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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 4

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

warnings: mentions of physical abuse

word count: 5.3k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary:

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year? So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a roller-coaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

a/n: Y/N gets the surprise of her lifetime today! Also to clarify, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly is an old cowboy movie with a very famous theme song (just in case some people don’t get the reference). Thank you for being patient! Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns!

tag list: @wilhelminalucinda @ghostkat23 @ayoo-bangtan @sadgurllayha

How come whenever you’re excited for something, time purposely slows down?? It’s like the weekend can’t come fast enough. Each day feels like a whole week and each hour stretches like two. You swear the clock hanging on the wall of your clinic has some sort of personal grudge against you, the second hand moving at the pace of a snail.

You’re currently on the last two hours of your shift. The hustle and bustle of morning appointments have died down but that doesn’t stop the constant train of incoming calls. You wonder if there’s an award out there for maintaining a professional voice after getting asked stupid questions, because you deserve that award, exhibit A being the person you’re dealing with right now. You pick at your nails while you balance the work phone on your shoulder.

“Sorry ma'am we’re actually a hybrid clinic so no, I can’t put your son down for a checkup. Mhm. Mhm. Uh huh.” You peel off a hangnail and flick it into the trash can under your counter. “I understand you're frustrated but none of our doctors specialize in human treatment. May I suggest the hospital? Ok have a good day now. Bye.”

You hang up as a string of expletives are leaving the receiving end of your phone. What part of ‘hybrid clinic’ did she not understand?

You lean back into your office chair, vowing for the 100th time to invest in one of those lumbar support pillows for your poor, aching body. Checking today’s schedule, you see that a first-time client should be coming in any minute now. Her voice had sounded eerily familiar when she called all those days ago, but you didn’t bother to think twice.

Right on cue, you hear the clinic door open. A very familiar arctic fox hybrid is ushered in by her impatient owner.

“Hurry up won’t you! We don’t have all day!”

Yep. That’s blondie alright.

Sylvia has already recognized you, giving you a small smile when her owner isn’t looking. You’re shocked by her appearance, small cuts and bruises adorning her face and a noticeable bandage around her left wrist. You smile back, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

Blondie hasn’t noticed your presence yet, currently rummaging through her gigantic purse for a pen. She freezes when she finally looks up, making eye contact with you.

You both narrow your eyes like it’s some sort of cowboy showdown in the old west, theme song from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing in the background. If it weren’t for the counter in front of you you’d probably be slowly circling each other, hands ready to draw your pistols from your holsters.

Except it’s the 21st century and all you can do is clench your jaw and offer her a steely glare.

“What are you doing here?” Blondie is the first to break the silence.

“I work here,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t you own hybrids?” Her voice is menacing, but it doesn’t mask her confusion. “How can a receptionist afford two hybrids?”

“I’m here on my off time cause I have nothing else to do.” You find it so much easier to lie to her now that you’ve successfully done it before. No harm in stretching your little fable.

Blondie huffs, having no rebuttal ready.

“Anyways, I need you to fill this out here.” You decide not to push her temper further since you’re at work and need to act civilly. You hand her the basic information form and contact the doctor about their arrival.

While blondie is busy filling out the paperwork, you make quick eye contact with Sylvia, mouthing a silent ‘are you ok?’ to her. She gives you a tense nod but nibbles on her bottom lip and shifts her pupils in blondie’s direction. You can’t forget that look on Sylvia’s face, one of desperation and misery, and you want so badly to pull her out of this situation.

Blondie finishes and hands the papers back to you. You glance down and find her name on the forms. “And Karen,” of course her name is ‘Karen’, “how did Sylvia get these injuries?”

A flicker of panic flashes across her features but it instantly disappears into a frown.

“She fell down the stairs.” Karen snaps, then proceeds to tap her foot impatiently. “Well? I’ve got an appointment??”

You sigh and swallow down the urge to talk back. “Dr. Lao is ready for you. Just head down the hall and into the office on your left.”

Karen puts her pen back in her purse, then grabs her fox by the elbow and pulls her down the hallway, out of sight. When they disappear, you sit back and take the time to process what just happened.

You don’t believe for one minute that Sylvia fell down the stairs. Her injuries seem obviously inflicted by another person, most likely Karen, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions. Since you have no proof, you can’t really report the issue. Also you’re well aware of how corrupted Hybrid Services are and you don’t want to leave Sylvia in their hands.

The phone rings, bringing you back to your senses. Oh yeah, I’m still at work. You remind yourself to google some safe hybrid help centers when you get home. There’s nothing you can do now but you’ll be damned if you won’t try.

The two emerge from the checkup after an hour or so. Karen turns to your counter, face still in her signature scowl as she approaches you.

“I need to schedule a second appointment.” Her tone sounds a little stiff, as if she didn’t want this outcome. “Sylvia will need another checkup for her wrist.” Her entire demeanor is suspicious to you at this point. When you met her for the first time, you were only focused on getting her to stop bothering your two hybrid friends. You regret not noticing her obvious physical aggressiveness.

As the two head out, Sylvia turns back and gives you a small ‘bye’. You melt at how cute she is despite all her injuries. You give her one last wave, determination welling up inside.

You head home and immediately dive to your laptop. Sylvia’s next checkup isn’t till two weeks later so you want to use that time to become as productive as you can in finding the numbers of various hybrid centers. Even though your work revolves around hybrids, you have no personal experience helping any of them out of trouble so you need the advice of professionals. You have no idea what any of these centers can do and you’re aware that your lack of information means you’re starting from scratch but you refuse to sit by and do nothing. Not when something fishy is obviously going on.

