#where his fur is a bit matted from all the love over the years!

[leviiackrman]

bunny cuddles for the birthday girl…

more art || character page || d.o.b: march 17th

[loveroffictionalmen]

Can I please get a nice fluffy Fred Weasley one shot please? As fluffy as you can possibly imagine. I'm thinking like an 'over the years' type thing, where like it's when they first met, to their first quidditch game and their first date and so on. Fem!reader please <333

Nightmare ✨🌙

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Lupin!fem!reader

Description: When reader has a nightmare, Fred is the one to comfort her.

Warnings: nightmares/flashbacks, a little teeny bit of cursing, angst but fluff at the end, a little bit of gore.

Words: 662

Prompt: “You’re alright, love. You’re okay.”

A/N: Anything for you Eden, hope you like it bae <3 I know this isn’t exactly what was requested but Eden and I talked about it beforehand and she said it was okay to change the prompt, so here’s what all of my Freddie whores get!

“Lock your door, sweetheart, and remember, don’t come out until morning. 9 AM, sharp, we’ll have pancakes,” He told her, his face twisting in a feeling that y/n didn’t quite understand. Remus knew the moon would be out soon, and he could feel himself changing already. The tingle in his spine and the stretching of his skin would indicate that. In a hurry, he shut y/n’s door, a little too hard.

Y/n knew that she had to stay in her room. Ever since she could remember, once a month her father would tell her to go in her room, lock the door, and turn on the television as loud as she could tolerate. He told her that if she got bored of the TV, she was allowed to use the record player to play her favourite songs and have a dance party for as long as she liked.

Y/n liked these nights because it was the one night a month she was allowed to stay up as long as she wanted. She never could stay up all night, though she always tried.

After she had turned on her favourite show and settled into bed, she heard a strange noise coming from the room over. It made her grimace, it was an animalistic sound. Something must have slipped into the house while her father was going to sleep! She had to protect him.

Against her better judgement, she unlocked her door, and peeked her head out into the hallway. The growls were louder, borderline shrieks. She knew her father was in trouble now, there was no way he could be making those sounds!

As she got closer and closer to the door, her heart rate quickened. What was she supposed to do, she thought. She didn’t know a bit of magic, and she was far too small to fight off an animal. Maybe, she thought, if she could find out what was attacking her father, she could call for help.

She opened the door, her heart beating faster than ever. She saw a tangle of matted fur and claws, but most of all, sharp, yellow teeth. She shrieked, trying to run backwards and falling over in the process. The animal snarled and ripped the door open, pouncing on the little girl and shredding her skin with its claws.

Y/n screamed for help, begging for her father, wherever he was, to come help her. She screamed and screamed and screamed-

“Y/N!! Wake up!” A groggy voice woke y/n, making her nearly jump out of bed.

“Help! Help...” Y/n continued, still half in her dream. She kicked and punched, and Fred had to wrap his arms around her so that she would stop trying to pummel him.

“It’s me! It’s Freddie! You’re alright love, you’re okay,” Fred said, panic surging throughout him, making his stomach churn. Since y/n had moved in with him when she graduated, she had a few nightmares like this. She never told Fred what they were about, but it scared the shit out of Fred every time.

“Fred...I didn’t...mean,” Y/n said in between pants.

“It’s okay love, it’s okay,” Fred said, stroking her hair and letting her bury her head in the crook of his neck.

After she had taken a few deep breaths, and her heart rate had turned back to normal, Fred took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

“This is the third time this week, my love. You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Unlike Georgie”

“Not tonight,” Y/n shook her head. If she was completely honest, she didn’t know why she didn’t want to tell him. It wasn’t like she was trying to keep secrets from him. It just felt like it would be a lot, and she didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“Fair, but remember, I’m here for you, my love.”

[nebulastarss]

The story for the catbatfam au: Part 1

The Waynes:

Martha and Thomas Wayne, newly married and excited for the future, bought a cat from Europe. Specifically a Savannah Cat from Britian. (Look them up please they're so cute and BIG) The cat was slightly distrustful at first, but warmed up over time. He had battle scars, tears in his ears for example. They named him Alfred, and thought of him as a friend. He was their emotional support. Now, it's been years, they're out of college, they're settled.

They also don't want kids. Martha grew up as a celebrity and has no idea what to give a kid but is pretty sure that whatever she would say would be wrong. Thomas is not home enough to fully support a kid without his wives help, and neither of them have the time to go to parenting classes, not to mention the paparazzi. (thank you Lady Gaga for teaching me how to spell paparazzi)

So they look at their older cat Alfred and they say (to their cat. They've been in the habit of talking to him like he's a person for years) "would you like to co-parent with us."

So they buy a kitten. A Maine Coon kitten that they name Bruce. Bruce is a well behaved boy, and Alfred quickly gets into the habit of following around the kitten to unsure he doesn't accidently cause any trouble.

(Hey how old is Alfred here? Cats don't live that long blah blah- shush. Age isn't real and cats are immortal. Screw logic)

Bruce grows up happy and loved, and without his owners dying because human!Bruce was the one to drag them to the theater in the first place. He never gets neutered but he never like. Does things that unneutered male cats do. He doesn't even spray??? Like they fully expected him to do that but he just doesn't. So they forget.

Bruce grows into a well-loved cat, and starts breaking out. At first they don't notice, but then he has mud under his claws, bits of leaves on his back. And no one knows how he's doing it. Alfred isn't spilling, that old man just leaves the room if questioned. Bruce doesn't seem to be getting into fights, no scratch marks or bitten ears, but they can't figure out how to keep him in.

One day, they hear scratching at the door, open it up.

Why is Bruce holding an American Shorthair kitten in his mouth. Where did you get that.

So they bring the baby to the vet, find a microchip. He belongs to 2 people who died today. Oh no. What do you mean there's dried human blood on the babies paws. Oh NO.

They bring the kitten home. The name Richard is on his microchip. He does not answer to Richard. One of the performers get in touch, asking if "Little Dickie" is doing ok. The kitten only answers to Dick. Thomas loves it, Martha is fondly exasperated for at least a week.

Bruce has gone full father. Dick is his kitten, 100%. The same way Alfred was clearly co-parenting, Bruce has labeled Alfred as a grandfather along with Martha and Thomas. They're overjoyed. They're grandparents to their kitty baby. He grew up so fast.

(The house keepers have a running joke, pretending Bruce is human and saying stuff like "Oh he didn't even finish college before settling down" "took an orphan off the streets, so selfless, just like his parents". All of the butlers and maids love their weird, eccentric family)

Dick keeps following Bruce on his ventures. (they've installed a large doggie door. If he's gonna get out, they can at least monitor it.) Online comes a video from the police Commissioner's private account, apparently Dick befriended his cat, Babs. Since the Wayne's are a public family, everyone knows who the Wayne cats are. And Bruce is pretty goddamn identifiable. (How many black and white Maine Coons are there in Gotham? Most likely: 1)

Dick gets fixed. They figure that Bruce being unfixed is what caused him to pick up Dick, a kitten in need. Like a weird, cat version of asexuality. They don't fix Bruce.

It's been a few months when Bruce picks up another one, a scruffy Cymric kitten with matted fur and a ripped color, faded tag reading Jason. His vet visit is actually pretty urgent, since he's clearly not doing great and has multiple infections. He was clearly not treated well by the people on the streets, having been kicked about at least once (by the Joker, which is where Bruce found him) They call the number on the back of the collar, and discover the Todd family.

A dead goon husband and struggling addict wife, who is not fit to look after herself let alone a cat. Faced with charges of animal neglect and abuse, Catherine goes to rehab. Once clean, she doesn't ask for him back as she feels she isn't responsible enough, and needs to work on herself more first. She does visit sometimes though.

Dick tries to play too roughly with Jason at first, but after some baps to the ears from Alfred, he calms down and lets Jason recover. Cuddles are mandatory tho. The kitten will be groomed and he is not getting out of it.

[spicebiter]

Mr. Cuddles' Spa Day

My roommate, who I will be referring to as K throughout this post for the sake of simplicity, has a teddy bear he loves to death and takes with him anywhere he'll have to sleep at least one night. His name is Cuddles. This was him before I got to work on fixing him up:

Mr. Cuddles is unable to sit up, his fur is matted and his fluff compressed. His ribbon used to be a lot less thin and he's decorated with hair ties and friendship bracelets K didn't like to wear himself. There are spots on his feet and paws that are made of less furry fabric and these are spotted with stains gathered over two decades. K told me he couldn't be sure, but the number of times Mr. Cuddles has been washed through the years could likely be counted on one hand.

For as dirty as he's become, Cuddles is in good shape! He has no holes or spots where his fur is warn through and his nose is sewn with no loose threads to speak of, though K reports he has no mouth which is odd for such a nose style. Cuddles will be receiving a wash + brush, re-stuffing, and a new bow all before it's time for K to go to bed.

First comes taking out his old fluff.

Inside the layer of dirty and compressed fluff was a layer that was fairly pristine! However, the outer layer was so old and saturated with body oils from years of cuddling that it had all but fused to the inside of the fur like an odd velcro. A bit of a challenge, but nothing that couldn't be taken care of.

With all his fluff removed, Cuddles moved on to a soak in hot water mixed with a mild detergent, fabric softener, and a bit of vinegar to help get rid of odor and bacteria. It was here that I began brushing out his fur with a slicker brush, getting every inch but focusing mostly on the matted areas around his paws and face.

It was at this stage that I discovered Mr. Cuddles had a mouth! The area around his snout had become so matted and tangled it hid the single lines of stitching that gave the bear a charming smile- Something K hadn't seen in so long he'd forgotten it even existed.

With his fur brushed, I left Cuddles to relax while I prepared for his later re-stuffing.

K chose a choice bit of fluff and I sewed up a heart using a fabric he'd chosen earlier in the week.

I forgot to take pictures of this but we also clipped a portion of Cuddles' old bow to tie around this heart before it was given to Cuddles.

Thoroughly washed and rinsed, we took Mr. Cuddles on a short trip to our local laundromat for a dry, with a few dryer balls to give him a massage.

Dry and fluffy once more, it's hard once again to see Cuddles' mouth, but parting his fluff to see that smile is no longer the trial it was. Stuffed to K's satisfaction, his heart implanted, and a bow tied and sewn in place, Cuddles was ready for bedtime!

K opted for a bow with shorter tails, in a blue gingham pattern that looks dashing against Cuddles' newly cleaned fur. He's able to sit up on his own, and although K opted to not include the bag of beans that once weighted him he is a pleasant weight and is altogether perfectly squeezable.

[nocturnalghoul]

A short little Frankenghoul aside wherein Mountain finds a left behind relic of their past.

words: 594

Mountain quickly came to realize this was not something he was meant to find. He had recognized the script on the cover of the notebook as belonging to the proto-ghoul they all called Creature Feature and thought it was another part of their usual trades at first. Upon opening the notebook and seeing the frantically scribbled words he realized that whatever this was, it was deeply personal. 

I feel myself searching their faces for the marks of my kin but come up empty. Yes, we are from the same infernal source but I feel there is no such thing as anybody like me. I am not purely infernal, yet not of man either. I can feel the strings connecting us but they will never be enough

Ah, so it was a diary of sorts he thought to himself. He knew he should proceed no further but was unable to will himself to stop. As he carefully flipped the long since yellowed pages he couldn’t help but scan over the words scrawled upon them. There were many places where the ink had long since faded or pages torn in fits of rage but the overall image was still there. Mountain had always known them as a calm and collected ghoul, however strange, but this painted a completely different story. As he moved on the script became increasingly erratic, bits of ink splattering all over the page.

They will come to rue what they made me- 

- this shall not be my first taste of the tender flesh of man--removed my capacity for love so I must indulge in the anger and hatred

If they want to make me a beast then I shall act as one. 

A few ripped out pages 

-On this beautiful moon just like the night I was summoned I have ripped their beloved “Papa” away-

Oh but that sweet taste of retribution! I hope they never forget the image of white fangs and matted fur growing wet with blood. Let them paint portraits-

-semi-satiated boil of blood inside my mouth-

The remainder of the next few pages were illegible, having been stained long ago with copious amounts of blood. Mountain skipped ahead then, not wanting to ruin his mental picture of the kind intelligent ghoul he knew. Finally he found a section where the handwriting had calmed down close to the end of the book.

To mutilate not one but two ghouls, how could the Dark Prince let his followers do this? 

I have searched along all infernal connections I hold for close to a year and have come to the realization that this blasted Earth magic that has been forced upon me is all that remains of my love. 

He is no more, however he also is trapped within me. Must I not only be confined to this wretched form but left with only a shadow of the only one I care about? What sort of fate is that? Another reminder of how truly lonely a role I have been cast.

Mountain wanted to find more, but he could sense them approaching quickly through the woods. The soft internal anguished wolf’s howl that was layered underneath their entire psyche was growing louder and louder, likely as they panicked trying to find their forgotten memento. He placed the notebook back onto the rock he had found, leaving a few sprigs of lavender on top as a peace offering. I am sorry my kin, for all you have been bestowed -M he scrawled onto a scrap of paper before tucking it between the notebook and the flowers and leaving down the path back to the abbey.

[pinkiepiebones]

if it’s ok can I request gardener renfield opening up a greenhouse :-)

Years after the death of Dracula, Robert Montague Renfield buys his first home. Well, technically it's his second home, but the first one was purchased well over a hundred years ago and for all he knows might have been knocked down and paved over to create a new by-pass.

Anyway.

Robert's settled in New Orleans, because it is where Dracula was dismembered and mixed with concrete and dumped into the sewer system and he'd like to keep an eye out for any vampiric shenanigans that may arise, but also because he's just tired of moving. He sells most of the objects d'art he's been lugging around the past century. He puts some in a storage unit though, out of a sour mix of nostalgia and dread- the stuffed raven, the stuffed albino fox, a few paintings, some bolts of fabric. The coffin.

"Dude, someone would pay millions for that coffin," his best friend Rebecca Quincy asserted the day Robert wheeled it out of the rented U-Haul and into storage. "There's some weird old rich guy out there who would totally want it. You don't have to keep it."

Robert swiped his arm across his brow. "Who'd buy this thing? Honestly? It's a lead box lined with the fur of some extinct animal. Give me a name."

