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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ A NIGHTMARE ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Request: Hi I know requests are closed but can you do something with angel x reader where the reader is on her period and she’s grumpy and just wants angel and angel is in the backyard with the guys just drinking and chilling and she kicks em all out and is just really sassy with the guys if you can? 💖

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.1k

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One hour ago you wrote to Angel a text message, asking him about when he was coming home, but he hasn't replied to you yet. Letting a heavy snort escape from your lips, you decide to call him. But after six tones, you desist. Your stomach hurts a little and you are in a mix of your two moods: kill someone and need cuddling. There's no more ice cream in the freezer and you have already finished the warm mint tea. Rubbing your forehead with a hand, you get up from the sofa to walk towards your shared bed. Wearing a pair of shorts under Angel's shirt and grabbing the keys of your car, you leave the house in silence. Stopping cursing about him, determined to bring him back to home. Tonight is the peak of your period and you really need your boyfriend with you.

Driving through the main avenue of Santo Padre, you reach the scrapping, hearing the loud crowd yard with the windows of your car up. Frowning a little, you park it at the entrance, after turning it to the street, so this way will be easier to leave the clubhouse as soon as you find him. Having a quick look of the place, you don't see him outside, guessing that maybe he's inside playing pool or doing Mayans shit. Greeting others members on your way to it, you jump the three steps to open the door. You know him better than anyone. He's leaning over the pool table with a stick between his hands, about to hit a green ball. Cross-armed, you lead your step towards there, raising an eyebrow and waiting for him to notice your presence. Hitting the ball, he stands up to watch triumphant how it falls through the hole.

“Angel!”

He jumps slightly with a soft shiver touring his body.

“Fuck! You're gonna kill me”. He complains.

“Yeah, I'm gonna fucking kill you”.

You can hear some Vicki's bitches chuckling behind you. The same that usually say that you boss ‘the poor Angel’ around.

“Yo! What's that aggressiveness, mi dulce?”

“I've been calling you, and texting you”.

“I was busy”. He just says with a little high-pitched voice.

“Playing pool with your friends like every fucking day?”

“Yea—I MEAN, no”.

The crew is really enjoying it.

“Querida, we were through club business. Why don't you sit, have a beer, have some f—?”

“Who the fuck told you to be the devil's advocate, Obispo?” Turning at him with a peaceful gesture on your face, you can see him almost shaking, laughing nervously.

The bitches stop their whispers, when they watch you facing El Presidente like that.

“Oh, she has the period…” Taza figures it out from the farthest corner of the clubhouse. The voice of wisdom.

“Why the fuck do you think I'm hiding?” Angel asks so naturally, until he realizes what he has just said.

A disgusting sensation squeezes your guts and your chest, biting your bottom lip as you nod twice in silence. You don't need to see the look on the others' faces to see how disappointed they are too, because of his comment.

“I'm sorry, Prez…” You mutter at the older, rubbing your nose with your forefinger about to cry, licking your upper lip about to cry.

“Quer—”.

“It's okay”.

“Baby, I didn't mean t—”.

“It's okay, Angel”. You mumble raising both hands to stop his steps. “Sorry to interrupt, guys”.

Keeping your hands in the pocket of the short jeans, you walk outside to your car. Are you this insufferable to make Angel hide himself from you? The only thing you want to do is lie down on your sofa, with him. Watch some movies, eat junk food. And you are starting to think that maybe those bitches are right, about that Angel is not someone for you, and you're not someone for him.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Taza asks, leaning over the table, frowning confused.

“You have an amazing girl that loves you unconditionally, when you are a pendejo, and you treat her like that?” Tranq adds, pointing at the door you crossed seconds ago.

“Yeah, brother. I would do anything for a girl asking me to spoil her”. Gilly says, raising both eyebrows.

“She is too intense sometimes”. Angel tries to justify himself, not knowing that he is very wrong.

“We were wrong with (Y/N). You're a fucking asshole, Angel”. Daniela, one of Vicki's girls, is looking at him without can't believe his words. “We are for a damn week bleeding like if we were a fucking cascade, wrapped in pain. Sometimes we can't even sleep. We're tired the whole time, and that makes us feel sad, upset. What the fuck is wrong with you, Reyes?”

