#I'll probably just end up tucking a thin sweater into them

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i am now the proud owner of a pair of bell bottoms

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To Build A Home (Part One)

Part one: One of Many

Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader

Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU

Summary: Grey wolf Taehyung didn't like you all that much. Sure he counted down the days until you came to visit, and sure when he came home with you he would watch you in your vegetable garden. But he swears he doesn't like you.

Word count: 10.8k

Tags/ warnings: Hybrid mistreatment, briefly mentioned malnourishment, fluff, angst, m/c has an oral fixation, kinda mean Taehyung for like a while but he’s just wary, play fighting, sketchy namjoon for a second

Notes: i got impatient again... i probably could have looked over this chapter again but i'll regret that later.

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Part Two

+++

“No mutts allowed unless they’re leashed” the greying old woman harshly slammed the metal collar and chain onto the desk.

Her plump, round hands shoving it towards Jin, before her head motioned to you stood beside him. Thin wisps of hair flinging to the other side of her head.

Jin gritted his teeth, willing himself to not snap at her warty old face.

The chains felt heavy, he knew you’d be uncomfortable and that they’d leave a rash around your neck. He was surprised you hadn’t thrown a tantrum yet, never liking how you had to be collared up if you wanted to leave the house.

His hybrid ears under his hat twitched when the woman muttered something under her breath (how much she hated hybrids. Ironic considering her job), before he carefully clipped the collar around your neck.

The woman scanned her ID card to open the door, it hissing as it slid open.

One of the hybrid centre employees were following close behind the two of you, a burly young guy, muscles bulging from the tight fit of his shirt that had a large company logo sewn over the breast pocket.

Each hybrid was sectioned into concrete rooms, one of the walls were glass to let visitors look into them. Small mattresses were pushed up against the back walls of the room; most having multiple hybrids shoved into the small confines of the room. Your eyes scanned the damp looking rooms, condensation dripping from the ceiling, mould clawing its way up the walls. A few of the lights that hung warily from the ceiling didn’t work, hung by the last two wires. You were pretty sure this went against multiple health and safety rules.

Not all hybrid centres were this run-down and off the beaten track. Most of them working like pet shops where hybrids get groomed and sold for unfathomable prices for the rich percentage to show off.

These places, however, were where unsellable hybrids were often sent, either because of age, or because they wouldn’t fit into the lifestyle most of the rich were looking for. These places were also a lot less official, paperwork limited and no checking the possible owner’s homes. That’s how you and Jin found yourselves slowly walking through the quiet hallway of the centre, the tinkle of the chains around your neck echoing off the walls. Goosebumps rising on your skin, the air cold and moist. The uneasiness you’d felt since you’d entered the building not going away.

They hadn’t asked Jin to take off his hat to check if he himself were a hybrid, trusting that the forged ID card he had was legitimate. If they had pated him down, they probably would have felt the soft cushioning of his tail wrapped around his waist under his knit sweater. They didn’t ask for any papers about how stable he was financially, or the type of hybrid he was looking for that would fit into his home environment nicely. His award winning smile enough to win over the greasy old woman at the front desk.

It was harder to hide your animal features, your nine tails always looking weirdly lumpy and unrealistically like your actual flesh when tucked away under large sweaters, the ends of your tails always somehow peeking from the hems of shirts. Ears getting itchy when pushed against your skull for long periods of time.

As your eyes scanned over each of the hybrids none of them caught your eyes, most of them already in groups. You weren’t looking to try and integrate you and Jin to an already formed pack. That would take a lot more effort than you had time for, each minute ticking away to your own dooms’ day.

It was when you made eye contact with a hybrid in the room at the end of the long hallway you knew that maybe this 3 hour-long journey to the hybrid centre would all be worth it. He was in the room alone. His eyes were a dark onyx, chains around his arms and ankles a lot thicker than the chain currently around your neck.

You abruptly stopped, Jin accidently pulling at the chain unaware that you stopped walking. You let out a small whine at the pain that shot down your spine. Jin turning, eyes wide with worry. He apologized as he inspected your neck, a small cut forming where the chains had pinched the skin. His hands prying yours away from your neck when you tried to scratch the rash that was forming from the metal constantly rubbing the sensitive skin.

You tried to walk closer to the glass wall, the chain of the collar being harshly pulled by the centre worker. You fell backwards, the chains jingled as you fell, cool floor numbing your butt as you sat there in disbelief. Jin whipped his head towards the worker. The hybrid in the room watching, a glint of sympathy in his eyes however he looked away when you looked into his room.

“Was that really necessary?” Jin barks, the employee snarling back at him.

“Stupid mutt don’t leave your grimy fingerprints on the glass” he looked down his nose at you, satisfied smirk on his face. Maybe it was the shitty lighting of the hallway, but he really did have a punch-able face.

Jin helped you stand, scanning if you had any more injuries before huffing out a sigh when he couldn’t see any. Finger pinching between his brows to try and alleviate the headache that was forming.

“Did you see something?” he asked lowly, the employee now tapping his foot impatiently against cold concrete flooring, although it had been less than a minute of you standing there.

“Him” you point over Jin’s shoulder at the hybrid, “Let’s get him”

Jin turns to look at the hybrid, no clear emotion on his face. The worker let out a snort, “Don’t suggest that one, a real brat” he mockingly frowns at the hybrid. Said hybrid snarling back at the cocky worker.

Jin turns towards you, ignoring the worker, eyes asking if this is really what you wanted. Your eyes met the wolf hybrids once more. You tilted your head in thought.

“Can I go in?” you turned towards the worker who bit his lip in thought. He didn’t really want to be responsible if you were to die in there, but then again, he did love to watch hybrids have at it with each other something sickly satisfying about watching you try to kill your own species. When in reality you should be against humans, the ones who put you in these kinds of places, the ones who kill your parents for experiments, the ones who inject innocent fetuses with chemicals that genetically modify them. Your real enemies.

The keys jingled as he pulled them out of his pocket, he bent down and inserted the key into the lock. It clicked open. Jin dropped the chains, it banging against the back of your jeans as you slowly pushed the door open before it was shut by the worker. Jin holding his wrist when he went to lock it again. Not trusting that you would be let out again if the slimy young man locked you in there with another hybrid. One that he’s never met and clearly doesn’t have a good reputation based on the warning sign pasted under the hybrids general information beside the door.

Now you had a closer look at the hybrid he was quite pretty. Sharp, thick eyebrows, a soft slope to his nose with what looked to be a small mole at the tip. Lips naturally a pretty pink, even if they were turned down in a snarl. You stood in-front of him. Far enough that if he were to swing at you, he would miss, but close enough for him to have you in his peripheral vision as he looked down. Even then you weren’t sure how much damage he could do, he looked awfully thin, clearly not having been fed for days.

The room smelt musty, with hints of his own scent mingled in there, his upset scent salty to your nose. You sat down; legs crossed. Small pieces of cement and grime catching on the fur of your pristine white tails as a few swished back and forth behind you. Always active even when you weren’t excited.

The wolf’s eyes were trained on your abundance of tails that flowed like seaweed behind you, seeming to have minds of their own. They also looked like some form of halo cast over the back of your head as they sway out of sync. He had never heard of fox hybrids with more than one tail,

“Taehyung?” you asked, eyes catching the onto the name on his collar.

“What?” he growled, voice not what you were expecting, a lot deeper and smoother than you had imagined. He tried to launch forward, only for his head to whip back because of the chain that connected his neck to the wall.

You just sat there and waited for him to gather himself again. He didn’t seem to mind eye contact, eyes not wavering as you just stare at him. “Wanna go home?” you ask him, and he scoffs.

“I don’t have a home” he snarls, and you hum.

“But you could”

“I don’t want to live with you” he slumps back against the wall, having decided you weren’t an immediate threat.

“There’s a summer house you can live in, in the backyard. Wouldn’t have to see me, Jin can bring you food and clothes” you point a thumb behind you at the fox hybrid who stood up straight when the wolf looked in his direction.

“He’s your human?” Taehyung asks.

“Are the walls soundproof?” your question causes Taehyung to furrow his eyebrows in question.

“Yeah, why?” he asks, and you smile a little.

“Jin’s a hybrid” you tell Taehyung who snorts, not believing you.

“They wouldn’t let a hybrid buy another hybrid, that seems counterproductive” he tells you, your head nodding in understanding.

“I had to look for a week online to find the worst hybrid centre, Jin has a fake ID, and they would have caught us if we went to one of those high-end places that are thorough in their hybrid housing policies. So, is that a yes?” you don’t have time to explain anything else as the door clicks open.

The worker grabbing the collar around your neck, yanking to you to stand before dragging you out of the room. “Times up” he tells you, shoving the key back into the lock. You choke, the collar already tight enough that it limited breathing, him yanking you up making it worse.

You look back at Taehyung one more time, his eyes not wavering as they looked into your own. You tilted your head, a silent question asking if he wanted to come with you two. He turned to face the wall; lips tight. Well, it wasn’t a clear no.

“Him?” Jin asked you, and you nodded.

+++

“You have to visit a minimum of five times before you’re allowed to buy a hybrid. You can set up sessions twice a week. Visiting fees will vary with how long you plan to stay” the warty old woman shoved a teared flying onto the counter, yours and Jin’s eyes scanning over the cover page.

The graphic design was awful, colours mismatched, an array of fonts and poor editing skills.

“This place is a scam” you mutter as you and Jin get into the car.

“It’s the best option we have right now” he starts the car.

It’s a week later when you’re sat in-front of Taehyung, book in hand. He looks at you blankly.

“Why are you here?” he asks, falling back onto his mattress, eyes trained on the piece of water that was about to fall onto his pillow.

“I’ve come to read” you tell him, not looking up from your book and he scoffs, closing his eyes for a nap. He woke up after you left, a weird feeling in his chest knowing you had left without saying goodbye; even if your voice was annoying.

Two days later you’re back, this time sitting a little closer to Taehyung. He ignores you again, as you lay in your bundle of tails crocheting something Taehyung doesn’t even want to start to guess. That would mean he would have to have a conversation with you. (He won’t admit it but after your first 2 visits he was secretly hoping that you would be back.)

“Are you coming back?” he asks when the centre worker opens the door.

“Yeah, see you next week” you wave a little at him.

Time feels like it stops for the next week for Taehyung. He wakes up each day, counting down how many days left until you and Jin come again. He hadn’t met the fox hybrid formally, but he seemed nice enough. Every day would be the same routine, wake up, be thrown the measly scraps that the other hybrids wouldn’t eat, sit and throw stones against the wall, waiting for dinner to arrive, and before he would fall asleep, he would repeat the number of days until you would visit again.

