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crystalbeetle888 · 4 months ago

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Squeaky Clean

141 x Motel Cleaner-Reader

Warnings- course language, Word Count- 800

You sigh, wiping the sweat from your forehead as you push the unreasonably heavy trolley to the next room. Opening the door you are greeted with the sight of a thrashed room. Bloodstain on the sheets, mud tracked through the carpet, a cup used as an ashtray, four duffle bags halfhearted shoved into the closet.

You could feel your anger starting to boil over. You had originally taken this job as a way to avoid dickheads, but it seems they’re in every industry. You also had a bad habit of mouthing people off, which is why retail never panned out well.

Taking a deep, and not very calming breath, you set to work. You rip the sheets off the beds, shoving it into a cleaning bag, along with the exceptionally dirty towels. “What the fuck is this? Motor oil?” You cringe, wiping your hands on your apron. After, you collect all the dishes, dumping the ash and scrap food into the bin before soaking it in the sink, “Fucking disgusting” you mutter. Then, you get to the bathroom. Toothpaste splattered on the mirror, hair in the sink, toilet paper rolls thrown across the floor, and more blood staining the grout and tiles.

You grit your teeth, “It’s fine, it’s literally your job to clean up after them” you tell yourself. After scrubbing the living hell out of all the surfaces in the bathroom and wiping everything down again, you could finally close the door on that room. Onto the beds. You sort the linens onto each one of the fours beds, laying the two sheets down before tucking the edges underneath the mattress. However, as you shove your hand under, you hit something hard. "What the fuck?" you whisper, before lifting the mattress to find a handgun sneakily hidden away. "What the fuck!" your anger quickly boils over, "What kind of dumb fuck- Ugh!" you yell in frustration. You pace the room for a moment, completely shocked that someone could be so irresponsible with a firearm, "Stupid fucker, stupid dumb fucker, I could've gotten shot!" you mutter angrily. You scour the room carefully for anything else, you find nothing. You put the gun away, locking it in the rooms safe box .

For the rest of the clean you angrily fluffed, dusted, scrubbed, vacuumed and mopped before grumbling your way out into the hallway. You drag the heavy linen bag to the chute, struggling with it you groan in frustration, “Need help lass?” A thick Scottish voice sounds behind you, causing you to jump. “Fuck!” You squeak, turning around you come face to face with four tall, well built men “No I’m good thank you” you dismiss them.

“You sure?” He asks again, tilting his head in amusement. You smile as politely as you can, “I’m good really” you reassure him. Picking the bag up with a grunt, you hold it in one hand, opening the chute with the other and dropping it in. You twist your back, cracking it with a satisfied sigh. You were finally able to knock off for the day. Taking the trolley back downstairs, you throw your apron in your locker and grab your bag, before heading to the door to leave, “Wait lass, hold up!” The Scots-man yells behind you.

Turning around, you find him jogging to catch you, his tall spooky friend not far behind “You just cleaned our room right?” He asks you with a worried tone. “Uh yeah probably, I did the whole floor” you respond cautiously. “Did you happen to find something under one of the beds?” He tries to ask discreetly. “Ohh..you guys were the fuck heads with the hidden gun, and the bloody sheets, and ashtray cup, and the bloody bathroom. Yeah… I put that away in the safe, where it should have been in the first place.” You glare at him. He cringes “Yeah sorry about that”, “You brought a gun?” His friend practically growls, his deep British accent reverberates pleasantly in your skull. “I might need it” he defends himself, his arms outstretched dramatically.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now so…” you attempt to turn back around, the Scott grabbing your arm “Wait, what’s the code?”. You look at his hand with disgust and disbelief before glaring into his eyes “Get your nasty fucking hands off me, I’ve seen how live and I’m not impressed” you chastise him, his face flushing in embarrassment.

His friend chuckles “You’ve got him there, now what’s the code love”, you sigh reluctantly “It’s zero, zero, zero… zero”, he shakes his head “Should have fuckin known”, “Probably”. You stand there awkwardly “Can I go now?” You tilt your head, swaying back and forth. “Yeah sorry love, we’ll let you go” he grabs his friend by the back of his neck “Sorry for everything Lass”, “Yeah, yeah, clean up after yourselves you fuckin nasties” you wave them off as you finally leave the hotel. You breathe a sigh of relief, “Hot damn they were good looking”.

Johnny looks up to Simon, a grin sneaking onto his face “Is it just me or is she kinda hot when she angry”, “Keep it together Johnny” he shakes his head, heading back towards the elevator. “You think she’ll be back tomorrow? Maybe she’ll tell me off again?” He chases after him.

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crystalbeetle888 · 4 months ago

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Love these 💗 Used them for my new series 🫶

Is it possible for you to make some some dividers themed after wendigos? The deer-wolf like monsters

🦌Spooky Deer + Wolf Dividers🐺

A/N: I didn’t feel comfortable making Wendigo dividers as a non native (especially since the bastardization of native culture is so rampant, + I’m pretty sure the animal like features of the Wendigo aren’t in the original folklore, that’s a pop culture addition:( ) so I went for a general spooky animal vibe instead. I hope these still work for your purpose!

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DNI: TERFS, endo, proship, pro ana, nazi, MAPs, zoophiles

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crystalbeetle888 · 5 months ago

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Second Chances Pt.3

Dog-hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded Reader

Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.