“Yeah, if I ask my boyfriend to spoil me a little while having my period and he acts like you… Damn, I would go to his house to pick up my things and send him to hell”. Mariela says then.

Angel looks at EZ, being the most intelligent person in the clubhouse.

“Don't look at me, I would stab you with the stick”.

Silence.

“Several times. Until breaking it into splinters”.

“And then I would roll up your face over them”.

Everybody turns at Coco, who is having a smoke from his cig shrugging.

“I thi—think I gotta go…”

“Actually, you shouldn't have come”. Bishop nods, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips.

You have been crying for almost thirty minutes, with your head resting on the steering wheel, not wanting to come home. Just parked in front of the building. You can't stop thinking about the faces around you, not knowing what to say about Angel's comment. It was an inopportune one. And maybe it is your fault to complain too much sometimes, but he hasn't the right to treat you like that.

A knuckle hits some times the window, enough to call your attention. Lifting up your head, to lie back on the pilot seat, you roll down the glass turning your face to Angel.

“Change your seat”. He just says, opening the door when you unlock it.

Your boyfriend sits in without saying a word, driving out of the neighborhood, without you knowing the destination. The next time you raise your eyes from your lap is because the car has stopped. In front of a big twenty-four-hour shop. You don't say anything either, stepping out of it. Taking off his kutte, on your way to the inside, he places it over your shoulders and under his arm, grabbing a shopping basket.

“Take everything you want”. He just says kissing your temple.

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maggotmouth · 3 years

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hillo sexthy legends !! i’m nora and i’ll be writing margo colby n probs sm1 else bcos lets be real, i lack self-control. u can find her pinterest here n some info abt her sexy self below the cut. plot with me on discord ( hot girl midsommar#8664 ) or in my ims !! x o x

* CAMILA MORRONE, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER | you know MARGO COLBY, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ELEVEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to SCRAWNY BY WALLOWS like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BLEACH WHITE SNEAKERS POUNDING ON A GYMNASIUM FLOOR, USING THE SAME BLUNT SCISSORS TO HACK THE SLEEVES OFF AN EXES T-SHIRT THAT YOU USE TO CUT YOUR 3AM FRINGE, A WALNUT-SHAPED ACHE IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH FOR THE PERSON YOU COULD HAVE BEEN thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 8TH, so they’re a LEO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

CLICK ANYWHERE ON THIS SENTENCE FOR SEXII GOOGLE DOC!!

bullet point summary of margo.

— born margaret but NOBODY calls her that. its colby, coach or margo, and go to the privileged few. margo grew up in the creek commune n then dropped out of school cos of a teenage pregnancy so she was a bit of a cautionary tale back in’t’day (said tht in my yorkshire accent). she now works for summer camps coaching pee wee soccer and pee wee cheer, as well as helping out her beekeeper dad on his honey farm, which is jst north of abernathy creek, and working at scuba on the off seasons.

— its just her and her dad, and has been for as long as she can recall !! everything she knows about her mum could fit on the back of the weathered passport photo she keeps in her wallet of a stranger who shares her face - her name’s melody, or at least tht was name she used when working as a dancer, she’s from argentina and dropped mag’s dad as soon as someone w more money came along.

— margo’s father is a beekeeper with his own organic honey company. margo and her dad moved to irving in the early 00s, the summer between grade school and middle school, because her dad had heard about the communal living in abernathy creek and wanted to lend his skills there and live off the fatta the land in a very lenny from of mice and men kinda way.

— for a few years of middle school margo was bullied for living with the ‘freaks from the creek’, but when they realised how chill her dad was with underage drinking, margo ‘keg-bringer’ colby soon gained popularity among the more renegade students. every so often, the high school parties would happen at her end of town, occasionally with members of the commune even offering the high schoolers a spiritual experience they’d never forget (often in the form of mushrooms) which meant people tried to stay on her good side. to get an invite to a margo colby party handed you a free pass to make up the most ridiculous shit about the commune you liked and nobody else could say anything, because they’d never been to the creek.