His head shot up when the door clicked open, you dragging your feet into his small room.

You fell onto the mattress beside him. “What are you doing?” he sighed, making no effort to actually push you away.

“I’m tired” you tell him, closing your eyes.

He watches you for a moment before he closes his own eyes. You were both woken up when the centre worker pulled you out of the room by the collar. Your eyes watering in pain, “asshole” you would mutter when he would let go.

You nodded at Taehyung as you got pulled away from his room, the wolf turning his head to look at the wall.

+++

You sat chained to a chair in the waiting area of the hybrid facility as Jin filled out all the paperwork for Taehyung. Your five visits taking three weeks to complete with Jin being so busy.

The woman couldn’t hide her smile as Jin placed the black card on the counter.

Your head turned towards the automatic door when it hissed open, a scrawly Taehyung practically being dragged out into the waiting area, a collar similar to the one you had on around his neck. He was clipped to your chair, eyes looking down at his grimy hands. He felt so out of place sat next to you, clothes smelling of jasmine laundry detergent, ears and tail a snowy white unlike his grimy grey tail and ears, the top of his left ear didn’t have a tip. It was ripped off of him when he got into a fight with another hybrid at the facility months ago, the scabbing just starting to fade. He surprised it had gotten infected, the facility giving him an alcohol wipe on the day it happened and then leaving it to heal alone in his grubby excuse of a room.

They probably would have made him amputate it himself if it got infected, so he isn’t complaining.

“I said I didn’t want to come with you” he mutters, you turn to look at him before your eyes trail back to Jin who looked as though he were to snap at the old woman very soon.

You didn’t want to tell him you went against his wishes because he looked so lonely, you doubted he would appreciate the pity. All the other rooms had a handful of hybrids in them, he looked so, vulnerable? And you could provide a somewhat decent life for him even if it did mean he lived in your back garden with Jin feeding him three meals a day.

“We both benefit from this, and it’s not like we’re taking you to some stuck-up human’s home. You’ll be free. Can go out whenever you like, three meals a day, clean clothes” you tell him lowly, cautious of the centre employees milling around. Worried one of them might overhear you.

“What benefit do you get from this? Surely trying to get into a pack is better than this” he tells you.

You shake your head. “Takes too long, I don’t have time. It’s just easier to find people willing to form a pack for convenience who get their freedom in return”

“You don’t have time?” he looks at the side of your face, tracing each of your delicate features.

“Nope” you turn to look at him, standing when Jin makes his way over to the two of you.

“Let’s go” he unclips and then unlocks your collar, shoving it onto the counter harshly, mimicking the woman’s earlier actions.

Jin then turns to Taehyung, a soft smile on his face. He unclips the chain from the chair before unlocking his collar. “Hi, I’m Seokjin” he tells the wolf who nods once, looking between the two of you.

Jin then turns to you, hands gently skimming along the red line on your neck.

“I’ll put something on that when we get home” he tells you, fingers brushing over the base of your ears causing a shiver to run down your spine, and you let out a low happy purr. Jin then tilted his head, motioning for the two of you to follow him outside of the care centre.

Taehyung stood awkwardly beside the car, not sure if he was allowed to get in or not. “You can sit in the front if you like” Jin offered, seeing Taehyung stood there confused.

Taehyung swallowed thickly before he opened the door to the car and slipped inside. He watched Jin take off his hat beside him, watched as Jin’s auburn ears flicked up, twitching now they weren’t flattened against his head. Taehyung then watched you stretch, head resting on a stuffed bear, eyes closing.

“The ride back is a few hours so tell me if you want to stop anywhere” Jin smiles as he starts the engine, turning back, hand on Taehyung’s seat as he reversed out of the parking space.

Taehyung watched as the scenery changed, the sparce shops fading into green fields that stretched on for miles. He watched farm animals graze, jealous of their freedom, and as the fields faded out into dusty landscapes, he thought that maybe some deity had taken pity on him. There’s no way there wasn’t a catch to this, how had two hybrids bought him?

He knew that hybrid laws were tricky things (with far and few ways to work around them). You’d be sent to a centre if you weren’t part of a government established pack. These were rare and are often hard to maintain, hybrids aren’t allowed jobs so paying to live would be hard for independent packs and living on the streets would mean you’d be picked up by hybrid control sooner or later. The other option was to be owned by a human, however anyone who wants a hybrid usually go to the high-end stores, the more exotic the hybrid the more desirable they are, hence why Taehyung was sent to the beaten-up centre in the suburbs. Grey wolf hybrids were extremely common.

Taehyung wasn’t sure how long he had been immersed in his own thoughts, “Do you want anything to eat?” Jin asked him, head motioning to the gas station shop they had parked at.

Taehyung shook his head. Jin snorted, before he put his hat back on, checking he looked okay in the mirror before he opened the door.

Taehyung turned to look back at you who was lazily sprawled across the back seats. He watched you gnaw at the bear’s hand. He could see the fabric thinning where you must have chewed on it. When Taehyung turned back to the front. What if he just got up and ran? Jin was occupied in the store, and you seemed to be deep asleep.

Before he could make the possibly life changing decision, he saw Jin casually stroll out of the store, a bag in each hand.

When the fox got into the car, he handed the wolf the two bags. “Can you wake Y/n up? Just tug one of her tails, they’re pretty sensitive so you won’t have to pull too hard.” Jin asks as he starts the engine up again.

Taehyung turns to look at you, still chewing away at the bear. His hand gently skims the fur of your tail, it was soft, before he grabbed onto the tip, pulling at it slightly. You grumble, then yawn as you stretch your arms, whacking them on the car door.

“Owie” you open your eyes.

“Sunshine, I got you some food” Jin tells you, and you hum in reply. He rummages through the bags on Taehyung’s lap, pulling out snacks and a drink for you before he turns back to Taehyung pointing at the bag. “I got you some stuff as well” he tells him before he steps on the gas.

Taehyung munches on mediocre convenience store food for the rest of the ride home, eyes widening when he spots the large house on the outskirts of the city. Jin pulls up in the driveway. You hop out of the car, arms stretched above your head, a satisfied sigh passing through your lips as your bones crack. Taehyung follows the both of you inside, eyes wandering over the rustic home the both of you live in. Bags of rubbish clutched tightly in his hands.

“Taehyungie can stay in my old room for the time being until we clean the summer house” you tell Jin before plopping onto the couch.

Taehyung just stands there at the entrance, not sure what to do with himself. You open one eye, seeing Taehung just stood there. “You can sit down you know” you tell him, and he just huffs at you before striding over towards the couch and sitting as far away as he can from you.

You switch on the television, an old-time movie playing on one of the channels, deciding it was going to be background noise you leave it on before closing your eyes again. Travelling always made you sleepy.

Jin tuts, causing Taehyung to shoot his head towards the fox hybrid who was looking down at you, chewing at the sleeves of your hoodie. Taehyung bites back a smile, realising that you must chew on things in your sleep, coughing to cover his grin before he looks back at the movie in fascination. Jin pulls your arm away from your mouth, replacing what you were chewing on with a teething toy, so your teeth didn’t ache from the rough material of your clothes.

“I’ll show you to your temporary room, you can wash up as well. I’ve left some of my old clothes on the bed as well” Jin motions to the large double doors behind him.

Taehyung nods, standing and following Jin up the stairs. “Our room is connected to yours, so, if you ever need anything just knock” Jin explains, pointing to the second door in the room once they both enter. “That’s the bathroom” he points to the third door.

The wolf shuts the door behind Jin once he had left, sliding down to sit on the floor. He took a moment to take all the new information in. Maybe if he stayed for a while, gathered back his strength he could run away in a month or two with some money and clothes. But first order of business was a shower.

He forgot how nice hot showers were, the hybrid facility usually hosed them down with cold water on wash days once a week if lucky. The shampoo smelt faintly like you, a sickly strawberries and cream scent.

He watched the grimy water slip down the drain as he cleaned himself, finding a razor and shaving cream when he stepped out to look at himself in the mirror. Just like Jin had said, there were clothes neatly folded on the bed, they looked a little big, but he supposed anything would be better than the rags he had worn in the facility.

He creaked the door open, the warm scent of home cooking engulfing him. Taehyung navigated his way back towards the living room that was connected to the kitchen where he found you and Jin sat at the old wooden table, a bowl placed in-front of an empty seat for himself.

He slipped into the chair, watching you play around with your spoon. “You can eat now” Jin nudges you, picking up his own spoon.

Taehyung stares down at his bowl of soup. “I thought this would be light on your stomach” Jin tells him, noticing Taehyung just blankly looking at his bowl. It’s not that it didn’t look good, because it did. It looked really good. Probably the most nutritious meal he has had in years.

“Why are you doing this?” he looks between the both of you. You shoving a spoonful of soup into your mouth, Jin looking at him expectantly.

“Doing what?” Jin tilts his head. Spoon clicking against the ceramic bowl.

“All of this” he gestures with his hands, “Why go through all of the trouble to buy another hybrid, they could have caught the both of you” he exasperates, and you sigh, dropping your spoon into your bowl. Soup splashing over the edge, you don’t even bother to check if you had any on your clothes.

“The government wants to take me in for experiments” you tell him before you play around with you spoon in your bowl, the herbs swirling around the bowl.

“What does that have to do with buying another hybrid?” he asks.

“Hybrid laws. I don’t have the time to integrate into another pack, courting multiple people at one time is going to take more time than I have. So it’s easier if I just form one out of convenience” you tell him honestly, “plus I can’t leave Jin behind, he’s my family”

“Can’t you be adopted by a human?” Taehyung now dips his spoon into his bowl, interest peaked.

“I could, but these two guys that are after me are persistent. Would probably pay the human triple what they had paid for me just to get me to go with them” you explain, nose scrunching up at the thought of the two government officials that like to pay you a visit each month.

“Couldn’t they just take you in now?”

Jin shakes his head, “We’re still contracted to our previous owner for another year, even though he’s gone the contract still remains. Legally they can’t take her for another 360 days”

“Your owner, did he- you know?” Taehyung looks into your eyes, trying to find any clear emotion.

“Died 2 years ago. Cancer” Jin tells him, a sad smile on his face and Taehyung swallows thickly.

“I’m sorry” he mutters, and you shrug. The rest of dinner going by silently.