Rebecca thought a moment. "Nicholas Cage?"

"Hasn't he already got a pyramid tomb?"

"Oh yeah... Well maybe he'd use Dracula's coffin as a coffee table or somethin'."

Robert shook his head. "Even if I had a way to contact Mister Cage, I doubt even someone of his, ah, eccentricity would want this." Robert shoved the coffin into the darkest corner of the storage unit. "No, it'll do just fine tucked back here."

Robert's new home is small-but bigger than his apartment with two bedrooms, one and a half bathrooms, and a full acre of yard space- and what the home renovation shows would call a "fixer upper" with "good bones." It makes him happy to work on it. He listens to music and the occasional psychology podcast as he polishes the original wood floors or paints the walls or rewires the light switches. It's therapeutic- he's gone from caring for a monster to caring for himself, and he has found that he enjoys making things bright.

The yard is a paradise for Robert. In the front yard he sticks a couple of those cheery plastic flamingoes he'd wanted for decades and puts in a white picket fence. He gives his home what the home renovation shows would call "great curb appeal." Perhaps superstitiously now, Robert makes sure to not buy a "welcome" mat, and he plants wolfsbane just inside the fence's perimeter. In his head he plays a very old memory of Doctor Van Helsing waving the wolfsbane in his face. It turned out that the man had been right- Dracula fucking hated this stuff.

His backyard is the bigger of the two yards and he decides quite early on he wants a greenhouse. Rebecca helps him build it (mostly because he promises to take her out somewhere nice for dinner, but also because she's his friend and she loves how happy he is). It's small, maybe a bit bigger than two tool sheds, but the inside walls have sturdy, wide shelves where he can start seeds, there's a toolbox with drawers for labels and waterproof markers and seed packets. Bags of soil and watering cans are carefully tucked under the shelves and garden spades varying in length hang from a little cork board propped up against a wall. Robert even refurbished an old battery powered radio and has it set to a station playing classical music, since that seems to be what plants like the most. There's fresh white gravel making up the floor and a thermometer hangs from a string of fairy lights tacked to the wooden frame of the glass door. Plans for a garden are scribbled on a pad of paper beside the toolbox.

Robert and Rebecca are on his little patio one evening, sitting in refurbished mid-century lawn chairs and drinking fizzy alcoholic drinks. Rebecca gestures to the greenhouse. "That turned out pretty good, didn't it?"

Robert nods.

"You ever think about scaling it up?"

"What do you mean?"

Rebecca sets her drink down to gesticulate as she talks. "I mean, you still own the hospital, right? If you pay someone to demolish the building, that'd be a great place to build a greenhouse that people could come buy stuff from." She picks up her drink and sips. "You could even have classes, y'know, on proper plant care. People would love that shit."

Robert smiles. "I guess I never really thought about it. Might feel good to share what I do," he pauses to take a drink, "especially now that what I do isn't, you know, terrible."

Rebecca chuckles.

[kapiandkylo]

LONG POST.

[TW: Death]

Last week we lost our little floof of feistiness, Kapi (originally known as BunBun before we adopted him, then changed to KapiBun, named after the character Kapibarasan).

It has been a long weekend and the days immediately following his passing were sad, lonely, and exhausting.

I adopted Kapi from the SF Animal Care & Control in January 2013, as I was looking for a new soft friend after my little ball of fury, Pixel the dwarf hamster, died suddenly (likely from a heart attack from running too much). I read up on rabbits and prepared for having one at home. I hadn’t seen Kapi’s photo’s up on the SFACC adoptable friends so I was looking forward to meeting a few other buns in mind. As I passed his cage, he immediately ran to the metal door with his nose out and wanted attention — more than any of the other rabbits. I met with a couple other bunnies first; one was so scared he peed right by my leg then hopped away. Then I decided to meet and greet Kapi.

As soon as they let him out with me, he was curious and super friendly. He binkied around me and wanted so many pets. The staff told me he had been surrendered just a few days after Christmas, but whoever his owner was treated and trained him well and he was really well socialized and was at least 1 year old and no more than 2 years old. I loved him, but I went home to think about it.

I went back the next day to get him because I didn’t want anyone else to have him.

Kapi was such a welcome joy in my life at a time where a lot of things started falling apart. He always zoomed around, hopped up on the couch, and demanded attention from me. The way he got spoiled grew and grew, as the living room was soon taken over by him as he needed a bigger pen, more space, and more toys and more attention. He traveled to work with me the first year I had him and got so much love from many people.

Over the next decade almost, he continued to be a fire in my life; with all the ruined plushes and towels, territorial acts, and even stressful speed dating (not always successful) came a lot of cuddles, laughs, and fun.

Even though he was stressful at times, he never got sick or needed an emergency trip to the vet. And he also eventually learned to welcome another bun into his life, Kylo, in 2018.

In October of this year, his annual checkup showed he had lost about 10% of his body weight and he had muscle atrophy. We noticed he was a little bit more tired looking than usual this year, but he was still feisty in the mornings for his vitamins, always ran out and around, and groomed Kylo. The vet said he was “too young” to have arthritis (which I didn’t believe for a second because he was already at least 11 years old); we ran lab tests and his bloodwork came back fine. We put Kapi back on joint supplements and we switched our water bowls out for a water bottle because Kapi was overdrinking and dunking his head in the bowls and couldn’t seem to control himself. This seemed to help him retain a more food after a while and prevented his chin fur from getting soaked and matted constantly, but he was starting to lose his litterbox habits and we noticed much more pee spots on the playmat even though the litterbox was cleaned two to three times a week. We treated him to pellets to help him gain weight. Some nights we did a little PT on his hind legs.

But suddenly a week ago he started falling over more. While he still came out for vitamins when he heard treat bags and waited at the pen door to get some pellets, he was looking more and more tired as the days went on. We would hear him fall because we would hear struggling a little as he couldn’t get himself back up.

We called the vet and scheduled a checkup for the 20th to get him tested for e. cuniculi, because Kylo had tested positive in April but stopped showing symptoms after being on metacam for a week.

A few days after we scheduled that visit, Kapi was found unable to move in his little castle. He couldn’t run out for morning vitamins. He would drink or eat even though he was drinking from the bottle and eating hay, pellets, and fresh veggies just the night before and running (though tripping and falling) around while we were awake. We couldn’t get an emergency visit with our regular vet so we were referred to a place in Berkeley that was 24 hours, so we drove him there and called them that we were on the way.

In the car, I got him to munch on some parsley. I had to prop him up with his little paws on my hand. He would chew for a little bit and then stop, tired. He was still fighting.

When we got to the emergency room, they took him in and said he was in critical condition. The emergency vet didn’t believe he it was e. cuniculi causing his condition, despite us catching her up on his history from this year, and just noted he was a geriatric rabbit especially at his older age of 11. His heartbeat barely registered and he was extremely cold (around 90 degrees, where he should be closer to 100 to 105). He was struggling.

We spent our final hours with him at the emergency vet and we gave him some pellets and celery, which he still munched on, but his chewing and breathing was so labored and he could barely keep his eyes open. His little nose slowed down until it didn’t wiggle anymore. I know he fought so hard.

It hit very hard going home without him.

He meant so much to this home. We’ll never forget him.

Rest in parsley, little dude. And say hi to Kitfo over the rainbow bridge; we’ll keep an eye on Kylo for you.

[the-fiction-witch]

Dec 23 Chestnuts

Media Wolf Hall

Character Rafe Sadler

Couple Rafe X Reader

Rating Sweet

23rd of December 2022

I smiled as I sat on the little wooden window seat with my cotton cushion below me, I sat in my sweet red dress with brown striped fur hems and brown little corset belt, the many many layers of my dress for once serving a good purpose as it kept the cold from my undergarments. In my lap, my little black rabbit fizzbi giving his soft lion hair fluff a pet and a guide. I guided the little bit of his fluff into the spinning wheel to make the tread for future embroideries or repairs, often times I watched out the window at the sweet gardens covered in snow with a thick coating of the fluffy white snow on everything from the lowest grass to the top of the tall pine trees. the grey low clouds hung over the sweet house with the sweet snow fluttering down softly. 

I heard steps from down the hall and soon enough the door opened revealing a familiar sweet sight that admittedly I hadn't seen much of, of late. He stood in his thick boots, his thick black trousers and black overshirt the hint of his white shirt below it, his jacket oner him swamping his skinny body with the fur around the collar even if it was slightly matted from where snow had melted in it "oh thank Christ you have the fire roaring in here" he says shutting the door quickly and slipping his coat off "Why?" I giggled "I just ride all the way from Hampton court Darling I'm bloody freezing" he complained "they barely had a fire going and I've ridden all the way home in the snow" "Oh you poor thing" "It's alright, but Cromwell's business I'd all done so nothing to worry about now till after the holidays my little darling" he Cooes coming to give me a kiss "oh fizzbi, what is your mummy doing to you?" He Cooes petting the rabbit "I'm helping him deshed" "By spinning him?" "It helps him shed and I get thread it's a win win situation isn't it fizzbi" I smiled "Alright, you enjoying your time watching the snow?" He asks perching himself in my little nook "Indeed" "Lucky you weren't out in it" "True but I thought you" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss "You did?" "I always worry for you rafe." "Humm how did I ever get such a sweetie for a wife?" "Magic" "Quiet possibly. Makes more sense then any answer I have" he shurgs "how's about you and I get cosy by the fire and roast some chestnuts have a nice little time?" "Thats sounds lovely" "Perfect you get the blankets I'll go to the kitchens" he Cooes I sorted little fizzbi out so he could hop along, throwing an extra log on the fire and gathering some pillows for the floor and a couple of blankets soon enough rafe returned with a bag of chestnuts and the brass forks and pans from the kitchen he joined me on the pillows and we wrapped the blankets around us one for our laps and the other around our shoulders to keep out the chill he set the pan on the rack within the flames giving me a fork to help with the roasting we cuddled up closely throwing no more then four at a time to ensure an even roast. He told me about his work and I told him about the small things he'd missed around the household. "I miss you. When I'm working so much I can't begin to explain how much I truly miss you darling" "I miss you too, it's strange having days and weeks with an empty house" "I promise in the new year I'll talk to Cromwell, I'm sure he'll understand me wanting to be home with you more" "I'm sure he will. He is my father after all" I chuckled "I'm sure he'll let me have more time off too. Once we... Make him a grandfather" "Well that's a little while off yet rafe" I remind "I know. A few more years. As much as I want children with you, I want to spend these sweet honeymoon years making the memories with you that I'll have for a lifetime" "That's very sweet rafe" I smiled as the first bunch where done roasting so I took them off with the fork as he replaced them with some fresh, I began to try and peal them but he stopped me doing it himself "I don't want you to burn your pretty hands" he says kissing my hand, we went on roasting and nibbling at the chestnuts, even fizzbi and his little wife and Kitts to join us in our blankets 'i love you' "I love you too darling" he cooes

[pokemon-goodness]

About Charlotte

wip sheet Bare with until i get the chance to write it all down

Basic info

Name: Charlotte Parker

Age: 20+ (Dempends on rp)

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual (Straight)

Occupation: Plasma grunt (Former)   Unemployed (current)

Personality: Kind , caring and loving to those who have earned her trust and respect. Distant yet polite to strangers, wip

Likes: Pokemon, vegetarian dishes, wip

Dislikes: People that use Pokemon as tools and abuse them, People that want to just ignore the abuse of Pokemon and pretend it’s not happening. Pokemon food dishes.

Hobbies:

Appearance

Hair: Red Rams horn like bob, shoulder length.

Eyes: Blue

Body type:

Height: 5'8"

Weight:

Pokemon 

X2 Purrloin  Bandit and Jewel

 X1 Sandile  Chomper  

Back story

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse  of Pokemon and violence against a child

This is a wip and may be adjust or added onto.

Henry and Charlotte have been childhood friends ever since they could remember. They could always share everything together and rely on each other. So when Charlotte saw something gruesome one day when she took a shortcut during her paper round, and the adults she confided in, it didn't come as a surprise she sobbed her heart out to Henry next.

There was a casino close to one of the areas she delivered papers to, and during her shortcut, she'd been unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse of one of the backrooms; the room had far more Pokémon than she could count, all crammed into small cages which were stacked upon each other. Their furs were matted, various food bowls empty - as were the eyes she saw. But not a single adult spoke out against the casino even after she pleaded. Not with the massive corporation backing it. 

Still barely ten years old himself at the time, Henry promised to do something about it. He'd always been fairly tall, but lanky. Fortunately, the fact that he was skinny helped him sneak into the building through one of the windows. Unfortunately, before he could open the second cage, he was caught by one of the guards. 

He held the freed Lillipup to his chest even as the guard kicked his face, ribs,  shoulder, and his side. He didn't release the malnourished pup even as it squirmed and bit at his forearm in sheer terror, unaware of what was going on. It's when the guard thought Henry immobile and opened the door to call some colleagues over, that Henry saw his chance and managed to escape back out the window he'd come in through, to begin with.

Beaten and bruised, he limped as fast as he could to the bench where Charlotte was waiting for good news. Terrified at the bloodied sight he posed, she quickly helped him get away from the casino where they could already hear the guard yelling in the distance. Back home, where it was safe. Charlotte harboured guilt over Henry’s injuries trying to save the Pokemon. After all, she had been the one to  cry to him about the  abused Pokemon, but Henry 

assured her it wasn’t her fault,  it was those mean adults at the casino for beating up a kid.

It took a long time to nurse the Lillipup back to health, and even longer to gain his trust. But Henry and Charlotte persevered and, in the end, the small Pokémon started opening up to them, sleeping next to Henry in his bed or snoozing by his feet whenever he had to work at his desk.

Regardless, the whole ordeal had really driven home just how useless they were on their own. So many Pokémon were still suffering, and there was nothing they could do about it. Not with just the two of them.

It's around the time that they're fifteen years old that Charlotte overhears one of Ghetsis' speeches on a square. She's completely drawn into the promise of liberating the Pokémon that are suffering. She confides in Henry that she'd like to join but that she's also worried about joining by herself, since she won't know anyone there. Henry tells her that she won't be alone if they join together, and thus they do.

Henry isn't quite on board with the thought of separating Pokémon from humans completely, especially with how fond he's grown of Lillipup, now a Herdier. But at the same time, if that's what it takes to save the majority of the suffering Pokémon... Then that's a price he's willing to pay.