— at school, margo had a lot of ‘behvioural issues’ bcos of undiagnosed adhd, she found it difficult to sit still for hours n write down huge chunks of information n her restlessness was seen as laziness. she was encouraged to do sports, as were most of the kids who weren’t that academically inclined, but she turned out to be pretty hot shit at sprinting, because she grew up surrounded by bee houses and he who runs slowest gets stung, baybeyy!! so yea, in school sports became her LIFE. she was gonna get a sports scholarship to college but ended up dropping out of school in senior year n becoming one of those kids who could have had it all but lost it.

— she had sex with sutter at a house party when she wasnt really ready because it felt like the right thing to do at the time and everybody else was doing it. she’d attended health class, she’d seen the corny videos. she knew about all the statistics, but she also knew that it had never happened to anyone she knew and the pull out method was basically safer than the morning after pill and way less expensive.

— a teenage pregnancy knocked her out of the runnings for prom queen and meant she had to leave school early. she didn’t go to college when her friends did, instead she spent the time interviewing potential foster candidates and eating her weight in lindt chocolate while marathoning love island in her room.

— she had a son, who she passed off to someone else a couple of towns away. it was a closed adoption which seemed like the best idea at the time, but she now wishes she had access to his life.

— after peaking in high school and jumping between jobs for a few years, she got a more permanent role at scuba which she loves with all of her heart and soul, but unfortunately a bar job doesn’t pay the rent.

— she works at summer camps coaching junior soccer and netball on the side. she’s extremely competitive and takes it very personally if her team lose. the kids all call her, coach colby n write her longwinded letters about how they’ll never forget this summer camp before they go back to their suburban picket fence houses n she keeps all the letters in a drawer n takes them out to read when she’s feelin depressed.

— enjoys surfing and worked for a number of years on resorts like mila kunis’ job in forgetting sarah marshall. she went on to work 18-hour days as a stewardess on luxury yachts which is a part of her backstory i added after watching season one of below deck because i guess i really am that fucking impressionable. met most of her surf friends doing tht but said she’d never in her life do it again bcos it was mostly just picking up after rich white ppl for shit pay. she came back to irving n thats when she started doing the summer camp jobs so she could move out of the creek n get her own apartment.

— she never actually finished senior year so she’s currently going to night school at the community college to get through her exams and is trying to save to go to college or open university. she wants to major in criminology. she’s super ambitious but also super adhd so she fluctuates between thinking she can achieve anything to just feeling like a failure n thinkin whats the point

— used to shoplift to feel joy and as an act of resistance to her hippy commune routes, but now sees herself as a reformed, bin-diving freegan (sims 4 eco living can i get a hell yaaaa). also she thinks it’s totally wrong to steal when you have enough money and clearly don’t need to steal to survive, ppl risk imprisonment for basic necessities, so for her to do it for a brief thrill and some new shades felt a bit derogatory

— was raised jewish. became a vegetarian as a child because it seemed, at the time, easier than having to explain which foods she was and wasn’t allowed to eat together, so she just cut out meat entirely. still a vegetarian now and dabbles in veganism, although its become less about not eating certain meats in the milk of their mother and more about her global impact / carbon footprint

— nurses little animals to health in her garden. has a hedgehog name OJ short for orange juice not the other one filthy pig. her and her dad have always been huge animal rights activists and existed on a vegetarian diet. the only one in their house who isn’t vegetarian is their cat, auggie. (short 4 augustus gloop)

— has a lot of stupid ass stick and poke tattoos. there was a phase during her years as a barmaid where she wanted to train as a tattoo artist n would mostly practice on herself or any friends who would let her

— she doesn’t form many long lasting friendships cos she tends to be super excited when she makes a new friend and just see them all the time but then it wears off and she can ghost a bit. she’ll always coming pinging back but she’s not the most predictable or loyal friend, sometimes she’ll sleep in your house every night for a week and then you won’t even get a text from her for a month. her best friends are elderly neighbours and houseless people she meets when volunteering at the foodbank. she thinks they’re more authentic than most of the ‘fake posers’ she meets down the vela pier

— calls herself a butch lesbian but still has sex with men when she wants validation. sexually attracted to some men, especially effeminate men, but only romantically attracted to women. very possessive of the gals in her life.