+++

Taehyung sits by himself as you and Jin go and wash up, the sequel to whatever was on earlier now playing on the TV. Taehyung’s head turns when he hears your slippers shuffle against the hardwood floor. Jin sits down first, pyjamas with small angels printed on them.

You flop over Jin’s lap, devil pyjamas riding up to show a sliver of your stomach. Taehyung watched from his peripheral vison, no longer engrossed by the movie as Jin gently brushed the damp fur of your tails, carefully untangling the white fur. Your fingers would twitch each time he got too close to the base of your tail.

It was a lengthy process, having so many tails but Jin prided himself in keeping all of your tails so soft. Grooming was therapeutic for him, something uncommon for fox hybrids. Just taking time out of his day, in the evening to keep you healthy and happy was the most rewarding part of his day. (Secretly he enjoyed shoving his face in your bundle of tails once they’d been freshly washed, an addicting fluffy feeling where he can’t stop his hands from running trough them)

Taehyung then said goodnight to Jin once you’d fallen asleep, bottoms of his feet numbing at the cold wooden floor. He pulled the blanket up to his chin, taking in the fresh scented fabric softener that clung to the duvet, the same jasmine scent as your clothes, the room itself smelling faintly of you.

One month and then he would leave the both of you to figure out whatever issues you seemed to have. He didn’t owe you anything, so why should he stay because you were selfish enough form a pack of convenience. He knew you weren’t the first to do this, thousands of hybrids formed these sorts of packs, hoping that it lasts long enough that they don’t get caught by hybrid control before moving into another pack.

Before he was admitted to the hybrid facility, he had been in one of those packs, he knew it was a bad idea but what other option did he have? No one wants a scruffy grey wolf unless it’s for slave labour.

He had found a small group of other wolves, all in the same situation as himself. Of course, they couldn’t sustain themselves, all of them relying on money that they pickpocketed or food that was thrown out back of restaurants. Forced to live on the streets after half a year all of them were sent to facilities, Taehyung being the only one sent to the suburbs.

It had been a week when Taehyung was sat in the kitchen, Seokjin finishing cutting his hair. The wolf spending most of the day locked up in the bedroom, Jin had given him some books to read, you giving him one of your old consoles to play on the TV, even sitting on his floor, Youtube video playing on how to connect it to the Tv mounted on the wall. Jin would call him down at mealtimes, and he’s listen to the both of you ramble on about your days. He found out Jin had a job, never working up the courage to ask him how or where he worked, but always listening to him complain about how busy he is with no one to help him. You’d talk about the butterflies you’d seen in the garden, whining when telling Jin about the caterpillars that ate through your lettuces.

A few days of him coming home with you guys, Jin had bought him some new clothes and some slippers for around the house, apologising that he hadn’t had the time to clean out the summer house in the backyard yet and he would get to it this weekend.

It was Thursday when the loud bang of the door caused you to sit up like a dog would on the couch. “I’ll get it” Jin puts the scissors down on the table, pulling a beanie over his hybrid ears, tail slipping past the hole in his sweatpants.

Taehyung stayed sat in the kitchen chair, eyes watching you, but his shaggy ears titled in the direction of the door just past the double doors. You had paused the game you were playing; switch controller having been dropped onto the couch.

Taehyung watched as you rolled your eyes at the voices in the hallway, slumping back onto the couch.

A plump looking middle-aged man walked through the doors, eyes catching Taehyung sat rigid in the kitchen. The buttons of the man’s suit jacket looked as though they were holding on for dear life, his vibrant pink tie an awful contrast with the forest green of his suit and light-blue shirt. A second man waltzed into the room like he owned the place, he looked a few years younger than the other man, figure lanky, his all-black suit looking three sizes too large for his lithe frame, top 4 buttons undone.

“No hello?” the plump man asked, and you just turned back to your game, pressing un-pause.

“I told you not to come back” you tell them, voice a lot less soft than it had been when you had spoken to Taehyung this morning when asking if he wanted a coffee.

Jin slowly made his way back into the main living area, going to stand behind Taehyung. “Who are they?” he asked, Jin pulling the beanie off of his head, hand ruffling his hair.

“Part of the hybrid sector of the government” Jin grabs the scissors and shoves them back in the drawer, a loud clank echoing throughout the house. Clearly angry.

“Foxy, we have some news for you” the lanky man looks down at you, pile of papers held tightly in his sweaty hands. You grab the papers, eyes scanning over the pages.

“You fuckers” you throw the pages onto the coffee table.

This was the first time Taehyung had heard you so angry. Even when the centre employees had been rude, pulled at your collar or yanked back the chain so you would fall to the floor, he had never heard you so angry.

Both government men have a satisfied smile on their faces. “What? I think these terms are fair enough”

“Out of my house. Now” you point to the door.

“It won’t be yours much longer. Get rid of the mutt he’s no use to you now. Oh, you have a new pet?” the fat old man motions his head over to Taehyung, Jin snarling at the two men.

+++

After they’d gone you had your head in your hands. “What does it say?” Jin asked you softly as he sat beside you. Hand running down your back.

“They’ve changed the law. To get a government established pack we need a minimum of 6 people instead of 4. Half of the pack needs to be of the same animal species, so we’d need three foxes, unless we find another species that can get around the government. That’s impossible” your eyes brim with tears.

“Why’s that impossible?” Taehyung asks, sitting further down the couch, although a lot closer than he had when he first arrived.

“Foxes tend to go solo” Jin explains lightly.

“But you two..”

“I know” you huff a laugh “but there’s no way another fox would join us. Maybe if it were just one of us, I could make an excuse about breeding, I don’t know. But with me and Jin? Plus 3 other hybrids, it’s impossible” you wipe your eyes.

“I’ve practically watched her grow, we’ve been together more than half of her life, so I think our situations are a little different” Jin elaborates, “Not all fox hybrids are going to be as open minded”

Taehyung nods in understanding. Not sure if he should ask to leave or stay. What did this mean for his place in your lives? He was essentially useless.

“Do you want me to leave?” he worked up the courage to ask and you looked at him deadpan.

“Why would you leave? I still need you” you tell him.

“But that man-“

You cut him off “is a son of a bitch. Don’t listen to anything he says”

“I was thinking of rice bowls for lunch” Jin breaks the tense silence.

“Sure. Wake me up when it’s done” you mutter, pulling the soft blanket over your shoulders.

Taehyung stays in the living room, didn’t sneak back to his room like he normally would. His gaze kept flicking back to you, eyes focused on the papers on the table.

At lunch he noticed your lack of appetite, spoon pushing the rice around. Eventually you just stood up, he watched as you dragged yourself out of the room, feet lightly pattering up the stairs before he heard the click of the door.

“Just give her some time” Jin looks up from his bowl, “Tomorrow she’ll wake up with a new vigour”

Taehyung tightly nods, spooning a mouthful of rice.

The next morning when you sleepily stumble down the stairs, you’re surprised to see Taehyung sat at the kitchen table, a mug of hot chocolate placed at the seat opposite his own. “Jin said he would be back late” Taehyung tells you, sipping his coffee.

You nod, taking your seat, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Are you okay?” you ask Taehyung sceptically; he snorts at our question.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, looking down his nose at you.

“Usually, you avoid me like the plague but you’re sitting at my kitchen table, when it isn’t a mealtime” you take a sip of your hot chocolate, humming at the smooth, rich chocolaty taste that tingled your tastebuds.

“I ran out of things to do in the bedroom” he lies, the 10 untouched books on the desk enough entertainment for another few weeks, plus he was only halfway through the plot of the game you had given him.

“I have a puzzle if you want to do that” you tell him, and he shrugs.

“It’s fine. I saw a movie I wanted to watch on your taped shows” he points over at the TV and you nod.

You tip your mug up, gulping down the rest of the rich chocolaty drink, one Jin had bought home last Christmas because he knew you weren’t keen on the bitter tasting coffee.

“Okay” you stand, “I’m busy doing something so call me if you need me. I’ll probably be in the garden” you wave him off, skipping through the double doors, feet lightly padding against the hardwood staircase.

When you emerged through the door half an hour later, your tails were still wet, droplets of water dripping onto the floor as you scurried through the house into the garden. He watched you push the glass doors open, slipping some old shoes on before you walked to the further end of the garden.

He turned back to his movie, assuming you were at your mini vegetable patch at the end of the garden that you spoke so much about.

No matter how many times he told himself he didn’t care, his hybrid ears were still alert. Listening if you were in any danger or needed any help, leg bouncing when you had been out there for an hour, and he hadn’t heard anything.

He pretended to be watching the movie when the door creaked wider open, you kicking your shoes off, bare feet tapping against the floor. Clearly in a rush seeing you didn’t put your favourite bunny slipper back on.

This time he didn’t hear you shut the bedroom door, only the sound of you milling around, opening cupboard doors on the landing before carefully closing the squeaky doors.

He faced the TV screen when he heard you hop down the stairs and into the room, the action movie of no interest as he turned his head once you walked past the couch, to watch you carry a pile of blankets into the garden. He doesn’t think Jin would be happy with you when he got home, often scolding you when you dragged the nicer blankets on the couch across the floor, and now you were taking them into the garden?

Taehyung’s tail flicked back and forth slowly, debating whether to check on you or not. He would sometimes watch you from the bedroom window, not in a creepy way. Don’t get him wrong, there were only so many hours of video games and reading he could take before he got bored, choosing to look out of the window into the garden. And if he lingered a little longer on the days he could see you playing in the garden then that wasn’t anyone else’s business but his own. He was curious, that was it.

If he smiled when you would feed the stray cat left over chicken that Jin said he would use for soup, no one needed to know. Or the times you would hum a tune from a commercial that you had seen on TV, not knowing the name of the song but liking the way it sounded, then no one needed to know about that either. (He’d leave the window open on those days, the comfort of knowing you were meandering your way around the garden putting him at ease)

His stomach rumbles when midday comes, Jin had said he left food from the night before for the two of you to eat. Deciding to use this as an excuse he slipped some outside shoes on (one of Jin’s worn down sandals that he has grown fond of over the recent weeks). His tail wrapped itself around his thigh when he couldn’t find you at your garden patch.

A loud clank coming from the small wooden hut on the other side of the garden caused his ears to straighten up. His head snapped in that direction, seeing the door open before you popped out onto the small, covered area above the door.

“Oh? Taehyung did you need me?” you asked, brushing some clumps of dust from your shirt.

“I was wondering if you wanted lunch” he cleared his throat, head moving a little to discreetly try and see what you were doing.

“Sure” you shut the door, curtains obscuring his view of what you were working on.