Due to the stigma capturing Pokémon has in Team Plasma, they keep quiet about the fact that Henry already has one. After they pass the introduction tests and the rookie course, they officially join Team Plasma and receive the Pokémon they'll be using for the cause.

Charlotte received two Purrloin and a Sandile.

When  Charlotte met  Team Plasma’s King N, she found herself infatuated.  While he was a little odd, talked really fast and preferred the company of Pokemon over people, he was handsome, passionate, determined and had a kind, pure heart.

Over the years Charlotte became obsessed with N,  to the point it started to be unhealthy.

She followed him and fought for N’s cause to the very end, blind and oblivious to Henry’s obvious feelings for her.   

When N was defeated by the second hero, and he had left,  Now 20,  Charlotte and Henry left as well, much like N’s other followers.   Charlotte was sad that  N wanted to go travel on his own to discover more about the bonds between people and Pokemon,  but she had already accepted her feelings for N would never be returned so she accepted that it was time to move on. 

He probably didn’t even know who she was anyway.

She had intended to release her Pokemon but she had grown attached to them and them to her.

Henry told her it was okay to keep them, as long as they didn’t look like they wanted to be free and pointed out that even N had started giving some trainers positive thought.

Deciding to keep them,  Charlotte named her Male Purrloin Bandit and her female one Jewel since they were both always getting into trouble for stealing things.

As for her  Sandile, she named him Chomper, since he tended to bite people he didn’t like.

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places we won't walk — spencer reid

summary: when the memories of a past assault become too much, spencer is there, always. pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader category: hurt/comfort content warnings: 17+ due to heavy subject matter, mentions of past SA(assaulter described as a man), multiple mentions of food/dinner, descriptions of depressive episode relating to PTSD (from outside perspective) word count: 2.3k

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When Spencer first moved to Virginia, he rescued a cat. 

It had been a ratty tiny thing back then, mostly hidden under the large dumpster outside of his new apartment complex. He’d seen it scampering around before, but it was when it rained for three days straight that Spencer finally scooped up the animal and brought her inside. She was smaller than she should have been, her fur was matted in too many places to count, but the second Spencer wrapped a towel around her she let out the sweetest purr he’d ever heard. 

She’s scratched the hell out of him for weeks, but when she finally grew to trust him little Andromeda (Andi for short) became the gentlest, most cuddly cat. Through it all, Spencer had learned that sometimes the gentlest souls were those most hurt by the world. 

So maybe that was when you sat him down to talk about something you’d never told any other partner, Spencer already had an inkling of what pain you’d gone through. You’d held his hand through it all and told him, in no uncertain terms, what your past had looked like. 

You told him it wouldn’t be easy, that even though it had been years since that man had assaulted you there were wounds that hadn’t quite healed and scars that still itched if you thought of them for too long.

And Spencer squeezed your hand, not knowing how to be there for you through this but knowing he’d do everything to make sure you felt safe with him.

The first time Spencer saw the lingering marks you’d mentioned that night was a month later. You’d texted him that morning that it was a bad day, that you couldn’t cook even though it was your turn. He’d worried himself for the rest of the day, sitting at his desk and picturing what you were doing. He wondered where your mind was, and though he knew it wasn’t perfect he texted you old pictures of Andi every hour because he knew how much you loved that darling cat. Though it wouldn’t fix a thing, Spencer hoped it would be enough to keep your mind from wandering to those dark places, if only until he could be there.

He brought dinner home—a plastic bag in a shaking hand as he prepared himself for what he’d find behind that apartment door. 

Normally Andromeda waited by the door for him, ready to reach up and beg to be picked up. When Spencer opened the door, however, the tortie was nowhere in sight. In fact, no one was in sight, really. It was completely silent in the apartment, far from the usual music playing as you danced about the apartment, begging him to join in as soon as he stepped through the door.

Spencer set the bag down on the kitchen counter, knowing the food was the least of his concerns despite the growling beginning now in his stomach. Instead, he slipped off his shoes and padded back to where the bedroom was.

He almost missed you when he opened the door. The curtains were pulled shut, the main lights off and every tiny light from any appliance taped over. The blankets were piled up on the bed so thick that he didn’t see your frame under them at first. It was only upon closer inspection that he saw a peek of your shoulder, a hand curled to your chest, a bit of ruffled hair.

“Darling?” he asked softly, careful not to scare you with any sudden movements toward you. Your back was to him in bed but you turned just enough that you could peek at him over your shoulder. No words were spoken, but the light from the hall illuminated your face enough to reveal the shiny tear tracks carved there.

“Oh,” Spencer whispered, all breath fleeing from his chest as the sight of you in pain. “Can I join you in bed? Is it okay if I touch you?”

Again, you didn’t say a word but the small nod was enough. You only spoke when he took a step forward, a quiet “Not behind me, please.”

So Spencer walked to the other side of the bed, always keeping his hands in your vision as he climbed in. He laid just in front of you, a hand resting gently on the bed in front of you. Spencer wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go, but the fear behind your eyes now alerting him that touch was a danger right now.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked after a moment, and the drop of your gaze was enough to answer him. “I brought your favorite takeout. I’d love it if you ate some but I can put it in the fridge for later if you’d rather.”

“I’m sorry.” At first, Spencer thought he’d misheard you. It didn’t make sense that you’d be uttering those words now and yet there you were, still bundled up in a sweatshirt and several blankets, apologizing. 

“What?”

“I’m sorry he ruined me before I could give you what you deserve.”

Spencer thought he knew what a broken heart felt like before. He’d dated others and had them leave him far too soon, he’d lost friends in the worst ways and had some people pick at his worst parts. Yet this, these simple words whispered between the two of you, shattered his heart in a way he’d never experienced before. He could feel it in his chest, a physical ache that radiated out until he was sure the pain would last longer than tonight.

“Can I touch you?” Spencer asked then, voice as soft as he could manage. You choked out a ‘yes’ around the tears that had restarted.

The moment you gave consent, Spencer raised his hand to brush over your cheek. He swiped back your hair, wiped away the tears traveling over your skin, and ran his thumb over each and every landmark on your face that he’d long since memorized.

“You are far from ruined,” Spencer finally told you, voice as sure as it had been since he’d first walked into the apartment. “He may have taken something from you, but please never believe that you’re not enough for me. Darling, you are radiant.”

“I haven’t moved from the bed, haven’t showered. Spencer, I’m stinky.”

“Then I have a stinky partner that I love,” Spencer teased, grateful to see the hint of a smile and feel the sharp intake of an airy laugh from you.

“You know what I mean,” you groaned.

“I do,” Spencer agreed, “but respectfully, you’re wrong. I can’t begin to imagine the pain you’re carrying around with you, the kinds of marks that bastard left on you, but you know what I can imagine? Today, I remembered that time you first came over to this apartment. I warned you that Andi doesn’t do well around other people and that she was hurt too many times to trust them right away.”

“And I told you that cats just seem to like me.”

“Because you’re kind, and you understand,” Spencer continued gently to get to his point. “You never forced her to be in your lap. You gave her space and when she came to you, there was a moment where you looked at her with so much love in your eyes. I didn’t know a person could love an animal that much before ever knowing them.”

When you didn’t answer, Spencer continued to talk. He’d talk until you were ready, he’d talk until he grew hoarse, if that was what you needed.

“My apartment was always quiet before you. Then you moved in and you filled it with so much life. You’re always listening to music or singing some song stuck in your head. I come home and you’re always there for me, even when the cases are too hard to talk about. You just love me because you can, cracks and all.”

“I see your point,” you sighed, chewing on your lower lip.

“I will always love you, scars and cracks and all. You’re allowed to have bad days, you don’t have to hide that pain from me. I’ll be here for you, ready to hold you until you don’t need me anymore,” Spencer promised, braving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll always need you,” you admitted, smiling for the first time that day.

“Then I’ll always be here.”

“Even when I can’t get out of bed? Even when it’s too much?” Despite the situation, Spencer couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked then. Eyes as wide as possible, lower lip jutted out just slightly as you worried over his response.

“Especially then,” Spencer insisted. “You will always be enough for me, just as you are.”

“I think I’m pretty hungry now,” you whispered, pulling a grateful smile from Spencer. Though he would’ve respected your decision if you couldn’t have eaten, he couldn’t help but feel relieved that you were able to now.

“Then let’s get you something to eat. Can you get to the kitchen or do you want to eat here?” You watched him for a minute, taking in every single facet of his expression. On any other day, he might have shied away but instead he sat there, allowing you this one moment—because there was a time in your life where someone hadn’t given you that choice, where you had to fight for any ounce of autonomy in your life. So if he could sit here and allow you to read if he was being genuine or not to put you at ease, he would a million times over. “There’s no right answer, it’s your choice.”

“I want to eat in here,” you told him finally.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he answered, climbing out of bed with the same care he’d crawled into it with. 

With shaky hands, Spencer pulled the now cooling food out of the plastic bag. He willed his hands to steady, to hold that little container with more surety than he’d felt all evening. How could he possibly know if he was doing the right thing, if he was helping you rather than making all of it worse?

“Spencer.” The voice was soft, barely there, but Spencer still heard it. He still heard you. Abandoning all attempts at rewarming your dinner, Spencer turned to face you where you were standing barely in the living space, leaning against the frame separating the hallway from it for support. You were bundled up in as many clothes as possible, making him wonder how you weren’t sweating through the summer heat.

There were fresh tears sliding down your face, lip quivering as you fought against them. Your arms wrapped tightly around your middle in an attempt at self-comfort, but soon were spread out to your sides as if you weren’t quite sure what to do with them.

“What do you need, what can I do?” Spencer asked, dropping everything in his hands in favor of crossing the room. He still gave you a wide breadth, stopping just short of arms reach until he knew what you wanted to do.

You didn’t answer for a long time, simply standing there and watching the way Spencer nervously paced in place. Then, finally, you whispered what he’d hoped you’d say the second he walked through the door. “Hold me?”

Spencer rushed forward, wrapping careful arms around you and holding you close. The second he grabbed you, it was like your marionette strings were cut. Every ounce of physical strength wept from your body as you seemed to collapse into him, holding tightly to the back of his shirt and shoulders heaving with the force of the sobs that escaped you.

“Make it stop,” you sobbed and Spencer had to blink back his own tears at the proof of your pain. “I keep—I keep feeling him.”

“He’s not here,” Spencer told you, gently rocking the two of your bodies in the dark whisper of a dance. He moved his hands, always holding onto you but pressing soft touches in the places that used to carry bruises. It would never fully erase those harsh touches, but he hoped for now it would temporarily replace them. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, not ever again.”

Spencer held you until the sobs eased, until your feet were moving in time with his dance. You still looked exhausted, barely hanging on just like the last inklings of the sun setting through the window behind you. “I’m sorry this happened to you,” he whispered when the room grew eerily silent as it had been when he’d first gotten home.

“You’re the one trying to dance with me in a dark living room because I needed you,” you answered, even cracking something resembling a smile, “you’re here.”

“Are you okay?”

You seemed to consider the question for a moment before sighing and admitting, “No, but I will be. Right now, I just need you. Please don’t go.”

“I’m here for you, Sweetheart,” Spencer promised, “I’ll be here for as long as you need me. In the good days, and the days when everything hurts too much, I’ll be there, I promise.”

You wrapped yourself around him even further, closing any possible distance between you. No words needed to be said after—the two of you simply relishing in each others’ company. Spencer never wanted to let you go, never wanted to break that one barrier keeping you from any further hurt. He wished he could take those memories away, could take away the nightmares you both knew would keep everyone up tonight. 

But he couldn’t, so instead Spencer would simply walk with you. He would hold you, and promise to comfort you through everything that still hurt you. 

He would be there, and for you, that was enough.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ How would SKZ members celebrate Valentines with you pt 1 — Hyung line

-> part 2 (maknae line) here!

✦ bang chan

• est rs, married couple

• oh goodness, a sweet guy who will actually bring you on a candle light dinner after your work. My mind is depicting a scene on how he would drive over to fetch you at your office entrance, ready to surprise you with all the gifts he prepared and of course, hugs and kisses.

• “nice to see you my dear, happy valentines day,” he would first kiss you on your lips, wishing you and present a bouquet of roses infront of you as you entered his car. “Oh my god chan you never fail to prepare them every year,” you hugged the bouquet close to you, smelling the sweet scent while he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s head for our dinner.”

• being someone who earns over 5 figures a month, he would always bring you to high-tier restaurants while booking a private room for both of you to spend some couple time together. “Chan, you don’t have to spend so much every year, they are all your hard earn money,” you traced your hands over his, gently squeezing it as you furrowed your eyebrows slightly. It isn’t because you don’t like it, but you felt that a simple dinner at home, just you and him, cuddling on the bed afterwards would be great enough.

• “Hey dear, you don’t have to worry about it, im willing to spend on you because i love you, it’s a special occasion and i want to make you feel special and loved as well, just enjoy alright?” he would take over the control of your hand while giving a comforting smile, soon cutting the steak and feed you. After spending 2 hours eating, both of you decided to head home as it is getting late, and you still need to work tomorrow.

• You thought that was all, roses and candle light dinner (which you are already more than contented), you are given another and last biggest surprise from your husband. Rose petals traced on the floor until you saw a heart shape present box placed delicately on the coffee table, with 2 bears leaning against the red wine. “Can i open it?” “Of course! It’s all yours,” he walked from the back and one of his hand circling your waist, you opened the box and eyes widened as you saw a pair of swan earrings filled with crystals.

• “Chan! This is so pretty, thank you,” your eyes starts to get watery as you feel touched by all the surprises he prepared, giving him a tight hug as he patted your back. “Your most welcome my dear, as long as you are happy im willing to do anything.” Placing a light kiss on your neck, he swiftly lift you off your feet and carried you in bridal style, walking into the master bedroom. Right before entering, he looked at you with eyes filled with lust and whisper into your ears in a lower octave, “tonight i’ll be the best you had.” And you know you probably won’t be able to go to work tomorrow and he would already have applied leave for you 👀.

