#{{I hope this and Heiran are okay!

[luvanniiee]

Hey dear, i would like to request a slight angst, fluff , poly. twice NaSaHyo×fem reader.

R and Nayeon where dating for years, they been happy and all but one night

While Nayeon and R where laying down on their bed, Nayeon confessed that she cheated on her and she's pregnant, using the excuse of " i wanted kids and he seems nice"

R won't overreact and just ask Nayeon to break up with them, so she won't have to lie about their break up. And just say that they broke up mutually.

(The reader is a KG teacher along with Sana, and Jihyo has a Daughter from a failed marriage. )

The R losses her sparkles and becomes less energetic, forgets everything easily, ends up not feeling a live, just a walking object.

Jihyo's 5yrs old daughter notices the changes in the R and starts to give her alot of attention. Asking her how she's Daily and ofc tells her mom about the changes she noticed in her teacher.

Sana have been crushing on R for as long as she remembers so when she sees the R recent change, she tries her very best to know what happened but R is very secretive.

Jihyo also likes R, but is afraid to confess for her failed marriage hunts her 'till this very day.

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I hope that makes sense and i expressed my request in a understanding way.

Thanks for your time and

Can i be 🪷 Anon!!!???

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• pairings : nayeon x fem! reader , sana x jihyo, sana x jihyo x fem!reader

• synopsis : your long time girlfriend , nayeon, confessed to cheating on you and getting pregnant. it broke your heart. even though you never openly said anything about to anyone, it was apparent. Park Heiran, the daughter of Park Jihyo and step child of Sana Minatozaki , witnessed this and told her moms. Sana had already been crushing on you for a while. so was Jihyo. can the help bring the light back in your eyes?

• warnings : angst , mentions of cheating , pregnancy , slight toxicity , fluff at the end , heartbreak , mentions of food , mentions of crying, its sad but has good moments, mentions of divorced parents.

• a/n : okay so i was writing this yesterday, but the app crashed and i lost all of that work. but i was thinking about making it a mini series because why not. also anon if you are seeing this: of course you can be 🪷 anon!! but yeah anyways i hope you all enjoy this!!

• story under the cut ;)

you had just come home from work. youre a kindergarten teacher. you love your students like your own children. and they were part of the reason why you wanted kids. nayeon, your longtime girlfriend, was laying in bed. she has been sick for the past couple months. you wanted her to go to the doctor but she always refuses. normally she would have no objections but you decided not to upset her and stopped asking her. she had her fingers in her mouth biting on her nails and had tears falling from her eyes.

nayeon? whats the matter sweetheart? i asked gently. shes also been very moody lately. ever since she came back from her friends house a couple months back , shes been a mess. she sniffled and looked at you. i need to tell you something y/n. she spoke softly. i approached the bed and laid next to her. whats up? i asked. she was trembling softly but it was still noticeable. y/n, do you remember when i went to my friends house? she inquired. yeah. uh Haneul, right? you replied. well hes not just my friend. she spoke.

you blinked a couple times trying to process this information. hes my boyfriend. and we talked about having kids. you know how much i want kids of my own, and he seemed nice. so one thing led to another and now im pregnant. she confessed. your mind went blank for a second. then the reality hit you like a ton of bricks. your longtime girlfriend of 5 years, confessing how she has a boyfriend and is now pregnant with his child. nayeon, i know i cant give you kids, but we talked about having kids when we got married. you said you could wait until then. you spoke, hurt and betrayal now apparent in your voice.

she looked at you. i know y/n, im sorry i hurt you like this. but please, stay here with me. she said. you stood up and started to pack your bags. please y/n. she begged. no nayeon, what the fuck did you think was gonna happen huh? you think im stupid enough to stay here and provide for you when you have a whole ass boyfriend who obviously is more than capable of taking care of you and that child? did you think i was gonna stay here and let you run over me? you paused to see her reaction. she only hing her head low. you must think im dumb. you must think im that fucking naive. well news flash , your wrong and just as stupid if you actually think im gonna sit here and be your puppet.

you huffed as you kept packing. nayeon staying silent. honestly nayeon, i thought you loved me. i thought you cared. you said as tears started coming down. she looked at you, she was hurt too. goodbye nayeon. you said and you picked up your bag. as you started to walk out, you looked at her one more time, tears falling from her eyes. you turned around and walked out. the feeling of leaving her made you sick to your stomach. you felt yourself about to breakdown. you were leaving the woman of your dreams , but you kept walking. you got in your car and drove to the nearest hotel. were you spent the night crying.

luckily, it was friday. so you had the whole weekend to cry. you decided to call one of your friends and you told her what happened. when you asked if you could stay until you got back on your feet , she was more than happy to have you home with her.

today is monday. youve spent the weekend crying. you cried so much, it looked like youve been beat up except your eyes were red. but by monday most of the puffiness was gone. you got ready to set everything up. you got your notes and things ready to present today. the bell rang for the students to come from in from breakfast. you wanted to smile but you were still hurting too much. you put on a mask so that only your eyes were showing. you spoke in your usual tone with the kids.

goodmorning class! how was your weekend? you said cheerfully. you were getting different replies from the kids. some said they went out of town, some said they hung out with eachother, some even said they did nothing. but one student, her name is Heiran, she just stared at you. she was looking in your dark eyes. she noticed that the sparkle that was normally there was replaced by grey skies. Heiran, what did you do? you asked her . oh i hung out with my mommies! she said cheerfully. you smiled softly at her and she smiled back.

you admired Heiran. her biological mother had a failed marriage. they got divorced when Heiran was just a baby. and she had to grow up with a single parent who wasnt making a lot but sure made sure that she had everything she needed. then she told you that her mother found a girlfriend and they were happy. she really didnt fit in with everyone but she didnt seem to care. you admired her because she always smiled even if her feelings were hurt. she was raised well.

