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bratzforchris · 9 days

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I Think You're Hot

Summary: SFW and NSFW headcanons about Matt being the golden retriever to his bisexual wife's black cat <3

Pairing: Matt x feminine!reader

Warnings: Smut, pouty bottom/bratty sub!Matt, oral (f receiving), p in v, dom fem!reader, mentions of threesomes, nipple play (none of this is overly descriptive because it's headcanons, but you're responsible for what you consume online!)

A/N: Many of these may seem like I am stereotyping bisexual people, especially women. I am bisexual myself and truly mean no harm by this <3 Every bisexual person is different! Don't fetishize us and love us for who we are 🩷💜💙 Special tag for my bff @nicksbestie for plotting with me <3 Enjoy!

SFW

✯Matt who gave his (then girlfriend, now) wife the biggest smile and hug when she came out to him

"You know this doesn't change how I feel about you, right? You're still my girl, and I love you more than anything in the world. Plus, now we get to have celebrity crushes together!!"

"That's the first thing you think of?"

"Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn is hot as fuck."

"...you got me there."

✯ He absolutely adores all of your piercings and tattoos. They make you so you. He loves to leave kisses on each one when you're cuddling

✯ Speaking of tatted/pierced bi baddie, you gotta add the colored hair to that, right? Matt adores going to the beauty supply store with you and picking out new hair colors for you to try

"Purple and pink?"

"There isn't a single color you couldn't pull off, my love."

✯ Matt who goes ALL FUCKING OUT for pride. There's a rainbow flag outside your house, he's putting pink/purple/blue hair chalk in his hair, and he is happily accompanying you and Nick to all the pride parades and festivals

"It's pride month, so I have to do whatever you say."

"Matt...you do that every month, baby. You're whipped."

✯ He absolutely loves playing games with you, even if he has to hear about how hot certain characters are. You even have matching gaming setups <3

✯ Every single one of their subscribers comments on how well dressed Matt is. Where do you think he gets his style tips? His wife 100%. You know how to perfectly balance between masculine and feminine, having your own days where you leaned more towards one or the other

✯ Matt who becomes a coffee shop enthusiast. You're rather addicted to iced coffees, and he's willing to oblige your addiction. The fans go especially crazy over photos of the two of you in cute cafes

✯ "Goddamn, I am so gay."

"Oh 😞"

✯ Matt who helps you cuff your jeans <3

✯ Absolutely jumps to defend you from bigots. He may seem shy and gentle, but the second someone even thinks anything rude about his wife, he is jumping down their throats

✯ Matt who loves the style you pull off. He thinks the way you wear flannels, jeans, and Converse one day and then full beat makeup and heels the next is so beyond sexy

✯ "Matt, look she's so hot."

"She's very hot, but not as hot as you *cheesy grin*."

✯ On days when you're not very feeling confident in your sexuality, Matt makes sure to give you extra love and attention, promising that he thinks you're amazing no matter what <3

NSFW

✯ Matt who's okay with threesomes as long as there's clear boundaries that the other girl isn't joining your relationship full time

✯ Two hot women domming him? He's folding so fast

✯ Matt who's an absolute brat because he loves seeing his dom get all worked up

"You watch my mouth. I can't see it."

"What was that, sweet boy? Fix the attitude."

✯ Showing your third partner how to control him and Matt just smiles sweetly, all thoughts that don't have to do with him being pounded into the mattress disappearing

✯ If it was just you and Matt, he absolutely loves to eat you out to show you how "sorry" he is (he will mouth off again)

"Please...I promise I won't *grunt* do it again."

"Fine. But you better use that mouth for what's it made for and make this worth my while."

✯ Matt whose wife has her nipples pierced and he loves to play with them, gently sucking over the cool metal of the barbells

✯ Matt who loves it when you're on top, riding him until he's begging to cum with tears in his eyes

✯ When you have a third partner, he can't help but to grind his hips into the mattress as he whimpers, watching the two prettiest girls he knows go down on each other

✯ Matt who has a collar with his wife's name on it and blushes when your third partner points it out

"Someone really is whipped, huh?"

*cue blushes, gentle giggles, and enthusiastic nods*

✯ Matt who loves his bi wife and wouldn't trade her for anything 🩷💜💙

tags ♡: @sturnlovr @matthewsturniologirly @pkfferoo @jetaimevous @blahbel668 @sturniolowhore @muwapsturniolo @nicksbestie @sturnlova @gxldenlush @calumsrockstar @pepsiluvr0209

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h-pelessly · 3 months

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February Reads

Billionaire Darling by Amelia Lark (7/10) Another ARC read from an indie author. I haven't read a billionaire romance in a while so I was quite excited to get back into it. It was a classic trope of grumpy x sunshine, enemies to lovers. However, I wasn't too fond of the characters being childish. It made sense that the billionaire, Leo, was scared of being used for his money while the sunshine, Aurora, will do anything to restore her father's hotel, but I wasn't a fan of the instalove attraction. And after their night together, one person will always retract and it continues as a circle which is the infamous miscommunication trope being used, but that irritated tf out of me. When they finally get together, the old problem arises and I genuinely did not care if they got together at that point. Starting off, I was so excited since it was a small town backing the FMC up because it reminded me of Final Offer, but the scene and FMC reminded me of The Fine Print, and I wasn't really into it.

Unsteady by Peyton Corinne (7.9/10) I picked up this book not being 100% into it so that would explain the lower rating. But also, this is about a golden retriever hockey captain x black cat figure skater so it makes sense as that is not directly up my alley. However, in comparison to Icebreaker, I understood the FMC, Sadie's problem. Also, the golden retriever boyfriend was so precious that I just wanted to love and hug him. He, Rhys, went through a devestating injury on the ice that makes him struggle mentally, and she's his clutch. However, she's dealing with so much more than just on the ice. She is unlikable at times because she's honestly so rude to others for no reason, but then I remember what she's going through, and I'm like ehhhh, okay, I guess. Overall, I loved the MMC, but the FMC was eh. Solid story though, esp. since it's Corinne's debut.

The Ex Talk by Rachel Lynn Salomon (9/10) I truly liked this one. I might be late for the trend, but this one had me so invested. This book follows Shay, a millennial, and Dominic, a fresh out of grad school Gen-Z'er. They are enemies at the radio station they work at and get casted to host a show where they are exes. Oh, my god, not only is Dominic Asian, but the man can literally exist, not say a single thing, and he will have my complete heart. And there's also a slight grumpy/sunshine trope which really isn't because Dominic isn't grumpy-- he's just shy, and Shay is nice, but she's not that annoying to the point where she acts like a child. Another thought about it is Shay's friend, Ameena, was fucking annoying for what she did to Shay. Like she didn't do anything per se, but she made Shay feel so shitty about living her life the way she wants to, comfortable.

Devious by Jess Savage (7.8/10) This was a let down from how excited I was. I feel like I should've left it where the last book stopped with a belief of happy ever after, because it ended with another cliffhanger. In this book, we got to know Ella more, which is what I hoped for in the first book, but Ella was such an unlikable character. Like it was clear she had some issues that needed to be resolved on her end. The book was just Ella being a brat and being vague about her not wanting Hailey to fuck Jack, while Jack was being adorable. I had to remind myself multiple times that these are 18 year olds.

First Down by Grace Reilly (6/10) Not really for me. Yeah, it's a sports romance, and it's a college romance, but the insta-attraction threw me the fuck off. The characters James and Bex (stupid name tbfh) got together by like 40% even though they're fake dating like.... now what... Maybe I'm just a trend girlie because I was into the football scene in college, but I am now in my hockey era and don't think football's all that. BUT something didn't sit right with me regarding James, the MMC. First off, he transferred from another school and stayed QB, which I don't know much about but that seemed odd as fuck. Then he goes and calls it HIS TEAM to his teammates as if most of them haven't made their home at the team and school 3 years before he even stepped foot over. Also, his appearance wasn't really described other than he has dark hair and is tall (also implied that he is clean shaven and is skinny) but that's all. How is that attractive tbh, and the ego on the man is insane. Though rightfully bc of his status, but his looks??? Idk man, and bro hasn't gotten pussy in a while. Another case of poor girl meets rich boy. Boo fucking hoo.

Daddies’ Girl by Calista Jane (6/10) The spice was there, and it was a good filler chapter to the BDSM, but other than that, nothing really happened. Beside that, it's like a "what if I". It does leave your mind wondering what else is to happen, but I was bored reading it. Another case of damsel in distress.

A Healing Touch by Melissa A. Hanson (7/10) This is another ARC read. I want to dock points because I was led to believe this was a romance when it is more of a mystery/thriller, but that isn't really fair. The story is really emotional because Natasha is dr*gged and r*ped. She doesn't know who it is, and the book is a journey of her finding herself again, finding love in the cold world, and finding out who did it. Troy, the MMC's story is kind of weird, but he's her person because he, or his sister, has gone through the same thing. The grammar was an issue that I caught in the book and was mildly annoying, but it didn't take away my understanding of the book. The long chapters was also very unlikable, but overall, it was a good read.

Unravel Me by Becka Mack (8/10) I had so much fun with this book. I usually hate the instalove/attraction trope, but this one was acceptable. Adam is such a lovable and acceptable MC. Rosie, our FMC, just wanted to fully be loved, and they found each other at the perfect time. They are made for each other. The thing that pissed me off honestly was the "hidden identity" aspect because Adam was lying when he said he worked with athletes but he did let it go too long. Rosie was mad which made me mad, but also, I get that she gets the feeling she's being cheated on so like I can't really be mad. This book wasn't perfect, but it's not far from it. Somehow, Adam went from being lonely to being in a family of 5 within a year. Love that for them.

Bleeding Hearts by Jess Taylor (6.8/10) Like it wasn't horrible nor did I HATE it, but also, I was so freaking bored. This was another book I picked up blindly from Tiktok because I am so down bad with the brother's best friend trope. Not only was Demi a freaking child whose story was basically just her going through emotional trauma at home and acts out, going to live on her own. Like all of this, I'm like you go girl, but on the other side, what she does/how she lives makes no sense. It's like a child wrote this as everything I want. The MMC, Asher, is a fuckboy so Demi befriends him knowing nothing can come of it. There was nothing wrong with Asher, but it was just Demi that bothered me sm. Anyway, the whole book and everything is aesthetic looking, but sadly, the content is not up to par.