Word Count-

Warnings- no more stalker yippee, alcohol consumption, suggestive content, symptoms of anxiety and depression, getting handsy, first kiss ;P

Master List

The following months were hectic, between packing for the new house, commission work, and keeping John entertained and exercised, you found very little time to just sit down and relax. But that was all gonna change, once you finally moved in to your countryside abode. It was only 40 minutes out of the city, and 10 from a small seaside town.

The change would do you both some good, you could continue to work remotely, with the added luxury of the outside world not overstimulating you, and John could actually retire or find some farm work, as guardian restrictions become more relaxed in rural and less populated areas.

However, there was one problem. It would become more difficult for John to visit his pack members and isolation from their community isn’t good for hybrids, as it can make them antisocial and aggressive.

You didn’t think that would happen to him, but you wanted to make sure anyway, so you bought him a phone and gave him their contact information so they wouldn’t lose touch. Totally not because you were sick of organising their play dates.

The time flew by and before you knew it, you and John were packing up the last of your things into your car, before making the drive out to the property. Your lawyer said that the house was in a ‘reasonable condition’, but you weren’t so sure about that, having never actually seen the house in person.

The dirt road seems to stretch forever, over rolling hills covered in sheep and fields of crop. The road splits the horizon, on your right a deep mysterious forest and on your left fields of green. As you pull around the bend a tall rustic looking house comes into view.

"This must be it" you say, pulling into the driveway. The house was a lovely two stories farmhouse, with white walls and a blue shingles roof. You park on the grass, parallel to the front door.

Hopping out, you ascend the porch before trying the door. Locked. Looking around you notice various plant pots lining entrance.

"Let me", John begins sniffing the air around the plants before settling on one. He lifts it up and underneath is a vintage-looking key.

He looks to you smugly, "Okay, open the door then" you chuckle at him. John rises, inserts the key, and pushes the front door open, dust bellowing up in a large cloud.

"Oh my.." you cough dramatically, covering your mouth with your sleeve, John shielding his face as the dust settles.

Entering the house, the inside is shrouded in darkness. You test the lights, it flickering erratically before finally allowing you to see. The foyer was tall, the stairs to your left follow the wall up to an open walkway. "Looks like we've got some work to do" John gazes around at the thick pelt of dust covering every surface. "Yeah.." you cringe.

Opening all the windows and doors, you begin by aggressively sweeping the floors and dusting all the surfaces. You pull off all the sheets covering the furniture and make a pile outside. Before leading the hose through the bathroom windows and rinsing the entire room down.

Finally able to bring in your belongings, you place them in the living room with a heavy thud. You let out a pained groan as you stretch your back straight, "Should've let me do it" John looks down at you, hand placed on his hips.

"I'm fine, I just twinged my back" you wave him off, before attempting to lift your bag again. John swoops in, lifting it effortlessly "Let me help" he mumbles to you, his breath fanning over your face, tickling your neck.

Your chest swells with fondness, "Thank you" you whisper back.

He nods, before taking your stuff to the master bedroom downstairs. You following close behind him, "You sure you don't want this room?" you twist your hands nervously, not wanting to take something he wanted.

He places your thing on the bed, "Nah, you can have it love. Wouldn't wanna you to have you climbing those stairs everyday, aye" he rubs your upper arm in comfort.

You sigh in defeat "Okay, as long as you're sure", "I am" he gazes down at you warmly. A moment passes between you, not an awkward one, just a something calm and familiar.

John clears his throat, squeezing your arm lightly "You hungry? I'll defrost that lasagna". You nod enthusiastically, stomach twisting in at the thought, "Yes please" you practically beg him. He laughs, tail wagging gently.

After a hot meal you and John decide to test out the hot-tub on the back porch, having had cleaned it earlier. You walk out into the crisp evening air in a two-piece bikini, to find John already in the water. "Does it work?" you tiptoe over. "Why don't you come in and find out?" he say playfully patting the spot next to him.

Walking over, you dip your feet in slowly, the heat causing your skin to prickle. Submerging yourself up to your neck, you groan in pleasure.

"That good huh?", you moan in response.

Sitting up properly, the water falls midway up your chest, the steam heating the rest of you sufficiently.

"You know, I wasn't sure about this place originally, but I think it's starting the grow on me" you keep your eyes shut as you talk to him. He hums in agreement, trying not to stare as your chest rises and falls. Your damp skin glistening in the moonlight, your lips slightly parted, the bikini, GOD the bikini, he was torn between whether it showed too much or not enough. Either way he definitely didn’t want Soap seeing you in it. Horny bastard.

You twist uncomfortably in the water, your back twinging in pain again. “You alright?” John clears his throat, trying to keep his head.

“It’s my back again” you grumble "I just can't seem to get this knot out".

John freezes in thought for a moment, the cogs slowly turning in his head, "I.. could try to get it out?" he leans back against the rim of the tub, acting very casually.

"What, like, massage it out?", "Yeah, if you want" he shrugs.

You pause, weighing your options "Alright sure, just no claws please".

He chuckles at you "Turn around then". You shift, facing away from him.

Scootching up behind you, John tentatively places his hands on your back, firmly massaging the muscles. You sigh contently, as he works at the painful areas. His heart racing as you lean into his touch.

"Is this alright?" he mumbles next to your ear, his deep gravely voice sending pleasant shivers down your spine. You moan weakly in agreement, mind completely relaxed. He continues to work at your back, the sun setting low in the background as you let out a long tired yawn.

"You're not falling asleep there, are you?" he chuckles, his breath tickling your exposed neck. You whine and squirm against him, your body tingling all over. He was borderline teasing you at this point.

