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In The Dark Of The Night

MATURE 18+ CONTENT

READ WARNINGS AND PROTECT YOUR PEACE!

WARNINGS: Murder, violence, gory descriptions, angst, fear, bodily injury, stalking, hostage situation, death. I think that's it but if I missed anything PLEASE tell me!

Rooster x reader

Summary: Life is good, until all the men you've been on dates with recently come up murdered and you're the last person to see them alive.

Word Count: 6.1k

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“Another date?” Hangman asked as he sunk the nine ball into the corner pocket. “Yeah.” I said as I leaned on the pool table next to him. “Isn’t this like the sixth one this week?” He asked and I smacked his arm. “It’s the third this month.” I said and he chuckled. “I just hope this guy realizes what a catch he has.” He flirted and I couldn’t keep the blush from creeping up my cheeks. “Well, he seems to. He’s really sweet.” I said and he nodded. “Well, as long as you’re happy.” He said and I nodded. “We’ll see.” I said. “Who knows, he may turn out to be a creep.” I said as I pushed off the pool table. “He won’t be if he knows what’s good for him.” I turned to find Rooster coming back from the bar. “Well aren’t you sweet Rooster.” I said and he chuckled, pulling me into a side hug. “Only for you.” He said and I laughed. “Well, five a.m. comes early. So I'm headed home.” I told them. “We’ll see you later.” Coyote said and I waved as Hangman took his last shot. “Bye.” He said and waved. “Bye.” I turned to Rooster who was smiling down at me. “Let me know when you get home?” He asked and I nodded. “I will.” I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Bye Rooster.” I said before walking out.

The next evening was my date and I had a blast. My back was pressed against my front door while my date, Mark held me against him. His lips were on mine as my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I moaned as one hand drifted down towards my ass, grabbing a handful and pulling my pelvis flush against his. “Alright now.” I said as I pulled away. “Sorry. I got a little carried away.” He said, a blush on his cheeks. “It’s okay.” I told him. “Look, I had an amazing time tonight, and I’d love it if you'd let me take you out again.” I nodded. “I’d like that, Mark.” He smiled at me. “Awesome. There’s this farmers market on Sundays downtown, would you want to go?” He asked and I nodded. “I’d love to.” I said. “Goodnight, beautiful.” He said as he kissed my cheek. “Goodnight.” With that I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. I squealed as I made my way to my room. That was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on! I thought as I fell onto my bed. Suddenly my phone rang and I looked to see Phoenix calling. “Oh my god.” I answered. “That good?” She asked and I nodded, putting the phone on speaker and unzipping my dress. “So good! He even asked me on another date for Sunday!” I said and she sighed. “Let’s just hope he keeps his word unlike the other two. Still haven’t heard from either of them?” I shook my head. “No, and I’m not worried about them. They’re dicks for standing me up!” I said and she hummed. “And on the second date. Like, if they didn’t wanna go out, they shouldn’t have asked.” She said and I nodded. “Right! But who cares about them? I am perfectly happy to go on another date with Mark!” I squealed.

Phoenix and I talked for about an hour that night. By the time Sunday came around I was practically vibrating with excitement, until he completely stopped replying to me. I was dressed and ready to go, deciding to call him one last time and it went straight to voicemail. So I called Phoenix. “Are you busy?” I asked as tears filled my eyes. “The team and I were about to meet at the beach for dog fight football. Are you not on your date?” She asked. “He ghosted me, Phoenix.” I said and it went quiet. “I’m over it. Meet us at the beach. You are going to have a good day! Forget this fucker!” I sighed. “Okay.” I replied. “Meet us behind The Hard Deck in half an hour.” I nodded. “Thank you, Phoenix.” With that I got ready and headed down to the beach. I saw everyone setting up and Jake pulling out a football. “There she is!” He called when he saw me walking towards them. I gave them a small smile as Rooster stepped towards me, gently taking my bag. “Hey, Phoenix told us what happened.” He said and I nodded. “You don’t deserve that.” His hand came up, resting on my cheek and I smiled at him. “Thank you, Rooster.” I said, taking his hand from my face and squeezing it. “Come on!” Jake called, rushing over and taking my hand. “You’re just in time for a game.” He said and I smiled, following him.

I decided to take a break from dating for a while. It was depressing to get stood up so many times, so I decided a break would be nice. I went out with friends, focused on work, and most importantly made time for myself. Jake made it a point to spend time with me, making sure I never got too lonely. We were walking along the beach behind The Hard Deck when he turned to me. “So, I know you’ve been taking a break from dating.” He said and I hummed and nodded. “But I was wondering…” His fingers intertwined with mine and he squeezed my hand. “If you would go on a date with me?” I was shocked. “Oh, Jake. I-” “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” He said and I stopped him as he tried to let my hand go. “No, I just… I didn’t think you felt that way about me.” I said and he smiled at me, taking a step closer, invading my space. “How could I not?” He asked, looking down at me. “I didn’t say anything because you were going on all these dates and for the most part you seemed happy. I didn’t want to ruin that or our friendship.” He said and I smiled up at him. “So… would you go on a date with me?” He asked and I nodded, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’d love to.”

We went back inside and he immediately went to the bar while I joined our friends. "You guys were out there for a while." Bradley said as I stood next to him at the pool table. "Yeah." It was a quiet answer and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. "What's that look about?" He asked as he smiled down at me. "He asked me on a date." I said as I dragged my finger along the pool table. "And what did you say?" He asked. "I said yes. At least Hangman will be honest with me if he doesn't want to go out after the first date. It'll be pretty hard for him to ghost me." I said and chuckled. "Yeah, pretty hard." Bradley said as Jake handed me a drink. As soon as Jake’s arm went around my waist Bradley walked off. "What's up with him?" Jake asked and I shrugged. "I don't know. I just told him we were going on a date and he got quiet." I said and Jake chuckled. "Bet he has the hots for you." He said as he looked down at me and wiggled his brows. I shrugged before Jake took my hand and pulled me towards the dart board. "Maybe."

A casual date? No dress? Where the hell is this man taking me? I thought as I slid on some bell bottom jeans. Just as I finished pulling on my shirt my doorbell rang "Shit!" I cursed. I grabbed the large knitted sweater off my bed before rushing downstairs. I slipped it on before swinging the door open. "Hi" I said as I took in the sight of him. Dark jeans and a white button up with his nice boots. "You look beautiful." His eyes met mine as I blushed. "Thank you. Are those for me?" I asked motioning towards the bouquet of roses in his hands. "Oh." He handed them to me. "Wanna come in for a minute?" He simply smiled and nodded. He came in as I walked into my kitchen to find a vase. “So, what are the plans tonight? Seeing as I wasn’t allowed to wear a dress.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me as I ran towards the entrance. Jake took me to all the booths trying to win me something and we had no luck until we came up to the booth that had balloons pinned up and darts to throw at them. His fingers were intertwined with mine as my free hand was wrapped around his bicep as we walked. We almost passed the booth when I stopped him. “What?” He asked and I pointed. “You’re the master at darts.” He smirked and nodded before pulling us into the line. “Which one do you want, darlin’?” He leaned down, whispering in my ear. I grinned and looked up at him. “I want that Koala.” I said as I pointed to the gray stuffed animal. “It’s yours.” He said. “Step right up!” The attendee yelled. “One round, please.” Jake said and the guy nodded, handing him three darts. “You pop three balloons and you get a prize of your choice.” Jake nodded and grabbed the first dart before immediately tossing it and popping the balloon. “No cheating mister.” I said as I put my hand in front of his eyes. He tossed the second dart and it was dead on, popping a second balloon. People had started to gather around us, watching him. “Alright then.” I said and stood in front of him, a smirk on my face. “Eyes on me.” I said and he smirked. He lined up the dart, his eyes on mine before he surprised me. He swooped down and kissed me gently before tossing the dart. I was so surprised that I missed the sound of the balloon popping behind me. The crowd cheered and he pulled away.

“Come on, let’s get on the ferris wheel.” He said, pulling me towards it when I stopped him. “Oh, Jake, no.” I said and he looked at me confused. “Why?” He asked, turning to me and taking me into his arms. My eyes flashed to the top and when I looked back at him, he was grinning at me. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’d never let you fall.” That was all it took to ease my anxiety. I clutched the stuffed koala for dear life as Jake had his arm over my shoulder. Once we were in the chair, Jake pulled me close and pressed his lips to my temple. “I didn’t know you were afraid of heights.” He said. I nodded and took some deep breaths. “I have been since I was a kid.” I said and he chuckled. “So I guess taking you up in a plane is a no go.” He said. “I love flying.” I said as I turned to him and he raised a brow. “It’s just being up high, like this, that bothers me.” I said and he chuckled, and kissed my cheek. “I got you.” He said. By the end of the night, Jake dropped me off at my house and walked me up to my door. “I had an amazing time.” I told him. “Me too.” We stared at each other for a minute before I reached up. My hand rested on his neck and I pulled him into a kiss. His hands rested on my waist as the stuffed koala was squished between us. My fingers worked their way up into his hair and his fingers pressed into my waist as he turned us and pushed my back into my door. “Fuck.” He muttered, pulling away. “What?” I asked, worried I did something wrong. “I just… I just don’t wanna fuck this up.” He said. “You won’t.” I said, hands coming up to his face. “No, I will. I just, I wanna take this slow. I don’t want to mess this up and lose you.” He said as he cradled my face this time. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” I agreed and he smiled before he kissed me again. “Let me take you out again on Sunday?” I immediately nodded. “I’m borrowing Mav’s plane on Sunday and I thought we could fly up to San Francisco for dinner?” My eyes widened and I smiled at him. “Really?” I asked excitedly and he chuckled. “Yeah.” I tossed my arms around his shoulder again and kissed him. “I’d love to!” I replied. “Good, I’ll be here at eleven to pick you up and then we’ll head out to Mav’s hangar.”

I could hardly sleep on Saturday night. So excited for Sunday. I was up early and even got ready early that morning. I slipped on a lilac colored skater dress and some white wedges before I sat on my couch to wait. Soon eleven came and nothing, then eleven-thirty, then twelve-thirty before I knew it, it was three o’clock and I was pissed. I quickly dialed Natasha’s number and paced behind my couch. “How was the flight?” She asked. “It didn’t happen.” I said and she gasped. “Why?” He asked. “He never showed up! He ghosted me just like everyone else!” I said. “That doesn’t sound like Jake.” She said and I nodded. “No, it doesn’t. So you know what. I’m done with these fucking games. I’m going over there and I’m confronting his ass.” I snapped. I grabbed my purse and stormed out of the house. “Let me know what happens?” She asked and I nodded. “I will.” With that I hung up and drove off to Jake’s house. Once there I got out and stormed up his front porch. “Jake!” I called out, knocking harshly on the door. After a few beats there was nothing so I knocked again. “Jake!” Once again, nothing. I reached for the door handle, expecting it to be locked, but I was surprised when it wasn’t. I decided to let myself in and was immediately hit with a putrid smell, making me gag. I covered my nose and walked farther in.

Jake never struck me as gross or even messy. But this smell had to be something dead. I walked upstairs, searching for him and came up with nothing. I headed back downstairs and turned towards the kitchen but I stopped when I saw something on the floor. It was a droplet of something and when I rounded the corner there were splatters everywhere. I flipped on the light and saw it. Red, dried blood. I gasped. It looked like a murder scene. My heart raced in my chest, thudding in my ears. I could feel my blood pumping in my neck and I felt nauseous. I stepped farther into the kitchen, cautious of what I might find. It was everywhere. On the walls, the island, the fridge, the stove. I dragged my eyes around the room until I caught sight of Jake’s boot covered foot. “Jake?!” As I rounded the corner I stopped and rammed myself back into the counter. A scream escaped me as I looked down at his dead body. His abdomen was slashed open laterally, entrails pulled across the floor. His eyes were cold and dead as he stared up at the ceiling. His normally perfect hair was all messed up and he would hate it. I stared for who knows how long before sprinting out of the house.

I called nine one one and managed to tell the operator what happened through my gasps and cries. Once I was off the phone with him, I called Natasha. “Hey, did you-” “He’s dead.” I spat out as I cried. “Wh-what?” She asked. “Nat, it’s awful. There-there’s blood everywhere and his body-” I gasped out, trying to catch my breath. “His body-” “I’m on my way.” She said and hung up. I stood on the front porch before suddenly an officer arrived, then another, and another then paramedics. I was getting question after question when a bright blue Bronco pulled up. Nat jumped out but Bradley beat her over to me. I tossed my arms around him, squeezing him as his arms wrapped around me. “I got you.” He muttered into my hair. “Oh god.” I cried. After a minute he let me go and I turned to Nat who just stared at the house. “Nat?” I asked and she looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Can we see him?” She asked and I shook my head. “No. You don’t want to.” The words escaped me just as the coroner's van pulled up, causing Nat and I to both break out into sobs. We held each other, and Bradley held us as they rolled his body out of the house. Suddenly I heard my name called and I turned to find a detective. “May we speak with you?” I nodded and they stepped closer. “I’m Detective Booth and this is Detective Lane. Where were you before you found Mr.Seresin’s body?” Booth asked and I furrowed my brows. “I was at my house, waiting for him. We had a date today.” I said and they nodded, writing it down. “And where have you been the last two days?” He asked. “After our date Friday night I went to bed and I was home all day yesterday.” Detective Lane nodded. “And what were you doing at your house yesterday?” He asked. “Um, cleaning. Can I ask why I’m getting the third degree?” I asked and they both sighed. “Do you know Justin Wade, Riley Hammil, and Mark Thompson?” They asked and I nodded. “I went on dates with all of them.” Detective Booth nodded, writing something down. “Was there ever any arguments or disagreements with these men? Any hostility?” I shook my head at Detective Lane’s question. “Are you saying they did something?” Bradley asked, coming to stand next to me. “No, we’re here to ask if she did something.” I raised my brows in surprise. “Me?” They both nodded. “Are you aware that you are the last person to see these men alive?”

“Y-you mean they’re dead?” I asked and they nodded. “All three of their bodies were found three days ago, tossed in the river down by North Island Air Base.” I started shaking. “They had multiple stab wounds and were dead before their assailant was finished with them.” I looked at Bradley who looked at me wide eyed. “I-I didn’t do anything to them. I never would be able to get the upper hand on them.” They were all tall and well built men. If I tried to kill them they easily could’ve stopped me. “Unless you seduced them and in a haze of lust you stabbed them.” Detective Booth said. “Excuse you?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. “Men become slow to react when it comes to sex. You could’ve gotten a few swings in before they could react.” My mouth opened and closed a few times, not sure what to say other than, ‘I didn’t do it.’ “Now, wait a minute. I know her very well. She’d never kill anyone.” Nat defended. “You think you know her.” Detective Lane said. “We ask that you come to the station with us for questioning.” Detective Booth said. If I said no it’d make me look guilty, so I just nodded. “Take my car back home?” I asked and Bradley nodded. “It’s evidence. It’ll have to stay here.” I sighed and looked back at my friends. “Nevermind.”

I cried through most of the questioning. Terrified that somehow they’d pin me for murder when in reality I just thought they ghosted me. When they let me out, I was surprised to find Bradley there, waiting for me. I immediately rushed over to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Hold me?” I asked and he immediately squeezed me to him. “You’re okay.” He said. He held me for a few minutes before he led me out to the bronco. “You want to go home?” He asked and I nodded. I just wanted a shower and to go to bed. Bradley took me home, kindly staying with me while I showered as I was scared to be alone, but he did have to leave eventually, even if I had to push him out the door. He was hell bent on staying but I couldn’t inconvenience him and I didn’t want to grow dependent on him. The following Tuesday I went to talk to a lawyer. “All they have on you is that you’re the last one to see these four men alive.” He said and I nodded. “There is no DNA, no evidence of any kind that you killed them. But that doesn’t mean that they won’t try their hardest to pin it on you.” A sob escaped me at his words. “Could they really?” I asked and he nodded. “Chances of that are slim, but it’s not impossible.” He said. Soon we wrapped up our meeting and I immediately rushed out of the office and drove off towards the one person who could offer me comfort right now.

I parked next to the bronco and got out. Before I could even make it up onto the porch, the door swung open and I immediately attached myself to Bradley. “Woah, what happened?” He asked, immediately wrapping his arms around me. “They think I did it!” I cried as I buried my face into his chest. “What?” I could hear the shock in his voice as he ran a hand through my hair. “They’re going to try to pin me for the murders! I didn’t do it, Bradley! I swear I didn’t!” I pulled away and looked up at him. “Hey,” He said, taking my face in his hands. “I know you didn’t. You would never.” He opened the door wider and rushed me inside. “You want some coffee or something?” He asked and I nodded. “Coffee would be great.” I said. He smiled down at me before gently taking my hand and leading me into his kitchen. We sat in silence as he brewed the coffee and I sat on a barstool and waited. Once it was done he made it exactly the way I like it before sitting next to me. “Okay.” He said as I took a sip. “Tell me what happened.” So I did. I told him all about the questioning and the talk with my lawyer. “Bradley, I could spend life in prison if I can’t prove my innocence.” I cried and suddenly he stood, sweeping me up into his arms and sitting on the couch with me, holding me close. “Look at me.” He demanded, so I did. “I will do whatever it takes to prove your innocence. You won’t go to prison, I won’t let that happen.” I stared into those brown eyes for a minute before burying my face in his chest, crying myself to exhaustion.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. I vaguely remembered the room I was in. It was the spare bedroom Bradley had down in his basement. Bradley had hosted a few parties where I had too much to drink and I liked sleeping down here because the bathroom was close and if I puked then I wouldn’t disturb people with my retching. I sat up, flicking on the lamp and tossing the blanket off of me and stretching. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was eight-thirty. I must’ve been really tired. I stood up from the bed and heard metal rattling. I furrowed my brows, looking around before I looked down. My eyes widened at the metal cuff on my ankle. I sat back down, pulling my leg up onto the bed and pulling on it. I tried messing with the lock but it wouldn’t budge. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood, walking over to the basement stairs. “Bradley!” I yelled and not even two seconds later the door swung open. “Hang on, I’m coming. You woke up just in time, I made dinner.” I could smell Mrs. Bradshaw’s chicken noodle soup from here. Bradley always made some and dropped it off when I was sick. “Bradley, what-what happened?” I asked and he furrowed his brows before I shook my ankle. His eyebrows shot up. “Oh! That’s so you won’t leave.” He said as if it was the most normal statement in the world. “So I won’t leave? Bradley I have to leave at some point. I have to work, I have to take care of my house.” I said and he looked to me confused as he set the tray of food on the coffee table.