You’re surprised to find no decent hybrid centers, even though you live in a pretty big city. Most seem like shady adoption centers that put in the bare minimum amount of effort in taking care of and re-homing their hybrids. One center was so repulsive you’re surprised they’re legally allowed to operate. You click on their ‘About’ page for shits and giggles and the description makes you want to gag. ‘Having problems with your hybrid? Don’t worry! Call this number and we’ll take them off your hands!’ What the actual fuck!? It’s like one of those junk collecting commercials where they take away your old furniture except they’re talking about living, breathing hybrids, not an old refrigerator. This goes to show how little the government actually cares about hybrids and you find yourself involuntarily clenching your fists.

After a few websites that lead nowhere, you stumble across one for a Hope Hybrid Center that seems promising. The description indicates how they’re dedicated to the ‘safety and comfort of all hybrids without discrimination’. The only catch is that the particular center in your city has just been built and will not open till later this week. Nevertheless, you decide to trust this location since there are several other branches under the same name littered across the country that all have raving reviews. You bookmark the page and remind yourself to contact their main call center tomorrow.

You don’t know what’s come over you. It’s true you’ve always had a soft spot for hybrids, and you’ve always been in full support of every new law that passes, bringing them closer to citizenship. But you’ve never been this passionate about personally helping them. It’s a good feeling, being actively involved in something you care about. Saving your two hybrid friends two months ago has really opened your eyes to what human bystanders can do. Every action, big or small, can have an impact and you mentally scold yourself for not being aware of your surroundings previously. Oh how ignorant you were.

The rest of your research is futile, and you end up closing your laptop with a sigh of defeat. This is all you can do right now. Who do you think you are? Some sort of vigilante? What power do you have to make any change?? You’re just one silly receptionist against the big bad world.

Before you start mentally beating yourself up even more, you close your eyes and remember the image of Sylvia’s face. She looked so hopeless, so resigned to her fate, that all your self pity dissipates. Whatever miserable situation you’re in, you know she’s probably experiencing something ten times worse.

You think about bringing this run-in up with Scarlet and Hazel but you chicken out last minute. They’ve been pretty busy on the days leading up to your dinner doing god knows what. They’ve been polite enough to reply to you but you can tell from the short, quipped answers they supply that they have other things going on right now. You know that they’re not doing this on purpose so it doesn’t bother you too much, but you do miss the comic relief they provide in your hectic life. Guess you’ll tell them all about it when you see them on Saturday.

The last thought in your head before you shut your eyes is to call the Hope Hybrid Center as soon as you go on break tomorrow.

“Hi! Thank you for calling the Hope Hybrid Center! This is Jodie speaking, how can I help you?”

“Uh, hi yes!” Jeez why are your palms so clammy? It’s just a phone call, you do these everyday! “My name is Y/N and I was wondering if you can help me with a couple questions about hybrids, if that’s ok?”

“Of course!” Jodie sounds all peppy and excited. You wish you still had her energy when you do your customer service calls. You were like her for only a brief period all those years ago when you began at the clinic. Boy did that die down fast.

“Um,” You’re not really sure where to start. Do you just straight out say someone is hurting their hybrid? That might sound a little too accusatory. “What do I do if I think someone is abusing their hybrid? Like I have no proof but I still feel like it’s happening?” You’re not used to doing things behind other peoples’ backs, even for someone as awful as Karen, and it’s got your entire body erupting in cold sweat. You mentally reprimand yourself. I’m trying to help. This is for a good cause.

“That’s a good question.” Jodie’s voice is reassuring, like she can hear the nervousness of your tone through the call. “There are several things you can do actually! The first thing we recommend you do is observe their behavior as much as you can and try to record or take note of any signs of aggression displayed by the supposed abuser. This can be used in case any legal action is taken.”

“Uh huh.” You reach into your purse and grab your handy dandy little notebook, pull out the pen stuck in the spiral, and quickly flip to a random blank page to jot down everything she says.

“Now if you want to take direct action, that can be a little riskier but it is possible. The best option is to take one of our unique business cards and pass that along to the hybrid in need.”

“Unique business cards…?” She lost you there.

“Yes. You can find them at each of our shelters or we can mail them to you.” She answers fast, and you have a feeling she’s used to this question. “Each of our business cards contain an emergency phone number, a security code, and are coated with a unique scent that is virtually undetectable by humans. When the number is called, our first question is to ask for the security code, then confirm the matching scent of their business card. These cards work best with the majority of hybrids that contain a heightened sense of smell, such as the mammalian hybrids. We may need to adjust for certain bird or aquatic species that rely on other senses.”

Your writing arm is sore from taking all this down but you pause to answer Jodie. “She’s a fox hybrid, so that should be ok I think?”

You hear a large sigh of relief over the receiver. “Ok that makes things a lot easier.” Her tone switches to serious once again. “But remember this can only be done if the hybrid is willing to contact us in the first place. Beyond that, someone will have to catch them in the act of abuse and that can be very hard to do.”

You nod your head in agreement, forgetting that she can’t see you. “I understand. There’s a small chance this may just be nothing but I want to try and help at least.”

“That’s awesome! It takes a lot of guts to report these issues and you’d be surprised how many people let them slide under their noses.” She’s so encouraging that for a short, sweet moment, you envision the whole plan falling into place. You can see it now, a happy Sylvia free from her oppressive captors. Wow they really do a good job. Jodie deserves a raise.

“Thanks Jodie that means a lot!” You shake your sore arm, trying to relieve the pain. “I might need you to mail me a business card since the Hope Hybrid Center in my city isn’t open yet.”