it was now lunchtime. all students went to the cafeteria to eat their lunch. you opened your bag and took out a sandwich. normally with nayeon, she would pack you a homecooked meal, and even put a note in there to encourage you throughout the day. your eyes started to well up again until your favorite teacher friend , Sana, walked in. hey honey! she said. oh hey sana! you greeted back. you alright? you look like youve been crying. sana said, concern in her tone. yeah im fine, allergies. you spoke back. she side eyed you. y/n i have been around you long enough to know that allergies dont make you cry over a sandwhich. sana said. just leave it alone sana. you spoke a little harsh. hurt was becoming apparent in your tone.

alright. she said. then she took her lunchbox out and pulled her meal out. hers looked so good. it looked way better than the sorry sandwich you had in your hands. she noticed you staring at it. do you want some? she asked. no. im fine with this. i just wanted to see what you had. you said in a monotone voice. she only huffed out and started eating with you. she always did that. ever since you started working here, she always made sure to sit and eat with you. you looked at sana. her mouth was full, but you thought she looked cute. you always thought she was cute.

the bell snapped you out of your thoughts. sana hurried and finished her bite before she cleaned up. bye y/n. sana said. and she walked towards the door but turned around to look at you. she flashed the warmest smile ever. and walked away. the kids were quick to pile in after that. sanas smile seemed to make you feel slightly better. but you didnt give it much thought.

the bell rang for the last time today. it was dismissal. everyones parents were there to pick there kids up. the small children running into their parents arms. it made you think of nayeon. soon she will be of those moms with the man she cheated on you with. snapping you out of your thoughts, you felt someone tug on your hand. you looked and saw little heiran there. she looked up at you with a bright smile. you keep flashing that bright smile honey, youll outshine the sun! you told her. she giggled. uh, ms y/n? heiran asked. yes? you answered. um…nothing. she said. you only giggled at her.

whats your moms name? you asked her. my mommas name is Jihyo, and her girlfriend is Sama! she answered. Sama? that sounds kinda like sana. then the mom honked her horn. Heiran gave you one last hug before running off and getting in the car. her mom rolled down the window and waved. you waved back. and they drove off

[Jihyos Pov]

how was school today? did you make friends? i asked my daughter. shes had a hard time fitting in. i think its because she has two moms instead of one mom and one dad. no, but mommy, i think ms y/n is sad. Heiran said. oh? whats wrong with her? i asked. i knew Heiran loved her teacher. she always talked about her. and Sana too. and from all ive been hearing, ive seemed to have fallen in love with y/n. even if i havent spoken to her directly. i dont know mommy. Heiran said. i looked in the rear view mirror at her, she smiled and looked out the window.

soon we arrive home. i get dinner started and wait for my girlfriend to get home. and two hours later, she came home. hey honey! i greet her as i kissed her cheek. hi baby! she said and kissed me back. hi heiran! sana said. and heiran ran into her arms. after sana puts her coat down and gets comfy, i set the table and server dinner. we all ate and heiran went to her room and played with her toys. so uh heiran said that y/n was sad today. oh yeah. she was missing her usual spark. she was about to cry over a sandwich. she was staring at my food. she was just very dismissive which isnt normally like her. so i decided to call her girlfriend nayeon. and nayeon said that they broke up last friday. so i think shes just going through a tough breakup. sana and i conversed.

[end of jihyos pov] [first person pov]

the next day you went to work, you saw a box. it was on your desk, you furrowed your brow and walked over to it. there was a note on top of it. ‘im jihyo! heirans mom. please call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx! enjoy your meal’ is what it read. you opened the box and there was a nice meal in there. you smiled and set it aside for lunchtime. y/n? sana called. it startled you from the sudden voice. uh yes sana? you answered.

you and i need to talk… sana said

this is part one. there will probably be two parts but i had to end it here cuz im exhausted babes !! anyways i hope. you enjoyed this so far ! i have a surprise for my ateez lovers after this story is done. but anyways i hope you stick around to the next story. it gets juicier than kylie jenners lips. anyways love all!! even my new mootie ;)

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@jaenv​ hit that ♥ for a starter 

From the very moment that Heiran had sat opposite her friend at one of the cafe’s few spare tables she was left with a feeling of unease and she didn’t know why. Leo was a man she felt comfortable around and while no lover of large crowds and packed places she would never be left feeling quite this uncomfortable. It was so strange but not wishing to draw any attention to it however she forced a smile to her lips and pushed one of the laminated menu’s across the table towards him and took the other for herself. “I heard the foods supposed to be really good here.” She informed him in a mumble as her attention turned to the listed meals.

Pondering her choices the woman’s fingers gently rubbed at her jaw, head turning and eyes looking over the cafe as she tried to decide between the bulgogi and the bibimbap when she finally found the source of discomfort. 

“I mmm...can we go?” She questioned him a little too quickly to sound as calm as she had wanted.

[writersrealmbts]

Shattered Pieces: Glue

Description: Kittens and Cubs grow quickly, and life goes on faster than you would like, but you still get to enjoy the ride.

Warnings: If this doesn’t destroy you a little, I give up as a writer.

Posted: 03/16/2020

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

Mostly fluff with a surprise: 4,288 words

A/N: Last Part!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been really stuck on this for a while, and I just wanted to finish this series so I could move on. So, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think of it!!!!!

You checked the clock again, then shrugged at Hoseok. “If they’re not back in half an hour we might have to send a search party.”

He nodded. “I know they thought to do this because Jimin used to catch the turkey every year, but Jimin spent days getting the turkey, and he mostly rounded up turkeys and then picked the one he wanted and released the others before humanely killing the turkey. A couple days before he planned to cook it.”

You rolled your eyes. “They were determined.”

“Predators,” Jungkook sighed, dramatic. He jumped back as you slapped at him for sneaking bites of the stuffing that you were preparing for tomorrow.

Jin hummed softly. “The babes are awake.”

You smiled and followed him to the nursery, checking on your coloring babes (all but Jihun—who had been dragged along despite his reservations) before getting your bitty babes who were still roly-polying in their separate cribs.

Yerin was babbling a little.

