#maybe a bit of foraging

[tri-punisher]

i was watching a magpie dogfight yesterday it was cool as fuck. i wish i could show an example of the sound they made when they were pursuing that one magpie it kinda sounded like the whistle of a bomb dropping but very brief. only examples i can find of an alarm/distress call are from european magpies

[obsessivevoidkitten]

UnANTicipated

Male Ant Mimic Spider Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Ant Hybrid Reader CW: Noncon, reader mildly drugged by venom, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, oviposition Word Count: 1.3k (Hope you enjoy the buffet of writing I have been cooking up, feel free to tip and please comment!)

On the post-apocalyptic continent that was once the US, almost everyone was a hybrid of human and animal.

There were still pure humans, but they were exceedingly rare.

It was thought that a virus combined with radiation caused the transformation.

You were an ant-hybrid. Unlike an actual ant, you could leave your colony and survive independently, but why would you wanna leave the colony?

You were a small drone, and the soldier ants kept you safe from many mutated beasts. The foragers brought food, and you worked construction! You made tunnels and expanded rooms.

You had never even been outside. There was no reason for you to leave the safety of the colony, you had no tasks out there.

The colony was massive and always growing. That's why you didn't think twice when you met a new ant that you had never met before.

A fellow builder named Echo.

He must have been new to building because he was not good at it all. Seemed his instincts were all wonky. And there was something about how he looked... he was bigger than many of the soldiers you had encountered.

You figured maybe he had been a soldier and suffered some type of injury. Or maybe he had gotten into trouble and removed from the service!

Oh well, he seemed friendly and was clearly putting forth a lot of effort into building.

You didn't want the foreman to yell at the new addition so you taught him everything you knew and supervised his work carefully.

Echo was such a sweetie. A fine member of the colony! You frequently ate lunch together, and he confirmed that he was a former soldier ant that had suffered internal injury. It was all he could do just to build and remain useful to the colony.

What an inspiration.

You always stared at him in wide-eyed admiration as he told you how he had fought victoriously against frog mutants, giant two-headed serpents, and even a rabid rat-bug.

He told you all about sunshine and the river and trees.

It sounded amazing. But no place for someone like you with all that danger lurking about.

You hung out more and more. You hung out after work, too. You always caught him staring at you. Maybe he had a crush on you? The thought made you pretty happy.

A real life kind hearted hero might actually like me!

You began developing a bit of a crush on him.

But your thoughts of romance were put on hold when the kidnappings began.

Apparently, spider mimic hybrids had snuck their way into the colony. Violating everyone's sense of safety. They had evidently taken ants to do who knows what with them!

Everyone was on high alert.

Thank whatever higher power existed that you had Echo at your side! He went with you everywhere to make sure you were safe.

He even suggested becoming roommates! All because he didn't want anything to happen to you.

There was no reason to refuse! You let him move in immediately.

That night, you went to bed like normal. But you woke up somewhere different. On a bed, but not yours. You were bound by some kind of stringy rope and felt a strong set of arms around you.

"Ah! You're awake! Welcome to our little love nest~"

You instantly recognized the voice as Echo.

"Echo? W-what's going on? I'm scared..."

Echo removed the fibrous material that bound you.

"Sorry, my prize. Had to keep you wrapped up and safe on the way here. It was a long trip, but I made sure you were cozy~"

Your head throbbed as you struggled to make sense of what exactly was going on. You became aware of a sore spot on your neck. You put a hand on it and felt a welt.

"Ah, sorry about that, I had to make sure you were still during the trip. No fussy struggles or crying."

Though by then, you were definitely starting to cry.

"You're upsetting me! Just tell me what's going on!!"

Your voice was trembling.

You tried to sit up but found yourself too weak to do so. Echo stepped in front of you and leaned down to your level.

For the first time, you saw the large man for what he actually was. All four of his eyes were open, his fangs flashing, his antenna actually a small set of limbs growing from his back.

Your antenna twitched furiously as you processed this new information.

He chuckled warmly and pet your antenna, causing an unwilling tingle between your legs.

"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?"

You whimpered as he pet you there some more before finally managing to shout.

"What the fuck do you want with me!?"

"What all us ant mimics want, my prize. A nice mate to stuff full of our eggs~"

You tried to struggle. To scream. But he placed webbing over your mouth before peeling off your clothing and pinning you to the bed.

"Shhh darling, you have such an easy task. Just calm down and take my babies."

He kissed your head to help calm you, though it did nothing to stop your shaking or quell your tears.

"You're so tiny. So perfect. My little trophy."

He took a gob of his thick precum on his fingers and gently massaged it into your entrance. You shuddered and looked at the cock that bobbed below him.

Definitely not an ant. It was huge and reinforced your fear. But you were in good hands. He made sure you were well stretched before proceeding.

Echo repositioned you so that your legs were over his shoulders, he aligned his cock with your hole, and drove deeply into you with a slow and steady movement.

Instantly, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and you whimpered. He really knew how to wield his tool. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that he was pumping out pheromones that had your antenna twitching like crazy.

"Those kinds of sounds are much better to hear from you~"

He thrust in and out of you slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. You made more of those delicious little whimpers he loved so much.

The spider peeled the webbing away from your lips.

"The webbing can come off if you promise to just make those beautiful noises for me~"

He kissed you deeply, tracing your lips with his tongue, trailing kisses down your neck until he was kissing the wound his fangs had left earlier.

"So warm inside~ I just know you'll be a nice snug incubator for my eggs~"

Echo nuzzled against your chest, arms caressing your sides almost greedily as he bred you.

"It was so hard keeping my hands off you before. All those weeks. You have no idea. No idea."

As he spoke he began driving his cock into you a bit more brutally. He just couldn't help himself.

"I didn't lie about those fights I was in. I'm such a strong mate for you, my perfect prize."

His sweaty balls slapped into you with every increasingly fervent thrust. He was desperate to release in you, to claim your insides for himself.

Your incoherent burbling and moans just encouraged him. Auditory evidence that he was the perfect man for you.

He could feel your shuddering around his cock as you came, pulling him quickly over the edge with you.

Echo's cock throbbed and pulsed as he deposited several eggs deep inside you. He pulled out with a loud plop before regarding your belly lovingly.

He kissed it.

You just played with his hair absently, too fucked out to do anything or process what had just happened.

But that was okay, Echo was there to take care of all your needs. Forever.

[elysiality]

-⋆˚꩜｡ synopsis — your little foraging trip with your girlfriend and the dictator of your village quickly goes south when said dictator pulls a knife on you. lucky for you, you've dabbled in the art of self-defense before. (requested !)

WOLF IN THE HEADLIGHTS —

★ natalie scatorccio and shauna shipman.

"How can a girl who couldn't even keep her title as queen keep a girlfriend?"

fuck this. onto rule five then.

rule 5— use violence to subdue the predator.