“No problem! I’ll just need your full name, an email and phone number, and your address.”

You relay all your information over. By the time the call is finished, you have a whole 2 minutes left on your lunch break. You look down at your untouched PB&J sandwich and cry internally. It’s for a worthy cause you repeat again and again in your head like a mantra.

Friday. Finally. This week has been the longest you’ve experienced since midterm week of college. You received a package from Hope Hybrid Services this morning and it’s currently sitting on your bedside table. You won’t need to open that up till Sylvia’s next appointment.

You power through another hectic day at work, motivated by the prospect of seeing your two friends in person tomorrow. Both boys are now well aware of your work schedule and take extra care not to text you until you’re off.

5pm rolls around and your phone vibrates just as you enter your car and buckle your seat belt. You check and see that it’s from ‘Hazel’s Nuts’, your favorite groupchat. You gun it towards your apartment, wanting to reply to them in the comfort of your own home. You must have made it in record time and you’re surprised you didn’t get a speeding ticket. Listen, you aren’t the best driver out there but no one’s died on your watch so you count that as a win. When you arrive home you immediately jump onto the couch and unlock your phone.

Hazel: Hi Y/N. Sorry we’ve been so busy this week but we’re excited to see you tomorrow

You: that’s ok! I figured you were occupied

Hazel: Yep. Had to take care of some stuff but we’re all set now

Scarlet: Y/N!!!!!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOOUUUU

Scarlet: (excited emojis)

You: Same!!!

Hazel: Oh yeah

Hazel: We’re meeting at La Cucina Classica tomorrow btw

You let out a small gasp of surprise. No fucking way?! La Cucina Classica is one of THE most expensive restaurants in your city. You’ve never stepped foot inside their doors because they’re usually booked months in advance. Karli’s lucky ass managed to eat there once before and she described the food as, and you quote, ‘orgasmic’. How on earth did they manage to nab a spot there?

You: No way! Really?

Scarlet: Yes way!!

You: how the hell did you manage to get a table???

Hazel: We pulled some strings

You: omg u mysterious boys

Scarlet: We promise to tell you everything tomorrow!! <3

You: ok! but don’t feel obligated or anything

You: i trust u guys

Hazel: Good

Hazel: So tomorrow. 7pm

Scarlet: Oh yeah! Also dress nice

You: you bet! It’s a fancy place so i can’t let them know i’m secretly poor

Hazel: Lol

Hazel: I have to make a call for work so bye for now Y/N

You: bye kitty

Scarlet: See you tomorrow! I can’t wait!!!

You: me too!!

You: bye!

You set your phone down and whisper to yourself. “What does he mean by ‘work’? They have jobs??”

And they got a table at La Cucina Classica by ‘pulling some strings’, like it was no big deal to them?! Oh my god do you need answers!

You wake up promptly at 9am.

Why? Because it’s #SelfcareSaturday. And this has nothing to do with seeing the boys in person tonight at 7pm. Nothing at all.

You usually have a lot of shit to say about how crappy your little apartment is but today you’re feeling thankful because your dingy bathroom comes equipped with a little tub. You have a bath bomb that was a birthday gift from one of your college friends and you pray these things don’t expire (they do lol) because you’re about to crack this baby open for the first time.

You’ve still got 9 hours, 23 minutes, and 16 seconds till dinner tonight but who’s counting? Not me, you think as you slowly sink into the rainbow-colored tub water. The atmosphere is perfect. You’ve lit up two of your scented candles and have a lofi hip hop playlist on shuffle. You should really do this more often except, you know, water bills.

Right after bath time you decide to do one of your more elaborate skincare routines, hoping to remove the stress and fatigue from your face after a week of work. You facetime Karli so you’re not alone during the whole process.

“Hi Y/N!!” Karli’s face pops up onto the screen. It’s a little more blurry than usual and the sunlight is harsh behind her so she must be outdoors. “Why is your face all glittery?”

“Oh this?” You point to your cheeks. “Remember that fancy Japanese face mask I bought when I got my holiday bonus?”

“Oh yeah! But you said you’d only open it for a special occasion. Unless,” then she comes to a conclusion. “is it for the boys??”

“No!” You correct her too fast. “I mean yes, but also no.” There’s a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Sometimes a girl just wants to treat herself…”

“Sweetie, your idea of treating yourself is ordering takeout and drinking wine on the weekends, but I’m not gonna pressure you.” Karli sure loves to tease.

“Shut up you don’t know me,” you pout. You’re furiously red at this point.

“Au contraire, I know you too well. You’re like that mole I have on my left ass cheek, I’ll never get rid of you.”

Classy.

“True.” She’s not wrong. You two have been through thick and thin and everything in between. It’ll take divine power to separate you now.

“Oh yeah good thing you called! I’ve got some news!” She’s raising her voice since the background noise of traffic behind her is a little deafening.

You tilt your head, a question forming on your lips. Is it about the wedding?

“Remember that Bryce guy?”

You do now, since she brought him up. But it does bring back a few embarrassing memories. “Yeah?”

“Well he told me he has a football game coming up so he’s probably gonna text you soon to ask if you can go.”

“I forgot I said yes to that,” you wince as you suddenly remember that night.

“I mean, you can always let him down gently,” Karli suggests.

“No, I shouldn’t. That would be mean. I did agree to go.” Just admit it. You don’t like disappointing people.

“Ok girl, if you say so.” She doesn’t push you, probably cause it looks like she’s hurrying somewhere. “Ugh I promised to meet my coworkers for lunch but why did I wear heels downtown!”

“I don’t know girl, sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” You snicker at her.