“Why would you want to leave?” He asked, taking a step closer. “I’m going to take care of you, baby. You can’t leave. Not now.” His hands gently cradled my face and fear grew in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t the sweet and kind Bradley I knew, this one is crazy. “Bradley. I want to go home.” I said, tears gathering in my eyes. “You are home.” “No I'm not!” “YES YOU ARE!” He yelled at me and I jumped back in surprise. He saw my reaction and took a deep breath before letting it out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He said before smiling at me. “Come on, why don’t you eat?” He asked, leading me to the couch that sat before the bed. “Sit down and I’ll be right back to join you.” He said before handing me the remote and disappearing upstairs. I stared at the remote in my hand before my eyes drifted off to the soup. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. Soon Bradley came back downstairs and sat next to me. “Here.” He said, taking the remote. He turned on Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. “I know it’s your favorite. Come on, eat.” He said, grabbing the bowl and holding it out to me. “I-I’m not hungry.” I said as I took the bowl from his hand. “Baby.” His tone was dark, scary even as I looked at him. “Eat your dinner.” He said, gripping my wrist and squeezing. Fear washed over me and I just nodded before eating the food.

After dinner Bradley disappeared upstairs and I disappeared into the bathroom to puke up everything I just ate. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t stay here. I stood on the bed, looking out the small window that sat above it. I pushed and pushed on it, attempting to open but it wouldn’t budge. “It’s sealed shut.” I gasped, turning around to see Bradley standing at the foot of the bed. “Bra-Bradley… I just-” “You just what?” He asked, coming around the bed. “You were trying to leave.” He said, grabbing my hand and yanking me off the bed. “No! No, I wasn’t.” He just chuckled. “I’m not stupid, baby. You were. Why?” He asked. “Is it because I’m not Seresin?” The name alone brought tears to my eyes. “What are you talking about?” I asked him. He walked over to the dresser, reaching in and pulling out a manilla envelope. He came back over, opening it and dumping out dozens of pictures. Some were me on my dates, some were me in my own house and a few from me at work. But the most pictures were from my date with Jake. There were so many of them. “Why have you been taking pictures of me?!” I squealed, picking some up and looking at them. I picked up one that made my stomach turn. It was me, naked in my bedroom. “Because I love you, baby.” He leaned over me, tucking some hair behind my ear before he pressed his lips to my neck. On instinct I turned around, my hand connecting with his cheek before he harshly grabbed me. “Is that how you treat me? After saving you from them?!” He yelled, rubbing his cheek. “From who?!”

“Them!” He yelled, pointing at the photos. “They all only wanted one thing from you. But I see your worth, I want to give you everything! Yet you went on dates with all of them!” He yelled out and I stood there in shock. “Bradley, did you-” “Kill them? Yes.” I was going to be sick again and I sank onto the bed. “You should’ve seen how easy the first three were.” He stepped closer and I crawled back on the bed, trying to get away from him. “They begged for their lives.” His face was in mine as the tears started. “Seresin was a challenge.” At that I lunged, shoving him back into the dresser. He groaned as he rammed into it. “You killed Jake?!” I asked. “How could you?! He was your friend, your wingman!” “HE HAD YOU!” He yelled. “He had what I wanted! I wasn’t going to let him take you away from me!” He grabbed my biceps, pulling me close. “He had you.” He said quietly, his forehead dropping to mine. “Bradley, I-I didn’t know.” I told him.

I never thought Bradley was interested in me, I never had a clue. “Would you have said yes if I asked you out?” If he had asked me out a week ago, I would’ve jumped at the chance. I’ve always had a soft spot for Bradley and I had a huge crush on his when he first met. “Yes.” It was a whisper, but one that made the grin on his face grow. His lips slammed into mine and my eyes widened in shock. Soon he pulled away and smiled down at me. “I love you.” He said and I panicked. But before I could even respond he stepped back and opened the top dresser drawer. “I’ve packed the dresser and closet with clothes you might like and of course the dresser is packed with old shirts of mine for you to sleep in. Everything you need is in the bathroom and I’ll come down here and take the chain off once a day so you can shower.” He said before facing me. “If you need anything else, just yell for me, okay? Even if it’s in the middle of the night.” He said and I nodded. “Just remember, I’m doing this to protect you. They can’t arrest you if they don’t know where you are, and I won’t let you take the fall for something you didn’t do.” He said as he gently took my hands in his. “It’ll all be okay, I promise.” With that, he kissed my forehead and went upstairs.

I was very cautious of what I said as the days went on. Bradley was getting more volatile and I did not want to set him off. I was slowly gaining his trust, he no longer chains me back up immediately after my showers, he gives me some leeway. He even left me unchained when he went to work one day, but he did lock the basement door. I watched the news almost daily and I saw the announcement where the police were now looking for me, saying I was a murderer and that I should not be approached because I am dangerous. I cried the day of Jake’s funeral. I couldn’t be there and Bradley refused to even talk about it, telling me he’s gone now and he should be the only one I’m thinking about. He did keep me updated with the team. Apparently Natasha had a breakdown when I was declared ‘missing’. The rest of the team isn’t doing well but they’re pushing through. It was about five o’clock on a Thursday and I heard the front door open. “I can’t do it anymore, Rooster.” It was Natasha. I rushed for the stairs, climbing up as many as possible before the chain pulled on my ankle, stopping me. “What do you mean?” Bradley asked.

“The police stopped me as I was leaving work. They asked if I knew where she was. Bradley, I’m so worried about her. We have no idea where she is, if she’s okay or if this psycho killer has her!” I heard mumbling before Bradley spoke up. “Let me get you some coffee and we’ll sit and talk.” I heard his footsteps grow quieter as he walked to the kitchen. The kitchen was on the complete other side of the house, so this was my chance. “Natasha.” I whisper yelled. “Natasha!” I tried again. No response so I started knocking on the wall. After a moment the doorknob jiggled and I worried Bradley heard me before Nat’s face came into view. She gasped before flying down the stairs towards me. “Oh my god!” She said, tossing her arms around my shoulders and pulling me close. I squeezed her back, tears falling onto her shoulder. “Wh-what-” “He’s crazy. He locked me down here and he won’t let me leave. He committed the murders.” She shook her head. “I know it’s hard to hear Nat but look.” I lifted my ankle and she gasped. “We need to get you out.” I nodded. “I don’t know where the keys are! He usually has them on him.” She nodded. “I’m going to go upstairs, and I’ll try to get a chance to look for them. If not, I’ll get the police.” I nodded. “He can’t catch you down here, so hurry.” She nodded and rushed back upstairs, locking the door behind her.

I sat downstairs for who knows how long, waiting and waiting. But finally I heard the basement door open. I peeked my head around the corner, letting out a breath when I saw Nat. “I got them.” She whispered and stepped down onto the first step. “NAT!” I screamed as Bradley appeared behind her and I watched as he pushed her and her body went tumbling down the stairs. I heard something snap just before her body landed before me on the floor and I let out a scream. “NATASHA!” Her arm was crossed under her back and her leg was bent at an odd angle, but what made me scream was the way her head was turned just a little too far. I panicked, bending down and looking for her pulse, but there wasn’t one. “Oh my god! YOU KILLED HER!” I screamed at him as he came down the stairs. “She was trying to let you out. She was trying to take you away from me!” He yelled out. “I DON’T WANNA BE HERE!” I yelled back. “YOU ARE MINE! YOU WILL STAY HERE AS LONG AS I WANT YOU TO STAY HERE!” He yanked the chain, ripping my leg out from under me, causing me to fall flat on my ass. “You see this! You are mine! This chain binds you to me! Why can’t you see that I love you and I only want to take care of you?!” Tears of his own fell as I choked on a sob. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” He said, wiping his tears away. “I just can’t think of my life without you. I can’t lose you.” He said, pulling me close to him.

Soon he pulled away and looked down at Nat’s body. “You need to understand that this is what happens when you try to leave me.” He said as he turned to me. “This was your fault.” I cried because in reality, it was. “But it’s okay, baby. I forgive you. You’ll just have to learn.” I flinched as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Why don’t you take a nap, and I’ll figure out what to do with her body?” I was trembling as he lifted me, laying me in the bed before he walked over, picked up Nat’s body and the keys before going upstairs and locking the basement door. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything. Maybe I should stop trying to leave. Other people will die if I don’t. Besides, it’s not so bad. He could’ve left me in a dingy basement, but instead I have a bed, I get to shower whenever I want, he feeds me and I have a tv. That’s how I came to the conclusion, I will just listen to Bradley. This is my life now.

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green-ville · 2 years

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Literally 1 person asked for this and so I did it. I hope it's okay because it's definitely a lot shorter than my last two, but it's technically a continuation so idk.

Anyway, minors DNI, 18+ only.

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"I can't believe I'm saying this. I think you've been a bad influence on me."

She giggled and slapped his butt.

"Woah! That is a no touch zone. An off limits space – stop it!"

She had slapped his butt again.

He practically threw himself into his jet to get away from her hand. She climbed in after him, mouth finding his again quickly. His hands were on her lower back, her hands were on his jaw and in his hair. He tasted like the liquor they had snuck in and the combination of the alcohol and the danger of the situation made everything ten times better.

They could be fired for this. It would be a pretty stupid way to go.

Between the two of them; neither had the braincell. Coyote had custody for the night.

He bit her lip when he pulled away, green eyes shinning. "We have to be quick Tilie." His hand slid around her ass, innocent enough to begin with until he grabbed it hard. A shot of excitement coursed through her before he slapped the area he had just grabbed.

Her fingers had unbuttoned half his shirt. One reached beneath the fabric, feeling his hot skin. The other pressed against his bulge. "Quick's not really our style." She kissed him again, simple and light, pulling at his lip like he had done to her. She smiled at him, detaching. "But if you insist."

"God you make this hard." He brought her closer by her ass, kissing her again. Short things that were really just their lips pressing together.

"This, or you?"

"Both."

She unbuttoned his pants. "Just wait until you hear my next idea. Cyclone's office has been tempting me since last week."

He groaned, head laying back on his seat, and she ducked her head down, kissing his Adam's apple. His pants were unzipped and before she could reach down, his hand moved from her ass to cup her beneath her skirt.

Because she had worn a skirt for this occasion. It had quick, easy access, perfect for this type of situation.

His fingers found her underwear-less clit right away and her thighs tightened.

"How long have you been like this baby?" He whispered, nipping below her jaw. "How long have you been wanting me?"

"Specifically in this jet? Since you were assigned to Miramar."

"Minx."

"Don't tell my dad."

She knew all the buttons to push on him. She also knew all the buttons to undo on him. His shirt was pushed to this sides, her nails running up and down his sides as his tongue shoved into her mouth. His fingers worked at her below and she wanted him, but she also loved how they were now and failed to move away.

He was, again, the first to pull away. "Turn around."

"You just wanna stare at my ass."

"No, I'm skilled enough to multitask. I was going to stare and grope – " he groped. "And right now I'm only doing one. Seems a waste of talent sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes. He gave her another slap and she moved. They had planned the positioning out before. The seating wasn't big enough for her to ride him normally, she had to be facing the other way so she could put her legs in front of his. She did this now and he scooted forward. Her ass hovered and when he guided her down, a feeling of full settling in.

Both released extended exhales. She started moving, hands resting on the frame of the jet as she lifted up. His hands on her hips were the star of her forceful push down, both guiding her and adding in the momentum.

She couldn't say it was anything like what they could accomplish on a bed or against a wall. Or a kitchen table. A counter. A variety of couches. The beach – She was getting off track. When space was on their side, they could be hard and fast and the possibilities were unlimited. In this tight space, most things were restricted.

That didn't change the fact that this was the best location they had ever done it in, and both parties were already on their way to release.

For them it wasn't just about the acts themselves, it was about the emotions backing it, and right now, the emotions were high. Excitement, alcohol induced childish happiness, adrenaline, and a fear of getting caught. They combined in the most on edge way possible, leaving both members more turned on than they had ever been before.

"Can you imagine what they'd say if they found us?" Jake asked, words quick and ragged. "What the team would think? What your dad would do?"

"God Phoenix'll be shocked. She'd – she'd have such a talk with me. And dad," a little chuckle, his hand grabbing one of her breasts. "Dad would murder you first, and then ground me for life."

It was the danger of this that made it so irresistible. So stimulating.

"If he could get his hands on me."

"Well it wasn't too hard for me to do that."

"You have different assets aiding you."

She snorted. "How to compliment a girl by Jake Seresin. Step one, don't say 'you have a nice rack', say 'you have assets'."

"And then fuck all the sarcastic responses out of her."

"Not even you've accomplished that yet."

"It's on my to do list. After an innocent shower later but sometime before I ram you into Admiral Cyclone's desk."

She clenched around him and her pace stuttered, the idea going straight into her building orgasm. Her thighs were hot and red. Her muscles were tight. Her abdomen was taut from her controlled breathing. Her forehead was knit.

"I can see it now. You bent over, ass pressed back against me. The wood scraping against his nice floors and the next day, when he comes in and sits in that plush leather chair, he'd never know I had you screaming a foot away."

She came. It arched her back and chilled her skin and he kept her going. He lifted her up and slammed her down as she tried to remember basic breathing. He followed not even ten seconds later, after she was already over sensitive and in a constant around him.

He was a series of curses and she was scrunched up whimpers.

His grip on her hips finally let up and she stilled. He kept inside of her and she couldn't stop her spazzing clenches.

His hand moved to her waist, pulling her upper half back so his lips found her neck. He pressed a light kiss there before biting at the skin.

"Realistically," she breathed out. "It's a twenty minute drive to your place. The showers on base are a minute away."

A slow chuckled vibrated inside his chest. "Sorry baby, you're waiting tonight. I like it when you're worked up."

"Dick."

"I'll have to reprimand you for such foul language."

"In that case, bitch."

He chuckled again, hand travelling up her front. Over her chest. Finding her neck. Squeezing lightly, his lips beside her ear. "Just because of that, you won't get anything from me for the rest of the night."

A grin slid into place. "I have hands of my own, Jake."

"Not if I tie them up."

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lacenvs3000w24 · 3 months

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signs in nature🌲🐾

Welcome to this week’s post! For the “free spot” theme of this week, I thought I’d talk a bit about some of the subtle aspects of nature - the hints and clues she gives us about her story as a whole, all while maintaining her exciting traits of mystery and wonder.

I was prompted to choose this topic because of some of the things we’ve been talking about in ZOO 4950 (Lab Studies in Mammalogy). Last week, we bundled up and went out into the Arboretum to talk about tracking. We spotted lots of squirrel tracks, as well as those of a cottontail, a deer, an opossum, and potentially those of a coyote.

left - deer tracks, and a human 👍 ; right - whose little hand do you think this is???

As a little bonus, just to really top it off, we paid a friendly surprise visit to a tree-dwelling porcupine.

photo I took of our porcupine friend in the Arboretum in Guelph

This sparked another sign-oriented conversation, though. We were told about how a porcupine dwelling is simple to spot, essentially because of how nasty these lumbering critters are. Basically, they don’t have a knack for tidying up - they decide on their homestead, which they stay at until it is so overrun with scat that they are forced to relocate. Gross, but also kinda charming, no?

Later in the week, during a little decompressing nature walk by speed river, after a second glance at a tree trunk, I realized I was in beaver territory. there were probably about 3 trees in a 5m radius marked with the teeth etchings of nature’s carpenter.

image sourced from: https://nhgardensolutions.wordpress.com/tag/beaver-damage/

(↑↑↑ real photo credit should go to the artist...a beaver made that!)

These signs may seem like nothing special to someone just passing by. I think it’s fair to say that most people would find it a more special occasion to actually spot one of these critters at work, these these marks and signs. I don’t think I have to do much to convince you all, though, that with a little bit of background information, there’s an entire story to be unraveled.

It can be hard to feel connected to nature in our semi-urban lives, where it seems that most of the things around us - buildings, streets, or (Mother Nature forbid) litter - are exclusively signs of human life.

One tangential point here that I think is really interesting is that nature’s signs are how human beings (and arguably, life across the board) were able to survive in more “rugged” (aka, natural) territories for so long. One of my latest Netflix fixations was a show called Alone, where contestants compete for a cash prize by trying to last the longest alone, in the wild, with only a handful of starting materials. The season I watched took place near Great Slave Lake in the Northwest Territories. The contestants used tracks, scat, even hours of sunlight, to help them find their next meal.

So, if the elusiveness of the animals is getting you down - during your own travels or during a guided walk, for example - you might not actually have to look much further to extract an engaging narrative from your surroundings, or to catch a glimpse into the unravelling nature tale around you.

Thanks for checking in!! 💚💛

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priestessofspiders · 4 months

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Blue Eyes

I’ve always been passionate about animals, even when I was a very young girl. I used to beg my parents repeatedly almost every week to take me to the zoo, and the family television was practically always tuned to Animal Planet, much to the chagrin of my video game obsessed older brother. I wanted to go into veterinary medicine as a career, but the cost of schooling, amount of time it would take to get my degree, and frankly grueling work hours eventually made it clear to me that that wouldn’t be an option.

Still, I made the best of the hand I was dealt, choosing to work at various animal shelters, non-profits, and other organizations associated with animals. I even had a short stint working as a janitor at the zoo I used to be so excited to visit as a child, though the commute was Hell. I had to quit that last job because it turned out that behind the scenes the zoo administration was taking far worse care of their animals than I would have liked, and I didn’t feel comfortable being complicit in their mistreatment.

In any event, this path in life eventually led me to work at a small wildlife rescue. It wasn’t an especially glamorous position, and I will freely admit the pay was abysmal, but I had a chance to make a genuine difference in the world, and that made me happy. For every sick deer or injured goose we nursed back to health, I felt like I had a real purpose.

It wasn’t always a particularly pleasant gig, if I'm being entirely honest. Even the most ardent nature lover will soon find that the task of saving wild animals begins to lose its luster after week after week of squirrel bites and diseased bird shit. Nonetheless, I genuinely did enjoy my job. At least until that final night. The night that made me never want to work with animals ever again.

