyun’s side ?”
“i’m on taehyun’s side because your selfishness ended up hurting my best friend.. you’re acting as if this same scenario didn’t occur already, y’know, when you decided to break up taehyun and nari.” at this point, heads were beginning to turn.
“since when did you care so much about yn-“
“i cared about yn the moment they showed me more care than you ever did !.. i cared about my friendship with yn and beomgyu because they looked over me more than you ever even showed interest in me.” your own head turned at the mention of your name. seeing sunghoon in the middle of an argument with heeseung. “be serious, heeseung. move on.. in the end nari didn’t like you to begin with.”
that was heeseung’s trigger, a punch being thrown towards sunghoon’s face. which sunghoon soon retaliated the move. as you ran over, attempting to help sunghoon calm down. taehyun made his way over to sunghoon too, pulling him back as someone else aided heeseung on his way out of the crowd. once you had officially separated sunghoon from heeseung, the three of you sat down elsewhere, unknowingly being led to the stairwell, knowing that there was going to be some kind of school admin that was going to confront sunghoon on the entire situation. however, you were glad you made it to sunghoon before it got too serious.
“are you okay..?” you whispered, heart beating a little quicker than usual, nervousness from the situation still lingering. you were truly worried about sunghoon, the worry wouldn’t stop even though he was already just away from any harm. placing a hand on his shoulder, caressing his back just to make him feel at peace with everything.
“i’m fine.” sunghoon shook off your hand, awkwardly returning it to your side. taehyun stood up from the stairs, dusting off his back. pulling out a hand for you.
“i think he needs just some time to calm down..” taehyun tried to put on a comforting smile but it only came off as an awkward grin. you looked at his hand, refusing to take it and getting up on your own.
“just let me know when you’re ready..” you got up and left the stairwell, leaving taehyun behind on his own with sunghoon. taehyun sat down next to sunghoon again, not taking his own advice.
“you should go after yn…” sunghoon mumbled as he messed around with his fingers.
“i should, but i don’t want to make things worse.. but thanks for confronting heeseung.”
“it wasn’t for you.. well you already know that i was friends with him, during that time he was just so.. so petty and i couldn’t get along with him, but i just kept my mouth closed.. it was more for yn than it was for you.”
“mm.. atleast you had me a little bit in your thoughts when you punched him back ! i’m not gonna lie sunghoon, that was pretty impressive, it was so hard to pull you away too, i kind of didn’t even want to pull you away because it was kinda satisfying to see heeseung face his reprocussions. i’ve always wanted to just throw a punch, but i didn’t want to get in trouble by my coach..”
“well what prevented you from doing so today ?”
“i don’t know… something about heeseung… sunghoon ?” the boy just hummed in response, his chin resting on his hand, arm balanced on his knee.
“do you like yn..?”
taehyun straightforwardly questioned, a serious tone in his voice. sunghoon felt his heart drop, . tension building up, so thick that it nearly felt unbreakable, no kind of reassurance could stop the tense atmosphere, and in reality, sunghoon didn’t feel like lying.
“yeah..”
sunghoon paused. his heart was racing quite quickly. anxiousness causing his leg to bounce as he felt like he was becoming quite sweaty. “but.. yn likes you and im not getting in the middle of that..”
“so you apologize to me for heeseung’s actions, you confront heeseung for everything, you comfort yn after i broke their heart.. just how selfless are you..? i’ve done nothing but hurt yn.. you’ve at least.. you’ve helped yn.” taehyun could feel his jaw clench..
however, sunghoon couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as taehyun’s praises, but he stopped laughing as he commented, “taehyun.. you made yn happier than i’ve ever seen. i think you deserve to prove yourself. plus im moving on, think it’s time that i find my true self before even thinking about someone else.. i’ve always just been a follower, doing what everyone else loves like heeseung and yn.. but i think i’m gonna see what i like. plus, i bet you yn’s waiting for you, so hurry and go find them.”
taehyun just nodded, silently standing up and leaving the stairwell, not expecting to see you across the door, waiting for him. “you waited for me ?”
“i didn’t wait for you, i waited for you to leave sunghoon alone..” you stated, knowing completely well that you were waiting for taehyun the entire time. you hoped that even though you were giving him the cold shoulder, you wished that maybe he saw the hints of true love that was masked behind your cold persona.
“you heard everything.. huh ?” taehyun grinned, taking a look over towards you. a kitten-like smile on his face. you just nodded, ears turning red like a tomato after being caught. your eyes looked elsewhere, embarrassment taking over.
“and ??” taehyun led, practically asking you for your thoughts.
“and… i’m upset that you’d be so willing to hand me over so easily, especially when it’s my choice at the end of the day..” you frowned, letting out a particularly heavy sigh. “just like how you made that decision that heeseung threatened you with all on your own.. did you even care about how i would feel ? or did you just not want any of my pain in your hands ? did you not want to see me get side comments everyday just because you decided to be selfish ?”
“yn.. you don’t get it.. i wanted you to be happier, i wanted you to be a lot happier and if i have to destroy myself over your happiness then im okay with that. and yes ! my guilt would’ve eaten me alive if i let you deal with any kind of pain… and i know i sound contradicting but.. if i could, i would’ve gone back in time to take back all those words i said to you, but for some reason, during the moment.. my mind just went blank, and breaking up with you sounded better than ever letting you hear such things about you.. and i get it, again, i sound really contradicting, but i thought it would’ve been easier for you to hate me than to go through that every single day !”
“that’s ironic because for some reason it’s harder to hate you than to deal with any kind of rumor about me.. and that would’ve died out a one point..” you argued back, “if heeseung would’ve come up to me, i would’ve just threatened him back, why is heeseung even such a big threat ! is he really that bad ! seriously, what could he even do to ‘hurt me’, did you even think it through ?”
“well would you have thought it through if somebody came up to you asking if you would breakup with me to save me from harm !”
“well when you put it like that, yes i would, but you didn’t specify what kind of harm !” you argued, crossing your arms. a sigh left taehyun’s mouth, the entire argument had felt a bit unserious even though the two of you had been talking genuinely, every single word had a true meaning behind them. “did heeseung specify ?”
“look yn..” taehyun stopped himself, trying to think of a way to explain his feelings and decision. “yes.. he did.. but you have to understand that when i hear that he was going to hurt you.. the worst thoughts came to my head and it’s not like i had time to think it over. i had a game to win, i wanted to impress you for what seemed like the last time i would be able to.” there was a change in taehyun’s tone, a moment that truly made you feel sympathy for him. even though sunghoon told you a synopsis of what occurred, you felt somewhat better, but you still felt like taehyun did you completely wrong. plus, the words that he said to you were completely hurtful. “i love you, i fucking hate seeing you despise me, i hated the idea of you hating me, and now that it’s here, it sucks.. it hurts me to see you avoid me at all times when you used to run up to me and show me all the love in the world. and i hate how it had to be me who said those things to you, i hate how you have to hate me because things that i chose to say. i hate how even now when we’re arguing over whose right, you still have a clear mind and you’re obviously right. i should’ve chosen you, i should’ve stayed with you, i should’ve, i could’ve and i would’ve. but i didn’t. and because of my of decisions, you’re hurting and you’re in pain because of me, because of someone who is supposed to love you till the end of the world, because of someone who loves you more than they could ever show you. but now you’re regretting everything because of me, you’re regretting everything because i said things that would obviously make you second guess our entire relationship… i just wish, i wish that i could go back in time, tell you the truth and kiss your worries away.
i wish that i could make you go back to your happy days, the days where we would share smiles and giggles. the days where we would do nothing but just cuddle after having a picnic, those days where i would have to protect you from a harmless bee. when you would hide behind me and pretend like your life depended on it.” taehyun let out a little laugh while bringing up the situation where you hid right in his arms after hearing a small, faint buzz after spotting a black and yellow bug flying around. “y’know.. i never meant any of the things that i said that day.. giving you the spot as my favorite supporter, it wasn’t because it was to ‘reward you’ i just.. i wanted to show you off to the world, wanted to show everyone that i was yours..”