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PT 2 — ★

-⋆˚꩜｡ cw !! — fem! reader, spoilers for yellowjackets S3, yellowjackets typical antics, knife to throat bullshittery, flirting, mentions of blood, mild descriptions of cannibalism, shauna shipman, is it really infidelity if you're homoerotically pinning a girl to the floor of the canadian wilderness with a butcher knife in front of your girlfriend?

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oh, for the love of the wilderness.

you're considering foraging for some of the poisonous mushrooms that you were warned to avoid and shoving them in your ears for earplugs.

the dreaded, painful sound of Shauna snarling an insult at Nat reaches your ears for the sixth time in an hour. they can't lay off of each other for ten minutes.

maybe you'd be a little bit more sympathetic towards Shauna in other situations. she's not taking her baby's death very well, as expected.

and yes, she would warrant empathy for that in usual situations, as expected.

that is, if she wouldn't go back to the village after this little trip of your trio was done and dusted and then order around everyone like some sort of fucked up, wilderness stalin. power really does get to one's head.

you feel some ounce of humanity surface in you when you think of the poor scientists. one dead, the other two trapped in the animal pen next to the carefully bred ducks and rabbits as well as their shit hole. and possibly remnants of coach's dead body.

but then it sinks back under the surface, along with the rest of your unimportant emotions. throughout this whole over-extended, impromptu camping trip with your soccer team, you've gained a reputation as the 'aloof' one. which, in wilderness terms, means being assigned hunting duty along with Nat.

you didn't have the same penchant for shooting with a hundred mile radius accuracy like she did, so your job was setting snares along paths where she found the most prey.

that was how you started talking. like— really talking.

pre-crash, your relationship was cordial and friendly— a wave in the hallway, informing each other on Jackie's constant practice time changes and then bitching about it for a little, sharing notes, making assists during games, etc etc, but it never went any further than that.

it was only during these hunting trips that you really started connecting. you were quiet and easy to talk to— a perfect listener to lend your ears to Nat's agitated rants. you told each other about your interests back home— you'd never have a chance to do them again, but it was nice to talk about them nonetheless.

one thing led to another, as it so often does, and you started up a secret relationship before you knew it was happening.

the reason for the secrecy wasn't for fear of homophobia— you were on an all-girls soccer team, for fucks sake, but more so because you started dating when Nat took on the leader role for the team.

building the huts, gathering animals to breed, all these different activities meant that a public relationship would cause quite the scandal, given that your 'community' was small enough to be surveyed from atop of a large rock.

so you kept it under wraps for the time being. the thrill only contributed to your excitement of being in this relationship— secret kisses on hunting trips, moving in with her on pretense of her needing moral support (which isn't even a lie), holding hands under the makeshift table during feasts.

things were about as great as they could be in the middle of nowhere— until they found Coach Scott. until Nat executed him via mercy killing and Shauna blew up on her.

your relationship with Shauna pre-crash was...strained, to say the least. you were friendly enough to each other— but the only reason for that was that Jackie was the bridge between you two.

you were close to her so by extension you were close to Shauna. she was like a second body attached to Jackie, immobile and rendered useless without her. your relationship was strained because it was hard to seperate her from Jackie— Shauna just did whatever Jackie wanted most of the time. you didn't know what her true colours were. you couldn't even imagine her without her other half.

it was only after Jackie's death and the posthumous cannibalisation of her body that Shauna truly started growing into her own person— and that person was not someone you liked at all.

to you, she was lukewarm— an extraordinary achievement, given her feeling blue all the damn time, but you were kind and sweet enough. helping her move around when she started showing, giving her some of your food to help with the unborn baby's growth, defusing the tension between her and Lottie when she started spouting weird shit about the baby— oh sorry, her baby.

you knew she appreciated it, given that she didn't lose her shit with you if you dared to breathe too loudly, so you were as genial to each other as you could muster.

it started to manifest post stillbirth when you realised that your portions of stew were increasing, that Shauna silently contributed to arguments between you and anyone else by glaring menacingly at the offending party, that she willingly helped you with your chores even though you pushed through it in complete silence.

these were jovial enough gestures and you were grateful to her. the only problem you had with her was her attitude towards everyone else— and more specifically, your girlfriend.

for whatever reason, she had it out for Nat, even before her crowning. she hated her with fervid intensity, which heightened your dislike for her.

then came the frog scientists. the poor things stumbled into your village just a few hours too late. they could've dealt with Nat, who would've been merciful. instead, they had to deal with Shauna 'the Butcher' Shipman who'd recently discovered that she liked the taste of blood. oh and of course, Lottie, the wilderness' divine prophet or whatever the fuck, who had kindly given Coach Ben a friend in heaven via axe-to-the-head.

you realised pretty quickly that these scientists could be useful to you. they knew the way back to civilization. they could help you get home. you dared to let yourself think about that word again. home. your friends. your family. school. a normal life.

but of course, life has a way of ripping your happiness out of your hands and landing a solid kick to the groin instead. Lottie chose to stay back. then Shauna. then Tai. Shauna hijacked the gun and took charge of the village, locking up your path to civilization in the animal pen (again). There goes all hopes and dreams of leading a boring, adventure-free life again.

even so, the world kept spinning. which meant another day of scavenging for food out in the wilderness— especially with winter so close by. you feel like quite the worker ant as you push through overgrown shrubs and bushes, two more pairs of footsteps behind you.

everyone felt a bit queasy at the thought of eating meat so soon after the whole Coach Scott fiasco, so you and Nat were told to go out and forage instead. you were more than happy to do this, since it meant you would have time together and you'd be able to pry Nat's thoughts open like a nutshell and let her rant to you.

she seemed to have the same idea, getting skittish and jittery as you got ready, exchanging agonised looks with you while grabbing the grass-woven baskets.

however, on brand with your shitty luck streak, your plans were rudely interrupted by Shauna, who clearly thought that maybe you'd attempt to poison her or something— a very likely possibility, given the Misty incident at the start of your stint in hell and how irritable she was becoming these days. she firmly declared that she was joining you— and of course you couldn't reject your queen. (heavy air quotes on that).

so now you have to go hunting for mushrooms and what not with a very antsy Nat and Shauna, who's always been a ticking time bomb. luckily, you'd remembered that you had strung up some nets around a couple of berry patches deep in the woods, which is where you're on route to right now.

the trip had been relatively peaceful so far, save for the occasional woodland creature sprinting across your path and the sound of dry leaves crunching under your feet— but of course that couldn't last.

you round on the two of them, halting in your tracks. they're arguing about the rescue thing again. good god.

"I've told you hundreds of times before— we can't leave yet because I say so." Shauna reiterates firmly, her grip on her knife tightening till her knuckles turn white.

Nat huffs, dropping her gun on the dirt, locking her eyes onto Shauna. "Then you're clearly a fucking psychopath. D'you think these people are just gonna be our fucking escape route whenever we want? Their fear is gonna dwindle soon and then they're gonna see us for what we really are— a bunch of scared, pathetic teenage girls who eat their friends to survive."