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alternateafterthought · 4 years

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Arcane

Ø Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø Warnings: None

Ø Word Count: 1897

Ø A/N: Hey guys… this is my first Min Yoongi fic!! After finally finishing my first ever BTS fic, GOLDEN TIME, I started working on this one!! If you haven’t noticed, I really love Hybrid stories and I seem to love writing them just as much!!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! Thank you so much!!

Training a house dog was one thing. Walking around parks and seeing them full of dogs playing and learning to sit, come, stay, roll over was something rather cute.

What wasn’t cute was walking past those same parks to see full grown adult hybrids learning the same tricks as dogs. They may have animal genetics, they may have eats and a tail, and some attributes of their animal counterpart. Yet, it gives no proper reasoning as to why hybrids needed to be trained to sit, stay, come, roll over for a treat like they were lesser.

Hybrids might have been part animal, but they were also part human. A small detail lots of humans seemed to miss themselves.

Y/N walked through the park, having slipped away from her overbearing parents 30 minutes ago, loving being by herself. Even though it was loud, children running and playing, their parents running and shouting after them, hybrids playing with children, dogs running around. There was so much noise, so much around her, and yet it was the most at peace Y/N had been in months.

She was never allowed this type of freedom, not since she was a kid, and so she basked in the walk alone. The rays of the sun warming her up as she stood in the middle of the grassy area, head raised to the sun, eyes closed. The light cardigan over the dress she wore in the summer breeze moved as she looked around, happy to be alone, even for a while.

“HEY, I SAID SIT YOU STUPID ANIMAL!”

A rather loud, high pitched shout caused Y/N to open her eyes. Y/N blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of the sun, only to catch the ending of a tall woman hitting a hybrid.

From where Y/N stood she could make out small golden ears on top of the hybrids head, the same colour of the mop of golden hair on the hybrids head. A long golden tail wrapped around the hybrids own thigh as the hybrid curled in on themselves, their hands moving up to cover their face.

The hybrid was obviously scared, and it was even more obvious that no one was going to help the hybrid. Human and hybrids alike just looked as the woman punished her hybrid for not listening to her before looking away. Y/N noticed some hybrids, the closer ones and younger ones looked at the hybrid sympathetically, but the whole world knew that no one could help the poor hybrid. Like Y/N, all they could do was watch, before turning away herself.

Moving off the grass, Y/N followed the path to the edge of the park, joining the crowded streets of people. Y/N only had so much time to herself before her parents found her again, and that was an argument she could wait for. After all, this was the reason she had convinced her parents of this trip to the city, having planned the whole trip out.

Checking her watch as she moved across the street, Y/N only had 3 more hours before she had to meet her parents back at the hotel. She was already setting something up that would undoubtedly give her parents some type of heart attack, the least she could do was be on time.

Well as on time as a daughter can be in adopting a hybrid without her parents knowing she would.

Following the GPS on her phone, Y/N finally made it to the shelter, quickly opening the door. She was welcomed by a lively room, what was obviously once white walls were now covered in pictures of hundreds of hybrids. Some playing by themselves, some obviously posing for the camera and some with the biggest smile and humans, just having been adopted. The people in the room seemed to be just as lively, smiles and laughter coming from everywhere.

Y/N could tell who worked at the shelter, the purple shirts with the words “HOPE Sanctuary” on the back told her just that. It seemed there was a small family who had just happily adopted a dog hybrid, from the looks of it the young hybrid must have been the same age as the son he currently played with. There was also an elderly couple who had just adopted a cat hybrid, the younger feline standing next to the elder woman who gave the hybrid such a warm grandmotherly smile.

“Excuse me?” A voice spoke from behind Y/N. “Can I help you?”

A young woman stood next to Y/N; the purple shirt she wore matched the purple hair she sported. She was beautiful, the smile on her face was infectious, the soft dimples making her look that much younger. Y/N could tell she enjoyed working here, it was always good to see that there were humans like her that only wanted the best for hybrids.

“Hi yes. I called a few days ago about adopting a hybrid?” Y/N recalled the conversation she had with a very cheerful man.

“Ah yes, the older hybrid, right?” The woman’s eyes seemed to spark something. “If you would just take a seat, I will go get the owner.”

“Oh okay, thank you.” Y/N bowed her head before moving to sit in one of the chairs.

Sitting on one of the free chairs, Y/N’s phone buzzed, reaching into her handbag to check the screen. She breathed a sigh of relief, thanking every god she could think of it wasn’t her parents. It was just a reminder, a needed reminder, but just a reminder to take her medication.

It was a simple enough task, one she did willingly, taking the small tablets then the water in the bottle she always carried around. She may not like it, she may not like the effects of them, and she may not like how her parents treated her like some child. But at 24 years old, she knew when to argue about something, and when to accept her fate and do as she’s told.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N?” A familiar voice made Y/N look up as she screwed the lid tightly on her water bottle. “I’m Jung Hoseok, but please, J-Hope is what everyone calls me. I believe we talked on the phone.”

“Yes, Mr. Jung…” Y/N caught his eyebrow raise before laughing a little as she stood, taking the man’s hand in a handshake. “J-Hope.”

“Would you follow me to my office?” J-Hope gestured towards an office door, and with a nod they both moved towards it. “Can I just say, when we got your call that you were interested in one of our older hybrids, I just had to take your case personally.”

“Oh?”

“It’s nothing to be worried about, trust me.” J-Hope smiled widely, letting Y/N know he was excited. “It’s just when it comes to hybrids, people normally go for the younger children or even teens. I worry about the older hybrids, and unfortunately any hybrid over the age of 21 is considered old.”

“Really?” That was news to Y/N, her eyes wide as she took a seat opposite J-Hope.

With a sad nod from J-Hope, he moved some paperwork around, obviously finding the right stack; “So when you said you had interest in older hybrids, I just knew it was a case I had to take.” He finally found the right stack of paper with a small sound of approval. “We currently have 6 older hybrids here and I would love you to meet them all. Though with 2 of them unavailable you will only be meeting 4 of them.”

“What species of hybrids are they?” Y/N sat up straight in her chair, intrigued and happy. “The ones I’ll be meeting at least.”

“Two dog hybrids, a fox hybrid and a cat hybrid.” J-Hope looked up and smiled as he handed over 4 files to Y/N. “These are everything about them, you can read them first or you can meet them first, which ever you choose first.”

Looking down at the 4 files, she quickly flipped through them, a picture on the front of each yellow file. All 4 hybrids were males, first was a golden retriever hybrid, sandy blonde hair, the same colour as his floppy ear. He had a boxy smile, large eyes that shone brightly and he seemed to have been playing in mud as the picture was taken. Mud covered his clothes, parts of his face and hair had muddy stains, he seemed to be having a great time, even in the picture.

The second was a German Sheppard hybrid, large ears stood tall, tan and black, his head was tilted to the side. He looked to have been caught off guard, a book sat on his lap, his mouth opened slightly. He looked tall, even sitting on what looked to be his bed, his large hands looked like they wanted to move up to block the camera from taking his picture. There was a small note on the front of his file “Would be best suited for someone who lives close to the outdoors.”

Third was a very handsome hybrid. Anyone could tell that hybrid or not, he was truly very handsome, his black hair matched his shorter black ears. His eyes bore into the camera it seemed, welcoming anyone who looked at the picture. His smile was almost childlike compared to his eyes, his lips looked so soft and pink and honestly Y/N could stare at them all day. Y/N saw that he was the oldest of the 4 hybrids, and yet he could easily be mistaken for so much younger than his age.

The final file was of the only feline hybrid in the pile. A hand covered most of the view of the hybrid, but from what she could see was a pair of intense eyes. They looked almost black, his hand covered one of them, but still they drew her in, if not making her shiver. His hair was jet black, as were his small ears, in the light of the photo there was almost purple streaks. There was a small note left for him too; “If he is not adopted in the next 6 months, he must be signed up for the breeding program.”

“Um… could I meet them maybe?” Y/N lifted her gaze up from the feline hybrid. “I just… I think I would feel a lot better if I was able to meet them before making a decision.”

“Of course, you can. Would you like to meet them all together, or one at a time?”

“I think it would be better one at a time.” Y/N moved the files to sit on her knees.

“Perfect choice.” J-Hope stood. “Follow me and I’ll take you to a meeting room.”

Soon J-Hope had set Y/N up in a room, large windows that completely illuminated the room, two comfortable looking chairs and a table between them. J-Hope had left to go get the first hybrid as Y/N paced a little around the room. She was scared to meet them, but she was more scared of walking out of the shelter without a hybrid.

It was the one thing in her life that she truly needed right now, she needed independence. A hybrid would give her that.

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peonybane · 5 years

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Agape and Pragma: Chapter 6

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 2.4 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack (?), Smut (eventually)

Chapter Specific Notes: Little bit of fluff, lots of angst.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: So after the two massive chapters, 6 is going to be short as hell. TL;DR: I wrote it in one day and my best friend is currently helping me out, editing it. Chapter 6 is full of angst and therefore I would like to thank my best friend, @ropeseok for helping me edit this chapter. I wouldn’t have been able to write this chapter without her. Special guest appearance of Kai from EXO.

<— Previous (Chapter 5)

As the stewardess did her spiel on what to do in an emergency, you couldn’t help but clench your fingers around the armrest of your chair. This business trip was much needed. You needed space from your roommates who were pushing you over the edge. They had been, quite frankly, fiends. Namjoon had progressively gotten worse. For instance, the moment you two were in public together, his hand would either go to the small of your back, or the back of your neck, stroking it possessively. Instead of feeling angry, like you know you should, you feel… at peace. And that’s the most upsetting part: you’re not bothered by any of their behavior, at least, not a baser, emotional level. Intellectually though, you’re utterly distraught by the changes.

After a week in another country to meet in person with one of your authors (they had invited you as partially a social thing since it had been far too long since you had last seen each other), you were finally heading home. As much as the seven of them had been annoying the snot out of you, you still missed them greatly. Their nightly calls (or early morning for them) were precious to you. Even half way across the world, you felt protected.

Except for right now. You normally weren’t bothered by plane rides, having to take several a year. But the flight in did a number on you. There was an unusual amount of turbulence. It was so bad that it ended up throwing a stewardess around the cabin at its suddenness. That had freaked you out more than you cared to admit. So here you were, clenching your armrests for dear life, your eyes screwed shut as you inhaled slowly, and exhaled even more slowly.