“Hey don’t be fucking rude!” She quotes that famous Kim Kardashian meme perfectly.

“Stop! Don’t make me laugh too hard!! It’s gonna mess up my face mask!” You’re trying to keep your face still but it’s damn near impossible at this point.

The rest of the day you spend pampering yourself, the whole nine yards. You even booked an appointment with the nearby nail salon after one glance at your unkempt cuticles. God you’re a mess. All you had today was a salad you picked up after your nail appointment because you want your stomach to prepare itself for the gorging you’re about to do tonight.

As the evening approaches, you hunt in your closet once again for appropriate dining attire. The words ‘dress nice’ echo in your head. This time you do open your ho drawer, because you remember having some sort of shimmery dress that isn’t too bad and can probably pass for being presentable in such a fine dining environment. You reach into the furthest corner and finally feel the soft, silky fabric, pulling it out and hoping against all odds that it isn’t full of wrinkles. Lucky for you, the dress is still in good condition. It’s a spaghetti strap and flows all the way down past your ankles. You’ve never found the occasion to wear it, only buying it cause it was on sale and you thought it was so pretty at the time.

You put it on and glance in the mirror. Usually you have a lot to critique about your physical appearance but today you admit you don’t look so bad. The dress shows a little bit of tasteful cleavage and there’s a slit that rides up your right leg but it isn’t too revealing. Attach some chunky, strappy black heels and you’re good to go. Except makeup, you’ve gotta do that first.

As the clock ticks closer to 6:30, you finish up on your smokey eye and swipe on a little lip tint. You’re definitely taking an uber tonight because you don’t want to miss out on the restaurant's excellent drink selection. Also parking on a Saturday night? Absolute nightmare.

The place is downtown and a good 20 minutes away so once you get in the car you tell the driver to step on it, promising to tip him extra when you get off.

You can’t stop the constant drumming of your heart as the car nears the location. You feel like a kid who’s been told they’re going to Disneyland and you’re giddy with excitement. Maybe it’s better not to see them in person because you might faint on the spot.

As the car pulls up you take a deep breath. Calm down Y/N, you think to yourself, I’m just meeting two good friends for dinner.

The restaurant is located at the rooftop of one of the taller buildings downtown. You enter the elevator, smoothing your dress and your nerves at the same time.

When the doors slide open, you’re greeted by an immaculately dressed hostess. You glimpse at the restaurant behind her. Expensive is definitely the right word to describe this place. There’s dimly lit, warm lighting above each of the tables, and a live band is playing soft tunes in the corner. Waiters and waitresses are carrying loads of food on only one hand, serving each table with grace and poise.

“Name?” The hostess asks you, breaking you out of your observation.

“Um,” You’re unsure what to say. Did they put the table down under Scarlet or Hazel? That can’t be right since those are fake names.

“Y/N?” You try with your name first to see if that’ll lead anywhere.

“Right this way Miss Y/L/N.” Holy shit, ok. Guess that worked.

You’re led past the many tables, ladened with various couples, and back into a private room. They even managed to book a private room?!?! You really feel out of place with your drugstore makeup and cheap dress.

The hostess graciously opens a door for you and-

“Y/N!!”

“Ooof!” You’re enveloped by the familiar scent of honey and cinnamon. “Hi Scar.” You try to compose yourself since he smells too good to be true. Hazel is right behind him, signature sleepy smile on his face. You back away from them, taking in their appearance

Oh. My. God.

Your jaw drops. Beautiful isn’t enough to describe what’s standing in front of you. Scarlet is in a perfectly fitted, baby blue suit that shows off his lean physique. One of his top buttons is undone, revealing his caramel colored skin and collarbones. You pry your eyes away from such sin and opt to look in Hazel’s direction but that does nothing to help you since he’s also dressed to the nines, wearing all black, silver jewelry sparkling on his neck and fingers, a stark contrast to his milky white skin. You look in between them instead, fearing you’ll drool if you stare at them any longer.

Hazel steps forward and also gives you a small hug. His scent is floral, with a spicy undertone, and you want nothing more than to drown in it.

“Hi Hazel,” God you must be blushing like crazy right now. You can’t help it since they look so delicious. Stop that! They’re your friends and they’re not interested!! You want to slap yourself for thinking such impure thoughts.

Well you say that but the way they’re taking in your outfit sends a shiver down your spine. Is it just you or did their eyes darken? The atmosphere quickly returns to normal and you start to wonder if that moment was all in your imagination.

“Look! We already have the champagne ready!” Scarlet’s tail is wagging a mile a minute as he returns to his seat. Hazel slides next to him right after, trying to swat away the offending appendage that’s taking up his spot.

“How ‘bout you control that tail of yours, hm puppy?” Hazel huffs, finally managing to sit down once he successfully shoves the tail back into Scarlet’s lap.

“Hey!” Scarlet looks downright offended. “I’m a fox, not a dog! We’re a much more sophisticated creature.” He crosses his arms and states pointedly, “just like you can’t control your purrs, we can’t control our wagging.”

Hazel only sighs. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m mated to you.”

“Because you love me. Now shut up or poor Y/N’s gonna feel like she’s being third-wheeled.”

Now this is the Scarlet and Hazel you’re used to. You sit across from them, nursing the sparkling flute of champagne that’s calling your name and trying not to snort out loud at their antics. It’s still extremely hard to maintain eye contact with either of the boys but you put in effort all the same.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we already ordered.” Hazel shifts in his seat, one hand ruffling the back of his hair.

“Actually that’s perfect!” You chuckle. “I have no idea what to get in places like these.”

“Ok, good.” His voice is now sounding a little bit shaky, which is very puzzling. Is he nervous?

