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crystalbeetle888 · 2 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 · 2 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 · 3 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 · 3 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 · 3 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 ❤️

#hybrid #hybrid au #x reader #141 x reader #cod 141 #task force 141 #cod x reader #cod mw2

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crystalbeetle888 · 4 months ago

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‘A Small Accident’

Kili x Reader

After bathing in a seemingly normal hot spring, you are left in rather precarious situation. Though not to fear, Kili is here to help.

Warnings: None

The sun had just begun to set behind the looming mountains on the horizon. The sky painted in hues of pink and orange, cast a golden light on the company of Thorin Oakenshield. The dwarves, tired from their journey potter around camp, setting up for the night. They chatter to one another in their secret language, laughing as they set down their packs and build a fire.

Placing your bag on the outskirts of the clearing, you look around discreetly at the men, seeing if any of them were looking, before taking your knapsack filled with toiletries and clean clothes and taking your leave. It had been at least a week since you had last bathed properly and the whole company had begun to smell like a pile of corpses. The sweat and filth from the horses was irritating your skin, and you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

Since waking up in this strange land you have had nothing but pain and discomfort, especially if Thorin had anything to say about it. He seemed to have some sort of vendetta against you. Possibly because you’re a woman, more likely because you’re human. Either way, you get the sense he sees you as a burden on his company, despite Gandalfs insistence that your presence is a sign. Whatever that means.

Still they’re not all bad though. Bilbo is a gentleman with a kind soul, who enjoys spending the evenings talking with you. Bofur is friendly and easy to get along with, never failing to make you smile with a borderline inappropriate joke. And Kili, well, you weren’t yet sure to feel about him. He seems kind and charming, but he could very well just be a fuckboy in disguise. You try not to let his flowing locks and chiseled jaw distract you too much. You’re far too busy trying to survive to entertain a relationship right now. Plus you doubt Thorin would ever allow it, some strange human woman from another world and his prized prince nephew. ‘Pfft as if’ you think grumpily to yourself.

You kick rocks and twigs out of your way as you venture further into the forest, hoping to find a large enough bush to hide behind so you can give yourself a much needed rag wash.

As you walk though, you spot an unusual brick structure sticking out of the trees. Curious, you go over to take a look. The small stone wall stands around your chest height and curves around a pool of water, just big and deep enough for someone to sit in with their legs outstretched. The air around the water is warm and prickles your skin, “You’re joking” you whisper to yourself in disbelief. You dip your fingers in and sigh, it was hot. Quickly stripping off your clothes, you slip into the hot spring, groaning as your body relaxes for the first time in weeks.

You take your time lathering yourself up, before rinsing off the build up of filth. Once clean, you rest your head on the edge of the stones, soaking the water’s warmth. You’re so very tired. Your limbs feel heavy and your eyelids begin to flutter closed. You let out a long yawn before drifting off into a deep restful sleep.

Back at camp the dwarfs fuss around fire, each one playing their part like a well oiled machine. With Bomber, Bilbo, Nori and Ori preparing a stew dinner. Dori and Bifur tending to the fire. Bofur, Gloin and Oin tending to and unpacking the ponies. Balin and Thorin conversing over the map. And Dwalin, Fili and Kili preparing to hunt some fresh animals for the days to come. However, Kili’s mind seems to be elsewhere. He looks around the camp anxiously, a deep frown etched upon his face.

“What’s wrong brother?” Fili nudges him with his elbow. “She’s not here” he replies, looking out into the darkening forest with worry. Fili quickly surveys the camp “She took her bag. She’s probably off doing ladies business” he shrugs unconcerned. Kili shakes his head, still not convinced, “I just have a bad feeling about it, perhaps we should go look for her”,

“And perhaps you just wish to see her unclad” Fili jests, a cheeky smile stretched across his face.

Kili’s face grows hot with embarrassment “N-no” he stutters “I’m just concerned for her safety, from… wolves and stuff”. Fili stares at him in complete disbelief before sighing “Alright, let’s go find her, but you’re telling Dwalin we’re not helping him hunt tonight” Kili’s face pales at the thought of disappointing the older dwarf “Alright” he replies grimly.