Cheolmin was sucking on his hand, but his eyes fell onto you and smiled.

Soyoung was barely awake.

You picked up Cheolmin, cuddling him close with a purr. “Look at my sleepy boy.”

Jin had Yerin, changing her diaper while she made various babble noises. “I still can’t believe they went hunting on Christmas Eve Day. There’s so much to do! I know Namjoon hasn’t finished Christmas shopping yet.”

“He’ll realize his mistake sooner or later.” You shrugged a little, and rubbing Soyoung’s belly as the kitten slowly blinked awake. She had mostly black fur like Yoongi, and you honestly thought she was the spitting image of her appa if it weren’t for the white stripe on the back of her left ear.

Yerin had your coloring.

Cheolmin was mixed between the two of you, but he had his dad’s eyes.

Yerin had your mother’s eyes, and sometimes when she blinked up at you….

You smiled softly as you stepped to the side for Hoseok to pick up Soyoung.

“So soft,” Jin whispered, nuzzling one of Yerin’s ears. “Baby fur is the best. Misuk’s baby fur is growing out.”

“I know, she’s getting big.” You sighed in resignation. “Soon we won’t have baby-soft fur to play with on her.”

“Terrifying,” Hoseok said, shuddering. “They’re growing too quickly.”

“Jihun reminds me of Jimin when we first met him,” Jin said, smiling.

Jungkook grinned and nodded. “I know. I found a picture of us from back then.”

“You’ll have to show me,” You said, pushing away the dissatisfaction of not being able to meet your cubs real parents. It was driving you crazy, because you couldn’t even watch their home videos because no one knew where they were. They’d been searching for the past three weeks because Jihun asked about it at Thanksgiving and all of them were certain there were home videos but none of them were certain where they were. You figured you’d probably find them the moment you started looking, because that’s a mom’s superpower and you’ve had that power for a long time. You just hadn’t had the chance since the kids were especially clingy ever since you’d had the kittens. You didn’t mind, it wasn’t an unhealthy clingyiness, but the addition of the milky scent on you made you a little more motherly and comforting to them. And Jihun needed a lot of help with his homework lately.

“Moooommm! We’re back,” Jihun sounded desperate and distressed.

You handed Cheolmin to Jungkook and darted out, freezing and covering your mouth.

All of them were filthy. Muddy, covered in leaves, dirt smeared on their faces and they definitely didn’t catch a turkey.

Jihun looked like he’d been dropped in a lake before the mud and leaves, his hair dripping.

Yoongi winced. “We, uh, we fought a muddy hill?”

“And thought coming in the back door was a good idea? Go around to the front. I’ll get some towels, Jihun.” You ushered them back out, darting to the linen closet and grabbing the beach towels for them. Your baby was probably chilled to the bone, and you didn’t want to send him back out, but you really didn’t want to deal with mud on the carpet.

Jihun was shivering but you quickly wrapped him in a towel. “Cold.”

“We’ll get you in a bath, baby,” You said comfortingly, helping him out of his shoes.

He nodded.

You managed to scoop him up (getting objecting sounds from all six men) and carried him to the nearest bathroom, setting him down and running a bath. “I’ll go get you some clean clothes and a towel, okay? Hoseok will be here to help you wash behind your ears. And your tail.”

He made a strangled sound, but nodded.

You kissed a clean spot on his forehead, then tested the water. “Alright, test the water before you get in, but I think it’s okay right now.”

He nodded again, shivering out of his clothes as you got out a big fluffy towel and let Hoseok slip past you.

The other boys were carefully traipsing to the other bathrooms, but you quickly passed them to get to Jihun’s room and grab him clean clothes, opting for his favorite pajamas since it was toward the evening anyway.

Hoseok took the clothes, gesturing that Jihun was half-asleep.

You nodded and went to check on the rest of your babies, seeing they were still coloring contentedly and talking to the kittens like they would understand.

Then you hurried upstairs to check on your mate.

Taehyung was pouting at the bathroom door. “Oh, come on, Namjoonie!”

You snorted and headed further, guessing Yoongi went right to the bathroom the others didn’t use—the one in Jimin’s old room.

He was already out of the shower and in boxers when you slipped in, but winced as he saw your face. “Yeah, I know, that was dangerous. I didn’t mean for that to happen, and we got him back here in record time.”

“No more pretending you know how to hunt. Stick to fishing, you’re better at it. Anyway, we figured this would happen and bought a turkey. It’s already brining.” You shook your head at the pile of muddy clothes. “You guys are so doing the laundry.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll gather up the muddy clothes and take care of them. How were the other kids?”

“Angels,” You replied, hearing the relief in it and laughing a bit. “Heirannie is teaching Jowoon to color in between the lines, not very successfully, but he’s actually improved throughout the day. Misuk is using the magic markers so she can’t make a mess.”

“They’re growing up so fast,” He whispered.

“Soyoung looks so much like you,” You whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His skin was still warm from his shower, and it felt nice.

He purred a little, seeming embarrassed at how pleased he was by that. “Yerin looks more like you.”

“Has your hair, my mom’s eyes, and my fur,” You whispered. “But your adorable nose and mouth.”

He melted a little more under your touch, a mess of purring and fur. “I just want this time to last forever.”

You laughed softly. “I do too. We’ll keep them young forever, you and me.”

He laughed with you, hugging you more tightly. “You and me.”

——

You didn’t keep them young.

Jihun had been so excited to go to school. He’d woken up an hour before everyone else, he’d eaten breakfast and gotten ready for school, and then waited on teh couch for everyone else to get up, asking the first person—you, getting up to take care of the triplets who were two years old at the time—if it was time to leave yet.

You’d gotten him to help you with the triplets to distract him.

The only moment he seemed to be reluctant was when his siblings started crying at his leaving them. Heiran was especially inconsolable.

But Hoseok, Yoongi, and Yourself ushered Jihun out the door, and took him to school.

You and Hoseok cried on the way back to the house because Jihun was growing up so quickly and he was so independent.