You take a better look at them, temporarily ignoring their attractiveness (which is a very hard thing to do), and you notice their body language is off. Both their tails are now twitching anxiously and their ears are a little droopy. What’s going on?

“Hey guys.” You keep your voice gentle. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah! There’s just, um…” Scarlet is twisting the napkin in his lap. “We have some very important things to ask you and-”

“Wait!” You interrupt him, putting one hand up. You need to get this across before the boys tell you anything. “Before you continue, I just want you both to know that under NO circumstances do you ever have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with. I understand that you have a lot of secrets to keep, being two hybrids who probably don’t have owners. I want to respect our friendship and your privacy, and if that means not knowing a lot of your secrets, then fine by me.” You’re almost out of breath from letting all this out but it’s worth it because you truly value your friendship with them. You always joke to yourself about wanting to know what they’re hiding but deep down you cherish being their friend more than anything.

Both boys glance at each other for a second, nerves having vanished, then they suddenly throw their heads back and erupt into giggles. Scarlet is full on shaking, slapping his knee while he roars with laughter. Even Hazel is cackling, gummy teeth on full display.

This throws you off and your eyebrows furrow together. What’s so funny? You were being sincere and trying to protect them from revealing secrets they don’t want to tell you.

By this time the waiter has come by with a tray of small appetizers so you grab an olive and chew on it in confusion, waiting for their laughter to die down.

“See? What did I tell you about her?” Hazel is wiping a stray tear off his face.

“You’re right, you’re right!” Scarlet nods back in agreement.

Their laughter has finally fizzled away and they both turn to face you once again.

“Um,” You’re completely lost for words so you take another sip of champagne for courage. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No not at all!” Scarlet is quick to reassure you. “In fact, we were nervous at first but you’re making this so much easier for us.”

“Easier?” If you had a penny for all the times these boys have confused you, you’d probably be a millionaire by now.

“Right.” Hazel leans into the table a little bit, a small smirk on his face. “You see, there’s something very important we want to ask you tonight.”

“But first,” Scarlet juts in, also leaning in next to Hazel, “just to clarify. You trust us right, Y/N?”

“Of course.” You say without hesitation. These boys literally have no reason to harm you. Except they’re a little too close to you now and you resist the urge to fan yourself because oooh boy do they have the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. And their ears! Why are their ears so fluffy looking?! You bet their super soft to touch but you dare not reach out.

“Even though you don’t know our real names?” Hazel urges you on.

“Well, I always figured you’ll tell me when you’re comfortable...” Your voice is getting smaller now, and you feel yourself getting red from head to toe. They’re too close to you and you try not to let your obvious attraction show so you look down and twiddle with your silverware.

“Excellent.” Both boys snap back into their seats, startling you.

“Y/N.” Scarlet clears his throat and tries to make his voice sound serious but he can’t hold back his smile. “We would like to officially ask you to adopt us.”

The fork you’re playing with clatters onto the table.

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supernaturaltfwmeme · 4 years

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Between the lines. part 3

Summary:The reader is at Stanford with Sam and a few other familiar faces. She gets introduced to Dean, an FBI agent for help with a paper. The two grow even closer when Dean learns about her daughter and her troublesome situation. Check out the other parts here.

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Warnings: Language, Domestic abuse.

A/N: I have no idea how long this regular updates thing is going to last. Enjoy it while you can. And thank you so much to my personal cheerleader @waywardaardvark79 for all your help and support on this. <3 tags open!

Shit Daniel must be back from his business trip. You quickly grabbed your stuff and rushed out of the room, almost tripping over yourself. You walked down the stairs and could hear something coming from the kitchen. You walked in and stood there leaning over the stove cooking was Dean. He was shirtless and wearing some grey sweats that were a bit on the tight side. His hair was a mess, sticking out all over the place. It made him look younger. You couldn’t help but watch the way the muscles in his back and shoulders moved as he worked.

“You know it’s rude to stare.” Dean said without turning around, pulling you out of your thoughts, making you blush.

“How did you...”

“You weren’t exactly quiet sweetheart.” Dean smirk turning towards you, putting some pancakes down on the table. “You need to eat; it’ll help with that hangover.”

“How did I end up here Dean, we didn’t..?” Dean chuckled.

“No, you drank too much and passed out in my car before I could ask you where you lived, so I just bought you here, and I slept on the couch. I hope that’s ok.” Dean said nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“No it’s ok. Thank you.” You say sitting down to eat the pancakes. You knew you needed to get home and the longer you stayed the worse it was going to get, but you just didn’t want to leave yet. Plus Dean had gone through the trouble of making you breakfast, it would be rude to leave now.

While you we’re eating your phone started to ring for the third time since you’d come downstairs, you knew you couldn’t answer it in front of Dean so you just ignored it.

“Someone really wants to get in touch with you.” Dean commented watching for your reaction. You just shrugged not looking up.

“Who is it?” Dean asked having an uneasy feeling. You thought for a minute wondering if you should tell him before just deciding to do it.

“It’s my boyfriend.” You admitted still not looking up and missing the look of disappointment on Deans face.

“He’s probably wondering why I didn’t come home last night.” You continued finally looking up at Dean.

“Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah I'll just tell him I crashed at Charlie’s.”

“He’s the jealous type then.” It wasn’t a question.

“Something like that.” You admit, finishing your food.

“Listen dean thank for well everything including breakfast but I really have to get going.” You didn’t want to but you knew you couldn’t delay this any longer.