After being growled at by Dwalin, Fili and Kili wandered through woods calling your name, but to little avail.

“I told you something was wrong” Kili exclaims frantically. “She probably just wandered too far” his brother tries to calm him with no success. Kili calls your name again, desperate to hear your voice. He wasn’t sure why he was having such a reaction to your absence. He’d barely held a proper conversation with you! Not that he didn’t try, he did, much to his own embarrassment. All he managed to get out was some crappy pickup line he’d heard used at an inn, which also didn’t work on the other lass either.

There was just something so.. magnetic about you, something that drew him in closer.

“I’m here, I’m just changing!” Your faint voice answers back. Kili whips his head in your direction, his hair flinging everywhere. “See, she’s just changing. Now, let’s give her some privacy aye?” Fili pats him on the shoulder as he heads back to camp. Kili spares one last glance before following in his brothers footsteps.

You rouse to the sound of your name being called, the male voice getting closer to your bathing spot. “I’m here, I’m just changing!” You call back to them groggily. Quickly climbing out of the pool you frantically redress yourself, not taking note of your surroundings as you throw your knapsack over your shoulder and trudge back to camp. Your muscles feel relaxed and your brain foggy after your long bath. You let out a long yawn as you finally reach the clearing where the company was staying.

As you lug yourself over to your bag, dropping your knapsack beside it, you begin to rummage through it trying to find your spoon and bowl.

"Uh.. lass?" Bofur asks hesitantly. "What?" You reply, still trying to find your utensils. "Would you mind turning around real quick?", "What?" You turn, looking at him over your shoulder, still kneeling down. "And can you stand up now?" He and the rest of the company stare at you with a look of shock. "What the fuck are you talking about Bofur?" you glare at him confused. "Please, just.. stand up" Kili pleads with you.

You stare at him for a moment, unsure what to do, before rising to your feet. As you stand however, your eyeline seems to fall quite short of where you usually rise to. Usually, you'd be at least a head taller than the dwarves, but now, your eyes seem to be inline with Kili's nose. You stare at him in complete shock, your body frozen in fear. "What the fuck is going on?" you whisper. "You're short," he states, staring at you. "I'm short" you echo.

Despite your hesitations surrounding Kili, you could obviously see he was quite the handsome man. But from this angle, jeeeesus did he look big. His shoulders were broader, his arms thicker, and his hands… definitely more noticeable.

Thorin marches over, his face stony with seriousness "What happened? Where did you go?" his voice booms. "I don't know, I just had a bath, fell asleep, and came back to camp" panic begins to grip your chest as you worry about the longevity of your sudden vertical ailment.

Kili steps closer to your side, his hand gently resting on your arm in comfort. Your heart warms briefly at the gesture. "And where did you bathe?" Gandalf asks, wandering over. You hesitate telling them about the hot spring, "Uhh.. It was like, a fallen stone structure surrounding a small pool".

He hums in thought for a moment, "And was there anything strange or unusual about this pool?",

"...The water was hot" you hear some of the company scoff or sigh at the thought of a hot bath.

Gandalf nods in understanding "There are many places in Middle Earth that hold magical properties. We should wait and see if it clears up with time" He smiles at you most unhelpfully, before pottering off to smoke. Thorin sighs slowly out his nose, agitated by the wizards cryptic ways "We'll do as he instructs" he looks to you then nods to Kili, before returning to his spot.

Kili lingers by your side for a moment, unsure whether to stay or go "Perhaps it would be best if you slept by Fili and I tonight, you know, for safety" he looks down at you. You nod your head, not even having thought of how this might affect other aspects of your life. Kili smiles widely at you before picking up both your bags with ease "Come, it'll be warmer by the fire anyway".

After settling in next to the two, now very tall and slightly intimidating, dwarf brothers. You curl up in your bedroll, scrunch your eyes shut, and pray to anything that might listen, that you return to size by the morning.

However, sleep does not come easy this time. The world seems all the more vast and all the more dangerous. You wriggle around trying to make yourself comfortable to little avail. Suddenly, a thick weight is placed across your body. You look down to find Kili's leather coat covering you "I thought you looked a bit cold" he says gently, tucking you in.