“and im just supposed to trust your word-“
“yes, you are.. because if i meant any of the things that i said, then.. i wouldn’t be trying so hard to win you back.. i would have turned a complete blind eye to you. would’ve pretended like nothing ever happened.. but i didn’t. i’m right here standing right in front of you. i’m right here explaining why you should take me back, im here practically begging you to love me. do you think someone who truly didn’t want anything to do with you would do any of this ?” taehyun ironically asked, knowing the answer to his own answer and he knew that you were rethinking his words. and you were fully digesting the thought of taehyun still loving you, the thought finally settling into your mind, that was until beomgyu came up to the two of you. a deadly side glare already targeting taehyun. he already wasn’t a fan of the fact that you were standing here with taehyun.
“and what are you doing here ?” beomgyu asked, nearly in a strict father-like tone. his eyes looking at taehyun up and down with a judgemental expression sitting on his face.
“i just came to help yn calm down sunghoon..” for some reason taehyun was caving under beomgyu’s pressure. he felt embarrassed to be standing in front of beomgyu after everything he’s done to you, even though you knew the truth, taehyun couldn’t help but think if there truly was a way around this entire mess.
beomgyu took one single look at you before signaling that you two should just leave and catch up with sunghoon later. you just followed beomgyu as he turned his back and walked away, you couldn’t help but turn to see taehyun.
“wait.. yn !!” he called out, as you stopped in the middle of the hallway, beomgyu turning around and stopping as he saw you just standing there. “i’ll make it all up to you at prom, i promise, just.. be my date !?”
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an: i hope yall could kinda see the vision with the bolded part and the italics and the part after that… if not let me try to explain, i didn’t know how to display it BUT basically, the bolded part occurred and where the bolded part ends off is where the regular part picks up, the italics was what sunghoon explained last chapter. so like : the bolded part (the past), italics (last chapter) and the regular part is a hint of what happened in the past but also of course present day !! idk its kinda iffy but i thought it would be cool ☹️☹️
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Feast of the Wolves
Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!werewolf!reader
Warning: jealousy, Cersei, angst, forbidden love
Summary: The King travels to the North.
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The caravan of the king rolled into the courtyard of Winterfell. All Stark’s and their staff stood outside waiting for the King and his family to excite the carriages. You stood in the back in between Jon and Theon. You wanted to ask him who was who but were too scared to murmur anything. Jon felt your questions and pointed out every person he knew. You nodded along as the royal family stepped onto the muddy ground.
You saw the disdain in the queen’s eyes. Her gaze swept over Winterfell. Disgust was clearly written in her features and oozed out of every pore in her body. You felt rage cursing through your body. Your northern pride is being hurt by her disdainful look.
The king greeted his old friend. Ned introduces everyone in his family to him, including Jon, Theon, and yourself. You felt the eyes of King Robert ogle you like you were meat in front of a starving man. You shivered and shrunk back in yourself. Jon, who saw the king's gaze on you, stepped lightly before you. He knew his brother was fuming on the inside but had to keep his composure in front of the royal family. You smiled softly at the gesture and thanked him with a squeeze of his hands.
The king turned to the head of Winterfell and requested to see the tomb where Lyanna, Ned beloved younger sister, was laid to rest. Ned told his wife to lead the rest of the quest inside and show them to their rooms while he visited his sister's grave with his grieving friend.
As you followed your new friends into the building you felt a small tug on your hand. You looked down and saw the familiar hand of the young wolf. He pulled you with him into a side corridor where he pulled you deep into his chest. “Are you fine, my lady?”
The sudden and fast movement surprised you. Your body tried to balance out the manhandling. Your hands were splayed out on Robb’s chest. Your front pressed into his. You looked up at his concerned face with wide eyes. “I am fine, my lord. We should get inside. It isn’t proper for us to be alone together.”
As you pulled away Robb felt the warmth he felt when you were pressed to his chest leave him. He stood in the corridor and saw you disappear. He tried to follow you. He entered the Great Hall and was met with loud music and drunk people. He searched for you if you were somewhere in the crowd, but he couldn’t find you. Defeated he sat on the table where his father and his namesake sat.
You sat outside a bench. The cheerful music flowed out of the hall. Lady Catelyn had told you; you were welcome on the table. You smiled at her and thanked her before she walked off. But your sour mood would not seem to vanish. When a little hand snaked around yours, you wanted to run up to your chambers.
You looked down and saw Arya standing next to you. The stoic little girl looked up to you with her big blue eyes. “Please come with me.” She had a pleading look in her eyes. “I like you. Please don’t leave me at the table alone. I can’t bear to listen to Sansa gushing about Prince Joffrey and whatever.”
You smiled softly at her. “I am honoured to sit by your side, Lady Arya.” The young girl frowned up at her. “Never call me Lady again.” You had to giggle at the young child as she grumbled the sentence.
The older girl held out her hand for the younger one to take. Arya gladly took it and began to drag Y/N into the Great Hall. Before they entered Arya turned to her. “I’m sorry Robb and you aren’t allowed to marry. He was so happy when he told me and my older siblings about you. Mother still thinks it is better to marry without love and grow to love your partner than to marry them without some benefits.”
Arya hugged her around the hips. Her head against the young woman’s stomach. “I wish you were my sister. You seem so nice.” You smiled sadly down at her thinking the same.
At the feast, you were seated next to Arya and Sansa. The older girl longingly watched the prince enjoy the festivities held in his family’s honour. As her younger sister saw the look in her eyes she scoffed and rolled her own. You giggled under your breath.
With a goblet in her hands, Cersei, sitting at the head of the woman’s table, watched over the feast with bored eyes. She scanned everyone in the hall till she saw you in front of her. The lioness watched you with hooded eyes as you conversed with the Stark household's youngest daughter.
She envied your youthfulness and the lightness around you. She watched you laugh and enjoy the evening. Caitlyn saw the green look on the queen’s face. She followed it with fast eyes before landing on you. “She is our new ward. Y/N is a daughter of a bannerman of ours. Their village is under attack and for her safety Robb took her here.” The Queen nodded at you. Her eyes had a dangerous glint she tried to mask with indifference.
You felt the queen’s eyes on you the whole time. You may not have your heightened sight in your human form, but you have other heightened senses that are protecting you. Out of the corner of your eye, you felt another stare. Robb had his cup of ale in his hand. The only thing coming to mind as you watched him stare at you was murderous. He was fuming. You were worried for him.
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A Secret Kept and Held
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — meeting your new neighbour was a normal thing but what followed was a love story
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“Athena! Come on out girl!” Your voice called through the garden in search for your golden retriever. She liked to play outside for hours and given the fence you were comfortable with letting her be alone for a little.
However, she was nowhere to be found. You looked everywhere, the house was empty which meant she had to be outside.
“’Thena! Its dinner time!” Normally your girl would come running by now but there was nothing.
You frowned as you walked through your garden, looking behind the bushes, in her little house you build. Suddenly someone walked around your fence, he was tall with broad shoulders.