✦ minho

• est rs, can be dating couple or married couple

• okay but minho haha, i feel like he isn’t someone who is good at making surprises or buying you fanciful gifts. Like he just always have that poker or couldn’t care less face but hey, he always remembers Valentines and anniversary of both of you. Even though he is a random and sarcastic bitch at times, but the times where he showed love to you is not anywhere lesser.

• The usual tradition would be him cooking a table of food while waiting for you to come home. As you work further, you always take an extra half an hour to reach home after him. He knows that you always love his dishes, so he would prepare extra or something special from the typical menu he has. This year is a little bit different — he suggested that both of you can have a night picnic by the river while bringing packed food that he cooked earlier.

• “Minho, why here (the venue by the river) this year?” The question suddenly pops in your mind as you look at your boyfriend beside you, combing his cat’s fur. He placed Soonie on the mat before shifting his gaze towards you. He smirked abit before answering “i just want to celebrate this day in a different place. We have always been doing it at home and i know you must be bored, so i wanted to try something new this time.” He is aware that you know he doesn’t really like mingling with people he doesn’t know (even though he is an E in MBTI), so you never really suggest to go on dates like picnics or amusement parks as they are always filled with people.

• “Minho you know you really don’t have to force yourself to do the things you don’t like, im really okay with being at home too,” you finished up the last bit of gravy from your bowl and took a piece of tissue to wipe your mouth, getting a shock when he suddenly become inches apart from you. “Y/n, i don’t want you to keep giving in to me. I want to do something for you as well. We are supposed to help each other grow and not accomodating each other. You have always been accomodating with me and i feel bad, i want to do something for you as well,” he gently take over your hand, rubbing slow circles at the back of it while looking at you sincerely.

• You were in awe as you look at the latter infront of you. Jokes and sarcasm aside, you feel like he is a mystery and you always learn something new about him. He never really talk to you much about his thoughts towards this relationship, as he is always confident that both of you are able to walk a long long time. His words just now hit right smack at your heart as you recalled yourself respecting his decision most of the time, to the extend that it is already accomodating.

• “Let’s try out different areas in the following years okay? Take it as an exploration for both of us and we can both do the things we like, staying home is really boring as well,” he pulled you closer to him by your waist, lightly tilting your head to be placed on his shoulders as both of you admire the stars. “I want us to be together for an eternity,” he whispered ever so softly into your ears while kissing your earlobe, stealing glances at the side portrait of yours.

✦ changbin

• est rs, dating couple

• i feel like his way of celebrating Valentines will be special. Instead of being like every other normal couple that go out for candle light dinner, buying each other roses and chocolates, i feel he would actually go and grab a tattoo. Since he mentioned before he want to be a tattoist if he wasn’t an artist, he would actually ask someone to tattoo probably the date of both of you started dating on his left chest.

• “really? are you sure?” before stepping into the tattoo shop, you hold your boyfriend back again to reconfirm with him. You have heard many stories about how couples who tattooed each other’s names, initials, portraits etc and they ended up regretting badly, went for a removal but the skin isn’t flawless anymore. You don’t want him to regret in the future if there is ever a day if you (TOUCHWOOD) break up with him. “Yes of course, don’t think so much okay, im 1000% sure i want this, like how i want you,” he would grab on your hand tightly (of course not hurting you), and pull you into the shop with him.

• “Hi Sir and Miss, who will be getting a tattoo today?” the male tattooist looked at the both of you, while you pointed at the guy beside you. He nodded his head as he sat beside the tattoist, telling him about what he wish to be carved into his skin. “Date of the beginning, are you sure?” Changbin got slightly annoyed. Why is everyone asking if he is sure? His parent’s asked, his members asked, his girlfriend which is you asked and the tattooist also asked. “Yes yes yes i am very sure because she is the only one i want for the rest of my life so let’s do it,” he rapped his way through and lied down on the bed, causing you to chuckle at his response.

• “Why don’t you get one too?” The tattooist asked you while he was focusing on Changbin’s hand. Your face is wrinkling as you hear all the sizzling sounds, creating more fear for you to get one. “Nah it’s okay, im scared of pain,” you courteously waved your hand, internally shouting a big ‘NO’ inside your head. “I’ll be the one taking the pain will do, she can do whatever that makes her feel happy,” your boyfriend that lied on the bed casually followed up with your reply, hitting your soft spot unintentionally as you grab onto his free hand.

• The whole process was fast and he was done within 30 mins. Eyes still fixated onto the new family member to his hand, you were close to touching them but the sight of those red and swollen area backs you off. “It’s okay, you can touch it,” Changbin sees through your mind and uttered in swag, receiving a shaking head from you. “It’s fine, i’ll touch it a few days later when it gets better,” you paid for his tattoo because it is your promised gift to him, while he whipped out a ring for you from his pocket. “I know you don’t like pain, and i know you love ring, so i bought a customised one for you, the date is carved inside,” he gently took your left hand over and placed in your middle finger, not forgetting to plant a kiss on your hand before pulling you to the next destination.

• “where are we going next?” you blurly followed his trace as you are oblivious to where he wanted to bring you. He only said it was a surprise but you doubt his surprise would be something normal. “Let’s go and do what normal couples do, we have always been doing special things for the past few years but since you like some traditions, let’s do it.” He always manages to capture that soft heart of yours even though he acts like a tough guy, but you know that he is always the softest for you.

✦ hyunjin

• est rs, dating couple, marriage proposal

• oh dear this boy, i feel he would actually be someone who will plan a big surprise/gift for you or both of you. Let’s say both of you have been dating for 5 years since high school and despite having arguments or conflicts, never once either one you gave up on each other, but appreciated each other more after every reconcilation.

• as an Art/Arts person, he is very sensitive towards his senses, as well as other peoples’ feelings. From the start of dating him, or even before dating him, he would already draw out portraits of you from time to time when his crush for you increased to next level. Secretly taking pictures of you in class, he would save all of them in a folder for future purposes. He would also write songs about you, or both of you, or about his feelings towards you and all of them are revealed on a day where you visited his house. You asked him what’s the purpose on keeping all these when you are around with him, but he always make it secretive by replying “you will know next time”.

• and you didn’t know that the next time will be today. Receiving an invitation letter that was mailed to you by him, you laughed at how he decided to do snail mailing to you on this day and made it so retro. After reading the details on the card, you made your way to the venue that was written at the bottom of the paper, holding a curious and uncertain heart with you. Your mind is running wild from the various thoughts and possibilities of what he has planned for you, trying to mentally prepare yourself but still get a shock of your life when you stood infront of the gallery.

• “Hyun and y/nickname” the title states and is placed at the top of the entrance door. You saw another signboard that is situated at the side, saying “My dear y/n, please make your way in to receive your gift.” The uncertainy energy got more vigorous in your heart as you feel butterflies erupting in your stomach, eventually stepping into the gallery. It was initially dark but the moment your next feet moves, the lights are lit and a few artworks are placed infront of you. You didn’t notice your tears fell from your eyes until the end of the journey, where you feel your face slightly wet and the tear stains on your shirt.

• “Do you like it?“ You heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend’s coming from behind. As you turned your head, you saw him wearing the high school uniform that he had when he was 18. You laughed while wiping the rest of your tears off, slowly walking up to him. “So this is what you meant by ‘you will know next time’?” “Yes, i finally did it” “I really love it hyun, really, those memories of yours, of ours, of mine, they are all imprinted in my head and seeing them showcased in here, i feel really touched,” both of your hands reached out to his waist, head leaning against his chest as you shed tears of joy. “I’m sorry hun, i just feel- feel so nostalgic and i feel like i returned back to 18.” He is always so great at cooing you and your cries died down pretty fast.

• “Thank you for loving them, they are all my most memorable memories and they all happened in 18. This school uniform brings alot of pleasant flashbacks and if not for this set of clothes, i wouldn’t have meet a wonderful lover which is you,” he planted a soft kiss on your head, gently carassing your arm as he stared at you with sparkles in his eyes. “My another agenda would be, y/n, i am so grateful to meet you on the Valentines day 5 years back, celebrating every Valentines with you and this is our 5th time. Throughout this 5 years i have learnt alot from you, and myself. Thank you for being such a great partner to me and without you, i can never be who i am now. And thus, i want to ask you, can you marry me?” He went on to kneel on one of his knees as you covered your widened mouth with shock, seeing your other friends and family coming from behind and supporting you to accept him. “Yes, i do,” this response has guarenteed all the future Valentines with him and you don’t have to count anymore.

-> Happy Valentines Day everyone ❣️

m.list I | a.bout

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"Yakko is so going to kill me," Wakko? Lol

It had been 28 years since Queen Angelina the First died.

21 years since Yakko became king and married Max.

16 years since Wakko had become an uncle.

and 15 years since Wakko had decided to travel the world and become a "representative" or diplomat of Warnerstock.

And Wakko was happy with that. He loved getting to travel and go on diplomatic missions for Yakko- it made him feel important. Plus, he was one of many so if Wakko wanted to stay home and hang out with his nieces and nephew, he could. It was pretty sweet.

Sure, he was more than a little hesitant at first, but he had grown a lot in the last 24 years in therapy with Doctor Scratchnsniff. He was a lot better at socializing, as well as knowing his own limitations. He wasn't perfect, but he was a lot better.

And happier.

Wakko was a lot happier.

He was on such a diplomatic mission in the town of Millstone- a poorer town he was supposed to report on so Yakko could send them what food and supplies they were in need of.

Well- that was the main task at hand, but he also knew there was an excellent woodworker in town and he wanted to get a little something for his nieces and nephews (even if he knew they would find it a little lame).

And so there he was, walking through the town market on a brisk but not snowy winter's day. He browsed through stall after stall of trinkets, with guards not too far behind him (he liked his space but knew guards were necessary). He looked over trinkets and other interesting things as the salespeople offered him deal after deal upon recognizing him (not a lot of people wore bright red hats like his). Wakko refused most (except a few desserts just for himself as a treat for a hard day's work), as he still hadn't found the woodworker he had come into the market in the first place to find.

Eventually, he did spot it and was about to make his way over, when he bumped into a stranger on the street.

"Oh- I'm sorry, I-" he immediately went to apologize, but the stranger had already moved quite a bit away.

Wakko shook his head a moment before continuing on to the stall. To his surprise though, when he reached his hand in his pocket, he found that all of his money was gone.

"Halt! Thief!" One of Wakko's guards shouted from far behind, and Wakko immediately turned his head to see the stranger he had bumped into weaving through the crowd of people and getting away from the guards as fast as they could in whatever way they could. Leaping over boxes, climbing onto tops of stalls, whatever needed to happen, they did it, alluding the guard's grasp. It was quite impressive, if Wakko must say so himself.

One of the guards eventually turned and saw Wakko just standing around and watching the escape unfold and ran over to him.

"S-sorry, your highness. We'll get your money th-theif in no time," The guard huffed a moment.

"Great," Wakko sighed as the guard went back to being just a bit behind him as he's supposed.

"Yep," Wakko had no doubt they would, so he went back to continuing to browse the fine handy work of the woodworker.

"They won't catch them, you know," The woodworker, a gruff-looking tiger, said.

"What do you mean by that?" Wakko asked, looking up.

"O-oh your highness, I didn't- well..." The tiger stammered. "I meant to say that they're rather... difficult to capture is all."

"Do you know where they live?" Wakko asked. The woodworker shook his head.

"Like I said- they always avoid capture. They probably live on the outskirts or deep within some alleyways or something."

Wakko pondered that a moment.

"Thank you for your information... when I get my money back, I'll be sure to return to make my purchases," Wakko nodded at him, before going back to the guard.

"I've decided I'm going to take a stroll rather than wait around in this busy market, wait for me by the carriage," He said.

"Y-your highness, wouldn't you rather I stay with you for your protection? It's clear this town isn't safe," The guard said nervously.

"Relax, I'll be okay," he smiled. "Plus, according to that tiger over there, the most dangerous criminal in this town is already being pursued, so I've nothing to worry about."

"Well, I- uh-"

"I order you to wait for me at the carriage," Wakko rolled his eyes, not really comfortable with it, but knowing it was necessary. The guard nodded, and went on his merry way, leaving Wakko alone to search for his thief.

Wakko took the tiger's advice and searched every alleyway he could find or any place a hideout could possibly be. Granted, he didn't have much in terms of street smarts about these things, but he had read some books about secret hideaways. Still- his search was mostly unfruitful, and before too long he noted that the sun was starting to set and the wind began to blow harder, meaning he didn't really have that much time before dark, and people would start to head to their homes (something he ought to have been doing too). However, he was determined to bring them back some of those special carvings no matter what, so he kept looking.

As he predicted, the wind did get stronger as he continued on his way, making him clutch his jacket closer to him. He really should be heading back to the carriage, but now it felt more like he had to see this through. He couldn't just- not bring something for everyone, that's rude.

And well... not only that, but there was something off about his pocket-thief he just couldn't put a finger on. He barely caught a glance at them but they were small- short and skinny. Wakko wanted to figure out how to help them somehow, ask for some advice on what to put on the report? Who knows. He just wanted to see them, talk to them probably.

After walking a bit more, a larger gust of wind blew through, so strongly that it shifted the debris of an alleyway nearby. It piqued his interest, so he decided to invesitage, moving the pieces of wood and boxes and crates that blocked it off, before finding a makeshift covered in dirt, rainwater, metal sheets, and all sorts of garbage, with an old tattered quilt as a possible doorway.

That had to be where they were.

"Look, I know you're awfully clever and did completely blindside me, but I think it'd be nice to have a conversation, wouldn't you?" Wakko asked, leaning against the top of the shelter, before it shifted and he quickly stepped back.

"We could go somewhere nice and warm, get you some food or something with that money..." Wakko sighed.

"Look, I want to help, okay?" He said, waiting to see if he'd get a response. When he didn't, he frowned.

He then heard a very weak, very long cough come from within.

Wakko bit his cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

No response.

He debated with himself quickly before deciding to open the blanket door to see what was the matter with his pocket thief.

To his surprise, the robber was no more than a teenager, all curled up on the filthy floor shivering almost to death. Their fur was matted and curly, their clothes filthy and torn in places, though they sure had a sense of style... oh, there was his money.

However, most concerningly, their face was a bright shade of red and they looked very, very weak. He felt their forehead- burning hot.

They were most likely dying- if not now, then soon.