For the second time tonight, your heart warms because of Kili “Thank you. Are you sure you don’t want it though?”, he shakes his head “Nah, we dwarves are thick-skinned” he smile cheekily at you.

“Good night Amrâl (love)” he whispers, Good night Kili” you respond, before turning over.

You tuck your head into his coat, a sense of comfort and warmth washing over you as you finally drift off to sleep.

In the morning, you were sorely disappointed to find that you had not gone back to normal.

You frustratedly pack your bag as the company readies to leave. Swinging your now, much heavier backpack onto your shoulders, its weight causing you to lose your balance and fall flat on top of it. You lay on your back for a moment, staring up the early morning sky. Sighing, you attempt to roll over on to your side with no success. "Need help?" Kili steps into your vision, hand outstretched. You smile at him exhaustedly, allowing him to help you up.

Unbeknownst to you, this would not be the last time Kili assists you because of your new vertical condition. After a long day of riding, sat behind Bilbo, you struggle to find your footing on the stirrups. Kicking helplessly, as you attempt to get down, "Allow me to help" Kili says from behind you. You nod, and he places his hands firmly on your hips, lifting from the pony and onto the ground with ease.

Whilst travelling, the company comes across a steep rock wall in their path. Allowing the the ponies to climb up themselves would be safest, but it also meant you were left to struggle against the incline yourself. As you grip on to the rocks and roots, you find your muscles seizing up underneath the weight of your pack. Your hand suddenly slips and you lose your balance. Luckily, Kili manages to catch your arm before you topple down "Careful there Thatr (Star)" he smiles down at you cheekily, before lifting you up the rest of the way.

Every slip, trip, tumble and fall, is swiftly avoided by Kilis' keen senses and eagerness to protect you from harms way, especially during this vulnerability. However, his helping hand doesn't aid your feelings of helplessness. It feels as though each day you become even more and more of a burden than the last. You were on your last threads

And then a storm rolled in.

The wild winds threatens to throw you, and poor Bilbo, off your pony. "Thorin, we must find shelter!" Kili yells, his voice barely traveling against the pelting rain.

Thorin, at the front of the pony line, turns around to look at his miserable and waterlogged company, "Head for the tree line. We'll set up the tents!" he finally relents to the weather.

Trotting over to the forest, the company swiftly dismounts, and quickly begins to set up some two-man tents.

After helping Bilbo off the pony, you swing your leg over, attempting to dismount yourself. But your foot slips off the stirrup, and you fall backwards off the pony, twisting, and landing face first in the mud.

You lift yourself up with your arms, your leg still caught in the saddle causes you to partially hang off the horse. You gasp and spit out the mud, eyes screwed tightly shut. A shocked and frustrated yell leaves your lips.

“Hold on ‘Ibinê (my gem)!" Kili calls out to you. A pair of strong hands lift you up from under your armpits. Once standing, they wipe the mud from your face and you are finally able to see again. Kili stands in front of you, face scrunched in concern as he tries to wipe away the filth, "I'm so sorry Gaihith (Little Dove), I should have been there to catch you".

His words are the last straw. Your lip trembles as you try to keep the tears at bay. All you can do is nod your head in response, ducking it low so he wont see your teary eyes.

But he does, of course. Gentle hands cups your face, guiding you to raise your head again "Go to my tent. I'll be there in a moment" he says firmly, face mere inches from your own. You let out a shuddered breath and nod.

Crawling into his very cozy tent, you let out an exhausted sob. The tears begin to fall uncontrollably as you lay down on his bedroll.

As you wallow, the flap of the tent opens and Kili shuffles in, pushing your own bag into the corner.

He had stayed in the rain to retrieve it for you. The thought causes your heart to ache more and cry harder. "Come here Halwûna (Sweet one)" he coos scootching in beside you.

He holds his arms out and you don't skip a beat before cuddling into his chest. Kili holds you tight as sobs wrack your body "It's alright", "You're okay", "I'm here" he whispers into your hair.