Shauna crosses her arms quietly, advancing on Nat with quiet footsteps. Nat steps back, just slightly, but a twig snaps under her heavy boots and it's enough to catch Shauna's attention. her lips curve upward into a canine-showing grin. like a wolf.

you, however reluctantly, take a step forward, ready to break up any potential fights. it reminds you of the basic rules you've set for yourself when going hunting with Nat— the rules on how to deal with another predator who has their eyes locked on your kill.

rule 1— be ready to intervene.

"No.", Shauna says softly, her intense gaze burning into Nat, "they won't. Because that's not who we are. We're so much more than that."

"Yeah?", Nat challenges, taking a shaky step forward. They're inches away now. "Then enlighten me. Who are we, if we're not the high school seniors who crashed into the middle of nowhere and have had to do horrible, fucked up things to survive?"

Shauna examines her for a moment, her eyes scanning Nat's gaunt, scar-streaked face. "We're predators.", she drawls out. she sounds each syllable out slowly, like she's explaining addition to a pre-schooler. "Yellowjackets, if you will." She grins like a shark.

"We kill to survive. We hunt, because we have to and because we want to. Our village is our nest— colony, pack, whatever you want to call it. We aren't just teenage girls and you know it." she pokes her finger into Nat's chest, rolling her eyes. "You're just too much of a wimp to admit it."

Nat gulps, that heavy, guilt filled gulp you've seen her do so many times— after devouring Jackie, when she found out that Lottie nearly froze to death during the hunting competition, after Javi died. you sigh internally. it's time to step up.

rule 2— create distance between the predator and the prey. DO NOT USE YOUR OWN BODY IF YOU DON'T FANCY BEING EATEN ALIVE.

okay, so you're only following half the rule. so what? you step in front of Nat, effectively shielding her from Shauna's gaze. the only problem? Shauna's attention is on you now.

two blazing brown eyes lock onto yours and you calmly hold her gaze, resisting the urge to drop it and run away squealing like a frightened rabbit.

her eyes are void of any emotion but morbid curiosity. like she's wondering what colour your blood would be. or perhaps how you would taste if she took a bite out of you. you wonder if this is what people mean when they say 'coming face-to-face with death'.

her mental deterioration was one of the most obvious, second to only Lottie's. when Jackie was alive, she was still somewhat tethered to the husk of her old self. the soft-talking, quiet smart girl who preferred to stay in her best friend's shadow. that persona froze to death with Jackie in the snow.

Shauna calls your name in a low voice. a taunting, almost playful tone— an echo of all the times she'd used it while reprimanding you during practice. "Move.", she almost croons, one hand tracing the sheath of her knife.

you stay rooted, raising your hands placatingly.

rule 3— attempt to calm the predator. diverge their attention. use bait if necessary. DO NOT USE YOUR OWN BODY.

"Listen. We have a job to do. I don't care what bullshit you two wanna argue about— don't do it now." you say, readjusting your basket over your shoulder for full mobility. "I get it. You're pissed that no one wants to turn our community into a dictatorship, she's pissed that you don't want us to be rescued and taken home." her eyes narrow dangerously— a sign that you should stop talking. you don't.

"But winter is coming. We need to stock up on food because what happened last time cannot happen again." her eyes flash with just the slightest hint of guilt before it melts into that corroded look that sits on her face all the time.

it haunts you, all of you. the first time you'd tasted human flesh. the hunger. the ravenous feasting. how you had learnt that day that human flesh tasted disturbingly like pork when cooked. how easy it was for civility and morality to leave when hope was lost.

"Come on." You plead with her, your voice dripping with honey. you can feel Nat's heavy breathing on your neck. she's torn between terror and rage. her hand finds yours and she squeezes, an action that does not go unnoticed by Shauna's trained eyes. "Let's go back to foraging. We survived a fucking plane crash. We'll get through this. Together."

oh. you wish you could've taken that last line back. you may have talked her down from the cliff if not for that last line.

something in Shauna's eyes splinters— like a mirror shattering into little shards of glass. her eyes flicker to Nat's neck, where Jackie's necklace sits on her collarbones, glinting gold in the sun.

Jackie. sweet, sweet Jackie, who always pointed out when your shoelaces were untied and redid them for you, who held your hair back when you threw up after a rough night out, who made sure everyone had snacks during halftime, who always let Nat stay over when things got rough at home even if they weren't all that close.

Jackie, who had died so easily, like she was born to die there, nestled under layers of snow shrouding her dead body after an argument with the girl she loved so much.

Jackie, who above all, wanted the group to stay together. who wanted to get through it together.

you tense up. you know what's coming. you can sense the storm brewing in Shauna, you can see it in her eyes. you've finally struck a chord.

"Yeah?", Shauna asks quietly, taking another step forward towards you. you're now mere inches away from each other. her breath is cold against your face.

"And where's she gonna go, even if I do agree to this stupid rescue plan?" it's Nat's turn to tense up. her family has always been a touchy subject for her and for good reason. you place your hand on hers, stepping closer to her body.

"Back home to her shitty trailer? With her alcoholic mom who waits for daddy dearest to come back from beyond the grave?" she's sneering at you. sneering.

you can't remember step four. your fists are clenching and unclenching desperately as you try to resist the urge to beat her into a pulp.

"But of course you'd defend her right?" Shauna taunts further. step four, step four— what was step four?

"You and your pathetic little girlfriend. What a perfect pair. I'm surprised you'd even want her, though."

Shauna directs her attention to Nat now, who's quivering behind you. a lesser woman than your girlfriend would've quailed under that gaze.

"How can a girl who couldn't even keep her title as queen keep a girlfriend?"

fuck this. onto rule five then.

rule 5— use violence to subdue the predator.

in one smooth motion, you vault over to Shauna, closing the gap between you two, tackling her to the ground. your nails, rough and jagged, dig into her wrists, knocking the knife right out of her hands as she hisses in pain.

your fingers close around the handle of the falling knife, already guiding it to her neck. just before you can cut her throat open into a pretty red smile, her hand comes up, gripping onto your wrist, shaking against the force you're using. just barely preventing her own death.

you lock eyes with her. those brown eyes, dark as the earth, once bright as stars, stare back at you. she's shaking under you, and panting, trying to regain her breath. the impact must've knocked the wind right out of her.

your legs are splayed out on either side of her waist, keeping her pinned down. one of your hands, the free one, is keeping her wrist pinned down. the other is holding the knife to her throat, where her other hand desperately struggles against it.

"Do you really think you're that important?", you ask her in a low voice. her eyebrows raise as you press the blade in your hand closer to her throat and she pushes back harder. she makes no move to get you off her even though she probably could— and easily, that too.

you're vaguely aware of Nat's laboured breaths behind you.

"Anyone can do what you do. You aren't our leader— you're just the butcher.", you spit out venomously. "Do you really think anyone would protest if I ended your shit right now?"

she tilts her head at you impassively, but her body trembles under you. you smirk. you know what she's actually feeling.

"You're shaking...", you sing-song gleefully, trailing the knife down her collarbone. she stiffens up as the cold metal scrapes against her bare skin, trailing along the fabric of her cloth.