Releasing you, John runs his hands along your back soothingly, “Maybe you should head to bed” he suggests. You nod sleepily, yawning as you lumber out of the tub and head inside, “Good night John” you call over your shoulder, “Don’t stay out too late, you’ll catch a cold”.

He chuckles quietly, “Good night love” he calls back to you, receiving a lazy wave in return. John sits in the tub a moment longer, watching as you enter the hall to your room, finally passing out of view, before letting out the puff of air he was holding in.

He then proceeds to turn the hot tub off before stepping out onto the porch, his growing hard-on strains uncomfortably against his board shorts. All that squirming and moaning you were doing, really did a number on him. You’re so sensitive.

John sighs in annoyance, his pointed ears pinning against his skull. The closer he got to you the more… frustrated he became, not at you of course. Just at his dick. He wanted things to develop naturally, but didn’t know how to get that ball moving without scaring you.

‘Humans are so complicated’ he thinks to himself.

Turning off the lights and locking the doors, John creeps upstairs to his bedroom, ready to call it a day. And deal with his growing issue.

Weeks go by, and you and John are going steady in your new house. You were doing well with work and even started going on evening walks with him, now that the world didn’t overwhelm you. And John, started work at a local wool farm, just down the road. The two of you settled in to a new routine easily, however, you've begun to get the feeling that John is unsatisfied with his situation.

It started off small, a flat tone when speaking, grouchiness blamed on missed sleep, disinterest at mealtimes. Then escalated to opting out of movie night, and avoiding to speak for days on end. His behavior made you anxious, making you feel as though it was somehow your fault, despite not knowing what you could have done wrong. So you reached out to Simon for help.

You- Hay, I was just wondering if you could give me some advice? It's in regards to John. S- Shoot. You- He hasn't been himself lately. He seems depressed maybe? Idk he's really disengaged and won't talk to me. Maybe you guys can try? S- I'll talk to the others then get back to you.

You sigh in relief, hoping that they can get to the bottom of this.

You spend the rest of the day food shopping in town, before returning home to make dinner. Barbeque pork ribs with a cheesy vegetable bake. Something John had enjoyed you cooking before.

You work away in the kitchen, anxious for his arrival. Finally, as you're setting the table, he arrives home,"You're back, I'll just plate up and then we can eat..", “Don't bother setting one for me love" he mumbles.

You freeze in confusion "W-why?" you stutter.

"I ate earlier" he shrugs, "I'm gonna have a shower now, stink like shit" he chuckles lightly to himself, before walking off upstairs.

You stand there in shock, the rejection stinging your eyes as your try to fight back tears. Taking a deep breath you attempt to settle your nerves, "Well fuck you anyways, not like I cooked you a nice ass dinner" you whisper frustratedly to yourself.

Returning to the kitchen to serve yourself a plate and eating it by yourself at the table, your thoughts simmering with anger. As your finishing up and packing everything away, you can hear John walking down the stairs "Want me to help with the dishes?" he leans against the doorway to the kitchen. "No, I can do it myself" you dismiss him, refusing to make eye contact. He lingers for a moment before sighing and walking off.

Once the kitchen was clean, you head to your bedroom, passing through the living room as you go. John, siting on the leather couch watching T.V, turns to look at you, "Did you wanna watch something?".

"No, thanks. I'm tired" you mumble as you walk away from him. Entering your room, you curl up on your bed and begin to doom-scroll on your phone.

A message popping up breaks your depressive spell,

S - I’ve talked to the others. We think coming and seeing him will help.

You - That’d be great! When are you free?

You - You think he’s just missing you guys?

S - We are free for 2 nights next week. And yes.

You - Okay, that suits me. I’ll let him know.

S - No. we’ll surprise him.

You - Ahah okay.

The following days were emotional torture. You were excited for the boys to come over, but also still annoyed at John’s behavior. The two of you skirting around each other to avoid conflict. Or maybe it was just you who was avoiding him.

When the day finally arrives however, your mood finally lifts. You go shopping in the morning to prepare for their appetites, catching John’s attention as you lug the bags inside, “You need some help?” He pokes his head in the kitchen. “Nope, I’m good. Thank you” you call back to him, shooing him out of the room.

John couldn’t tell what had changed your mood so quickly, but your energy was contagious. You practically buzzed around the house, cooking snacks and desserts, cleaning around upstairs, setting up the house just nice. It’s like you were nesting. Do humans even do that? He wasn’t sure. Your hormones didn’t smell any different, so it’s not like you were in heat.

He decided just to keep an eye on you, figure out what you were up to. But before he could question you, the rumbling sound of a car echos through the valley. His ears prick at the noise, tail standing on end.

“Someone’s coming” he approaches the front door, peering out of the window. “I know” you reply, walking past him and opening the door, “Surprise!” You cheer excitedly.

John looks outside, the car pulling into the driveway opens its doors, Simon, Kyle, and Johnny hopping out. “Aye Cap, what’s up!” Johnny calls out.

John turns to you “You organised this?” his tail flutters from side to side.

“Yeah? Well.. Simon helped me” you wring your hands nervously. John’s heart burns at the gesture “Thank you love” he grasps you by both shoulders.

The boys pile into the house, bags in hand as they greet their mate. The pack was finally whole again. You flutter back into the kitchen to prepare lunch, a large barbecue complete with sausages, kebabs, burger patties, and an assortment of vegetables and cheeses. You can hear John laughing loudly with his friends, as he shows them around the property and get them settled in their rooms. The pack tramples down the stairs and into the living room, just as you’re taking the platters of food outside. “Need help love?” John practically radiates with happiness, his tail wagging excitedly. “Yeah, you can grab the rest from the kitchen thanks” you call over your shoulder, the boys following you outside.