Yoongi was quiet, but he spent an extra long time with all of the younger cubs that day.

Jihun had come home, quiet, eating his snack and cuddling up next to you without a word. Apparently not having said a word to Namjoon and Taehyung except to say hello and get into the car.

When he finally did say something, he murmured that he’d missed everyone here and that everyone else already had friends.

Seokjin had chuckled softly, then pulled Jihun into his arms. “Your father felt the same way. But he met Taehyung. And Taehyung introduced him to us. Just do your best, be nice to the other kids—”

“But if they bite you, bite back,” Yoongi muttered, earning glares and scoffs from Hoseok and Taehyung.

Seokjin just leveled him with an unamused look before turning back to Jihun. “And eventually you’ll meet some good friends. And if you don’t…well, we love you and we’ll find you sports or something you can play to make friends that way.” He stroked Jihun’s hair.

Jihun looked up at him, then shifted so he could hug the bunny-hybrid, face in the crook of his neck like he did as a cub. “If I don’t like it….”

“Then you can go back to homeschooling,” You agreed softly. “But I want you to give it a chance, Jihunnie.” You stroked his tail.

It flicked and he peeked at you to smile. “Okay, Mom. I’ll try. But…” His nose wrinkled. “Are we sure I’m in the right classes?”

“Oh?”

He slipped out of Jin’s arms, and grabbed his backpack, pulling out his school books and passing them to you.

You looked over it and sighed internally. The cubs ate up their lessons faster than you could come up with them, and Jihun was especially attentive in his schoolwork. Which meant he’d surpassed his classmates. But the schools insisted that he stay with his age group. “Well, we’ll figure something out, okay?”

He nodded, curling up into Hoseok’s lap with a soft chuff before falling asleep.

And he did make friends, quickly growing popular among his classmates, and yet he still spent most of his time at home with his siblings. He would go to their houses now and then, and he would have them for outdoor playdates, easily explaining that his siblings got sick really easily.

And he joined the soccer team, quickly becoming one of the star players.

Heiran was growing quickly too. She was active and playful and fast. So fast. She picked up languages like they were the triplets blocks, and while she still clung to you, and her family, she also was confident and strangely self-assured. She laughed easily and was excited for the day she could finally go to school—but didn’t do nearly as well there, reverting to her muteness and asking to be pulled out after the first three months. She blossomed again once she was home, though she still bounced back and forth between mute and loquacious.

Jowoon didn’t even want to try public school, but he joined an outdoor adventure club and quickly made his own friends. He was a bit of a home-body, having been cuddly all throughout his childhood and he definitely was still your baby. He was thoughtful, often sitting and asking Namjoon questions for hours after you would run out of answers, until Yoongi would step in and get him to help with some chore or other. Jowoon loved helping fix things, and there was a bet between Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok about what his future profession would be.

Misuk was probably the sassiest of all of the cubs, extremely independent as an elementary-aged cub, and oddly protective of the triplets. She had strong opinions, and was so expressive that sometimes you all had to stop yourselves from laughing when she needed to be scolded for talking back because she was so…confident in her decisions. She hated messes, and was picky about her clothes in the cutest way. She would only get messy if she was in her messy clothes. She was the hardest to keep away from her siblings friends, because she wanted to be with them but it was still dangerous given her immune system.

And then there were your triplets.

All of them were doted on by the cubs, and they didn’t mind staying away from outsiders for their siblings sake—not really even noticing because they were too busy listening to Jihun read a story to them. Or the girls would be playing with dolls while the boys were outside playing soccer.

Heiran bounced between both groups on those days (not that they were always separated, they especially all loved swimming together—though your kittens were definitely not fans at first and Soyoung definitely wouldn’t swim unless her oldest brother and Uncle Taehyung were also swimming), and she was usually on one team while the boys were on the other because she was fast and fierce. Everytime you saw her win with an astonishing amount of ferocity, you were reminded of your first Thanksgiving with the cubs, when she batted every kill-spot on Taehyung.

The scariest moment was when she found one of Jihun’s friends inside the house—with a cold. Granted, he’d only run in to use the bathroom, and with your permission.

But she’d literally dragged him out of the house with a growl (he was taller than her and weighed more and she wasn’t struggling), and the way she snarled at Jowoon had your fur rising and your kittens hiding in Yoongi’s arms while you had to calm her down.

She hadn’t even been thirteen.

Time flies too fast.

Jin and Jungkook lived in the carraige-house, never too far, but sometimes retreating to themselves. They were a mess, but a pretty happy mess that were actively involved in the cubs lives.

The other boys had their own lives, still coming around as often as they could—especially Hoseok, who eventually become some part of the strange relationship that Jungkook and Jin had.

You didn’t care to ask as long as your cubs and kits were okay.

Taehyung ended up mating with a sweet dog-hybrid, and they had pups some five years after your kits were born.

Namjoon ended up going overseas to open another division of his and Taehyung’s company, leaving for a few months at a time, before coming back for another few months to catch up with his favorite tigers, kittens, and pups. Eventually, he brought home a mate from his trip, who melded right into the family.

And Yoongi somehow started a revolution that established so much protection for humans that their numbers started rising again while still being the most active father/father-figure anyone could ask for. He was often exhausted, but you liked to think that you rewarded him well for his hard work.

———

“I can’t see,” Yerin whined, going up on her tiptoes again.

Namjoon scooped her up, putting her on his shoulders. “See him now?”

“Yes! Jihun!” She called.

Jihun turned and grinned, waving before signaling her to be quiet.

It wasn’t long before the Cheolmin and Soyoung were perched on Seokjin’s and Taehyung’s shoulders—respectively—to watch, though Soyoung did so with her hands over her ears from the noise of the crowd. She didn’t like noisy places, usually clinging and hiding with Yoongi or whoever was closest.

Jowoon and Misuk could see a little better, having both better positions, and standing on the chairs.

Heiran could see without standing on a chair, though she did have to go up on her tip-toes.