"Yeah, people tend to do that when they're being threatened with a fucking knife." she grits out. you tut and tighten your grip on her other hand, pinning it forcefully to the ground.

"Come on now. Don't be a smartass..", you roll your eyes, dropping your voice to a low husk that imitates hers. "You look so much better when you shut your mouth."

it's her turn to smirk now. her gaze drops to your lips and she raises her head just enough to press her nose to yours, but you pull away just slightly. you still have a girlfriend, after all.

she snorts, her eyes pulling away from your plush lips to focus on the blade that's now resting against her throat. "I knew you weren't boring."

you raise an eyebrow, digging into her skin just a little— not enough to draw blood, but enough to elicit a delicious gasp out of her. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"

Shauna shrugs, grinning. her body language betrays that she's loosening up now. her previously strained shoulders have now dropped, and her fingers are indolently intertwined with yours.

perfect.

you stare at each other in a quiet few seconds of silence. then, you brusquely press the knife into her throat, drawing a thin line of blood. the red drips out of the wound, vibrant on her pallid skin.

she chokes in surprise, a whimper of pain finding it's way out of her throat, her eyes widening. the element of surprise. always works.

you lean in a little closer so that your breath mingles with hers. your hair tickles her face, blocking you two from Nat's view.

"Listen to me.", you say genially, holding back a maniacal grin. "You need to drop this whole terrorist act of yours. It's not cute on you." your thoughts wander to Nat and you add, "— and stop targeting Nat to be your stress relief. It's not her fault that we were actually willing to let her lead us. That she was actually capable of doing it too."

Shauna's eyes flicker with a hint of something— admiration, maybe. Nobody has stood up to her like this since— well, since Jackie.

her breathing grows ragged— not in trepidation, but in anticipation. the sicko is enjoying this. she chews her bottom lip, almost agitated, squirming a bit under you. you remain firm as a statue on top of her.

"What if I don't want to?" the statement is almost petulant in nature, but you know what she wants. and if it'll get her to put a halt on her plans for wilderness domination then...

you carve another pretty line across her throat, just below the first one. Shauna groans, her eyes hooding in hunger.

"Then I'll give you want. Do you want to see Jackie again? I know you do. I'll help you. And I'll do it while you're wearing her necklace, so that you can give it back to her."

You tangle your fingers in dark, sunkissed hair, yanking it back so that more of her throat is exposed to you. her Adam's apple bobs tantalizingly, practically begging for you to draw a pretty pattern into it.

you don't. yet.

"Will you be good?" you ask her quietly. her eyes are completely clouded now, scanning your face as though she's seeing you for the first time.

they're still glistening with just the slightest hint of shock. like a deer in the headlights.

your eyes trail to the empty dagger sheath still hanging off her belt, the callouses on her hands from all the time she's spent gutting animals with that beloved knife of hers.

no.

a wolf in the headlights.

"Hey." you prod her throat again with the tip of the knife, glaring. "I asked you a question." you let go of her wrist to move your hand to her chin.

she immediately takes the opportunity to rest her now free hand on your waist where your shirt has ridden up, no doubt leaving dirty streak marks that you're too lazy to clean behind.

you tilt her chin up, forcing her eyes off your lips and back into charged eye contact. she scans your face, as though evaluating you and weighing her choices— before she cedes with a small, almost imperceptible nod.

you smile. "Good dog.", you coo in the most condescending tone you can muster. she bares her teeth at you before snapping her jaw shut, realising that she's only proving your point.

you stay on top of her for one beat— then two—

you roll off of her, dropping her knife to the ground. she immediately straightens up, leaning back on her arms and cracking her neck.

you rub at the crick in your own neck as you smile sweetly at a dumbfounded Nat, who had evidently been watching the whole thing with a wide open jaw.

you strut up to her, your gait eased and relaxed now that you can breathe freely and push her lips closed with a single finger.

"I'm gonna go see if that mushroom thatch we set up last week is still intact." you tell her. she stares at you like you just told her that you wanted to join Lottie's weird prayer circle cult.

you giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before skipping off. god knows you needed that little stint of open violence. saying that you wanted another hunt would be too crude— but you doubt that anyone would've protested against harming Shauna. except maybe for that little pet of hers, Mel.

Shauna, who had been preoccupied with twirling her knife over in her hands and wiping her own blood off of it, comes to stand next to Nat. she stares off at the spot where you vanished out of sight and into the bushes, her face identical to Nat's. the sight is almost comical.

then finally, after a long, extended pause—

"Hey. You up to sharing?"

Nat whips her head around to glare at Shauna so fast, she thinks she might have whiplash.

"Not a chance in hell, you little bitch."

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a/n: holy moly this took foreverrr— I might go back and proof read this, idk. this also had a lot more shauna x reader than the anon who requested this prob had in mind. sorry anon !

anyways, reminder that requests are open for thoughts, drabbles, etc etc for all the Yellowjackets girls— dead or alive !

[gyuuberryy]

ni-ki's guide to survival: how getting lost led to love

pairing: enemy!niki x reader

synopsis: you would’ve never agreed to go on this camping trip with your friends if you had known you would get paired up with your arch nemesis. and getting lost on top of that? with the said bane of your existence? that was definitely not on your agenda.

genre: enemies to lovers, camping au, humour, comfort, little bit of angst

warnings: mentions of panic attack, bugs, kissing

note: they’re all college students btw! i had a really bad riki brainrot and i love e2l so this fic was birthed hehe

word count: 5.3k

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

the campfire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows on the faces of your friends huddled around it. laughter danced in the air, punctuated by the occasional chirp of a cricket. 

everyone except you and the boy sprawled on a log opposite you, a scowl permanently etched on his face. nishimura ni-ki. 

camping trips with your friends were supposed to be fun, a chance to unwind, but with your nemesis by your side, it felt more like a forced march into enemy territory.

the animosity has started innocently enough. you and ni-ki, along with your friends, had embarked on a beach trip determined to build the most epic sandcastle the world had ever seen. hours were poured into sculpting elaborate moats, towering turrets, and intricate sand sculptures. victory was within reach, your masterpiece nearing completion, when disaster struck. a rogue wave, rolled in, obliterating your creation in a single, foamy swipe.

grief turned to rage, and you, fueled by a sugar crash from a previously consumed ice cream cone, pointed the finger of blame at ni-ki. you claimed he'd jinxed the project with his "terrible sandcastle feng shui." ni-ki, ever the provocateur, countered that your "overly ambitious moat design" was structurally unsound. the blame game escalated, escalating into a full-blown sand throwing fight that left everyone covered in a gritty mix of sand and saltwater.

two years later, the incident remained a running joke within your friend group. the mere mention of "sandcastle feng shui" could send you both into a fit of giggles (or, depending on the day, simmering resentment which happened to be today). 

a mischievous grin spread across sunoo's face, the self-proclaimed "king of fun." "alright everyone, time for the foraging challenge!" he announced, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "i've paired you all up to go gather ingredients for our stew!"

a collective groan arose, except from sunoo and heeseung, who were already whispering excitedly about wild herbs. the paper crackled in sunoo's hands as he unfolded it dramatically.

you perked up, eager to escape the suffocating tension between you and ni-ki. maybe a solo scavenging mission wouldn't be so bad. but as sunoo started assigning pairs, your stomach lurched.