See, while we didn’t have the staff to do this every night, when we had a chance to we would have a skeleton crew run the graveyard shift, since a lot of the time we’d come in the next morning to find a half-dozen missed calls from people who wanted help with some nocturnal critter or another. I was happy for the extra pay, and most of the time things were fairly quiet, so I had a chance to put up my feet and read a book or mess about on my phone in between having frantic callers ask if they could bring in a bat that had flown into their home.

That particular evening I was pacing between social media apps on my phone out of boredom when we got a call from what sounded like a very distressed middle aged man.

“This is the _____ Wildlife Rescue, how can I help you?”

“Hi uh. Well. I don’t know how to put this exactly, I know it sounds crazy, but there’s a wolf in my front yard.”

He was right. It did sound crazy. From what I was aware, there were no wolves in this state outside of zoo animals, and I highly doubted one had managed to escape captivity at my former place of employment and find its way over to this relatively isolated area. The place I lived in was not a large town by any means, little more than a couple streets full of shops surrounded by a vestigial suburb and some farmland.

“Sir, are you absolutely sure it’s a wolf? We don’t really have those around here, it’s significantly more likely it might just be a stray dog, maybe a coyote at worst.”

“I don’t- I don’t know for sure but… it’s big. Real big. If it’s a dog it’s certainly the biggest one I’ve ever seen. And there’s something wrong with how it moves, like it’s got a limp or something, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I think it might only have three legs.”

I got the man’s address and thanked him for his time before getting up to go grab the other member of the skeleton crew, let’s call him Jake. Jake had been there a little bit longer than me, and we generally got along pretty well. He used to be studying to become a veterinary technician but the stress got to him and he decided to take a job here instead. His experience with at least some veterinary medicine made him a great asset, though he did sometimes make some very stupid decisions. I once had to stop him trying to grab a rattlesnake with his bare hands just because he was so excited for an opportunity to catch a snake. However, the main reason I wanted him to accompany me was that he was quite a large man, and there was something about the whole situation which from the get-go made me very nervous. I felt a lot more comfortable bringing along someone who looked like he could bench press 400 lbs if he had to.

The farmhouse that the man had called from was only a quick drive away, maybe 15 minutes at most. At the time I thought this was quite fortunate. While the full moon was shining bright enough for us to see the road fairly well, I never liked driving long distances on these country roads after dark. I always worried a deer or something might jump out in front of the Wildlife Rescue’s crappy old van or that’d I’d take a wrong turn or something like that.

Unfortunately for Jake and I, we arrived without any difficulties at the farmhouse, and the animal was still there. I can’t quite bring myself to say it was a wolf, not after what I experienced.

It certainly looked like one though, which was quite the shock. Both Jake and I let out a near simultaneous murmur of “Holy shit” as we caught our first glimpse of the thing. Something people often forget is that wolves are big, up to 180 lbs at the largest. For comparison, huskies only get up to about 60 lbs at the most. This thing was enormous.

“That has to be a wolf. No way in Hell is this thing just a stray dog”, mused Jake.

“It might be a wolfdog,” I suggested, “it doesn’t quite look like a wolf does it? There’s something off about the proportions.”

Something about the thing’s physiology bothered me, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. It just wasn’t moving the way it should have. I was reminded of a video I’d seen a couple months ago of an extremely realistic animatronic, something made for an amusement park I think. It was quite well-crafted to be sure, it didn’t even tick off the usual “uncanny valley” alarm bells when I looked at its face, but the movements weren’t quite right. I felt the same way looking at that thing in front of the farmhouse.

The animal was looking at us now, staring towards the van, its eyes glowing in the reflected beam from our headlights. It didn’t run though, it just continued to pace, looking at us. Jake and I were stepping out of the van at this point, not sure what our next course of action would be, but determined to do our best regardless.

I found myself fiddling with my necklace as we approached; a gift from my grandfather. It’s a makeshift medallion fashioned out of an old silver dollar and suspended on a leather cord. He’d had a little hobby of making jewelry from old knick knacks, and at home I had a small collection of earrings, necklaces, bracelets, brooches, and the like, all made from various random objects. He’d unfortunately passed away a few years back, and I tried to wear at least something he’d made every day as a way to keep his memory alive. I recall him telling me after he gave me the medallion, “Now you’ll be safe in a gunfight, so long as you wear this over your heart” with a grandfatherly wink, as if I was at any risk of being a victim of old west banditry in the 21st century.

I was snapped out of my idle remembering by the sound of Jake’s voice, though I didn’t quite catch what he said. “Hm?” I muttered, indicating that he should repeat himself.

“I said it’s gotta be someone’s pet. Some rich guy bought himself a three legged wolfdog and it got out of the house maybe?” he said. Now that we were a little closer, it was clear that the animal was only walking on three legs, though it moved about with quite a degree of dexterity, as though it had long grown used to the condition.

It kept pacing back and forth, back and forth, just looking at us. Its eyes were a brilliant blue, which was a definite tip off that whatever this thing was, it wasn’t a proper wolf. When it comes to canines, blue eyes are strictly a trait of dogs. There was something else I noticed though, its tail wasn’t quite right. It seemed too stiff, and a bit too long. Suddenly it clicked in my brain what was wrong with it.

“It’s not missing a leg. Look,” I said, pointing, “it’s just sticking out one of its hind legs. Maybe it’s wounded or something like that?”

As if in response to my words, the “wolfdog” stopped pacing, looking directly at me specifically. I could feel when it made eye contact with me, those blue eyes boring into my own. I could have sworn I saw its lips turn up slightly at the edges, forming a mischievous grin. It lowered its previously extended hind leg to the ground slowly, deliberately. It didn’t have a tail at all. I doubt that it ever did. Then it began to limp towards us, whimpering softly.

How to describe what it sounded like? It’s a little difficult. I’d heard an anecdote once from an online acquaintance who worked with birds regarding an old crow they were taking care of. Crows are excellent mimics of sounds, and will often repeat noises that they frequently hear. Well, evidently, this particular crow had taken to mockingly “cawing” in a human voice. Someone must have been trying to “talk” to the bird by crudely imitating the crow’s own cries, to which the wily corvid had mirrored back their own mimicry, like a language’s native speaker mocking someone with a foreign accent by repeating a particularly egregious mispronunciation.

The “wolfdog” sounded like something copying a human copying a dog, its whimpers were artificial, stilted, almost campy. It sent shivers up my spine immediately, but Jake didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re right, he’s definitely hurt and judging from how he’s reacting to us, I’d certainly wager he’s somebody’s lost pet. I vote we take him back to the rescue and try and contact a domestic animal shelter in the morning, I’m sure we can find a cage that will fit him just for one night,” said Jake, sounding almost enthusiastic. I noticed how quickly the animal had changed from an “it” to a “he”. Humans will start bonding with anything if it seems pitiful. Jake held out a hand for the thing to sniff.

“Jake, don’t-” I started to say, about to warn him that it was equally likely the thing was so seemingly friendly due to rabies, but before the words could leave my lips, the animal was already licking his hand meekly.

“Come on boy,” Jake said in a playful tone, “let’s get you in the van, then we’ll get you some treats when we get back to the rescue.”

Jake led the animal back to the van, talking to it in a goofy sing-song tone of voice as though it were his beloved childhood dog while it made faux-whines and pretended to limp. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t tell that something was wrong with it. From behind, I could see very clearly there was no sign of docking or anything else that could have resulted in the “wolfdog’s” tail being removed. It was as though it was born without one. There was something else too, something I couldn’t put my finger on, about its legs. It felt like I was missing something obvious, like when a word is at the tip of your tongue but you can’t remember it. The whole thing was frankly making me sick to my stomach.

The drive back to the rescue was uneventful, aside from Jake gushing about how adorable his newfound friend was. It’s not that I’m not a dog person, I have no issues with them at all, I love animals of all sorts. But this thing wasn’t a dog, nor was it a wolf, nor anything in between. I kept catching the reflection of its eyes in the rear view mirror, staring at me through the caged off back of the van. I didn’t like its eyes, piercing blue like those a human being’s. I could have sworn that once, just once, it winked at me.

One might wonder why I didn’t voice my concerns to Jake, but the simple truth is this; what was I supposed to say? It’s not like there was anything concrete I could point to beyond “bad vibes”, and I could hardly tell him to stop the van and kick the animal out onto the side of the road, could I? So, ultimately, I swallowed down my fear and tried very hard to convince myself there was nothing at all the matter.

We reached the wildlife rescue without incident, and Jake opened the back doors to the van, patting at his legs to direct the “wolfdog” to come out. The thing made a pathetic scene, whimpering as though afraid that jumping down the foot or two out of the van’s back would hurt its supposedly wounded leg, though from what I could see there didn’t look to be any injuries whatsoever. Ultimately Jake wound up assisting the thing out of the van, lifting it gently down while it whined and yelped in that terrible, mocking voice.

Jake begrudgingly put a collar and leash around the animal’s neck only at my insistence, complaining that it was obviously tame and that he was sure it would behave itself, but I wouldn’t hear of it. If he wanted to adopt the damn thing that was his own business, he still needed to follow basic safety precautions.

We guided the thing into the kennels, where we nudged it inside the largest one, a cage usually reserved for injured deer. It whined more at this perceived injustice, staring up in over-the-top performative sadness at Jake as he turned the key to lock it inside.

“Poor thing. I’m gonna get him some water and food, you wait here and keep an eye on him,” Jake said, not giving me time to respond before leaving the kennels to acquire the supplies for our “guest”. As soon as Jake left the room, the animal stopped its whining nearly instantly. I think it could tell I wasn’t falling for its act. It just stared at me, and once again I could see that faint, terrible smile on its face.

The “wolfdog” wasn’t the only occupant of the kennels that evening, there was a raccoon, a bobcat, and a goose. All of them seemed terrified of the thing. The bobcat and goose were hissing, and the raccoon’s tail was waving back and forth wildly. I’d always been told I had more empathy for animals than people, and as I stood there, being stared at by this not-wolf, I wondered if maybe that was why I instinctively was repelled by it in the same way the other patients of the wildlife rescue were. It didn’t feel like an animal.

It felt like ages, just standing there, looking at this smiling, mocking, thing shaped in a parody of a canine. In the bright light of the kennel, I could see it much clearer, and the longer I looked, the more queasy I felt.

I won't go over all of the hideous quirks of proportion that made the thing look so uncanny, because frankly most people wouldn't notice. Dogs come in all shapes and sizes, and it would take someone with a particular eye for this sort of thing to understand what I would even be talking about. To this day I still don't understand how Jake couldn't see it for what it truly was, with his education he ought to have been able to notice.

I will mention one thing though, something which especially made my skin crawl. Beneath the fluorescent light I could finally tell what had been bothering me about its legs. Wolves, dogs, and other canines all have digitigrade legs, that is to say that they walk upon their toes. It basically means that their limbs have an extra joint on which to bend, which is generally more useful for quadrupedal motion. In contrast, humans have plantigrade legs; we walk on the soles of our feet.

This animal's legs were plantigrade.

This can happen sometimes in dogs, it is a deformity which is known to occur, but this thing didn't look deformed. It didn't seem to have any trouble walking, despite its act with Jake. It just moved as though it were a human being crawling about on all fours.

It was around the same time as I had this realization that Jake entered the room with the food and water for our "guest", and I excused myself to go sit at the reception desk and try to convince myself everything was fine. It's just a weird dog, there's nothing to worry about, you're probably just tired, your mind is playing tricks on you, I kept thinking to myself, my internal monologue working overtime to wash away my discomfort while I fiddled with the medallion my grandfather made.

The terrible thing is, it was so close to the end of our shift when it happened. The sun was due to start rising in half an hour, and we would have been replaced by the morning crew. We were almost done, we were almost safe.

Jake and I had been finishing up our last remaining tasks before we had to head off for the morning when we heard an awful racket coming from the kennels. It was a terrible feline yowling, mixed with the frantic honking of a goose, followed shortly afterwards by the smashing of glass. Jake immediately began sprinting towards the sound, while I called out for him to wait.

I grabbed some bite proof gloves and a heavy apron, swearing all the while about having to deal with the stupid bobcat right before the end of my shift. While I was putting them on, I heard an awful, strangled scream. I recognized its owner at once. Something had happened to Jake.

My first instinct was to sigh in annoyance. Obviously the idiot got himself bitten, I thought to myself as I stomped my way to the kennels, grumbling all the while.

"I told you to wait you moro-" I started to say as I opened the door.

It was dark in the kennels. The only illumination came from the window, the pale moonlight glinting against the shattered glass of the fluorescent bulb strewn across the blood soaked floor. Silhouetted against the window was a tall figure, facing away from me. It was holding something. I could hear the terrified chatter of a raccoon.

"Jake?" I asked, timidly, as I walked into the room. My foot collided with something lying on the floor. I looked down to see a human body, face down upon the ground, blood dripping from its torn out throat. Laying next to Jake's corpse were the similarly mangled bodies of a bobcat and a goose.

There was a pained screeching followed by a snap of bones, and then a moment of utter stillness. I stared in petrified horror at the thing standing upright in the moonlight, its dog-like head turning to look at me with an awful smile etched unnaturally across its inhuman face. The silence was interrupted with the wet thump of the raccoon's body joining the other corpses on the gore smeared linoleum.

I don't want to think about its voice. Its real voice, not the wretched, terrible mockery of a wolfdog that it made to gain Jake's trust. Its laughter was vicious, mocking, evil. In all my life I've never heard anything sound so deeply cruel.

The thing began to walk towards me, and I tried to back away, but I slipped on the blood, falling in a heap as I started to hyperventilate. It got closer, close enough that the light from the corridor let me see the look of hunger and contempt in its monstrously human eyes. It reached a gore soaked claw towards me, chuckling darkly as it prepared to reduce me to nothing but meat.

But as the thing was just about to touch me, inches away from tearing into my jugular, it let out a surprised yelp of pain. It recoiled from me, eyeing the medallion around my neck with frustration and hatred. My mind flashed back to when my grandfather gave it to me, and what I said to him in response;

"A gunfight, papa, really? I'll probably get more use out of it fighting off werewolves."

The monster huffed and growled before leaping over me and tearing down the hallway in a blur of bloodstained fur. I heard the smashing of wood and glass when it crashed through the front door of the wildlife rescue, letting out a mocking imitation of a wolf's howl as it fled into the waning darkness of the rapidly fading night.

When my coworkers found me in the kennel, paralyzed with fear and covered in Jake's blood, they immediately called the police. Based on all the evidence they found at the scene, coupled with my admittedly somewhat hysterical account of the thing that did it, the put the whole affair down to being the work of a rabid wolfdog. They informed animal control, but of course nobody ever found anything.

I never bothered showing up to work at the wildlife rescue again after that, and I've been working a shitty retail job ever since. The pay is awful, the hours are lousy, and the work is demeaning, but that doesn't matter. All that's important is that the schedule is flexible enough that I never have to keep working after sunset whenever there is a full moon. I spend those nights at home with the door locked and bolted, clutching my grandfather's silver dollar medallion and praying I don't hear that mocking voice pretending to whimper outside the door to my apartment.

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alexisfergusonportfolio · 2 years

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Always give offerings to your neighborhood creatures

When we moved into that small house on Oakford lane, I really questioned my life choices. Choices that led up to buying a house at the edge of the woods, in a town sat square in the middle of nowhere that is the midwestern U.S. Rent was cheap, though (or as cheap as you can get in Indiana) so it just sort of worked with the circumstances at hand. As you guys know, jobs are hard to get right now, and with mine on the line, John and I had to settle for what we could find. It didn’t really look like the type of house you’d see in the middle of a dense grove- It was modernized, with an open living plan and a renovated bedroom upstairs. Incredibly nice for $800 a month.

Still, sitting in the car with my cheek pressed against the cold window, I watched the trees pass by us with a certain disdain. I’d always lived in the city, and I wasn’t that happy with that changing anytime soon. John found the listing and insisted though. Like always, John gets what he wants. I love him to bits, and at the end of the day, I’d probably sacrifice an arm and a leg for that man. God only knows, he keeps my head on my shoulders.

“Aren’t you excited?” He had asked me, grinning at me from the driver's seat. The sun beamed in through his window, almost blinding me, his silhouette being the most identifiable feature at the time. I could just barely make out his smile.

“How did you find the listing again?” I asked absently, deflecting the question. I didn’t want to burst his bubble with the feeling deep in my gut.

“Oh, just facebook marketplace. I told you that yesterday.”

“Right.” I exhaled, sitting upright once more, a kink in my back denying me the pleasure of exhibiting how I felt with posture alone. How inconvenient.

“Oh-- We’re here!” He laughed a bit, and I watched the passing scenery slow to a stop outside of the car. The house just...looked like your average house. I don’t know. I didn’t really notice anything off about it, except for the location it was in. Those trees were another story altogether, though. They loomed in the background, pressing in on all sides, creating the impression that any day they could swallow the house whole. A reclamation of nature, if you would.

“We’re pretty far out from everything…” I trailed off, opening the passenger side door and stepping out. Maybe it wasn’t too late to cancel the lease. Find a nice studio somewhere downtown, maybe.

“Nah, we’ll be fine. That’s what cell phones are for.” John stepped out of the car, locking it behind us. He led the way up to the house, and I trailed behind. Always one step behind him. I know how that sounds, I really do. But it’s just the way things have always been.

The rest of the day was an uneventful flurry of moving boxes to different rooms. I asked him why he hadn’t labeled them, but he just shrugged. He’d deemed it unimportant, he said. It was very important, I countered. Now we didn’t know what boxes went in which rooms. He brushed it off though, the same way he did most of my concerns. With the argument that I was overreacting once more. So I shut my mouth, went through box by box, and put them in their respective rooms.

The night was a different story. When dark fell, so too did the shadows of the trees beyond the house. It felt as though something could come out from the dark at anytime. That I’d be in the kitchen, and the second I turned around, I’d see it at the glass patio door. Just standing there. How right I was. The first night went fine, though. We found a couple dead animals in the backyard, all of which John chalked up to as coyotes. I wasn’t so sure. But what would I know? I was from the city. John wasn’t. He was familiar with these parts, he told me, when we were looking at the house. He’d lived just down the block as a boy. I guess I can understand the nostalgia, but I didn’t have that appeal. That sort of attachment he had. He was reassuring, though. Always ever so comforting.