As the plane lurched forward, you jumped slightly. Suddenly, a hand was grasping yours and you heard a soft… purring. Opening your eyes, you looked over at your row neighbor. You had only taken notice of him when you sat down, but otherwise had ignored him, too stressed to really take note of anything around you.

Quite frankly, he was… beautiful. Angular jaw, long face, small nose, gentle eyes resting above a sweet smile and under a concerned brow. His hair was ashen colored towards his neck and it faded to black towards the top, which cushioned a set of black cat ears. You couldn’t help but blush and look down at his hand that was grasping yours. While his arm was pale, it faded to more tanned skin just above his wrist, similarly to a Siamese cat.

You met his gaze once again. His voice was sweet. “You feeling a little better?”

Swallowing, you nodded, but didn’t remove your hand from his. It felt… it felt comforting. Just like how Yoongi or Jimin would grasp your hand out in public. “Thanks.”

He blushed a little. “First time flying?”

You didn’t answer for a minute as the plane began to ascend into the air. Once you had reached a nice cruising height, you answered him, “No, far from it. Just, the last time I flew, the stewardess got thrown around. It scared me more than I care to admit.”

He started to rub your knuckles with his thumb soothingly. “Fair enough. I’m Jongin, by the way.”

You smiled and gave him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Jongin.”

“You know, I’m surprised. Most people pull away, especially women, when an unknown man, a Hybrid at that, grabs their hand.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Well, my roommates are all Hybrids. They’re all very touchy. Kinda know when I or the others need that contact. So, I don’t really mind. If anything I appreciate it.”

Jongin smiled. “How many is that? I don’t really smell any prominent Hybrid scents on you.”

You bit the inside of your mouth. Somehow, you felt guilty at the mention of lack of scent. “Seven. And I’m on my way home, actually.”

Much louder than he intended, Jongin almost yelled, “Seven!?”

The shushing and dirty looks made him shrink in on himself, heavily blushing. “S-Sorry.”

It took everything in you not to laugh. “Yes, seven. But it’s alright. Everything’s surprisingly… peaceful.” Not a lie… mostly.

“I can’t imagine. I have a group of eleven friends, well seven or eight that I see regularly, but that’s beside the point. There is no way we could even live as neighbors with each other without taking each others’ heads off.”

You giggled at this, which earned you a small smile from Jongin. “What about you? You heading home or going somewhere?”

“Home. Finally. Been traveling for months.”

Jongin told you about himself. And you, him. It was sweet. Relaxing. Distracting. You spent the rest of the flight like this, talking about your lives.

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“You sure,” Jongin asked as he handed off his bag to his friend, Sehun.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Jongin. I’ll be fine. You’ve done more than enough distracting me on that flight.”

“But seriously, Sehun and I wouldn’t mind driving you home.”

“I know. But I’m sure you both are absolutely exhausted.”

“Alright. Fair enough. But, why aren’t your roommates here?”

Jongin looked around the pick up area, not seeing any Hybrids matching the description you gave him of them. “Jongin, it’s the middle of the night. On a weekday. And they all work. Like hell, I’m making them come pick me up.”

He looked at the ground, his hands stuffed in his pockets as his tail flicked, mumbling, “I’d pick you up, day or night.”

Your gaze on him softened just as your Uber pulled up to the curb. “Well, this is me.”

Your driver got out and helped you load your luggage into the trunk of his car. Before you could step into the vehicle, Jongin grabbed your arm. Looking over at him, startled, Jongin stared at you with heated eyes. “I— I don’t want this to be the last I see of you. I really, really like you. And… I’d like to take you out.”

Swallowing, you gnawed on your bottom lip. It struck you in that moment, as he looked at you with complete and utter earnest, did you realized that you had never dated a Hybrid before. Not entirely sure why, you just never really had anyone approach you. It had always been normal men. But they always left when they realized you could not bear them children, or they didn’t want to deal with your occasional nightmares, or your roommates.

Maybe… maybe this was a chance. This was someone who couldn’t have children himself and didn’t expect you to bear them, this was someone who was truly sweet and understanding, this was someone who didn’t seem threatened by your roommates.

“Yes.”

His eyes grew large in disbelief. Taking out your pen from your purse, you pulled his hand to you and wrote your number on his palm. You smiled shyly at him, before sitting down in your Uber. Just as you were to close the door, Jongin reached in and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. You blushed brightly, prompting him to smile mischievously at you. He pulled away and closed the door. Your Uber got out of there like a bat out of hell, leaving you in near silence as you contemplated what you just did. And honestly, you didn’t regret it one bit.

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After the Uber driver helped you get your stuff out of his car, you thanked him as he drove away. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you yawned, wanting nothing more than to leave your stuff in the foyer and trudge up to your room and pass out. You might not even make it there, electing to maybe settle for the couch. One of your roommates no doubt would carry you to your room at some point in the night when they’d find you.

You found yourself startled awake at the sound of yelling. Practically running to the house, you pulled out your keys, frantically trying to shove them into the lock.

Once you had the door unlocked, you rushed inside, abandoning your bags in the hallway and your keys in the door. You rushed towards the yelling. It was… Jin yelling. Like actually, yelling. Not the usual loud voice he used when he was responding to the others making fun of him. It wasn’t the usual frustrated rage. It was unadulterated, malicious rage. It terrified you.

“—The hell, Jungkook! How could you do this? It’s perverted! It’s wrong. We— You shouldn’t be hoarding her dirty underwear!”

The moment of anger at him for stealing your underwear quickly died at the sound of a scuffle, followed by more unintelligible yelling. The yelling was coming from the laundry room. As you entered the hallway, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi were just… standing there. Jimin and Taehyung nowhere nearby. It took a moment, but you heard the faint sound Jimin yelling. You only assumed that Taehyung was with him to keep him from rushing in to try to diffuse the situation. That was the scuffling you had heard.

The sound of Jungkook’s voice broke you out of your shock. “What? Like you can talk. I’m the only one with the guts to actually take what we all want. At least I don’t shamelessly call her name in the bathroom when I don’t think anyone else can h—”

Jin let out a guttural noise. The sound of a fist colliding with flesh flew you into action. You rushed to force your way past Yoongi and Namjoon, but Namjoon, the bastard, must have known you were already here because he grabbed you around the waist, stopping you.

“Namjoon! Let me fucking go! We need to stop them!”

“No, this is something they need to figure out themselves.”

You continued to thrash against Namjoon’s hold. Jin managed to dodge a hit from Jungkook then pinned him to the wall; you wiggled out of Namjoon’s grip during the brief distraction.

Everything seemed to slow down for you as soon as you were out of his grip. You dodged Hoseok and Yoongi as they grabbed for you, calling your name.

With strength you didn’t know you had, you grabbed Jin by the nape of his shirt, pulling him away from Jungkook. He turned to you, the beginning of a squawk rose in his throat before his gaze fell on you. His brow knit together, his gaze softened and his face flushed.

Jin called your name, reaching out to cup your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “Sweetie… it’s nothing. Jungkook and I were just messing around. Nothing to get worked up over.”

For a moment, you believed him. But looking past him at Jungkook’s face, you knew that wasn’t true. Between the seething heat behind Jungkook’s eyes and the split lip, your anger flared up again. “Like hell it is, Jin! ‘Nothing’ is not hitting each other. ‘Nothing’ is not screaming at each other. ‘Nothing’ is not using me as an excuse to throw fists!”

Jin sighed and reached with his other hand to stroke your hair. “Sweetie—“

You smacked his hand away. His face immediately fell, brow knit together and lips pouting. “Don’t you ‘sweetie’ me. I don’t entirely understand what made you two fight, but I know it’s about me and I hate it! I hate seeing you two fight!”

Hoseok reached a hand out to you, his ears flush against his head. There was a hot acidic feeling rising up in your throat and you smacked his hand away, not done pouring your angry, exhausted heart out.

“All of you! Get out! Go to your rooms! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, all of you!” Hot tears battled their way to your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. “Is it something I’ve done? Am I causing you all to act like this? You’ve been weird to me! You’ve been a-aggressive to each other. I-I’ve had enough!”

Tears started to slide down your cheeks as you marched past them. Yoongi called your name and grabbed your arm. Immediately, you yanked out of his hold. “No! I-I don’t want want to be the reason you all are not yourselves.”

You raced up the stairs, tears falling freely. As you reached the top of the steps, Taehyung and Jimin stood there, having heard the commotion. They both muttered your name. Once again, you pushed past them. Taehyung bellowed your name. You shouted back, “No! Not now— I just— I need to be alone! I need to be away from all of you. I just— I don’t know anymore.”

You marched towards your room, Taehyung on your heels. As you slammed your door behind you, you heard Jimin call Taehyung’s name, telling him you needed time right now. He paused at your door, tempted to defy Jimin. You made the decision for him, locking your door. Taehyung sighed from the other side of the door before leaning against it, he whispered your name. “Please. Don’t be mad. We’d never do anything to hurt you. Things… things are changing right now, but it’ll be alright.”

As he walked away, you threw your weight against your door, sliding down it until you sat there, knees to your chest. A cry scratched its way out of your throat. You finally let loose, bawling into your knees. After a few minutes you were reduced to sniffles, letting your head rest against the door.

You were too wired now to sleep, so instead, you settled for listening to your roommates, take themselves off to bed. It was amazing really. You knew who was walking where just based on the sound of their gait alone. You held a breath when you heard Namjoon’s footsteps stop at your door, paused for a moment, then reconsidered, making his way over to his room.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you wondered… was your relationship was even vaguely salvageable? After all, you had yelled at them and said such horrible things. Could they forgive you for your words? You knew some of them would forgive and forget easy, the others… you weren’t so sure. One thing was for sure, though: your relationship had changed.

It was a matter of figuring out now if it was for the better or not.

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Snowy

Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid!AU Poly!au, angst, fluff, maybe future smut

characters: Hybrid!Reader x BTS, Human Namjoon, Human Jin, tiger hybrid taehyung, black panther hybrid yoongi, ragdoll cat hybrid jimin, bunny hybrid Jungkook, golden retriever hybrid hobi

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, slight blood, swearing

Slowly Frost starts to come around, still dazed and weak but waking up, As her consciousness returns to her she remembers what happened to her, the three men, the van. Wait, where was she?