"since we have an even number, the last team will be..." sunoo scanned the group, his eyes landing on you and ni-ki. a mischievous glint sparked in them. "...together."

a collective gasp arose from your friends, a mix of amusement and pity for your predicament. ni-ki, however, didn't miss a beat. he shot you a smug smirk, his eyes gleaming with a challenge.

"great," you muttered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. "just what i always wanted, a foraging partner with the survival instincts of a goldfish."

ni-ki scoffed. "says the one who gets lost in a grocery store."

memories of that disastrous shopping trip with your mom flooded your mind. you gritted your teeth.

"at least i won't accidentally set the forest on fire trying to light a campfire," you retorted, referencing a camping trip gone slightly wrong from a year back.

ni-ki's smirk faltered for a split second, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before returning full force. "unlike you, i actually know how to tell an edible plant from a poisonous one."

"oh please, spare me the mr. nature act," you shot back, standing up and grabbing your backpack. "let's just get this over with. before you scare away all the edible plants with your bad attitude."

ni-ki rose from his log with a mocking bow. "after you, princess."

you rolled your eyes, the familiar bickering a bitter comfort in this unwelcome alliance. as you walked past your friends, you heard sunghoon mutter under his breath, "may the odds be ever in your favour." you shot him a glare, wishing for nothing more than to prove him wrong. 

the forest stretched out before you, promising a foraging adventure filled with snarky remarks, petty competition, and maybe, just maybe, a grudging respect for your unlikely partner.

the trail wound deeper into the woods, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead. the air grew thick with unspoken words, the silence punctuated only by the crunch of twigs underfoot and the occasional chirp of a bird.

"shouldn't you be skipping ahead, searching for your precious berries?" you finally snapped, unable to bear the awkward tension any longer.

"only if you promise not to poison yourself with the first wild mushroom you find, pipsqueak," ni-ki retorted, a playful glint in his eyes.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "at least i can tell the difference between food and foliage."

just then, you skidded to a halt, hand flying up to point. "look!"

ni-ki nearly bumped into you, surprised by your sudden stop. he followed your gaze and spotted a fawn grazing a few metres off the trail. its large, innocent eyes looked back at them curiously.

a genuine smile, devoid of their usual antagonism, softened ni-ki’s features. "aww, isn't that cute?"

"hold that thought," you whispered, excitement bubbling in your chest. you fumbled with your phone, eager to capture the adorable creature on camera.

ni-ki chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "don't take all day. we're not exactly bffs on a nature walk here."

you stuck your tongue out at him playfully, focusing on getting the perfect shot. suddenly, a bloodcurdling shriek tore from your throat.

ni-ki whipped around, heart hammering in his chest. he saw you flailing your arms wildly, phone clattering to the ground. without a second thought, he sprinted towards you, fear momentarily overriding his usual animosity.

"what happened?" he gasped, skidding to a halt beside you.

"b-bug!" you stammered, pointing at a nearby leaf. "giant, horrible bug!"

ni-ki followed your shaky finger and let out a snort of laughter. perched on the leaf was a large beetle, no doubt intimidating to someone with a bug phobia, but far from the monstrous nightmare you'd made it out to be.

"seriously, that's it?" he doubled over, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "you screamed like a banshee over a little beetle?"

you glared at him, cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering fear. "it was huge! and it tried to bite me!"

ignoring your protests, ni-ki sauntered over to the leaf, his amusement evident. he poked the beetle with a stick, earning a disgruntled hiss in response.

suddenly, his laughter died in his throat. the seemingly harmless beetle, disturbed by his prodding, lunged at him with surprising speed. he yelped, leaping back with a comical yelp, tripping spectacularly over a protruding root in the process.

the force of his fall sent him tumbling backwards, straight into you. with a startled cry, you lost your footing and the two of you went careening down a steep slope, a tangled mess of limbs and flying leaves.

the world became a blur of green and brown before you landed with a thud in a small clearing at the bottom. you groaned, blinking away spots as you sat up, taking stock of your surroundings. ni-ki lay sprawled a few feet away, groaning dramatically.

"well, this is just great," you muttered, brushing dirt off your clothes. you glanced at ni-ki, a flicker of amusement tugging at the corners of your lips despite the throbbing pain in your arm.

he sat up slowly, sheepish grin replacing his earlier smirk. "looks like we both owe that little beetle an apology, huh?"

the amusement in your eyes quickly morphed into pure exasperation as reality settled into you. you had no clue where you were. 

"are you kidding me, nishimura?!" you suddenly yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. "you tripped us both over a bug! how clumsy can you possibly get?"

said boy winced at your outburst, the playful glint in his eyes fading. "hey, it wasn't exactly graceful," he mumbled, dusting himself off. "but at least we're not hurt, right?"

"not hurt? we just tumbled down a freaking hill! and for what? because you couldn't resist poking a bug with a stick?"

"alright, alright," he placatingly raised his hands. "let's just calm down. the good news is, i can recognise this part of the woods. we should be able to find our way back to the trail pretty easily."

you eyed him sceptically. "how can you possibly be sure? this whole forest looks the same!"

he puffed out his chest, a hint of his usual arrogance returning. "trust me, pipsqueak. i have a good sense of direction. just follow me."

you gritted your teeth, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. given the choice, you wouldn't have trusted a lost puppy to lead you back, let alone your nemesis with a questionable sense of direction. however, with no other options, you reluctantly trailed behind him.

minutes turned into what felt like hours. the scenery seemed to repeat itself endlessly, a maze of identical trees and sun-dappled paths. panic started to gnaw at your insides.

"nishimura," you said through gritted teeth, "are we sure we're not going in circles?"

he stopped abruptly, a frown etching his face. he pulled out his phone, his expression darkening as he stared at the screen. "damn it. no signal."

your blood ran cold. "what do you mean no signal?"

"there's no cell reception out here," he admitted sheepishly. "i guess i was wrong about knowing the way back."

you stared at him, incredulous. "you got us lost, and now we can't even call for help? you are the most irresponsible person i've ever met!"

he held up his hands defensively. "whoa, hey! it was an accident! we'll figure something out, okay? just calm down."

but calm was the last thing you felt. lost, angry, and scared, you glared at ni-ki, a fierce determination replacing the fear. "we will figure this out," you declared, voice shaking with repressed anger. "but for now, shut up and follow me. maybe i have a better sense of direction than you think."

the forest floor crunched under your feet as you marched ahead, a newfound resolve hardening your features. gone was the bickering banter, replaced by a tense silence punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. ni-ki followed close behind, a sheepish silence replacing his usual bravado.

you scanned the surroundings, searching for any landmark, any sign that might lead you back to the familiar trail. the dense foliage seemed to mock your efforts, the towering trees offering no clues in their uniformity. doubt gnawed at the edges of your determination, but the thought of relying on ni-ki was far worse.