He had brown full beard and fluffy chocolate brown hair. He wore dark dress jeans combined with a white button up dress shirt. Smiling gently, he opened the gate with a happily panting golden behind him.
Your golden.
“Hey, I found this fur ball snooping through my garden and as much as I’d love to keep her, I think someone is missing her.” He looked at you with kind eyes while Athena sprinted towards you.
Getting on your knees you embraced her, the force of her body causing you to fall. You giggled as she licked your face.
The man watched the scene play out chuckling at the cute moment.
Realizing that he was still was standing there you pushed Athena to the side. “Hey, sorry that she went over to you. I haven’t seen you before, are you new here?” you questioned him smiling.
“Yeah, I just moved here two weeks ago and I’m Andy nice to meet you,” Andy stretched his hand out for you to take. It was an invitation to help you up and introduce himself.
Accepting his hand gladly you told him your name as you pushed yourself up.
“It’s nice to meet you too! Could I maybe invite you in for dinner? I always make to much anyway and it would be thanks for getting Athena back.” You asked shyly.
“Sure, I could use something to eat,” he agreed with you and let you lead him inside.
As you walked inside the realization washed over you that you had a complete stranger in your home. However there was something compelling about him. It also wasn’t very you to talk this confident.
You started to overthink about inviting him in, but now there was no turning back and seemed like Athena liked him, you trusted your girl.
“Are you sure you’re fine with me eating dinner with you?” Andy questioned you with a concerned look, “oh, yeah sure!” Dammit, this was your chance to tell him you weren’t exactly fine.
“I made pasta, I know it’s basic, but I love it,” you revealed to him as you stepped inside the kitchen.
“Don’t worry darling pasta is great,” smiling he walked after you. The faint smell of the pasta filled his nostrils, and it was delicious.
Suddenly Athena snaked through Andy’s legs, she run up to you and put her paws on the countertop. Her head looking right over, eyeing the pasta bowl. Giggling you shook your head at her, taking her food bowl from the shelf.
Athena began wailing her tail frequently as she noticed how you filled her bowl with food.
You turned around and Athena jumped away running towards her usual place. Next to the windows facing the garden you had put up her food bowl and one of her many beds. A little away you put her drink bowl which was on top of a towel, Athena liked to make a mess and if it weren’t for the towel, your wooden floor would be constantly wet.
With your eyes watching Athena you promptly walked into Andy causing some of the food to spill. Like vacuum cleaner Athena sucked the dry food in.
You swayed a little trying to remain balance. Andy instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist.
Pulled flush against him you felt your cheeks heat up at the closes of you two. Your head shot up as Andy towered over you. He leaned down, “you, okay?” You nodded at his question, not able to form words.
“Darlin’ I need words, come on…,” the words came from Andy’s lips without thinking. Once he realised what he said he went to take it back. “Yes, I’m okay,” you responded instantly.
Then you gave him a little smile before he retreated his arm from your waist. You sat the rest of the food on Athena’s mat.
She tapped after you, sitting down in front of her half empty bowl she looked up at you.
“Athena, you already annihilated the other half like vacuum cleaner. No more for you.” You wiggled your finger in front of her face. Barking at you she let herself fall onto her fur but, “no arguments.” You leaned in close, being eye to eye with her.
“Nah, ah don’t give me that look! You may be cute but that doesn’t mean you get everything you want…,” shaking your head at her.
Barking once again she booped her nose to yours, “Thena….”
Andy stifles a laugh while watching Athena and you. When he first saw Athena sneak into his garden, he hoped to solve this problem quickly and stop the dog from entering his garden again. Then the little golden stole his heart with her friendly manner, bubbly nature and meeting you through her was a big plus!
Standing back up you looked at Andy noticing his expression, you pressed your lips together mumbling; “Sorry, I often talk with her like that and when people are around, they always look at me like crazy.”
“Don’t worry, its cute and I gotta say I don’t agree with you. If you’re cute then you can get everything,” Andy stated with a smile.
“Oh, really?” you asked playfully walking over to him. “Mhmm, I would give you everything,” he looked down at you. Suddenly you were so close to him that you could feel his warm breath against your lips.
The sound of Athena’s barking snapped you both from your trance, no words came past your lips. Andy cleared his throat taking a step back.
“Let’s eat, shall we?” you announced and walked over to get plates and cutlery. Andy nodded, following you with the pasta bowl.
After Andy put down the food, he watched how you pulled a stool out next to you for Athena to hop onto to. The action made him smile. He adored the way you treated Athena and the bond you shared with her.
Of course, he was aware of the fact that he had only just met you, but something about you made him feel drawn to you.
“So, when did you move here?” you questioned him as he sat down opposite of you.
“Around four weeks ago, I like to keep it quite and my job get’s pretty busy sometimes. I founded my own firm four years ago and I couldn’t wish for better employees. Though I gotta admit I overwork. Wait, I’m sorry I talked way more than necessary.” Andy had broken into a ramble. He had felt some kind of need to tell you everything.
“Please, don’t worry! My next question would have been what you do and well now you’re free to ask me anything,” you chuckled.
You didn’t mind his ranting at all, you actually really like it and would love to know more about him. Andy intrigued you in a way you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Yes, you only just met him however his friendly but dominate manner had you captive.
Andy gave you a heartfelt chuckle, “with pleasure. Let’s start easy, what do you do for a living?” “I work in a publishing office. I read all the books and look if we would like to publish them. Sometimes I go over books and correct the spelling, but mostly I read the books. I also write reviews on them which makes it easier for the head to decide because you know in the end it’s on them.”
“Sorry, now the one I’m rambling,” you realised with a giggle. Andy had his hand propped under his chin while he ate his pasta. You had his full attention. You might have not known it. “No, please continue! I’d like to know more about it darling.” A smile spread across your face at Andy’s words.
You loved talking about your job, it combined everything you liked doing in your free time.
Before Andy not many people were this interested. They asked for your job but quickly moved on from the topic. “Sometimes you get books which you don’t like but you don’t want the author to be disappointed. However, you can’t control if you like a book or not.”
“I love my job, it’s like everything I always wanted to do! Though the paperwork can get annoying, also from time to time you have more books which then gets a little overwhelming. But you know what’s a big plus? I get to keep the second copy! The first one of course goes to the author.”
You were getting more passionate about your job as you continued to talk, while you enjoyed it you felt a little guilty that you didn’t let Andy talk more. A voice in the back of your head told that he told you to continue talking.
“I’m sorry that I gotta interrupt you but that pasta is amazing!” The brunette cut in as you made a pause.
His compliment made you cheeks heat up again. Given most of the time you ate alone – mind Athena who kept you company – no one complimented your food. Well and a compliment from a handsome man like Andy hit double.
“Enough about my job, I wanna know more about you!” you exclaimed, and Athena barked in agreement causing both you and Andy to laugh.
“Well Athena agrees, tell us something about mister…,” “Barber, Andy Barber.” “Now, that was really James Bond inspired huh?” Andy nodded at your joke, “yeah, the James Bond movies are some of my favourites.”
Your eyes widened at his statement giving a big smile, “no way! Mine too! Which actor is your favourite?” you squinted your eyes at him jokingly putting pressure on him.
“Ah, well I gotta go with Roger Moore although Daniel Craig is very good too.” You cocked your eyebrow at him, “mhm Roger really? He’s good I gotta admit but Daniel beats him sorry,” throwing your hands up.