Frost lifts her head, more alert but still groggy, she looks around the small room she in. There’ s no bed or cot, just a old blanket balled up in the corner. The floor is concrete, she sees a steel door with at least 6 locks that open from the outside, next to the door is a large window that looks out into a hall. The window takes up most of the wall. Frost moves towards the window to try to see into the hall but her movement is restricted. She looks at her arms, the rope that was previously wrapped around her arms from the transport left burns from their rubbing. The ropes are now replaced with metal cuffs with a thick chain attached to the wall. She also sees similar cuffs around her ankles, and she feels a muzzle wrapped around her jaws caging her razor blade-like teeth, also accompanied by a thick chain wrapped too tightly around her neck acting like a collar.

“what a bullshit situation.’ Frost muttered absently.

she tested the length of all the chains that adorned her muscular frame, she found they halted about two feet from the glass. She can just see down the hall enough to see similar doors and window lining the halls.

“Well, that settles it. Im stuck in a fucking shelter.”

Frost sat and thought about possible escapes, there was a small vent on the ceiling but its no where near big enough. The doors out of the question even if she could get out of the chains she’d still be confined in the room, even the glass window was hopeless because whoever runs this places wouldn't be stupid enough to put regular glass in a room that holds a hybrid.

Just then she hears foot steps, her ears swivel on her head trying to get a better idea of the characters walking down the hall. Frost gets a faint whiff of a familiar smell, the foot steps stop in front of her window, peering in is one of the men that caught her. Frost stares straight back, the look in her eye is nothing close to fear or panic, its just.....boredom. Another man joins the other.

“oh yippee.. twiddle-dee and twiddle-dumb, Is’nt this just my lucky day.” frost mocks the two in a heavy sarcastic tone.

Seemingly infuriated by her remark, one of the men angrily reaches in his pocket and produces a set of keys and hastily unlocks the door.

“Oohhh whatcha gonna do??.. Dance for me??” Frost mocks again.

“Oh no you bitch. You’re going somewhere worse than here. You’ll regret ever openin’ that disrespectful mouth to me!” The man bellows to her. Frost simply giggles, clearly just wanting to make the hot-head angry.

“Whatever, as long as I don't see your disgusting face, im fine wherever I go.”

The mans face flushed a funny shade of red that remined Frost exactly of a tomato.

Rushing in and grabbing the chain attached to her neck, the man snaps it towards him. Frost slides on the floor towards him, acting limp and putting up no fight to make it seem like the drug was still in effect. The held her down by stamping his foot into her lower back. The other man scurries into the room and unclips the chains for the walls.

Still going with the flow Frost just lays there. The two man grab the chains and stand her up. Frost plays them acting like its takes all her strength to stand.

They forcefully push her out the door, she stumbles but catches herself, she knew if she fell they would just drag her without letting her back up. Frost looks around the hallway and finds it looks sterile like walking down a hospital corridor but she knows this certainly isn't a hospital. Its just a shelter made to look nice for potential adopters.

Still pulling her along, one man stands in her front guiding her while holding the chains attached to her arms and neck, while, the other goon stands behind about 3 feet holding the chains to her muzzle and ankles.

They walk through a door that openings into a room that looks quite like a lobby of some sort. There’s a desk along one wall with a sign hanging over it that say “reception” and a number of seats placed side by side in the center of the room.

Frost looks in the direction the men are taking her and finds a door with a sign hung above the entry stating “dangerous predator hybrids, employees only”

“well shit” Frost thought

She needed to get away from the two holding her. She looked around for a possible diversion but all see finds and a few people scattered around the lobby. When she looks towards the desk she sees two men, one of the men looks over and makes eye contact with a dark haired man with broad shoulders, he peers at the three of you curiously. He then tapped the shoulder of the man he was standing next to, he whispered lowly to the man, Then he too looked over and saw her and peered into her eye. Frost saw both of their eyes change from confusion to kindness, and the pair smiled gently to her.

“perfect. I got two pairs of eyes on me.” thought Frost sneakily

She quickly yanked on the cuffs that hold her wrists and collar, surprising both men. The pair clearly believed her weak act. The chain slipped from his hands, while the other man yanked hard on the chains to her muzzle and ankles.

Frost fell to the floor, as the man who was leading her rushed over to try and grab the chains he lost ahold of, Frost waited until he was close enough and bucked off the floor, kicking the man in the face hard. Frost rolled away from the two. Although not fast enough because the man she had not kicked rushed and grabbed her neck and punched her hard in the face, disorienting her field of vision. Next thing she knew the two men were on top of her punching and kicking her relentlessly. Before her vision could go back the two men were thrown off of her. She dizzily looked around her and saw the two handsome men from before standing in the way of her and the hybrid catchers.

“What the hell do you thing you’re doing!” the man with sliver hair shouted.

“You don't understand! that animal attacked us!” one of the hybrid catchers pleaded towards the pair of her saviors.

“We saw the whole thing, she was trying to get away from the men who have her tied in chains!” the broad shouldered man spoke angrily.

“And she isn't an animal she’s a hybrid she’s still part human which means she should be treated as an equal!” the sliver haired man exclaimed.

Frost watched the scene, ears tilted slightly. “Well this isn't how I thought this was gonna go down.” she thought curiously

“Enough of this shit! You are meddling in business that will get you thrown out, so I suggest you two step aside.” One hybrid catcher roared

He stormed through the two nice men and grabbed her collar and pulled her towards the same door. Truly weakened by the fight and the slashes on her stomach which had reopened, Frost couldn't fight back. So, both men pulled her bleeding body to the “ dangerous hybrids” door, she looked back at the men who had saved her and saw they had concerned and angry expressions on their faces, simply accepting defeat, she lowered her head and let the two pain in the ass men drag her through the doorway.

#bts hybrid reader #bts x reader ot7 #bts x reader #bts hybrid #bts hybrid x hybrid reader

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poisonappletales · 6 years

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Oh my, I think Ambrosia needs your help X from the clutches of the provocative Unknown. ( To be honest I think Arsenik would be rather infuriated from Unknowns advanced grabbing and persistence)

Previously: Unknown begins to drag Ambrosia to his house! Crossover whooo.

“What?! What is he doing now? Let me at him. Who cares what Arsenik thinks? I got this.” [He charges down the path to the right!] “Okay, where is he? No, not over here? Uhh…” [He charges down the path to the left!]

“Aargh! I’m wasting time. Hey, you disembodied anonymous asker you, why didn’t you give me directions?! Okay, fine. You mentioned Arsenik, so maybe he knows.

Yo, Arsenik! Where’s Ambrosia?”

“Oh, hello! I haven’t had the fortune of seeing her today. Is there a problem?”

“Seriously? Don’t you have, like, a tracking device on her or something?”

“No. I’m not a stalker.”

“Maybe you got her schedule memorized?”

“I’m really starting to question how you see me. But…last I recall, she was seeing that man from the Vi and Unknown. Don’t tell me a certain blanketed fellow is causing trouble again.”

“I’m not telling you anything because I can handle this. Do you know where she was seeing that Vi guy and Unknown?”

[Wind lets out a sigh.] “I’ll find her.” [He takes off down the street with feral speed, following her scent.]

“Whoa! Where’d you come from? But if you know where Ambrosia is, I’m coming with!”

[In the meantime, Unknown has taken Ambrosia to the plush pink and red room…of a Love Hotel.]

“Here we are, love. ♥”

“Um…I don’t remember your house looking this way.” [At last, Unknown allows her to retrieve her hand from his grip. She can’t help but notice that it’s always after he takes her to whatever destination he pleases.]

“Oh, well, this is my house today. I reserved the room for us all day and all night.”

“Not too shabby.”

“Hmm? You came with us, too?”

“Just in case she decides to ask for my help.”

“If she cries out, it’ll be from pleasure, not distress, hehe…!”

[While they talk, Ambrosia slips over to the door and tries the knob. There’s a jangling noise, but nothing gives way.]

“Oh, that won’t work, mon petit oiseau. I locked the door. From the inside.” [He grins. He more so broke it than locked it, but they didn’t need to know that.]

“So, we’re all locked in here. That’s interesting.”

“Well, I do have a key.” [He drops down onto the lavish bed, sitting on the edge of it with his legs sprawled apart. He beckons Ambrosia with a gesture of his hand.] “If you want it, come play with me, darling.”

[She looks back at him with an unreadable smile, one hand lingering on the cool doorknob.] “Play with you.”

[He nods, the amusement in his smile growing.] “Yes.”

[She begins to walk across the room.] “Shall we play cat’s cradle? Or a game of go?”

“I don’t have any string or stones. Unless you do.”

“Then, I spy.” [She stops in front of the window, casting her gaze out across the sky, ablaze with the setting sun.] “I spy with my little eye…”

“Oh, how about we make it fun? If I guess it right, you have to take off something. In your case…I’m thinking your sash? Hehe…of course, if I’m wrong, I’ll take something off for you, too.”

[joking:] “How scandalous.”

“You can leave anytime, you know.”

“How can I? You locked the door from the inside.”

“I spy with my little eye something black, white and yellow.”

“Something black, white and yellow…you’re looking out the window, so it has to be outdoors. Like a cat?”

“I was thinking more of a dog.”

[Her smile widens imperceptibly.] “You’re both cold, but you’re even colder, Sir Unknown.”

[She takes a few steps back just as Wind comes smashing through the window in a smattering of glass. He lands on one knee, his dark hair whipping around his white shoulders and his golden eyes flashing.]

[As he straightens, he says to Ambrosia:] “Why are you standing so close to the window? Did you want me to hit you?”

[She giggles behind her curled fingertips.] “I was thinking of climbing out if you didn’t come. And if they threatened anything more than a game.”

“You must have some kind of death wish.”

“Well, we both guessed wrong, Unknown. Does that mean we have to take something off now?”

[His eyes narrow at Night, who wears one of his easygoing smiles.] “You - what kind of weird game were you playing with her? I’ll kill you.” [He begins to stalk towards Night, like a hunter with its prey.]

“Sir Wind, wait, he hasn’t done anything -”

[It’s too late. Wind’s nails have already lengthened into claws, and he barrels straight at Night, slashing at him like a wild animal.]

“Sir Wind!”

[At that moment, the door comes flying off its hinges, and Unknown swings to the other side of the bed before the heavy thing slams against the opposite wall. In the entrance, X stands with his darkly gloved fist extended.