Both girls were carefully surrounded by yourself and the guys, having gotten more than their fair share of their mother’s looks, and getting quite a few lingering looks. They were already increasingly careful around their own brother’s friends and Misuk was only eleven.

Yoongi sighed. “This has to be a dream. He can’t be graduating high-school next week.”

You just smiled, looking at your family, then back at your oldest. “What are you going to do when it’s Heiran? Or Jowoon? Or Misuk—”

“Stop,” he grumbled. “You’re making me sad.”

You purred, taking his hand. “Just enjoy it, you softy. He’s valedictorian. And he wants to be a doctor.”

“He’s been taking college classes for the past two years, does it really count?” Heiran asked casually, but her gaze was proudly fixed on her brother as he stepped up to the podium to make a speech that had been a long time coming. It wasn’t his speech as valedictorian, but it was a speech his teachers had asked to give after he turned it in for a class.

You shushed her, grateful you didn’t have to worry about filming since Jungkook definitely had that covered.

Jihun—looking every bit like his father, with a certain something of his mother in his smile—gazed over the crowd after his initial greeting. “Next Friday marks the day that all of us have been waiting for. It’s a day of transition. It marks the end of one part of our lives, and the beginning of another as we leave the safety of this institution and enter the world of our parents and teachers. This can be terrifying, the unknown can be terrifying. My life…” He stopped, looking down and then quickly looking up, seeking you all out again and nodding. “My life has been filled with days of transition. Some that I don’t remember, such as the day I first became an older brother, and others that I do. I remember the day that I stopped thinking my life was normal, a day I know my family wishes I could forget, when myself and my mother were kidnapped and rescued by my father. I had never given thought to the fact that my mother was human, or what my species even meant for myself—and I didn’t understand until much later. I remember when I transitioned from having two parents that loved me and my siblings so completely, to being an orphan.”

Yoongi’s grip tightened on your hand, and you could see Heiran glance at you in the corner of your eye, but your gaze was fixed on Jihun.

“I remember my Uncles—friends of my parents, the only thing close to family that they had—desperately trying to fill the void my parents had left. The day my mom, my adoptive mom, came into our lives and made us into a family again. I remember wondering if my sister would ever talk again after losing our parents, and the pure joy that came when she did. I remember deciding that my mom could be just that, my mom. Finding out that those responsible for the death of my parents finally paid the price. Becoming an adopted brother. Watching my family change, and grow. Being able to finally go to school with other kids my age and make friends outside of my siblings. There have been so many days where my life has changed so completely, even if it was just from a change in my own perspective. In the way I viewed things. Our lives will always be filled with unknowns, but…because of my life before now, I’m not afraid of what the future holds. I know that my family will always catch me if I fall. I want to be a doctor, and I know that the road ahead of me will be hard. I know there will be times when I get scolded because I haven’t been taking care of myself—because I was raised by the most selfless people I will ever know. I know they’ll catch me when I do fall, because I watched them catch each other.”

He met your gaze across the crowd. “We are entering a world that has been changed by those that came before us. A world where humans are more than just…a means to an end. A world my parents died trying to make, and that my family continued to fight for—all while protecting us from those who opposed it. We are the next generation, and we have the ability to further that change, and make the world even better for those that come after. To learn from those that came before us. We will fall, and we will rise again. And we might fall a lot. But to change the world, and to help others…sometimes we’ll have to step back and take care of ourselves first.” He smiled a little to himself. “We help when we’re healthy, we rest if we’re sick, but if there’s a fire—we jump in and help as much as we can. And that doesn’t mean we get ourselves killed, Jeremy.”

His class started laughing and heckling Jeremy.

Not that your family wasn’t laughing, you all were familiar with Jeremy and the kid sometimes lacked common sense in a comical, life-threatening sort of way.

“I’ve had everything and nothing in my life,” Jihun continued after they calmed down. “I don’t know what’s next, but we’re going into this world with everything this school and our parents could provide us. Not everyone is that lucky. I want us all to leave here, and do at least one good thing. Just one. I know I can never surpass the things my adoptive family have done, I can never hope to be half as good as they are, but they make me want to try. To try and honor my deceased family. To set a good example for my younger siblings. To take care of myself and others. To gather up the shattered pieces and put them together again, just like my Mom did for me and my siblings, and my Uncles. That, which is far easier said than done, is my impossible dream that I hope to work toward everyday with my family to guide and support me. That is the one thing that I learned here, that I will never forget.”

You stood there, breathless as the audience clapped for him. Your little cub, all grown up.

Cheolmin was on the ground again, and he tugged on your sleeve. “Mommy, he’s adopted?”

Heiran started laughing, but she was crying as well. She tugged the 9-year-old into a hug. “We’ll explain later, Cheol.”

You ran a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Jihun slipped in, taller than you now, taller than Yoongi. A young man, only shadows of that seven-year-old cub you first met evident in the way he looked at you.

You squeezed his hand, knowing he was out of words. Knowing exactly what he was saying.

Yerin practically ran into his leg, hugging it with her ginger tail lashing playfully, looking up at him with a grin. “You talk pretty.”

Jihun started laughing, scooping her up easily since she was tiny (even smaller than Soyoung) and he definitely had the musculature befitting a white tiger. “Thanks, Yerin. You’re always pretty. So is Soyoung, and Misuk, and Heirannie,” He added quickly when her mouth opened, then he rubbed his nose against hers. “And Mom.”

She giggled and kept hugging his neck.

Soyoung was falling asleep on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Let’s get home,” Yoongi said.

Sitting at home later with your cubs and kittens, and the six men who had unknowingly changed the course of every life in that house, watching home videos that ranged from when Jihun was just a newborn cub, to a couple of years ago, you figured that even though it might not be the same as before, the shattered pieces of all of your lives had come together to create something new and even more beautiful.

And (unless you could bring their parents back, without losing your life with Yoongi, and your cubs and kits) you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

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Jimin woke with a start, checking on his precious mate before rushing down the hall to check on all of his cubs, then Yoongi and Seokjin—who had just moved in that day. The other guys would be moving in later that week.

