Writer Goal Ask List For A New Year

Writer Goal Ask List for a New Year 🎉

These writer asks are always so fun to both ask and answer. Fanfic or original fiction writers, reblog away! These are asks based in new goals for a new year.

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

🥵 Any plans to write steamy or spicy content this year?

👻 Is there a new genre you'd like to write?

🦄 Is there a new POV you'd like to try writing?

🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?

🦖 Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you'd like to return to?

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

🌈 What research do you plan on doing for your writing?

✨What's one area of your writing that you think needs the least amount of improvement?

🥕 What's one area of your writing that you think needs the most amount of improvement?

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

🥳 How are you going to celebrate when you achieve one of your writing goals?

🎃 Do you plan on writing any seasonal fics?

🐾 Do you plan on writing for any fests or competitions?

✍️ Which stat matters most to you (if at all!): subscriptions, kudos/favorites, comments, bookmarks, word count, or hits?

👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?

🤖 Are you looking to change your current writing setup? (Or establish one, if you don't have one?)

🦷 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

🍕Will you be making any changes to your posting schedule (if you have one)? (Or do you want to establish a posting schedule?)

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

🪩 Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate?

🎉 How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals?

💌 Are you willing to take requests or prompts for writing?

🥵🛳️🛏

Hello lovely! Thank you for asking 💜

🥵 Any plans to write steamy or spicy content this year?

I actually have quite a few Drabbles that are spicy coming up. In Too Deep, is one of them. I don’t want to give too much away. But my Crown series that I’m working on behind the scenes does have a smut scene for each member as well. I’m going to really try to work hard on bettering my smut writing abilities, I honestly admire writers who can give you a clear, concise scene without deluding it but still keeping its purpose. I have a loooong ways to go!

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

Hmmm, well in a few of my fics I do mention boyxboy relationships. But I am debating on throwing in some girlxgirl with my MC’s as well. I do however like to pretend to set my friends up with specific idols. It’s the matchmaker in me 😅

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

There are SO MANY I have yet to dive into. A lot of the classics I tend to avoid, or a write in a way that goes against most tropes. BUT I am delving into: enemies to lovers, bed sharing, friends with benefits, second genders, and more 👀

Tell Me Again

Warnings: Mentions of sexual relationship and nudity

Pairing: FWB! Jungkook x (f)reader

Premise: You always knew what your relationship was. You always knew he was still in love with his ex. Now she's back, but you won't let him avoid his feelings.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. After a death in the family I found out I was pregnant. So far this pregnancy has been really rough and all I'm really able to do is sleep. I'm hoping now that I'm in my second trimester I'll have more energy and the brain fog will clear. In the mean time here's a little drabble for you! 💜

Word count: 1.4K

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“Tell me again why you’re here right now and not running to her hotel begging her to stay?” You chide him, watching his naked form climb out from under your covers. Gathering them around you, you keep yourself comfy in the after glow. But still manage to eye him curiously as he moves around your space collecting his clothes, searching his face for what should be an obvious answer. 

“It’s not that easy y/n” He groans in annoyance, pulling his jeans over his perk butt. The sounds of the metal of his zipper echo his uneasiness. Even after so many conversations about this topic it never seemed to get easier for him.

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our little one on ones.” You throw a pillow at him, shifting his focus back to you. Quick reflexes he catches it before it collides with his still naked back. “But this is the same woman you’ve told me about since we became friends. The one you’ve never been able to forget. Her having to leave the country was the only reason for you breaking up, blah blah blah.” 

“Yes, that one. But…” His fists tighten on the white linen of the pillow. His demeanour morphing into something anxiety ridden. “What about …. This?”

“Jeon, we both agreed what this was, and still is. Nothing has changed on my end, we are still friends.” You smile affectionately at his concern. “Unless you’re inlove with me then i completely get it.”

“HA. HA.” You both burst into laughter. One of the bonus’ of having Jeon as your FWB was that you had agreed right at the beginning to keep an open line of communication. No lines would be crossed behind closed doors, no accidental feelings, no possiblility of heart break or a one-sided loss. And as much fun as you two had together, other than physically you weren’t eachothers type. You fit well in the bedroom, but you regularly annoyed one another. Your personalities were a bit much, so being casual friends that met up only because your friend groups crossed was the best decision to keep you from killing one another. 

“Besides your friend Mingyu looks like he could be fun.”

The smuggness in your voice is not lost on him as you feel the cool thump of a pillow landing on your bare back. “Be nice.”

“Just saying.” You grumble at him, sitting up allowing the sheet to slide off your skin leaving you bare in the chilled air. Neither of you react to it as you gather your hair to put it in a butterfly clip.

“I’ll give him your number then?” His smirk is still there as he rolls his eyes at you.