Andy chuckled and was about retore something when his phone started rining, “yeah? Can’t you handle anything on your own?” he held the phone away putting his hand on the speaker, “would you excuse me for a second?” Nodding in response, you wondered you called him, but you knew it was none of your business.
“Ari why can’t you do anything alone?” “Alone?! You left me here with the douchbag and if I had to decide I wouldn’t have even chosen him.” Andy sighed in annoyence.
Growling under his breath he fought with himself if it was worth it going there or not. “He’s bringing us good money, I can’t fire him yet.” “Andy, he’s talking down the girls and ignore the rules we set up.” He knew Ari was right and ignoring the rules was truly the last straw.
“Fine, I’m coming down.” With that he hung up and walked back inside.
Looking at you apological he started to explain the situation as easy as possible without giving many details about it. “I’m really sorry. I really enjoyed dinner together and I would love to make it up to you, just give me a call and we can set up a date.”
He handed you his number which you gladly took, “it’s fine and I would love to do this again too.” With a relieved smile Andy gave you a hug and scratched Athena’s head, “see you darling.”
As Andy left you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding before freaking out.
“Oh my god!!! Athena did you just hook me up with the most handsome man ever? You’re such a good dog, yes, you’re my favourite girl in the world, aren’t you? Damn I never knew you’d be such a good wing woman.” You praised her, then walked into the kitchen to get her a few treats.
Andy who was now driving in his car couldn’t believe either that he had met such a wonderful woman through an escaped golden retriever.
While he had relationships in the past, none of them started like this. He instantly felt a connection between you and him which made it even more fascinating. Something about your shyness that had a hint of boldness hidden behind it made him crazy.
And that not only in his mind but also body. Andy Barber needed to make you his.
Over the course of the next few days, you found yourself meeting Andy more occasionally. Mostly on your morning walks with Athena. After a little it became a pattern.
He would be jogging while you walked Athena. You once asked him if it wasn’t weird given you weren’t as fast as him and walked at a normal pace, but he denied all your worries and promised you he liked going on this morning walks with you and Athena.
In these moments you talked about god and the world. At some point Andy retreated to walking instead of jogging and enjoyed the moment.
Sometimes his hand would brush yours leaving you wishing that he actually took it, that was until Athena walked up to him and nudged his hand towards yours. Then she barked as if to ask, ‘why do I have to do everything here?’.
Three weeks later Andy and you were doing a movie night, you went out to buy snack with him while Athena was at his house sleeping on the couch – she got quickly comfortable in his home which surprised you to be honest.
Wandering through the endless rows of snacks you couldn’t decide what to get. The cart was already filled with chips and popcorn, but you felt like something was missing.
Andy’s hand came up behind you, getting comfortable on the small of your back. “Hard to decide huh?” he whispered against the shell of your ear making you shiver. Nodding subconsciously, you looked for chocolate.
“Don’t we have enough already darling?” “Andy how many times do we have to go over this?” you questioned him giving him a playful glare. Rolling his eyes with a smile he repeated what you said to him after putting the third bag of chips in the cart – which already had three bags of popcorn.
“You cannot have enough sweets, that impossible…,” “exactly.” With that you turned back to the shelf filled with all kinds of chocolate.
“Then, what is your favourite?” Andy looked up and down the shelf, he was okay with everything and given he already knew he wouldn’t let you pay – which you still didn’t know – he was comfortable knowing you picked what you want and how much.
“I like milk chocolate but also white chocolate…,” “get both,” “Andy which one would you like?” you asked instead of answering to his ‘get both’.
“Darling, you know I will be okay with everything you choose,” rolling your eyes at his statement you turned around to face him. “Choose or I won’t sleep in one bed with you,” the worst came out quicker than you could process.
“You wanna sleep in one bed with me?” Andy questioned with wide eyes. “I well I wouldn’t mind it. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I felt like we could take the step. We don’t have to have sex and I think it’s still a little early.”
“Yes, of course. We will go at the pace you want, and I would very much like to sleep in one bed with you.” You smiled happily at him. Andy always made sure he knew how he felt.
It was an important part of the relationship you were building on; communication. He always made sure you were okay and not uncomfortable.
“Awesome, oh, but you gotta share with Athena….” Andy laughed at your confession and agreed with you, “I think I can live with that and now choose a chocolate,” he ordered. The tone left no room for arguments but was also gentle.
Giggling you take both chocolates and walked with Andy to the exit. The whole time his arm was secured on your waist as you pushed the cart.
At the checkout you put everything on the line, being about to pull out your wallet a hand closed around yours. “Let me pay…,” Andy told you. About to protest Andy gave you the look that meant the decision was final.
He knew you didn’t like it when he payed for you but he loved to spoil you and he was convinced a part of you enjoyed it.
Back at Andy’s house you cuddled up together on his couch watching a James Bond movie.
Athena was sleeping on your right, half her body covered with a blanket. Andy was stretched out on the sofa and had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest.
His free hand played with your fingers that laid on his chest as well. Your left leg was around his torso, just above his crotch.
You had already changed into a pair of short sweats and a tank top, Andy was left in his boxers and a shirt though you wouldn’t have minded if he skipped the shirt.
“I still don’t get how he can be your favourite...,” Andy said shaking his head.
Acting offended you laid a hand on your chest. “How could I not? He’s the most deeply human and tragic yet, and his brooding nature was a change of pace for the franchise!”
“You really thought about this huh?” He chuckled as his turned to you.
“Duh. I gotta defend my man!” “Oh, your man?” Andy took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What are you jealous?”
“Well it seems I never had a chance...your relationship with him is just too strong,” he gave you the same puppy eyes you always received from Athena.
His fingers mover to cradle your face in his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek, “I think this is a goodbye darling.”
You erupted in laughter not able to take it anymore, “stop it you dork! Besides I told you the first time we met which means you knew what you were getting yourself into.” Andy nodded in defeat, when he loom back into your eyes the whole world stopped spinning. The only thing that mattered was you.
Deciding to take action now Andy pressed his lips to yours. He took you by surprise but once you realised what he did you melted into his kiss.
Your lips glide over each other smoothly, his lips felt rough but his actions were gently. Sliding his tongue over your bottom lip asking for permission. Slowly you opened your mouth giving Andy the chance to deepen the kiss.
After a few seconds you pulled away for fresh air. You wished you could have kissed him longer he was like a drug.
“Andy I would like to take this further but I’m nor ready to fully-,” you breathed out.
“Hey, don’t worry! It’s fine, completely fine. We, don’t have to full in. But if you’re okay with it I would still like to satisfy you, maybe with my fingers?”
He wasn’t sure if you were a virgin or if you had bad experience with sex. Maybe you were scared that if you had sex that he would leave or that you were scared to have sex with him. Every possible scenario ran through his head.
“Yes, that...I think I would like that. However, I never came on my fingers before or anyone else’s.” You admitted, not being able to meet his eyes you looked down at your joined hands.
Andy rose your chin with his fingers again, “that’s alright. We’ll change that tonight.”
His hand trailed from your chin down under the blanket to you sweats. Dipping into you shorts he found your soaking pussy. “Already this wet for me pretty girl?”
Rubbing your hole before easing one finger inside your vagina. One of his fingers was already bigger than yours.
Andy pushed hid finger in and out of you. Once his finger was covered in your juice, he used it as lube for his second finger. “Oh, god,” you exclaimed as he entered you with his middle and ring finger.
“Does that feel good darling? My fingers stretching you out like this. If you’re already this tight with just two fingers..., how am I gonna get my cock between those pretty walls?”