It wasn’t until a week in that things changed. John started spending most of his time fishing in a lake he said was nearby. Just past the treeline. He begged me to come with him ever morning around 8am, but each day, I refused. It became routine, after a while. My loving John just wanting to spend quality time with me, and me being too chicken shit to even step out of the patio door. It felt as though, if I went outside, I would get sucked into the forest. The same way it threated to overtake the house, so too would it overtake me if I did.

The days past by, and John grew frustrated with my resistance towards the outside world. It got to the point that I started calling off work, neglecting to leave the house altogether. What if I got lost on my way out of the winding neighborhood? Or if I drove off into the creek we passed on the way here? These fears swirled around in my head, and despite how irrational I knew they were, I couldn’t help but fall to the mercy of my own anxiety. I found myself staying in bed most of the way with the curtains drawn tightly shut, blocking out the outside world.

It was a month in that I saw it for the first time. A blur next to the car as John and I drove to the grocery store- something tall and grey, moving through the trees.

“John, there’s something out there!” I’d shouted instinctively, jerking my head towards the window.

“Probably a wolf. They’re common around these parts.” He’d reassured me with a chuckle, his hands tight on the wheel of a car.

“No, it was big, it wasn’t…” I trailed off, unsure how to explain what I’d just seen. Just a blur.

“Wolves are big, you know, Sam? They’re massive. I’m sure that’s what you saw.” He smiled at me, ever so patient. I was sure he was wrong, though.

I would see it closer to the house each time we left, approaching almost cautiously despite it’s inhuman speed through the forested grove. It felt like something was approaching rapidly. My fears came true one night in January. It had snowed, and I felt peaceful for the first time since we’d moved in. Christmas had just passed, and seeing the family once more had really helped me combat my own fears. Their reassurances had warmed my home better than our fireplace ever could have.

That night, I’d gone to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. My sleeping medicine made my mouth feel like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and John had taken my water glass to the kitchen. You have to wash it sometimes, he’d said in disgust. I suppose he was right, though I was still irritated as I walked down the cold wooden stairs at one in the morning. The floor was ice to the touch with the fireplace off. I ran the tap, grabbing a glass from the cabinet next to the sink, and filled it as quickly as possibly. My heart hammered in my chest as the patio door loomed behind me. It felt as though every second was precious.

That night, I saw it. Looming in the window, as tall as the nine foot ceilings. Long, grey, spindly, and barely humanoid, it stood there. Gaping holes where eyes once may have sat. It watched me, and I watched it. My glass dropped to the floor, shattering, and it sped off at a speed I could hardly comprehend. It didn’t matter what I told John. He didn’t believe me. Made me commit to seeing a therapist once a week as soon as morning came. But I knew what I’d saw. And I knew he knew, too. I’d seen the photos of effigies he’d hidden away, stowed in a shoebox in the very back of his closet.

It demanded offerings, it spoke to me one night, tapping on the window. It’s raspy voice chilled me to my core. Offerings. And so I started putting them out. Just small things at first-- a bit of a cake I had made, or a painting I had crafted. It was enough for a while. Until it wasn’t. John’s invites to the lake became almost urgent, and still the creature stalked closer to the house, knocking on the windows to demand more. I would pretend to lay asleep as John begged at the window, asking for more time.

I knew what he meant to offer. So I did it first. I called his work, and told them he quit effective immediately. I called the police, and reported him as missing. I said he’d gone to the bar, and hadn’t come home in over a day and a half. For the first time since I moved in, I stepped out on the patio, and bleached it. Mopping up blood off of cement the second the creature had finished its work, doing my best to keep it from staining.

And the next morning, outside on my patio door, sat a small kitten, mewling and hungry. An offering, to replace what I had lost. To warm the newfound cold emptiness besides me in bed each night. For me. I took the kitten in, naming him Luke. The creature and I developed a friendship. Once every 25 years, we agreed. I hope to be gone by the time the debt comes to pay, but for now, we stand at an impasse. All I know is that the one time robbers attempted to enter my home, the only thing remaining was a dead carcass in the entrance to the forest of trees. I left it to the creature. I don’t belong in the forest. No one does. It’s home to things we can’t possibly understand. I think that’s why It chose me instead of John- I respected that boundary.

Never go into the forest outside of your house. But always give offerings to your neighborhood creatures.

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part One)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, possible character death, a little bit of fluff but it’s like angsty fluff

Word count: 1,837

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

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a/n: things in bold are in english. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!! hi i know everyone has been awaiting this series from tftp in particular. and while i wish i could say im updating this regularly,,,,,i cannot. there’s no definite update schedule, im just doing it when i can. i wanted to wait until i had all the parts written but im impatient. but i hope you’ll enjoy this series even with the slow updates, and i hope it lives up to expectations 💜

“Where’re we going?” Joshua grumbled as he followed slightly behind Hansol and Kyung, the younger boy’s hand wrapped around hers.

Joshua was going with them to the doctor without actually knowing. Kyung knew better than to tell him before they left because she figured the grumpy werewolf would just tell her no, not really caring whether he was unable to heal or not -- even though that was very clearly a bad sign that he had overexerted himself.

Kyung thought maybe Joshua would be a little less...angry all the time once she got to know him, but Joshua was stubborn well before he’d even met her -- he was just bad at shoving his stubbornness and anger down.

“I promised I’d get my back fixed if Kyung decided to stay, and you said you’d go if I went, didn’t you?” Hansol reminded his brother with a smirk over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go see that doctor we were told about. What was her name again?”

“Minjee,” Kyung replied. “Not to sound rude but...Josh, why don’t you want to see a doctor?”

“I don’t really care if I can heal or not either way,” he replied flatly, “but I said I’d get help if Hansol did. So...here we are.”

“Here we are...” she repeated in a mumble.

Joshua simply followed the mated couple in silence as the alpha led them to Minjee’s, being the first to knock on the door. It was a girl -- as expected -- that opened the door, bowing politely to the group before smiling brightly at the darker skinned girl in front of them.

“Kyung!” she exclaimed as she gestured the three of them in. “I haven’t seen you in so long -- I suppose that’s a good thing, though. How’ve you been? Your pack hasn’t mentioned you.”

“I’m not actually in that pack anymore,” Kyung told her with a shrug, her ‘cool’ exterior coming back in the presence of an old friend. “I’m an alpha of my mate’s pack now.”

Minjee seemed impressed, eyebrows raising with a smile, “Wow, look at you. How’d the sudden change happen? Jiung must be proud.”

“He’s actually...passed away.”

The doctor’s face fell, placing a comforting hand on your upper arm, “I’m sorry for the loss of your brother.”

Kyung nodded, “I’ve been grieving, but it’s been easier with my mate. Minjee, this is Hansol, and his brother -- er, our brother, I guess -- Joshua.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hansol said as he nodded to her. “Our brother, Soonyoung came in before with a human girl to talk about fixing us -- I’ve got silver burned into my back, and Joshua’s the healer that can’t heal anymore.”

“Ah, yes, the healer!” Minjee’s eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly. She looked to Joshua now. “Your power still hasn’t come back?”

“No,” he replied. “I thought just resting would help but...nothing.”

“I see,” she hummed, eyeing him over before looking back at Kyung like she was their mother that took them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll do a quick look over and then see what I can do. It’s almost time for me to close up, and I have to go out of town for a few days. I won’t be able to do anything until about a week from now, but they’ll be fine until then if they’ve been fine this long.”

“That’s okay,” Hansol shrugged as Joshua replied, “No worries.”

“Alright,” Minjee breathed with a warm smile, grabbing some gloves from nearby, “then let’s get started and see what’s going on.”

Even though you were never careful, you wanted to blame this on shitty luck. You were too carefree and excitable, so you ran and ran and didn’t see the trap. So with you trapped under a net with little prickles that you were sure were laced with wolfsbane from how fucking awful you felt -- that was an understatement -- all you could do was wait for hunters to come find you before death took you itself. Honestly, you hoped the latter would come first.

You faintly heard footsteps coming toward you as your vision went out of focus, your eyelids becoming too heavy to keep up. You sensed a presence beside you, the body crouching down to get a better look at you.

“What do we have here?” a female-sounding voice asked, but it sounded far away and muffled to you. “Is this another werewolf?”

“I can’t tell,” another female voice replied in a sigh. “Sura, do you have any ideas?”

“Doesn’t smell like werewolf to me,” a male voice said. “It definitely is some kind of were-creature, though. This thing wreaks of wolfsbane and it’s clearly affecting her. I’d say...coyote, maybe?”

One of the women sucked in a breath between their teeth before saying, “Prajya, help me get this net off of her -- it’ll be heavy but I’m afraid to let Sura touch it.”

Slowly, you felt the weight of the net being lifted off of you. You could also feel every little barb stuck in you being pulled out, and you whimpered softly from the stinging pain that covered your body.

“Minjee, will she make it?” the second girl asked as you were lifted into warm arms.

“No,” the male replied, “probably not.”

“The house isn’t far from here,” the first girl insisted. “We just have to hurry.”

But you were out cold before they even took the first step.

Josh and Hansol weren’t really sure why so many people wanted to go with them into town that night for them to finally get fixed. Suvi was understandable since she just enjoyed going into town, and Soomin made sense since she was basically their resident know-it-all when it came to werewolves. However, Wonwoo wanting to tag along was weird because Wonwoo didn’t like leaving the house, much less going into town. They figured maybe it was because he wanted to make sure Soomin would be alright, but she was already going to be with two werewolves and a girl who had gone into town plenty of times. She was in good hands, but whatever made Wonwoo happy.

“Are you nervous?” Suvi wondered, looking up between Hansol and Joshua as she walked.

“I don’t know how they’re going to fix my back, so that’s a little concerning,” Hansol decided, “but I’m more excited.”

Joshua just shrugged, “Eh, not really.”

“Try not to be so excited, huh,” Wonwoo commented.

Joshua did like his power. He liked that he was able to help people with it. However, it didn’t benefit him -- as in, it didn’t make his own personal healing any better than anybody else’s in the pack -- and it wouldn’t be needed if his pack wasn’t so stupid and got themselves hurt. It wasn’t fun like Seokmin’s or Chan’s or Kyung’s, and it wasn’t interesting like Jihoon’s or Soonyoung’s or Hansol’s or Minghao’s. It was boring -- kind of like Wonwoo’s or Seungcheol’s.

Suvi was the first up to the door, knocking before she took a step back to wait. The door was answered by Minjee -- as always -- who greeted them with an almost pained smile.

“Hello,” she greeted them. “Before you come in, I’d like to apologize. My partners and I have just gotten home, and one of our patients... Well, she won’t make it.”

Now that she’d mentioned it, the wolves could just barely hear the faint, slowing heartbeat from inside the house. But they could also smell that it wasn’t the typical werewolf. It was something they’d never smelled before, but it still wasn’t completely human.

Joshua also picked up on a scent that was very familiar but also so very different from anything he’d smelled before.

“We’re just trying to ease her pain until she passes,” Minjee continued, letting the small group into the house. She turned to look at somebody else who was helping with the aforementioned girl. “Sura, could you put a curtain up around her? Prajya, I’ll need you to help me with--”

Minjee stopped when she noticed Joshua stop in the doorway, his body going rigid. His golden eyes were spotting red and locked on you, hands balled into fists.

You were dying; his mate was dying. Again.

“Josh...?” Wonwoo spoke up, placing a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

Joshua’s thoughts and opinions on re-imprinting were out the window when it registered that the girl quickly losing her life was his mate. The only thing he could focus on was you and saving you -- but he only knew one way how.

“She’s not dying,” he stated, walking straight through the small crowd and over to you where your pulse was just a moment away from completely dying out.

“What?” Minjee asked, watching him as he approached you with a set jaw and narrowed eyes.

“I’m not going to let her die,” he said louder, letting his hands hover above your body.

Joshua was too focused on trying to somehow get his powers to come back to him that he wasn’t paying any attention to Hansol and Wonwoo’s conversation over their surprise of their brother imprinting for a second time. Truthfully, nobody thought anybody would come after Lilly since Josh was so against it. But then again, imprinting wasn’t something any werewolf could control.

Joshua mumbled to himself as he tried to will his power back. He was concentrating so hard but nothing was happening. No faint glow from his palms, no color coming back to your face, and your heartbeat was still rapidly decreasing by the second. It wouldn’t be long until it was gone all together, and then there would be nothing he could do.

“C’mon...c’mon...” he grumbled, closing his eyes as his eyebrows creased together in concentration.

“Your powers won’t suddenly work,” Minjee spoke up, watching from where she stood by his pack, wanting to give the werewolf space -- especially since she was preparing for him to be grieving for the mate he’d lose before actually having her.

“They have to!” he snapped.

He refused to lose you. If he lost two mates -- even if he didn’t properly meet or know you -- he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take it.

With his last bit of energy he had in his body, his palms faintly glowed to life, spreading a tingling warmth across your body. His healing power was starting to cleanse the wolfsbane from your system, and your heartbeat was starting to become stronger and more stable. Hearing your heartbeat louder in his ears made Josh want to cry. But he didn’t have the energy for it.

As you let out a cough and a girl with brown skin rushed over to sit you up so you could empty your system, Joshua collapsed onto the floor, knowing you were alive and would hopefully stay alive. He put his everything into saving you, and he didn’t know if that would kill him, but he knew it was worth it.

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years

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STRAYKIDS AS PETS

(Hyung Line)

Pairing: skz x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff. Lots of cute moments.

Synopsis: How you and skz member meet and how it’s been going ever since. (Only dogs or cats as pets)

Chan:

Definitely a Golden retriever. You found Chan late at night, you and your ex boyfriend had gotten into a massive fight and you ran out the house to get a fresh breath of air. While you were walking, the sun had gone down and you ended up at the park. No longer feeling safe to stay out, you also didn’t want to go back to your ex’s place. As you bring your phone out to call your best friend, you kept looking around. Goosebumps trailing up your arm as the chilly wind blew by you. “Hey y/bsf/n, Me and him got in a fight again. I’m at the park and it’s really dark, come pick me up please?” While you were on the phone, you hadn’t realized the Golden dog start approaching you from behind. He had smelled you the second you stepped foot onto the premises. He’s been eating the scraps the kids leave by the tables. Seeing & smelling you intrigued him and he couldn’t help but want to get near you. “Thank you so much! Alright see you then.” As you hanged up, it had started to get pitched black, only the distant light of your neighborhood can be seen.

As you go to turn on the flash, it had flashed onto Chan. Squealing you fall off the bench and flat on your butt. Wincing as the sharp rocks scraped your palm. Chan immediately whines as he didn’t mean to hurt and scare you. With his nose, he nudged your palm for you to open it. Wanting to see how bad your injury was. “It’s alright buddy, see? No blood.” Chan breathes out, the sudden worry slowly dissolving. “You’re pretty cute.” You say as you go to pat his head. Chan couldn’t help but wag his tail, immediately feeling a strong connection between you and him. You knew you couldn’t leave Chan there and when there was no tag you knew you had to take him home. When your best friend came to pick you up, you guys went to the vet which was pretty hard since most of the ones near you were closed. No chip. Chan panicked when you put him back inside the car and started going to the route your best friend takes to get to her place. Not realizing that it was also the route the pound ends up at. Chan felt a strong wave of ptsd washing in and started whining. Barking and scratching the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” Howling as he nuzzled his nose in your neck, in a way begging you not to take him to the pound. That never happened. Now a year later you were in your small apartment with Chan. His bright blue diamond collar around him with his name shined brightly on it. Absolutely loves the time he has spent with you. Everyday is a blessing for him, he’s the comfort you always needed. When you wake up, he immediately gets up as well. When you go to work, he walks you to the door. Looking through the window until you drive out of your parking spot. Spotting you even when you guys are on the third floor. Making sure to park somewhere in his view, the last time you didn’t. You got a complaint about a barking dog 5 minutes after you drove off. When you’re sick, he uses his body heat to keep you warm. When you sleep he makes sure to not make as much noise to not wake you. 250/10 best boy.

Minho:

He’d be a Siamese cat. Now, now. Minho was actually a stray when you found him. His mother got killed by a coyote and his siblings were caught in a fire. He was the only one who survived and he was pretty traumatized, he was always wary with his surroundings and anyone really. Never trusted anyone or anything. When a pack of dogs started chasing him, usually he would fend for himself but given that he was outnumbered and had little to no energy. He used all that he had to run to the nearest house. Fitting himself through the small fence hole as the dogs barked at him. Baring their teeth at him, running inside the small vent the house had that led under the house. Staying there until he was sure no dogs were around. Feeling so tired, he had fallen asleep. He woke up when the slam of a car door was in his ear shot. Smelling the scent of chicken, he peaked his head out and saw you holding a bag of KFC, (if you don’t eat chicken or like KFC then imagine something else haha) His stomach grumbled as he licked his lips.

It’s been almost two days since the last time he had eaten. The rats he had caught had diseases and he really didn’t want to deal with infected rats much less, eat them. As you enter your house, you were engulfed by the hot heat pent up in your house. Opening the windows to let out the hot air and in the cool air, Minho slowly crawled out of his hideout. Peaking his head out to see inside your house. Instantly spotting the bag filled with the delicious chicken he craved dearly. He had a plan, while you were in the room. He’d go in, grab a wing and rush out. But it only backfired when he got in and got carried away by the great smell of the food. Not realizing you had closed the door and windows once cool air got in. Making your way over to the kitchen. Not even hearing your footsteps, he jumps when he hears your voice. Dropping the chicken in his mouth. “Uh...hi.” He hisses at you. Your guys first interaction was a mess. He hissed and threw his paw (with claws out & everything) at you. When you let him out, he quickly ran out. Running until he wasn’t near the house anymore. When he came to a stop, he felt this lonesome feeling in the pit of his stomach. The soft voice of yours ringing in his ear. He felt bad, you were being nothing but nice but he returned your niceness with hisses and scratches. By the next morning, you open your door to get your mail when you see him sleeping on your patio. After 5 months, he was officially named Minho. His grey collar around his neck with your address imprinted on it. Spending most of his time annoying the heck out of you. But you still love him. Sometimes his tree tower gets boring so he results in napping on your lap. When you’re not home he looks out the window. Smirking at the dogs who previously chased him. They’re the same stray dogs running around like wild animals while he had a home. He has amazing food, his water is always cleaned along with a litter box how cool is that?! And he has the best human to love him even when he was cold hearted to them at first. He really was glad that piece of chicken brought him a great home and human.