“You better.” Climbing out of bed you throw on your bra and sweater, sweat pants then glasses.  “Honestly though, if your source is as creditable as you say then not only does she have an 80% chance of staying, but she’s also single. And by what your friend has said, it sounds like she’s still in love with you too.”

He hesitates, “What if I ask her to stay… What if I tell her I still love her and she leaves again?”

“You would have done all you can, it’ll still hurt. But this time you’ll know there was no saving it.” You sigh, you don’t have all the answers he wants to hear. You can’t tell him she’ll stay and they’ll live happily ever after. 

They were both pursuing their careers, and unfortunately that took them away from eachother. But if it has brought her back and she can still grow here, with him…it would be worth the risk, in your opinion. 

You watch him pull his shirt over his head, covering his abs. Standing to the side as he grabs his shoes from where he discarded them on his hasty entrance, he sits on your bed to put them on.

He catches at you staring intently at him. 

“What? You want another round?” His stupid smirk and bunny teeth on full display as he cocks his head towards you. 

“Like you could manage.” You taunt.

“Maybe not after the last two, but I’m sure I could get you there atleast once more before I go.” His cockiness really knows no bounds sometimes. His face may scream innocence, but his sex drive and dirty mouth completely shatter that image. He saunters towards you in an overly sexualized way, making it more comical than if he was actually trying.

“Get out Jeon. We’ve spent too much time together this week, you’re starting to irk me.” You shove him towards your front door, genuine laugh coming from him as he lets you lead him out. 

“Yea yea. Like anyone could stand being with you any longer.” Sarcasm rolling off his lewd tongue, as you reach the door.

“Hey! I am a ball of sunshine. I’ll have you know people love my company!” You play up the hurt in your tone. You both knew you preferred being by yourself then with most company. It was a personality flaw you came to appreciate about yourself.

“Who exactly?” He mocks openly. “Drama characters don’t count.” 

“....…. Go!” You bark. No serious anger in your voice. 

“Bye bye” he scoots out your door, closing it behind him. You lock it, mind already going 100 miles an hour. You’d help him not loose this chance. Not again. 

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Heels clacking against the cement slabs beneath you, the fragrant bouquet increasing your determination every step. Dressed presentably in a nice dress, long coat to give an air of ease, you didn’t want to over dress but then again you didn’t want to show up in sweats. Today would be an important day.

The light breeze feels like it’s pushing you forward. You know exactly where to go, you’ve done your sleuthing from his friends. If he thought you would let this go he was sorely mistaken. You’d never let him pass up this opportunity, after all this time. Never forgetting, never willing to let go. 

Regardless, you weren't’ the type of person who sat by idly while your friend didn’t let himself an attempt at true happiness. 

Marching into the hotel lobby, you don’t slow your pace. Heading straight to the elevator and pushing the button for floor 12. You smile to yourself in the reflection of the mirrored walls. You had a good feeling about this. 

The chime brings you back and you step out onto the carpet, down the long hallway and stopping in front of room 1212.

Rolling your shoulders back you reach out and knock on the door. 

“Delivery!” You call pleasantly.

You hear a sweet voice through the door answer back, “coming!”

Shuffling comes through the wood before the door opens, “Yes?” 

“Special delivery from one Euphoria florists.” You hold out the bouquet of specially chosen flowers. You can see the look fash behind her eyes, the recognition of the name. A past she hadn’t forgotten, regret she still felt.

“There all-” Her voice trails off absently as she take them from you, examining each bulb and leaf.

“Your favourites Miss. This is a custom order for you, along with this card.” The astonishment in her eyes is not lost on you. Nonetheless you hold out the envelope patiently waiting for her to be ready to take it. When she comes back to herself she gently but hastily takes it from you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Thank you Miss-?” An open ended question. One that you deemed unimportant for right now.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile even brighter at her, taking a step back you take a step to leave, but you can’t help yourself. 

“Yuri?” You say her first name, you can see the surprise ripple through her. “He named it after you, Euphoria.”

“Who are you?” Her gentle voice taken over by a slight tremor. Panic or excitement, you weren’t too sure. 

“A friend.” 

She takes a moment to stare at the bouquet in her hands, slowly a small careful smile appears. That’s the one you were hoping for.

“Thank you.” She offers you a hopeful smile, her eyes now looking watery from the pooling tears.

You wave to her as you retreat down the hallway back towards the elevators. 

He was either going to grovel at your feet in thanks or you were going to get your ass kicked for the rest of eternity. Meh, you could take Jeon if necessary. 

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Christmas/holiday prompt #1 with Jin please! 💙

Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Jin!roommate x reader roommate Premise: Stuck in your apartment due to the rapidly approaching storm, it would take a Christmas miracle to change your grinch of a mood or maybe two? Prompt: "Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3 AM!" "If Santa can do it so can I."