“Go and clean your hands then, they’re gross” he tells you, taking long strides back to the main house. Your shoulder slump in a mixture of disbelief and understanding.

While Taehyung heated up the food from the day before you did as you were told, thoroughly washing your hands. You didn’t think the summer house would be so dirty, sure it hadn’t been used in a couple of years but the amount of dust and mould that had accumulated over the years.

Even with the mask and soapy hot water you’re pretty sure you’d breathed in majority of the spores. But, as long as Taehyung is comfortable then that’s all that mattered, even if your lungs had to pay for the consequences.

“What were you working on?” Taehyung asks when you both sit down opposite each other at the table.

“Secret” you muffle, food half chewed.

“Yeah? Is it some secret weapon to help you fend off those cruddy government officials” he jokes, and you giggle.

“No, but that’s a good idea” you grin, “Maybe that’s my next project”

“Have you come up with a plan yet?” he asks, shovelling another spoonful of Jin’s infamous stew into his mouth. You hum in thought.

“Maybe, but I’m not sure it’s going to work out” you tell him honestly, “I thought about it the whole night”

“And?” his ear twitches atop of his head.

“Plan A is to just carry on what we’re doing and hope we can find another fox hybrid. I’m sure it’ll be easy enough to find 2 more hybrids after that” you tap a finger against the table in thought.

“Do you count as a fox hybrid though?” Taehyung asks, head tilted in thought.

You sit back for a moment and think about it, “I mean yeah. I guess it’s like having different breeds of a cat, I just have an extra 8 tails”

“Plan B?” Taehyung asks and you huff out a laugh.

“Find a human that isn’t money hungry enough to sell me”

Taehyung breathes through his teeth, “That seems..”

“I know but what other option do I have?” you rest your forehead against the cool tile surface of the table.

Taehyung sits back, biting his lip in thought.

“The only other option I have is find another hybrid that knows the ins and outs of the government system, plus two others of their own species. I refuse to be scammed because whoever signs the pack up for the government recognition doesn’t understand the ins and outs of hybrid laws.” you sit up and look at Taehyung who seemed to be looking at you with something close to sadness swimming in his pretty almond shaped eyes.

“There’s still a little under a year left, and there are loads of hybrids out there” he tries to comfort you, but you still slump forward in defeat.

It was when Taehyung was washing up that he noticed how dirty your tail looked, clumps of dust and small rocks having gotten caught between the fur.

“Go and lay on the couch for me” Taehyung calls out, you tilting your head in question but he just ignores you.

After he dried his hands, he rummaged through a few of the drawers to try and find the brush Jin usually used to comb out your tail after a shower. Once he found it, he stood over you, laying on your stomach, watching something on TV with the cuff of your shirt in your mouth.

“You’ll ruin your teeth” he shook his head, opting to go and get you one of those fruity pops in the freezer that Jin makes so you wouldn’t chew up all the furniture and clothes. They were also healthy specially prepared by Jin with real fruit, so he didn’t mind if you had a few while lazing around on the couch.

He gently sat at the edge of the couch in-front of your legs, hands gently grabbing one of your tails. You squeaked that.

“I think it’s too soon for that” you sit up and he looks at you confused before his cheeks turn a light pink.

“What? Oh no I was just going to brush all of the dirt out of your tails” he spluttered, flustered.

Touching someone else’s tail was very intimate. The tail being one of the more sensitive places of the body.

You clicked your tongue, “Tell me next time before you go around grabbing other people’s tails”

“I didn’t grab it” he argued.

“Yeah?” you taunt, and he scoffs.

“Yeah. Not my fault you’re too sensitive” he waves the brush around.

He lets out a growl when you lunge for his tail, ice pop forgotten in its bowl as you try and grab it. Him falling back into the couch, tail whipping behind him. You try and roll him over to grab the base of his tail, trying to prove a point but he just laughs at you. You try and tug the tip of his tail, but it tucks itself under his back, you now laying chest to chest with Taehyung while both your hands try and dig their way underneath the wolf.

Taehyung continues to laugh at you attempts, stomach starting to cramp. When you slump on top of the wolf, he finally lays flat on the couch.

“You given up?” he asks, breathless.

“For now” your fingers clasp the front of his shirt.

Manhandling you over his lap, Taehyung sits up. You reach out for one of the closest pillows, resting it under your head as you watched one of those bad weekday afternoon shows that were running on the television.

“Can I touch your tails?” Taehyung asked, hands held awkwardly at his side. You nod.

He gently holds one of your tails, still soft even with the small clumps of dust and grime mingled in there. Your hips would kick up each time he would get closer to the base. He willed himself to not let it affect him.

“You really are sensitive” his fingers skim against the fur of a tail.

He yelped when you harshly tugged at the tip of his tail that flicked back and forth behind him.

“You brat” he laughed, tugging harder on your tail.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, a muffled moan reaching Taehyung’s ears and he smirked.

He pulled again, this time you sat up so fast in his lap your head spun for a second. You glared at the wolf hybrid, reaching for his own tail. This time he didn’t have a reaction as he knew you were going to grab it, you tugged again, hoping for a reaction, frowning when he didn’t give one.

“Lame” you flopped back the couch, cushioned by your bundle of tails.

You fell asleep after that, working hard at cleaning the summer house was a lot harder than you had initially anticipated. Sure, Jin had said he would do it at the weekend, but he was always so busy with work you’re sure he would be happier if he could have two days to rest. Plus, maybe he’d even buy you that strawberry cake from the expensive bakery on his way home on Monday.

Taehyung’s focus was on the Tv when Jin got home, your legs still flung over the wolf’s lap as you sprawled across the rest of the couch.

“How was your day?” Jin asked after he hung up his jacket, falling into one of the chairs around the coffee table. His feet were killing him, although that pain was forgotten when he saw the two of you lazing on the couch.

“The same as always” Taehyung’s voice was a lot softer than usual, conscious of you still asleep.

Jin hummed, “How long has she been out for?”

“Since just after lunch” Taehyung replies, eyes flitting back down to you who now had the corner of a cushion I your mouth.

“She’s going to be up all night” Jin tuts in disbelief, “Wake her up for me, I’ll start dinner”

Taehyung leaves you be for a second, (really, he just felt bad about waking you up when you seemed to be so tired). A sinister smile graced his face, his fingers itching to grab one of your tails again, the fur addictingly soft.

You jolt up when he pulls the base, your whole body shivering in response. “Jin said you should wake up” and as if on cue that clank of pots and pans resonated from the kitchen.

You flop back down on the coach, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. “I was having such a nice dream” you pout up at the wolf who snorts back at you.

“Whatever, I’m going to shower again” you mutter, swinging your legs onto the floor.

Taehyung’s thighs suddenly felt cold, he just sat there and looked down at where your legs had just been before he scoffs, gaze focusing back on the new series he had started.

Dinner was a little livelier than the last weeks, for the first time Taehyung actually joined in on the conversation, telling Jin about the trumpet player he had seen that day on TV and how his new dream was to learn how to play too. You lied about your garden adventures, keeping the summer house a surprise, but Jin seemed satisfied enough with your vague answer about the progress of your vegetable patch and how your flowers were browning because the seasons were changing.

“I’ll have to make a vegetable soup with what you’ve grown it seems there are more than last year” Jin hums, picking up the empty bowls from the table, you shove another rice cake into your mouth humming.

“We won’t have any if they keep getting eaten” you sigh, falling back in your chair.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better than yesterday” he scratches the base of your ears.

“I won’t give up easily” you look up at him before over at Taehyung, “Plus I have an idea”

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Jin asks over the running water, you giggle shaking your head.

“That’s a secret” you jump up from your seat, you make eye contact with Taehyung. He shakes his head at your antics, biting his lip to suppress a smile as you flop down onto the couch.

“TaeTae, let’s play” you point to the tv. The wolf tilts head back in thought (of course he would play), groaning he stands up. He makes eye contact with Jin who smiles at him knowingly, motioning with his head to go over to you.

He wasn’t sure what time you both stayed up till, Jin having gone to bed hours ago with a kiss on your forehead and a scratch behind Taehyung’s ears. The both of you so invested in the game, time seemed non-existent.

You both must have fallen asleep at some point, the digital clock above the TV showing it to be way past midnight.

Taehyung shook you, knowing from the way you were sleeping you’d have the worst back ache tomorrow if you didn’t lay down. You mumbled something under your breath, eyes blearily opening to find Taehyung crouched in-front of you.

“What time is it?” you could only muster a whisper, mind still foggy with sleep.

“Almost 4am” he whispers back and you groan, “Let’s go to bed now, okay?”

You nod, legs feeling a little like jelly as you stood up. Taehyung’s hands hovered around you just in case you fell. “Night night Tae” you yawned, creaking the door open to slip inside.

Taehyung got a glimpse of your room, a lump under the blanket where Jin was sleeping on the further side of the bed. He knew you both slept in the same room, both of you smelling a lot like each other in the morning, but he didn’t realise you had a large bed, and what he would call a nest. He knew you liked soft things, the array of pillows and blankets around the house making that clear, maybe your skin was as sensitive as your tails and ears were.

Your room looked cozy, unlike the bleak room he was staying in. Sure, the closet was starting to fill, Jin coming home saying he saw a sweater in the window that he thought would look nice on Taehyung. And the once sparce bookshelf was starting to fill, but it didn’t feel homely. Your room looked lived in, like years of items had been accumulated.

Certificates and photos hung on the walls; dusty ornaments crammed onto the old oak shelves. A mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, Jin having pushed most of the blankets to the foot of then bed, room too hot for his liking.

“Good night” Taehyung whispered once you closed the door, dragging his own feet back to the room next door. He should be grateful for what you’ve both given him. Hot water, three meals a day, the freedom to do whatever he wants around the house, bought him clothes, and entertainment.

He feels guilty that he wants… more.

He wants what you and Jin have, wants the intimacy, the warm feeling you get knowing that someone is waiting for you at home after a long day, or the long gruelling wait for said person to get home. Or to curl up in the safety of a nest where it feels like no one can touch you and your loved ones, wants to groom someone else in the evening, listening to them purr lowly before you drift off to sleep into each other’s arms. Wake up with slices of orange sunlight cast over the bed, warm morning sun peeking in to slowly wake you up, half the morning spent in a haze between being asleep and awake. Sweet kisses that could bring a smile to anyone’s face.

But alas, it was a dream.