"we need to find higher ground," you finally muttered, remembering a survival tip you'd once read. "maybe we can get a better view from up there."

ni-ki nodded curtly, his earlier arrogance replaced by a hint of worry. together, you pushed through the undergrowth, searching for any sign of an incline. after what felt like an eternity, you stumbled upon a rocky outcrop, its jagged surface a stark contrast to the smooth earth around it.

scrambling up the rocks, you emerged onto a small, uneven plateau. taking a deep breath, you scanned the horizon, hoping for a glimpse of the familiar smoke plume rising from the campsite. but all you saw was a seemingly endless expanse of green, the trees blurring together in a dizzying kaleidoscope.

disappointment crashed over you, heavy and suffocating. you slumped down onto a smooth rock, the anger slowly draining away, leaving behind a cold dread. lost, with no way to contact anyone, a shiver ran down your spine despite the warm afternoon sun.

"great," you muttered, voice devoid of its earlier fire. "just brilliant."

a moment of heavy silence passed before ni-ki spoke, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. "look, i messed up, okay? i should have paid more attention, and i shouldn't have been so cocky."

you didn't respond, staring blankly at the endless sea of trees.

he continued, his voice softer now. "but freaking out isn't going to help us. we need to work together on this."

he was right, of course. but the idea of trusting him after his colossal blunder left a bitter taste in your mouth. yet, there were no other options.

with a sigh, you finally met his gaze. "fine," you conceded grudgingly. "but if we ever get out of this, i'm never letting you live this down."

a flicker of a smile played on his lips, a hint of his usual defiance returning. "deal. now, how about we put our survival skills to the test, pipsqueak? together."

the animosity was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. but in the face of you predicament, a fragile truce had been formed. you weren't friends, not by a long shot. but for now, you were stuck with each other, and survival depended on a begrudging cooperation.

as the golden light of the afternoon began to fade, long shadows stretched across the forest floor, deepening the gloom beneath the dense canopy. the chirping of birds had been replaced by the eerie calls of nocturnal creatures, sending shivers down your spine.

the initial anger you felt towards ni-ki had morphed into a gnawing fear. the realisation that you were truly lost, with no way to contact anyone, settled in your stomach like a lead weight.

your breaths came in ragged gasps, the realisation of your situation finally hitting you with full force.

tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. a choked sob escaped your lips, quickly escalating into a full-blown panic attack. hyperventilating, you clutched your chest, the world seeming to shrink around you.

suddenly, a hand landed gently on your shoulder. you flinched, expecting another snarky remark from ni-ki. but instead, his voice was soft, laced with concern.

"hey, hey," he soothed, his hand moving to wipe away a stray tear that traced its way down your cheek. "it's okay. we'll be alright."

his touch, surprisingly gentle, sent a jolt through you. you were so used to your constant sparring that this sudden tenderness was completely disarming.

"we just need to calm down," he continued, his voice low and calming. "we can't think clearly if you're panicking. look at me."

hesitantly, you met his gaze. his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now filled with a genuine concern you hadn't seen before.

"we'll find our way back," he promised, his voice firm but reassuring. "the sun will rise again in the morning, and with daylight, everything will seem clearer. we'll figure out a plan then."

his words, surprisingly, had a calming effect. you took a deep, shaky breath, forcing yourself to focus on the rhythm of your inhalations and exhalations. slowly, the panic began to recede, leaving you drained but a little hopeful.

together, you searched for a suitable spot. you found it nestled under the sprawling branches of an ancient oak, its thick trunk offering a sense of security. the ground beneath it was clear of debris, providing a relatively comfortable place to sit.

ni-ki helped you gather fallen leaves and twigs, creating a makeshift cushion. you settled onto it, your body trembling slightly despite the warmth of the setting sun.

he sat down beside you, a respectful distance separating your bodies. the air crackled with an awkward silence, a stark contrast to your earlier bickering.

"thank you," you finally whispered, surprised by the words leaving your lips.

he offered a small smile. "for what?"

"for...not being a jerk," you mumbled, embarrassed.

he chuckled softly, a sound devoid of mockery. "seems like we both have to learn to cooperate sometimes, pipsqueak."

you couldn't help but let out a weak smile, a small flicker of warmth returning to your chest. maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of humanity beneath ni-ki's cocky exterior. as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, plunging the forest into darkness, you leaned back against the rough bark of the oak, a strange sense of calm washing over you. 

you weren't friends, not by a long shot. but for now, in the face of the unknown, you had each other. and perhaps, just perhaps, this forced cooperation might lead to something more, something you weren't quite ready to name.

the forest floor was a tapestry of inky black shadows under the cloak of night. the initial panic had subsided, replaced by a gnawing hunger that rumbled in your stomach. you glanced at the pile of foraged mushrooms and roots nestled beside you, a meagre dinner at best.

"so," ni-ki drawled, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "any idea how to build a fire with those twigs?"

you scoffed. "as if you could tell a pinecone from a pile of leaves."

he shot you a mock glare. "says the one who screamed at a beetle."

you swatted his arm playfully, surprised at the almost friendly gesture. "alright, alright. i may have overreacted a bit."

a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. "a bit? pip squeak, you practically launched yourself into orbit."

despite the teasing, a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. you fumbled with the meagre tinder you'd gathered, frustration building. just as you were about to give up, a gentle hand reached for yours.

"here," he murmured, taking the twigs from your grasp. "let me show you."

with surprising dexterity, he built a small, precarious structure of leaves and twigs. you watched in fascination as he coaxed a spark from a flint and steel you hadn't even noticed him carrying. soon, a tiny flame flickered to life, growing steadily into a small but comforting fire.

a sense of peace, however fragile, settled between you as you roasted the meagre mushrooms and roots over the flames. the silence wasn't antagonistic anymore, filled instead with the crackling fire and the occasional chirping of crickets.

"so," you started hesitantly, "what made you decide to learn survival skills?"

he shrugged, poking a particularly stubborn mushroom with a stick. "always good to be prepared, you know? never know when you might end up stranded in the middle of nowhere with a drama queen for company."

you threw a playful punch at his arm, the sting of your earlier animosity fading. "hey, at least i don't trip over bugs."

he chuckled, the sound surprisingly warm. "touché, pipsqueak."

as you ate your dinner, you found yourself stealing glances at him. in the flickering firelight, his face seemed softer, less arrogant. you realised with a jolt that his presence, although unexpected, wasn't actually that bad. maybe this forced cooperation was revealing a side of ni-ki you hadn't seen before.

the night wore on, the stars twinkling coldly above. the fire had long since died, leaving behind a fading warmth that couldn't compete with the growing chill. you shifted uncomfortably, the hard ground digging into your back. a shiver wracked your body, the thin jacket doing little to ward off the creeping cold.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw ni-ki shift too, his shoulders slumped against the tree. he let out a barely audible sigh, his breath misting in the cool air.