Changbin:

He’s a Rottweiler for sure. He met you at a dog park, his owner was a 7 year old girl. Terrible owner, she was in a family of seven. Four siblings who were very irresponsible and very ignorant. Poor parents, they were too nice which the kids took advantage of. While the youngest of the family was busy brushing Changbin’s thin fur very aggressively, he looked out to the other dogs. Wishing he was running around freely, ironic how they came to the dog park so he can run around freely and yet he still feels the same way as he always does when he’s back at home, encaged. Trapped. As he was looking at the other dogs, he saw one in particular walk in. Jumping in excitement as it’s tail wagged and looked up at its owner. When looking in the direction the dog was staring at. He froze in his spot. The most beautiful human stood there. As if an angel had appeared before him. Like his inner wild animal had just screamed, ‘MINE’ you really were one of a kind. He didn’t know what to do, but what he did know is that if anyone was going to keep wasting more of his time, it definitely would be you. The little girl got distracted when her mother had called her name. Using this distraction, he got up and jogged his way over. The male dog you came with had ran off in joy. As you were sat on the bench and smiling as Seungmin had joined his usually park pal, Felix. You didn’t realize Changbin had made his way over to you until he sat down in front of you.

“Oh! Hello there! Aren’t you a cutie?” You say as you scratch his chin. Changbin felt his heart flutter, getting up from his spot as he got closer to you. Nuzzling his head over your legs. He didn’t know what came over him, it was wrong. Especially when the human he felt so fondly of already had a pet. Changbin smelled the scent Seungmin left on you, he did all that he can to not growl at the thought of another dog scenting you. He knew that if Seungmin were to find out he would definitely not react nicely to a random dog scenting his human. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you. He wanted to go home with you. Heck, he wanted to befriend Seungmin as well and become one big family. One could only imagine. But things did go for the better. Changbin spent most of his time with you and when you had to leave. You saw the family that pertained to Changbin. Seeing how annoyed the older kids looked and how much the parents weren’t doing anything to keep them from giving attitudes to the dogs that ran past them. You had enough when you saw the girl start tugging on Changbin’s collar practically choking him. Hearing his whines broke your heart. Walking over you got the attention of the parents. “That’s no way to let your daughter treat your dog like that. Don’t you see how much he’s hurting?” The parents already looked frustrated enough that their kids were being brats. The youngest started throwing a fit about how she can’t do anything right. Finally the father had enough and exploded. “You guys are all ungrateful! If this is how you guys are with him then you guys don’t deserve him.” Grabbing his lease and clipping it on his collar he walks over and hands it to you. “Keep him, please. He already looks happier with you, I know you’ll do a better job than we can ever do.” Walking off with his family. You stood there bewildered. Mouth agape, but to Changbin he was thrilled. Tail wagging as his mouth was wide, tongue out in content. Looking up at you with adoration. In the distance, Seungmin and Felix looked at the scene before them. A confused Min wondering what the hell had happened. Adjusting was a bit difficult for Changbin. Don’t get me wrong he loved every second with you but because he scented you over the scent Seungmin left on you. He didn’t exactly have a nice bond with Min. He couldn’t be in the same place as Min without him huffing and walking away. Over time, they had gotten closer. Getting used to the fact that they were now sharing their beloved human. Having the same interests, hobbies, and the number one common thing they shared of them all. The love they have for you. Very protective boy. Now when you guys go back to the dog park, he also befriended Felix. But after a while, he runs back to you and sits by your side. Glaring at any dog who dares get a bit too close to you. Nudging your leg when you scold him for being mean to the other dogs. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as a way for you to forgive him. You can’t resist his eyes and blow a kiss at him as you coo at his adorable self. ‘My human’ he thinks. The flutter in his heart still present.

Hyunjin:

He would be a Norwegian Forest Cat. In all honesty, Hyunjin hated your guts. He didn’t know why. Well actually he did. You see he was your grandmother’s baby boy. He was like her child and let’s just say he was SPOILED. You and your family are pretty wealthy. Most of your cousins grew up to be brats and think just because they have money they get to act however they wanted. Your mother although didn’t want anything to do with the family. Ashamed at how her siblings acted and how that affected their kids. The only family member she kept in touch was your grandmother who she loved dearly. Hyunjin had to face your cousins countless of times. They were either brats and hated his presence or wanted to break and shred his bubble and hug the daylights out of him. Either way, they never treated him properly. All the pampering the maids gave him each morning which was brush his hair, put him his nice outfit for the day. Give him a message and more, all went out the window once your cousins came to treat his relaxing day a living hell. So when you came to visit he only assumed you to be just like them. But your grandmother had fallen very ill. So he couldn’t worry too much about your presence, his only concern was his mama. That was until she passed away. He was devastated when he woke up and she didn’t. And if things couldn’t get worse, the day you visited was the day your grandmother had you promise to take care of her little Jinnie for her. You couldn’t say no to her.

But you were running out of ways to get Hyunjin to like you. Or to at least not to scratch the soul out of you. Not only was he grieving for your grandmother but he had to put up with what he thought was one of the many annoying bratty grand children. In the end, you gave up in making amends with him so you kept your distance. You couldn’t give him up and even if he hated you, you made a promise and you were going to stick to it. You tried to stay out of his way most of the time. Waking up early before he did, you cleaned his water and gave him his food. The fancy kind because your grandmother believed a ‘good’ boy like him deserved more than regular dry food. The money your grandmother had left, was given to you and a portion to Hyunjin as well. It was enough to not have you work for the rest of your life but that wasn’t you. You didn’t want to stop doing what you wanted to pursue simply because of money. You still wanted to go out and do what you loved. So yeah, you kept busy. And when you got a promotion, you had less time spent at home. Hyunjin should’ve been glad. Well, he was. That was until he heard you outside. Peaking through the window he saw you crouched down. Helping a stray cat who pretended to look very ill. Cooing at them, you fed them the last bit of your lunch. Rubbing their back as they purred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why were you petting some random cat and not him? You were barely home and now that you are, all the attention is onto a damn cat that doesn’t live here. He knows it was wrong to think this way but he couldn’t help it. You weren’t the annoying brat he thought you were. You were this sweet angel that did nothing but try to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible. When you entered the house, he felt himself frown when you completely ignored him standing by the door. You didn’t realize this but for the remainder of the day, wherever you went he sorta trailed behind you. Still keeping a distance. When you laid down on your bed, you heard his little meow just as he jumped on the bed. You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. Waiting for a hiss or bite about to strike at you. But it never came, instead he lend out a paw on your arm. No claws clawing your arm. Only the soft fur & pad touching your arm. Inching closer and closer, he climbed on top of you and laid there. You smiled softly at him. Hesitant, but pet his head softly. His tail wagging a bit as he took a nap on your chest. Maybe living with you wasn’t so bad. He still smelled the scent on that other cat so he didn’t forget in stretching so far out that every inch of your chest, stomach and neck got covered in his scent. That atta show that stray to stay away from his human.

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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Curious but, perhaps new Vegas Companions reacting to The courier and their “attempts for the blue star treasure” as the courier call it but no it’s obviously an addition to the sodas in the wasteland.

The courier popped the cap off the bottle, flicked it aside with their finger and drank deeply, finishing the swallow off with a theatrical sigh. "So there I am in Primm, and I've just finished breaking Deputy Beagle out of his bind with the convicts in the Bison Steve Hotel, and he insists on throwing a party at the Vikki & Vance to celebrate. Ruby, gem that she is, hands me a bottle of this stuff and plays it coy about the taste, so I crack it open and there's a blue star underneath the cap. Never seen that before, or at least I don't remember seeing it before, but this guy next to us at the bar gets all excited. Says his name is Malcolm, used to collect the caps with stars, something about a secret, pre-war treasure... sounded like a lure for suckers, but then I come across these two dead travelers outside Nipton that look like they died in a scuffle over the damn things."

They gestured at the full crate of Sunset Sarsaparilla on the counter of the 188 Slop & Shop, which they had just shelled out 100 caps for. "Anyways, now I pick it up whenever I run into it. The Sierra Madre might be a myth, but with stuff like this, you never know. Right?"

Arcade Gannon: Arcade rolled his eyes. "Just what we need. Another reason for someone to track us down and try to kill us."

"Would I ever put you in danger?" the courier asked, rather facetiously.

Arcade pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just promise me we aren't going to get shot over collectibles, and I won't say another word."

"I... cannot promise that."

"Okay." Arcade plucked a bottle of sarsaparilla from the crate and scanned its label. "Carbonated water... well, not anymore... pure cane sugar, of course... yadda yadda yadda... oh, and criminal amounts of safrole. You should not be drinking this."

The courier shrugged. "I've had worse."

Arcade shook the bottle at them. "This will give you cancer."

"Arcade, I've been shot in the head."

"Which explains why you're still drinking it." Arcade tried to grab the open sarsaparilla away from the courier, but they pulled back out of his reach and playfully squared up. "Fine!" he said, throwing his hands up and walking away from the bar.

Craig Boone: Boone watched the courier for a minute, observing the way they were drinking the soda with excessive relish. Finally, he eased a bottle out of the crate and held it up to the sunlight. The courier eyed him suspiciously as he examined it, and they made a small noise of reproach when he twisted its top off.

"No star," he said, holding the cap up so they could see.

As he had expected, the courier barely glanced at the bottlecap and instead focused on the soda itself, which was fizzing slightly. Boone tilted the bottle to and fro, watching with amusement as their eyes followed its path.

When he finally took a sip, the courier groaned and went back to their own bottle.

Lily Bowen: "But dearie, that much soda will rot your teeth!" Lily protested. "Grandma hasn't been able to find you a new toothbrush yet. Why not take the soda home and save it for a special occasion?"

The courier held their bottle of sarsaparilla up in a toast. "Lily, with you, every occasion is special."

"Aww, pumpkin." Lily blushed and squeezed herself onto a stool. "That's very sweet of you. But only two bottles before we move on, okay? We take the rest home."

In response, the courier pulled another bottle out of the crate and slid it over to the super mutant. "Make it three, and you can have this one."

"Dearie, you know I'm watching my figure!"

The courier laughed. "I know, I know. We'll work it off. Go on, all yours."

"Hmmph." Lily picked up the bottle and turned it around, examining the label. "Like nightkin and Stealth Boys, you are."

She twisted the top off, and the two made noises of pleasant surprise at the discovery of a blue star on the bottom of the cap.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "You've got to be careful with that stuff, boss," Raul opined, sliding onto an empty stool and eyeing the crate suspiciously.

"What, because of the treasure hunters?"

"Ay, no." The ghoul shook his head. "El refresco. Don't know what they put in it, but half the continent used to drink it. That stuff spread faster than Nuka-Cola, and Nuka-Cola knew it. Tried to buy Sunset, then when that didn't work, they tried to make their own version."

The courier perked up at that. "Nuka-Cola made sarsaparilla? I've never seen it."

"Me neither, but I've heard tell it's out there." Raul sighed and leaned over the counter, arms crossed. "Nuka-Buzz, or something? No, no, it'll come to me... Wild. Nuka-Cola Wild."

"Huh." The courier took another swig of the soda, clearly trying to cover up their sudden interest. "Know where I might get some?"

"Nah." Raul looked at them sideways. "But you're not gonna find any star caps on them anyway, right?"

"Oh yeah. Right."

"Híjole, Six. You've got a problem."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Uh, no? No, I know exactly what's up with stuff like this." Cass put her hands on her hips and glared at the courier. "Sam and Michelle just took you for a ride on those things, that's what's up. How many're in there, 24 bottles? Fewer at the rate you're suckin' 'em down, but 100 caps for 24 bottles is downright criminal. Over four caps per head, and you're not even getting a decent return of 24 caps if you're saving the ones with little blue stars on them! But let's be honest here, Six."

The courier threw a hand out in defensive exasperation. "I am being honest, Cass! It's for a-"

"Mmm, uh-uh." Cass shook her head violently and crossed her arms. "You're not that stupid, you have decent enough business sense from what I've seen. What you've got going is the same song and dance I do when the bartender's pouring generous rounds. Just own it, Six."

"Oh come on, that's not the same-"

"I don't wanna hear it." Cass hopped onto a stool and shoved the crate of soda as far away from her as she could get it. "Sam, get back here and bring me a glass of something that'll put me in a more forgiving mood. On their tab."

Veronica Santangelo: "Wrong." Veronica sighed and sat down next to the courier. "You know how far we are from the Strip?"

"Not really?"

"Give or take a few, 26 miles." The Scribe frowned. "Meaning, if you want to drag that crate home with you, we have to carry it 26 miles through the desert, protecting it from cazadores, coyotes, Fiends, and if your story's at all true, rabid treasure hunters. I don't know about you, but I'm not about to risk my life for a box of flat sarsaparilla."

"But it's not flat." The courier handed her their drink to inspect. "Not completely. I don't know where Michelle dug it up, but she found a good batch."

"I don't know," Veronica replied, peering down the bottle's neck. "Can't really tell without getting a better look. What if I..."

She made as if to pour the soda out onto the ground, and the courier squeaked and tried to grab it back. Veronica held it out of their reach and smirked. "So it's not really about the caps, is it? Because if it was, we could just empty these all and save ourselves the trouble of hauling it."

"Veronica, please."

"Fine." Veronica handed the drink back. "But I want three bottles for myself. You can keep the caps."

ED-E: ED-E beeped in general agreement with the courier's story and accepted the new load, lowering itself slightly so they could pack up the bottles. By the time the courier was done, the bottle they had been drinking was empty. With a shrug, the courier pocketed the cap- starless, ED-E noted- and plucked another from the crate, causing the eyebot to bob and adjust.

Rex: The cyberdog sniffed the bottle the courier offered them and sneezed, narrowly missing the contents. They snatched it back with a chuckle and went on drinking. Rex curled up at the base of their stool, yawned, and went to sleep. By the time he woke up again, the crate was down to 20 full bottles, and the courier was giggly from the pre-war sugar.

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slytherin-s1ut · 4 years

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Lonely - Ron Weasley

Pairing - Ron Weasley x reader

Summary - It’s the night of the Yule Ball, you think you’re the only one lonely but find out you’re mistaken.

Note - hi I know this isn’t that good but Ron has me star struck rn thanks bye

Edit - and I added this song bc it was my inspo when I wrote it there’s also a Tik tok with this song and a girl with Ron and it lives in my head rent free if I find it I will share thanks everyone xx

You sat in the corner, admiring all the beautiful dresses that went across the floor of Hogwarts. You took a deep breath and sighed, continuing to drink your butterbeer. Deep down, you knew you should have stuck with your gut and stayed in your dorm tonight, it would have been much better than sitting in the corner dreaming about a man sweeping you across the floor. You cursed Luna for talking you into coming. Of course she was excited, she had a date. Of course, Hermione was excited, she also had a date. They assured you that you would have fun, but also abandoned you as soon as the ball began. Of course, you couldn’t be angry with them they were enjoying themselves and you loved seeing your two closest friends having such a swell time. But you wished you could do the same. Finally, you saw your friend Harry Potter and his date Parvati Patil. You smiled lightly and waved, they both dashed over to you. You stopped to look behind them, wondering where the spunky red head Ron Weasley was tonight. You had hopped to see him, even if it was with Padma Patil. Parvati instantly complimented you and your beautiful dress and hair.

“Thank you Parvati, you do as well. Where is Ron and your sister tonight? I thought they would be coming together.” She smiled, taking a sip of butterbeer Harry held for her. Harry chimes in.

“Padma said she wasn’t feeling well, Ron walked her back to her room,” Harry said, your heart sank. You couldn’t help but think of the things they were doing. How you wished it was Ron Weasley walling you to your dorm, taking care of you. “I don’t know if he will come after he gets her to bed. He didn’t really say.” Harry said, slightly smiling. He knew you liked Ron, by his quietness you figured feelings were not returned or Harry was just a damn good friend.

“Where is your date? You look stunning! They’d be an idiot to leave you alone!” Parvati asked, moving her body to the music. You forced a smile.

“Ah. I didn’t have one. I came because of Luna and Hermione.” She frowned, feeling the disappointment.

“Well love, anyone would be lucky to dance with you. Just remember that.” She smiled, hugging you. “You can always come dance with us!” She blurted, grabbing Harry’s hand. You chuckled.

“Thank you for the offer, but I don’t want to be a burden. I think I’ll return to my dorm for the night.” You smiled, deciding to get up and get another drink before your tears come down your face. You thought about Ron, telling yourself as long as he was happy it didn’t matter who he was with. You finally returned to your seat, still observing everyone laughing and dancing. You couldn’t help but feel a sting. While you were in your thoughts, you felt someone throw themselves down beside you. Thankfully, you didn’t spill your drink all over you. You looked to your side, ready to cuss the idiot who startled you when you saw Ron. He smiled and held his drink up for a cheers.

“What are you doing here by your lonesome (y/n)? Why aren’t you out dancing?” You laughed, looking down at your cup.

“Ron I don’t have a date. I’m gonna head to my dorm in a bit.” He was stunned.

“You mean to tell me none of these bloody fools asked you out?”

“No Ron, I’d be dancing if they did. How’s Padma, is she feeling better?”

“She wasn’t really sick, darling.” You looked at him confused.

“What?” He put his arm around you and smiled.

“Before I explain, tell me I look nice in my outfit. Lots of these cockroaches have been giving me a hard time.” You smiled, pulling at one of the ruffles that were attached.

“You look handsome Weasley.”

“Thank you, someone gets its!” He exclaimed, “Now, Padma knew I had liked you. I was going with her as a favor to Harry but she knew it wasn’t what I wanted. She told me she wasn’t interested in things like this and for me to get the girl I wanted.” You were shocked that Ron had felt the same about you.

“Ron.” You whispered, he leaned in kissing you. He was so gentle, running his finger tips across your cheek.

“Come on darling, let’s dance.”

#ron weasley #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy #luna lovegood #hermione granger #neville longbottom #blaze zabini #severus snape #albus dumbledore #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley imagine

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ghstandpucks · 4 years

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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch. 6

aHey everyone! I hope you are all doing well and staying safe and healthy! I had fun writing this chapter, though it is kind of a filler to get the story where I want to go. I hope you all enjoy it!

Also shout out to @avsfans95, @pumpkinpatchmakar, and @silkybiscuit for your kind words and tags when you reblog. I love reading them and I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the story!