+++

The next morning it rains, Taehyung sleepily slouching on the couch, book held loosely in his hand. Jin had been called in to work even though it was a Saturday. You were in the garden again, coming inside less than other days, cautious of not getting the floor muddy.

You had finished cleaning the summer house ages ago, instead choosing to sit under the porch watching the rain patter, puddles of muddy water covering the expanse of the garden.

It was nearing lunch when you glanced around the door to see what Taehyung was doing, his fluffy head of hair and shaggy ears peeked from the top of the couch as he read.

You fingers dipped into the back pocket of your jeans, the leather collar damp against your fingers.

Deciding Taehyung seemed busy enough your footsteps were light as you walked along the length of the house until you stood in-front of the wooden gate. The lock had started to rust, really needing to be replaced but no one ever got round to changing it.

Your cold, wet fingers delicately held the handle of the gate, trying your best to not get it to squeak as you opened it. It creaked a little and you stopped, eyes darting towards the back door, hybrid ears twitching, trying to hear if Taehyung was moving around, the rain making it harder to hear.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, you turned the rest of the handle. The gate creaked open louder than you wanted it to, but you had no time to worry. Your welly boots splashed the rainwater up your jeans, the fabric soaking in the rain, the heavy material pulling down on your hips.

Once down the driveway, out of sight of the front of the house your shoulders relaxed. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going, just blindly hoping that your plan works out for the best.

You could feel the rain trickle down your face, long eyelashes catching the droplets. Pushing your wet hair out of your face you continued towards the park area that your previous owner would take you to when you were young.

You could see the play equipment sat atop of the hill, your eyes scanning the surrounding buildings. Luckily because it was raining, not that many cars were out, everyone staying inside to get out of the bitter cold.

Your feet took you to a small residential area, houses separated by long driveways. You found a bus stop, paper map weathered where it had sat in the open for so long.

You sat there, feet numbing because of how wet and cold they were. Rain falling through the openings at the top of your welly boots. Your fingers felt the same, they were so cold they hurt to even move.

The sound of a bicycle bell startled you, the man on the bike coming to a stop in-front of you. “Hey, are you alone?” he asks, dimpled smile gracing his features.

The rain made it hard to smell him properly, but he didn’t smell like he had been around too many other hybrids. One good sign that he didn’t sell hybrids for a living.

You take a moment to look over his form, bottoms of his designer suit pants soaked, the umbrella he held in one hand not protecting his legs. His hair looked a little wet too with maybe a mixture of perspiration and rainwater.

The expensive watch on his wrist gave you mixed signals, on one hand if you were to try and find a rich human to own you then they would be less likely to be bribed by those two slimy men that liked to visit uninvited, but then again rich people tend to know no limit when it comes to accumulating wealth.

“Do you have an owner?” he asks when you don’t reply to his first question.

Your fingers pull the collar from your pocket, holding it in the man’s direction. He balances his bike on the inside of his thigh, one hand still clutching the umbrella while he goes to hold onto your collar.

“Y/N? is that your name?” he asks, and you nod. He flips the metal pendent over, as his eyes glaze over the phone number.

“How about we go and get dry and then we can call your owner” he asks you.

What more could you have to lose? If this guy sent you to a facility, they’d see you were technically still owned, and they would send you home. If he kept you however, then you didn’t think that far into this plan.

You were thinking maybe you’d find an old woman that needed some company who would adopt you and Jin, oh, Taehyung as well. Now that you’re thinking about it, you hadn’t thought this through. What sane person would willingly take in 3 hybrids.

“Sure” you tell the stranger.

“I’m Namjoon by the way” he smiles, handing you the umbrella.

You want to tell him it’s pointless, your clothes and underwear already soaking wet but choose not to take his kindness for granted.

+++

Taehyung has never been so panicked. His heart hadn’t raced so much when he watched his friends get hauled away in hybrid shelter trucks knowing he was next, nor the time his first owner had thrown a vase at him and his mother for not following the rules.

His fingers fumble with the landline beside the front door. Fingers shaking as he picks up the post-it note Jin stuck on the table with his mobile number on it.

The phone dials.

Once.

He notices your collar isn’t sat in the basket on the shelf under the table, he had noticed it there when he first arrived. The sun reflecting off the metal pendent.

Twice.

He crouches down, head resting on the table leg.

“Hello?” Jin picks up on the third dial.

“Jin, I don’t know where she is” he notices the panic in his own voice.

“Taehyung? Hey, calm down what did you say?” Jin asks, muffled voices in the background.

“Y/N- I went to go and get her for lunch, but I can’t find her anywhere.” His hands shake, as he stands up to try and look for you again. By now the rain had stopped, the garden a muddy mess.

He had called your name thinking you were in the shed again. But when he didn’t get a reply after calling out a few times he tried his hardest to not smother his sandals in mud, that thought soon leaving his mind when he opened the door to the shed only to see you weren’t in there.

He didn’t have time to think about the décor, large bed covered in an array of colourful blankets and pillows, soft rug on the floor. The new lamp shade that you had taken from one of the bathrooms in the main house, the mini fridge that you stopped using after you kept leaving cheese in there for too long, the fridge stinking of mouldy cheese when you’d open it for a drink.

“I’m on my way back home now. Have you checked our room?” Jin asked. Taehyung frantically shook his head, fluffy head of bouncing before he realised Jin couldn’t see him.

“No, I haven’t but I would have seen her come into the house. I panicked sorry” Taehyung explains as he climbs the stairs two at a time.

“It’s Okay. I’m going to hang up, don’t leave the house no matter what okay?”

Taehyung hears the engine of Jin’s car start. He hums in reply

The wolf bangs against the wooden door, “Y/N? You in there?” he calls out.

Silence.

He bangs again. “Hey this isn’t funny” he lays an ear against the door to hear if you were showering.

Silence.

He felt awful for what he was about to do. His hands slid down the door, grasping the handle and twisting the knob.

Instantly a mash of yours and Jin’s scents hit his nose making him feel dizzy. He rubbed underneath his nose with the sleeve of his sweater before he took a step into the room.

The curtains were haphazardly slung open allowing sunlight to pool into the room. He wandered around the room, now having a closer look at the shelves.

Pictures of you and Jin from when you looked to be around 10 collecting dust. Small paper mâché animals with the paint chipping off lined one of the shelves.

His eyes caught sight of the bathroom door, willing himself to not stare at your shelves any longer he knocked on the bathroom door. He got no reply.

He slid down the door.

“Stupid fucking foxes” he whispered.

[catt-leya]

93. “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.” and 94. “Just relax for me, I’ll make it feel good.” for smutty may 👀

feel free to pick one if you don't wanna do both :)

Smutty May 02.05.

Try (18+) || Rick Grimes

Today is the first post for Smutty May and I hope you like it 💗 Some fics will be shorter and some longer, but every 2nd day in May there will be new Rick content 🙈

Summary: You never learned to drive with a clutch and Rick gives you a driving lesson with a little reward at the end.

93. "That's good, baby, keep doing that."

94. "Just relax for me, I'll make it feel good."

Trigger: fingering, dirty talk

The sun shines through the barred window and I'm putting the last of the cans away.

My job is to stack them on the shelf in the small storage room and periodically my gaze slides out to the yard in front of the prison.

I've been putting the cans away much longer than I normally would have, but in my defense, the view out the window is anything but bad, so I'm happy to take my sweet time standing right there with pretense.

As I look out the window once again, Rick is just pulling his shirt hem up to his face to wipe off his sweat. I can only see him in profile, but it's enough for me to gawk at his flat stomach from a distance.

My hand hangs in the air with the can because I paused in mid-motion as I watch Rick put his hands on his hips and look up at the sky.

Ever since I arrived here at the prison I've been attracted to Rick and every time I do I feel like there's some tension between us, but neither he nor I have ever tried anything to take it a step further. Therefore, I am content to look at him from a safe distance.

Rick turns his back on me, and I put the can down on the shelf with a sigh. I look at all the supplies we've gathered so far and have hope that we really can survive the coming winter.

A few days ago, we agreed to all go on scheduled runs for the next days and if everything stays the way we planned days ago, it'll be my turn tomorrow along with Rick.

I look out the window again and can't see Rick, which is reason enough to stack the cans on the shelf faster.

For the rest of the day, I don't see Rick again. The last time I really notice him that day is when I hear him move to the cell next to me and his bed squeaks loudly as he drops onto it.

He is so close to me, but still way too far away. Sighing, I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling. It takes me forever to finally fall asleep.

***

I'm awake way too early the next morning when I hear Rick's voice softly say my name and then, "We need to get going."

Groaning, I open my eyes and look straight at his body standing in the doorway, casting a shadow into my cell.

I stretch my arms above my head and then sigh, "I'm coming."

Slowly, I stand up and look at Rick who is still standing in my doorway and ask ironically, "Do you want to stay here? I need to change for a minute."

He correctly interprets my undertone and mutters an apology before stepping out of my cell and saying as he walks, "I'll wait for you at the car."

I quickly pull a thin sweater over my top and tuck my knife into my belt before jogging out of the cell block, only slowing down when I see Rick standing next to the car.

Until that moment, I hadn't even really thought about the fact that I'd have to sit alone next to him in that little car for some time, and I swallow hard when he turns to me and looks directly at me. As best I can, I pull myself together and head for the passenger door, but Rick shakes his head and points to the map in his hands, "You drive. Daryl gave me the map so I can take a look at it."

Briefly, I take a look inside the car and when I see the clutch between the seats, I sigh, "I can't drive with a clutch." Surprised, he raises his eyebrows and asks, "Seriously?"

I push past him and reach for the passenger door, "Yeah, seriously. It's not like I've ever needed it until now."

***

Though Rick is driving us now, the fact that I can't drive probably doesn't give him any peace, so he practically forces me behind the wheel in the middle of nowhere to teach me how to drive with a clutch, but when I stall for what feels like the 100th time, I slap the steering wheel in frustration and groan, "I just can't do it, Rick. I've never learned, and I never will."

I lean my head against the headboard and turn to face him. Rick gently grabs my hand and presses it back onto the gear stick as he says, "You're doing fine. Just relax."

Sighing, I let my hand slide along the lever and Rick yanks his hand away like he's been burned.

I watch him avoid my gaze and sit up a little further in the passenger seat, coughing: "Just try again. We've got plenty of time."

Actually, I don't feel like struggling with the car anymore, but Rick has been so patient with me all afternoon that I just don't want to disappoint him. So, I look back at the road ahead and ask, "How fast should I let the clutch come?"

Calmly, he answers me, "Better too slow than too hectic, or you'll stall the car."