"How could someone go from running and leaping around to suddenly sick and dying in a matter of an hour?" Wakko thought to himself, before shaking his head and debating as to what he should do.

"Well... I can't just leave them to die. Look at them for crying out loud- they're a child."

"Well duh, but like- what do you know of childcare? What are you even supposed to do-? How would you even explain this??? 'Oh hi Yakko, here's this random dying kid I found who robbed me blind, can you make them not die?'"

"I can't leave them though..."

Wakko sighed, taking off his coat.

"Yakko is so gonna kill me," He said, wrapping the teenager in his thick jacket before scooping them up and away from their little shelter. Good god, they were a sickly little thing.

Quickly he made his way back to the carriage, and when the guards opened their mouths to question what on earth Wakko was doing, he silenced them.

"Just-.... take me home, alright?" He sighed, letting himself in to the carriage.

"O-of course your majesty," The guards took the orders well, closing the door behind Wakko as he sat down.

The thief in his arms grumbled and opened their eyes a little bit.

"If you're asking me what I'm doing, I have no idea," Wakko sighed, looking out the window as the carriage began to move back home to Warnerstock.

He never did stop by that woodcarver stall again.

Oh well, looks like he was bringing something else home, whoopie.

...

Yakko was so going to kill him.

Part 1

[lillian-nator]

Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)

V i b e s - hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas. - My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails - Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck. - Wilbur in eyeliner plz - Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny - Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years - He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot - Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals. - The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days. - Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some. - I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money. - They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish. - Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in. - Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door. - Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :) - Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green - Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back - btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior - Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster - Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change - Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over - Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill - Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.

- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo - That’s the group. - I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it. - A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like. - Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes. - Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds. - He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN" - Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning. - They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should - And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship - whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG - "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"

- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out - If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place - It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess - just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere - THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT - They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark. - they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists - anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that

- they go to prom - and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money - and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again - like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest. -  (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE) - the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers

- Gogy = Stylish stoner - very popular, but never not high - Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness - Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit - Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs - where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy - Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once - ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit - He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time

- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs - good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs - all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang - every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends" - Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future - Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair - Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent - it's fucking good kid Jacobs - and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings - Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink: - ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah. - big fan of gummy bears and brownies - Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE" - a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat - but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit - its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat - Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever - And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who - If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis. - Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes - Tommy has to take frequent breaks - They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office - Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate - He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him - he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool - Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does - here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind - Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath - He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy - He gets sick at lunch bet - Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up - It was his birthday, bet - He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him - BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17 - He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school - at lunch, 11:30 in the morning - he's head down on the table, miserable - he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn - and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it - SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER - And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk - generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over - Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story  - ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO - It's Punz - fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks - just a fuckin' golden boy - A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.” - and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED. - by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later - But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore - because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp - - and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore. - Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex. - SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it - he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back" - like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community - so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it - "I'm an atheist." - Punz is the pastors son. - he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep. - so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing." - they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND." - Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?" - Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it." - There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl - like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school - This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right. - You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up. - its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly. - Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage. - He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her. - And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty. - He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back. - He hates who he's become. - But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong. - but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that - that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle - and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders - And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore From Ethan: - A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like - He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette - And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait - And Punz just starts eating - Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?" - "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new." SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000 - it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day - like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years - Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads... - HIS DAD DIDNT DIE - his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves - and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes - and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest - and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will." - "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude." - Tommy does have to get a job - and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going. - he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am - he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school - he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better - he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends. - and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance - so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time - his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him - He’ll get his GED eventually. - I think - The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me - Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist - Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe. - SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years. - He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games. - He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group - Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside - And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church. 

AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING - Wilbur has siblings, fun fact - that we will never talk about or address - but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type - Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.' - They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school - Parents pride and joy :) - Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues. - Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners) - Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier - Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog” - Also he used dog terms around Karl - Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog” - He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch” - He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying - Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a  circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away - Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him” - They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him. - And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles - I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis - And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something - Chains LOTS OF CHAINS - And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street - And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk - Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy - And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom - He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see - Wilbur's kind of an ass - And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Pet Owners Part 1

Owning pets is rare for nations because a true nation’s pet has a bond with their owners as much as they do the land. Many of their pets don’t really have something they represent inexactness, it's just they were there when the nation was born, and they bonded. No one can really explain how they come to find their owners, both parties just know.

Some nations don’t have the nation pet, but instead either found a mythical creature or own regular pets that will eventually die.

America – A big black shaggy dog. Allen has owned Makwa since he was a small child. No matter where he went Makwa would follow. This mini mammoth is very protective of Allen and has bitten Oliver many times. This dog has even followed Allen into war zones. Their bond is as deep as man and dog can go.

He is Allen’s best friend and more often than not the wall he bounces off of. Whether he is venting, planning, or just sleepy mumbling, Allen takes the time to talk to Makwa.

England – Flying Chocolate Bunny (FCB) and Flying Strawberry Bunny (FSB). These mythical evil bunnies are downright monsters. Unlike his 1p that has only one, Oliver has two. Both nations discovered their bunny allies together, but instead of taking just one. Oliver decided to take two. They were found when the nations were about 150 yrs old.

Since mythical creatures have longer lifespans, they aren’t nation pets and die much later than an average pet.

FCB has red beady eyes and is the color of dark chocolate. His wings are shaped more like raptor’s wings and have a white chocolate underside to his wings. FCB often twitches and drools and looks like he is about to eat the nearest piece of flesh. He is known for being wilder and more chaotic, he does some of the dirty work for Oliver by getting physically involved. Scratching and biting Oliver’s victims, slowly driving them mad by wounds made from an unseen force.

FSB on the other hand is much sweeter. She is a light red with small yellow spots. Her wings look like a swan's, and have a light green underwing. Her eyes are small beady and green. FSB looks like a toy rabbit, small and fluffy. She is Oliver’s eyes and ears. She spies on whomever Oliver asks her to and takes the time to ensure that Oliver has whatever information that he needs. When Oliver had many colonies she was the one sent to spy on them. She is quick and knows how to use magic to shorten her fly time.

Oliver loves his bunnies and feeds them a lot of cupcakes and meat. He spoils them with fancy beds and toys. Though he does expect them to earn their keep with various tasks given by him.

Canada – A big white polar bear. Kuma is Canada’s oldest frenemy, over the years they have traded blows and saved each other. The amount of trust these two have is unrivaled by any other nation and their pets. Kuma has been with Canada since he was about a week old. Kuma is a typical adult polar bear with a scar across his left shoulder and it splits his fur.

Canada’s scars on his chest come from Kuma. They got really intense in a fight one day and came at each other for blood. That same fight gave Kuma his scar. Both winded up extremely wounded and ignored each other for a week before making up.

Over the years Kuma mostly follows Matt’s orders. But occasionally Kuma acts like a brat and ignores Canada. Kuma has his own little house outside that Canada built, but he also has a huge mat on the floor inside Matt’s cabin.

Japan – Koi. Like it’s been said before, Japan likes koi. They are beautiful and he owns many. He has been keeping them since he was physically about 12 years old. He has a pond that connects to a tank within his home. It is a huge tank that has all the proper fixings that allow for a comfortable space for his fish.

He invests heavily in the industry and always checks the farms himself when he has the time. Many family farms know of Kurai, at least a fake name he puts out, and newer farms hope to receive his blessings. His name carries a lot of respect and honor for the koi industry and those that don’t meet his standards close shop quickly.

Every so often he will enter his koi in contests. He loves to know that his are the best and has many ribbons from the past ones he has either won or come close to winning.

Germany – A small brown tabby. Luther loves his tiny kitty and spends many a nap with this little baby on his lap. His little tabby is called Winzig and her name is literally her size. Winzig was found by Luther one night after making his way home after a night of drinking about a year ago. She was small and hiding under a box by his apartment. In his drunken stupor, he picked up the kitten without thinking and brought her home. She is actually his third cat.

There were two others he had owned in the past. His first was a calico that was named Schnurrhaare (Whisker). She was very aloof, but they too napped together often. She sadly died in the year 1901. His second cat Axel came to him about 1950 and was a gift from his boss. Axel was a big Mainecoon that looked like a burnt cookie. He acted more like a dog than a cat and Luther loved him. They played fetch together.

None of Luther’s cats have been a true nation pet. So, each one has passed, Winzig is still young and very lively so she has a while still with Luther. Though the other two, Luther has kept their collars and buried them behind his father’s house. He leaves little bits of string on their graves for them.

Rome – This old man had a lion. Not just any lion, the extinct European lion. Mars was the name of this old boy and Rome had him from the time he was a child. At first, Mars was unsure about Rome and chased him. Over time the two became close. Mars didn’t have a huge mane it was more of a gentle fluff around his head and down his chest. His body and head were covered in scars. Mars was known to have a light pale coated rather than the deep dusty color of many of his brethren. He had a regal air about him and Rome cherished his lion a lot.

When Rome passed Mars lived on, but not much longer than Rome. He lived about 5 years while being taken care of by Luciano. Mars being old then, didn’t do much and seemed to enjoy the calm final years that Luciano offered him. He got a bigger and cooler grave than his master did.

Prussia – Alvin is an old destrier and looks like a Percheron. Lightly colored with dark grey boots and muzzle. Alvin has been with Wil since he was born, this stocky little foal just showed up outside and has been with him ever since. Alvin has been Wil’s first pick of steed into every battle that used horses and Alvin like his owner is brave and loyal.

Both master and pet love spending nights together riding through the woods. Prussia gives Alvin lots of training and treats. They are so close that more often than not spend many afternoons together. Alvin is also trained for various horse competitions.

Spain – So we all know this man owns a bull. Idiota is special to Armando even though he won't admit it. When Armando is tending to his fields Idiota is there giving a presentation of an old friend. Many believe that Idiota is a nation pet because of how long he has lived and Spain agrees. As much as he gets angry at his bull being stupid he could never bring himself to part with the bull.

The centuries of being petty with each other make it interesting to both parties. Though in times of danger both have each other's backs. Once during a siege when Spain was young, Idiota was all that stood between him and Rome. Though despite losing, it took Rome impaling the bull and beheading it to keep it from defending a young Spaniard.

Netherland – He has a snake. It’s a simple grass snake that often hangs out with him at home. He loves his little snake and named him Hazel. He says his snake looks like a Hazel. Baas and Hazel go on many adventures when the weather is ok for Hazel. He takes him to the store, to meetings with his boss, and other places. They spend lots of time gathering info on people and just pulling pranks. Baas believes that Hazel enjoys it as much as his master.

 Hazel has a huge terrarium with plenty of space, heating lights, and pools of water. It takes up a whole wall in Baas’ home. It also contains fish and other small creatures that make the tank self-sustaining. 

Baas relates to his danger noodle; in that, he sees himself almost the same as his snake. Both are hidden predators that take care of nasty rats. Which happens to relate to his favorite thing to do with Hazel, feed him.

Austria – A Greater Mouse-Eared Bat, I mean what could be better for him. Austria found Krampus around Christmas time when he heard some noises coming from his attic. Krampus had found his way into the attic and freaked out trying to get out. This caused a tear in his wing, and Austria being surprised by this tiny nightmare.

Austria feeling the spirit of Christmas was compassionate and took care of the bat. First, he forced his way into a vet clinic and had his little Krampus looked at. Krampus's huge tear would heal, but it makes it difficult for him to fly again. That was the vet’s opinion and then went off to call a sanctuary to come and collect the bat. Well, Jon didn’t like that and ran off with Krampus.

Since then Jon has done a lot to ensure his little friend was becoming better. Eventually, the wing healed, but not well enough for flying. So Jon has a little bat that can glide short distances and has a little cave in his home. Krampus gets all the proper nutrition and cleanings.

Though shortly after bringing Krampus home, Jon did call Matt. Matt had some words for Jon when he found out what he did.

Switzerland – This man loves goat cheese, so obviously he wanted goats. He and his 1p own a small herd together that they both manage. Vash does most of the physical labor while Hans makes them look good for competition and takes care of their papers. 

They are all Swiss breeds and earn their keep by giving milk. They have a great life with all the latest things for goat care. Hans even personally watches the new items get installed to ensure that it is done right and that his goats are given something nice. 

Hans pets them often and coos to them as he does. He keeps plenty of treats on hand, to the point all the herd runs toward him wanting treats.

Iceland – Mr. Puffin or Puff as Iceland calls him. This is puffin is nothing like his gangster 1p. He wears a small top hat and monocle. He is much more gentlemanly and often speaks about how Iceland could be better behaved. He often says things like stand straight, address the lady with respect, and so on. Unlike most nations and their pets growing up at the same rate, Puff was an adult when he met baby Iceland. Which concerned 2p Norway, because he could have been some kind of monster trying to destroy his new colony. One of the few times Norway showed concern for Iceland.

Though being the typical expectation for nation pets, Iceland loves Puff. They spend time together going about and causing havoc and attempting to win Norway’s attention. Though Puff still tells Iceland that there are better things to do than pursue Norway, but Iceland wants his brother’s love and acceptance.

Puff does his best to keep Iceland under control and professional, but he fails often. Though he refuses to give up and rather would keep on taking care of his young ward.

[funkwhistle]

Home with you

Pairing: Flaco Hernandez x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, all fluff again

Summary: You hadn’t seen Flaco in ages, so decided to pay him a visit.

The cold wind bit at your exposed hands as you swung yourself off your horse, landing in a patch of snow you'd anticipated to be shallower. Cursing a little at the fact there was now snow in your shoes, you walk towards the cabin - massaging the blood into your fingers.

It had been a long while since you'd ridden up this far again, spending most of your time in the warmer climates of New Austin, enjoying the sand everywhere and the definitive lack of hypothermia. But Flaco wasn't so keen on the south, said the heat got to his head but everyone knew it was because he was terrified of snakes. Nevertheless, here you were, visiting him and freezing your extremities off; your horse wasn't happy either - he was tossing his head unhappily in protest.

Stomping your boots on the step by the cabin, you knocked tentatively, this was an impromptu visit and you'd just hoped he'd be home. Night had begun to wrap it's cloak over the sky, and the stars shone much brighter than you could remember them doing at home. You turned around, glancing across the lake which was creaking a little as the temperature dropped, never in all the years you'd been here had you seen it melt. Snow had settled across it over the day, blending it with the forest floor for the unwary traveller who dared to venture this far north.