— stopped giving a shit about getting older or adhering to anyone elses bullshit standards, realised it was all fake p much as soon as she dropped out of school and one by one her friends just stopped texting her

— lives in one of the lofts in port apartments. it’s open plan with rugs and lava lamps everywhere. she has a palette bed. its all very ‘sustainable chic’. like, oh wow, a pallet bed that im supposed to think you made from scratch but i KNOW you got it off ebay because you thought it looked trendy

— constantly says shes poor but still buys clothes from urban outfitters. sus.

— frequently found at fannies flirting with the cute bisexual bartender with a choppy black bob.

general vibe / personality

vibrant, vulgar, self-absorbed, tenacious, veers bewteen apathetic and dogmatic, temperamental, flighty, unreliable, magnetic, charismatic, passive aggressive, likes to play devil’s advocate, takes the moral high ground. estp and a leo

likes: 70s music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy, cowboy chic culture, dc comics, the smell of locker rooms,, deep red lipstick, lacrosse sticks, smoking weed from a bong, dogs, karaoke, pet rats, kate moss, late-night strolls, hawaaiian shirts worn open over a bralette, skinned knees, thai food, picking the apples at the very top of the trees, zip-lining, cigarettes, the idea of pegging but not the practical application of it, decorative lamps, LGBTQ+ pin badges, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

dislikes: girls who call other girls ‘pick me’ girls, woody allen movies, mental mathematics, wealthy children, quentin tarantino, ironing, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, ‘dump him’ feminism, wes anderson films, spoken word poetry nights, college-educated bar staff who act like they’re better than you, indie softbois, the general mentality of cheerleading squads.

aesthetics

orange peel, the smell of bleach, skeleton drawings in the margins of a journal, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, bleach white sneakers pounding on a gymnasium floor, setting dumpsters on fire for the hell of it. a hit flask of vodka decorated with hello kitty stickers, split knuckles, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, a child in an oversize bee keepers suit, scabbed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

hoo boy this is getting LONG AS FUCK but here are my wanted plots

wanted plots

ok margo’s been in irving since she was like 10. she’s quite a vivacious person?? she dresses completely instinctively without any sense of cohesion so she stands out. a guy once told her she was wearing the ugliest outfit he’d ever seen and he thought that was so cool and brave of her. but anyway where was i going.. she grew up in the abernathy creek so stuck out like a sore thumb,,,, maybe ppl who were super interested in the creek or maybe poked fun at her bcos of it idk.....

b4 she dropped out, margo used 2 b in with the cool kids at school bcos her dad would buy them booze and rarely ask for the money. maybe a fun plot cld b with some of the ‘it girls’ she used to hang around with b4 she got pregnant n dropped out and they all went off to college n stopped texting her.

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! some1 she feels like she knew before irving ???

since margo literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships. fwbs. enemies with benefits. all the angst. all the slow burn mutual pining we hate each other narratives

locals who play sports. margo wld be all over community soccer n take it way too seriously. maybe ppl she plays hockey with. girls who she’s like, weirdly intimate with but its not a thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

she works part time at scuba. i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

she's also a surf instructor and occasionally works as a lifeguard!! gal has like 7 jobs ik but regular swimmers hmu

ppl she coaches at the gym !! she wants to be a personal trainer

i reckon she might have recently started meditating to try and calm down her mind cos its always bustling with thoughts, n i think she’s p interested in buddhism so if anyone’s a buddhist hmu

someone she’s trying to make a zine with on female empowerment and women in film and art, etc. just a very feminist zine.

TLDR: angry sports gay, former high school track prodigy turned drop out, who likes feminist literature, wearing leather jackets over slip dresses, and smudged red lipstick.

this was so long !!! im sorry !! if you’ve read this far have a biscuit, love x

#aaaaaaa #we back boys #irvingintro #hmu for plots bayybeyyy

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taesbetch · 5 years

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02 | Den Of Hybrids

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

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As the hybrids gathered in the lounge to watch re-runs of keeping up with the Kardashians a letter that sat on the counter caught your eye. Its electric blue envelope sent shivers down your spine, the design of it bring back memories of someone you would rather forget.