I squint my eyes, put the car in 1st gear and let the clutch come slowly.

Slowly the car rolls off and I'm so glad I got it done that I abruptly take my foot off the clutch and of course it rumbles and we stop again.

Again, I slam on the steering wheel and hear Rick laughing low and roughly beside me, "That start worked after all."

I give him a deadly look and growl, "Drive us back, Rick."

He nods toward the road, "Try it one last time. I'll help you."

I'm about to say that his help hasn't helped me so far, when he places his large and warm hand on my thigh.

I immediately choke as I catch my breath and cough softly, "What are you doing?"

I can feel him looking at me, but I dare not face him and just stare at his hand, which feels way too good on my leg.

Rick clears his throat quietly and then replies to me, "Just try to start."

My mind is in completely different territory and not there to make this stupid car go, but I do as he asks and look ahead. I just can't ignore how close his fingers are to the spot that is screaming so much for him and I just can't get the first gear to shift.

The car suddenly seems way too small and when Rick whispers, "Focus." I'm about to rip open the car door and just bolt out of the car and jog to the jail.

But on what feels like the 10th try, I get the car in first gear and try to ignore his hand pushing down my leg as soon as I let the clutch come too fast.

And sure enough, the car slowly rolls off and keeps going when I completely release my foot from the pedal. I can't stall the car anymore, but Rick's hand still stays on my thigh and my hands get crazy sweaty from all the stress.

I'm not going particularly fast, but I don't feel like I necessarily want to go any faster than I have to, so I ask quietly, "Can I stop?"

Rick's hand lightly caresses my thigh as he replies, "Sure."

Stopping works out a lot better than starting, and I come to a stop in the middle of the empty road without much trouble.

The euphoria of actually getting it done makes me suddenly forget that it's Rick sitting next to me, and I fall around his neck as best I can in the little car. Caught off guard, he puts his hands around me too and mumbles, "Wasn't so hard, huh?"

Awkwardly, I let myself slide back into the driver's seat and his hand, which had been around my waist before, comes to rest on my leg again.

As if of its own accord, my eyes wander to his hand and I could swear it's getting warmer in the little car. It is completely silent and I stare at his big hand, which wanders very minimally higher.

I am too aware of his presence and my breath quickens as he moves higher.

Slowly, I look up and meet his exact gaze. Breathless, I whisper, "I got it."

His fingers brush the inside of my thighs as he replies, "Hmmmm. You did."

The mood in the car is charged and goosebumps cover my arms at his raspy voice. I'm not aware of anything but his body inches away from me and then he leans in.

It's only inches, but I can smell him. I smell the soap he must have washed with this morning and his own scent, which almost makes me feel high.

My lips part and he lowers his chin a little to look at me from under his long lashes, "I've thought so many times about what it would be like to be able to touch you while I was lying in my cell. Every time you moved in bed, I thought about it. Every fucking time.”

A soft whimper escapes me and my thighs part automatically to finally feel his hand there.

He leans in even further and his lips graze my throat as he whispers, "Are you spreading your legs for me?"

Rick places his hand over my jeans on my already damp center and I moan softly, "Yes, please."

He kisses my neck lightly, "Please what?"

I tilt my head to the side to give him more room and murmur, "Please touch me."

This morning I never would have expected to say those words to Rick, but now that his brown curls are brushing my cheek, I would tell him anything he wants to hear.

His hand slides to my waistband and then he slides his hand underneath. At the first contact with his fingers, I whimper and unconsciously push my hips up, making him laugh softly, "Just relax for me, I'll make it feel good."

Gently he circles his fingers and I jerk my head around to kiss him on the lips. My heart hammers in my chest as I sloppy kiss him and hardly get air as he plays around the little bundle of nerves between my legs

Uncontrollably, I moan into his mouth as he pushes a finger slowly inside me, knowing exactly what to do to make me moan his name, "Rick...oh my God...Rick."

My insides tighten pleasantly and I reach into his shirt to pull him even closer to me as he pulls away from my lips and murmurs, "That's good, baby, keep doing that."

He slides the hand that isn't in my pants down my neck and he gently pulls my hair so I'm facing him. I can barely focus on his blue eyes as he pulls his hand out of my hair and slides his thumb between my swollen lips without breaking eye contact.

We are sitting in a small car in the middle of nowhere and I really start sucking on his finger and watch in fascination as his cheeks get hot and his eyes slowly displace the bright blue as he keeps thrusting his finger into me in time with my sucking.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the windows of the car slowly fogging up and I start sliding back and forth on the car seat to have more contact with Rick's hand.

He licks his lips and moans softly, "Fuck, I've imagined so many times what you'd look like when I finger you and you can't take it anymore."

Then he penetrates me with a second finger and it's all over me. I can't suck on the finger in my mouth anymore and throw my head back as I start to jerk with a moan.

In the background I can hear him demanding of me, "Look at me, baby."

I have to muster all my willpower to face him as I come wincing around his fingers, which keep fucking me until I'm just a heap of misery in the driver's seat, barely getting enough air to fill my lungs.

Gently he pulls his hand out of my pants and then licks his fingers, almost making me come a second time just by the sight of it.

I stare at him wide-eyed and he tilts his head slightly as he looks directly at me, "And was it enough of a reward that you have properly started with the car?"

No more sound escapes my lips, but I nod silently, certain that I'll be taking a few more driving lessons from Rick.

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

[buckysboobs]

Damaged Finds Damaged

chapter 1

warnings: none

There was tension building up in the room, with alarmed eyes and nervous smiles being exchanged. Damon was stood towards the back, arms crossed, the flames lighting up in the fireplace casting yellowish hues over the side of his face.

"No." he stated, hinting at it being the end of the conversation.

"What do you mean 'no'? Bonnie's still stuck there with some guy who tried to kill you guys and apparently sucks the magic out of people, we can't just leave her there!" Jeremy stood up to make a move towards the older Salvatore.

Stefan held him back, "That won't be necessary. We'll find a way."

"This doesn't feel right guys," Elena cried, shaking her head. "We need to get her out of there, who knows what kind of a person Kai is, what if he kills her before we can—"

"Quick to judge people, are we?" Sarah, (who had always been on the receiving side of the gang's poor judgement) decided to butt in, raising an eyebrow at her. She glanced at Damon. "From the sounds of it, he had many opportunities to kill you and Bonnie when you two were stuck in that prison but he didn't, so I think she'll be fine. She's smart. And if he's been all alone, he wouldn't want to lose the only company he has."

"Stubborn ol' Sarah coming to the rescue with her condescending remarks." Damon commented, gulping down a glass of Bourbon. "We don't need advice from a hybrid."

"Oh really?" Sarah snapped, getting up from the couch and turning to the door. "Well in that case i'll just take myself and my advice somewhere else-"

Stefan blinked tiredly and looked at Elena for help. They'd be luckier if they had Sarah as an ally rather than an enemy.

"Sarah please!" Elena called out.

The hybrid stopped, chuckled and went back to her seat on the couch, but not before throwing Damon a dirty look, receiving an eye roll in return.

"So what is this Gemini Coven thing? It can help us, right?" Jeremy asked hopefully, awaiting answers. Before Damon could open his mouth, Stefan spoke up, exasperated.

"It's nothing, guys. It does not exist. I searched all over Portland for it but all I came across was empty land."

"Let's try again, then." said Sarah.

"It's not that simple." Stefan replied.

"Guys—" Elena tried to interfere. Jeremy looked back at forth along with the conversation when Damon decided to speak up.

"Yes it is." He said. "Now that Elena mentioned it, I don't want to leave Bon-Bon with that maniac." Damon was the kind of person who would do anything against what Sarah had to say because he's petty, and he doesn't like her that much. If Sarah thought Bonnie will be fine, he believed she'll be the opposite. He pointed at Sarah, "You, me, Stefan and Alaric. We're going to Portland."

"Where we'll find nothing." Stefan sighed.

"Don't be so negative, Stefan." Elena said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

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They found nothing.

They walked into the empty, green land, Damon's hopeful eyes turning slightly hopeless again as Sarah walked past him and gazed across the ground.

"Like I said 3000 miles ago, it's not here." Stefan said, walking right up to her. "Can we go home now, please."

Damon dropped the bag he was carrying and Alaric spoke up, "You know what, check the GPS again. Just because we don't see anything doesn't mean it does not exist."

Damon's coping mechanism was sarcasm, which is why he tried to tease Stefan to ease the tension.

"Not unlike Caroline's feelings for Stefan." he said.

Sarah, who had been quiet for the majority of the time they spent together, snorted at his comment.

Stefan sighed, done with those remarks. "Hilarious, keep 'em coming."

Damon pulled out Miss Cuddles and did a passable imitation of a high pitched voice, wringing the teddy's stuffed arms. "Oh no, is Stefan feeling sensitive for ruining his friendship with Caroline?"

Stefan glared at him as he continued, "She really liked him and he broke her heart."

Sarah was thinking when she heard Alaric add "See, Stefan? Even the bear knew."

She held back a chuckle when Damon went on in his squeaky voice, "I saw that coming from a mile away and my brain is made of cotton—"

A thought crossed her mind "Guys I think something's—"

"Gimme that." Stefan snapped at the same time, grabbing the Miss Cuddles from him and kicking it hard. It flew across the sky and before they knew it, there was a house right before them.

"—cloaked." Sarah finished, shrugging as she looked back at them. "Well atleast we're not going back empty handed."

Damon happily skipped past her and stood on the porch as he picked up the teddy bear. "Miss Cuddles, one. Invisible creepy mansion, zero."

Alaric, Stefan and Sarah exchanged shocked glances and made their way towards the door.

"Did Miss Cuddles just help us reveal something that I missed?" Stefan asked, looking down at the teddy bear in Damon's possession.

Sarah clicks her tongue, "I should have known." When they responded with a puzzled expression, she gestured towards the teddy again, "She sent this back with her magic in it."

"Wait, Jo did tell me something about how she stored away her magic in some object." Alaric mused, snatching Miss Cuddles from Damon.

"But why would she send it back?" Stefan wondered.

Damon looked at them with a grim expression, "To prevent Kai from getting out."

"Damn. He must be really brutal, huh." Sarah commented, trying to get past the door when she was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"We gotta be invited in." Damon said, banging his hand against the barrier. "Which means the owner of this house is still alive."

Sarah looked at Alaric, "Looks like it's your time to shine."

With a sigh, Alaric walked in.