As your cries calm down, Kili pull his head away to look at your face. You look haggard. Face puffy, eyes bloodshot, a bit of drool on the side of your mouth, drenched in sweat and rain. "What's wrong Benmar (Supreme beauty)?" he whispers, wiping ways the spit and tears. You sigh "I'm just so tired of being short" you manage to stutter out.

He hums in agreement "It has been and difficult few weeks hasn't it?",

"And I worry I might not ever go back to normal" you begin to sob again. Kili gently holds your cheek regaining your attention "I'm sure you'll go back to normal Mesem (Jewel), just give it time" he reassures you.

"But what if I don't" you can’t help but worry, as you gaze deeply into his warm brown eyes. "Well, then I suppose I'll just have to keep taking care of you forever" he smiles softly at you.

"Oh Kili-" you cry weakly at his romantic gesture. "Shh" he gently kisses your forehead, then you cheek, then your nose before pulling back slightly to stare at you, asking, no begging for permission.

"Please-" is all you have to say before he swoops in, planting a firm kiss against your lips. You clutch to his jacket, his touch grounding you. As you pull away, you rest your forehead against his "Everything will be alright. I'm sure of it Amrâlimê (My love/Love of mine)".

You nod, trusting him, "You know, you're gonna have to teach me what all these names mean one day". He smiles widely at you "It means ‘love of mine'" he whispers to you.

Your heart swells and you shyly smile at him "I love you too" you softly whisper back to him.

He grins before pulling you closer "Come, we should rest. It's been a long day. And we have plenty of time for kissing tomorrow" he pinches your side lightly, causing you to squeak and squirm. Settling in against him you fall into a long restful sleep.

Throughout the following week your height, very slowly, begins to go back to normal. Eventually, you are able to carry your pack again, hop on and off your pony, and even help around camp. Kili however, did not change one bit. Still offering to lift your bag, a hand when dismounting, and anything else he could think of. Kili stuck by your side like glue.

Sitting around the fire with the rest of the company, you lean your head on Kili's, now that you're tall enough to do so, his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“I'm glad you didn't keep your word" you whisper to him privately.

"What do you mean?" he looks up at you, brows furrowed in concern.

“I'm glad you didn't stop taking care of me, just because I'm big again" you explain.

He scoffs at the thought “I also told you I’d take care of you forever, didn’t I?” He smiles up at you, eyes practically shining with affection. And in that moment, you knew he would.

#kili x reader #the hobbit #fili and kili #kili durin #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader #x reader #thorin #oneshot

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crystalbeetle888 · 4 months ago

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Story Queue

‘Untitled’ Various the quarry x reader, multiple chapters,

‘Second Chances' Dog-hybrid 141 x Autistic-Reader, 5 chapters 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.

‘Wild Heart’ 141 x Wolf-hybrid Reader, 5 chapters After trying for many years to leave the mercenary life behind, an old friend comes back into your life to offer you piece of adventure, and possibly something more.

‘Untitled’ platonic ATWOW x Reader/Reader Insert, 7 chapters?

‘Untitled’ Thorin x Fairy Reader, One-shot

‘Promising Future’ Soap McTavish x Wolf-Hybrid Reader, 2-3 chapters?

‘Untitled’ Wolf-hybrid 141 x Handler Reader

‘Untitled’ Maze Runner x Reader/ Reader Insert, 12 chapters?

‘Untitled’ Thorin x Selkie Reader, 6 chapters?

#kili x reader #the hobbit #hybrid #x reader #hybrid au #fili and kili #kili durin #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader #thorin #cod 141 #cod x y/n #cod x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar

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crystalbeetle888 · 4 months ago

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Wild Heart Pt. Intro

141 x Wolf-Hybrid Reader After trying for many years to leave the mercenary life behind, an old friend comes back into your life to offer you piece of adventure, and possibly something more. Warnings- Mentions of Violence, Course Language Words- 1,496