You whimper, snapping your thighs shut. Andy shakes his head at you prying them open again. “Darling, you have to keep them open or else I won’t let you come.”
Your mouth hangs wide open at Andy’s words. This man was couldn’t be real. You had dirty talk before but none made you cunt tingle like that.
And his fingers filled you up so good. Scooting closer he nuzzled his head against your throat inhaling your sweet perfume. You smelled like white frosted strawberries and fresh sparkling Italian bergamot. While you changed your perfume from time to time this was one of his favourites.
His lips pressed small kisses to your neck as his fingers slide deeper, pressing up to the sensitive spot.
You moaned, eyes falling shut rolling in the back of your head. Andy hooks your leg under his arm, the new angle giving you more pleasure.
“You like that pretty girl? Be a good girl for me and cum.” The words alone would have been enough to drive you over the edge but in combination with his fingers it felt a lot more intense.
A loud moan that you tried to undermine ripped through your throat.
Breathing loudly, you came down from your height. “Wow, this was...wow,” you were at a loss of words. “I take it you liked it?” “Liked it? Andy this was the best orgasm I ever head.”
A bark made you look to your side and your face fell. “Fuck, oh my fuck, Athena I’m so sorry! Please this is not what it looks like.”
If Athena could she would glare at you probably.
“Darling, I think Athena heard us....” Slowly you turned your head around to Andy. “You think? Really you think?”
Pushing yourself up, you straddled his lap. “We gotta apologise to her. Wait I already did, now you have to!” With a sigh Andy looked at Athena apolitical, “I’m sorry Athena that I did dirty things with your momma in front of you.”
Then he looked back at you seeking approval. Nodding you gave him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle.
“And one day when you’re ready we will do the real thing yeah?” Andy softly stroked your cheek, his eyes looking at you with pure adoration. “I really want to Andy but I have bad experience with the real thing and–,” “No, no, you don’t have to explain yourself. When you’re ready, we will do the real thing and not a moment earlier.”
Thanking him with a kiss you were happy that he was so understanding. As you hugged him, you whispered in his ear; “but this time Athena won’t be next to us.”
This caused Andy to laugh out loudly. This was not the end.
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Hey, how do you think an Yandere Batfam would deal with an s/o or someone with eating disorders? Sorry, I’ve struggled with them all my life and was curious. Thank you!
Hi! Thanks for the question, and don’t apologize, it’s completely okay and a good request.
Ima do a mix of your request and do Dick and Jason as s/o’s to the reader then everyone else is platonic.
Also with eating disorders I feel it is personalized in an individuals way and it can be different for everyone. So sorry if this isn’t completely as you were thinking and I tried my best to build off of experience.
Please let me know if there’s anything that should be changed.
Let’s try headcannons again shall we?
No specified pronouns
▸You had a eating disorder for a long time before meeting Dick and Jason; and them being detectives picked up on the eating habits pretty quickly
▸ They wouldn’t just blurt it out and force you to tell them why you weren’t eating, or not eating as much. They had too much respect for you to do that, well unless the situation arises where they are forced to confront you.
▸They gently encourage you to eat, but not overwhelmingly, but just enough to get a couple of bites. They take notice and see what safe foods you prefer and what ones are a little more overwhelming.
▸It was odd for you, your family didn’t understand it and just thought it was something you could easily get over, but Jason and Dick? They knew what to do, and if they didn’t they’d gladly research it and figure it out.
▸ Dick and Jason met you at the same time, it was a rather odd interaction. Almost like every typical romance story; running into them. Literally.
▸They had both felt the impact when they looked down and saw the most precious person they’d ever seen. Both became instantly attached, although Bruce and the others were concerned. How could a person draw in the boys who couldn’t be anymore different than the other, other than their vigilante life of course.
▸Which led to dinner at the Wayne’s Mansion. Alfred of course made a wide variety of foods, each dish was one of your favorites or at least ones you preferred at the request of the two men who easily became the most important people in your life.
▸Bruce and made everyone be at dinner that night, including Tim and Damien. Both complained, Damien more than Tim, but they couldn’t deny their curiosity. No matter how much they acted like they hated each other, they wanted what was best for them.
▸They knew a little bit about your eating habits but Jason and Dick wanted to wait for you to tell them yourself. They just wanted to make sure they wouldn’t make any comments about it or anything of the sort.
▸When the doorbell rang, Alfred opened it with a comforting smile. The two men stood on either side of you with a comforting hand somewhere on your body. Alfred welcomed you inside and you became slightly overwhelmed at the humongous mansion. But Dick and Jason accounted for it and easily talked to you and eased your fears.
▸Walking into the dining room was stressful as Alfred had announced ‘Master Bruce’ and the boys were already seated.
▸ The three of them were not prepared to see you. They expected someone a little rough in the edges like every other person in Gotham. But there was just a lingering spark in your eyes as you were introduced by your boyfriends to their family.
▸They had all became instantly attached, each seeing someone who was now apart of their disfuncional family.
▸Damian and Tim saw a new favorite sibling, Bruce saw ‘kid’ that was different the others. Someone who wasn’t ruined by Gotham.
▸ You sat at the head of the table, facing Bruce. Bruce had Tim and Damien on either side of him while Dick and Jason were on either side of you. Alfred had excused himself to go out tonight so it was just the 6 of them, leaving his seat empty.
▸ You were hesitant as you watched everyone pile food on their plates. Big portions of anything and everything that was on the table. Before even having to reach Jason and Dick had put food on your plate. Small portions, allowing you to try a little first.
▸After dinner that night you were officially apart of the family, you were invited over practically every day. Hanging out with everyone in the Batfam as if they were yours from the beginning.
▸But you were theirs. They were extremely protective and cautious about your health but they did approached it the right way, the way that would make you the most comfortable
▸Everyone contributed a little, helping build you up day by day, patience never wavering. They wanted you to feel comfortable and healthy with who you are and you eventually felt more confident with their support and love.
▸The Batfamily would never stop taking care of you, They would help you Whenver you needed it, cause they loved you no matter what.
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So we cant have an opinion? Ok..if you think calling us names just because we have an opinion is okay, then its weird. We say what we think about the drama and about the things they do. Also its very sad that youre protecting m and still throwing shade at shea even tho m isnt any fucking better. I dont understand you why you hate on stas and shea and not on m, she isnt ANY BETTER. Some of you should know that every person can have a different opinion. Okay bye
the inconsistencies in yalls arguments are FASCINATING to me lmao
if i'm weird for calling you guys names, what exactly are you for constantly shitting on colby and calling him a manwhore, trash, fuck boi ect???? what about all the terrible things you say about m??
also… what drama is there to be had? m posted a picture. how is that drama? it's only drama bc you guys have such vitriol for her that you need to find any and all reasons to hate her. same thing goes for k.
and if we are really gonna bring up shea and stas - let's get one thing straight. for all the reasons i don't like either of those girls, NONE of those reasons are bc of how they look. but that seems to be the SOUL reason yall don't like m.
or maybe the only reason yall comment on her looks so much is bc you know NOTHING about her and don't really have anything else to add to the conversation besides "m has fake boobs".
as for shea and stas, first off, i don't even care about stas anymore. she's off doing whatever she wants. i spent months on here defending her until i couldn't anymore. and then there was a period of time i didn't care for her and what she did, which was basically try to make every fan think her and colby had a thing going on while he was literally taking another girl on dates. but at this point i don't give a fuck about her. she's gone and is the least of my concerns.