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!"Jin screeches as he enters your shared kitchen. You had technically been sitting at the island in the dark so it wasn't too surprising that you scared him when he turned the light on, either way you didn't flinch.

He jumped so easily to which you found out very quickly when you two first moved in together. Your friendship grew close over the span of 3 years being in each others spaces. He had met your friends, and you met his. You also joined him and his friends visiting his home quite a few times, his parents and brother were welcoming when you showed up the first time. Even now his mum occasionally called you asking how you were, directly wanting to speak to you.

You had grown accustomed to what you two were now.... and if some part of you may have grown to yearn for more, no one needed to know.

“Well after a long therapy inducing video call with my mother, informing her that I will not be making it home for Christmas because of the storm….. I was in need of some guilt food.” You wave the homemade baked good in the air, somehow like it explained everything.

"Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3AM!" He huffs, taking the seat next, giving you his unsubtle side glance. He did that when he was worried but assumed it was better not to say anything.

"If Santa can do it so can I...." You mumble taking another large bite of the sugar cookie. Mouth full you still ask him, "When are you leaving?"

"In about 2 hours" He snatches the cookie out of your hand taking a bite for himself, you stare at him in shock and betrayal, unbothered he continues munching. "The storm report says it's coming in around 6am, I want to be either at my parents or close to by that point."

"Smart move." You agree, grabbing at the last part of the cookie before he can stop you you shove it into your mouth chewing vigorously to swallow it down.

"So what's your plan now?" He doesn't make a move to retaliate, so you assume he's accepted it as he takes is phone out of his pocket and begins tapping on the screen. Probably one of those daily games he plays so much.

"Stay here?" Shrugging at your own suggestion. "Eat my share of cookies I made, binge a show? Who knows I might get a little wild."

"You? Wild?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Call it a Christmas miracle."

"Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" He asks, any hint of mocking from before is gone.

"Hah?" That wasn't the politest response you could have given but atleast you hadn't choked.

"My brother and his wife are already there, they'd both love to see you again." He gives you genuine smile. "Not to mention my parents."

"But is that really ok? I don't want to intrude on anything." There was no way he couldn't hear how loudly your heart was beating, and if he couldn't he must be deaf. The whole neighbourhood could probably hear it.

"Of course! Plus you're already packed. It's a win-win." Clearly your face doesn't share his confidence. "Look I'll prove it."

He looks at his phone, doing something on it before placing it on the marbled counter top.

"Wha-" You're cut off from asking anything else, his phone rings aloud only once before the line is picked up.

'Seokjin, is everything ok?'

"Yes mum, can you please tell y/n you already said it's ok for her to spend Christmas with us?" He smirks at you.

'Y/N dear, of course it's more than ok!'

"Mrs. Kim, thank you so much, but what are you doing awake at this time of night?"

'We're all waiting until Seokjin gets here, the storm is too worrisome for us to sleep.'

'IS THAT JINNIE?' You hear a voice boom from the background of her call.

'Yes it's your brother. Y/N will be joining us for Christmas this year.'

'Y/N!' You hear him cheerfully call to you, you can't help but laugh and give a small hello. 'About time Jinnie finally grew a pair and asked you out. I was loosing all hope for him.'

You don't know what to say, your brain short circuits. Grow a pair? Ask you out? What just happened.

"I'll text you when we leave, Bye!" Jin hangs up hastily, giving you a sheepish smile then averting his gaze. But you're stuck looking at him.

"...Jin..." You take a moment to calm yourself, his brother may have just been joking. "What was your brother talking about 'loosing hope'?"

"Uh ha ha." He looks at you again, before giving an audibly shaky exhale. "I didn't really plan to talk to you about this until after Christmas, but um- you see, over these past years of living together and being really good friends I've realized my feelings for you have changed. My family also knows that they've changed and they've been nagging at me to tell you, because in some weird delusion they think you might feel the same way."

'Feel the same way' you both felt the same way?

"And I'll take any Christmas miracle for that to be true. I really would like to be more for you..."

"Well," You start slowly. "It looks like one of us is getting their miracle."

You let out an airy chuckle, before relaxing. You gave Jin's shoulder a little bump snapping out of his stuper.

"Or maybe both? I can still be a little wild at my in-laws place." You snatch another cookie off the plate, leaving your seat and heading to your room to grab any last minute things. But that doesn't mean you're out of earshot to hear him shout from the kitchen.

"THANK YOU CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!"

My love!

Thank you for listening to my rants and rambles. Thank you for being there when I panic about my fics or I feel like I'm losing control over it. If anyone is an anchor, its you 💜💜

I can't wait to dive deep into Mr. Eucalyptus' side of things, which *SPOILER* there will be 🤫 

It's going to be a bumpy ride, thats for sure.