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"Jo lived here." He stated, passing them a couple of photographs and newspaper articles. "We have baby pictures, pictures of Jo as a kid, as a teenager.." Alaric shuffled through them one by one with trembling hands.

"Hold on a second." Damon jumped in all of a sudden, "Rewind." He grabbed a photograph from the pile and held it in front of them, "This is Kai from planet 1994."

It was a picture of the said boy and Jo together wearing red christmas sweaters, their faces beaming at the camera.

"He's cute." Sarah commented, earning an eye roll from Damon.

"Does this mean Jo is Kai's sister?" Stefan asked, and Alaric examined the rest of the photographs, looking for more evidence.

"Either that or they both have a thing for Cosby sweaters." Damon replied.

They heard a voice call out "Didn't realize I had guests."

They all turned back to see a skinny man with grey hair and stubble walking towards them. "You've met Kai?"

Damon's mouth twisted, "Met him? Watched him die. Watched him come back to life. Why, you know him?"

The man looked at them one by one, his gaze on Sarah lingering longer. He chuckled, "He's my son."

He extended his hand out, "I'm Joshua Parker."

Damon shook his hand without a moment of hesitation. "Damon Salvatore."

Joshua nodded, "Invisique."

"What the hell just happened?" Damon heard Stefan cry, and he turned around to see his companions shuffling around.

"What's up with you guys?"

"They can't see you anymore, Damon." Joshua said and Damon gave him a questioning look, "Which means they also can't see this."

Next thing Damon knew, he had earned himself an aneurysm and was crying out in pain before things went black.

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Around half an hour passed by and they still couldn't see another sign of the house. Stefan was on the call with Elena and Alaric was questioning Jo about Kai. Sarah was listening to both their conversations with vamp hearing.

From what she had gathered, Elena was trying to tell some random guy that she was a vampire, and Alaric was asking Jo about the ascendant which she actually had with her all along. Her dad was a coven leader who couldn't let Kai out no matter what, and was willing to 'retaliate' if things went south. Her evil twin is a murderer who killed almost his whole family, and was stuck in the prison world 1994 as punishment. They really had travelled 3000 miles for nothing, and Damon's life was probably in danger. Which she didn't worry about much, if she was honest.

She jumped slightly when she heard Jo let out a yelp, followed by a few thumps and bangs. Alaric asked what was going on, worry striking his voice. Stefan and Sarah both walked up to him.

"Jo? Jo what's going on?!"

Next thing they heard was Elena's voice on the other side of the phone, "It's her dad, he—he's trying to kill her!"

"What do we do?!" Alaric said, "How do we stop him?"

"We can't see the house and i'm not invited in," Stefan added, "Jo invite us in—"

"Come in! Come in!" She cried in pain, followed by more coughs. She sounded like she was choking.

"We still can't see the house!" Sarah said. Elena carried the message and she heard Jo's throaty voice respond, "Ask them if they see an old tree stump in the yard!"

It was right there and they ran towards it, shuffling through the pile of dried leaves before Alaric pulled out a knife.

"What's this?" Sarah wondered.

"This is probably Jo's version of Miss Cuddles." Alaric replied.

Stefan grabbed it and shot it right across the empty land, where it stabbed into the wooden porch pillar.

Next thing they know, Stefan was saving Damon from the grasp of Mr. Joshua Parker who thought it was incredibly normal to vanish into thin air.

"I did not sign up for this."

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"So Papa Kai just tried scrambling my brain like an egg and you three are looking like someone shoved a stick up your ass?" Damon said, walking towards the car. "I did not get undressed at the airport for this."

"Jo had the ascendant all along." Stefan told him.

"It was 5 minutes away from home. And we travelled 3000 miles. How fun." Sarah wailed, walking up behind them. "This was so useless."

"Stop complaining." Damon said, rolling his eyes at her again.

Jesus Christ, she thought. "You were literally complaining 30 seconds ago."

"Stop fighting, you two." Alaric jumped in, "Now there is obviously no way we're getting the ascendant or letting her brother out—"

"We could just kill him if he escapes!" Damon argued.

"No, Damon." Alaric snapped, "I'm not letting another maniac kill my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? You've been on like, 3 dates—"

"Shut up, Damon." Sarah and Stefan said in unison.

Damon however, didn't listen and decided to compel Alaric into stealing the ascendant.

"It's gonna come bite you in the ass." Sarah had told him, and he had flipped her off. Stefan had let him go with a disappointed shake of his head and that thing he did where his lips squeezed into a thin line to portray his disapproval.

Little did they know Kai was already out.

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some of you really liked the prologue so here's the first chapter! please let me know if you like it heheheh.

[grantszn]

wet dreams ethan dolan (part one)

i was listening to wet dreamz by j cole so like recommend listening to that🥴 also idk how i long i wanna make this so we’ll see might be more than one smut scene, aLso it’s my first time doing it from the twin’s pov so bear with me lmao, tELL ME IF YOU WANT A PART TWO!

(lil dt to my mother @lilac-dolans since she’s in ethan’s lane🥵 and a dt to my actual daddy @grungegrant)

summary: ethan is incredibly attracted to the new girl in his math class and what started out as innocent flirting soon progressed in something much more

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mentions of smut, and yeah

ethan-

i was currently in the hall talking with my friends talking about random shit like we usually did. the school bell rang signaling it was time for class so we quickly finished up,

"alright," i walked backwards and pointed at them, "I'll see you guys after class"

With a chuckle i turned back around smoothly draping my bookbag over my shoulder and chewing the gum in my mouth. Walking into my first class of the day, mathematics, i went to the very back to my main seat hanging my bookbag on the back of the chair. Not caring to pay attention to my surroundings as nothing ever changed. i reached into the side of my bookbag, grabbing a pencil and faced the front of the class still obnoxiously chewing my gum whilst tapping my foot.

"Can you please stop chewing so loud" i heard a voice speak beside me,

I quickly turned my head furrowing my eyebrows at the person my mouth gently falling open and the gum nearly falling out from the sight in front of me. she was gorgeous, long hair, beautiful soft caramel skin and the prettiest doe eyes i've ever seen. i just stared at her for a few minutes before i realized how weird i probably looked,

"Oh yeah my bad" i smirked beginning to chew my gum once again, this time quieter not daring to break eye contact

She sent me a quick nod and looked back to the front of the classroom where the teacher was sorting through papers. I carefully ran my eyes over her body licking my lips in the process before i snapped back into reality,

“Hey you gotta pencil i could borrow, forgot mine” i whispered with a slight grin

I tucked my own pencil into the sleeve of my sweater my eyes locking on her as she nodded. She gave me a look before she bent down to reach into her bag. My eyes quickly ran down her body once more, instantly landing on her ass, her perky fat ass. i bite my lower lip those leggings of hers giving little to no imagination. I cleared my throat as she leaned back up and turned to me, a soft smile placed on her lips,

“Here you go” Her angelic voice spoke

As she outstretched her arm i took the pencil from her my fingers grazing upon her skin as i did so, soft.

“Thanks. i’m Ethan by the way” i slowly licked my lips

“y/n” She smiled before turning back to the front of the class as the teacher began speaking

Math class just for a whole lot more fun.

* * * *

Math class ended and I closed my notebook and stuffed it into my bag along with my pencil. Quickly I stood up going to exit wanting to catch up with the girl to try and catch her number. I left the room and glanced around at all the kids and groaned as she was no where to be seen. I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels heading to my next class of the day, bummed out.

Still chewing that gum obnoxiously in my mouth as i pushed the door open to my next class. Walking in i plopped down in the front sitting next to my brother, Grayson. I kept my eyes locked on the board in front of me the only thing in my mind being her. More importantly the things i could do to he-

“Yo E”

My head snapped over to the voice knowing it belonged to my brother, obviously. Clearing my throat, i shifted a bit in my seat and sat up straighter my attention diverting to him,

“What’s up man?” i whispered with a raised eyebrow

Grayson leaned over but not before glancing around making sure no eyes were on us. A cocky smirk grew on his lips as patted my shoulder,

“I don’t know,” he glanced down, “You tell me bro”

My eyes quickly widened as i shot him a glare, my hand reaching down to pull my sweater down as best as i could. Using my other hand i shoved him away from me as a scoff fell from my lips as he laughed as quietly as possible,

“Shut up you fucking idiot” clenching my jaw i divert my attention back to the front of the class

I glance down at the notebook in front of me that currently has nothing written down, fuck. Licking my lips i sat up a bit straighter and began copying everything off the board word for word, trying my best to catch up before the bell rang.

* * * a week later * * *

I was currently on my way to school, my brother driving cause my mind was far too distracted. y/n and i had gotten a lot closer recently. Well we haven’t talked much out of class but during we can barely shut up to the point where we’ve started passing notes. There’s also been a lot of flirting going on. Quickly i got knocked out of my trance as my brother shut the car off and hopped on out. Licking my lips i stuffed my phone into the pocket of my hoodie i quickly got out as well. I was incredibly anxious to see her again even though it was only a day. I entered the school building giving my brother a quick nod before i quickly made way for math class. As i made it to the door i walked in and to my seat, she wasnt here yet. With a soft sigh i dropped my bag down and sat down with my pencil in hand tapping it along the desk.

My eyes quickly looked up as i heard that beautiful laugh that i’ve luckily been able to grow used to. Sitting up i bit my lip as i took in her appearance. She was talking to a student leaning against the door and i just watched the way her incredibly plump lips glided against one another, the lip gloss spread across them highlighting them ever more. Biting my lip a bit harder as she started walking to her seat, my eyes scanned down her body more she was wearing skinny jeans that perfectly sculpted her ass and them thighs, god them thick ass thighs that i wish could just be wrapped around my hea-

“Hey Ethan” she smiled at me

Quickly i locked eyes with her my lip popping out from between my teeth as i flashed her the most innocent smile i could manage. Completely trying to hide the fact that i was just having those thoughts.

“Hey y/n, looking beautiful today as always” i shot her a playful wink as she sat down

She giggled softly causing my heart to flutter in the slightest before she looked away but not before i caught onto the slight blush that had rose to her cheeks.

“Oh shut up” she looked back over to me tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear

Her hair was currently in its natural curly straight and it suited her so beautifully, she was beautiful. Leaning my elbows on the desk a bit i proceeded to ask her how her morning was. Which quickly led to some small talk before we rudely got interrupted by the teacher shushing is. Rolling my eyes at them i shot her another smile before we both diverted our attention back to the teacher and their pointless words. About halfway through the lesson i had grown bored and glanced over at y/n, only to catch her writing down on a small piece of paper. My eyes glanced to her face seeing her shoot me a playful look as she crumbled up the piece of paper and casually dropped it on the floor with a soft smirk. Glancing back up at the teacher i stretched my arms casually and shifted to lean down and ‘tie my shoe’ grabbing the paper. I sat back leaning back a bit and carefully began to open it, not wanting to rip the thin paper. Once i successfully opened it, my eyes widened at the words written upon it,

“you over have sex before?”