but shea…. i have literally given LISTS as to all of the reasons i don't like her. bc she has actually done questionable things for years. and especially now - with all of her livestreams consistently bringing up colby, she can't even keep her own story straight as to what went on between the two of them. she lies bc she wants to look like the victim. that's not to say that colby probably didn't do her wrong at some point. i ain't saying he's a saint. but there does come a point where if you're gonna air out all of his dirty laundry, shit that we as fans shouldn't know about at all, that he came to you IN CONFIDENCE with, but claim you're the victim in all of this….. you've lost the plot entirely.
and you know why i can say m is better than both of them? she isn't in group chats with fans telling every little bit of info she can about colby. shea and stas can't say that.
see yall mistake me being nice towards m and k as me liking them. i don't like them. i don't CARE about them. and i also understand that i know nothing about them, which is something yall can't say. you think bc you hate watch everything they post that somehow you know everything about them when reality is you know nothing. at all.
but sure, m is exactly like shea and stas. if you honestly feel that way, i want you and your little friends to confidently say that shea and stas are also clout chaser that just used colby to get ahead in their careers and are also plastic bags bc they too have had work done. i will gladly cosign that if yall do it. but i'm not gonna hold my breath bc i know yall ain't gonna do it lmao
and i'm not stopping you from having your opinion. you guys loudly go on twitter day in and day out and complain about m and colby and call them every name under the sun. no one is stopping you. but you know, you're right. we are allowed to have different opinions. and wouldn't you believe it, this is me having a different opinion than you.
you think m is gross for having fake boobs and an onlyfans and colby is a manwhore. i think you guys are terrible, insecure fans who need to grow up and stop acting like children all the time throwing a hissyfit over their crush not liking them back and dating the popular girl instead. your insults are low and also not creative in the slightest. you spend every waking moment being miserable in a fandom you claim to enjoy being in, yet literally hate 1/2 of the content creators in it. you hate watch two girls you don't like whatsoever, essentially wasting your time so you can raise your blood pressure, just to run to twitter and get in your little gcs and bitch about the girls that wouldn't and don't give you the time of day. you're basically a fan of them bc of how much time you spend thinking about them, talking about them, theorizing about them, ect bc genuinely when do you guys even log off or think about something else? i don't even think most of you have a job, a, bc you're mostly really young (which already explains so much) and b, bc you clearly have a lot of free time on your hands. i genuinely hope you and your friends find a better avenue to put your anger to use rather than just complaining about snc and their gfs all day. you live a miserable life, and i hope that changes for you. and if not, kick rocks with open toe shoes.
okay, bye :) and genuinely don't come back lol
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I have an idea, hear me out. You know how people with red flags tend to be aware of it, and they still hurt others ? Imagine a darling with this mindset. "I know that I'm a walking red flag, therefore I mustn't start any romantic relationships to not hurt anyone". A darling with good intentions, but this mindset annoys the yandere. In twst, who are the ones that wouldn't even try to persuade darling, but goes straight to hurting darling ? I love your analysis and how you answer my questions ;3
Aw, thanks a bunch! I’m glad you enjoy it ^-^
However, I went with a more general answer to the question, hope you don’t mind!
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The characters least understanding of this mindset are probably the aggressive and the delusional ones.
♡ Sebek can’t and doesn’t want to understand you. He can’t see the things you see in yourself, as he’s way too obsessed with this image he created of you. All that counts is what is in his head. There, you are a perfect, absolute immaculate creature of pride and worth, fit to sit on a throne. The throne of his heart, to be precise. Sebek has no shame praising you loudly for all the good he has observed you do, even if it’s just something like throwing away your trash properly. He won’t let anyone defame you, not even yourself, and the good (and normal) things you did are worth more than the flaws you see in yourself. It’s actually pretty uplifting, even if he’s incredibly loud about his devotion to you and the desire he has in his heart is pouring out of him. The problem is just... he doesn’t stop gushing. Ever.
♡ Floyd feels like he has to clean out his ears as he listens to you spout complete nonsense. Then again, you could have killed someone, and he wouldn’t mind. Instead, Floyd gets pretty vocal about you having to stop blabbering crap about yourself as it’s annoying. Floyd doesn’t even recognize your concern, simply grabbing your hand and pulling you along as he intended to in the first place. If anyone asks or makes stupid remarks, he declares you two are in a relationship, and his eyes get very threatening if anyone dares to open their mouth to comment on that—even you. It’s gratifying for him to finally call you his, even though you keep annoying him with your explanations and justifications as to why you two really shouldn’t be an item. Once he finds a suitable wall, he’ll cage you against it, look you deep in the eyes, and tell you, once and for all, to stop babbling. “It’s whatever, Shrimpy. You’re mine.”
♡ Kalim is really shocked to hear you talk about yourself this way. He feels like he needs to stop you, so he pulls you into a tight hug, interrupting you with a loud, “No!” Apparently, you need someone to shake you out of it, and he’ll gladly be the one to do that. “You’re perfect!” he adds, almost close to tears. Hearing you talk about yourself as if you are incapable of being loved is an insult shot directly in his heart. However, he isn’t blaming you, as Kalim believes you are the one who suffers most. He apologizes that he never knew how much you were struggling and promises you to make it better. Unfortunately, his definition of better is isolating you in a room, tieing you to a chair and climbing on your lap every evening after all the work is done, gushing about how perfect and wonderful you are, and confessing how much he loves you, everything about you, no matter what you say.
♡ Rook listens. Carefully. Very, very carefully to every word you say, taking your sentences apart in his head and putting them back together to make sense of them. It seems you do not realize that... it absolutely doesn’t matter to him. That’s the conclusion. He’ll nod along, stay silent as you pour out your heart, only for him to grip your shoulders as he notices you are getting a bit too much into your victim role. Closing in, he’ll whisper his carefully chosen words into your ear, “It could be worse.” Before you know what’s happening, he pulls you into a tight hug, claiming that you’ll feel better soon, and this is just a temporary state of mind. Then he puts you back on your feet, fixes your clothes, and offers you his hand gallantly, asking you to come with him. Come with him so you can see an actual walking red flag as he kills off some ‘prey’ he has noticed lingering around you lately. It won’t do if there are any other suitors for your love, non?
♡ You actually manage to remind Leona why falling in love with you was a bad idea. He can’t help it, naturally, but he can still be annoyed and pissed about having to hear you talk about how bad you are. It’s a jab at his pride. After all, he chose you. Are you saying he made the wrong decision? It took you a while to find out you two were even dating, as he never voiced it directly, but you thought he was simply nice to you. And now that you forced him to admit it, already embarrassing him beyond belief, you actually have the gall to refuse him? Nu-uh, no way. Do you little herbivore need a reminder of who you belong to? He’ll give it to you. Pulling you down to where he was napping before you came running to bother him, he flips you over, baring his fangs, ready to leave you littered with his marks. As many reminders as you want and need to always remember who owns you.
♡ Ah, pure-hearted, strong-minded Deuce with his good and encouraging beliefs. You’re really breaking his heart, telling him how you feel about yourself. These red flags you are talking about are things you can change. He can help you! He’ll spend more time and invest more determination and strength into you than anyone else. After all, he’ll always be by your side, believing in you and pretending to be your knight in shining armor. That should be enough, right? This way, you’ll find out you love him at some point, right? When you are more confident and worked through those quirks of you, RIGHT? He’ll wait for you. But hopefully not too long! Deuce doesn’t know if he could wait forever... just quietly by your side. But he’s been admiring you from afar for so long, a little longer won’t hurt. And all while he gets to be by your side, smell you, touch you, be with you. It’s almost like you are a couple already, and he’ll never separate from you willingly. Not even when you say your goodnights for the day and go to bed. You can count on him to watch and care for you even while you sleep.