“That smells great Bonnie” Johnny chases you, practically on your heels.

“We haven’t had a home cooked meal in forever love” Kyle whines, nudging Johnny away from you.

“I think the word you’re looking for is thank you” Simon chastises them, a grumble rumbling from his chest.

The two of them tuck their tails in embarrassment, “Thank you”, “Thank you lass” they say in unison.

You laugh as you arrange the food on the table “It’s all good, I’m just glad you’re all here for John” you wave them off.

John arrives with the last of the food and a case of beer, you all settling down to eat and enjoy the sun. Chatter and laughter fills the backyard, John clearly feeling at home again. The sight filling your heart with joy.

As the day passes, you all gather around the fire pit to watch the sun set and stars emerge, sharing silly stories and fond memories.

"-and that is how I stopped a horny Bear-hybrid from mauling us to death, with nothing but a bottle of rum and my thick guns" Johnny flexes on us dramatically. You laugh at his ridiculousness, the boys cringing at his seriously exaggerated story.

“Anyway.. do you have anyone special in your life?" Kyle redirects the groups attention to you, causing you to flush underneath their gaze. "Ah, no, I'm not very good at that kind of stuff to be honest" you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

“Leave her alone Gaz” John warns him.

“I’m just asking. You know we’re all still a little curious about you” he grins at you playfully.

“Ah well what do you want to know?” You wring your hands.

“Well I don’t know? What kind of qualities do you look for in a partner?”, “That’s enough Kyle. Don’t bother her with stupid questions” John’s tails stand on end.

“Alright, alright” Kyle throws his hands up in defeat, you laughing nervously.

The tension makes you fidget, an unsettled feeling crawling its way under your skin, “You know.. it’s been a long day, I think I’m gonna call it” you yawn fakely.

“You sure love? Don’t let the boys bother you” John places a reassuring hand on your forearm. “No it’s not that. I’m just tired, you boys have fun though” you grasp his hand, giving it a squeeze, before standing and heading inside for the night.

John turns back to Gaz, ears pinned in disappointment. “Nice one” he grumbles.

“Aye don’t blame me, the bird was tired” he defends himself. John crosses his arms, shaking his head.

“Ack don’t worry about him. He’s just annoyed his girlfriend went to bed without him” Johnny laughs at him. “We’re not dating, or mated” John bares his teeth in warning.

“Seriously? How long is this going to take?” Johnny asks. “Maybe he’s lost his spark” Gaz jests.

“Watch it mate” John warns them again, becoming even more tense. “Alright boys, leave him alone” Simon chastises them, the group falling silent.

“… Are you.. trying to court her?” Gaz asks him seriously. John sighs, wiping his hand down his face, stroking his beard. “She just.. sensitive, and I don’t want to fuck it up” he mumble dejectedly. His pack mates nod in understanding. “I’m sure it’s just a matter of time aye, you’ve got that hybrid charm 'bout ya” Johnny grins at him.

John chuckles shortly “Yeah sure. I think I'm gonna turn it in for tonight, I'll see you boys in the morning" he stands with a grunt. "Night Cap", "Night mate, "Night", they reply.

Once in his room, John lets out a sigh, wondering if it really was just a matter of time, or if you're just not interested in him. He decided just to be patient, and see how things unfold for now. But little did he know his friends were planning something.

The following day, they put it into motion. It started with breakfast, the boys waking up early to make you two a feast, except they brought yours to your bed, surprising you with a delicious poached egg on toast, with bacon and hollandaise sauce. The perfect eggs benedict. This rubbed John the wrong way, as he had never set foot in your bedroom before. And he obviously wanted to.

Next, it was helping you with laundry, despite you saying it was okay and they didn't need to. Johnny turning to look at him as he hangs out your bra, a mischievous glint in his eye he knows all too well.

Then, it was them waiting on you at lunch, insisting you take a break and allow them to cook for you. They bring you food, beer, and anything else you may want.

It’s was like they were making a collective move on you. Providing food, entering your den, touching/scenting your belongings. They were crossing a fucking line.

The last straw was the hot tub. That fucking hot tub. The boys were already in there, soaking their bones in the hot water, when you walked out onto the porch, again in that bikini. Johnny whistling when he catches sight of you, “Look at you lass! Aren’t you a bit Bonnie” his tail wags aggressively. You laugh at them bashfully, slightly drunk from the beers at dinner.

“Come sit here lass” he scootches overs, making a space between him and Simon. John’s ears pressing to his skull in frustration.

Slipping in between the two hulking men, you settle into the hot water, groaning as your muscles relax. “Cozy innit” Simon jokes, you all fitting very snugly against each other in the tub. You laugh, feeing silly from the alcohol.

“Just the way we like it aye?” Johnny grins widely at John, swinging an arm around your shoulder, tugging you in close. You giggle at him, placing a hand on his chest, not noticing the growing tension in the group.

John, finally having a gut-full, lets out a low growl, the water rippling around him as the sound vibrates from his chest. You turn to him in shock, surprised by his aggression, “John?”. He halts the sound, his ears drooping low and shoulders tense as he makes eye contact with you. He shakes his head before stalking out of the tub and heading inside. Your gut twists uncomfortably as you watch him go, “Maybe you should chase after him?” Simon suggests. Not so subtly.