He shook himself and got a glass of water, taking it back upstairs.

She was awake, and she looked at him sleepily. “You okay?”

“Bad dream. Weird dream. We died.”

She hummed shifting and sitting up. “Just us? Or the cubs—”

“Cubs were fine, the guys took care of them. They had help, but…everything worked out.” He set the glass down and crawled back into the bed with her.

She was humming a song now, stroking his cheek. “Oh?”

He nodded. “That meeting. I think it’s a good thing we didn’t go to it.”

She smiled. “Who helped them?”

“She was a teacher. Cat hybrid. Her and Yoongi ended up becoming mates.”

She nodded. “Well, maybe we should finally do as we’ve been discussing and get Jihun a tutor?”

Jimin nodded. “I’m starting to struggle.”

“Then we’ll look into it in the morning, and increase security otherwise?” She asked, sounding only a little uncertain.

He chuffed lovingly at her. “You’re so perfect.”

She just grinned at him, perfectly irresistable.

“Eomma?” Jihun whispered softly from the doorway.

She sat up again. “Jihun? Everything okay?”

He ran in and climbed onto the bed, snuggling between Jimin and her. He sighed in relief. “I had nightmares again.”

Jimin pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re safe, kiddo. I’m not letting any of you go.”

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downpour;

“some day, the cold rain will become warm tears and fall down. it’s alright, it’s just a passing downpour.” with @yhheiran​

tw: mentions of sickness and hospitals

april 2020

the spring semester was in full term yet lia skipped a half day of classes just to go to a hospital in the countryside.  it was with the hopes that her father won’t find out about this simple check up. ong jungnam tends to go overboard when it comes to her health and to be honest, lia understood why. it was not easy for her adoptive parents to take in a sick child but they still did. they fed her, clothed her, and most importantly they fought for her life. but lia’s 22 now, there are some decisions she wanted to make for herself and when it came to her health, she wanted to take the reins. 

it was just supposed to be just another check up yet as she sat on the train back to seoul, she found herself staring into the space. shocked would be an understatement to what lia felt at that moment. her heart was pounding inside her chest and she doesn’t know if it was because of the panic attack she suffered while inside the hospital or because of the news she had received. 

three words. 

three words was all it took for her life to drastically change course. “it’s a relapse, ms. ong.” after that, it was all a blur. lia just let her foot take her to wherever it wanted to. she found herself in skyline park and plopped on a random bench. she looked around the picturesque park and the flowing river. it was a beautiful sight and no one could tell what turmoil was building inside her. “from this day on, everything will change, lia. but the sun will still be shining, the river will still be flowing, and the birds will still be chirping. it will be okay,” lia concluded, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. she willed herself not to break down and keep the positive disposition she had. after all, it was all that she had. 

lia’s thoughts were interrupted when a shadow casted over her. she slowly opened her brown eyes and saw heiran standing in front of her. “heiran, hi!” she greeted, forcing a smile on her face. lia patted the space next to her so younger girl could make herself more comfortable. maybe talking to a friend would take her mind off of the storm. “what’s up? how have you been? i hope everything’s going well with your classes.”

[btsstan4life]

Perfection

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Yoongi x reader

Warnings: Bisexual reader (nothing is wrong with this at all and I hope the requester for this can find confidence and love no matter what, however I’m putting it as a warning for those that don’t wish to read it. If that’s you, then please scroll on and don’t spread any hate!)

Word Count: 1,463

Summary: Growing up with a strict and judgmental family has made you scared to tell them that you’re bisexual, and on top of all that, you’re also scared of losing your boyfriend due to it. But when your friend comes out as bisexual, it gives you the confidence to admit the truth. 

“And this is my beautiful daughter (Y/N). (Y/N) come here.” you heard your mother’s voice call from across the room. You turned to her and sighed before walking across the room hand in hand with your boyfriend.

You were both currently at a graduation party for a long time friend, Lee Soomi, who had graduated college, and you couldn’t feel more suffocated. You two had always known each other, as your parents were best friends, but the way your mother talked about her accomplishments made you feel horrible. Although, her accomplishments meant nothing when she walked into the party with her girlfriend.

That’s right. Your parents were snobs. Overall, they were nice people who never had a problem with anyone and kept to themselves, but that wasn’t how they were when it came to love. To put it plainly, they were one of the most homophobic people you knew. So when Soomi told her parents that she was bisexual and that she was currently dating a girl named Kang Heiran, my mother took it as her opportunity to show off that her own daughter was not bisexual and dating a respectable man named Min Yoongi.

“(Y/N) here is a good friend of Soomi. And this is her boyfriend Min Yoongi.” your mother smiled as she introduced you both to some people you didn’t recognize from her work. You smiled and politely bowed to the ladies and watched as Yoongi followed your movements.

“Ah what a cute young couple. It looks as though at least someone can expect grandchildren from their only child.” A woman laughed, patting your mother on the shoulder as she giggled. You felt infuriated at their jokes, and deciding that it wasn’t worth your time to follow their hateful conversation, you tugged in Yoongi’s hand and excused yourself from the group. Once you were outside and away from the gossiping group, you felt Yoongi pull you back against him.

“Hey now princess. What has you more fiery than a dragon hmm?” Yoongi questioned, looking into your eyes with a soft smile. You pouted and leaned your head into his chest, avoiding eye contact.

Growing up with Soomi had made the two of you very close, and like any other group of girl friends, you had been able to tell each other everything. Before she had come out to her family, Soomi had told you that she was bi, and you had been the one to convince her that her parents would be okay with the truth and love her and her girlfriend unconditionally. Now, here you were, in the same shoes and yet hiding the truth from your parents and boyfriend alike.