As you picked it up, the laughs of the hybrids halted as they sensed the change in your demeanour. Reading the letter, you stomach filled with dread. The news the letter presented made you want to vomit in horror.

“what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked worriedly as the seven boys waited for you to explain. Turning around to them you let out a huff of frustration.

“Aunt May is coming over”

“Let's just pack up and move” Yoongi suggested as his face showed the disdain that the words aunt may brought.

“aunt may?” taehyung asked in confusion as jungkook whined, clearly upset that she was coming to town. The group's mood was a mixture of sadness and dread, taehyung couldn’t understand what was so bad about the aunt may that had the whole rooms mood dropped in 0.2 seconds.

“She’s y/ns grandmothers’ sister” Namjoon explained to taehyung as he ran a hand through his hair.

“More like the devil! That woman has never had a good intention in her life since y/ns parents passed away she’s been acting like a guardian but all she really wants is the fortune. Old hag” jin exclaimed, his face going red from not taking a breath of air.

“when is she coming?” hoseok asked.

You scanned the piece of paper again, knowing you saw a date somewhere.

“she’s here in three days” You groaned. You had planned the next three days to a T, you were both busy with your book writing and running your businesses, not to mention the new addition to your crew; you didn’t have the energy for this woman.

“Can’t you just tell her we died in a car crash, so she won’t come to visit us anymore?” Yoongi whined as he folded his arms over his chest. You looked at the group with sympathetic eyes. Your aunt was always so rude to the hybrids, she has been a loud advocate when it came to disapproving getting hybrids. Never once had a nice word came out of that woman's mouth.

“well…anyway, we have a doctor’s appointment to-“ you started but couldn’t finish due the synchronised groaning from the boys.

“looks like this week is going to be a long one” You laughed the boys sighed, the mood grumpy and full of dread.

Night time fell and as the boys ate dinner you sat in your room finishing up on some work.

“y-y/n”

You looked up and smiled at your eldest bunny, a plate of food in his hand and a soft blush on his cheeks.

“jimin” You smiled as you pushed your laptop to the side, letting jimin sit in front of you “thank you for bringing my dinner” you finished as he placed it on your bedside table.

“of course!” he chirped his ears perked up excitedly.

“How are you doing? Are you feeling a little more comfortable?” you asked as he sat down, his sleeves pulled over his hands as he nervously looked you in the eyes.

He nodded happily his eyes watering a little which instantly had you worried. Before you could ask the nervous hybrid what happened you were engulfed in a tight hug.

“Jimin?” you asked as you hugged him back, the boy was affectionate, but this felt different it felt almost as if he was trying to love you back for all the things you had done for him. The way he held you tightly conveyed his message of never wanting to leave you and it made your heart swoon.

“I love you y/n, thank for looking after Yoongi and I. I know he can be a bit cold…but I know he’s grateful” Jimin confessed as he pulled away from you.

Patting his head, you smiled as his blush deepened to a dark red.

“Hey, I'll read you a bedtime story tonight mkay?” You asked knowing how much he loved being tucked in. A smile reaching his eyes made its way on its face as he did a few fist pumps in the air.

“oh! Can taehyung sleep in my room?” he asked as you grabbed your dinner, ready to dig in.

“well yea I mean If he would like to, I don’t see why not” you answered causing his smile to get bigger than you ever thought it could. You giggled as the boy hoped out, remembering when jimin would shake every time he moved around the house. Though he was still shy you began to see his joyful side and were grateful at his efforts to be a part of the family.

Breathing out you looked over at your work, slamming the computer shut before digging into your meal. You’ll deal with that shit later.

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Even though 10 o clock was around the time everyone actually started going to sleep, you always did your roundly goodnights now, at 9, just because it was more convenient.

Knocking on Namjoons door you waited for him to answer as you looked over to the lounge watching Yoongi and jungkook playing video games.