He’s in Aries Mode, long purple hair unfurling from the green and black above it. His eyes are silver, like liquid mercury. Flames dance around him in a rippling aura.]

“Boom boom, baby! I’m here to save the day, princess!”

[She’s having sudden flashbacks to his drunk texts, and she gives an inadvertent chuckle.] “Sir X…I’m not sure how any of you knew I was here, but you really know how to make an entrance, don’t you? It’s a little more stunning than it needed to be. I feel sorry for the owner…”

“Oi, Poison Apple Tales. You ought to give me another picture for when I’m in Normal Mode. Otherwise, it’ll look like I’m in Aries Mode all the time! Loses the impact, you know? Make sure that pic’s twice as big as this one!”

[Seeing Wind faced towards Night, X stops breaking the fourth wall to turn his attention towards them.]

“Huh? So, he’s the one causing trouble for Ambrosia? I thought it was Unknown, but it was really you?”

“Are you assuming it’s me because Wind’s giving me the stink eye?”

“Shut up and die!”

“Yeah, you won’t last a second against me.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but…Sir X, Sir Wind, please stop bothering him!”

“You brainwash her or something? You’re dead now, scum!”

“Yeah, you aren’t getting away with hypnotizing her!”

“Really, he hasn’t brainwashed or hypnotized me! Oh dear, neither of you are listening, are you?”

[Sidling up to her:] “That’s all right. That just means there’s more of you for me. How about we keep playing somewhere else…?”

[His arm moves to curl around her, but before he can make contact, a gloved hand settles on her shoulder, easing her out of Unknown’s reach.]

“They might have the wrong conclusions for whatever reason…but I can see it clearly. You were the one harassing Miss Ambrosia, weren’t you? Like always.”

[Arsenik’s hand remains on her shoulder in a protective clasp. He glances down at her with a reassuring smile.] “I beg your pardon, Miss Ambrosia. I hope I haven’t overstepped any boundaries.”

[She manages a small smile, but her body is faintly tense.] “Just please don’t break anything.” [She glances once more at Night, who somehow manages to evade most of X’s and Wind’s attacks.] “Oh my goodness…”

“Hahaha! You want to fight, too, Arsenik?”

“Oh, I would really prefer if we settled everything peacefully. Neither of them - Sir Night in particular - has done anything to warrant this level of chaos!”

[with a hint of teasing:] “I’m surprised if you think there’s anything worth chaos and mayhem.”

“Let us solve this through words. But I can understand if these men of action need a teensy bit of action, too.” [She steps away from Arsenik’s protection and hurries towards the fighters.]

“Miss Ambrosia?” [His brows furrow with concern, but he decides to trust her.]

[He doesn’t stop her from throwing herself in front of Night with her slender arms outstretched.]

“Sir X, Sir Wind, please stop!” [At the last second, Wind’s claws and X’s flaming fists halt, hovering just before her small face. Beaming at them, she dips forward in a traditional bow, her hands clasped together as usual.] “Thank you.”

“Are you crazy? Move out of my way!”

“Hey, don’t shout at her. What is it now, princess? If you’re scared of seeing blood, you can go in another room. But I think you’ve seen me splattered in it before.”

“First, believe me when I tell you I’m not under any sort of brainwashing or hypnotism. The man you’re attacking hasn’t wronged me today.”

[joking:] “Just every other day.”

“It’s true that I didn’t intend to come here, and I appreciate your intentions. But, my dear sirs, if this how you’re planning to be…then I might as well enter a courtship with Sir Unknown and let him take me wherever he likes.”

“Oh?”

“What?!”

“There’s no way that’s happening.”

[His shoulders droop a little as he murmurs:] “M-Miss Ambrosia…was this your plan…?”

“Hey now, there’s no need to go so far!”

“Now, now, I rather not enter a courtship like this either, Sir X.” [Her gentle voice grows even softer.] “Then, how about you..start cleaning up this mess? If this was your house, you wouldn’t like seeing this either, would you?”

“Are you really saying you rather be with Unknown than have us trash the place?”

“He’s why you broke the window, isn’t it? Then, I’m simply removing your reasons for violence and anger. If I’m giving in, he isn’t forcing me to do anything and I won’t need your help.”

“Cut it out.” [He whips around, marching towards the broken window.] “You just want the glass out of the way, right?”

“I’ll see what I can do about that door, but mark my words, princess. If you go out with him without any feelings, I’mma cause trouble all over the city. I’ll break in every door, burn up every window. So, don’t you dare.”

[chuckling:] “You’re so scary, Sir X! There’s no right answer with you, is there?”

“My way is always the right way. Remember that.”

“I wonder if the neighbors were disturbed by all the noises…I should explain our circumstances to them. I’ll be back to help you later.”

[She gives a bow before excusing herself from the room.]

“Please allow me to accompany you, Miss Ambrosia.” [quietly:] “You were truly amazing today…”

“Kihihi…!”

“Something funny?”

“Oh, it’s just that - this is a love hotel. So, if they’re seeing the neighbors…hahaha! I wish I could see the look on their faces when they knock on the door…!”

“I imagine the neighbors would be just as surprised to see how they’re dressed. Virgo Island style.”

“Ah, and did you hear what my petit oiseau said? She’ll go out with me if they cause trouble again.”

“You thinking of riling everybody up?”

“I’m thinking about it. I enjoy seeing her resist, too. She’s so cute.”

“Hmm. Interesting preference. I prefer my women willing, personally.”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that either. Gyahaha!”

“What are you two bozos mutterin’ to each other about?”

“Mon petit oiseau. She’ll be mine soon, thanks to you.”

“Not a chance. Now, fix this door with me, will ya? You caused this mess in the first place, so chip in.”

“Oh, but that’s no fun. Catch me if you can.” [He slips out of the room, laughing.]

[At that, Wind begins to head out as well.]

“Hey, where you going? You didn’t get all the glass yet.”

“None of your business. I just don’t trust that feather-wearing scum.”

“Arsenik? He looks like a prim and proper guy to me. Harmless. Hey…” [Before he even finishes speaking, Wind is gone.] “Great. Leave fixing everything up to me, why don’t you? You going to scram too, Night, or are you actually going to pitch in?”

“You seem to have a good handle on things. I’ll be at the bar next door, having a drink. Feel free to join me.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Slack off like everybody else.” [As Night goes, X looks down at the broken door that he just hefted up.] “All right, have to fix the door - and the window - and clean up all that broken glass. I can do it.

When Princess gets back, I’ll let her know I did all the work. No one’s stealing this little red hen’s bread! Plus, she’s gotta like that - a real handy man.”

[He turns the door this way and that, as if it’s some kind of giant jigsaw piece.] “Now, how am I supposed to put this back? Do I use glue or something? Yeah, that’s gotta be it…”

To those who celebrate it, Happy 4th of July! Have a great one.

On a side note, don’t be afraid to toss in asks like this - interacting with the little “story” I have going on here! I enjoy weaving in a thread of continuity with some of these asks, making the characters remember what happened before and so on.

So, if you want to influence things and make something fun happen, go for it!

#ask

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my-heart-in-his-teeth · 6 years

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Mischief and the Maiden(Mature)

Thank God For Fan Fiction!

Maaaan, after seeing Infinity War I felt I needed to resurrect Disney Prince era Loki and walk around in that world for a while so I wrote a whole goddamn short story with the guy. Hope you like it!

Loki x OFC

Author’s Note: A sort of modern fairy tale that takes place a few years before the events in the first Thor- before everything went wrong for our favorite brat prince. There’s plot all up in this smut! (x-posted)

Summary:A couple of Asgardians take an awkward girl for a thief and steal her away to their realm to face justice from the prince himself. But nothing is as it seems when the God of Mischief is involved, it turns out being kidnapped might be the best thing that ever happened to her and her life will thankfully never be the same.

The tree had stood for centuries undisturbed as life rose and fell around it. Birds did not come to it. Animals circled long to avoid it's path and any man that happened to see it grew uneasy and continued on swiftly without wondering why. Moonlight broke through it's leafless branches casting a long. wirey shadow down the steep hillside. No one heard the wind that breathed out from inside of it as it's bark peeled open wide to allow two men to step out from it's shimmering depths.

The larger of the two men produced a small spherical mechanism from his cloak and raised it up in his palm, Light grew from within it and the golden pieces and gears began to move. The man eyed it's workings for a moment before closing it in his hand."We should not have to linger here long. It looks as though what we seek is just East of us."

"I hope you are right Eirik. I remind you that if we are caught on Midgard -" The other man began to chide before being cut off with a dismissive wave of his friend's hand.

"The amount of gold the prince is paying us to retrieve this trinket is far larger than the risk. He assures us this portal is hidden from even Heimdall's sight. Just think, if we finish this simple task , we will be in his favor. It is no small thing to be in the favor of a prince, Ivar" He winked and put the device back into the folds of his cloak.

"Yes, but all this secrecy.... "

"Even princes make mistakes." Eirik shrugged. " Can you blame him for not wanting the Allfather to discover one of his? Besides he made it very clear to me that he strongly abhors those who act in such a clandestine matter, but that at times it is...what did he call it? Oh yes: a necessary evil."

Ivar's eyes narrowed a bit and he nodded. When he'd learned of Eirik's errand to Midgard he had asked to join him and Eirik agreed readily. He didn't care about the promise of gold, his family had more than enough wealth, but he was keenly interested on the missteps of a prince of Asgard. However, he was not a very brave man and knew that Eirik wasn't a very wise one.

Seeing the look of concern on his friend's face, Eirik laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "Come Ivar, let us get on with it. You will see that you can truly trust the word of Prince Loki!"