“Are you coming in then?” he asked grumpily, and you now realised the door was ajar. 

Stepping into the cabin, you found he had a small fire going in the grate and several bottles were strewn on the floor around where he'd been sat. Noticing you were shivering, Flaco shepherded you over towards the fireside, wrapping his arms around your midriff; “Wasn't expecting to see you tonight cariño?”

“I missed seeing you,” you said, craning your neck so you could catch a glimpse of his reaction. Instead of saying anything however, he just pulled you tighter to him, sitting you on his lap in his chair, running one of his hands through your knotted hair and the other holding you close over him.

“You need to take more care of yourself,” he observed, moving so you were sitting between his legs on the floor, so he could gently untangle your hair which had matted itself on the ride up. You winced a little at his actions, although did not object; the fire was hot now and warming you nicely. Once Flaco felt as though your hair was tamed enough, he moved so his hands were gentle as they kneaded your shoulders, making you squirm as he pushed at the knots in your back.

The pair of you sat there for a while, you opened a beer from the crate under the chair and you were passing it between the two of you; Flaco massaging your shoulders whenever he remembered. But for the most part, you both stared into the fire, thinking of simpler memories of the two of you, of those years when he was the fastest draw this side of Rhodes. Neither of you needed to say anything to each other, sitting in comfortable silence and listening to the gale outside.

“Is your horse in the hut?” Flaco murmured, stirring you from your daze, you nodded, bringing the bottle to your lips, finishing the remains of it as you stared at the glowing embers on the fire. He hummed in response, before sighing deeply and moving to stand up, pulling you up with him. You dropped the bottle on the floor, entwining your hands together as you stood together, finding comfort in the other's arms.

“Flaco, why don't you ever come south?” he huffed, annoyed, pulling away from you to prod at the fire a little, neglecting to answer your question. “I mean, even down to Strawberry, I don't know how you live up here, all cold,” you continued, ignoring the fact he wasn't listening. Flaco didn't respond, but angrily threw another log on the fire and stood up, looking down at you with a scowl.

“I am a wanted man, even in Strawberry,” he huffed slightly after he spoke, taking pity on you, his scowl softening as he took in you tired eyes and rosy cheeks. As though you were made of glass, he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips to your forehead comfortingly as you lay your head against his chest.

“I'm sorry love,” Flaco moved so he could see your face in the dimly lit cabin, cupping your cheek and moving his thumb over your lip as the corners of his mouth crinkled into a smile. “Maybe one day,” you looked up at him, hiding the sinking feeling you knew was inevitable when you asked him, of course he couldn't go south with a bounty like that on his head, he'd be taken in the second he crossed Mount Hagen.

You mumbled an apology, moving closer so you could brush your lips on his cheek, afraid he was angry about you asking. As you did so, Flaco moved away from you, making you concerned you'd done something wrong but his face was beaming with a devilish grin.

“You didn't think you could give old Flaco a kiss huh?” he laughed a little at his own comment, pulling you so your lips crashed onto one anothers, making you laugh a little as your teeth clashed from the force at which he'd kissed you. In response, Flaco only pulled you closer to him, his hands moving from your face to your lower back as he deepened the kiss.

It had been years since you’d felt like this, as though you were floating as he moved against you, pressing kisses onto your jaw before returning to your lips. Sighing into the kiss, you shifted so you could pull his hat off, running your hands through his short locks, making him groan and press himself against you.

“Flaco-” you broke the kiss upon feeling his hands grabbing your ass, much to the both of your disappointment, to look into his dark eyes. “I'm too tired tonight,” he nodded, although the tent in his jeans told a slightly different story, and it made you grin as you led him to the bed in the corner of his cabin.

Once you were settled under the several furs, Flaco pulled you closer to him so he could nestle his nose in the crook of your neck, his breath fluttering over your pulse, making your stomach turn circles like a teenager again. You moved back, pressing against him to retain some warmth between you both as you heard him sigh deeply.

Even though you were about as far from your home as you could be, you had found home in this grumpy gunslinger, and, for now, that was enough.

A/N: This is the piece I deleted, so the ending changed abit, idk tbh - but I’m happy we got Flaco fluff :) - A very happy birthday to @mallr4ts​ !

[bonny-kookoo]

Hangang River Bride (OT7 x Hybrid!Reader): Story summary (chapters 1-5)

Pairing: OT7 x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hybrid!AU, Future smut

Warnings: Mentions of myth & Folklore, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, Drama & Romance, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, so much Angst, Past Abuse, mentions of domestic violence, rough handling and not in the kinky way, I'm adding more as the story progresses, Cat hybrid Jimin, Dog Hybrid Taehyung, Human Jin & Namjoon, Cat hybrid Yoongi, Dog hybrid Hoseok, Fox hybrid reader, Wolf hybrid Jungkook

Summary:

(Originally posted by R0ADKiLL on AO3, taken over by me with her consent in July 2020.)

Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon- a married couple and well known Hybrid owners. While Seokjin helps Hybrids as a very respected lawyer, Kim Namjoon focuses on studying them to help the world understand better. Their Hybrids Jimin and Yoongi, two rescued cat hybrids from a shelter, were their first- now the house is full of booming life with Taehyung and Hoseok, the two dogs they had adopted soon after, and Jungkook, the newest addition. Saved by a rescue organisation and taken in by Namjoon partially for his studies and partially just to give him a loving home, they seem to be finally complete. Until they meet the girl at the Hangang bridge.

Or: Y/N tries to sneakily steal Jungkooks lamb skewers, and almost gets herself eaten.

Careful: A lot of writing under the cut. Mobile users with older phones should switch to a browser page since the app could crash. I'm speaking out of experience lol.

Kim Seokjin enjoyed the simple things in life. Such as the situation he was in right now; in the arms of his husband, sleeping in because they both finally got a day off for once. "Are you worried?" He asks his Partner, who seems oddly serious despite the comfortable silence surrounding them. He knows that Namjoon knows what he's talking about; for the first time in months, Jungkook, their most recent hybrid addition to their family, has gone out by himself with Taehyung, the almost hyperactive australian shepherd hybrid. Jungkook can't be left alone by himself outside their four walls due to safety laws; all because he is a predator hybrid. As a Wolf, together with his alpha-gene, he has to be accompanied by at least one other Person; hybrid or human. Namjoon found it odd at first, but getting to know more about predator hybrids made him understand the thought behind it. Even though Jungkook was one of the most well behaved and down to earth hybrids he'd ever met, there was still a small chance of him acting on impulse. And it wouldn't even be his fault. Maybe he shouldn't leave the house then, but Jin and he decided that he should have a bit of freedom as well; after all, he was partially a person as well. He deserved to make decisions and have some alone time- as alone as he could be. "They're gonna be fine. Taehyung will keep an eye on him." Jin spoke softly, placing a small kiss to the bare shoulder of his partner, who just nodded, before falling asleep again.

"I'm hungry Jungkookie, let's get something to eat. We can eat it over there!" Taehyung pointed excitedly to the park, while Jungkook just nodded. He didn't like to decide things; he never learned after all. This was all still pretty new to him, even though they had been living together for almost a full year. Growing up in a cage treated like a full blown animal does that to you, they said to him at the rescue center. He's slowly coming out of his shell though; thanks to Jin and Namjoon, and all the other hybrids he now considers his pack, he finally lets loose once in a while.

Grabbing some food, the both walk around the park for a bit, finding a perfect spot to eat. Jungkook always thought what it would be like to have Lunch with friends at this park, never thinking it could all eventually happen. "There you go. Do you need anything else?" Taehyung asked, but Jungkook smiled and denied. He had more than he could've ever asked for if he was being honest.

All while this happened, the two male hybrids chatting away actively, the small fox hybrid saw her chance to strike. Modern pet hybrids didn't hear her usually, and both of them seemed to be of the sorts- even though she could smell something weird on the black haired one. Her own snarling stomach however made her stop thinking, slowly inching forwards until her small hand was able to reach the white plastic bag with the rest of the food still packed for the other ones home- until the dark haired one whipped his head around.

It all happened so fast, the girl snatching the bag and running for her life- quite literally, because Jungkook completely ignored Taehyung shouting at him to stop and come back, his mind running on autopilot. She was stealing, from him, from his pack, and he had to get her. Deep in his brain he knew she probably didn't meant any harm, but his instincts did the thinking for now, his long legs easily catching up to her much smaller form. Grabbing the straps of her honestly pretty torn dress, he yanked her backwards, making her fall on the ground with a loud noise. He threw himself over her, his body hovering, hands holding her struggling ones in a strong grip while his legs tried to keep her from kicking. Only when he heard Taehyung whimpering for him to not do anything, he looked up, noticing the terrified look on his friend's face. He looked down again much calmer now, taking in her appearance for the first real time. Her clothes were a mix of things; two differently colored overknee socks, shoes that looked not to be her size at all, but laces bound around her ankles to keep them from slipping. Her dress was white; probably, because the dirt stuck to it colored it all shades of colors. The fabric was torn at the seams, the entire thing not fitting her at all. But neither her clothing, nor the skinny appearance or the bruises and fading cuts caught his attention. It were her hybrid features.

Her ears, turned backwards so hard they seemed to be wanting to dissappear into her skull were a dirty white, rimmed with pitchblack. Her tail swishing back and forth underneath her was puffed with panic, probably white underneath all the dirt with a greyish black stripe on it. The fur was tangled, parts matted- he knew what this meant. She was probably either feral, or came from a place he knew all too well. "I'm gonna let go. Try to run and I will catch you again." Jungkook spoke lowly, and suddenly the small female went completely still, apart from her shivering, which was probably due to her inner panic and fear. Taehyung watched, wanting to get closer, but choosing to stay a respecting few steps away, too scared he might make her want to flee again. "What's your name?" Jungkook asked after he had sit up on his heels, arms crossed in front of him. Her scent gave her away to him; he already noticed she was a predator hybrid as well. When she didn't answer, he sighed. "Do you even have one?" He asked, his entire posture turning more sympathetic towards her once she finally shook her head in denial. It all made sense to him, even to Taehyung who'd never known such situations himself luckily.

Said hybrid jumped a little when his phone rang, Namjoons ID making him answer. "Hyung?" He answered, before Jungkook held out his hand for the device, Taehyung understanding. "Hyung, Jungkookie wants to talk to you." He said, nodding at something he said over the phone before giving it to his younger brother, wary not to move to fast so you wouldn't flinch too much.

"I'm gonna bring someone home." He simply said, looking at the girl in front of him. In no way in hell he would let her just walk off like that, knowing where she probably came from. He knew this could very well be overstepping a line for him in his new home, but Namjoon simply saying that it was okay and asking if he should set out another plate for food. Jungkook chose not to say anything about her condition yet, knowing it would be rude for him to talk about her like that now. He simply said his goodbyes, giving Taehyung his phone back, before slowly standing up, picking up his plastic bag along the way. "Come on." He said, taking off his zip hoodie to give to her, helping her hide her pretty beat up form in his big clothing. She seemed wary at first, not trusting the entire situation yet, but choosing the jacket after a moment of thinking it over. Taehyung smiled at her comfortingly, but keeping his distance, not knowing how to react. He'd been like that with jungkook at first too, unsure and shy almost. Jungkook however seemed calm, giving him reassurance that at least one of them knew how to handle the situation.

Things however took a turn once he noticed the girl next to him paling even more than she already had; breath turning uneven and eyes suddenly closing, she fell to her knees first before Jungkook could react. "What do we do?" Taehyung asked with a bit of panic in his tone, Jungkook now looking like he was out of answers as well, before picking her up and carrying her back home.

Luckily for them, the park they were at wasn't that far away, making it easy and fast to reach the large house rather quick. Opening the door, Jin started to turn around to greet them, before he noticed the unconscious figure in the arms of the wolf hybrid, automatically shooing both inside and turning off the stove before telling them to put her on the couch.

"What happened?" He asked, but Taehyung was talking so fast his brain couldn't process all of the information at once, making him simply nod. "Who is she?" But at this question, both fell silent. None of them knew for sure, Namjoon walking downstairs after hearing all the commotion, the rest of the hybrids slowly following, concerned faces everywhere.

"I don't know. She said she doesn't have a name. I've seen her before though." Jungkook simply stated, making everyone frown at the realization what he meant. She probably came from the same company as him, shipped illegally and living with a highly possible abusive owner. Just like him.

Namjoon kneeled down in front of the couch, softly inspecting her hybrid features, careful not to wake her. "From what I see I would say fox hybrid." He stated, standing up and crossing his arms.

"But her ears aren't red!" Jimin, the cat hybrid asked timidly from his spot near the couch at her feet, feeling concerned at her lack of movement. Namjoon smiled a bit, placing a hand reassuringly on top of his head.

"They don't always have to be. Foxes have different breeds and colors as well." He said, and Jimin seemed as entranced as ever. The young cat hybrid always liked to almost soak up every bit of knowledge Namjoon gave him like a sponge, though he was known to be pretty forgetful due to an accident he had as a small kitten.

"I'd say lets bring her in our guest room, let her sleep, and after she wakes up, we'll see what we do." Jin stated, making everyone nod. To wait was the best answer for now.

Waking up honestly never felt so pleasant as now. Something that should've set you at ease, but it did the exact opposite; not knowing where you were plus the lack of consciousness after just waking up made your fur stand up, and your body shooting out of the bed into the nearest corner. Accidentally pushing down a small table lamp in the process made all hybrids and humans react; a soft knock was heard on the closed door, asking for entrance. But you couldn't answer, even if you wanted to.

The door opened hesitantly, a cat hybrid with black ears and Sandy brown hair making it's way inside gently, before sitting down with his back pressed against the closed door lazily. He seemed calm, collected, but you couldn't read his intentions. He didnt talk; he maybe knew you wouldn't answer anyways.

A long staring contest followed, or maybe he was just waiting for your heavy breathing to calm down, because as soon as he felt you were calm enough he spoke. "If you're hungry, we're having dinner." Noticing your surprised face he had to swallow the chuckle bubbling in his throat. "Its almost noon. Just so you know." He said, and noticed how your cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. He slowly stood up, opening the door to walk outside, but leaving it open. Leaving the choice to you.