Eucalyptus || 002

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers, mentions of medication

Premise: A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she’s always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.

WC: 3.6K

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Your body vibrating with anxiety as you stare at the wooden apartment door. Your heat had finally let up a few days ago, but you had stayed a little longer to try to adapt to being human, learning to cope with the smell that had triggered your heat. The hybrid shelter had brought you items from your owners to help soothe the transition, however one scent in particular continued to make your mouth drool. You had managed to keep a steady rhythm around it now, and you felt it safe to finally return. This time as a human.

You grip tighter at the bag in your arms, exhaling a deep breath as you slowly reach up, allowing yourself to knock on the door. You can hear muffled voices from the other side, your breath hitches as you make out who’s voice is who’s, footsteps coming to greet the wood separator. 

A breeze rushes out as the door is opened, a heavy air of scents from all seven men. Two pairs of eyes stare down at you. A shy smile creeps onto your lips, fighting off tears. Tears of joy? Anxiety? You weren’t even sure.

“Hi, uumm, it’s me…Snow, I uh- I’m-” You stutter out, not sure which one to look at. Still overtly aware of the other men inside the apartment. 

“You’re home” Jimin’s soft voice breathes out. 

“Yea,” Nodding, you can feel the tears rush down your cheeks. “I’m home.”

Arms pull you through the door way, you drop the bag as warmth wraps around you. 

“Thank god you’re home. We thought we were going to go crazy without you.” Taehyung’’s voice breaks through his shuddered breath. You can feel your heart beating like crazy in your chest, but not caring you snuggle into them more. You inhale as deeply as you can, basking in their comforting scents. Arms slacken around you, Jimin pulling you by the hand into the apartment. 

“Guys! Snow came home!” Taehyung cheered from behind you. 

Nerves getting the better of you, you use Jimins hand like a lifeline keeping you grounded as you stare at his feet. Silence overtakes the once busy room, slowly you look up to find 5 stunned figures around the room. 

You hear a choked noise come from the kitchen, glancing over you see Jin standing there eyes unblinking as he takes you in.The tears begin to fall again. 

“Snow?” His voice cracks. Watching him, he takes a couple of tentative steps towards you. His scent stronger now, the same sugary scent as before.

“Nn.” You launch yourself at him, uncaring of all your insecurities screaming at you about being a terrible mannered pet. Your arms wrapping around his waist and his around your shoulders. “It’s me.” 

His firm arms hold onto you tighter. Like he’s afraid if he let’s go you’ll disappear again, but you’re here. In human form, something they were prepared for you to never do infront of them. The traumas of your past having a large probability of you never fully trusting. Yet you were in his arms, finally home where you belonged. 

You breathe in his scent again, his being one of your favourites. Maybe you were biased because he was the one who found you, the first one you felt comfortable with. Before you know it, his arms have loosened and he’s turning you around pushing you towards Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok who are further in the living room. All three men not hesitating to swarm you in a group hug. 

You can feel your own body and mind relax in unison. You would have never had guessed in a million years that having so many different scents bombard you at once, that you would feel the most at ease. However, even in the midst of the pharemone party one smell lingered in the back of your throat. It was almost like you could taste it on your tongue, like you accidentally licked the source and now your mouth was coated with it. 

One figure still remained stunned in place. Namjoon more concerned for your state of mind  then anything else. 

“How are you feeling now? Better?” He sounded hopeful. That was a good thing right?

“Alot better.” 

He holds his arms out as he takes a step towards you, catching you in what probably wont be your last hug of the day, knowing these men. You hurriedly step into him, thankful for it. You hear the voices behind you but you are too distracted enjoying the hug until too much movement happens at once and you choke. The intoxicating scent catches in your lungs, you’ve taken too deep a breath. Shallow breathes made it easier to not be affected. Deep ones allowed it to fill much of the empty space within you. You take a step back to cough, seeing them all circled around you. 

“I’m ok. It’s just a bit much.” You try to cover your coughs in the sleeves of your sweater. 

“Right, is the scent bothering you?” Jin rushes to you, hand rubbing your back as he ushers you to the open patio door. The outside air, fills your lungs and the stickiness in your air passage dissipates. 

“I’m really ok, I promise.” You smiile brightly at him. 

“We understand you don’t want us to know which one of our scents it is, but how can we help you?” Jin pleads, eyes begging for a way to help, hand still rubbing slow circles on your back. 

“I’ll get used to it.” Is all you can manage, reassurance comes out as a meak promise. You were determined to get used to it, you had to. You wouldnt risk finally having a home for this. Not this.

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You stayed human for a few days getting not only yourself, but the members a chance to figure out the dynamics of it all. Nights you spent back in animal form, tucked away in your hutch in Jin’s room, it being the easiest when it came to space for sleeping arrangements. That and you always felt yourself gravitate back towards it. The safety of being engulfed in his scent for the start satiated the tremors of anxiety within you. 