neither of you spoke, but a silent understanding hung in the air. you were both miserable, the bitter taste of rivalry a distant memory compared to the immediate need for warmth.

with a hesitant movement, you inched closer to the tree trunk, hoping to find a slightly more comfortable position. almost imperceptibly, ni-ki did the same. your shoulders brushed, a jolt of surprise shooting through you. he didn't move away, and after a moment, you leaned in slightly, seeking a sliver of shared warmth.

his arm was close now, separated by only the thin layer of your jacket. you stole a glance at him, expecting a sarcastic remark or a playful jab. but his eyes were closed, his face etched with fatigue.

hesitantly, you reached out, stopping just before your hand touched his arm. he stirred slightly, a low murmur escaping his lips. taking a deep breath, you rested your hand lightly against the worn fabric of his jacket, just below his elbow.

he didn't flinch. instead, he seemed to relax a fraction more, his arm moving ever so slightly to brush against yours.

in the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl, you found a strange comfort. maybe it was the shared misery of the situation, maybe it was the unexpected friendly(?) atmosphere that had sprung up between you. whatever it was, the tension had melted away, replaced by a fragile sense of trust.

sleep claimed you slowly, the warmth of your shared body heat a welcome haven against the encroaching chill. you didn't fall asleep with the intention of being close, but in the quiet intimacy of the night, you found a solace you hadn't expected. as you drifted off, a single thought flickered through your mind: maybe this forced adventure wouldn't be so bad after all.

the first sliver of sunlight, faint and tentative, peeked through the dense canopy, painting delicate stripes across ni-ki's eyelids. he stirred, a low groan escaping his lips as the ache in his back made itself known. he cracked one eye open, then the other, blinking against the sudden brightness.

his breath hitched. you were nestled against him, your head resting on his chest. your arms were wrapped tightly around him, one hand burrowed into the thin fabric of his shirt. his chin rested on the crown of your head, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

he had absolutely no memory of this happening. had you gotten cold in the night and sought his warmth instinctively? the thought sent a warmth of its own blooming in his chest, a warmth at odds with the chill of the morning air. he was utterly captivated. you looked peaceful, your normally sharp features softened in sleep, a light dusting of pink staining your cheeks.

just as he was about to lose himself in the unexpected sight, your eyes fluttered open. they met his gaze, and a slow, mischievous smile spread across your face.

"good morning, sleepyhead," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

ni-ki's cheeks flushed crimson. "m-morning," he stammered, his voice rough from disuse. he tried to disentangle himself from your hold, feeling ridiculously flustered by your closeness.

"nope," you declared playfully, tightening your grip. "this is actually really comfortable. don't move."

he froze, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. his mind raced, torn between wanting to maintain this unexpected closeness and wanting to bolt. a small chuckle escaped your lips, the sound vibrating against his chest.

"relax, drama king," you said, your voice soft. "we're not exactly cuddling in a meadow filled with daisies."

he couldn't help but let out a small laugh himself. the tension started to ease, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the rising sun. slowly, he re-wrapped his arm around you, drawing you closer.

"fine," he conceded, feigning annoyance. "but don't think this changes anything, pipsqueak."

you threw your head back and laughed, a bright, genuine sound that echoed through the silent forest. "of course not, ni-ki," you replied, your voice playful. "we're still enemies, remember?"

"enemies who share a surprisingly comfortable tree," he countered, his gaze flickering to the way your hand instinctively rested on his arm.

"so," you said after a moment of comfortable silence, "how do you propose we get ourselves out of this mess?"

the playful mood evaporated as the reality of their situation came flooding back. he cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus. "we need to find a landmark, something we remember from the trail. maybe a creek, or a distinctive rock formation. then we can work our way back from there."

you hummed in agreement, your head nuzzling deeper into his chest. "alright, well, let's not get up just yet. it's still pretty cold out here."

a small smile tugged at ni-ki's lips. this unexpected closeness, born out of necessity, felt strangely…nice. he wasn't sure what the future held, or if this forced truce would last beyond getting back to camp, but for now, in the quiet intimacy of the morning, he wouldn't trade this for anything. "yeah," he agreed, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the rising sun. "let's stay here just a little while longer."

the forest around you both remained cloaked in a pre-dawn twilight, but the horizon was ablaze with the promise of a new day. streaks of fiery orange and vibrant pink bled into the inky blue sky, painting a breathtaking canvas above the silent trees. you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of awe, the discomfort of the hard ground momentarily forgotten.

ni-ki glanced down at you, his gaze lingering on the way your eyes sparkled in the soft light. "beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

you nodded, mesmerised by the vibrant display of colours. "it's incredible," you breathed.

a comfortable silence settled between you, the only sounds the gentle rustle of leaves and the chirping of a few early birds. despite the awkwardness of your situation, a strange sense of peace washed over you. ni-ki, with his arm still loosely wrapped around you, seemed less arrogant in the morning light, a hint of vulnerability softening his features.

as the sun climbed higher, painting the leaves in a warm golden glow, you tore your gaze away from the sky. "alright," you announced, a newfound determination in your voice. "let's get serious about finding our way back."

ni-ki mirrored your seriousness. "right. we need to focus." he sat up straight, his gaze scanning the surrounding area. "do you remember anything about the trail? a specific tree, maybe, or a turn-off?"

you wracked your brain, a memory flickering to life. "there was a large, twisted oak tree on the right side of the trail, just before a steep downhill slope. maybe if we can find that..."

"bingo!" ni-ki exclaimed, a grin splitting his face. "i remember that tree too! it was kind of gnarled and had these weird, knobbly branches."

relief flooded your chest. "okay, so let's head east. the sun should be rising in the east, right?"

ni-ki nodded, pulling out the compass he'd managed to find tucked away in a pocket of his backpack. "yeah, the sun should be roughly in the east at this time." he consulted the compass for a moment, then pointed in a direction. "alright, this way."

together, you rose to your feet, your muscles protesting slightly after a night spent on the cold ground. but the prospect of finding your way back to your friends fuelled your movements. you followed the direction ni-ki indicated, carefully navigating the trees, your eyes peeled for any sign of the twisted oak.

the forest seemed less menacing in the bright morning light. you pointed out landmarks – a fallen log, a clump of brightly coloured mushrooms – hoping they might jog ni-ki's memory. he, in turn, shared his knowledge of edible plants and tracking techniques, a surprising wellspring of information hidden beneath his usual cocky exterior.

after what felt like an eternity, your heart leaped into your throat. there, standing defiant against the backdrop of younger trees, was the twisted oak you remembered. you let out a whoop of joy, a sound that echoed through the silent trees.

ni-ki's face mirrored your elation, a genuine smile gracing his features.

relief and a strange sense of accomplishment washed over you. you had faced your fear, survived the night, and most importantly, worked together. maybe, just maybe, this experience would change your dynamic with ni-ki, adding a layer of respect and perhaps a touch of something more.

the familiar path leading back to the campsite emerged from the trees, a beacon of hope and relief. a surge of exhilaration coursed through you. you had made it! without thinking, you spun towards ni-ki, a wide grin splitting your face.