You nod, that’s a great fucking idea, before getting out and chasing after him. You find him in the kitchen, hunched over the counter, his shirtless, muscular back glistening under the lights, “Are you alright?” You approach him cautiously.

He turns to face you, ears lifting in surprise “What are doing here?”,

“I came to see if you’re okay. Are you okay?”,

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine love, you can go back out there” he wipes his hand down his face. Your don’t buy if for a minute. Stepping in closer, you grasp his forearm gently “I don’t want to go back out without you” you whisper to him.

He gazes down at you, searching your eyes for clarity, “What is this?” He mumbles to you, his hot breath fanning across your face. You tilt your head in confusion “What do you mean?”, “Please love, please don’t do that to me” he begs you, his eyes pleading.

“John, I’m not sure what you’re taking about” your heart races at the proximity, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. “I can’t stop thinking about you love, and I know it’s not exactly appropriate given the circumstances but-“ you cut him off with a quick peck on the cheek. Pulling away you cover your mouth in embarrassment, “I’m sorry. It felt appropriate” you squeak, your face blushing hard.

He stares at you in shock, mind completely empty. “Don’t be” he says dead seriously, causing you laugh uncontrollably. Why do you always laugh at the worst of times.

You cover your mouth, attempting to control yourself. “Love? Love” he laughs airily, grasping your shoulders as he attempts to gain your attention. You squeal and laugh against your hand, shaking your head with your eyes closed.

“Come on, look at me lovie” he cradles your head with both hands, forcing your attention back on him, and not your overwhelming thoughts. Opening your eyes and lower your hand you hesitantly gaze into John’s eyes. Eye contact is so uncomfortably intimate.

He goes to say something, it falling short on his tongue. He looks down at your lips before looking back up at you, you nod.

He caresses your face gently “I don’t know how a dog like me could ever deserve someone like you” he whispers to you, your lips brushing together before he finally kisses you. His beard tickles your face. Your hands tracing his bare shoulders as you fall deeper into the kiss.

Separating, but remaining close, you gaze at each other for a moment, stuck speechless by the moment.. before a muffled cheering interrupt you followed by a choking noise. You both chuckle, “Maybe we should go back, make sure Simon doesn’t kill them” you suggest, smiling up at him widely. “Maybe in a minute” he mumbles before going in to kiss you again.

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crystalbeetle888 · 5 months ago

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Second Chances Pt.2

Dog-hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded reader

Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.

Word Count- 2600

Warnings- minor stalker/stalking, threats of violence, course language, descriptions of managed anxiety and depression, consumption of alcohol,

Master List

The next few weeks feel like a blur. You and John find your rhythm in the mundane things. He wakes up before you, making a pot of tea to share when you get up. You cook the both of you a well balanced breakfast, before doing the daily chores. Feeding your rabbit Pluto, doing a load of laundry, washing the morning dishes. You then take a short walk with him to your city center, dropping him off at the gym while you sit at a cafe across the road. You usually use this time to read, work on illustration commissions, or work on writing your books.

You sip on your iced-chocolate as you type away at your newest novel, a forbidden romance between a man cursed to be a werewolf and a woman disgusted with the world. You had your noise reducing earplugs in, so you didn't notice when an unwelcomed figure approached you from behind.

The tap on your shoulder frightens you, causing you to yelp and take out you ear plugs before turning around. There stands Derek, a guy you had only been on two dates with before he insisted on you 'spending the night' with him. As fucking if. Two measly pub meals, where you could barely even hear him over all the noise, and he thinks that's grounds for sex. What a fucking joke.

"Hay, I've been thinking about you lately. What a coincidence meeting you here," he smiles down at you. You try to stifle a grimace with little success, "Yeah.. I highly doubt that" you say bluntly before turning back to your laptop. He chuckles at you "You know, that dry humor of yours is gonna hurt someone's feelings one day".

You roll your eyes "Oh no" you say flatly. Derek chuckle again, before moving around you, sitting down across from you at your table. You look at him with annoyance, eyes wide and face twisted, like you just smelt something awful and slightly concerning.

"I don't remember inviting you to sit", "I just wanted to talk about how we left things..", "I don't want to talk to you. I'm no longer interested in you at all" you insist.

He nods his head slowly, pursing his lips in thought.

"I'm going to put my earplugs in now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to contact me anymore".

After he had tried to persuade you into spending the night with him, you turned your phone off and went device-free for a few days, just to clear your head. It disturbed you at how easily this man thought luring you to his house would be. And how casually he had lied about his true intentions with you. All that bullshit about 'building real connections', and being 'avidly against hookup culture'. He didn't give a shit about hookup culture, he liked hookup culture, he just wanted to trick you into participating. Which is super fucking wrong!

And once you turned your phone back on, you were bombarded with a bunch of freaky ass texts. 'Please I didn't mean it, I'm just having a rough time', 'You led me on, the least you could do is pay me back', 'Sorry about that last one I was drunk'.

What a fucking loser.

In the end you just decided to just block him with no explanation. But now he’s here, bothering you again.

You go to reach for your earplugs case, but he grasps your hand to stop you, “Just hear me out” he insists. Your body tenses at the unwanted contact, like you just touched something mushy in the bottom of the sink. “Let go of my fucking hand!” You raise your voice at him, not aware of the onlookers around you. His grip tightens, coiling like a snake, “You need to calm down, this isn’t a big deal..” “Let go!” You stand abruptly. Your chest heaves with adrenaline, your heart pounding in your ears as you give him an fiery stare.