During the days however, depending on your mood and who was home you’d spend a decent amount of time in human form. But days like today you had opted for glider form to snuggle into the abundance of citrus and cream that was Hoseoks comforter. 

“Snow!” Jins voice calls from the open door and down the hallway moments before his head pops in the frame. “There you are! Food is ready, do you think you could go get Namjoon? He said he was going to take a rest.”

You chirp happily back at him, unfirling your tail and limbs following the need to stretch along your body. You shake off the last of the grogginess before leaving the delicious scent behind, his and Jimins lavender and lemongrass lingering on your fur. You scuttle down the bed, gliding to the floor, cheerfully tutting your way further down the hall to Namjoons jarred open door. 

His room lit only by the sunlight breaking through his partially parted curtains. Sun patches dance on the floor, leading to his bed and the body lying in it. Deep slumbered snores come from the cozy nest he’s in. 

You bark a few times trying to get his attention near the foot of the bed, when that doesn’t seem to be working you march over to the side of the bed he’s lying on. Climbing up his bedside table you leap the small gap onto his bed, landing on his pillow. Which turns out to be a terrible idea.

The scent coming from his skin is pervasively intoxicating. Something in your animal nature reacts, compelling you to inch closer until you’re lightly nibble on his cheek. Your mind slips into a mild haze, too late realizing what’s happened. Nakedly hovering over him, but not close enough to touch, you’ve shifted into your human form.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!” The scream leaves you before you can stop yourself. You shoot backwards to get away from him, falling off the bed for the second time as a naked human. Colliding with the cold hardwood floor on your warmed skin, you schriek before shifting back to glider form. Panic overwhelms you, forcing you instinctively to seek shelter in the quickest place you can. Under his bed. 

The thudding from feet alert you, as well as the shifting on the bed now above you that everyone had reacted to your…. Not so quiet incident. However, thankfully sleepy Namjoon was the slowest person to react in a crisis, so you could almost guarantee yourself that he had no idea what just unfolded. 

“What happened?” You hear Namjoons deep dazed voice come from above you, the same time as his door swing all the way open with bang.

“We heard her scream!” Hoseok pants, he probably just came home when he heard the noise. You had been waiting for him to return in his room. 

“Snow?” Jin shouts, he’s definitely using his Hyung voice on the younger. He only ever did that when he was either really panicked or someone was hurt. “I sent her in here to wake you up, did you squash her Kim Namjoon?!” 

“No!” You hear shuffling on the bed, you watch it bow slightly from his movements. When it stops you give a hesitant chirp, loud enough for them to hear but without any backbone to it. 

You didn’t want them to fight and to know that you were ok, but you were absolutely not coming out just yet. Your body shaking from your minds inability to understand what you had just done. 

“Snow?” 

At the edge of the bed, you see Jin peak under to you. “Are you ok?” 

You chirp to them, trying to reassure him that you were infact physically ok. Mentally frazzled, but ok for the most part.

“Can you come out and tell us what happened?” He tries coaxing you out. 

You take a sheltered step back, until your backside is against the far wall. Even in the dim lighting he can make out your shaking head. He gives a heavy sigh before standing back up.

“I think we should give her a minute, Namjoon come eat with us.” Jin demands of his members. If anyone can read you in animal form it was Jin, we had this enate ability to just know what you needed without you using words. 

Eventually 3 pairs of feet leave the room door closing behind them. That’s when you realize just how long you’ve been holding your breath, dizziness overwhelms you as your chest inflates. Too much all too soon, the scent coating your lungs. This milder scent doesn’t send the itch to shift through your instincts, but it does leave an odd sensation behind. A heaviness you’d never felt before. 

Once the need to hide subsides and you unhurriedly step out from under the bed. You listen intently for the faint sound of their voices in the dining room, feeling as though it’s safe you shift again….this time on purpose. 

You quickly change into the set of emergency clothes he has stashed away for you. Each of the boys room having their own set, just in case you had a shift that none of you were ready for. It was Yoongi’s brilliant idea and you could never be as thankful as you felt right now. Covering your bear skin, your mind fizzles with what the hell you were gonna tell them. How the hell you were going to explain that away. 

From the fact that you had managed to scream it was obvious you had turned human, for what ever reason, and then proceeded to get so scared you turned glider and hid. 

Your mind scrambles as you make your way into the kitchen, 3 sets of concerned eyes turning to you immediately. You try not to flinch as you smile at them. 

“I’m really sorry about that.” Was all you manage. 

“What happened?” Jin demanded, he was never angry with you only stern. It only ever happened when you inadvertently hurt yourself. 