At that, a touch of dread wafted through Ivar's being. He shook it off and continued on.

~~~

If there had been one thing Elaina could wish at that moment, it was that the world would abruptly come to a fiery end before he could speak again. But she wasn't one for wishing and he wasn't one to dance around what he wanted to say, and so out it came.

"I think we should see other people."

She wasn't really in love with him, but her stomach still dropped and a familiar coldness spread out from it leaving her physically numb yet unforgiveably focused on his words. He said nothing she hadn't heard before, but it still cracked at her heart. It just seemed they wanted different things, moved at different paces, he really liked her and hoped they could hang out soon, and so on and so on.

In her experience, when a guy told her that he wanted to see other people, half the time it meant he was already seeing them , but still wanted to keep his foot in her door, just in case.

He said he would call her next week and she said that would be great. They both knew they were lying, but this was just how these things seemed go.

She leaned against the door that she had both literally and figuratively shut on him and sighed. "Well."

The sudden soft drag of her cat's body against her ankle called her hands they and scooped him up, stroking his midnight fur. " That could have gone worse I suppose, Byron. I'm really getting better at being a complete romantic failure. " He purred and gazed at her through content, half lidded eyes. "Besides, you didn't like him anyway."

No, this wasn't heartbreak, but disappointment. Defeat. Of course she had thought he was different or she wouldn't have bothered trying. But the problem was that she was always the same. She wanted romance and didn't want to be rushed about it. She knew she was weird and too bookish for a lot of people's liking. She knew all about mythology and nineteenth century fairy tales but she couldn't tell you which Kardashion got fat sucked out of or injected into their body that week.

She didn't mesh well with the general public and attracted similar socially awkward types, yet the spark was never there with any of them and the relationships fizzled after a while. She still tried. She was early enough in her twenties that she hadn't given up on finding whatever she was looking for in someone else, but each dead end made her a bit more tired and apathetic about it.

She lowered Byron so he could step on to the green damask sofa where she would likely end up sleeping tonight after some wine and a good chunk of some book she'd already read. She crossed the room that was lined with cheap shelves overstuffed with books, half dead plants and the odd shrunken head and articulated bird skeleton. The books were hers, the oddities she had inherirted from her grandmother, who had owned a little curiosity shop and filled it with the many strange things aquired from her travels. Much of it had been sold off, but what wasn't took up residence here- including a small silver wine rack that always had at least one bottle of red in it.

As she poured herself a glass, she thought she saw light flicker from the shelf above her. She glanced up and it was gone, but there was something odd. Half hidden behind a pair of antique Matroyshka dolls and resting on the spines of a stack of Neil Gaimon paperbacks, a broken bit of carved stone caught her eye. It was nearly oblong, smooth on one side and jagged on the other and the only thing keeping it from being just a bit of broken rock were the reddish runes engraved there. Just then they looked brighter.

She raised up on her toes and squinted. Yes, they looked brighter, as though they had been shined up. But she hadn't dusted in...she had never dusted. She picked up the stone, it's cool weight covering her entire hand. She brought it to the couch and looked at it for a moment more before setting on the coffee table.

"Hmm." She eyed it suspiciously one more time, but as it didn't do anything more interesting than look cleaner, she picked up her book and eventually read herself asleep in the soft glow of a parlor lamp.

Her skin prickled under the cool brush of fingertips down her throat, across her breasts and up her thighs. The heat of breath was just behind her ear as a hand cupped her sex and another gently gripped the back of her neck, long fingers tilting her head towards the mouth that she kissed eagerly, allowing his tongue to slip gracefully over hers as she moaned softly into him. She was burning, the throb of desire between her legs almost painful as she wrapped her leg around his waist and pressed herself tightly against his hand, hips rotating until his fingers found her entrance and began to slide in-

Her eyes blinked open and she groaned in frustration. "Every fucking time!"

"Well, Eirik, this one has quite the mouth doesn't she?"

She made a small scream as she snapped up and spun off the couch and onto the floor. Two tall men dressed like they'd just come from a high end Ren faire were standing just behind the coffee table, inches from where her sleeping face had just been.

They were both tall and muscular, one was blonde and looked to be closer to her age, a greedy smirk sat above a patch of smooth hair that covered his chin. The other was older with reddish hair streaked with white that hung in waves down his back and shoulders He had a long beard of the same coloring with two impressive braids woven into it- he was also smirking, but only with his eyes. Christ- did they just watch me have a filthy dream? She may have blushed if not for all of the adrenaline.

"Get out!" She awkwardly yelled and scootched back until she hit a shelf and scrambled to her feet. The men made no move but to raise their eyebrows

The door to her apartment was open behind them and led directly outside. Her phone was on the table in front of them. She decided she couldn't get close to either quickly enough, so she bolted for her bedroom just down the hall behind her. She couldn't feel her legs as they propelled her, what felt like comically fast, into her door , flinging it wide open with the force of her shoulder before her hands had time to raise themselves in front of her. She slammed it shut and turned the lock on the handle, hoping that would grant her enough time to escape.

The windows seemed large enough to fit through, though she'd never once opened them. From there she could make it to the street and maybe a neighbor's house. She looked down at her bare feet. No time to remedy that. Her black dress dotted with red flowers stopped a few inches above her knee and likely wouldn't hinder her efforts to climb out.

There were two other apartments in her building, but they were both empty. No one was around to hear her screams as was murdered. Or maybe they just wanted to rob the place. Good luck with that, she thought as she unlocked the window and strained to push it open. I'm sure you guys will get loads of cash for my 8 year old laptop. Please enjoy that taxidermied squirrel as consolation for breaking into the house of a poor person.

She just managed to realize that the windows had been painted shut when she heard a loud CRACK. She turned in time to see the door, frame and all, land on the carpet. The blonde man looked down at it and then to his hands, holding them up in mock surprise. He lowered them slowly and met her wide eyes. "Apologies. I forgot that everything is so frail here." he looked her up and down tauntingly. "Come here, girl."

His face was actually quite handsome, but when he beckoned her with a smile, she froze. Nothing about him was friendly, especially that smile. His voice was coated in a strange accent and she started to realize that everything was off about him. The clothes he was wearing weren't just that of an obsessive Tolkien fan, they were completely foreign. What he wore looked more expensive than anything she owned. The fabrics, the boots, the sword- wait. SWORD? Yes, there sitting in a gilded scabbard attached to his belt. An actual sword.

The other man stepped into the room glancing down to the door and then to her. His eyes twinkled ever so slightly and she remembered to breathe. He seemed at least less menacing, but her heart was racing and her mind was trying desperately to rationalize what was happening. Her hands gripped onto the windowsill as though it were the only thing keeping her sanity tethered. He turned to his companion. "Ivar, perhaps we should leave the mortal. we have the stone. She would only be a burden."

"Nonsense, Eirik!" He approached her casually, that smile never fading and his dark eyes locking on to her, proclaiming her his prey. Every bit of her tensed the closer he came. He stopped inches in front of her and bent his face close to hers. "You aren't going to be a burden are you?"

Being that close to him made her skin crawl with his every word. She snapped then and pushed off of the windowsill, diving for the door, knowing she wouldn't make it.

His arm easily wrapped around her waist and she screamed and punched and clawed at him, to absolutely no avail. He laughed. "She's got fight!" And flung her to the bed.

The red-bearded man moved quickly to place his arm across her torso, pinning her in place, and covered her mouth with his hand. His eyes were calm as they looked into hers. " No harm will come to you. but you cannot fight us, and will only hurt yourself trying." His voice was even and slightly scolding. "Now I am going to take my hands off of you, but you must compose yourself or you will force my friend to tie you up." He leaned closer to her, his beard tickled her cheek and he winked. "And he would probably enjoy that far too much."

He released her and she sat up, tugging her skirt which had fallen far up her thighs. Unsurprisingly, when she looked over to Ivar he was watching her, licking his lips. She didn't hide her grimace and that seemed to amuse him.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Mortal. Redbeard-the one the other called Eirik, he had used the word 'mortal'. Who uses that word outside of an Anne Rice novel? Then things began to click together. The door. Knocked off it's hinges at the touch of his hand. They were too strong. Too strange. It was dark out. Holy shit.

"Ohhh," She slid off the bed and stood up cautiously and turned to face them. "...kaaay." Her hands instinctively went to her throat and her eyes quickly went to the wall next to her dresser where she kept her necklaces hanging neatly on several tiny hooks. One of them was a cross that held no actual spiritual value to her, but she began to inch towards it anyway. the men paid her no mind.

"Ivar, let's leave the girl. I'm sure the stone will suffice." Eirik again urged his friend. He held up the broken stone with the now glowing red runes and examined it. " Hmm...I thought it would be bigger."

She stopped inching and her eyes widened with realization. "That stone! I knew it was acting strangely! That's what this is about?"

"Yes" Ivar answered. "We were sent to bring it back," he leaned down toward her and lowered his voice to just above a whisper. "Along with whomever stole it."

"What?! I didn't steal anything!That thing belonged to my grandmother." She pointed an defensive finger at him. "And don't think of saying that she stole it either! She was far more Antiques Roadshow than Tomb Raider.' She paused at the mental image. "Look, take the stone, just please leave me here. Alive."

"It's not us you'll have to convince, girl. Besides, we have come a long way and I would very much like to enjoy your company on the journey home." He clapped his hands together. "And perhaps if you are found innocent , the prince will let me keep you."

Nausea rolled into her stomach. Prince?

Eirik regarded Ivar with a knowing smile. "So that's why you were so eager to accompany me on this journey despite you known loathing for the prince. You wanted a wee bit of plunder for yourself."

"Well," Ivar sighed. " I do enjoy my baubles. And this one is quite pretty, do you not agree? Midgardian slaves do still find their way to our realm now and then. No one would even notice or care that she were there. And as for the prince, my opinion on him matters not. The throne will never be his."

The stone disappeared into the fold's of Eirik's cloak and he chuckled. "You seem so certain of that! But I do not wonder why. tell, me how many spies do you have employed to keep a watch on him? What is it you expect to uncover?"

"Oh, don't be foolish! He has been scheming against his brother and the realm for ages. there have been whispers but never proof. My family has employed dozens to gather information to expose him. Once I have that I will go to the king."

"It is no small thing to be in the favor of the king." Eirik said, raising an eyebrow. "But I do hope you will not include this little adventure in your report."

"Of course not, my friend." Ivar's smile said.

She watched their exchange and her abhorrence for Ivar grew. Even she could see he was lying, but unfortunately for her, Eirik seemed to be the more trusting and passive of the two.

Ivar started toward her and she felt a scream involuntarily begin to rise in her throat.