Clearing my throat slyly i felt my palms start to get sweaty. Where did this come from so suddenly? I bit my lower lip deciding to play it cool, looking over at her i shot her smirk and licked my lips, ripping off a piece of paper from my notebook myself. Quickly i picked my pencil back up, i began writing,

“Of course i had sex before”

knowing i was fronting..

“i’m like pro baby”

knowing i was stunting..

Quickly folding the piece of paper, i stretched my arms out once more casually dropping the paper successfully into her lap. Feeling my heartbeat continue to pick up pace. But i couldn’t tell her the truth, i haven’t been in pussy since the day i came out one, but she didn’t need to know that. Biting my lip i watched her closely as she read the note, picking up on the noticeable blush that arose onto her cheeks. The anticipation killing me as she began writing on the back of the same piece of paper, slyly handing it over to me this time, hoping she didn’t notice how clammy my hands were. I anxiously opened the piece of paper feeling myself more alert then i have ever been before,

“Oh you a pro baby? well i want you to show me, my mom’s gone for the weekend.”

Feeling my heart rate pick up even more as i clenched my jaw slightly. I bit my lip for the hundredth time today as i got another small piece of paper and began writing my response. My mind wandering all over the place as i did so just beginning to imagine everything. I began thinking about how her body looked naked while she laid on the bed. I mentally groaned as i shifted a bit in my seat, fixing my shirt over my bulge that became more prominent as my thoughts progressed. I glanced up at the teacher seeing he was calling on students now to come to the board, oh god please don’t make me stand up. I gripped my pencil in my hand and quickly wrote my response,

“yeah baby sounds like a plan”

Tried to play it cool, sound like the man. I slyly gave the note back to her watching closely once again as she read it. she went to respond i saw but the bell ringing beat us to it. I shot her a quick wink as i stood up and grabbed my bookbag walking out as calmly as i could. As I made it to my locker i calmed down a bit and slouched against it, wondering how this was going to work.

Knowing damn well i was a virgin..

[witchboyjimin]

fatal if it's not too much can u write some short jikook drabble for me rn ?? I'll be going on a trip and will return after 3 months. I'll most likely not have internet. I just want to read something from you before I leave. It's just that your writing gives me so much joy. It doesn't necessarily have to be a drabble. Like talk about how you see jikook if you want? Anything is fine. Take care

aahhh, oh my god :( i’d be really sad without internet for 3 months but i sincerely hope you have a wonderful trip!!!! i’m…not great at writing on the spot! but i’ll share two snippets of two different wips with you okay!!! idk if they’ll be much but i hope they help and i really hope you enjoy your trip a lot, darling!!!!!

also!!! your english is wonderful. please never apologise for your english okay!!!! you’re doing great!!!

i stuck the snippets under a read more n___n

wip snippet one is from a canon jikook fic:

“You’re staring,” Seokjin comments in what Jeongguk thinks is amusement, the residual notes of patience mixing in. His eyes are burning, the way they always do, begging for sleep, but Jeongguk carries around a craving in his heart, as if there were some kind of quota needing fulfillment. Longing, Jeongguk finds, is more troublesome than the constant exhaustion that trails after him like a second shadow.

“No, I’m not.”

Seokjin hums, corners of his mouth lifting just slightly, like this is a game. Maybe it is. “Okay.”

Jeongguk’s always finds it frustrating how happy Seokjin is to be complacent, gathering up tidbits of information and tucking them between his ribs for safekeeping. He’s nearly as bad as Hoseok, but not quite. “I’m not,” Jeongguk insists.

“I wasn’t arguing,” Seokjin smiles, the amusement reaching his eyes now. At eighteen, Jeongguk hasn’t gathered nearly enough perspective or life experience. Everything worms it’s way under his skin, staying there like a non paying tenant. Most welcomes are overstayed.

Jeongguk hasn’t really stopped staring. Jimin’s asleep, head lolling over the back of his chair, v-neck t-shirt dipping dangerously low. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but his eyes take delight in every sliver of exposed skin anyways. Lately, it gnaws at him, how restless he feels, waiting for something. He’s not sure he even knows what the something is, just that wanting someone’s attention this much might be indicative that he’s in trouble. Time to tap out, he tells himself, hands still chasing to touch.

“He’s not going anywhere,” Seokjin says, eyes now fixed on his phone. Jeongguk has his own in his lap but it doesn’t seem to hold his attention quite as well. Behind them, Taehyung and Namjoon are getting their makeup finished up. After that, they’re off to their first schedule and Jeongguk won’t have the time or the opportunity.

“I’m not.”

and wip snippet two is from a short, fluffy college au:

Jimin doesn’t like scary movies.

He’s never liked them and he never will and he hates his friends, hates that they always want to watch them even though Hoseok always screams through the whole thing. Jimin’s going to end up having nightmares and he could do without the fear of a serial killer with claws for hands lurking in the shadows. Or whatever this movie is about because Jimin’s trying his best not to actually watch it.

“You okay?” Jeongguk asks, nudging Jimin’s shoulder slightly. Jimin’s spent the last fifteen minutes with his hands covering his eyes, peeking through his fingers only when Hoseok stops shrieking.

“I’m fine,” he mutters back, heartbeat in his throat. How much longer could the movie be right?

They’re all holed up at Seokjin and Hoseok’s place, Taehyung laughing every time the main character does something especially life-threatening and stupid. Why would she go into the room? Who does that? Except Jimin knows Taehyung would go into the room himself, curiosity always getting the better of him. He nearly huffs.

The door to the room slams shut behind the girl and she screams, along with Hoseok, the shadows in the room seemingly closing in on her. Jimin startles, more so at the warm hand running up and down his back, soothingly. It’s Jeongguk, his large palm sinking heat into Jimin’s skin even through his sweater. Heat burns in the apples of his cheeks, the steady awareness of how they’re pressed together from hip to knee never quite having left him that night.

There’s heavy breathing on camera, the murderer lurking in the shadows of the hotel, waiting, watching as the girl stumbles through another room. Lightning cracks in the background and Jimin shifts uneasily, Jeongguk’s hand rubbing circles into the base of his neck. He nearly shivers, but finds himself sinking back in his seat, relaxing. Jeongguk accommodates him easily, shifting slightly to the left so Jimin’s back can hit the back of the couch. Namjoon’s sitting on Jimin’s right, chin propped up on his hand as he slumps against the armrest.

Jimin’s not really paying attention to the movie anymore, Jeongguk’s hand dragging down his back until his arm is curled around Jimin’s waist, holding him snug against Jeongguk’s side. It’s hard for Jimin to not curl into Jeongguk, head pillowing on Jeongguk’s chest, the insistent heat of his body seeping through his t-shirt to sink into Jimin. Jeongguk’s hand finds it’s way to Jimin’s flank, palm flat against his skin. Jimin’s t-shirt suddenly feels too thin.

Jeongguk’s thumb rubs back and forth over Jimin’s side and he can’t stop thinking about it, how he fits into Jeongguk so snugly. His eyes feel heavier and heavier by the second…

“Jimin?” 

Something nudges him, his eyes blearily opening and shuttering back close when he finds the room too bright. “What?”

“You fell asleep.” That’s Jeongguk’s voice, rather close to his ear, and Jimin attempts to eopn his eyes a second time, better this time. He’s still curled up in Jeongguk’s side, head resting on his chest. Jimin feels comfortable, warm. Safe.

“Oh,” he offers intelligently, the rest of his friends all stretching and getting up from their seats in the room. 

“The movie was bad, anyways,” Taehyung offers, back arching as he extends his arms up, up, up, willing his body back to life.

“Sorry,” Jimin mumbles, pulling away from Jeongguk but he misses the heat anyways, misses Jeongguk’s palm searing through his skin where it had rested on Jimin’s side.

Jeongguk looks nonchalant but his eyes are focused on Jimin, unwavering. The attention feels like too much, heat rising to Jimin’s cheeks as he quickly looks away. 

“Home?” Jimin asks Taehyung who shakes his head.

“Everyone wants get drinks. You wanna come?”

Jimin wrinkles his nose. “Nah, I’m good. Have fun.”

“What, why not?” Seokjin asks, frowning. 

“Don’t feel like it,” Jimin mumbles, still shaking off the sleep that’s wrapped him up in a blanket. “Maybe another day.”

“Don’t pressure the kid,” Yoongi scolds, pulling Hoseok up from his seat. He looks like a dementor’s sucked his soul out of his body. Poor guy.

“Jeongguk?” Namjoon asks, passing Jeongguk his varsity jacket.

“I’m good too, hyung,” Jeongguk declines, slinging his jacket on. Jimin glances around for his own, is grateful when Seokjin hands it to him. “Got practise in the morning.”

“Oh, shit, that sucks,” Namjoon sympathizes like he’s ever played on a sports team before.

Jeongguk only shrugs and they all head toward the front door.

“Wait, where’s my wallet!” Namjoon yells, patting his pockets all over. Yoongi rolls his eyes as Seokjin mutters a, “Here we go again.”

Taehyung slumps against the wall, hands in his pockets as their hyungs all go back into the living room to look for Namjoon’s wallet. Jimin hides his smile.

“You wanna go to mine and watch Treasure Planet?” Jeongguk asks nonchalantly, fixing his bangs in the mirror next to the apartment’s front door. Jimin slips his shoes on, contemplating the risk of possibly crashing at Jeongguk’s place after the movie. His essay wasn’t due for a couple of days, he could probably afford it.

“Sure,” Jimin smiles, doesn’t think too hard about the way Jeongguk’s eyes soften, smile delightfully small and pleased.

“We can order pizza,” he adds, cracking the door open. Jimin shouts a goodbye back into the apartment at everyone, pretends he doesn’t see the way Taehyung waggles his eyebrows at him. 

When Jeongguk’s past the door, he flips him the bird, and Taehyung laughs, shouts, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s not very helpful,” Jimin shouts back, shuts the door in his face before he can say something worse. Jeongguk’s waiting by the elevator for him, adjusting his beanie, expression relaxed.

Jimin smiles, feels warm from the inside out.