But right now you needed an answer, a viable one. If there was ever a time you needed to rely on your wit it would be now. So before you can overthink anything you let your mouth take the lead.

“I climbed onto the bookshelf under the window to glide onto your bed like I usually do, but when I got up there there was this huge bird. And I’ve seen birds before but this one looked mean, and we had this stare down and then it lept at me and i fell backwards. And I must have shifted when I was falling because I didn’t even realize it until I heard myself scream. I didn’t mean to worry anyone! I’m really sorry!” You ramble, pouting innocently, head held low, peering up at them sneakily to see if the story had stuck. 

“Well I’m glad you’re ok.” Hoseok rushes over to you, smiling brightly. Arms wrapping around you he lets out a giggle at your cuteness. 

‘One down.’

Namjoon calmly walks over, large hand patting your head tenderly. A now very awake chuckle comes from him, you peer over Hoseoks shoulder at him to give him a weak smile.

“You gave us all a heartattack. Maybe we can find you a safer way onto my bed? I’ll look into some options.” He says before walking away to the kitchen.

‘Two down.’

You watch him as he leaves, but a pair of carefully trained eyes catches your attention. Hoseok lets go of you, sheepishly you look at the floor. 

Jin saunters over to you, eyes not looking away from your slumping body. You try to make yourself appear smaller, but you know he’s already caught you in a lie. 

“Birds?” 

You scrunch your nose up in minor annoyance, looking up to him he just shakes his head and laughs at you. You whine at him that it was a bird, but you know it’s all for nothing. He’s too intune with you to let this go.

Three failed.

‘Birds?’ You mock yourself, he wasn’t the only one who didn’t buy it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to.

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Sitting outside on the balcony as the members are out for the night, you decided to drag a blanket outside to sit on one of the sofas. You let yourself muddle through your insecurities, you were used to dealing with your issues alone. 

“Namjoon, huh?” Startling you from your thoughts, eyes widening as Jin sits down on the sofa with you.

“That easy?” Eyebrow raising in dramatic question as he gestures to who’s blanket you have curled around your body.

“Only for me. I don’t think the others have put it together.” 

Neither of you say anything for what feels like a millenia, before the gravity of the situation weighs down on you. The suffocation of your mind makes it hard not to want to rely on Jin. The one who saved you, gave you a home. Gave you a choice. Forcing your walls down, you reach over to him. Hands gently finding his, he doesn’t hesitate to intertwine his fingers with yours. 

An immeasurable sadness washes over you.

“If the center found out….they’d ask about relinquishing your adoption rights.” You stare down at your hands. “I’m a pet Jin, A pet and that’s all I can ever be.”

“Snow-” 

“No! Listen please. I’m ok with that. I want to stay with all of you. I want to stay by all of your sides, please don’t make me leave.” Tears uncontrollably rush from your eyes, coating your cheeks and dripping onto your intertwined hands. The sheer panic in your body starts you shaking like an earthquake. He’s never seen you like this before, but like always he knows what you need.

“Shh, shhhh.” He pulls you into a tight hug, your body wracked with hysterics of thinking that you might loose them. “No ones making you leave. You belong with us. We’ll figure this out together, I promise.” 

More than anything else in your life, past trauma, inability to shift, the pain of all your lonely years, you believed in nothing more than his words.

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A few nights has passed when you had finally worked up the courage to pull Jin aside and tell him you were ready to call the vet from the shelter. You trusted him enough to ask him questions but not enough to expose yourself.

So when it was just the two of you, agreed to be given space by the rest of the group, you sat down and called the number of his business card.

You explained the necessities but left out the major issues. Issues that could get you removed from the home. It wasn’t unheard of for a pet and owner to have a physical relationship, some hybrids were bought for that purpose. Some sick need the humans might carry. But then again some would argue hybrids are still part human. But you felt more animal then human most days, almost every day, even with being able to shift now.

You didn’t want someone to be with you because of pity, or guilt or even obligation. 

If you had to do it alone, then so be it.

‘No chance of a heat partner?’ The vet questioned calmly from the other end. He had listened silently as you explained your new heats and how bad they were and how you needed help.

“I can’t even stomach the idea of it.” You feel the nausea bubble up, but you push it down. Jins warm hand over yours a warm reassurance. 

“Count that as not an option.” Jin states, you smile at him. Grateful for all he’s already done for you.

‘I understand.’ The voice comes through again

“Is there anything I can take, some sort of stronger suppressant or -idk… anything?” Rocking back in forth in small motions in your seat, bottom lip becoming increasingly painful as you chewed relentlessly on it.

‘There is something.’ He hesitates. ‘I haven’t prescribed it myself but I have had colleagues give it and it has worked to suppress heats to an almost indecernable amount.’