Master List Pt. Intro - Pt. 1

The rumbling sound of a car echoes throughout the valley. You can hear it miles before it breaks through the forest line. A black SUV with tinted out windows dives up the dirt road, dust clouds pooling behind it. You watch cautiously from the front porch, ears and eyes honing in on the unknown vehicle. You scrunch your nose at the pungent smell of diesel catching on the breeze. The car spins around on the road before stopping in front of the gate, built into the stone fence. Finally, the car door opens and a blonde woman steps out, “Kate” you sigh in relief. She waves her arm in a friendly gesture before making her way over across the long lawn. “You’re a hard person to find” She smiles warmly, “I did that deliberately” you reply shortly. The smell of human males on her causes you to anxiously watch the car for another to get out. “It’s just me for today,” She says, sensing your hesitation. Kate slowly walks up the steps to you before offering an open hand. You take it, and lower your head to sniff it. Smells of leather, coffee, toothpaste and floral deodorant are the strongest. But underneath all that, a musky smell stains her hands, likely from a handshake with a human male. The smell isn’t hard to miss, it’s often a sort of sweet woodsy smell with hints of spice. Usually the stench of harsh chemicals, deodorants, cologne, or cigarettes covers up their natural scent.

You release her hand, convinced by her words “Come in then” you lead her inside, locking the door behind her. Kate sits at the dining room table whilst you enter the kitchen and prepare a cup of tea “I don’t suppose you're visiting me for a nice country holiday are you?” You put the kettle on and lean against the counter across from her. “Unfortunately no, I need to hire you for a job”.

You huff in frustration “You know I don’t do that kind of work anymore” “And you know I wouldn’t be asking if I had another choice”.

You sigh in annoyance “Just out of curiosity, I’m not committing to anything, but what’s the job?” Kate smiles, pulling out a yellow folder and placing it on the table, she opens it to reveal a series of photos “This is Viktor Petrov, he’s a part of a Russian terrorist organization operating out of Mount Pobeda. We have intel that he’s been developing bio-weapons and intends on distributing them to the highest bidder in a month's time at an black market auction in Tokyo. We need to intercept those weapons before they leave Russia and arrest Petrov.”

You scan over the photos of a tall blonde man enjoying himself at bars and strip clubs “Hardly the scientist type” you remark. “He’s ex-military, served eight years before becoming an entrepreneur” you hum in thought. “I still don’t understand why you’d need me”

Kate sighs “My team and I have recently lost some of our trusted contacts and I know you’re familiar with the terrain” Kate pauses “It goes through Volt-Krov country and my men need an escort through the territory or else they won’t make it. I’m aware the local tribes-people aren’t too friendly with humans.”

You purse your lips in thought and lean back in your chair, rubbing your face. “I don’t have anyone to take care of my animals whilst I’m gone” you deflect.

Kate smiles knowingly “I can have someone come down tonight so you can show them the ropes, they’ll stay here as long as we need”

You shake my head still unconvinced “I’ve done my time, paid my debt back to you”.

Kate nods in understanding, packing up her folder and standing “That’s alright, it’s always a pleasure talking to you” She places a card down on the table and you give her a tight lipped smile before escorting her towards the door, strangely the smell of satisfaction wafting by as she walks past you. “I’ll see you again soon” she calls out, waving goodbye as she leaves. You snorted in confusion ‘Why does the race of man always speak in riddles?’ You think, annoyed by her cryptic remark. Her car peels down the driveway raising up another dust storm. You shake your head and continue with your daily chores.

The night is crisp as you sit on your front porch with a hot chocolate and a cheeky little joint. You lay across the old leather couch, gazing out over the valley. The clear night sky twinkles and the lush grass sways in the gentle breeze. The moment is peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Your thoughts drift back to Kate and her offer, the itch for adventure slowly gnaws at your brain. You haven’t been off the farm properly in just over a year, let alone worked.

You audibly groan knowing that this urge won’t go away with time. With a reluctant huff you stand and make your way back inside. The card is black with only a number on it, your phone rings twice before she picks up “Decided to change your mind?” Kate asks.

“Yes… but this is my last job okay?” You state firmly. She hums “We’ll see about that, I’ll have someone there to pick you up and another to take care of your home at 0500 hours tomorrow. Pack for a long trip and get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow night” She hangs up the phone before you can respond.