"No , no. Let me." Eirik strode in front of him, holding something small and glowing amber in his hand. "If she is for the prince, then it is my duty to make sure she is unscathed." He held her fast around the waist. his eyes were still calm, and still twinkling as he looked down on her, his face otherwise unreadable beneath that great red beard.

"Wait," she whispered. "Just please tell me..." she swallowed hard and forced her brain to override how ridiculous her next question was. "Are you a ...vampire?"

She saw Eirik throw his head back and heard the start of his bellowing laughter, then the light in his hand grew bright, entering her eyes and enveloping everything in it's glow until there was only silence and the dark.

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Of Stardust and Spacetime (6)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Scifi, Angst, Fluff/Romance, Comedy

Words: 4.3K

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On clear nights he looks up at the sky, and he can still see you. He can see the image of you transcending alternate universes tied together by iridescent ribbons, passing through the iron cores of distant stars, and sliding across Orion’s belt to meet him in that magical place between the stratums of space and time. And he can remember that you existed, and that you stood next to him, just like this.

Our happiest moments are never those during a certain occurrence. They are the times when we are imagining what a certain happy moment will feel like, the stage when we are anticipating that outcome of happiness before it actually happens.

“I would suggest looking into Quantum Consciousness” Jimin is the first to speak after the period in which they were all listening very intently to Jungkook’s story that he was barely able to explain without sounding insane.

“Consciousness…” Yoongi makes a disgusted face, shaking his head and sighing. Like most theoretical physicists, the young professor cringes every time the topic of consciousness is brought up in the context of understanding the universe. He’s not too keen on the idea that the purely material world of physical matter would depend so heavily a purely immaterial phenomenon such as consciousness.

Jimin laughs, throwing his head back and carding a hand threw his fluffy blond locks. “Please excuse that reaction.” He smiles as he directs the statement to Jungkook, who was looking very uncomfortable to have revealed so much about something most people would have a hard time accepting, let alone, telling others about. “Professor Min is not a huge fan of anything to do with consciousness.”

Taehyung furrows his brows. “Quantum Consciousness...what is that exactly?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Jimin replies, sliding over to the chalkboard. “You’ve all heard of Schrödinger's cat, right?”

“Cats…” Yoongi mutters again in the background, for no apparent reason other than the fact that he knew his cat loving assistant would grab at any chance he got to bring up those furry little animals and make it extremely relevant to context.

“The one that is dead and alive at the same time?” Jungkook chimes in, recalling the famous thought experiment devised by an Austrian physicist nearly a century ago.

“Mmmhm” Jimin affirms, smiling impishly. “Matter is 99% empty space, and quantum particles have no dimensions.” He uses a piece of chalk to draw a bunch of random dots on the black slate. “Quantum particles have a property called superposition, meaning they can be in two places at one time.”

“How is that possible?” Taehyung cuts in, not that he’s never heard of the concept before. It was more of a question born from his lack of understanding.

Jimin pauses, biting his lower lip as he decides how to explain such an unintuitive concept. “Microscopically, all particles exist in a probabilistic state. We call this the probability cloud.” He smudges all the tiny dots he previously drew on the chalkboard to aid in the visualization of this “cloud”. “They are not in a specific position but rather in every possible position in space as a probability. Mathematically we can calculate this probability with a wave function.”

“Are you implying we’re going to have to do a lot of math?” Jungkook groans, tilting his head up and squeezing his eye shut in agony.

“Dude, you’re studying to become a theoretical physicist and you can’t even handle a little math?” Taehyung reaches over and pats his shoulder. “Must be tough man.”

Jungkook doesn’t verbally respond, but instead only groans again.

Jimin giggles bubbly. “The math has already been proven, so don’t worry about that part. The main point I’m building to is the fact that this wave function is said to collapse from the collection of possible states into just one when an observation is made in the macroscopic world. In other words, particles in the universe do not physically exist in a definitive state until they are observed by a conscious being.” Jimin turns around to see if Jungkook and Taehyung are following his line of logic, only to find that both of their faces are conveying varying degrees of confusion.

Yoongi lets out another one of his signature sighs and walks over to Jimin. He slowly takes the piece of chalk from the younger male’s hand and places it back in its original position before turning to face the two befuddled students. “Outside of our consciousness, the world remains in a probabilistic state. Nothing is set in stone. Any thing is possible.” He pauses, letting his audience soak in the points he just made, a technique he practiced as an instructor of higher education. “Once a conscious being, like you or me, decides to view the world, we retrieve information from our surroundings creating the now moment- the present reality that we see right before our eyes. Now what do you think that means?” He directs the question to Jungkook, who was beginning to understand what his professor and TA are trying to get at.

Jungkook clears his throat tautly. “Reality is dependent on the observer.”

Yoongi nods calmly. “Your mind can alter the probability distribution of unobserved states of matter, and by doing so, it essentially chooses what to perceive from the options provided by the aforementioned probability cloud.”

“Whoa…” Taehyung gasps in realization.

Yoongi smiles proudly for the first time. “Consciousness determines the fate of your reality.”

…

Jungkook will never forget the day he got into college and a surprise visit from you.

The college part was self-explanatory. He had been studying his ass off for the entrance exams and keeping his grades up for the past four years of his high school career through blood, sweat, and tears. It was tough being a star athlete and valedictorian, but they don’t call him golden for nothing.

He was happily walking home from school ready to share the good news with his family, enjoying the sunny spring weather and the cool breeze that swirled by. He’s satisfied with the content feeling settling in his stomach, but he’s secretly wishing that he could get a chance to tell you first, or that you would come to him as a reward for doing so well and working so hard. That would make everything about this day perfectly complete.

To his delight, he hears the voice of the exact person he had made a wish to see. The familiar melody of your speech makes his body tingle with excitement.

“Jungkook” You shout, waving at him even though he can’t see you. You’re glad however that he can sense your presence.

He turns around, lips forming that blissful smile of recognition. “Wow, you did come!” He gasps, pupils beaming with enthusiasm.

“You seem extra happy today” You comment, taking note of how much he was smiling today, not that he didn’t smile a lot before, it’s just today it seemed like his lips were permanently curved upward.

He giggles, eyes crinkling at the edges. “I am,” He chirps. “I got my acceptance letter to university and I get to see you.”

“Wow, you’re already going to university?” You take a moment to ponder over how quickly time has passed for him, how it feels like he was just a pre-pubescent teenager not long ago. “How old are you?”

“18” He answers. “You said you were 19 when I was thirteen right? That means….you’re…” He uses his fingers to count; math was never his strong suite. “24?”

“Actually I’m only 20.” You reply, remembering that he doesn’t know time seems to progress differently for the two of you. You had always been able to tell he was aging rather quickly by his rapidly maturing physique alone, and had forgotten that he didn’t have the luxury of viewing your physical appearance as you did his.

Jungkook’s eyes widen considerably, a habit of his when he’s surprised or in shock. “You age differently?” He inquires in an astonished tone.

“I don’t think it has to doing with an aging disparity, but rather a time one.”

He cocks a brow in puzzlement. “A time discrepancy? What do you mean?”

You don’t know how to explain it accurately; after all, you had no idea what was going on either. “I’m seeing you at different stages in your life, and for me, they seem to be non-consecutive.” Your statement doesn’t really elucidate anything, and you’re afraid the revelation will turn into a cause of concern for him as well, the very one that you have been plagued with for quite a while now. Not to mention, there was that one other thing you hadn’t told him yet, the one about you being from the distant past. You don’t know why you’re so reluctant to tell him, but you think it might have to do with not actually having all the answers yet, or maybe there’s more to it than that, but you decide it’s best to hold off on complicating things.

“That’s weird,” He notes, snapping you out of your reverie. “That means I’ll be older than you soon!” He giggles again, nose scrunching up in the most adorable way possible.

You’re so stunned by his unexpectedly animated reaction that you can’t even verbally respond. It was something so drastically different from the troubled thoughts you were afflicted that you find yourself caught completely off guard. You don’t even know how long you stare at him bewildered before he speaks again.

“Y/N?” He tilts his head in your direction, wondering why you weren’t responding. “Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah” You manage to answer, eyes still glued on the spirited young man.

“Does being younger than me make you that unhappy?” He jokes, as a tiny smirk forms over his previously innocent smile. His untainted eyes remain blameless though.

You don’t understand why the way he’s looking at you makes you want to envelope him in your arms, and hold him as tightly as you can. But it’s always that same feeling of knowing that no matter how much you long to, you will never truly be able to hug him with firm, unwavering arms made of solid physical matter that stops you from inching towards him. You will probably never get over such a cruel limitation, but seeing his jubilant smile was enough, and even if it wasn’t, you just need to keep telling yourself it was.

“Of course not!” You reply as you sweep aside your own wallowing. “It was just awkward being so much older than you when you were still underage.” The statement is not entirely true because you found him absolutely adorable as a child, but it is considering how you see him now. Back then being with him was like taking care of a younger brother, now it’s….you shake your head before your face overheats at the inappropriate thought.

“Underage?” His smirk gets bigger. “Does that mean you and I-”

“No!” You interrupt before he can finish. If your face was on the verge of overheating before, it’s now burning in flames. For the first time ever, you’re glad he can’t see you physically or you’d be dying of embarrassment in that moment. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I meant, now I-I don’t have to play the role of b-babysitter.” Your stuttering gives everything away, but Jungkook doesn’t call you out directly.

“Whatever you say~,” He sings with a tinge of skepticism.

…

Figuring out how to explain a phenomenon that has yet to be fully proven is tough. Applying it to something that might not be real in the traditional sense is nearly impossible. Jungkook is lucky Taehyung is still willing to be his partner.

“God this is so hard!” Taehyung releases a maddened groan, running both hands through his silvery locks. His mind was running on overdrive, and there were too many intricacies that he just couldn’t piece together.

“Dude, are you ok?” Jungkook raises his right brow, looking at the older male with questioning eyes. He would be concerned by such an exasperated utterance, but said male was always a rather vocal type of gamer, so this in comparison wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

“Time, time, time. It doesn’t make sense!” Taehyung exhales heavily, looking like he’s going to toss his laptop across the room.

The two of them were in one of the empty study rooms the physics building, a relatively secluded place due to the fact that so few students opt to major in physics these days. They’ve been reading paper for the past few days, brushing up on the basics of Quantum Mechanics, Particle Physics, General Relativity, and to Jungkook’s dismay calculus, linear algebra, and probability theory. It would’ve been pretty dull and tedious had Jungkook not been so determined to find answers to the mystery of you. He also knows that same paradigm could be applied to the past twenty years of his life. Did he really like physics? Sure. But would he really be dedicating this much of his life studying it if there wasn’t something important on the line? Probably not.