“I just can’t stand the things they were saying about Soomi. She’s a great girl and being bi and having a girlfriend doesn’t define that!” You argued with no one, knowing that you were getting angry at Yoongi for no reason. You sighed and looked up to meet his eyes as he rubbed your arm comfortingly. “I just don’t see why it has to be a bad thing. She’s happy…”

“I agree. I don’t think it changes her one bit and I’m glad she has a devoted friend to defend her and comfort her.” Yoongi assured you. You smiled. Gaining a bit of confidence to tell him the truth just as Soomi had told her family.

“Actually, Yoongi… I-”

“(Y/N)! There you are!” you heard Soomi call to you from the other side of the yard and lightly jog to your side, Heiran by her side. You smiled and hugged her while Yoongi smiled and waved, having met her multiple times.

“How are you doing?” you asked Soomi, noticing her somber attitude.

“Oh me? Other than the constant comments on how I’m never going to bring happiness to my family and how I’m not fulfilling a woman’s duty, I’m doing great!” Soomi cheered sarcastically. You frowned and hugged her comfortingly as her girlfriend took her hand.

“Try not to mind then Soomi. You know it’s just them freaking out. I mean your parents were alright with it…” you offered, hoping to cheer her up. She nodded softly and leaned on Heiran.

“Yeah my parents did take it well and I am happy. I just wish their friends would be supportive or leave. I mean… no offense, but  I think your parents are the worst ones.” Soomi stated.

“I know and I’m sorry. I wish I could talk to them and get them to understand rather than just be afraid and skeptical about it all…” you contemplated. Soomi laughed and shook her head.

“Soomi, I know it’s not quite my place to give you a whole lot of advice as I’ve not been in your situation, but if it was me I would just show them that they’re wrong. Show them your happiness, show them how well you can do, and prove to them that it’s nothing wrong to live your life and be happy. Don’t let the negativity drag you down, but rather try and use it to find a way to build yourself up.” Yoongi explained.

You looked at Yoongi, smiled softly at his kind words as he looked to Soomi and Heiran. They both nodded and locked their fingers together.

“Thank you Yoongi, we’ll try that. Enjoy the rest of the party, and be sure to get some of the free food!” Soomi laughed, skipping to he waiting parents with her girlfriend.

You giggled watching your friend skip across the lawn before looking back to Yoongi, who was already looking at you. You blushed under his gaze and gently reached to grab his hand, pulling him away from the main part of the yard and around to the corner where Mrs. Lee had her small vegetable garden.

You sat down in the grass and gently patted the ground beside you as Yoongi also took a seat. At this point he knew that you wanted to talk to him alone and he was more than willing to sit and listen to anything you had to tell him.

“What’s going on in your mind princess?” Yoongi whispered, knowing you would hear him.

But you were deep in thought on your own. You knew now that Yoongi would more than likely be supportive if you told him the truth, and that gave you more confidence, yet for some reason you were still frozen in fear. Maybe it was knowing that no matter what your parents would fail to support you, or maybe it’s the fact that you were scared that even if he supported you he wouldn’t stay with you, and losing Yoongi would kill you inside.

“(Y/N). You know you can tell me anything? And you know I love you right?” Yoongi said, moving his hand to your face to lightly trace your cheek before turning your head to face him. You nodded and took in a breath, looking into his eyes.

“I’m scared Yoongi… I’m scared of what will happen and what you’re going to think…” you rambled, playing with your nails. He laughed lightly and gently wrapped your hands in his, moving to sit behind you as he rested his chin on your shoulder. His legs stretched out on your sides and you leaned back into his hold.

“Don’t be scared.” He comforted. You looked down to his hands and smiled.

“Yoongi… what would you say if I told you I was the same as Soomi? That I was bisexual?” You whispered. You felt your boyfriend move behind you, releasing your hands to lean back and support himself.

“Bisexual hmm? Well… what does that have to do with anything?” Yoongi asked, noticing as you turned to look over your shoulder at him. “You’re still my girlfriend, and I don't care about that kind of stuff. If you’re happy then I’m happy, and if you’re interested in men and women, then that just means I’ll have to work harder to ensure that I’m the only one to keep your attention.”

You smiled back to him and turned to face him. “So… do you think we should tell my parents, or will it kill their pride?”

“Oh we should totally tell them. I’d like to have all their boasting and shaming thrown back into their face. Besides, you’re their daughter and you’re perfect, so if they can’t love you then I’ll be sure to love you enough in their place.” He smiled, standing and offering his hand. You took it and he pulled you to your feet.

“Alright princess, let’s go ruin your parents night and then go prance around with Soomi and Heiran just to piss them off more!” he cheered, causing you to laugh as you followed him to tell your parents.

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So here’s my new lovely requested story! I hope the person who requested this is happy with the result and I hope I didn’t somehow offend anyone with it because if I did please let me know! I was trying to get this out before the month ended and pride month was over so I hope this is good! Anyway I hope everyone is happy and has a good day and I’m sorry that I’m slow because having a job and being an adult sucks! Love you all!💜

[writersrealmbts]

Tails and Tears: Part 2

Description: Your life with Jimin is just about perfect. Your two little cubs are growing strong and keeping your life interesting, you just hope you can continue to keep them from being discovered by those who are less than thrilled with you and Jimin. Endangered Species Sequel.

Warnings: As ever, tell me if I need to put warnings in

Posted: 12/06/2018

Tags: Jimin X reader, Hybrid AU, Hybrid!Jimin, Hybrid!BTS

Fluff and Angst: 1,426 words

A/N: Part 2! Woohoo!