After packing your suitcase with the essentials you flop onto your bed, your body buzzes with anticipation, unsure whether it’s from anxiety or excitement. You snuggle under the blanket and fall into a restless sleep.

You wake from your slumber, your ears twitching at the sound of another car rumbling across the dirt road. The air is frigid, and the room dark. Sleep fogs your brain as you get dressed in a black tight ribbed tank top, no bra, loose boxers, and a pair loose cargo pants with a webbing slider belt. A loud knock sounds from the front door “Yeah coming!” You yell trudging through the house. Opening the door two women in army uniform stand there waiting “Come in” you welcome them. You can smell a nervous aroma coming from the two, even under the pungent aerosol deodorant. After showing Sam, who will be staying for the time being, the animals and house routines, You and Emma take your bag and bid her goodbye. Throwing your suitcase in the back you slide into the passenger seat of the sleek SUV “Get comfortable it’s going to be a long ride”.

Back at base, Kate debriefs the TF-141 on their newest arrival, and possible permanent teammate, if all things go well. Johnny, Kyle, Simon and John all sit around a table, the TV screen in front of them shows images of a large black wolf hybrid “This is the Hound, she is a retired mercenary with a long criminal record. She is currently en route to arrive here at 1800 hours. I want you all to be on your best behaviour, she’s not overly fond of humans let alone male ones, so don’t ask any stupid questions.” Kate looks towards Johnny who throws his hands up in defense “Why ya lookin at me?” Simon next to him shoves his shoulder “Cause you always spouting out some rightful shit.”

Johnny gawks in disbelief “I do not” He argues back. Before either of them can continue bickering John interrupts “That’s enough” he barks gruffly, “I don’t like this Kate, the last thing we need is some untrained hybrid going off the rails” She nods at his concerns “That’s exactly why she’ll be living and training on base up until the mission. She needs to recognize you and your scents as a part of her pack, and we don’t have many other options for getting you through Russia safely.”

“Won’t her presence just piss off the local wolves more?” Kyle asks. “No, fortunately the Volt-Krov have a predominantly male population, and they’ll generally leave females to their own business. Her larger size alone should be enough of a deterrent to the local males”

“And if they don’t leave us alone” Simon asks. Kate changes the photos on the TV, images of the black wolf hybrid litter the screen. Her figure hunched over staring at the camera with bright golden eyes, prickled fur and gnashing teeth. Blood covering her matted coat, drips from her muzzle onto the stark white snow. The photos say more than enough, and Simon nods his head. “Those photos were taken three years ago when some hunters decided to trespass on her property”

“Did she kill them?” John stares at the images, haunting eyes staring back. “She took an arm off one and a leg off another. She showed control and precision, she let them live”

John nods thoughtfully “Well, let’s hope we can use that”.

Master List Pt. Intro - Pt. 1

AN:let me know if you guys want more of this one cause I fully forgot about and won’t write more if no one’s interested. Much Love ❤️

#task force 141 #141 x reader #cod 141 #tf 141 #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty #mw2 141 #cod #john soap mactavish #werewolf #werewolves #x werewolf reader #wolf hybrid #monster au #werewolf au

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crystalbeetle888 · 4 months ago

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Finally getting back into writing again. Yippee!

I swear I have another chapter coming out for Promising Future, I’m just in the trenches of my Hobbit hyperfixation rn. Working on a new one for that too 🤭 TeeHee

Also I may have made a Hybrid Au guide if anyone is interested? 👀 Lmk

#x reader #hybrid au #hybrid #kili x reader #the hobbit #update

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crystalbeetle888 · 8 months ago

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Promising Future

1.8k Words - SFW - Hybrid AU

- brief mentions of kidnapping, violence, torture, minor fluff -

The darkness surrounding you seems eternal, not knowing where your body ends or the walls of the cold hard shipping container begins. At least the freezing nights were better than the sweltering days, inside that metal box it felt like an oven. Your arms ache, the thick chain holding them loosely above your head clinks as you shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. The rusted muzzle weighs heavy around your skull, its mouthpiece sharp against your tongue.