“Don’t mention it sweetheart. Do you need a ride back to your car?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

The ride back to your car was pretty quiet, something felt off with you and dean. You had gotten on so well last night and actually had fun, now it was almost awkward. There wasn’t even the constant ringing to break the silence since your phone had died.

Dean pulled in to the parking lot of the bar, your car being the only other one there.

“Thanks for the lift and well everything else.” You smiled at dean as you got out of the car.

“Not a problem sweetheart, text me when you get home.” Dean said. You walked toward your car the feeling of dread washing over you, getting stronger and stronger the closer you got to your car. You climbed in and started the engine heading home. You would have to pick Amelia up later; she didn’t need to see what was going to happen.

You pulled into your drive and got out of the car before you could ever make it to the front door, it flew open with a loud bang. Daniel was stood in the doorway looking pissed. You quickly hurried inside not wanting to make this any worse than it was going to be.

“Where the fuck have you been y/n?” Daniel practically screamed, grabbing your arm painfully. You knew that was definitely going to leave a bruise.

“I went out with some friends last night.” you said trying to get your arm free, only making him grip it tighter.

“What friends? And why did that mean you didn’t come home?” The look in Daniels eye was one you were all too familiar with.

“I crashed at Charlie’s place, I was out with Sam, Jess, Cas and Dean.” You were trying to be as honest as possible so he didn’t catch you in a lie.

“Dean, as in that fbi agent who was helping you with a paper? Why the fuck were you out with him? You know how I feel about cops y/n.”

“He’s Sam’s brother.”

“Where the hell is Amelia then? And why were you at Charlie’s if she didn’t go out with you? You’re lying to me, aren’t you? You must of cheated on me. I bet it was that Dean that’s why he was really out with you. I bet he’s not even related to Sam is he?” Daniel was full on screaming. You had never seen him this angry before. He slapped you hard across the face and you could taste blood.

“I’m not lying baby I swear. Amelia is at Charlie’s that’s why I crashed there. And Dean really is Sam’s brother that’s how I got the interview.”

“If Amelia is at Charlie’s and you stayed there, then why the fuck didn’t you bring her back with you.” Daniel punched you this time knocking you down. Before climbing on top of you and grabbing your arms painfully again, you could see they we’re already covered in bruises. Some old, some new. You panicked trying to think of an excuse.

“Because I saw how many missed calls I had off you and my phone died so I rushed over here to see you I promise.” Daniel seemed to calm down a little climbing off you.

“You better be telling the truth y/n” He said storming out, probably to go to a bar despite the fact it was only about 1pm, leaving you on the floor.

You were looking yourself over in the mirror, your arms were littered with small bruises, your lip was split and you had a bruise right on your left cheekbone. Normally Daniel only hit you in places you could hide, but there was no hiding this. You’d never actually seen him that mad before, ever. You should of just come home instead of staying at dean’s and it wouldn’t of been as bad. You pulled on a long sleeve shirt to cover your arms and headed out to go pick up Amelia.

“Oh my god what happened to you?” Charlie gasped as she opened the door to her apartment.

“Oh, nothing just a bit of drama at the bar last night, it’s nothing really. You should see the other guy.” You joked. You knew it was a lame ass excuse but it was the best you had managed to come up with on the short drive over here.

“Jesus y/n.” Charlie said shaking her head. She didn’t push you for details though, she could tell you didn’t want to talk about it.

“Mommy!” Amelia screamed running into the room at the sound of your voice. “What happened to your face?”

“Oh nothing baby mommy just fell, you know how clumsy I am.” Amelia giggled.

“Silly mommy.”

“Did you have fun with aunt Charlie?”

“Yes, I got to draw and watch a movie and play it was so much fun.” you laughed at the little girl.

“Ok well it’s time to go home now, go grab your bag.” Amelia ran back out of the room.

“Thank you so much for having her Charlie, I really needed last night.”

“Any time y/n/n, don’t mention it honestly. I had fun too.” Charlie smiled. Before you could say anything else Amelia reappeared.

“Ready mommy.”

“OK baby girl let’s go. What do you say to aunt Charlie?”

“Thank you for letting me stay for a sweepover.”

“You’re welcome Ame.”

“Ame?”

“She needs a nickname.” Charlie says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world making you laugh and shake your head.

“Bye Charlie.” You say as you leave.

As soon as your gone Charlie pulls out her phone and shoots off a quick text to Sam.

what the hell happened last night?

What do you mean? Sam replied a few minutes later clearly confused.

Y/n just showed up here with a split lip and a nasty looking bruise on her cheek, said something about drama at the bar. Sam had absolutely no idea what Charlie was talking about.

IDK Charlie, me and Jess left before she did, I'll ask Dean. Sam switched chats and sent a text to his brother.

What happened to y/n last night dee?

Why do you think something happened? Dean panicked thinking Sam knew you’d stayed over

Because Charlie just text me to ask why her face looks the way it does. Something about drama at the bar? What happened when we left? Dean was so confused.

Why her face looks the way it does? Sammy what the fuck are you on about? What drama? Nothing happened?

Charlie told me she’s got a split lip and a bruised cheek. Dean felt his stomach drop something wasn’t right

Well it didn’t happen at the bar.

Are you sure? Could it of happened after you left?

No, she stayed at my place last night, and her face was fine when she left a few hours ago.

What do you mean she stayed at your place? Dean she has a boyfriend. Dean rolled his eyes before replying to Sam

Not like that Sam, she passed out in my car and I didn’t know where she lived, I slept on the couch. Get your head out of the gutter. Text me her address I'm gonna go check on her. Dean grabbed his keys and headed back out checking the address from Sam, before pulling out of the drive and heading over to your house.