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I saw your eyes (and it made me cry)
(Also on AO3!)
As of late, Peter notices that Tony has been changing the playlist in the workshop. Instead of the usual Black Sabbath or AC/DC, Ramones and 80s songs start coming from the speakers. It almost feels like it’s Tony’s way of saying that this workshop isn’t just his. It’s also Peter’s. Even though the latter rejected living here full-time, Tony insists that the Compound is still his home.
So, Peter is fixing his suit on his own while Tony focuses on his projects. DUM-E helps the teenager by grabbing the tools he needs. Peter really likes the bot, and he can tell Tony does, too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.
The workshop is peaceful and alive, and he doesn’t feel alone.
Then, a rather familiar song begins.
Peter doesn’t give it much attention, focusing on the Spider-Man suit.
Until…
I saw your eyes
And you made me smile
And for a little while
I was falling in love
Rather and red and blue, he sees… pink.
A beautiful girl dancing in an equally beautiful pink dress, ready to have the night of her life. Only for Peter to take away her smile.
I’ve gotta go.
I-I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this.
He made her cry.
I saw your eyes (I saw your eyes, I saw your eyes)
And you made me cry (Made me cry, made me cry)
And for a little while (Little while, little while)
I was falling in love
…
“OW!”
“Peter?” Tony calls from somewhere, immediately rushing to him. “Are you okay?”
As it turns out, Peter just got shocked. Literally. The boy sees that his finger is just slightly red. Nothing too serious. Even if Tony stares at it with panic.
“I-It’s fine, Mr. Stark. It doesn’t hurt that much,” Peter dismisses. “It’ll heal soon.”
Tony doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t really fight him on it, the more he analyzes Peter’s finger.
The man sighs, “Just be more careful, alright?”
“Yeah.” Peter bites his lip. “C-Could you- change the song, please?”
Obviously, he can’t hide his nervousness, like the pathetic kid he is. You’re terrible at keeping secrets, the same ghost in the pink dress reminds him.
His mentor, once again, doesn’t question it.
“FRI, skip song,” Tony says to the ceiling.
Soon enough, the romantic song is replaced by Ramones, which usually cheers him up, but Peter just can’t take the crying, heartbroken girl off his head.
“You wanna take a break?” Tony suggests, putting a hand on Peter’s back.
The teen wishes he could go back to the suit, to this little safe place. Yet he knows the man can read him like an open book, and Peter would probably not be able to focus again.
Gulping, yet relaxing at Tony’s gentle touch, Peter nods in silence. He leaves his tools on the counter, along with the suit, and lets Tony guide him outside of the workshop, until he’s sitting on a couch. Tony seems to briefly leave him alone to grab something at the kitchen, which is confirmed by the glass of water in front of Peter. He gladly takes it with his non-burning hand.
The billionaire stands on his feet with arms crossed, watching him attentively. It’s kind of unnerving, but Peter doesn’t blame him for feeling concerned.
“You look like you got your heart broken,” Tony observes.
Peter shakes his head.
“... it’s the other way around, actually.”
Tony waits, ready to listen. Peter is unsure if he should talk about this particular topic with his hero. He hasn’t even commented on it with Ned after everything was solved.
The fifteen-year-old takes a deep breath, staring at the water.
“There was… this girl, Liz,” Peter begins. “I really liked her. But I hurt her.”
From the corner of his eye, he can tell Tony’s frown softens.
“I kept… disappearing on her because of Spider-Man.” Peter doesn’t want to go too deep in detail here because this is from when he was lying to Tony and doing things behind his back, and the last thing he wants is to make Tony hate him, too. “But she never really got mad at me. She was really nice and patient… I think she liked me, too. When I invited her to Homecoming, she said yes.”
You’re the smartest guy I know.
She was so wrong.
“I didn’t want to leave Liz again. I wanted to spend more time with her,” Peter continues. “But…”
Liz is staring at him, dumbfounded. Betrayed.
“Her dad…” Peter could very well crack the glass in his hand. “He was the Vulture this whole time.”
The silence suddenly becomes heavy, and when he realizes, someone is joining him on the couch, wide dark eyes staring at him.
“I had to leave, or else he would steal the plane. I didn’t have a choice,” Peter says as if he’s being threatened with a gun again. Yet Tony would be the last person to do that to him. “And when I saw Liz again, she was moving away. I was never going to see her again.”
He feels like crying. He’s had nightmares about the Vulture, about the building falling on him. But right now, neither of these things are as haunting as breaking Liz’s heart.
“I… I ruined her life,” Peter admits. “I didn’t mean to, but I did. Now she’s far away from her friends, and her dad is in jail because of me.” He dries his nose with his sleeve. “I remember wanting to tell her I was Spider-Man, but now I just wonder… would she hate me if she knew who I was?”
Peter puts the glass on the center table before he breaks it.
Tony seems to process all the information he received, as he doesn’t say anything for a while. Peter has to hide his eyes before they release any real tears. He wouldn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of his mentor.
Noticing that, Tony is sitting closer to him, rubbing Peter’s back again.
“Kid,” the former says, “I can’t answer for Liz, obviously. I don’t know what her reaction would be. But hear me out, you did the right thing.”
Peter knows he did. But he also kind of hates himself for it, too. He hates that he made Liz cry.
“I wanted to do right by her, but I can’t,” he sniffs. “She’s gone and it’s my fault.”
“Pete, look at me.”
He doesn’t want to be seen like this.
“Look at me,” Tony repeats, quieter.
Peter does as he’s told, facing the least judgmental person in the world. A person whose face is burdened by long-term guilt and self-hatred, and loneliness.
“That Vulture guy is the one to blame. He ruined his daughter’s life. Not you,” Tony tells him. “You saved her, you saved so many people. I know you couldn’t save your relationship with her, and I know it sucks that you couldn’t have fun with her at Homecoming. But again, that is her father’s fault, not yours. You did the best you could.”
Peter listens all the way, in the meantime remembering his first conversation with his hero. Tony looked so tired, and he still does now. But Peter can see the acceptance slowly growing in his eyes. He can see Tony’s willingness to reach out to someone. Thus, he’s also telling Peter that it’s okay to be vulnerable around others. That it’s okay to be vulnerable around Tony.
Peter’s energies have been drained out, as he can’t help but lie against Tony. He expects the latter to deflect or tense at the approach… but if anything, he appears to relax.
“... I just miss her,” Peter whispers.
Not a single soul knows about this.
Everyone thinks Peter has moved on from Liz. He’s happy with Ned and MJ. He’s happy with Tony. He knows he’s not alone. But nothing is the same without Liz. Peter even imagines how things would be if she were still around. Maybe happy things would happen. But that’s not how life works, right?
Likely sensing those thoughts, Tony wraps his arms around Peter, hugging him close. Accepting all of his mistakes, regrets, secrets. He doesn’t say any of that, but he doesn’t have to.
Peter doesn’t return the hug, just buries himself in Tony’s chest, crying silently, not wanting to be seen. Other than that, everything is quiet. No music is playing. Peter’s sniffs are muffled and barely audible, and only he can hear Tony’s solid heartbeats. A heart that holds so much love for people, Peter included.
The teen is able to breathe again.
He’s able to close his eyes and face Liz crying. This time, he doesn’t avoid her.
He… hugs her, too.