After a moment or two, you slowly stood up, legs still a bit wobbly. You didnt know your way around the entire house, but your ears caught noise from downstairs- a lot of voices mixing together. It felt odd to you- where were the guards? Slowly trying to find your way downstairs (you've never really walked stairs before, neither up or down for that matter) your movement stopped as soon as you noticed eyes on you. Holding onto the banisters, you felt insecure, not daring to move another inch. You heard a chair scrape on the tiled floor, and someone stepping up to you. Closing your eyes you got ready to be scolded- this had been a test hadn't it? But as you opened one eye to peak, a hand was held in front of you. "Come on." The gentle voice sounded a bit familiar, and the face was very much so. The boy with the dark curly hair from the park stood one step below you, a gentle spark in his eyes. Slowly taking his much larger hand, you both made your way down the stairs carefully, him always stopping and taking it slow and steady so you wouldnt fall.

"Ah, sit down! I'm Jimin!" Said hybrid cat told you excitedly while pointing to his side, an empty chair waiting for you. His multi colored feline features gave his entire feelings away, and you internally found it a bit cute if you were honest. You looked at the chair for a second, and looked around after a bit as if to ask for permission first. A tall man with broad shoulders and a very handsome face nodded with a smile, and you sat down as quietly as you could. Jimin immediately started to fill your plate with food, your eyes sparkling at the view in front of you; never having received such amounts of nice smelling and looking foods before. Looking up, you felt awkward, yet once everyone around you started to eat too, you took the nod from the handsome stranger again as a form of permission. But there was a problem.

You'd never used cutlery before.

Sensing your trouble, the dog hybrid on your other side (the same one from the park) started to cut up your food into bite size pieces, before he gave you a fork, holding his as well to give you an example on how to hold it. You had to try a few times but eventually made it; the smile of everyone sensing a funny feeling through your body. You had to restrain yourself from reacting too boldly, but if you could you wouldve jumped in your spot at how delicious it was. However, the speed you were eating in gave away how nice it was. The dog hybrid with the marbled floppy ears chuckled a bit while cutting up more food for you and loading your plate until you gave him a sign to stop.

Slowly, one of the two humans stood up collecting the dishes; another odd thing. Why didnt they tell their hybrids to do that? You stood up and attempted to help, when a hand was placed on your shoulder- warm and gentle. "Ah, we'll handle it. Do you maybe want to take a bath?" The handsome human told you, and your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, obviously asking if he was serious. He smiled at you and nodded. "Do you want someone to help you?" Yiu nodded, not really knowing your way around, your eyes spotting the dark curly hair from the couch, he however wasnt looking at you. The human caught your stare however, turning around. "Jungkook, can you help our friend here run a bath? Oh, and maybe jimin has some clothing that'll fit her-" he said, but Jungkook had already stood up, walking over to you.

The bathroom was large, and as you sat on the closed toilet just how Jungkook had instructed you to do so while he turned on the water, you took the opportunity to look around. How long does it take to clean the entire thing? Would you be in charge of that? But the others didnt have to do the dishes either, so maybe this was one of those homes one of the domestic puppy's had talked about at the mansion. As if he could sense your thoughts, Jungkook started to talk while he poured a nice smelling purple liquid into the water, making it foam. "We dont have to actually work here y'know." He started, and you listened to him with a bit of confusion. He didnt push it though. "I'll leave you to it now... if you need help just uh.. call me or Someone or whatever." He said and walked out after turning the water off. You sat there for a bit, not knowing if you could do anything, but deciding to just go for it. Stripping your clothes you gently got into the tub, warmth surrounding you as well as a nice flowery scent. You happily started to wash yourself, not caring for a moment as you rubbed your ears and tail clean of all the grime that had piled up, grinning once the fur started to turn white and black again, the dirt finally coming off. Washing your hair you finished off, stepping out and wrapping a towel around you.

Opening the door you peaked around the corner, until you softly called out for the wolf. You thought he maybe didnt hear you, but suddenly you heard feet stepping upstairs and soon he stood in front of you, holding some clothes out. "Here." He said, and at your look of confusion he simple looked to the side, almost as if he was embarrassed. "They're uh.. mine. I- so you can- I mean baggy clothes are comfortable so, yeah.." he said, and you smiled at that, his eyes suddenly widening at the view he got. This was the first smile he'd ever seen you display, and he couldn't help but feel his heart rate increase.

You changed into his clothing before finally coming downstairs, a bit slow but finally without any help, looking a bit awkward. Someone cooing at you made you look in the direction of the sound, spotting the living room it seemed, all hybrids and humans sitting down. The puppy hybrid with the marbled ears had turned around on the couch, looking at you, while the other tall human came to you, towel and brush in hand. "Come on, before you catch a cold." He said, patting his lap for you to sit on. You hesitated for a moment, until you finally sat down, your back facing him. "I'm Namjoon by the way." He said, until he pointed to the broad shouldered man sitting on the other couch. "This is Seokjin. He's the eldest, kind of the head of the family." He stated, gently drying your hair with a towel before he started to dry your ears as well. "Taehyung and Jungkook were the ones you met at the park." Pointing towards the marble eared puppy hybrid and the wolf sitting next to him. "You already met Jimin. Next to him is Yoongi, the one who called you for dinner." He stated, before he pointed to the one who seemed to hold back his excitement the most as if not to scare you. "And that's Hoseok. Hes kinda quiet because he tends to get a bit loud. We dont want to scare you." The towel felt soft against your features, until he took a brush to run it through your hair. "What kind are you?" He gently asked, to which you answered on a quiet voice.

"A marble fox." You stated, everyone listening closely because of how quiet you spoke.

Namjoon nodded, visibly interested, but keeping it in for now. "Do you need anything specific concerning your diet?" He asked, and you shook your head. Not that you'd know. Until now, hybrid pellets were your best bet concerning food. "I see. I know you probably dont want to talk about it, but it's important." He started, turning your around so you sat sideways on his lap. "Do you want to go back to your owner?" He simply asked, and by the way your ears instantly turned backwards, everyone knew the answer. Jimin instantly moved forwards, reaching out to pat your head gently, making your eyes widen at the gesture.

"We wont make you go back. She can stay, cant she Joon?" Jimin asked, looking hopeful at his owner. The calico hybrid had always been extremely social and clingy towards people he liked, and it showed; he took a liking to you, letting you go would prove difficult now. That was one of the many reasons he'd ended up in a shelter; his high maintenance nature and need for attention made him not an easy pet. He felt for you.

"Its not that simple Jiminie, but well try our best." He said, sharing a glance with his husband on the other couch. They'd have to find out if you were in any database first, and after that Jin could start collecting necessary documents for your adoption.

"Wait, wait!" Taehyubg suddenly said, making everyone look up to him, until he sat down in front of you. "You dont have a name right?" You said, making everyone gasp a bit, apart from Jungkook who knew already. "Then we'll give you one!" He said, looking around, and everyone started thinking. Giving a name to a hybrid was a huge thing; after all, you'd be carrying this forever. You started to get a bit nervous, everyone trying out names until Jungkook spoke up, gaze straight on you.

"Y/N."

And for one once, everyone instantly agreed.

The next morning started slow. You found out that both humans, Seokjin and namjoon didnt work on weekends, and took the time off to spend time with everyone. It felt a bit foreign not knowing what your exact purpose was.

"Master Seokjin?" You asked as you sat on one of the kitchen chairs to watch him cook. He turned around a bit before answering.

"Jin is fine, really. That title is.. really not necessary. We're all equal." He spoke in a gentle tone, and you noted not to call him that anymore.

"What is my purpose in this household?" You questioned with great curiosity, and Jin was close to answering until a hand was placed on your head.

"Being cute." Yoongi answered before sitting on the kitchen board, making seokjin shake his head a bit, because he wasnt supposed to, but did it anyways. "We all dont really have a job or anything. We help around the house here and there, Jimin takes care of the garden for example, Taehyung has his pet bunnies outside, and so on. It's more like a hobby though." He explained while continuously stealing pieces of bacon from jin.

"But.."you started, frowning a bit. "Why have hybrids then?"

"Because, we wanted to. Companionship. Simple as that." Jin answered, before ushering Yoongi out the kitchen, who just smirked as he walked out lazily. How he could get away with his behavior was a mystery to you. Just as you wanted to ask something however, a yawn interrupted you. You woke up early again today, a habit you would find hard to get over.

The wolf with the long hair came in, picking you up without asking at all. "Yah, Jungkookie, you cant just carry her around like a ragdoll!" Jin said, the Saif wolf however just shrugged and walked out, putting you down the couch before laying down himself, arms around you.

"Jungkook.?" You gently asked, but he made a sound to silence you.

"Naptime." He simply said, putting his leg over yours for good measure, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldnt escape. During those two days the wolf had been constantly around you, always keeping an eye out for you, making sure you didnt get uncomfortable. It felt as if he'd unofficially claimed you as his, a fact that felt a bit weird to you. There was nothing to claim. You were a used product, still unsure and constantly confused. But before your thoughts could fall any deeper, the gently sound of his heartbeat against your back made you fall asleep.

Shopping was something that was foreign, again. You knew how it worked of course, but you'd never been out before to buy things- and for you for that matter. You slowly got used to your name however, your brain inking the sound into your memories, so that you'd never forget it again. People seemed so carefree, your companions happy and joking around, Jungkook never daring to let go of your hand, as if he was scared to loose you, and to be fair, a lot of people were out this time.

"You okay?" He asked once he noticed you staring around, and you nodded, looking up to him, since you were a good bit shorter.

"Yeah. It's just.. a lot to take in." You said, while he looked at clothing. "Do you think I.." you started, and he looked at you, urging you to continue. "Stay? Like, could I stay with you.. and your family?"

He smiled at that, squeezing the hand he was holding a bit. "I'll do everything I can to make that happen." His words made your tail sway a bit, the first real time it happened, and Jungkook cooed internally at the sight. And although he didnt voice it out, he made a promise to get more reactions like that out of you.

Together everyone made their way home after everything was bought, you sitting next to Jungkook and Tae on both sides. Things like these were still exhausting for you, causing you to eventually fall asleep, your ears tickling Taehyungs neck a bit. He looked down on you, trying to burn the image into his mind. You looked so peaceful, angelic even, he couldn't explain it.

Deciding not to wake you he unbuckled your seatbelt, slowly moving you out the car and carrying you inside the house. As soon as he laid you on the couch and tried to walk away however, your hand grabbed his pants, gently tugging to get him back. He smiled and complied, hugging you on the couch happily; you seemed to open up to everyone one by one, making him exhale with fondness.

"Come on, let's get you to bed then." He gently said, as everyone around you said their good nights and walked upstairs into their rooms.

"Can I.." you started, but slowly stood up without finishing, making Taehyung grab your hand this time, tables having turned with him keeping you from walking away now. "I.. uh, you can say no, but maybe I could like... sleep in your room.?" You asked, not looking at him out of embarrassment. His reaction however, was a smile so bright and boxy you swore you could've melted right there on the spot.

"Of course cuddlebug. come on!"

"This is bad." Namjoon mumbled, carrying an opened letter in his hand while carding his unoccupied hand through his hair. Seokjin looked at him with worry, walking towards him to catch a glimpse of whatever he'd been reading.

Earlier that day, they've gone out for breakfast, jimin suggesting you should ge used to being outside more. Since Jungkook was someone who slept long, Taehyung and Jimin had taken you out instead, happy to get the surprisingly clingy wolf off of you for a few hours. Needless to say, the canine hybrid however wasnt too happy to find you missing when he woke up, a little jealousy mixed with worry making him fussy until you finally came back.

The news in this letter however weren't too good. Apparently, your old owner has taken notice that you've been sheltered at his place without his consent, asking for a date to quote unquote "return his property" as he stated, making both humans scrunch up their faces with disgust at the wording. Jin has had his suspicions about you being treated poorly in the past, and it seems like he was right about it.

"Should we tell her?" Namjoon asked, not sure if it was something you genuinely should know yet. Maybe there was a way to get you out of this without making everyone feel uneasy or restless. They both didnt want you to go back to that place, having already locked you into their hearts. They also thought you deserved to know, making both worry. However, a deep voice startlet both.

"Tell her what?" Jungkook asked, eyes glazed over with something they couldn't quite place. "Huh?" He said again, getting impatient. He was easy to rile up in general, but with you he seemed to be especially touchy. Jin simply gave him the letter that was in question, and the wolf immediately widened his eyes, looking back at them. "He cant be serious. We wont let her go back there." He said, scoffing, but looking darkly at his friends when there was no answer. "Right?" He asked, but there still was no reaction other than uncomfortable silence.

"Jungkook it's not that easy-" but he was soon interrupted by the young wolf.

"Are you mental?! Dont tell me you're actually giving her away like what?!" He raged out, heart racing with the fear that he could be separated from you. "She trusts you hyung! You cant be serious.!" He said, getting quieter the more their silence stretched.

The main reason was that they legally had no ownership. They couldn't afford going against authorities with the other hybrids in their possession, they had to think about what was best after all. And jungkook deep down knew as well- but he considered you a part of his pack already. Loosing you would hurt alone. But losing you to an abusive situation would drive him insane.

The door opened, happy voices cutting threw the heavy atmosphere in the house, but before they could reach the three, jungkook dashed into his room, needing to cool down. Both jimin and Taehyung looked at their owners confused, but the only thing they could do was sigh. This was a difficult situation. And the outcome could be horrible.

You knew something was up.

The atmosphere had changed, both humans were starting to grow distant from you, keeping a safe bubble around them you couldn't seem to join. Slowly but surely, even though you had a small glimmer of hope this wouldnt happen, you realized what was going on.

They wanted you gone. But they just didnt know how to tell you.

So what was the best thing to do in a situation like that? Exactly. Take away the burden of decision making, and do it for them. Softly folding your clothes, you made sure to leave your room as tidy and clean as possible, as a form of thank you for their hostility. You didnt hold a grudge against them; they had to take care of a lot of wonderful hybrids already. You were a burden that needed to be lifted. Slipping on a red beanie that you may or may not have stolen from jungkook, along with some warmer clothes since it was winter, you opened the window. Walking outside the door was absolutely impossible, since it creaked a bit every time it opened, but the window wasnt a problem to climb out of.