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The Avs won the game against the Coyotes 3 to 1, with Nate scoring the final goal for the Avs. You had been standing on the bench between Tyson and J. T. when he scored and almost bounced right off of it in your excitement. Thankfully Tyson was mindful enough to grab your arm and then help you down before you twisted an ankle. When Nate got back to the bench, he gave you a huge smile that made butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. You wanted to run over to him but knew that would not look professional, so you settled on tapping his shoulder pads like you did earlier after Andre had scored. When the game ended, you waited outside the locker room while the team showered and changed. Coach Bednar stepped out of the room to find where you had gone off to, as he thought you would like to accompany him and a few of the players to their post-game interviews. “You did great today Y/N. Nice call with Burkakovsky’s goal,” he complimented you.

“Thanks Coach. I’m glad I was able to help,” you smiled. Bednar smiled and nodded, then looked at you thoughtfully for a minute.

“Just do me a favor and be careful when you stand on the bench. I already have to worry about my players getting hurt, I don’t need to worry about you too,” he chuckled. You laughed and nodded back.

“Of course. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have done that…” you tried to apologize, but were cut off.

“I didn’t say that. I’m just asking you to be careful is all.” Bednar clarified. “If that’s what you need to do to get your voice out there then go ahead. Gabe has already told the guys to look out for you. You have definitely won them over Coach Y/L/N.” You smiled, and then followed Bednar as he motioned for you to come along to the interviews. When you got there, you stood in the back with him watching Gabe, Andre, and Nate take their seats. They were the three that scored today, so you assumed that’s why they were being interviewed. The questions came at them, from how they thought their team was going to perform this year, how off-season training went, and what they were looking forward to this season. They all answered in a way that left you in awe of the three large men, Gabe obviously charming everyone in sight, both women and men. Then a question came up that you did not expect.

“How is it having a figure skater as a coach?” a male reporter asked with a snicker. You could feel your face flush, slightly unnerved by his tone. You knew there were people opposed to the presence of figure skaters on the team as soon as the idea went public, but you weren’t thinking of the questions that would be asked to the players about it. You also did not miss the way Nate’s eyes shot straight back to you, his jaw becoming slightly tense at the question. Gabe was the first to answer.

“Coach Y/L/N has been a great addition to our team. She is highly skilled and has an eye for details that I think as hockey players we don’t always notice. She is also the reason we first got on the scoreboard today, so we are very thankful to have her.” Gabe stated with no room for interpretation. You smiled thankfully at him and he nodded slightly. Nate relaxed a bit, not realizing how protective he felt over you until that question came up. He could hear Gabe’s words from the game in the back of his mind, and he knew he was screwed.

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Once back at the hotel, mostly everyone retired to their rooms as the team had an early flight to San Jose for a game the following day. You had showered and changed into a pair of leggings and your Team USA sweatshirt when you heard low voices and a knock on your door. Curious as to who it could be, you looked out the peep hole before swinging the door open laughing at the sight in front of you. Tyson and Cale were standing there with what looked like every potato chip bag they could get out of the vending machine and happy smiles. You looked at them suspiciously. “Can I help you guys?”

“We’re trying to figure out what chips are the best and since there is only two of us we need another judge. And since you are a coach, we figured you might be impartial,” Tyson explained.

“What if I pick a different flavor than either of you?” You asked, leaning on your doorframe.

“Then we all argue but we get to eat the chips in the process,” Cale countered.

“So?” Tyson asked, nodding toward your room. You huffed but giggled, opening your door for the both of them to walk through. Tyson dropped all the chips onto the bed, sitting on the edge while Cale pulled over the desk chair. You leaned against the head board, your knees to your chest and looked at everything they brought. “You know what would be fun, if we Instagram lived this,” Tyson said taking out his phone. You looked at Cale and laugh as he just stared at Tyson.

“I just want to eat the chips,” Cale mumbled.

“You are so weird,” you laughed.

“Coach, be quiet so I can make introductions,” Tyson said back, and you threw a bag of chips at the back of his head as he started talking. “I’m with Cale and our coach, Y/N Y/L/N who is a rude person and just threw a bag of chips at me…Yes she is the Olympic figure skater. She’s not as nice as she seems people, she made Nate skate laps the other day,” he panned his phone toward you and you just shrugged. He kept asking you and Cale questions from the chat as you all passed the bags of chips around, voting on ones you liked better over the others. You were almost in hysterics at Cale throwing a few chips at Tyson over a disagreement on the better flavor when your phone chimed next to you. You opened it to see that Nate had text you.

Nate: Was I not invited? You laughed and went to text him back when another message came in from him. Don’t laugh at me! You looked up and saw that you were in the corner of Tyson’s live feed.

Y/N: Do you feel left out? You teased him.

“Who are you texting Coach? You look all happy,” Tyson called you out.

“It’s none of your business Tyson,” you said, then felt a new bag of chips hit you straight in the face. “You are such a pain in the ass!” you laughed as Tyson faked shock. Cale doubled over as Tyson turned back to his phone.

“I told you people she’s not as nice as she seems!”

“He’s not that great either!” you yelled from your spot on the bed, picking your phone back up.

Y/N: Come save me?

Nate: Burky and I are on our way. Want anything? You smiled again, thankful Tyson and Cale were distracted by the chips and answering random questions.

Y/N: I’m good. No more chips though lol

Around 10 minutes later there was a knock on your door. Cale got up to answer it as he was the closest. You smiled as Nate and Andre walked in. Andre grabbed a bag of chips and sat on the floor while Nate made his way over to you, handing you a Minute Maid pink lemonade. “You remembered,” you said quietly, scooting over so Nate could sit next to you. He gave you a small smile. Of course he remembered you liked pink lemonade, beside water and orange juice it’s the only other thing to drink in your fridge at all times. The guys might give him crap for being unobservant, but he pays more attention to you than anyone knew.

More chips were passed around, no one agreeing on what was better. Eventually Tyson grew tired of Instagram Live and turned it off, but not before a few questions came in as to why you were sitting so close to Nate. You hadn’t thought about it. Sitting cross legged, your right knee was resting on the top of his thigh as his legs were stretched out on the bed. Both of you had grown use to some sort of physical contact when you were around each other that it simply didn’t phase you. Apparently though, some people were too observant for their own good. Knowing Nate was more of a private person though, and not really knowing himself what was going on between the two of you (though he did speculate there had to be something), Tyson fielded the questions by either laughing them off or not acknowledging them.

“You guys, I never want to see a potato chip again,” you whined, leaning into Nate an hour later. It was around midnight at this point and you were ready for bed. Nate chuckled and patted your leg.

“Yeah this wasn’t my smartest idea,” Tyson said, falling back onto the bed.

“Which idea has been?” Andre chirped him. Tyson reached up and grabbed a pillow, nailing Andre with it.

“Hey don’t throw my pillows,” you mumbled, grabbing another pillow and smacking Tyson with it. He went to throw it back at you, but Nate stuck his arm in front of you and got it away from Tyson. Half an hour later the guys all started gathering their trash, mostly because you threatened them with more laps if they left your room dirty. You said goodnight to Tyson, Cale and Andre, walking to the door with Nate following you. As the guys walked out, Nate hung back a second.

“I’ll come by tomorrow morning. I think we’re getting the continental breakfast before heading to the airport,” he said in a low tone, mostly so the guys couldn’t eavesdrop in the hallway. You nodded, vaguely aware that he was taking too long in the room, but also not caring entirely. Would it really be that bad if the team knew something was going on? Nate leaned forward and kissed your cheek, causing your face to turn bright red. “Sleep well Y/N.”

“Goodnight Nate,” you whispered, closing the door behind him. Nate walked out into the hallway to find Tyson casually waiting a few feet away while Andre and Cale were walking. Tyson motioned to the now shut door.

“You and coach?” he asked. Nate kept a straight face and walked past him.

“It’s none of your business,” Nate said, and Tyson’s jaw dropped.

“She was texting you earlier! I thought there was something there. I mean you did bring her hiking with us…” Tyson rambled walking next to Nate.

“Again, it is none of your business,” Nate said, giving Tyson a look that quieted the younger man.

That next morning you had your bags all packed by the time Nate came knocking on your door. He grabbed your hand and you walked to the elevator. Dropping it again before you got out of the elevator, you had breakfast with the team. After eating, everyone loaded onto the bus and headed to the airport. Landing in San Jose that afternoon, the team checked in and everyone went about their own business, getting ready for the game later that night. A short while later you were standing in the tunnel with everyone about to take the ice when you heard a familiar voice. “Is that my little Y/N?” You turned around with a big smile.

“Brian!” You ran over to the bald older man and gave him a hug.

“What about me?” A female popped out from behind him.

“Kristie!” you gave her a hug also. The figure skating coaches for the Sharks started to tell you about their experiences. Yeah, you were good friends with Olympians Brian Boitano and Kristie Yamaguchi. “Wait so are you both coaching tonight? I thought you were taking turns with the team?” you asked them.

“I’m coaching tonight. Kristie is just here,” Brian said.

“Bret and I came to see the game because I wanted to see you,” Kristie filled you in. She was married to former pro hockey player Bret Hedican. “How is everything going for you though? Congrats on the win last night!” You smiled at them.

“Thank you. It’s been good! I’ve been enjoying working with them.”

“Is there a reason why number 29 keeps looking over here to check on you?” Brian asked in a lower tone with a chuckle. You turned around and caught Nate’s eyes, smiling softly and waving him over.

“No. I think they’re just becoming protective of me,” you said off handed. Kristie gave you a knowing look though. She was married to a hockey player after all. Nate walked up beside you, and you introduced him to the two figure skaters. He shook their hands and smiled as you said how much you admired them growing up. After that it was time to get ready to head out of the tunnel, and you said your goodbyes to your friends. But not before Brian turned to Kristie, telling her he needed to try something.

“You’re going down Y/L/N!” he shouted down the hallway. You turned around quickly.

“Bring it Boitano!” Brian laughed and ran back toward you, giving you a high five and running back off to his team. You laughed and turned back toward your team, a few of the guys staring at you.

“Please never do that again Coach. You need to learn how to chirp better,” Tyson teased you. You rolled your eyes dramatically and followed the guys out of the tunnel. It was fun being able to see Brian coach his team during the game. You also saw his horrified face after you stood on the bench for the first time that game. Nothing was wrong though, EJ had put his arm up behind you so you wouldn’t fall. The game ended, 2-1 Avs. During the last period you told Kadri how to switch up his footwork and he scored. You knew how Brian and Kristie skated, so you were able to modify and work around it. Also, the fact that the team trusted you enough to make the changes you suggested made you extremely happy.

After the interviews ended and you had said one last goodbye to Brian and Kristie, you boarded the bus with everyone and headed to the airport. Since the flight wasn’t too long, the team was scheduled for a red eye to get everyone back home to Denver before their home opener in four days. You had settled into your seat after takeoff, earbuds in listening to some music and staring out the window when you felt someone sit next to you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Nate siting there with his own earbuds in. “It’s too crowded back there,” he said quietly when you took one of your earbuds out. You nodded, and threw the other half of your blanket over his lap. From years of traveling, you always brought a blanket with you. He smiled and grabbed your hand under the blanket, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he reclined the seat a bit and closed his eyes. You could only imagine how tired the team must be. You casually turned back to the window, relaxing into what was left of your two in a half hour flight.

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katrinawritesthings · 3 years

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jonghyun / taemin; it's real big…; PG

summertime stargazing…

for summer of shinee 2021 : )

A second later, it's very bright as Jonghyun taps the light in the ceiling of the car. Taemin grunts, bringing his hands up to shield himself from the light like a vampire. He very much disappreciates Jonghyun’s quiet chuckles. On the other hand, he very much does appreciate Jonghyun’s hand, warm and soft on his thigh.

“I didn't think you would wake up,” he says. “Sorry. I wanted to look at the stars.”

Taemin wakes up when the truck jostles him all around.

It's a gentle jostling, so he's not panicked or anything, but he still rubs his face blearily and makes an inarticulate noise of question as he comes back into consciousness. Jonghyun says something back that he doesn't understand with his sleepy ears.

He pushes himself up, his sweaty cheek sticking and peeling slowly off of the window, and tries to blink his surroundings into focus, to figure out where they are. It doesn't work; everything in front of him is dark like his eyes are still closed. It's only when he frowns and looks down that he sees the little lights of the dashboard and radio lit up, sees the time. 3 in the morning.

“Wuh?” he asks. Looking back up and out of the windshield, a lonely pair of headlights rolls past their stopped truck and gets swallowed up by the darkness. He knows that they're definitely not at Jonghyun’s mom's house yet, because they weren't supposed to get there until another, like, five hours of driving. Also because they're in the middle of nowhere on a dark country highway. “Why'd we stop?” he asks Jonghyun, his voice a hoarse whisper. He squints at the driver's seat, trying to define where Jonghyun’s outline is in the darkness.

“I didn't think you would wake up,” he says. “Sorry. I wanted to look at the stars.”

“Muh,” Taemin says. Buh. Sure. That makes sense, he guesses. Space gay and all of that. He scrubs his palms into his eyes, flaking away sleep crusties, while Jonghyun tells him that he'll be right back. Then the sound of a car door opening, a rush of hot summer night breeze, the sound of the car door closing. Taemin sits there blearily in the car and watches Jonghyun’s silhouette walk around to the back of the truck. Then, in the rearview mirror, he watches Jonghyun clamber into the truck bed, feels his weight and movement shift the whole car until he gets settled.

Shifting his gaze down a few inches, Taemin watches the darkness. In the light of the crescent moon, with his eyes adjusting more and more the longer he keeps them open, he can make out the shapes of trees and bushes dotting the plains on the other side of the road. The wind rustles through them, shaking their leaves and branches. It makes them look alive, their forms just shapeless and blurry enough to have him thinking that they could uproot themselves from the ground and start walking around.

Or maybe like something could spring out of them, big and wild and never before seen by anyone else. Like a monster, or a cryptid, or maybe even just a coyote or something. That would be cool, too, Taemin guesses, if not as exciting as it could be.

Back in the rearview mirror, he can see just the top of Jonghyun's pink hair, and passed him, a pair of headlights emerging from the darkness and getting closer. The car comes up fast, and then passes, and Taemin follows it with his eyes back in front until it disappears once again. He wonders who they are, and where they're going, and if it would ever occur to them to stop on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and look up at the stars.

He wonders if it would ever occur to anyone but Jonghyun. He's sure that it has to. He's sure that Jonghyun isn't the only space gay with the same flavor of impulsive patience. With the sudden and unavoidable urge to just take a minute. To stop and smell the flowers, except the flowers are the stars.

Or something. Taemin isn't too sure why he's trying to think right now. He's not that great at it while he's awake, and now that he's half asleep, he can barely follow one train of concrete thought, let alone abstracts and hypotheticals. And now that he's thinking about how tired he is, a ferocious yawn opens up his throat. He covers it with the back of his hand, and then rests his hand against the window and his head on top of it. He'll try to go back to sleep.

And he'll try, and he'll try; but now that he's here, awake, it's not going to happen. It never works when he tries to put himself to sleep. He always just does it by accident. That's how he fell asleep earlier – one minute he was watching the sunset, counting the lines of the road as they zoomed underneath him, listening to the soft playlist Jonghyun put on the radio, and the next, he was out.

He squints open his eyes again and reaches for the radio. Jonghyun paused the playlist when he got out, but he'll put it back on. Jonghyun won't mind missing a couple of songs.

Except, when he reaches for the buttons, the display screen on the dashboard cuts to black. The car has been off too long and now it won't come back until Jonghyun finishes outside and starts the car again. Taemin frowns at the screen, then closes his eyes again, sighing slow through his parted lips. Maybe a story. Maybe an adventure about a weird little shadow creature creeping around the road in the middle of the night. Maybe it's hungry, and maybe it's always wanted to try devouring one of the cars that it always sees rushing past, never stopping, never giving it any opportunities. Maybe –

Maybe another car, coming down the road in front of him this time, blaring light even through Taemin's closed eyelids until he's grumbling and rubbing his palms into them.

Taemin knows what he needs. What he needs to actually get back to sleep, what always works. He knew it from the start, and now he's just faced with the prospect of expending the energy to do it.

In the rearview mirror, Jonghyun's pink hair blows gently in the wind. Taemin watches that for a minute, psyching himself up. Then he struggles clumsily with his seatbelt for another minute, then gets out himself and shuffles over to join him.

It's the same temperature outside as it was inside, but the summer breeze disrupts his body temperature as he clambers into the truck bed and makes him wish he had a jacket. He folds himself into Jonghyun’s side instead, wrapping an arm around his waist and letting Jonghyun sling his arm around his shoulders, trying to soak up some of his warmth. He yawns big and wide against the side of Jonghyun’s head, then presses a little kiss to his hair.

He thinks about saying you're really cute, or you smell good, or I love you, but he can't really find his voice after having just woken up. He knows that Jonghyun knows that he's thinking all of those things anyway.

As if reading Taemin’s thoughts, Jonghyun squeezes him close and nuzzles their heads together, saying, “I love you too.”

Taemin smiles, warm in his heart.

"I was actually thinking about bothering you to join me in a minute," Jonghyun continues conversationally, his voice smooth and low like it is when he's at work on the local radio. "I don't know, every time I look in front of me instead of up, I just keep thinking something's going to come out of one of those bushes. Spooky. It's making me anxious.” He shivers, his entire body jostling Taemin.

Laughing through his nose, Taemin drops just low enough to kiss Jonghyun's temple. He doesn't tell Jonghyun that he was just thinking the same thing and taking it further by imagining that whatever came out of the darkness would be itching to devour them. Instead, he wraps his arm more around his shoulders, offering himself up to be comfort and protection against the near darkness underneath the far darkness. Jonghyun smooches his jaw back.

Comfortable now, Taemin figures it wouldn't hurt to take a minute or two away from trying to fall back asleep to join Jonghyun in his stargazing. He turns his eyes up to the sky, up to the stars.

There are a lot of them. With no city lights, no street lamps, not even the car headlights on to ruin the view, the entire sky is just a wide expanse of black with infinite little tiny pinpricks of light.

Sooooo many. So many tiny little stars. So many stars that are actually huge, giant, exponentially larger than him. Exponentially larger than even the whole planet. So far away that his brain can't even comprehend the distance. He thinks back to a video he watched one time that kept zooming farther and farther out into the universe, shrinking down stars and planets and celestial giants and galaxies.