Derek’s face goes pale as he stares back at you, or really, as he stares over your shoulder. “Everything alright?” John steps up beside you. Unsurprisingly, Derek let’s go of your hand at the sight of your hulking hybrid friend. Fucking coward.

“Everything’s cool man, no need to go all beast mode on me” Derek laughs nervously, throwing his hands up in defeat.

John doesn’t laugh, or really move at all, asides from hovering his hand over the small of your back. His pointed ears twitch as his sharp blue eyes remain focused on the man across from him.

Derek looks at you one last time before slowly backing away.

You let out a shuddered breath, you didn’t know you were holding in, “Thank you” you whisper. John’s hand gently ghosts your back “You alright?”, you nod in response “Yeah just a bit shaken up”.

“Let’s get you home then” he suggests quietly.

John hovers next to you as you pack away your belongings. Taking your bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he offers you his arm. Hesitantly, you place your hand on his thick forearm before beginning the walk back home.

From this position, you are made keenly aware of his altered physique. His form seemed larger, stretching his shirt tightly across his chest and bulging biceps. He also somehow seemed taller? You weren't sure, everything about him just seemed to be enhanced now, his features seemed sharper. John turns to look at you, snapping you out of your stare “Everything alright?" he asks.

You turn your head forwards, face flushing with embarrassment "Mhmm" you hum. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast and your stomach tingles with nerves. You weren't familiar with this bodily sensation. It felt somewhere between being happy and being anxious. You didn't like it. It was new, and new things frustrates you.

Finally arriving home, you let yourself in before making a B-line to your room. Stripping from your clothes, you quickly hop into the boiling hot shower, washing away any remaining feelings or smells of Derek. Despite that he only touched your hand, the fact that you didn't explicitly invite him to, makes you feel icky. Like, a full body disgusted, bugs crawling on the skin, slimy feeling, kind of icky.

The hot pelting water soothes your tense muscles, finally allowing you to relax.

Once you’ve been sufficiently decompressed, you toddle out of the bathroom, putting on some fresh trackie pants and an oversized shirt, before making your way back downstairs to continue with the rest of your day. “Are you alright?” John stands from the couch when you enter the room. “Yeah I just needed to clean myself, he had sticky hands” your body physically shivers at the thought of Derek’s touch.

“Anyways, I was thinking maybe I should try to get in touch with your pack members, organise a meet up or something” you swiftly change the subject, trying to put him out of your mind “So you can socialise and all” you say nonchalantly as you prepare lunch.

John stares for an uncomfortably long moment before nodding “I think that’s a great idea. I know who you can email to make that happen”

And after much back and forth emailing between you and Kate Laswell, she finally just offers to give you Simon’s number. Probably sick of being the middle man.

-Hi, this is (Y/N), I’m Johns guardian. Just wanted to reach out and see if we could organise a catchup sometime. Let me know when suits you. Hope this message finds you well.

-This is Simon. We’re free Saturday. Does the Duke Hotel at 1800 work?

-Yes! That works for us. Can’t wait to meet you guys, we’ll see you there!❤️

You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to send the heart, but all well, you’re sure he gets the point.

Your body is practically buzzing when Saturday finally rolls around, with excitement or anxiety, you weren’t sure. You pick out some casual and comfortable jeans, an oversized shirt that you tied at the front, your special ‘going out’ boots, and a large plaid shirt to throw over the top. Before making your way downstairs where John was waiting.

“Ready to go?” He asks, dressed nicely in some casual jeans, a fresh tee, and a dark grey coat. “Well don’t you look handsome, aye? I’m ready to go when you are” you say casually to him as you grab your purse off the hook. “Come on” you march out the and into the cool night, heading towards your car. Having failed to make the appropriate level of eye contact for the conversation, you completely missed John’s flushed expression. He wasn’t expecting you to compliment him so boldly and suddenly.

His tail stands stiffly in attention, his ears and eyes honed in to your movements as you walk past him to your car. Your earthy smelling body oil wafting through the air as you do. He watches you, like a predator stalking its prey. “Hello? Are you coming?” You call out to him.

Shaking his body he lets the feeling dissipate. ‘Not the right time’ he thinks to himself. Given your current situation and obvious sensitivities, John thought it’d be best to let any possible feelings have time to grow first. He wasn’t blind though, he could see you were an attractive person, and just knew the boys would make a move on you tonight. The thought irritated him.

The drive to the hotel was short, parking just up the road the two of you hop out before making your way up the street.

John stopping you just outside the door “Before we go in, I just wanted to say thank you, for putting in the effort” he gazes down at you, hand pressed gently to your upper arm. As not to scare you off.

Your heart swells “Oh that’s alright. You need to socialise too ya know?” you laugh, slightly flustered and not entirely sure what to say. John smiles down at you before opening his arms slightly “Can I..” he trails off hesitantly. You nod your head enthusiastically before pulling him into a hug. His thick arms enveloped you tightly, pulling a squeak out of you as he gives you a squeeze. The pressure, along with his naturally high body temperature is comforting. Pair that with his general earthy-musky smell and you’re in sensory heaven.

Pulling away, you are left feeling more grounded than before. “Let’s not keep them waiting them, aye love” placing his hand on the small of your back, he leads you inside to a table where three dog-hybrids sit.

A Doberman-hybrid, with blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a dark hoodie and medical mask.

A German shepherd-hybrid, with dark curly hair, deep brown eyes and a trimmed moustache.