You had been in hiding for most of your life, living amongst a small rural community in Alaska. Before an unmarked militia group came through to clear the people out for an upcoming oil line. As they did they took you, a rare feral hybrid, Lupus-Versipellis, a wolf hybrid. Feral hybrids were rarer than domestic species like dogs or cats, and are often outcast and forced into hiding for being assumed dangerous. Which just makes them all the more allusive.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been since your capture, but your hair had since grown long down your back, matts littered throughout. You have had many different buyers all across the world try to break you into a pliant soldier. Various methods were inflicted upon you. From beatings to negotiations, from tying you to a post for days with no food or water, to attempted medical and chemical reconditioning. Key word, attempted. Little was actually known on hybrid physiology so it wasn’t uncommon for people to under-sedate you. They quickly learnt that wasn’t the safest method for reconditioning.

Your latest buyers seemed to be Mexican. They never spoke to you but based on the tattoos you saw when they came to feed you, the general climate, and the fact that you could hear them speaking Spanish outside of the shipping container, strongly hinted at the Cartel. You had only really heard about them through wild action movies and terrible bar jokes though, so other than that you were in the dark. Literally.

Your ears perk at the sound of distant gunfire, it echoes loudly through the previously still night. You rattle your chains in suspense. You can hear yelling and loud explosions. Then, nothing. You wait for what seems like forever before the shuffling of footsteps and the clanging of metal breaks the silence. A stream of silver light shines through the darkness as the door slowly scrapes open and two silhouettes come into view.

“Fooken hell, they av’ a hybrid” a Scottish man's voice echos.

You growl deeply at them, the noise vibrating through your chest. “A cranky one at that. Get the Colonel, he’s gonna wanna see this ""Yes sargent” the other man replies before disappearing from view.

You squint at the man, struggling to see him properly as he approaches. “Easy there lass, M’ not gonna hurt ya” he mutters, arms out wide in submission. You shake your chains violently, trying to scare him off. “Easy, Easy” he finally steps close enough for you to see him. He’s a stocky white male with a short brown mohawk and piercing blue eyes. “Easy there lass, I’m just trying to help ya”. Your heart pounds against your chest, panic overwhelms your mind as he reaches a cautious hand towards the back of your head “Hay I’m just trying to get it off” he reassures you. Your breathing is laboured, you eye his hand as it reaches behind you and lifts the heavy padlock. Your ears press flat against your skull as you watch him cautiously.

Suddenly three more silhouettes appear at the door “Dios Mio” a gravelly voice whispers. “Alejandro! We're gonna need some bolt cutters” the man next to you calls out. “Aye!” he responds before whispering to the other man in spanish. You swing the chains violently, trying to free yourself from their confines. A muffled wail ripping from your throat at your fruitless attempts. “Hay, hay, hay, take it easy!”, “Calm down niña”, “You need to quit that darling” the men unsuccessfully try to reason with you as you continue to thrash around. Pain shooting through your shoulders causes you to fall limp against the chains, the weight of your body on your arm causes you to cry out.

Suddenly, the weight on your arms is lifted as you’re hauled into the air, the Scottish man's thick arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, his head pressing into your stomach. You stop thrashing and stare at him, completely stunned. You’re finally able to rest your arms. You place them slowly on top of his head, groaning as the tension releases from your shoulder blades. “Better?” he squeezes your leg, you huff in response. “So you understand english” you huff again, staring down at him as he gazes back up at you. His stubble prickles your bare stomach as he talks, his skin radiating heat. “So she’s friendly then?” the southern white man asks. You growl in response causing the scot to chuckles “Careful Graves, she’s a feisty one” he pats your legs. “She’ll fit right in then camarada” Alejandro says.

Finally a young man walks into the shipping container holding some bolt cutters. “Let’s get you free then aye lass?” the scott smiles up at you. The young man approaches hesitantly before looking to his superior, “Go on” he says to the younger man. He turns back towards you, you can hear his heartbeat racing in his chest as he places the jaws of the bolt cutters around the padlock on your wrist. He struggles for a moment before…Snap! A cuff falls from you, the chain connected to the ceiling now hangs loosely. You grip onto the man's shoulder with your free hand, offering up the other. He readies the bolt cutters and…Snap! You’re so close to being free.