“Come in!” He replied.

As you opened the door you saw him sitting on the ground and the amount of paper on the floor in front of him. You were incredibly confused, and it showed on your face.

“Hey bud, what’s going on?” you asked, moving into his room and motioning to the mess on the floor. Closing the door, you listened as Namjoon mumbled inaudible words. You sat down next him on the floor as you picked up a single page, looking at the small picture of a female hybrid in a corner.

“well I…you know my heat is next month,” he said softly his eyes avoiding yours.

“Ohhh, my little namjoon is choosing his mate” you cooed as you gripped him into a hug.

“Y/n! its embarrassing!” he whined as he pushed away from you, his whole face heating up as he hid his face in his hands.

“don’t be embarrassed! it's completely normal. Do you have any front runners you would like to meet?” You asked as you watched him eye a certain profile. The girl seemed to be a lioness, a perfect match for your lion hybrids as they tend to gravitate towards each other. Hybrids weren’t usually bothered with mating with other hybrid types but hybrid types like lions and bears were often a bit to rough to mate with others, thus they liked staying within their own group.

“well…i…her?” he asked as he passed you the girls page. You smiled at how nervous and shy he was, this wasn’t his first time going to the mating centre, or his first time picking a mating partner but every time he seemed to be as nervous as the last.

The mating centre was the best mating service in the country, its quite pricey but its completely worth it. The males get sent profiles of the females, then the males choose who they would like and send a request to meet back to the females. If the female deems the suitable the two will meet and she’ll pick her preferred partner out of the requests she has gotten.

“what if she doesn’t want to meet me? What if no female wants to meet me?” he asked, his eyes full of worry as he ran a hand through his hair.

Even though the system of picking could end in a broken-hearted male who has been rejected by all, the situation has never occurred. You didn’t know how they did it, but the centre had a way of making sure everyone was paired.

“Namjoon, you know that’s not gonna happen and if she doesn’t want to meet, you’ll we’ll find another one! You’ve got a month bud” You answered as he pouted.

“I know…here, if she doesn’t answer maybe these girls” He said as he gave you a small list of profiles all the girls staying within the cat family.

“and who knows! Maybe one of these girls could be your forever mate!” you chirped as you patted his shoulder.

“Maybe…goodnight y/n” He said before giving you a hug.

Leaving Namjoons room you moved to jungkook and Yoongi, getting ready to rip them a new asshole for having the t.v too loud.

“Hey! Turn that shit down, you know the rules!” You shouted as you pulled the most serious face you could.

Jungkook groaned before turning it down, his ears flopping down as you mumbled angrily.

“Y/nnnn don’t be mad” he whined as you placed your hands on your hips.

“jungkook you know you aren't supposed to be playing video games this late – your bunny senses will be stimulated and it will-“ you started only to be cut off.

“it will mess with my human ones yes yes I knowww, I'm sorry! I'm going to bed right now!” he exclaimed as he rose from the couch storming past you to go up to his bedroom.

“fine, goodnight” you shrugged, knowing there was no way that baby bunny was going to bed without his hug.

“Goodnight Yoongi” You smiled cheekily as you shuffled towards him, your arms open hoping he might hug you first, instead he just shrivelled back in disgust. You paused for a minute wondering if you should continue your mission. Dropping your arms, you pouted before starting to walk away.

“goodnight y/n” He mumbled back, even though it was quiet it still put a smile on your face.

Hoseok room door was slightly open when you approached it, knocking you heard the scrambling of items as he let out a worried squeak.

“Hoseok? You okay?” you asked as you slowly opened the door. You gasped as you saw the absolute mess of his room. His bed was broken, his table was flipped up side down, there was chlothes everywhere.

“OH MY GOD. JUNG HOSEOK, WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCK!” you yelled as you examined all the wreckage he had made.

“I can explain!!” He yelled back as he waved his hands panicking

“Did you shift? I TOLD YOU TO GO OUTSIDE AND SHIFT EARLIER!”

“IM SORRY!! I DIDN’T LISTEN WHEN YOU TOLD ME TOO”

You looked at him in disbelief. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh before glaring at him.