Daniel had come home from the bar not long after you picked up Amelia because he was already too drunk to get served. He was yelling at you when you heard the low growl of a car getting closer before shutting off. You started to panic knowing exactly what car it was. Daniel saw your expression change and before you could do anything there was a knock at the door.

“Well who’s that y/n? What have you done?” Daniel slurred.

“I don’t know I didn’t do anything I swear.” Daniel marched over to the door and threw it open with a bang.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. The taller man didn’t even flinch at his word. As you suspected it was Dean. You ducked out of sight not wanting him to see you like this.

“I’m a friend of y/n/n is she home?” Dean said calmly. Daniels face twisted in to rage that you knew he would take out on you later.

“She’s just gone out you’ll have to catch her another time.” Daniel spat before slammed the door making you wince.

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Ruby Eyed Woman P2

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Here is Part 2!

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Warnings: Blood, sexual thoughts. 18+ Only.

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Geralt x Reader

Preview: She is one of few women Witchers that walk the earth with extraordinary talents. When the white wolf lays eyes on one of his own kind, things start to change around him.

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Grabbing the keys from the man watching the inn, you twirled them on your fingers. Geralt following you to the room you had upstairs. Opening the door, it creaked loudly. Two beds laid in the front, a bathroom off to the side and a small area with a pitcher of water. “Well, lets get some rest.” Stretching your arms out, it was obvious you had over done it with the magic. Taking off your armor, you laid it on a chair next to the bed on the left. Lighting a few more lights, the candles illuminated the large room. “How much do I owe you for the room?” Geralt looked around surprised at how gigantic it was. “Northing.” Sawyer walked in, sniffing around a bit and then jumping on the right bed curling up in a ball. He fell asleep with in minutes. Petting his head you continued to take off your boots. “Do you get lonely?” Geralts harsh voice spoke, setting his sword aside. “Depends. I have Sawyer and Lily for company. If you mean sex, at times yes.” Geralt coughed a bit at your blunt answer. “Well then, not exactly what… I meant..” He laid down on the bed across from yours, watching as you tucked yourself in. Sawyer got up, stretching a bit and got close to you, laying against you. “How long have you had Sawyer?” Geralt asked, watching as you pet the dogs head. “Since he was four weeks old. Unfortunately the farmer that had him, did not treat him well since he was the runt of the litter. I seen the farmer chasing Sawyer with a pitchfork and intervened. Sawyer ran straight to my arms and we have been together ever since. He is now two years old.

Lily and I have been together for four years. Similar story. She was in a bad situation so, I took her away from it. We have all been a very close family ever since.” Geralt nodded and looked at the ceiling above him. “What was the worst fight you have ever been in?” “Hah. . probably when I had half the guards come after me in Cintra. Because I refused to stay and protect the queen.”

Geralts eyes narrowed a bit. “So you are the Red Ruby Demon.. Makes sense now.” Geralt chuckled a bit. “The knights in the surrounding areas talked about a red eyed woman who took out some of the strongest knights.” “Strong? Please. I felt bad.. I begged them to quit coming after me. I didn’t want to keep going at them. After the fifty plus I had to just run. I was exhausted and annoyed.” Geralt chuckled louder. “Spoken like a true Witcher Y/N.” Hearing a creek at the door, you stood up quickly grabbing your sword. The door locked was broken and a woman appeared. Holding your sword up, Sawyer had jumped up growling at the door. Seeing a beautiful woman at the door you took a step forward. “Mage.” You muttered looking her up and down as your eyes shone red. “Stand down, I am not here for you. . I am here for him..” Geralt walked in front of you, holding his hand up. Sheathing your sword you took a step back to the bed sitting down. “Yennfer, what is it?” Geralt looked at the purple eyed woman who had intense eyes fixated on you. “Don’t worry, there is nothing between us. I helped him with a hunt” You spoke grabbing your armor, sliding it on. “Where are you going?” “To get my own room..” You spoke calmly nodding to Yennefer. The purple eyed woman could sense something different about you, sending chills across her skin. “Powerful..” She mumbled as you walked past her.

Getting a new room you fell on the bed closing your eyes immediately. Sawyer getting curled up next to you once again. “You know, it nice being surrounded my own kind for once, but that woman looked like she wanted my head on a pike. I am too exhausted to fight.” Sawyer laid his head on your leg, closing his tired eyes.

Sensing someone in the room you kept your eyes closed. “ezeerf” You spoke opening your eyes. You seen the woman from last night frozen in her tracks. Geralt next to her. Sighing putting your hand down, they shook their head calmly. “What the hell are you two doing in my room..” you mumbled exhausted. Sitting up, rubbing your eyes. “We need your help with a mission.” Yennefer spoke quickly. “Why me? Your strong. He is strong what is the problem?” “First of all, I apologize for barging in last night.. It was rude. Second of all, a few people are setting out to slay a dragon.” “No.” You spoke calmly. “What?” “No. I do not slay dragons.” Yennefer looked at you shocked. “ It pay..” “Money is not everything mage.” “Please, Y/N.” Geralt looked to you, his eyes pleading. “I will go to protect, not kill.” “Excuse me? Why not..?” The mage stood in your way as you got up. Her eyes piercing into your skull. “There is not many left.” Shrugging pushing past her you grabbed your swords and items. “I am heading down, where is this “dragon?” You used air quotations. “Follow us.” Geralt said calmly. He could tell you were keeping your distance. There was not much of a wall around you till Yennefer showed up.