It's when he starts feeling the tingling in his fingertips that he remembers that when he watched that video it gave him a panic attack. It made him feel too too too small. Tiny and minuscule and Infinitesimal. Not unimportant or anything, just. Too small in a universe that's way too big.

Overwhelmed, he might say, if the casual definition of the word meant that he can physically feel the entire infinite scope of the cosmos as a bulging lump in his throat, can acutely sense the endless expanse of unimaginable universes as a huge ball chasing him down a narrow hallway short enough that he can see it and his own end barreling closer and closer by the second.

Looking up at all of the stars just now like this makes him feel the exact same way. He decides, after another couple of seconds, that he really doesn't like this. He turns into Jonghyun, throwing his other arm around his waist and burying his face in his shoulder. Jonghyun makes a little noise of surprise, then tsks and coos and pets his hair.

“Sleepy?” he asks. Taemin shakes his head. He is, but that's not his problem.

“Space is too big,” he grumbles. He doesn't elaborate. He and Jonghyun have had this conversation before. While they both agree that space is too big, where Taemin hates it, Jonghyun loves it. He has a thing for feeling small. He also has the incredible ability to look up at the stars and just think that they're pretty instead of about being crushed under the weight of everything in existence.

“You keep looking,” Taemin adds into Jonghyun’s shirt. “I'll nap. And then I'll drive a little bit so you can nap.” The plan was for Jonghyun to drive the whole time, but Taemin knows that he'll want to spend time with his mom and his sister as soon as they get there and he won't be able to do that if he's tired from driving.

“You sure?” Jonghyun asks. He punctuates the end of his question with another kiss to Taemin’s head. Taemin wiggles a little, squeezing him close, nudging his jawline with the top of his head to get more kisses just because he wants them. Then he nods and hums out a little noise of affirmation. He's sure. “Okay,” Jonghyun smiles. Taemin can hear it in his voice.

Then, “here,” Jonghyun says, and suddenly he's moving in Taemin’s arms. Standing up, leaving; but not even for a long enough time that Taemin opens his eyes to see. He gets up and then sits right back down between Taemin’s legs, leaning back against his chest, snuggling under his chin. He takes Taemin’s hands and wraps them around his waist, laces their fingers together.

Taemin holds him, and as he drifts slowly back to sleep, he feels warm, and he feels loved, and he feels big.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #pg #fluff #oneshot #ydw #: )#Taemin is me and I am him lamo

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sammystep · 3 years

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No One Lives Forever- CH6

(AO3 link)

Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU

[From the beginning- CH1]

Jotaro is woken up by the gentle rays of the sun shining through the only window of the room, feeling not necessarily more well rested than usual but calmer. Contented. You are still asleep when he turns to face you. Neither of you had moved much during the night but he’s surprised your hands are still linked together on top of the blankets. He takes a second to decide if he really wants to be awake right now, he’s not used to feeling happy to wake up next to someone else. But ultimately, he’s not tired enough to fall back to sleep and it feels creepy to just stare at someone while they sleep. So, he carefully separates his hand from yours and gets ready for the day.

Exiting the attached bathroom after finishing his morning routine he sees that you’ve also woken up. Well maybe ‘awake’ isn’t the right word. You’re sitting up in the bed but he can’t see if your eyes are even open with how low your head is hanging, your hair obscuring your face. You seem to sense him getting closer and lift your head, only one eye open and squinting at him. Jotaro can’t help the chuckle that slips past his lips, it seems you are not much of a morning person.

“It’s still early. Go back to sleep.”

You have no arguments to this. With a sigh and a flop, you move yourself to the center of the bed and curl all the blankets and sheets around you. Jotaro catches a mumbled “OK. Thanks,” as he picks up his half-torn hat from the night stand and leaves the room.

He’s not surprised to see that Avdol and Kakyoin are already awake and enjoying the start of their day in peace and quiet, counting down the moments till Polnareff and Joseph wake up. Hmm, he should have warned them to be quiet before he went to bed last night. Then again, he didn’t really stick around after dinner to talk things out with his pack. The blood rushes to his cheeks and he tilts his head down so the brim of his hat can shield him. Good grief, they must think he’s some love-struck pup. One girl shows up and he drops all responsibilities to follow after her…

“Ah! Jotaro!” Joseph doesn’t exactly shout at him, but it’s close as the older man walks down the hall, Polnareff following behind him. “Good to see you’re up! You disappeared on us last night.”

“Well can you blame him? Who wants to hang out with us when there is a pretty girl in your bed?”

Jotaro growls a bit at Polnareff, “Don’t be perverted. Both of you knock it off.”

“Easy son, we’re just kidding. Right Pol?” Joseph elbows the platinum blond hard in the stomach. It was one thing for him to tease his grandson, but Pol had a habit of taking things too far. Better to nip this in the bud before they get into a real fight over it. Pol wheezes out a half-hearted apology and Joseph turns back to Jotaro with a more serious look in his eye.

“All joking aside, we do need to discuss this. As a pack.”

Jotaro nods and gestures for the other two men to make their way to the lounge. Once everyone is seated Joseph begins, “So. As exciting as yesterday was, we need to do some damage control and planning. We need to figure out if this was just a rogue group or if they had purpose for being this far out away from towns.”

“Avdol said (y/n)’s wounds were from small shot, and not a killing blow.” Kakyoin added, “But the pellets were silver. Someone was hunting wolves specifically. And planning on taking them captive.”

“We need more information. I’ll lead Polnareff and Gramps back to where I left the hunters. We can see if there are any more clues to who they were.” Jotaro stands as he announces the plan, “Kakyoin, Avdol. Hold down the fort here. I’m trusting you two with…”

“Ah, I see how it is. You don’t want me around for my amazing tracking skills- non! You just don’t want two, what did you call us? Perverts? Around the little lady.”

With a sigh, Joseph starts forcibly pushing Polnareff out the front door. “We’ll be outside Jotaro. Someone needs a lesson on what is appropriate to joke about so early in the morning.” The front door closes with a slam and a muffled smack is heard soon after.

Jotaro shakes his head and exhales loudly out his nose. “Well, he’s half right. Except I do need his tracking skills for this.” He catches the smirks from the remaining two men. “We won’t be too far out I don’t think. Howl if anything goes wrong, we’ll keep an ear out.”

“Same to you. Good luck finding what you need.” Avdol bids him farewell and Kakyoin gives a small wave farewell as Jotaro joins the other two outside.

Polnareff is holding the back of his head and looking more downcast than when he was inside, the older alpha must have dished out some discipline to the younger man. “Hey, Jotaro. No hard feelings, right? I was only joking.”

“It’s fine. This whole situation just has me on edge. Just… don’t.”

“Ah, no worries mon amie! I promise I won’t make anymore jokes about our new packmate.”

“New packmate? Hmm. We’ll need to discuss that later. First things first.” Jotaro motioned with a nod to the forest in front of them. “I’ll take lead getting us there. I left them by the lake but think we need to bring some shovels just in case. That ecosystem can’t handle all of the bodies at once.”

Gathering up some shovels and rope the three men made their way into the forest, backtracking the smell of blood past an outcropping of rocks then turning sharply to the south. The trip took about a half hour on foot, covering up the blood trail as they went to prevent any nosy hikers or forestry department personnel from following it. Finally, they reached their destination, not far from the clearing where you first saw Jotaro in his beastly form.

The remains from the four werewolf hunters were scattered over the forest floor, and although Jotaro had been fast at dispatching them, he was also brutal. Savage bites and claw marks indicated that all four were assuredly dead before Jotaro left them, none of them had bled out. Small scavengers had already made a meal out of the easy pickings, by the scent of the trail it must have been a few coyotes.

Polnareff goes up to the nearest body and starts rummaging in the pockets, Jotaro and Joseph follow his lead. Gathering wallets, extra ammo, and gear they bring what they find to a clear spot not to far away, making sure to keep the belongings separated according to which body they were found on as per Polnareff’s instructions.

As Jotaro searches through the pockets of the last hunter, something seems off to him about this body. None of the others had smelled like anything supernatural, the opposite; they had smelled just of silver and wolfbane. “Gramps, Pol. Come take a look at this one. Or a smell I should say.” The other two meet him at the side of the corpse. “You guys ever smell something like that? It’s not coming from him, more like he touched something and it stuck to him.”

“Hmm, that is weird. He doesn’t have any gear that is giving off that smell, does he?” Joseph crouches down to get a better look at the man. “Pol? Hey Pol, snap out of it!”

Polnareff seems to be in shock from the scent that is clinging to the dead hunter, “I… I know that smell. I had hoped to never catch a whiff of him again!”

“You know it? Well spit it out man!” Joseph shouts, impatient with the younger man’s stalling.

“I met him years before I joined this pack. He called himself DIO!” Polnareff exclaims before grabbing Joseph by the shoulders, “That man; he’s pure evil. I’ve never met another creature like him before or since!”

“You said DIO? That can’t be! How would he have…” Joseph’s eyes go wide as he shouts back in Polnareff’s face, “OH MY GOD! That slimy son of a bitch! After all these years! All these centuries!”

“Old man, what are you talking about?” Jotaro basically pries Polnareff’s hands from his grandpa, both men so distracted that they don’t notice. “Who the hell is DIO?”

“I… I don’t know where to begin! Polnareff is right, he’s the living incarnation of evil! My grandfather, Jonathan, was killed by that bastard! And my father as well by his devoted followers!” Joseph clenches his fists and grits his teeth, “He is the enemy of all Joestars!”

“Hold on old man, you are saying that this guy, DIO, killed your grandpa? How do you even know he’s talking about the same guy? It’d be impossible for it to be him,” Jotaro looks between Polnareff and Joseph, “look, we will talk about this more at the cabin. For right now we need to focus. Besides the weird smell that may- or may not- be this mythical DIO guy, what else do we have to go on?”

Joseph takes a deep breath and collects himself, Polnareff however remains on edge as the cloying stink of magic remains in the air. “You’re right son, you’re right. Ok, the guy over there had his wallet on him. Just his ID, some credit cards and some cash.” Joseph pulls out the items one by one from the wallet, replacing the cards and cash and keeping the ID out to look at.

Polnareff regains his focus and takes a closer look at the ID. Pulling out the wallets and IDs from the other hunters he studies each one. “The addresses, they are all from the boroughs around the city. Except smelly guy here, he’s from Jersey.”

“Gramps, hold onto those. We can do some research when we get back. Anything else?” Joseph nods to Jotaro and holds out some of the ammo collected from the hunter’s gear.

“Found extra shot on them, its all silver by the smell.”

“And I found this on the other guy over there.” Polnareff holds out a thin strap, made of some kind of flexible plastic with a large protruding box fitted to it. “It looks like it has a clasp. I’m going to see if I can get it working.” As Polnareff clicks together the clasp the box device beeps loudly in the stillness of the forest. A puff of air is released right before a static shock emits from the prongs hidden on the inside of the box. Quickly, Polnareff drops it to avoid being shocked and steps back. “Uggh. I think I’m gonna be sick. Smells like… concentrated wolfsbane.”

Once the initial shock is discharged Jotaro quickly unclasps the collar and deactivates the device. “We’ll take this stuff back with us, let Avdol and Kakyoin have a look. See if (y/n) recognizes any of them from their ID’s.” Surveying the area quickly Jotaro makes a decision, “We’re further from the lake than I thought. We’ll have to bury them all.”

The men make quick work of digging the shallow graves, barely an hour goes by before they are dumping the last body into a ditch. Polnareff makes sure to rip a piece of the fabric from the odd smelling man for further investigation. As they finish their grim work Jotaro picks up on his grandfathers’ pensive mood and unusual silence. “What are you thinking about, gramps?”

“Hmm. It’s that man, DIO. I know you don’t believe that the DIO Polnareff mentioned could be the same as the one who killed our ancestor, but the coincidence… That he’s another evil man named DIO that is now entangled in the Joestar bloodline? And the whole reason we’re here, at the cabin at all…”

“I agree with Mr. Joestar, the coincidence is too unlikely to not be fate. Non, there is something at work here.”

“You think the appearance of this DIO guy and the city getting more dangerous for wolves is connected somehow?” Jotaro pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes, “Polnareff, you said you met him years before you joined us. That would put the timing right around when wolves started going missing in the city.”

Joseph nods sagely at this connection made, “I’ll give Caesar a ring when we get back, let him and Suzie know we’re cutting this trip short.” He crosses his arms and snorts, “Even if this has nothing to do with DIO, these hunters were here to capture a wolf alive. They didn’t know we were here, which is more concerning cause it means their operation has escaped my notice! I’m Joseph Joestar! And they’ve been abducting wolves outside of MY CITY? Under MY NOSE?” The bristly hair on Josephs arms and face stand on end as he nearly triggers a shift in his anger.

Polnareff is not doing much better to contain himself, the memories of meeting the evil man replaying in his head. Combined with the knowledge of what the hunters were set out to do. “(y/n) said they drove her off the road yesterday. I’m going to take a walk and see if I can find the cars and more clues.” There is a deep growl permeating Polnareff’s words and Jotaro can tell he’s going to take the walk in his wolf form. “I’ll meet you back when I’m done.”

“Take the time you need to cool off Pol.” Jotaro nods at the blond in understanding, the gravity of the situation sitting heavily on everyone’s shoulders. “We’ll see if (y/n) knows anything else about these guys or what they were doing. She’s our only living link to this right now.” Polnareff sighs and nods back, already starting his shift into a massive white werewolf. He quickly picks up the trail the hunters left and sets out on his own.

Jotaro and Joseph follow the trail back to the cabin in silence.

The smell of bacon and eggs hits them as they walk through the front door. A quick look in the kitchen reveals its Kakyoin taking his turn to prepare the meal, you and Avdol are in the dining room setting the table for brunch. Avdol is the first to greet them, “Welcome back. Find anything of interest?” His eyebrows furrow, “Where is Polnareff? Did he not come back with you?”

“No, he went on ahead to check out the cars for clues.” Jotaro says, shaking his head. “We found some things… Lets talk about this after we eat.” Avdol just nods and makes his way to the kitchen to help Kakyoin. Jotaro turns to you and you feel his eyes sweep over you quickly. You’re still dressed in his borrowed night clothes as you have nothing to change into. “Your leg doing better today?”

“Yeah, much better. Just a little stiff, and Mr. Avdol helped me change the bandage already. I should be good as new in a few days.”

“Good. That’s good.” Jotaro sticks his hands in his pockets and leans back. “Like I said, you can stay as long as you need. We… well we’ll discuss it after breakfast, but there was some concerning stuff we found out there. And, I’d… We’d feel better if you stuck with us for a while.”

You frown a bit as the seriousness of the situation weighs on your shoulders, “That makes sense. Honestly, I’m not in a hurry to go wandering off on my own again. Its… nice. Being with other wolves again.” You smile at him and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his face too before both of your attention snaps to the doorway where Kakyoin is carrying in a serving plate of food. Avdol and Joseph follow him in with the rest of the meal and drinks and you all sit down at the table. “Should we wait for Mr. Polnareff?” You ask looking around at the other men.

Jotaro shakes his head, “No. We don’t know how long he’s going to be gone. We’ll set him aside a plate and some leftovers.” Joseph nods in agreement before starting to pass around the food. The meal is eaten in near silence, Joseph and Jotaro’s tense mood spreading to the others. Once the meal is finished and leftovers put away the pack reconvenes at the dining room table.

Joseph lays the items they took off the hunter’s bodies in the center of the table, “This is the stuff we found on them. As you can see,” he gestures to the rounds of ammunition and the collar device they found, “they came prepared.”

“(y/n), can you tell us if you recognize any of these men?” Jotaro passes the IDs to you as Kakyoin and Avdol examine the other items more closely.

You study the faces and names closely but nothing seems familiar to you. Their photos are almost disturbingly normal looking, they look like average guys but they were capable of such violence? “No, I’ve never met them at all. At least not before yesterday.”

“That’s part of what has us so on edge actually.” Joseph lifts his chin to nod at the collection of gear on the table. “They were professional hunters then. You weren’t targeted for personal reasons. Just the nature of what you are.”

“What is the other concerning part then?” Kakyoin questions the alpha.

“We believe you were right when you deduced that they intended to take (y/n) with them alive. We found this,” Jotaro taps the band of the collar device with his index finger, “on one of the hunters. When the clasp is latched it releases concentrated wolfsbane and an electric shock.” You go pale as you wrap your arms around yourself for comfort. The rest of the pack looks pale and shaken as well, hard stares looking at the cursed device and glancing to you occasionally. “(y/n). We need you to tell us exactly what happened. Starting with where you came in contact with these guys.”

You nod and take a sip of your water before starting your summary of events. “I realized there was something wrong when I left the last town I stayed in; I think it was still in Pennsylvania at the time. I picked up some under the table waitressing job to make some cash and was on my way to see Niagara Falls for my next stop.” You look at the IDs laid out on the table again, pointing to one of them, “I noticed a white van pull out behind me, I think this guy was driving it. I remember his dumb Clark Kent looking glasses. Anyway, I thought it was just another driver at first, until I had to make a pitstop for gas. They must have been far enough back that I didn’t see them get off on the same exit, but when I got back to my car after paying, I saw the van pull around the side of the building.”

You blush and look down at the table, “I kind of panicked then, instead of getting back on the freeway I took some random turns in hopes I would lose them. I thought I did and just ended up driving for a few hours north. But then they caught up to me.” You put your arm on the table and rest your forehead in your palm, “I was looking for a good place to turn off and just fight them, but they ran me off the road before I could find a place. When I got out, I tried to run but they shot at me.” You pick your head up to look at Jotaro, his face set in grim determination as he listened to your account of events. “I guess you know the rest. Jotaro showed up after they shot me a second time and here we are.” You motion around you with your hands.

“Hmm. So they followed you on your way out of town yesterday morning. Had you ever seen them before? Maybe they were customers in the restaurant?” Kakyoin says as he studies the faces on the IDs.

“Its possible. Everyone seems to blend together when you work a job like that.”

“My question is: why did they target you? How did they figure it out that you weren’t human?” Joseph scratches his beard as he looks up at the ceiling. “They have this special gear for hunting wolves, maybe Polnareff will find something in the van?”

“I can’t imagine they caught me slipping up. I am usually very careful with how and when I shift. And I can’t think of anything that happened in public that would have drawn attention.” You shake your head as you examine one of the extra shotgun shells in front of you.