The scotsman squats down, placing you gently on the floor “Don’t try and stand up yet lass” he rubs your bare back in comfort before grabbing the padlock on your muzzle “Take it easy on this one amigo”. The young man nods, positioning the cutters and…Snap! The scott takes the padlock off, before unclasping the muzzle and pulling it off your face and out your mouth. You breathe out your mouth freely for the first time in years. The cold air graces your lips. You bring your now trembling hands up to your face, you feel so weightless. A sob escapes your throat as you sit there in your newly found freedom. “You’re alright, we’ve got ya bonnie” he places a warm hand on your back.

The hospital room was dimly lit and smelled strongly of chemicals you couldn't quite place. After cutting you down, the Scottish man named Johnny, escorted you back to the hospital at their base. Doctors and nurses fluttered around you, curious at your unique appearance. They placed you on a drip, bandaged your wrists and and sponge bathed the rest of you down. You were put in thin shorts and a shirt that tied up on the sides, the grippy socks they provided didn’t fit your feet as your claws had grown so long they tore straight through them.

You listened intently to the conversations down the hall, most of them were about you, but you weren't interested in all their gossip. They’re not who you’re waiting for. Heavy boots thumping through the hall towards you catch your attention. Your ears stand straight, focused in on the door as they approach. The handle rattles and the door swings open, revealing Johnny carrying a large tray of assorted meats “Wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I had ‘em put a bit of everythin’ on” he smiles, walking into the room casually, he places the tray on your lap.

The smell of raw meat makes your hair prickle and stand on end. You were starving. Snatching the food off the tray you rip into it, snapping and growling as you eat. “Easy there lass, don’t want you to choke” he chuckles, sitting down in the chair beside your bed. Ignoring him, you continue to chomp through your charcuterie of meat until someone else enters the room. You glance up at them wearily, it was Alejandro, the colonel running this base. “How is she holding up?” he asks Johnny. “Enjoying the food, still hasn’t said a word though” he responds. Alejandro nods before directing his attention to you. Your ears flatten against your head, a growl rumbling from your chest. He huffs in mild amusement “You can grumble all you want senora, but eventually you’ll have to talk to us” he chastises you, folding his arms over his broad chest. You look away from him, nibbling timidly on your food. You don’t like being forced to do things, or talk, or anything really. Your capture has made you increasingly stubborn.

He grunts at your behaviour, “I’ll come back tomorrow once you’re healed more, maybe some exercise will loosen you up hmm?” He nods at Johnny before turning back around and leaving the room.

“We’re not going to be able to help ya if you don’t talk to us Bonnie” he whispers as gently as his thick accented voice would allow him to. You side eye him, huffing out your nose in reluctance. “Would you at least tell me your name?” He pleads with you, leaning his elbows the side of the bed.

Anxiety shoots through your body like electricity. You had learned early on in your capture that the less they know about you, the better. This meant no talking to anyone about anything, no responding, and certainly no trusting them. When they had nothing on you it was easier to act like a complete animal, after all that’s all that you were to them. A feral beast.

Your lip quivers as you try to muster up the courage to say something, anything. You wanted to trust him that this was all over, but you couldn’t. He was just another soldier following orders.

You clenched your jaw tightly and shook your head, brows furrowed in frustration. He sighs before standing “That’s alright lass, I’ll try to check up on you tomorrow aye” he says, as he makes his way to the door.

You let out a gasp as he is about to leave, trying to will yourself to say something. A moment passes in silence.

“Thank you” you whisper meekly, barely audible.

He turns to look at you, a wide grin stretched across his face, his eyes twinkling with joy “I’ll see you tomorrow dove” he says before gently closing the door behind him. Your face feels hot and your tummy flutters ‘Why did he smile at me like that?’ You think to yourself. Shaking off the strange feeling, you place the now empty food tray to the side before snuggling under the cover. It isn’t long before exhaustion takes its toll, and you drift off into a deep sleep.

#x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod x y/n #call of duty #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #multiple x reader #hybrid #hybrid au

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