He tells her he’s sorry, again. But this time with a lot more meaning behind it.
Then Liz lets go and walks away.
Peter doesn’t know what she feels.
The song fades away with her.
He cries harder.
It hurts so much.
…
And that’s okay.
It’s okay to miss her.
It’s okay.
Peter stays in Tony’s arms for a long, long time.
He pulls away once he’s ready to face the real world – Liz’s absence – again. Tony is smoothing his brown curls, not minding the fact Peter probably looks like a crying mess right now.
“You don’t have her number, do you?” Tony wonders.
Peter shakes his head. “Well, I used to, but I think she changed it after moving.”
Tony hums. “I could get it for you.”
Peter snorts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Hmm, yeah, you’re probably right.”
The boy’s small expression of joy fades, succumbing to exhaustion.
“What do you want to do now?” Tony asks him. “Maybe we could… watch a movie or order something to eat? Something you really like?”
Peter considers it, but… he’s simply not up to it.
“Thanks, Mr. Stark… but I think I’m going to my room.”
“Oh, okay.”
He stands up and goes to his bedroom, Tony following him. Peter removes his shoes, then lies down, noticing that his mentor hasn’t left yet. He doesn’t seem to want to leave Peter alone. It’s kind of cute.
“You’re gonna be okay on your own?” Tony wonders.
“Yeah. I think I just need a nap.”
The man nods and enters the room, kneeling down to Peter’s level. He makes sure to properly tuck him in, then he caresses the boy’s cheek with his thumb. Tony’s hand is calloused but careful. So much warmth within it.
“Just call me if you need me, okay?” Tony insists. “Or just let F.R.I.D.A.Y know.”
“Yeah, okay.” Peter smiles, “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”
“Of course, kiddo.”
Tony leaves the same glass of water by the bedside table before he walks away. Once he closes the door, Peter sighs. The pain is still clearly inside him, and he can’t make things right. At the same time, he’s glad he got to show it to someone else and be reassured that it’s okay to feel it. He doesn’t feel as haunted by this guilt as before.
He lets his bed claim him, drifting away to a peaceful sleep.
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Hi Love, May I Please Request A Fluff Where Argyle Being A 6'3 Teddy Bear Doesn't Realize How Much He Weighs When He Lays On Top Of Reader? Him Just Throwing Himself On Top Of Her And Squishing Her But He Loves To Cuddle? Please And Thank You
What to expect: GN! Reader, mention of 🍃
i loved writing this
It was no secret that Argyle was protective of you, even your insufferable math teacher knew it. So after a long day at Lenora High, all you wanted was to sit on your boyfriend’s bed and relax. However, said boyfriend also wanted to watch a movie, and you agreed. You were laying on his bed waiting for him to come back with the brownies he had baked (pun intended). Your eyes were closed until you heard a sound by your head. Looking beside you, there was a plate of steaming fodder on the nightstand. “Finally,” You groaned. It felt like hours you had been waiting.
“Well they still need to cool down, bunny.” Argyle said.
“Bunny?”
“Yeah. I mean, it fits, y’know? You’re always hoppin’ around and stuff, babe.”
“Mmh,” You responded. You were used to being called strange nicknames, and always expecting a new one.
What you didn’t expect, however, was for Argyle to help himself onto the bed and straddle your waist. He looked down at you with googly eyes that only he could master. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss he gave you.
“Besides, bunnies are cute. Just like you.” He added on.
Again with those sweet puppy eyes you couldn’t resist. Everyone noticed how much he worshiped you. You had been the first most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, maybe tying with Jonathan.
“Oh yeah? Thank you, baby,” You said as you sat up and hugged him. You realized your legs were numb already from him sitting on your lap.
“Now get up, I can’t feel my legs!” You chuckled as you lightly pushed him.
“Anything for you, Y/N.” He replied… Dishonestly.
About 5 minutes into the movie, you noticed he was eyeing you. More than usual.
“Huh?” You muttered, confused.
“Can I…” He didn’t know how to finish his question (it’s probably the weed brownies), so he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, lightly squeezing.
“Can you cuddle me? Of course, stupid, you don’t have to ask.”
Uh oh. He was definitely going to take advantage of that. He straddled your hips again, but this time he stretched his legs out and threw his whole torso on you, transferring his whole body weight.
“Ar-” *WHEEZE* “Ar-gyle-” *WHEEZE*
He lifted off of you and you started coughing.
“Holy shit, did- do you have athima?”
Soon, your coughs turned into laughter, your face turning a dark shade of red.
“You mea- You mean asthma?” You said between more coughs.
“Yeah, yeah that. Do you need water? More brownies?”
“No, No, baby, I’m okay.” You chuckled.
“Here,” He said, handing you your water bottle, which you gladly took and chugged.
You reassured him time after time again, but his face was still one of great concern. He hugged you and kissed your cheek. He didn’t kiss your lips out of fear your “assma” would act up again.
Now your face wasn’t red out of exhaustion, it was red from the comments your beautiful boyfriend said without knowing how flustered they made you. He took your temperature, got you more water, and cuddled you WITHOUT CRUSHING YOU this time.
Soon, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms and drift away to meet again in your dreams. Which is why, even when he can be completely oblivious of how big he is, you still love him when he crushes you half to death. <3
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Hi! I'm just sliding this in for the matchup!
(I'm just going to answer the question like things you put because I have no clue what to write otherwise!)
Ok so my hobbies are competitive traditional dance (poi and Irish mostly) as well as writing! I'm not quite sure how to describe my personality, but I suppose maybe I'm just a fast person? Like I always jump from one thing to another and I'm a bit sassy, even when I'm not trying to be lol
For physical features I'll just say I definitely do look IrishMaori incase the types of dance I do didn't give that away lol, like almond eyes, lots of freckles, round face, red hair lol as well as being very, very short. (4'10)
I go use she/her and I suppose just a few more things about me would be that I have a speical intrest in wonderland and marine life and I have an eraser collection. (Yeah, the things you fix mistakes with, I have weird ones like a fire extinguisher eraser, golf club erasers even a mini ping pong eraser set-) So yeah, I hope that's good for you to work with and I look forward to seeing who you pair me up with!
BTW your writing is amazing, I always look forward to when you post ok bye 👋
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I match you with riddle rosehearts!!!
he's very fascinated, though he is a lover of the arts and knows a lot when it comes to the historic side of it. he doesn't exactly know how to do much of it himself. if he did try, he'd spend too much time trying to follow some tutorial step by step and upset when he can't exactly replicate it. he finds himself completely mesmerized an interested in what you do for dance. riddle is awkwardly stiff; he could never imagine doing the things that you can do. he does bashfully crack a smile if you playfully try to dance normally with you. he'd love it.
does find your personality endearing. though ... he has lightly scolded you sometimes because he doesn't want you getting yourself unintentionally getting some savanaclaw student upset over any witty comment or banter back to them. he is slightly concerned for you with such troublesome people at this school!
riddle really does think your interest and collection is cute. he is someone who probably has a lot of generally, stationary for when it comes to school. if there's ever a chance he finds some when he's out somewhere and in a shop, he'll gladly get some for you. especially if they're something that resembles something strictly in twisted wonderland, since he knows you love that so much.
he does secretly enjoy the fact that you are in fact shorter than him... it is pretty rare for him to experience so he has an internal sense of satisfaction whenever he's looking at you and can't help but notice the difference. he finds it so adorable. though he does not take it kindly (actually personally) if someone like floyd would tease you about it. its quite an easy way that eel gets even more of a rise out of him!
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