And a Cane Corso-hybrid with a brown mowhawk, and fresh cut facial hair.

“Evening lads” John pulls out your chair, before sitting down beside you. “It’s good to see you cap” the German shepherd-hybrid pats him on the shoulder. “I knew they couldn’t break you” the Cane Corso-hybrid smiles wildly at him, his thick Scottish accent echoes in your mind. The Doberman-hybrid doesn’t say anything, but raises his beer to his friend.

“So.. this is the lass taking care of you” the Corso looks at you eagerly. “Easy there Soap” John warns him.

“This is (Y/N), she’s my guardian now”, you smile at them shyly, suddenly forgetting your nerves “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys”.

The three men size you up, the Scott sniffing the air intently. “This is Kyle or Gaz, Simon also known as Ghost, and..” “And I’m Johnny, or Soap if you’d prefer” he winks at you, offering his hand. Kyle scoffs at him “Control yourself mate”.

You laugh nervously, shaking his much larger and rougher hand “You guys have such interesting nicknames”

Johnny chuckles “Aye, you wanna know how I got mine”. Kyle groans. “She doesn’t give a shit mate” Simon grumbles, shaking his head, “It’s cause I can clean up the enemy” he boasts, flexing his pecs at the table. Mostly at you though. You and John laugh at their drunken antics.

The atmosphere was light tonight, with good drinks and easy conversation, you get along with John’s pack easily. However all those drinks have to catch up with your bladder at some point. “Excuse me for a moment” you whisper to John, who nods in acknowledgment. Getting up, you make a B-line for the bathroom.

John turns to his pack once you’re out of hearing range, “I need you lads to do me a favour” he says, his voice suddenly becoming serious. The three hybrids shift at their friend’s sudden change in attitude. “Whatever you need cap, we’ve got you” Johnny responds.

“I need you to deal with someone who’s bothering her. He’s becoming a problem” John explains. “Human?” Simon asks, John nodding in response. “Sounds easy enough then” Simon chuckles.

“She can’t ever know though, got it?” John stares at each of them with a hard glare. They all nod in agreement.

“So.. have you two mated yet?” Johnny grins cheekily at his pack mate. “Piss off” John barks, causing the table to erupt with laughter. “I fuckin bet that you two won’t last more than two weeks without doin it” Johnny teases.

“Leave him alone Johnny, you’re fuckin drunk” Kyle points at him from across the table.

“You’re wrong..” Simon says, capturing their attention, “They won’t last more than one week”.

The men laugh loudly as you approach the table, letting out a long yawn as you sit back in your seat, the day finally catching up to you. "Seems like it's time for us to go lads" John says, rising from his chair he lends you a hand to stand. "Oh I'm fine if you want to stay out longer" you respond. "Nah It's getting late, we should head in too lass" Johnny insists. Shrugging, you take Johns' hand and stand up.

The groups shares some quick goodbyes before parting ways. The journey back home was a blur, stumbling through the door you kick off your boots before trudging tiredly upstairs. John following close behind. Entering your room, you quickly change into your nighties, ready to jump straight into bed.

However, a knock at your bedroom door interrupts you. Opening it up, John stands there awkwardly “I just wanted to say that I’m grateful for tonight love. Thank you”.

You pout at him, feeling tired, drunk, and sentimental. “Oh John, it’s alright” you mumble, as you cuddle up to him for another hug. Hugging status unlocked. His strong arms embrace you again, rubbing comforting circles on your back. The sensation causing your eyes to droop and body to relax into him “You’re not falling asleep are you?” His hot whisky breath fans across your face.

You grunt in response, causing him to chuckle.

He leads you back to your bed, opening up the covers for you to crawl under. You, letting out little giggles, as he tucks you in and kisses your forehead. “Good night love” he whispers to you, before sneaking out of the room.

John wanders off to his own room, settling in his bed for the night. His thoughts drift back to his friends and what they said earlier. They were wrong. John intended on waiting for you. He was a patient man, and knows that the best things in life take time to grow. And he was more than willing to wait for someone as good as you.

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crystalbeetle888 · 5 months ago

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Second Chances

Dog-Hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded Reader

Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.

Word Count: 1400

Warnings- mention of minor stalker/stalking, nothing violent just creepy, course language, reader has anxiety and depression,

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The pungent smell of chlorine is the first thing you notice when entering HRF or Hybrid Rehabilitation Facility. The distant sound of animal-like yowling sets you on edge as you approach the front desk. An older woman sits behind the counter, casually reading a magazine. She looks you up and down "Name?" her voice drawls. You give her your name and she stands with a sigh "Follow me".

She leads you through a long white hall lined with various doors. Distressed sounds of yapping and whining resonates from each of the rooms. Passing through the hall and into another, metal cell doors line the walls. "These are the ones you can pick from" she says before sitting in a chair by the door. You awkwardly stare down the hall for a moment, not entirely comfortable with the situation. The strange silence doesn't help ease your nerves either.

After years of CBT to treat your anxiety and depression you had finally given in to your therapists advice and decided to get a support-hybrid. Despite your dislike for the whole system surrounding hybrids, you needed one now. Due to an unforeseen, minor, stalker situation, that has triggered you deeply enough to affect your ability to be independent.

The way it works, is instead of putting hybrids in jail with the rest of the predominantly human population, they place them in rehabilitation facilities where they can then be reintegrating into society on parole, or be legally adopted by a human guardian, if they're especially difficult. However, most hybrids never make it out on their own and are left completely at the mercy of whoever adopts them. And because most well-intentioned humans aren't equipped to deal with destructive hybrids, lots of them go their entire lives in these facilities after making one stupid mistake.