Jotaro taps you on the forearm to get your attention for his next question, “You said things were getting bad for lone wolves. We’ve heard similar rumors in the city, that’s why we are all the way out here. What else do you know about those rumors?”

“Hmm, well there are the normal things you hear about- runaways and lone wolfs having bad run ins with religious nuts. But for a few years now, it’s been more than just that. Whole families go missing sometimes, or someone just barely gets away and after a few weeks they’re gone too.” You shudder and hold yourself again at the memory of the horror stories you’ve heard. “They say it’s a new gang- they’re recruiting or trafficking or something. But the worst stories are about the boss. They say he’s a supernatural creature too- immortal and invincible. Calls himself a lord.”

“(y/n)… calls himself what. What is his name?” Joseph looks like he’s seen a ghost, face white as paper and eyes wide.

“They call him Lord DIO.”

Author’s Note:

You were expecting a romance werewolf fic- BUT IT WAS I! DIO!

So this is going to turn into a full Stardust Crusade AU- but when I say AU I mean there are only hints of canon left.

Also, Polnareff, are you trying to upset your pack alpha before he leads you into the forest to the bodies of people he’s killed with only his grandpa as a witness?

Also- no hate intended for people from New Jersey lol. I’ve never even been there and I’m sure you are all lovely, but Pol has issues with you (at least in this fic)

#jotaro x y/n #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #jjba polnareff #noriaki kakyoin #muhammad avdol #jojo part 3 fiction #stardust crusaders #jjba fanfic #werewolf #family pack #pack dynamics #fanfic #jjba au

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

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Cold and empty (2/2)

Warning: More Angst, but also the promised fluff. Also one (1) corny joke that is not at all funny Wordcount: ~2k Summary: Now that the world knows about your biggest secret you fret that the life you knew will now change forever. Is there any way left to fix things?

Part 1 When you woke up, you were alone. What greeted you when you opened your eyes was the white ceiling of the hospital room that you quickly identified. The memories of what happened flooded your mind and your hand immediately wandered towards your stomach. You felt the rough material of the gauze wrapped around you and you expected a sharp pain to shoot through you. Nothing. You frowned when you noticed that your whole body was numb and you felt slightly out of touch with your body and your mind. What was going on? you asked yourself and looked around the room. The door to the hospital floor was closed and the window beside it was hidden behind the blinds, and the room itself was completely empty except the medical machinery and the lone chair beside the bed you laid on. Then your gaze landed on the window that was on the opposite side of the room. The first sunrays of the day shone through it and coloured the sky in the astonishing colours of dawn. How long have you been out? was the first question that filled the foggy space that was your mind. You had no sense of time at that moment. You closed your eyes to clear some of the confusion and daze you were in when you realized the extent of the situation. There had been police In your house, the pack had been at your house... There was no way they wouldn't know about your situation now. What now? The authorities now knew that you were a minor without any guardian. You were surely done for. Should you just leave, try to run away, make your own way. The thought had your heartbeat quickening in nervousness and fright. Leaving your pack? The people you loved and who loved you? Being completely on your own? Before you could make any sense of the thousands of thoughts that started to fly around in your head the door opened and Melissa came rushing inside, stopping at your side and taking your hand in her. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay. Everything is fine, don't be scared. I know you're confused," she calmingly muttered to you while stroking her thumb over the back of your hand. Slowly, but surely your heartbeat calmed down. "Do you remember what happened?" she asked, carefully looking at you from where she kneeled beside you. "Y-yes," you weakly crooked out, only now realizing how vulnerable your voice was and how hard it was to speak. "That's good," she mumbled while standing up again and looking at the machinery surrounding you, "You really frightened us all big time. You were in the operation room for almost 12 hours. The bullet pierced through your stomach so we were all quite worried about if you would make it, but it's all okay now. You'll be in pain for a while, right now you're still full off pain killers so you won't feel much anyway, but as soon as that wears off, you'll be quite uncomfortable." You absentmindedly listened to her and nodded your head, your gaze now fixed on a spot at the wall behind her. "In fact, there are quite a few people waiting for you out there," she nodded at the door and smiled. You immediately looked at her. "Why do you look so confused, did you think they'd just leave you here alone? Oh no, they've been bugging me and the other nurses and doctors for hours about seeing you and nothing could get them to leave," she chuckled lightly before looking serious again, "do you think you're in a condition to see anyone?"

The entire group of well over ten people (including peter) were sitting, standing and lying in the waiting area on your floor, all of them anxious and worried. Melissa had already told them that you'd make it and that you were stable, but only minutes later she had rushed over to your room, making them even more worried than they had been before. After they had left, Scott and his entourage of angry, straight out furious, wolves/coyotes/chimeras followed the all too apparent scent of the man who had done that to you. It had taken only minutes for them to find him driving away from the city, the speed of his car nothing against the raging pace of your friends. They crashed his car and dragged him to the police station, Scott having his hands full with keeping his betas from ripping him apart (even though he couldn't deny that he wanted to do it himself too). After, they immediately joined Derek, Stiles, Lydia and (to their surprise) Peter in the hospital who updated them on your current condition and the status of your surgery. And then they waited. Except for the occasional toilet-, coffee-, or snack-run, they stayed where they were now and anxiously sat there, with worry painted on their faces. Finally, Melissa came back, looking calm enough for the pack to slightly calm down. "Is she-" "Yes, she's okay," answered Melissa the question of her Son before he could finish it and carefully gave him a smile. "She's awake and I had a quick talk with her and explained the situation-" she started but was almost immediately interrupted by Liam. "Can we see her?" Melissa sighed but kept her calm. "She told me she is okay with visitors, but at the moment I think we shouldn't overdo it. Three people at most and only for a few minutes. The pack shared looks while they silently contemplated who would be the first group who would be able to see you. The eyes quickly landed on Derek who had nervously been pacing through the space between the chairs for hours and clearly was still shaken by seeing you like that and having to sit beside you while he couldn't do anything to help you except making the pain a bit more bearable. "Derek and I will go," Scott stated, using his Alpha-status for his advantage, "and I think Lydia should come as well, she's her best friend after all." A few growls could be heard throughout the group, but no-one disagreed, leaving Lydia, Scott and Derek to follow Melissa to the room at the end of the hall which they knew belonged to you.

Standing in front of it, Derek's hand laid on the door handle, halting for a moment. He was mentally preparing for what could wait behind it, the shock of almost losing you still sitting deep, but when he felt Scott's eyes in his back he took a deep breath and opened the door. There you laid, your gaze was fixed on the window, but when you heard the steps, you looked up to the small group that had entered. When you saw Derek your eyes lit up with happiness and excitement like they always did, and it made Derek almost think that everything was okay, but then your face fell and your eyes avoided looking at your friends. For a minute the room was filled with silence when no one knew what to do or to say. It was Lydia who managed to ease the tension a bit when she walked over to your bed and sat down on the lone chair and took your hand. "Hey," she said, smiling when you finally looked at her. "Hey," you chuckled and intertwined your fingers with her. "How are you feeling?" "I feel like someone shot me," you giggled slightly, hoping that your bad joke would somehow ease the mood, but all you received were stares of horror. "Come on guys, I just almost died, can you at least laugh at my terrible jokes? I mean you won't be hearing a lot of them after that," you whispered the last part, forgetting for a moment that you were- in fact- in a room with two werewolves who basically had superhearing. "What do you mean?" Scott came forward, now standing beside your bed on the opposite side of where Lydia sat. You flinched a bit but sighed defeated. "Don't play dumb... you've seen my house," you tried to shrug, but the first sign of the pain-killers wearing off made you still your movements. "So it's true? Your aunt is gone?" "Yes. Has been for almost a year now. I mean we weren't exactly close so... I was fine. I managed," your tone was laced with defence and you averted your eyes again. "But the Sheriff said that your accounts-" "I had that all calculated okay... I had a plan. I mean sure, my life wouldn't exactly have been the dream of a teenage girl, but I would have ensured that I had another year or so with you guys and now..." your voice wavered and a sob shook your body, a warning about the emotional storm that was about to follow for you. You soon realized that crying after being shot in the stomach wasn't exactly a pleasurable experience and you had trouble trying to hide the excruciating pain that filled you with ever sob. Suddenly it stopped. It felt like all your pain wandered away from your body through the hand that wasn't held by Lydia and you looked down to find a big, rough hand grab it. You followed the black veins that were wandering his arm up and found Derek looking at you with sad, worried eyes. You wanted to say something, anything, but before you could, Lydia interrupted you and you had to tear your eyes away from Dereks. "Why would anything change now?" her voice seemed genuinely clueless and you had to hold back a sigh. "I'm a minor without a guardian who lied to the government for the last year. I can hope that the whole 'faking signatures' thing doesn't end me in jail or in any other legal trouble, but-" "Noah will never let that happen! And if it comes to the worst-case scenario, I'll even call my dad so that he pulls some strings," interrupted Scott frantically, not waiting for what was to follow. "I don't doubt that," you smiled and shrugged a bit, "but... still. They still have to report that my aunt is dead and that I'm alone with the CPS. And then, I'll have to enter the fun roller coaster of the foster care system for teenagers. Yay me!" You saw that Scott wanted to interrupt again but you continued talking before he could. "And even if not, what then. The American health care system is shit if I even get to keep the money that's still in my aunts accounts, then it's gone after I paid the bills for this," I nodded towards my new wound, both my hands still occupied. "So yeah, my only options are pitch, sulphur or wolfsbane..." "No," blurted Derek who hasn't said anything since he entered the room. "What?" you asked and looked at him confused. "None of this is going to happen. You're neither going to end in jail, in foster care or on the street." "What! How?" "I'll adopt you!" he exclaimed with complete confidence and nodded his head. Silence. You looked up at him with wide eyes. Hope started to fill your heart, but then your sense of reality returned. "It's not funny to joke about something like that," you muttered and tried to let go of his hand, but he just gripped on tighter which would've hurt you if he wasn't still taking your pain away. "I'm not joking Y/N/N." Derek's voice was softer than Scott or Lydia had ever heard and he used the nickname he was so adamant about keeping a secret from the rest off the pack. "Are you sure? I mean if you want a child, then it surely would be better to get a younger one. I'm only a few years away from becoming 18 and-" "I don't necessarily want a child. I already have someone who's like a daughter to me." His eyes were fixed onto you and for a moment you forgot that there was anyone else besides the two of you in this building. At that moment you felt that you could trust Derek's word, that you could trust the hope it installed in you.

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“SHOULD I TRY?”

GILLY LOPEZ X READER

SERIE INDEX. Chapter 4.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @STARRYNITE7114 💘

AUTHOR COMMENTS: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. The gif isn’t mine.

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It's been a long time since you last seen your brother. Maybe six or seven months has pass. You call him every month to talk about how you are, and he knows about Gilly since you met him. He was good with the idea of finding someone who treats you as you deserve, even if he's part of a MC. So, when you called him to arrange the meeting between them and the Mayans, he was ready to approve your full transfer to Santo Padre, if the ‘new’ charter approves it too. You're waiting for them at the entrance of the city, supporting your back against the welcome sign. You're nervous. You know that Marcos will always loves you, and the Coyotes are happy for you, after what you have had to live with your ex. The roars of the motorcycle engines push you out of your thoughts. You can see the six men coming, with a small black van behind them. You know they're bringing you your motorbike. You'll need it probably. And you missed it since you left Tijuana. As soon as they stop, your brother runs towards you, holding your body between his strong arms. He's taller than you and that fact makes it difficult for you to kiss him on the cheek at times. “¿Te tratan bien?” (They treat you well?). He asks with his hands on your cheeks. “Sí”. (Yes). You nod lively. “¿Estáis bien con esto, de verdad?” (Are you truly ok with that?) “Nadie merece la felicidad más que tú, mija”. (Nobody deserves happiness more than you, mija). The oldest member of Los Coyotes, Alejandro, walks towards you to leave a kiss on your forehead. “Hemos preguntado a nuestros contactos, es un club leal. Estamos de acuerdo en transferirte, aunque siempre serás parte de nuestra familia”. (We asked to our contacts, it's a loyal club. We're ok with the transfer, although you'll always be part of our family). “Tú nos diriges”. (You direct us). Marcos says, before hearing the roar of your motorbike. Your old red Harley. You're fucking excited. The ride to Santo Padre, with your hands on the handlebar of your bike, is really awesome, even if you feel like you're going to the slaughterhouse. Gilly has not answered your calls since that night three days ago. Bishop told you to give him some time to think, but that he also knew everything would be fine. You take a deep breath before crossing the front door of the ‘Romeros Bros, Scrap and Salvage’. When you finally arrive to the clubhouse' yard, your heart skips a beat. The whole crew is there, including Stockton and Yuma. You heard about them, but you didn't expect they were coming too, even if it has no sense 'cause they're Mayans too. You stop your motorbike, as your charter does. Bishop walks next to you, with a soft and confident smile on his lips. “Awesome baby”. He says, referring to your bike, you nod smiling, before being hugged by him. “You ready?” “Is it Gilly?” You look for him, between the men away, till you find him. He's there. And you're not sure if it's something good or bad. “I'm Marcos, the president of Los Coyotes de Tijuana”. Your brother offers him a hand. Bishop narrows it. “Thank you for taking care of my sister, even if you didn't know who she was”. “She’s a good girl. With two big balls”. “You don't have to insure it”. Your brother laughs, the president of the Mayans laughs too. “Well, I hope this is the start for something big”. “Family and businesses, sounds good to me too”. You're surprised. There's no hostility between the mexicans, seeming to know each other for a lifetime. It's a good omen after three days of a painful pressure in your chest, that didn't let you sleep.

After all men are sitting at the table, and the prospect of your charter has served beers for all, the meeting starts. Your behind your brother, standing up with your hands on his shoulders. “Club decision”. Bishop says loud. “Do we approve the transfer of (Y/N) to Santo Padre, even if she will not be an active member at first?” “If she's, in da' future, the statutes will have to be changed”. Oscar, the Stockton president, adds. The Mayans and Los Coyotes raise up their right hand. Gilly is doubting. You beg to him in silence. He sighs raising his hand too. “Done”. Bishop hits the table with the gavel, with the right he earned being ‘El rey de los Mayas’. “We will take care of her as one of us. You don't have to worry about”. “I know”. Marcus is sure about that, nodding in agreement. “You can count with Tijuana and Mexico DF for whatever you need. We control that part of the border and the MCs around”. “SAMCRO knows what we’re doing, they're good too. And they, as us, will help you with whatever you need to do in Cali'”. Canche, Yuma’s president, talks supporting his arms on the edge of the table. “Yo! Man! This looks like an arranged marriage!” Angel speaks provoking laughter from everyone. His funny comments always on point, even if you don't laugh. “The party starts now, we hope you're hungry”. Taza says getting up of his chair. Laughs floods the room again. As you thought, they leave you alone with Gilly, the only one who is sitting yet. He has his eyes on the cigar consuming in the ashtray. You walk slowly next to him, having a seat by his side. You don't know what to say. Your heart is beating fast and you're more nervous than ever before. The last three months you've been together almost everyday. You missed him. “I'm sorry… I didn't tell you before. I was scared”. You swallow hard, licking your inner lip. “Gilly, please… Say something”. “I don't know what I should think”. “It's ok if you don't trust me. I'll make you do it again. I'm here. I have brought them, I asked for a transfer, risking me to receive a negative answer from the charter. Risking losing what I know as a family. And I did it for you”. You're trying. You're trying hard, 'cause he's the only man who treats you with love and kindness, without asking for anything bacl. “I missed you these days…” He sighs putting down his head, till his chin meet his chest. “I did it too…” Gilly says in a whisper, before lifting up his head at you. “I promise I'll do everything to make you trust me again”. You raise a trembling hand, holding one of his. “What happened with your ex, uh?” “Gilly, I d…” “No more secrets”. He begs you, entangling his fingers with yours. “I met him when I was sixteen. Bad guy, motorbike, tattoos. Older than me five years”. You start putting your eyes on both hands, looking for the strength you need to continue. “At first, everything was perfect. You know… dates, presents, travels. But then, I don' know how it happened. It started with a punch and an ‘I'm sorry, baby, it will never happen again’. But it happened again”. He's listening in silence, seeing on your face the pain that provokes when you talk about it. But you're doing this effort to prove him that you don't want to have more secrets. “My brother found… me drowning in my own blood”. You have to take a deep breath, holding in the tears that wanna run all over your face. “They brought me here. The last prospect knew the principal of the preschool I work in”. “Did they found him?” He asks referring to your ex-boyfriend. You shake your head with a snort in your throat. “Do you… think I could do the same that he did to you?” You didn't expect that question. And you have to answer with the truth. “It's a… thought that never leaves you, once you live it”. You say pursuing your lips before licking them nervously. “But I trust you, Gilly. You're not like him. And I'm not the stupid girl I used to be”. “Yeah, I'm pretty sure about that, before seeing you kicking that bitch's ass”. He tries to smile softly just for a second. “Gilly…” “Maybe we could start from scratch”. He proposes. Your eyes find his, with some confusion and surprise. “Are you gonna buy me another iPhone? 'Can it be red? 'Cause I look hotter than hell with a leather vest and all its patches”. Gilly laughs loud, and you feel like happiness is coming back to your life. He shakes his head and you can't avoid to laugh too. It was a good point. He releases your hand, offering his again. “I'm Gilly. I was looking at you the whole meeting”. “I'm (Y/N)”. You say narrowing it with a soft smile. “Yeah, I have felt a little observed”. “I'm not good with words, but, did you smell me? People say I smell good”. “Uh, let me see”. You lean towards him taking a deep breath from his neck. You let your nose rest there for a while, before he wraps your waist with his strong arms forcing you to sit on his lap. “No more secrets, ok?” He whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss on your head. “No more secrets”. You nod, looking for his eyes. He presses his lips against yours, softly, eyes closed focused in how much you missed each other. Your hands traveling to his nape, leaving some caresses there, while your mouths make up for the lost time. And it feels better than ever. The pressure in your chest disappear when the kiss finishes some seconds after. He licks his lips, forehead against forehead, keeping his eyes closed. Yours are open, seeing the minimal gesture on his face. “I'll protect you at all cost”. “I know. And I'll fight all those bitches who dare to talk you badly”. He laughs, finding your orbs like they were the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

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