As soon as your shoes (timberlands, a thing that jungkook always cooed over because they looked tiny compared to his own pair) touched the soft crunchy leaves that weren't covered in snow, you breathed in. You made it this far. You could go even farther as well. You believed in that.

Meanwhile, jin stirred in his sleep a little, cold icy air hitting his exposed feet. Did he forget to turn the heater on? No, it smelled like fresh air, even though his bedroom windows were closed. It took him a sleepy moment to make a very scary thought creep until his mind. Instantly getting up and walking until the hallway, opening your bedroom window, his fear became a reality he hoped to turn out as a mere dream. But the soft wind accompanied by small snowflakes making it's way into the empty room was easy too real. And he swore he could hear his heart crack like glass as soon as he heard the broken growl behind him, not needing to turn around to know whose it was. Namjoon tried to calm the wolf down, but it only caused him to be even louder, luring a tired Taehyung, and even Yoongi out of their sleep.

"Whe-where is she.?" Taehyung slowly asked, fearing the answer he'd get. He knew he cared deeply for you, but jimin would simply be heartbroken by the fact that you left. But before Namjoon could explain, since Jin was still simply staring, frozen, Jungkooks dark voice cut through.

"Gone. Just like they wanted." He said, suddenly speedwalking down the stairs, slipping on his shoes and throwing over a jacked, dashing out, blinded by rage and fear for you. He didn't even hear his friends yelling for him to come back; his mind running on autopilot, his only mission:

Getting you back.

Warapped up in one of Taehyungs oversized coats, walking along the streets littered with cafes, you wondered if leaving was really the best idea. How could you really have gotten attached so fast though? It wasnt really like you, considering your past experiences with humans, and other hybrids as well.

Pulling the red beanie a little down to make sure it covered you well, you decided to make a trip back to the very park you first met the large family. It felt odd to be back, knowing what had happened- and how far you've come. You had actual clothing now, some snacks in your pockets to keep you going for a while, and some newfound energy you didn't even think you could have. Deep down you had known all along that a future wasn't in it for you; this family was a well established pack already- it felt rather rude to intrude for you. But maybe now you could actually maybe approach people a bit better after coming out of your shell a bit- but the more you thought about it, the less it felt appealing to you.

Because no matter how kind a person would be, jimin would've been so much kinder. No matter how happy someone would make you, Hoseok could've made you smile so much brighter. No matter how smart someone would be, Namjoon could've shown you so much more in this world. No matter how tight someone would hug you, Taehyungs hugs would've felt so much better. No matter how calm a silence would be, Yoongi's would've felt so much more comforting to you. No matter how well someone would take care of you, Jin would've mothered you even worse.

And no matter how much someone would try to make you feel safe, Jungkook would've made you feel so much more protected. As if nothing could ever hurt you in this world.

You sniffled a bit, noticing your eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill from your dark thoughts alone. But thats what you felt like; for the first time in a long while, you truly felt alone. And it wasn't a nice feeling. If back in the day loneliness comforted you because it was better than being with 'him', it now felt suffocating. You felt small, tiny, and truly vulnerable. And you hated it.

You shook your head, scouting out a place to spend the night without getting noticed by authorities. It was back to your old habits again, your knowledge about the surrounding area and how to survive out here helping you to fit back into your situation again.

However; together with your old situation came an old perso as well, his greeting sending cold shivers down your spine- and that had nothing to do with the flaky-breeze the winter brought.

"There you are."

Somewhere in Seoul, a distressed wolf was almost running down the streets during the early morning hours, his skin running hot even considering the freezing temperatures. But this only added to his worries.

Were you scared? Cold? Hungry? Or worse?

What if you got hurt?

Where would you sleep?

His mind automatically pictured the worst; you, hiding somewhere, cold, distressed, and all alone, vulnerable to every predator around. He knew deep down that you were strong, that you probably wore clothes to keep you warm, you were smart enough to think before you acted, but his instincts wouldn't let him rest at all. He almost jumped at a heaving Yoongi; the cat wasn't really used to running after the way more active Wolf hybrid, but he had to- if someone saw him running wild without anyone with him, they would have even more problems at hand than just you. "Jungkook-" He began, but before he could even get another word out, the younger Hybrid grabbed his shoulders, his eyes sparkling with fear, showing their bare, reddish-brown color, a sign that he was slipping into a very dangerous headspace for a predator hybrid.

"Hyung, she's out there- she- what if someone gets her? What if her old owner finds her, you know how bad it was where she came from, what if she gets hurt, and I'm not there to help her, I'm supposed to protect her, I-" He was breathing heavily, his eyes opening wide with the fear that his own words began to fire up in his chest.

"Jungkook, we'll find her-" But namjoon may not have been the best person to speak up in that current moment, and Yoongi thanked whoever god was in charge that day, because thankfully the streets were empty this early in the morning.

Because as soon as Jungkook heard his owners voice, his entire body changed in posture- he was ready to jump him. Thankfully Jin had arrived as well, rushing to hold the alpha back while he wasn't thinking straight and yelling at the person he should be able to trust with his entire being. But in this moment, Namjoon seemed to be his worst enemy. "Its your fault! You wanted this didn't you?! Admit it, you're glad she took the decision off your way too high shoulders and decided to make it easy for you!" He yelled, his body language basically screaming hostility. "Its because you're always right- but you never make decisions do you! You only follow rules if others follow with you, and you only run with whatever shit someone seems to spit, you're a coward!" He said, slowly calming down since his body was getting tired. He hadn't been this riled up in a long time- the stress finally taking a toll on him now.

Jin and Yoongi managed to get him back inside the car, leaving Namjoon and Jimin alone. The cat hybrid had followed along as soon as he heard that you left them so suddenly- he was distressed about it as well, but he worried about his entire family situation too. He nodded towards Yoongi, who made a gesture to tell him they'd bring Jungkook back home where Taehyung and Hoseok were waiting as well- having the alpha hybrid running wild while not being in the best state of mind wasn't the best idea. It could also prove getting you back difficult as well, seeing as you were still pretty skittish whenever he was getting only a bit louder when playing video games with Taehyung.

"Lets go back to the park. Maybe she's gonna stay in an area she considers familiar? I know I would.." Jimin said softly, gently tugging at the sleeve of Namjoons jacket, to get him to move. But he had troubles concentrating, Jungkooks voice echoing inside his mind almost hauntingly. He knew that deep down it was just his distressed wolf speaking, but maybe this was what he really thought of him. And the worst part was that he wasn't even wrong about it. Maybe he was a coward. He was insecure, and he shouldn't be. Not as a person, not as a lover, not as an owner, and not in his field of work. But he shook his head, nodding at Jimin who slowly started walking into the direction of the park.

Namjoon couldn't hold it in on their way as they walked towards the place they had initially met you- or in this case, where Taehyung and Jungkook met you. "Do you think he's right?" He asked softly, not looking at jimin, and trying to look at every corner in front of him to maybe spot you.

"You know how he gets Joonie." Jimin began softly, his red bucket hat hiding his ears, but he could see them move slighty under it. "He wasn't in the best state of mind. I think he was just.. out of it I guess." He said, his senses trying to notice something he could identify as you.

But namjoon only sighed. "But he had a point, no?" He began, his brows furrowing while thinking about it. "He may have blown his thoughts out of proportion, but the root of them was there. I know he's right. But I don't know why it bothers me so much." He said, his steps getting harder as they began to walk on grassy grounds, finally reaching the park.

"That's because its you. You hate it when other people are right." Jimin chuckled, making his statement appear less sharp than it was. "But that's you, and that's why you're so good at anything involving your brain. You and Jungkook are pretty similar; you both hate loosing." He said, his smile spreading as he spotted a familiar coat near a streetlight. However, his pupils became slits in distress, his mind slipping just like Jungkooks as soon as he noticed your body language- you stood in front of a person, a stranger, and your entire being screamed fear at him, making him taste the bitter flavour even though he wasn't in your place. "joonie-" He said, but the man in question was already walking foward.

"Hey, what're you doing?" He said rather loudly, his voice sharp edged, not leaving any room for a smile. The man simply turned towards him, holding his hand out.

"Ah, you're the person that took it in right? I assume because you look quite like the Kim Namjoon I saw on your profile picture while we where in contact via E-Mail." He said, his voice full of a weird sense of pride, making Jimin step back a little. He desperately wanted to get to you, but his fear was getting the better of him, instinctively hiding behind his owner.

"That's right." Namjoon simply said, but refraining from shaking the man's hand. He wanted nothing to do with this person, knowing what kinds of businesses he was involved into, you quite possibly having been a part of this too. Because this had been why he had been so hesitant in answering Jungkook. It was difficult to go against someone of that size, and they needed to think about their actions before actually doing anything. But again Jungkooks words rang inside his ears. He wouldn't stay a coward in this situation. He had the law in his favor. "I also advice you to step away from her because, as you should know, hybrids get anxious when someone other than their owners are too close to them." He said, making the man scoff.

Jimin wanted to lash out as he harshly grabbed the end of your tail making you squeak in pain and him laugh, Namjoons face contorting slowly with growing anger. "Ah yes, but we both know how the situation is. That's my property, and therefore mine to take back. I do thank you for keeping her in your apartment and feeding her, but I have business to attend to."

The cat hybrid was silently crying now, his sympathetic character making him feel just as much distress as you felt, the man still keeping a tight hold of your tail- something you hated as you had told Jimin many times before. He felt helpless- but Namjoon would surprise everyone, just like every time.

He simply took out his phone, tapping a bit here and there before opening a document, holding it towards the stranger. "Legally she is mine currently since you're under official surveilance involving several issues we won't get in too deep. Now, would you mind letting go of my hybrid sir?" He simply said, voice calm.

The man simply scoffed, pushing you forward onto the gravel, making you hiss as you felt your nice jeans scratch open, revealing your knees which scraped open as well on the ground, along with your hands that tried to soften the blow. Jimin dashed foward now, not caring if the man was close to him or not, immediately shielding your body from anyone around him, softly purring in order to calm you, and himself down. The man simply left, Namjoon softly walking over to both his hybrids, patting Jimin's back to get him to reveal you towards him.

He made you sit down, the cold seeping into you but you didnt care- your hands and feet stung, making you tear up. But the reason you were crying was because you were both upset and relieved- maybe there was a chance of staying with them, even if it was just for a while longer. "Can I look at it?" He asked softly, and you just sniffeled, nodding. Namjoon knew it was a bad moment, but he couldn't help but admire you in that moment. Even with a runny nose, all red from crying and the cold, eyes shiny with tears, you had that adorable pouty face making him melt. He observed your scraped up knees and hands, softly brushing over them to at least get most of the dirt out before helping you get up. "Lets go home, yeah? You scared everyone to death." He said, laughing a bit to lift the mood. Jimin, still a bit teary as well, held your arm, since your hands still hurt from the incident. Jungkoo would run wild seeing you hurt, but he would eventually calm down, hopefully. Both Jimin and Namjoon hoped first however, that he left the apartment standing.

"It's never gonna be the same Taehyung." Jungkook said still angry, sitting on the living room couch with his head in his hands. The Dog hybrid had managed to at least calm him down a little, but overall there was still a rather dark mood surrounding everyone. Tae himself was sad as well, however he pushed his own feelings back in order to at least not fuel the fire even more. The front door jingled a bit with the sound of someone inserting a key, and at first, no one really did anything- until Jungkook got hit with your scent, his head snapping up at the sound of you-

sniffling.

Where you crying? One look towards you confirmed that you were, his mind running on autopilot as soon as he saw those glassy orbs looking at him. He jumped over the back of the couch, almost tripping over the carpet and his own shoes he simply had taken off mindlessly, immediately observing you to look for injuries. "What happened?!" He said in a rush, his large hands taking your small ones in his, hissing at the scratches on the inside of your palms.

"Come on Jungkook, I need to treat y/n first, then we can talk." Namjoon said, Jimin helping you take off your jacket and leading you to the bathroom downstairs. Jungkook followed silently, his pack instincts simply refusing to get him to leave you out of his sight for even a moment. He sat down in front of the open bathroom door with his legs crossed, watching as Jimin made you sit on the closed toilet seat, Namjoon getting a small towel and filling the sink with warm water, beginning to slowly clean up your cuts and scrapes from any dirt and gravel. Every time you hissed, Jimins ears twitched and Jungkook sat up straighter to get a look at you- not because he didn't trust namjoon, but because he just had to make sure you were okay.

Namjoon took out some larger bandaids and placed them onto your knees since they were actually bleeding, but simply brushed over the backs of your hands when he was done. "Try not to do much with them okay? Its better if we leave them like that. It'll heal faster." He said, and you nodded, still a bit pouty and awfully quiet, but everyone could see your interest in the scent that slowly began to creep through the apartment; jin's cooking. "Alright buttercup, go get changed and then let's eat, alright?" He said, silently telling you that you both would talk in private soon. You knew he had made a decision, and you hoped it was for you, not against.

Jungkook stood up, stepping aside so you all could walk outside, Taehyung running towards you and hugging you tightly. "Don't do that again." He mumbled, and you nodded, your own cheeks growing a bit red at the close proximity. "Lets go! Jin made your favorite!" He said, and you followed behind him.

"Hyung-" Jungkook started, thinking about how to apologize, since it was needed, but the older one beat him to it.

"It's fine Jungkook. It maybe wasn't the best moment, but you were right. I guess I can't leave the protecting-part solely to you, huh?" He said, making the young alphawolf scoff and playfully push his shoulder.

After you all ate, you slowly went outside the kitchen after helping jin a bit, even though he scolded you for using your hands. Suddenly, someone came up in front of you, wrapping his own hands around your tiny form compared to him, and burying his nose into your head between your ears, the soft fur of them brushing against his cheeks, making him sigh happily. "You're part of my pack you brat." He mumbled into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter while careful not to hurt you. "I don't like people taking away whats mine." He said again, and suddenly, he heard the rest of his family coo at him and you, making him raise an eyebrow. He had hugged you before, so what? But then he noticed it too.

The happy wagging of your tail.

This have been 5 Chapters, combined in one post. Because R0ADKiLL's chapters are fairly short I've decided to make one out of them, simply to get you all on the same page of the stories progress up until now. The writing officially belongs to R0ADKiLL, not me. Only future chapters are mine. =) Thanks again to R0ADKiLL for giving me her baby practically, I promise I'll take care of it!