“Professor Min did say time was complex.” Jungkook softly reminds, understanding why his partner is so frustrated. He’s reminded of how he almost put up a fight to avoid math, but realized soon enough that would not be reasonably possible. “But what does time have to do with quantum consciousness?”

Taehyung points a finger at the article pulled up on his computer screen. “It says here that the way we can perceive physical space is by the time it takes for light to reach our eyes. You know, like how people say looking at the stars is like looking in the past?”

Jungkook frowns but bobs his head in acceptance.

“Well it’s also saying that time is meaningless without a conscious entity to perceive it. Doesn’t that sound a lot like those quantum particles that aren’t real until we look at them?” Taehyung exasperates. “Ok, maybe I should just stop reading this article. It’s probably useless anyways.” He huffs, shaking his head as closes the tab.

A hush of taciturnity hovers over the room. Taehyung continues staring as his screen but not actually processing any of the information his visual cortex is receiving. A bird flies by outside. It’s shadow flashes across the room as its minuscule body temporarily blocks part of the sun’s light cascading through the dusty glass windows.

Jungkook doesn’t speak for a few minutes. He isn’t thinking about time or physics anymore because the information you revealed to him the last time he saw you makes its way to the anterior of his mind. “Tae?” He murmurs.

“Yeah” The other male responds, not really paying too much attention because he was too busy absentmindedly scrolling through a list of other scientific papers that came up on his web search.

“I saw Y/N again a couple of days ago.” Mentioning you as if you were a real person still feels a bit strange to Jungkook, but he’s gotten used to it more or less.

After all, he’s basically told the world, ok, maybe not to that extreme of an extent, but it sure felt like every person around him knew. And to be completely honest, he’s only able to speak so freely about you around Taehyung because he’s sure the older male won’t judge. If he did, neither of them would even be here now. Taehyung had agreed to dedicate the entire semester solving the mystery of you with Jungkook, so that had to mean he didn’t mind, right?

Jungkook exhales as he ensues with what he was going to say. “This time I was able to see her physical form completely, and it really felt like she was real. She was telling me how she feels less and less rooted on her home planet, and more and more like she belongs here. I don’t know…I’m starting to think that she can only fully exist in one place, and if it’s wrong for me to even have thoughts of wanting to bring her here or if something bad might happen if I don’t stop actively trying to perceive her. And if by consciously searching for her, I’m putting her in danger. ”

“Are you scared?” Taehyung turns away from his screen and faces Jungkook.

The younger male shakes his head dejectedly. “I should be, shouldn’t I?”

There’s another long moment of silence as neither of the two make any noise. The afternoon sunlight was still filtering through the age encrusted windows of the old physics building, and the elongating shadows of the trees outside were swaying gently from the wind.

“Have you told her how you feel about her?” Taehyung voices softly, breaking the reticence.

“I want to.” Jungkook switches his fixation to the scene outside the window. “But I’m going to try and figure this all out before I do.”

“I can vaguely understand why he is able to interact with your consciousness, but I fail to fathom how he would be able to see you physically.” Namjoon furrows his brows after listening to your most recent account. “There’s no way particles could actually configure into your complete physical form with such a small amount of information, especially not with the fact that the parcel has yet to even reach Earth.”

“I was shocked too.” You murmur, staring down at your hand that still retains the sensation of holding his hand for the first time. How warm he felt, how perfect that pause in time was. It felt so real. He felt so real.

“Unless…” He trails off, but you barely notice he’s even talking. “Consciousness is not constrained by time…”

You have a flashback to the way Jungkook’s eyes had effusively soaked in the image of you as he took your hand in his. You relish in the memory of the slight tremble of his fingers as he gently swept them across your own before interweaving his being with yours and giving you a light squeeze that sent shock waves up your arm.

Then everything goes black.

When your vision steadily returns, you see Jungkook’s obscure figure leaning against the railing of his apartment’s balcony as the crisp morning air tousles his fluffy bangs. The area is still dark, but you can tell the vibrant rays of yellow are steadily beginning to lighten the sky.

“Jungkook?” You whisper, timidly moving closer to where he was standing. It feels so dreamlike you have a hard time believing it’s real, but the moment he turns his head at the sound of your voice, gaze landing on yours, you know without a single doubt that it is.

“You’re here” He smiles faintly, clearly still half asleep.

“You were waiting for me?”

“I always am” He responds, reaching out to intertwine your hand with his once again, pulling you nearer to him until you can sense the undiluted warmth of his body. It somehow seemed so natural; it makes you wonder how many times he’s actually done it. But this is only the second time, isn’t it?

To your relief, you don’t flinch this time, choosing instead to drop your gaze and be consumed by the image of your hand laced with his. You wouldn’t have believed how tangible his soft skin was if it weren’t for his firm grip and the muted pulsing of his heart pumping blood to his hand. Your eyes flutter up to his face, and you see that his attention is fixated on the scene unveiling before the two of you.

You allow your own observation to mimic his as you trace the mountain range hiding the light that is about to fill the sky. The opaque wisps of water vapor twisting and wrapping themselves around the jagged peaks, veiling them in a thin layer of ivory that slowly dissolved as the warmth of the rays originating from below the horizon vaporized them.

“I’ve always wanted to watch the sunrise with you” He murmurs affectionately as he turns back to face you.

You eyes snap back to look at him. “Can you see me right now?”

He nods, eyelids still droopy but pupils containing a sort of depth that entire oceans would envy.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Y/N!!”

“Y/N, Y/N!”

Namjoon’s face is the first thing you see through your squinted eyes as they adjust to the lights of the astronomy lab.

“W-what happened?” You mutter, trying to clear your vision and the all too familiar throbbing in your head.

“You fainted….again” He replies. “I think something’s not right.” Namjoon’s voices it as if he had just begun to notice when in actuality his concern has been growing exponentially. “We absolutely cannot continue overlooking this.” His tone towards you is unusually stern.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask, sitting up wobbly and pretending like you haven’t noticed how frequent your fainting spells have become and how each time you faint, you’re able to be with Jungkook.

“You were out for almost an hour.” Namjoon shakes his head. “I was almost tempted to call an ambulance.”

“That long?” You head immediately whips over to the clock hanging on the wall. Indeed, you were supposed to meet up with Seokjin 45 minutes ago. He was probably worried sick. “Shit, I have to go!”

…

Kim Seokjin’s exasperated expression is the initial thing you that greets you when the elevator doors open. He doesn’t look angry per se, but he is most certainly not pleased.

“I’ve been waiting for over an hour!” He complains, following you as you walk past him not really in the mood to provide him an explanation.

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” You don’t know why you’re responding so indignantly. You were the one who was late, and he had been the one waiting.

He’s understandably not the least bit entertained by your attitude. Honestly, who would be? “What happened?” He grabs onto your wrist as the two of you step outside the building.

“I fainted.” You avoid his gaze as the truth spills out of your mouth for the first time. You hadn’t told him about your fainting spells, much less the thing about you losing consciousness more and more frequently, for longer and longer periods of time as well.

“And you’ve been hiding all of this from me?” He isn’t oblivious to the way you look sick every time you leave Namjoon’s lab, but he didn’t want to squeeze that kind of information out of you, knowing that force is never the answer. He had hoped you would be sensible enough to bring it up yourself, wanting to give you room and time to open up to him, but today he just couldn’t hold back any longer. “How long has this been going on?” He demands, not letting go of his grip.

You contemplate on telling him it’s only a recent happening, but ultimately decide that’s not your best option. “Since the beginning.” You confess, knowing that Namjoon wouldn’t even stand back and watch in silence the next time you lose consciousness for almost an hour. What if you’re rendered into a state of vegetation permanently? The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?” He avoids your gaze as he says it, letting go of your wrist and choosing instead to allow his line of sight to graze the silhouette of the city’s skyline as Solaris sinks behind a cluster of tall buildings. A waft of air glides by, tickling a few loose strands of his hair.

“It’s not that simple.” Laced with irritation, you close your mouth and bite your bottom lip the second the words escape. You knew you were just responding on reflex, not wanting to make this whole thing seem so trivial, for the reason to be as simple as you having naively developed feelings for someone millions of light years away. But something inside was telling you it was that simple, that Seokjin was right in believing you were letting all of this take over you because of someone you could never be with.

“Y/N” He turns back to look at you, and it was in that moment that you realized you’ve been blind all this time. Blind to the way he gazes at you, and only trusting in his own lies of seeing you as no more than a sister. “I can’t say I know how you must feel, but I know it’s not that simple. It never is.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You’re hit with a pang of guilt at his words. Why were you acting this way? Making it seem like it was his fault or something when in reality you have no right to blame any of this on anyone but yourself. “I-I’m sorry,” You utter, dropping your gaze dejectedly.

“Why are you apologizing?” He cups your cheek and wipes away a small tear that had unknowingly slid down with the pad of his thumb. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Ugh, I’m being so stupid.” You sniffle, covering your embarrassed face. “This is so ridiculous.” How far could you have gone anyways? What was the best outcome of these precarious escapades? You splitting yourself in half, merely to partially exist in two places separated by 50 million light years? Or would you just end up not existing at all?

Seokjin only smiles gently, and you almost miss the twinge of heartache in his eyes. “You’re feelings are never ridiculous.”

His words pierce through the barrier that had prevented you from evaluating the situation with rational thought. It was then you decided something must be done, that you can’t continue like this any longer, putting yourself in danger and hurting the people who you care about the most.

You had to tell Jungkook that the space between the two of you cannot be traversed no matter how hard either of you tried. This was no way to live your life. You were risking so much just tinkering with your illusions and attempting to find a way to break the laws of the universe, tearing your consciousness apart at the seams, and reaching towards something that was never meant for you to begin with.

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Arcane

Ø Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø A/N: Hey guys… This is my next fic!! Another BTS hybrid fic for our one and only Min Suga!! I absolute love reading hybrid fics and I apparently love writing them just as much!! So thank you to everyone who loved and supported GOLDEN TIME!!

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Excerpt of ARCANE

“Yes, Mr. Jung…” Y/N caught his eyebrow raise before laughing a little as she stood, taking the man’s hand in a handshake. “J-Hope.”

“Oh?”

“Really?” That was news to Y/N, her eyes wide as she took a seat opposite J-Hope.

“What species of hybrids are they?” Y/N sat up straight in her chair, intrigued and happy. “The ones I’ll be meeting at least.”

“Um… could I meet them maybe?” Y/N lifted her gaze up from the feline hybrid. “I just… I think I would feel a lot better if I was able to meet them before making a decision.”

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