“Eomma?” The soft hiss came from right beside you. You shook your head slightly, forcing your eyes open when you heard your baby’s voice. “Honey?” He gently nudged your cheek with his nose, then kissed it. “I’m scared, eomma.” You blinked a couple times, trying to reach up and stroke his hair, but something was holding you down by your wrists and ankles. You fought the panic that rose in you, this was all too familiar. Jihun sniffled. You quickly kissed his nose, then glanced around. Sterile room. You’d been in so many of these before Jimin. Now your baby was in one. Was Heiran here? “Jihun, is it just us in here, baby?” He nodded. His pupils were huge with terror. “They didn’t see sissy,” He whispered quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear. He seemed to understand that it wasn’t safe to speak at a normal volume. You relaxed slightly. “Okay, baby. I want you to stay beside me. People are going to come in, I want you to stay quiet. They might get close, I’ll talk to them. You just stay close. Okay?” “Yes, eomma.” His tail curled across your torso and he stayed curled up between your body and your arm. “Is appa okay, eomma?” “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably coming to get us right now,” You told him in a soothing tone. “Your appa loves us both so much. Him and your uncles will be here before you know it.” He gave a scared little purr, rubbing his face into your shoulder. Then the sound of an automatic door opening caused both of you to inhale sharply. “Good, you’re awake. Now, it’s been a while since we saw you, y/n. How are you?” You forced yourself not to react to the sleazy voice and the inferred meaning of the man’s words. “I’ll be fine as soon as you release me.” “Oh, now we can’t let you leave. Too many things to check up on. And look at this little one—” You glared at the man and he chuckled, holding up his gloved hands. “I’ve sanitized everything. I know how susceptible white bengal tiger cubs are. Can’t be introduced into society until they’re ten years old because their immune systems develop more slowly, yes? I have no wish to harm your cub.” You didn’t stop glaring at him. “Touch him and I’ll make your life a living nightmare.” The man seemed to take you seriously. “Duly noted.” He started at your feet, examining you. Jihun tucked his head into your neck, a high-pitched mewl in his throat. You kept quiet, watching the man carefully. You recognized him. Vaguely. One of the doctors from forever ago. Then you started counting, something you only did when you were stressed or scared. You counted the seconds as he assessed your bodily health from your feet to your head. “Well, your body is healthy. Joints seem good, skin is healthy and has good color.” He checked your eyes. “Yes, you’re doing well. You have a couple scrapes that we treated while you were unconscious. Your cub has a couple. I release your hands and either I can treat them with the proper equipment or…” You frowned slightly. “I’m watching. One wrong move…” He nodded, chuckling again, then he adjusted the platform you were on so you were sitting and then hit a button. Your wrists were released and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jihun, then you checked him over while he let out the scared tears he’d been holding the whole time. “Eomma!” He wailed softly, big crocodile tears soaking into your shirt. “Oh, I know, baby. It’s okay, love. You must have been so scared, my brave little cub.” You pressed kisses to his cheeks, then tucked him to your chest and neck. “He’s going to treat your cut, baby.” He nodded slightly, still sobbing into your neck. The man carefully treated the couple cuts Jihun had, bandaging them and then quickly backing away. “Someone will be by in a while.” The door opened and closed behind him. Jihun pulled away. “I want to leave, eomma. Let’s leave.” You smoothed his jet-black hair and the fur on his ears. “I know baby. We can’t leave yet, baby. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” You nuzzled his little neck, knowing that rubbing his scent gland would help him calm down and relax. A little while later he quieted down, hiccuping softly. “Why’d they take us, eomma?” “Because we’re not like other people, baby. We’re special. But it’s going to be okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Ji-honey.” He sniffled but also giggled slightly at his nick-name. “I love you, eomma.” “I love you too, baby,” You playfully bit his ear and then kissed all over his cheeks until he was hiccuping purrs. It’d been a while, almost twenty minutes. “Eomma?” He whispered. You rubbed his head. “It’s okay baby, I’m just…I’m counting. I’m just seeing how long it’s been.” Old habits die hard. You placed a kiss on his hairline. He was basically the carbon copy of Jimin. You’d seen the pictures of him as a cub and the resemblance was striking. It was calming and terrifying at the same time because while it reminded you of the calming presence of Jimin, you knew this was your baby and he was in danger and you had to get him out. The door opened and you tightened your grip on Jihun. Twenty four minutes, seventeen seconds. “If you don’t cooperate, we will not hesitate to use your cub,” One of the hybrids with a gun said. You glared at her, then got up as they undid your ankles. You kept a firm hold on Jihun. They tried to get close and Jihun growled slightly as you pulled away from them. “Keep your distance. She knows that germs are just as dangerous, if not more dangerous than these weapons to her cub.” The doctor from before chuckled. “She just needs to know that we have someone with a cold at every exit.” Jihun growled more loudly, glaring at them as well. You ran your hand over his tail and tucked it into your arm. “Lead the way,” You said bitterly. What was a small fever for a normal kitten almost killed Jihun when he was two. You weren’t about to risk your baby. They led you down a white hallway, past white rooms. You counted seconds and steps, timing your steps with so that you could keep track of how long you all walked. Jihun hissed every time one of them got close, moving into aggressive fear, reading how you were off. You were led into a room with a table and chairs. “Sit,” The hybrid behind the table said, not even standing to receive you. You did, holding tightly to Jihun, and pushing your chair a distance from the table. She opened and set a folder in front of you. “You are a human. Basic fact. These are other humans. We want you to have children with them to—” “No. The only children I’m having are the ones I’ll have with Jimin. I don’t care who you are or what you say. Putting me in a room with human males will just decrease the human population even further.” You played gently with Jihun’s tail to keep him quiet. Were you really doing this? “You act as if you have a choice,” She replied dryly. “You act as if you can make me do anything. I’m not some slave, despite being treated like one most of my life. I won’t jump when you say jump, I won’t ask how high. I’ll fight. Someone will end up hurt, and if you’re truly concerned about the human population, that’s probably one of the things you want to avoid, now isn’t it?” You kept your voice light, knowing Jihun wasn’t paying attention from the way he chewed on your hair. Her eyes narrowed at you. “Are you threatening your own kind? I thought you were advocating for human protection and rights.” “I am. You’re the one violating the things I’m fighting for. You aren’t trying to help humans, you’re trying to secure a future for hybrids,” You replied, shrugging. “Well, maybe you all should have thought about that before killing so many humans.” She hopped over the desk and slapped you so hard your vision went fuzzy. “Would you like to be next, then?”

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