“Really? What is it?” You can’t stop the excitement from appearing in your tone. Your fingers tighten with Jins. 

‘I want to be transparent with you Snow, the side affects can be…. Unpredictable. I’d have to look into everything that could go wrong, not to mention because you are a small rodent I’d have to trial the correct dosage for you.’  A deep exhale cuts through the line. ‘What I’m trying to say is, it will take me some time to figure this out and feel like I’m not putting you in danger by giving this to you.’ 

“I trust you.” And you mean it. 

‘I appreciate your trust in me. How about this, I will look into it and do my own research, run some tests and then I will get back to you and we can discuss it.’ He still sounds unsure, but the tone in his voice is stern. ‘I do request all owners to be present for the conversation. Will that be alright with you, I will not delve into any details that you don’t want me to’

“That would be greatly appreciated doctor.” Jin responds for you. Hand over your mouth to stop from gleefully screaming at the possibilities.

Your almost bouncing in your seat as the prospects of almost not having a heat. You wouldn’t carry any extra burdens with you that they’d need to shoulder. Your hand squeezes his in excitement. 

‘Alright, I’ll get back to you when I can. Good bye.’ 

“Good bye!” You shout a little too eagerly, the sound of the vet laughing was cut off by the end of the call.

“There could be something…” You felt like you were on a cliff, teetering on the edge, so high the altitude causing shallow breathes. One part of you wanting to jump, soar through the clouds, the exhilaration carrying you on the wind of hope. But the other….. Was terrified. Jumping ment plummeting, it didn’t mean landing, it meant detonating what was left of a pipe dream.

“There could be something…” The words come out in a chocked whisper. Your eyes bubbling with fresh tears. Your body is wracked with uncontrollable sobs, heavy fear you didn’t realize how deep it was breaks you down.

“Yes, there could be. Snow I don’t want you to get your hopes up if you can’t take it.” Jin wipes away the tears from your face. “If you can’t, we are all open to helping you any way we can. We all love you so so much.”

“I love you all too…but any of you would feel so guilty if it was you, I don’t want anyone to blame themselves.” You sniffle. “I need it to work Jin. I need this. I can’t- I can’t go through this again.”

“I know it’s hard for you to talk about right now, but I promise you when you’re ready we’re all hear to listen.” 

You snuggle into his warm embrace, his hands rubbing circles in your back. You had caused so much turmoil since being here. The guilt was eating you alive.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them about the pain, the discomfort. Nothing, it wasn’t anyones fault but your own. This was your fault, and you wouldn’t drag anyone down with you. You could already see the heartbreak on Pretty’s face when he put it all together. 

You’d take the medicine, it would work.

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Poisoned Discoveries

Warnings: Mentions blood, violence, stabbing, poisoning.

Pairing: Wolfgang! SKZ x Veterinarian! (f)reader

Premise: Moving to a small town and opening your own vet practice, finally you had achieved your own freedom. No longer dragged down by your 'family', free to choose who to trust.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I know I didn't have this originally planned to come out but I had this scene in my head and had to get it out! I promise I"m still working on the stories on my WIP list 💜

Word count: 1.3K

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It had been a hell of a long day. Too many emergencies to your liking. Weather it be a dog who swallowed something they shouldn’t have or a cat taking on a Jeeps wheels, you hadn’t had a chance to breathe. So finally beginning to shut down your small vet practice felt godsent. 

Unfortunately for you this godsent was short lived. Emerging from the back examination rooms you round the corner just in time to see 7 figures burst through your front door. Well 6 figures carrying an unconscious one. 

“What the hell-” You jump, quickly scanning over who had chaotically almost broke your glass door off its hinges. “Guys?”

“Y/N, we need your help!” Changbins barks, carrying most of the weight of the limp person. 

“Wha-”

“It’s Chan! Please!” 

The fumble Chans body gently to the floor, you can see his blood soaked shirt and pants. 

“Chan? He needs a hospital!” You demand, kneeling down next to him to take in any injuries. 

“Y/N can you please look?” Hyunjin asks.

“I’m a vet, not a doctor.” You remind, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. Even though your mind was screaming at you with panic at seeing one of your friends bleeding out on your floor. 

“We can’t take him there. Youre the only one we trust.” Minho’s voice sounds cold. You look up at him, you give him a dead stare. His eyes flash with concern. If he was showing signs of duress something was going on here. 

“Take him to the back, put him on the table. I’ll do what I can.” You instruct rising from the floor to peel off your jacket and throw it onto the main counter. “Yongbok, lock the door.”

You don’t look back as you head down to the exam room, you hear them scramble after you. Entering you rool up your sleeves adn start washing your hands in the sink. Peerign over your shoulder you see Chan on the steel table and the others crowding around him. 

“Everyone out.” 

Grumbling resonates from the group. 