Getting to the stable you untied Lily and hopped on her. Feeding her a breakfast of veggies, you also handed some to Roach. “Alright, lets get going Lily.” Sawyer walked up beside you. Waiting for Geralt and Yennefer you looked around at the people near you. They stared with wide eyes at the mage that was next to the Witcher. Eyeing a few of them, they looked away quickly. “Let’s go.” Yennefer spoke as she sat on Roach, Geralt walking next to the horses. “Hmm” you nodded running off ahead of them. The aura around those two had way to much going on.

A few hours of walking, Y/N was silent. Listening to everything in the forest. From the small mouse running between moss covered fallen trees to the snakes slithering over the boulders. “Stop.” She urged jumping off of Lily. Grabbing her sword, she hurd crying not far away. “Mom, it is an injured animal” Sawyer spoke to you taking a step forward. Nodding quietly, walking around a tree you seen an injured bird. It was not much older than a month old. Looking further into the distance your seen its mother dead. Unsure from what you gently grabbed the animal. Holding it delicately, you walked back up to Lily. Setting the bird on the saddle, you grabbed a small pocket knife, slicing a piece of fabric off your shirt, revealing your stomach. Geralt watched as you carefully wrapped the tiny birds wing. “We are wasting time we need to go.. The party will leave at dawn tomorrow.” Yennefer spoke with urgency. “Then go.” You mutter calmly, attending to the small bird. “Fine, Geralt lets go.” Yennefer walked ahead a bit. Geralt stood amazed at how you held the tiny creature with such care. “Geralt, go ahead. Ill catch up eventually. Be careful Something is in the woods.” You nodded to him to go on. For some reason, Geralt felt a ping to his chest. Worried he was not going to see you again, as if you where saying good bye to him. His eyes narrowed a bit and turned to follow Yennefer.

An hour passed and you had not caught up to them. Geralt was getting concerned. “No need to worry about her, she can handle her own. She is very well known in towns I have been through. I have ran into her before. . She doesn’t know it was me she saved from an assassin that came after me.” Yennefer sighed a bit. “I wasn’t going to say anything to her. She. . . She can defiantly hold her own.” Fumbling with the reigns on Roach she looked to Geralt with a slight smile. “Hmm” Geralt thought back to the werewolves. She held so many shields at once and took out a few of them. It was impressive, he had to admit.

Geralt watched as the fire roared, continually looking at the path in the woods waiting for you to appear. Hearing a branch snap his senses honed into where it was coming from. He seen Sawyer first, walking out in human form. “Sawyer, what is..?” Lily walked out of the line of trees seeing you slumped on her. Blood matting her fur that he could only guess was yours. “Geralt.. Help her.. I have a few minutes left.. we have been looking for you everywhere. We got ambushed by some elves. Intel they realized who she was they stopped,. There was at least 75+ of them.. They mistook her for an enemy. They went after Lily and she took a sword to the chest.. It is shallow but it wont stop ble..” Geralt watched as the man turned back into a dog. Yennefer walked out of her tent seeing you. Geralt ran over slowly lifting you off of Lily. “Yennefer, grab Lily and get the bloody harness off her..” Yennefer nodded seeing the small bird asleep in a pocket of the saddle. Gently grabbing the bird, she laid it on some leaves, helping Lily.

Geralt laid your unconscious body on a bed of leaves he was using for his bed. Seeing the front of you and the cut, he was stunned at how you where still alive. “Shit..” Yennefer spoke seeing your body. Running into her tent, she grabbed some herbs and started to crush them with a white marble mortar and pestle. Chanting something in elder, she took the mixture and rubbed it on the wound. Grunting anxiously at the pain she was as gentle as she could be. “I will need to apply this every hour. The pain will ease soon. We need to make sure she doesn’t turn over and keep her warm. Can you move her closer to the fire Geralt? Her body is going to fight this mixture, but if she stays warm it will heal her by sunrise.” Geralt looked seen your face contort in discomfort. Your eyes opening slightly. “SAWYER! LILY!” You screamed, quickly moving to get up. “Stop! You will make it worse..” Geralt grabbed your shoulders gently pushing you to lay down. Sawyer ran over licking your face with his wet tongue. “Mom, are you ok? I didn’t know where to go, I smelt Geralt and we ran here..” “I am ok sweety.. Just.. sore… and exhausted..” your words fragile and weak stirred Geralt. He watched your breathing go slower than Witcher normal. Looking at Sawyer he watched the dog go back towards Lily. “Sawyer can I change you human… Someone needs to look after Lily and the bird…” You muttered weakly. “I can do it.. you shouldn’t be using you energy reserves. I have some extra feed for Lily. What does the bird need?” Geralt asked leaning down in the leaves picking the sleeping bird up. “To.. be kept warm..” another nod and Geralt put the bird close to you, wrapping it in a cloth like nest.

The sun peaked over the ground near the trees. He looked over to you gone. Yennefer walked up a hill walking to grab your satchel hanging on a large lower branch of a willow tree. “She didn’t leave and she is ok. She is still sore but needed to wash the blood off. I am helping her.” Grabbing your spare clothes Yennefer walked back down a path and go in the water with you. “Why do you hate me?” Yennefer asked abruptly. “I don’t.” Closing your eyes you finished washing the blood out of your hair. Standing up slowly, water dripped down your chest and into the water. “Unfortunately that is going to leave a scar on your beautiful body.” Yennefer frowned slightly at the thought. “Far from beautiful dear.” She shook her head helping you out of the water. Wrapping a towel around you she walked up to the campsite. Geralt looked over to see you dripping wet in a towel. He would be lying if he was not having perverted thoughts of Yennefer and you naked in the river. “Pervert.” Yennefer smirked looking at Geralt. Shaking his head he walked to the horses feeding them their breakfast.

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