The entire thing was fucking wrong, and you wish you could just slap the hell out of the asshole who set that system up. But here’s you are instead, about to adopt someone you only hope will tolerate you and possibly, best case scenario, help your mental health.

You briskly walk past each cell, making awkward eye contact with them as you briefly read their patient notes.

A 19 year old, female, bengal-cat-hybrid, arrested for theft and minor drug offences. Sounds like more than you can handle.

A 30 year old, male, angora-rabbit-hybrid, fined for property damage and arson. Not really suitable for your rental situation.

Lastly, a 34 year old, male, kangal-dog-hybrid, dishonourably discharged for causing bodily harm and inflicting emotional distress.

You snort, ‘Institutionalised for causing emotional distress, really?’ You think to yourself.

You look up to find the man watching you with critical eyes “Something funny?” He asks, his thick English accent cuts through the silence. “Discharged for causing emotional distress?” You raise your brow at him.

He huffs, and hangs his head “They had to charge me for double or I wouldn’t end up here” he explains.

“Jesus that’s fucked” you blurt out.

Guilt eats away at you, your stomach twisting with anxiety “Look.. I’m not exactly comfortable with this situation, but I’m looking for someone to do security and support work”,

“Security?”,

You rub your hands together anxiously, “I have a minor stalker situation, he isn’t violent, just creepy. But it’s affecting my mental health and ability to be independent”.

He hums in thought. “I’m not gonna make you come with me if you don't want to, but you are my best candidate" you smile at him nervously.

He seems to think for a moment before turning back to you and rising to his feet "Well if I'm the best there is, then we ought to find a way to make this work aye?" he gives you a wide, tight lipped smile. Kinda like a quokka.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, "Thank you.. um?" "John. John Price" he offers you his hand through the bars. You shake it stiffly, noticing how his large hand envelops yours and his claws prick your skin. You laugh nervously at him before turning to the nurse "I think I've made my choice".

John stands behind you as you finish filling out the paperwork at the front desk, his towering figure is something you'd have to learn to get used to.

“This is your temporary license until your card comes in mail. You need to have this on you at all times while in public with him. And he, needs to wear this at all times in public" the lady slides over the paper license and a lanyard with his I.D and your contact information. "If he is found guilty of any more charges from here on out, you will be the one fined for it, or he will be sent right back here for further rehabilitation. Do you understand these terms?" she says in a bored voice. You clear your throat awkwardly "Yes".

"Great, have a good day then" she dismisses you, picking up her magazine again. You pocket the license and grab the I.D before turning to your new housemate. "Ready to go?" you ask him. "As I'll ever be" he responds. The two walk towards the exit together, "Great let’s get out of here, this place is fucking creepy" you say in a hushed voice, causing him to chuckle.

The drive back to your house was filled with light conversation, mostly you telling him about yourself and him nodding along. Finally, you pull up into the driveway “Here we are” you say getting out. The house was a blue two story home, with a small rose garden in the front and a cozy yard round the back. Hopping up the front steps your keys jangle as you let yourself in. “Welcome to your new home, for now” you say, closing the door behind him, “I’m just renting for now until I get this whole inheritance thing sorted”.

“I’m sorry for your loss” he say, placing his bag down by the stairs. You wave him off “Oh don’t be. I never really knew my mother, I was adopted so..” you explain.

Waking down the hall you enter the kitchen and living space, the smell of chicken soup permeates through the air. You lift the lid of the slow-cooker, steam bellowing out. The soup bubbles violently, as you go to grab the pre-made rice noodle from the fridge. Turning around, John stands in the doorway, peaking around the corner, staring at the soup. “You hungry?” You ask, as you strain the noodles into the sink before pouring them into the cooker. “Very” he replies shortly. You chuckle at his response. “It’s pretty hot, but it’s ready now” you say, pulling out two bowls from the draw and handing him one.

You serve the both of you dinner, before settling down on the couch in front of the T.V “You wanna watch some Alone? I’m on season 6” you turn to him. John turns back to you, mouth on the edge of the bowl as he shovels in the soup “hmm?”. You snort at him “Never mind, I’ll just put it on”.

With full bellies, the two of you watch T.V until late in the night. You let out a long yawn “You ready for bed yet John?” You ask, turning to him. He grunts a yes, his eyes droopy as he stares back at you tiredly.

Turning the telly off, you lead him upstairs “This is my room if you need me. Yours is just down there. It’s already set up and I’ve left some clothes for you in the closet. This is your bathroom so feel free to have a shower. Uhhh.. yeah good night” you smile at him awkwardly before turning to enter your room.

“Hay” he calls out, causing you to turn in the doorway. “hmm?” You look at him surprised.

“Thank you.. for all of this” he says sincerely. He stares into your eyes, and possibly your soul, with great vulnerability. Your chest swells with a feeling you’re not quite familiar with, your body twitching with energy. You nod at him and smile as normal as you can, with your body wanting to move around. “Good night John” is the only thing you can think to say.

He nods at you, eyes shining with gratitude. You close the door slowly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

After getting ready for bed, you are finally able to crawl under the covers and settle in for the night. In the next room over you hear John having a long shower before returning to his room. A sense of security and peace washes over you as you finally drift off to sleep.

Part. 2

A/N: My story was inspired by one of @princepotionsss COD Au’s.

If you enjoyed mine, you’ll definitely enjoy theirs ❤️

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