“fine. You’re an adult, you can handle this” you said signalling to the room. “goodnight my sweet angel who will now forever listen to me” You added with a sinister smile as you left his room.

“Do I not get a hug!?!” he yelled as you walked away.

You groaned as you thought about having to deal with that knowing that the horse hybrid would not be able to deal with it himself, trying to shake of the thought of having to clean and rebuy you decided now would be a perfect time to read a bedtime story.

Laughter was erupting from jimin’s room. As you opened the door you watched as taehyung and jimin smiled at you in sync, the two of them clearly becoming very close friends.

“Whose ready for a story?” you asked as you slid in and closed the door. The two perked up excitedly before running towards jimin’s bed. You smiled as you opened jimin’s cabinet full of stories, some were proper books and others were targeted towards kids.

“okay bud, wanna read your favourite?” you asked as the two-left room for you in the middle. Jimin nodded his head as taehyung looked between you in anticipation.

Placing Namjoon files on top of jimin’s cabinet you took the book and climbed in between the two hybrids. Watching as taehyung copied jimin’s every action. After a while of reading the book you noticed jimin nudging your shoulder as he lay his head on your stomach asking for pats.

Scratching jimin’s ear you watched as taehyung looked at him in amazement.

“what’s he doing” Taehyung asked as he looked on in amazement.

“he’s purring” you answered as you continued jimin’s petting, his purring getting more intense.

“p-purring?” Taehyung asked, his face contorted into confusion.

“yea you know, when you get pet don’t you purr?” You asked as you closed the book, knowing that jimin would be falling asleep by now.

“w-well I’ve never been pet before” He answered quietly, his eyes locked on his hands as he played with them nervously. You looked at him in shock. A hybrid that’s never been pet before! Absurd! That was true torture.

“would you like to be pet, I promise ill be gentle” you suggested as his eyes flicked back to your hand in jimin’s hair. taehyung looked at you nervously before nodding his head, placing it on your stomach like jimin’s was.

You started slowly by caressing the top of his head, once you felt that he was comfortable you softly played with his ears causing a soft wine to come from his mouth as he nuzzled his head into your stomach.

Trying not giggle at his way of asking for more you started petting him like you would any of your other hybrids. As he started purring you tried your best not to swoon. Here were two of your newest hybrids, purring together. Letting them both drift of to dream land you tried your hardest to move the two too their pillows without awaking them.

A sign of trust was how nonchalant they were about you touching them in their sleep. Usually hybrids are always on alert so for them both to have their guard down around you was heart-warming.

Just as you managed to scoot of the bed, their sleep was interrupted by the abrupt opening of jimins door.

“Y/N I WANT MY HUG!” jungkook yelled.

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The doctors was never a fun place to be. Every time you went the boy’s patience seemed to last less then the time previous.

“Y/n he finished my check up, can’t I go with Namjoon and Yoongi to the park!” Hoseok pleaded

“I don’t know, what if something happens and I’m not there” You said as hoseok finished his check up and jungkook went into the examination room for his.

“We’ll be careful!” Jin added as he pulled the best puppy dog face he could muster.

You sighed as the silence of the conversation left you hearing the voices of other people in the room.

“okay but wait for jungkook, I’ll send Yoongi and jimin once there done then taehyung and I will meet you there” You answered slowly.

The boys excitedly talked amongst themselves as you continued to comfort jimin.

“Honey, your brothers are coming out alive and well. Its gonna be okay, they are all really nice people” You said as you stroked his back, watching him shake anxiously.

“Jimin, ill even let you have my grey hoodie afterwards, you love that thing” Jin encouraged as everyone looked at the boy worriedly. You looked over at yoongi who also watched the ground nervously, trying to keep his body faced away from you.

“Yoongi are you okay? Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” you asked softly.

Jimins eyes scanned the place before he whimpered, tucking his head in your shoulder as he cried.

“are you gonna leave us here?” he cried, shocking not only you put the other hybrids as well.