“I need space to work.” 

Still grumbling you hear them leave and the door shut. You finish washing up and turn to your barely conscious friend.

“Alright Chan, lets get you out of here alive.” 

Coming out of the room you spot the 6 men in yoru dimly light lobby. The worry hanging thick in the air, their worry and panic now fully settled on their face, shock clearly worn off now.

“He’ll be fine.” You announce when they don’t notice you enter. They all stand at attention. “He’s stable now, but he’ll need some rest before you can move him.”

“Oh thank god.” Jisung sinks down into his chair, hands in his face. 

“Seriously though guys, what the hell happened tonight?” 

“Just some random guys starting shit, when Chan tried to defuse it one of the guys pulled out a knife.” Changbin states monotonly. 

“Some random guys?” You question, yea you didn’t believe that one bit. 

Just silent nods are the answer yoru given, but you dont’ bother to ask again.

“What happened in there?” Minho’s voice rings sour in your ears. Once again you give him a blank look.

“Well his wounds didn’t puncher any major organ, so it was just the blood loss I was initially concerned about.” You explain. “However, he was showing signs of poisening. So I had to take blood to figure out what type so I could effectively give him the right antidote. Once I administered that I was able to work on the wound itself and any infection that might come along.” 

You watch them as they take in your words, but you don’t bother letting them stand there too long. 

“For now he’ll stay here. I’ll close my practice for the next few days. I suggest you all go out and bring him a mattress and some bedding for the time being.” Finishing you turn back to head back to your patient. 

“Poisen…?” 

You hear the panicked whispers behind you. 

“Shit…”

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“You shouldn’t have brought me here.” Chan grumbles from his makeshift bed on the floor. 

“ You were dying.” Minho deadpans. 

They were all huddled in the makeshift recovery room around their leader. He had taken over 48 hours to finally wake up. Scaring them but you had reassured them that he would in time come too after the poison had mostly left his system. 

He had sure enough woken up, sore and agitated to his dismay but the others were too thrilled to give him any more peace. Explaining to him what had happened that night. 

You for obvious reasons only entered when you needed to check his vitals and administer new IVs. Their voices grow hushed when you’d knock on the closed door. 

“Still. This could put her in a lot of danger. Especially if they find out she helped us.” Chan redirects. He understands how close he was, but they were all good friends with you. Close enough none of them wanted to see you hurt or dragged into their secret part of their lives. 

The one they kept so far from you, since the day you moved to their small town and opened your practice. 

“They had covered the knife in poison Chan.” Changbin fights back aggressively. “The only poison that could possibly work on us is-“

“Wolfsbane.” You interrupted from the doorway. No one noticed you had entered behind them. 

7 pairs of bulging eyes sprang toward you. You stayed calm as the air in the room grew tumultuous. 

“Y/n, what are you-“ Seungmin tries to cover. Being the first one to find his voice after the surprise.

“I had to be able to identify the poison used before I could treat it. Wolfsbane doesn’t affect humans, at least not as critically. More like leaving a bad taste in your mouth. There’s only one thing it could possibly kill.” You leave the answer hanging. If they didn’t want to say it out loud then you wouldn’t force them. Haven knows you would be reluctant to share something like this.

You walk further into the room, watching the looks shared between them. But you just shake your head when they look back at you. Eyes pleading.

“Honestly, I’ve had a hunch for a while now.” You sigh. You didn’t want them to feel scared, but so far that was all you could sense in the room. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, at least not from where I’ve been standing.” 

A light chuckle breaks from you as you remember, “especially when I’ve already told you my favourite place is on top of the roof, watching the stars and the forest across the street.”

“I get why you didn’t tell me. We all have our secrets.” You reassure. The fear started to trickle from the room, realization dawning on them slowly one at a time. “Besides I’m not one for blood wars.” 

“You’re the rogue lightwalker we’ve been hearing about.” Chan speaks first, he’s always the one to put the puzzle pieces together the fastest.

“But you don’t smell-“ Jisung starts.

“Like death?” You smile softly at him. “Well I’m not a zombie so thankfully I’m not that putrid. I have my own ways for masking just like you all do.”

You take a minute waiting for the information to settle. Some of them still seemed uncomfortable as they stood there, watching you.

“I still trust you guys more than anymore regardless. I don’t have a family I belong to. I never wanted to find one again after I left.” 

Chan clears his throat after a somber moment, staring straight into your eyes. Searching.

“If not a family…..what about a pack?”

7 smiles blaze at you. The dark emotions you may have been feeling completely submerged in their light. You never needed a family. Families were cold, brutal and treacherous.

Packs were warm, caring and trustworthy.

“I'm all yours.” You laugh back, before an evil grin forms on your face. “Now tell me about the ones who tried to kill Chan.”

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