“What?! Leave you here? Of course not, I would never” you answered as you hugged your bunny tightly. “was…was a doctors office where you were left last time?” you asked, the two of them nodding their heads sadly.

You sighed as you stroked jimins face, looking at yoongi sympathetically.

“I know! Ill go in with you both. Owners aren’t allowed in but other hybrids are! I’ve been with y/n since she was a baby so if that doesn’t put you at ease then I don’t know what will, this place is the best doctor’s office in town. Not gonna lie, I hate it too but its better than any other ones” Namjoon exclaimed.

You smiled at you leader lion, he always knew exactly how to take care of the other boys.

“How does that sound?” You asked as yoongi scooted closer to jimin, giving you a glance as he nodded his head.

“if Namjoon comes with us then…I’ll feel a lot better” jimin answered.

“then its settled, when they call you, all of you go up, Namjoon will know what to do” You said smiling at the three. As jungkook walked out and jimin was called you watched as the group dispersed. Jin, hoseok and jungkook off to go to the park; and the others going for their check-up.

You looked over at taehyung as he moved up to sit with you, no longer blocked by the elder boys.

“So what check-ups am I doing today?” He asked you.

“the doctor just wants to look at your previous records so we can see what type we’ll have to do, then we're gonna have to come back and do all of this unfortunately,” you said talking about what the others are doing.

Taehyung sighed as he placed his back against the chair rest.

“jin said we get ice cream after this” he stated as he looked at you for confirmation.

You were about to answer when you saw the familiar doctor exit his room, looking around for you and the name on his sheet he had never seen before.

“ah y/n!” he called. You and taehyung got up and moved towards him. Dr kai was the nicest doctor you’ve ever met. He took very good care of your hybrids and you knew he’d take good care of taehyung.

“this must be taehyung” He smiled as the two of you walked past him and into his office.

“Nice to meet you, I’m dr kai and I look after your brothers, so if you have any concerns about me you can talk to them, they’ve been dealing with me for years” He laughed. As he tapped away on his computer the two of you stayed silent. taehyung’s eyes were wide as he looked around the room, noticing how posh everything was.

“wow…okay” he whispered causing you to perk up.

“Taehyung…you’ve had a rough childhood I see. A lot of broken bones, some that were left a little too long. Suppressants for your heat – a lot of medication” He said as he looked at the boy suspiciously. Taehyung gulped as he shot you a worried look.

You were shocked to hear these things from the doctor. A hybrid child needs to be taken care of, they are extremely vulnerable to accidents and growing up with hybrid specialties is a challenge. Heat suppressants made you sick, it wasn’t natural and fought their instincts, the medication often made them sick and weak and the whole thing was only invented because owners can't be bothered to support their hybrids cycle.

“It seems as though you’ve never had a full heat cycle” he stated as he started writing down some notes.

You looked at taehyung shocked as he looked at the ground in embarrassment. You pouted before stroking his head supportively.

“well, it looks like a lot of problems caused by a bad owner are occurring here. Luckily it doesn’t look like too many physical impacts are going to have a permeant effect. y/n if you give him some hybrid vitamin A every day for the next three weeks it should help out with his energy levels as coming off heat suppressants can be quite challenging and…maybe get him some therapy…physical impacts are temporary, but the mental impact will affect his daily life. We’ll need to do a full body examination and most likely a blood test” He stated as he printed out medicine scripts

You nodded your head as you took in everything the doctor had told you.

“Ill be back I’m just going to send this through to the pharmacy” He stated as he got up and left.

The room was filled with silence as you waited for taehyung to say something.

“were you…abused? I mean maybe it was naïve of me to assume that you were just neglected” you sighed as you stroked his head some more, feeling horrible for anything he had endured.

“Do…I have to get therapy? I-I don’t really want to” he said softly as he played with his hands.

“well your gonna have to talk to someone about this, otherwise how are you going to progress in life?” You asked as he sighed knowing that you were right.

“well…what about you?” he asked as he looked at you with watery eyes.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” you answered as you dropped your hand from his head. Even though you couldn’t give him the life advice a professional could you knew that you could provide closure and if that was all he wanted, then that was fine.

“i…I think I do”

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