"we did it!" you exclaimed, reaching out impulsively. your fingers grazed his cheek, sending a jolt through you. fuelled by the adrenaline of the moment, and perhaps the lingering intimacy of the night, you leaned in further, your lips brushing against his in a sudden, unexpected kiss.

the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you. time slowed, the sound of the forest fading away. but the kiss was short-lived. ni-ki froze, his eyes widening in surprise. he gently pushed you away, his breath hitching.

"whoa," he stammered, his voice laced with confusion. "what was that?"

you stumbled back, cheeks burning with embarrassment. your mind raced, replaying the past few seconds in a humiliating loop. what had you just done? the audacity of your own actions left you speechless.

"i-i..." you stammered, searching for an explanation that wouldn't sound completely insane. "i'm just...so relieved we're back. thank you for helping me, ni-ki." the words sounded lame even to your own ears.

but before you could retreat any further, ni-ki surprised you again. his hand shot out, grabbing you firmly by the waist and pulling you back towards him. this time, there was no hesitation in his eyes. he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant.

you melted against him, all thoughts of embarrassment melting away in the heat of the moment. you responded instinctively, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss. the forest around you faded away, the only sound the frantic thudding of your own heart.

finally, ni-ki pulled away, his breath ragged. his eyes, usually so sharp and playful, were now a warm brown, flecked with gold in the morning sunlight. a slow smile spread across his face, a genuine, unguarded smile that sent a flutter to your stomach.

"wow," he breathed, his voice husky. "that was..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.

you swallowed, your own voice barely a whisper. "unexpected?"

he chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "unexpected is definitely one word for it." he paused, his gaze holding yours. "but not unwelcome."

the sound of distant shouts jolted you both back to reality. a chorus of voices, laced with worry and relief, echoed through the trees. you pulled away from ni-ki, suddenly acutely aware of your dishevelled state and the way his lips tingled where yours had been.

"there you two are!" heeseung's voice cut through the trees as he emerged from the path, followed by your other friends. relief washed over their faces, quickly replaced by a flurry of questions and concerned chatter.

"we were starting to think you got eaten by a bear!" sunoo exclaimed, his eyes wide.

you launched into a rapid-fire explanation of your ordeal, leaving out the very recent, and frankly, earth-shattering development with ni-ki. your friends listened intently, bombarding you with questions about the night and how you managed to find your way back.

through it all, you were hyper aware of ni-ki standing beside you. he chimed in occasionally, his voice oddly subdued, and you could steal glances at him, catching the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

then, as you finished your story, jake nudged you playfully. "wow, you guys must have been really scared out there all night. scared enough to, i don't know, eat each other's faces off?"

a collective gasp went up from your friends, their eyes darting between you and ni-ki. your cheeks burned crimson. "what? no!" you sputtered, flustered.

ni-ki chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down your spine. "yeah, jake," he drawled, his voice teasing. "luckily for us, bears were the only thing on the menu last night."

his playful jab sent another wave of heat flooding your face. you stole a glance at him, and your breath caught in your throat. he was looking at you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, but there was something else there too, something warm and unguarded that made your heart skip a beat.

you looked away quickly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. maybe this unexpected turn of events wasn't so bad after all.

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Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

[vevobly]

Yellowjackets Being On Their Period And Reader Taking Caring Of Them Headcanons! [Peri-crash] (1)

A/N: This is either going to be disgusting or sweet to you. Maybe even both. But whichever it is, I hope you enjoy and devour! Also, let's ignore canon a bit and pretend that wilderness baby came a little late somehow.

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie is deeply uncomfortable with the lack of hygiene and privacy out here. She's used to having clean bathrooms, fresh tampons, and midol available to use all the time back at home. Now? It's just moss and rags. So when her period hit, she panics a little. Because there are no tampons, no midol, and no bathrooms. She's not prepared for this at all. She doesn't ask for help, too prideful to ever do it even from you—her girlfriend.

She snaps at people more than usual, especially at Shauna and you. Always storming out of the cabin after it to be alone. You noticed her pacing outside once, looking pale and pissed. Before deciding to sew her a cleaner cloth pad with scraps and warming a stone for her cramps. You offered her it and while she did hesitate to take it, she eventually accepted it. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She says to you one night.

You shook your head. “Well, my girlfriend looked like she was struggling” You shrugged. She smiles and holds your hold, muttering about how primitive this all is. “I feel disgusting.” She whispered, leaning her head on your shoulder. You kiss her temple, chuckling a little before telling her everyone on the team except a few might feel the same. Jackie doesn't respond, she just falls asleep curled against you and doesn't move all night.

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna doesn't complain about it. She just grits her teeth through her cramps and tries to act like everything is normal, even though she's clearly in pain. You noticed it. You always noticed it. So you asked if she was okay, but she just lied and said yes. You don't want to push her into admitting it, so you just let it go. Of course, that doesn't mean you're just gonna let her suffer in silence because she's too stubborn about it.

You help her with her own chores whenever you can—collecting firewood, peeling bark, helping with the rations, and even washing some blood stained cloth in the steam. You found her sitting on the ground for too long once, clearly in pain. And decided to sit beside her. “You should go,” She told you. But you don’t. Instead, you hand her some of the clean rags you’ve kept hidden for this exact reason. She takes it from you, muttering “thank you” quietly.

You offered her this soup you made from forage herbs you think are safe one night. “What if it just… stops coming?” She says quietly, eyes not meeting yours. You don’t ask what she means. You just rest your hand on hers. That same night, she lets you hold her while she lies stiff as a board. You whisper that you're there for her, and she doesn't answer. But in the dark, she reaches for your hand and puts it on her belly—gripping it tightly.

Taissa Turner:

Tai's first instinct when her period comes is control. She pushes through everything. Bleeding? Fine. Cramps? Doesn't matter. She doesn't complain but instead doubles down. Despite everything, she's still trying to be the responsible one—the leader. But she's noticeably more irritable and short tempered than usual. I mean, you keep seeing her snapping at people more. Organizing firewood piles twice, and pacing around a lot.

You noticed her limping slightly once and confronted her about it. “It’s nothing,” She waved a hand dismissively at you. “Just tired.” It is so not nothing. Because despite her trying to make it seem like she's fine as much as possible, you notice anyway. How she winces every time she stands. How her jaw's been clenched all day. You leave a cloth pad near her sleeping spot at night. And she finds you the next day to mutter her thanks for it.

Seeing how much she works around the cabin despite being on her period a few days later, you decided to massage her lower back. And Tai? She doesn't resist it. She ends up sitting between your legs, leaning back against you while you hum softly. She sighs like she's letting go for the first time in days. “I hate not having control,” She murmurs. “Of my body, my head, all of it.” You kissed the top of her head, and she exhales slowly.

Van Palmer:

Van is a mix of jokes and discomfort when her period starts. “I think my uterus is actively trying to kill me,” She groans while being doubled over on a pile of blankets. While she treats the whole thing like it's a cosmic joke and makes everyone laugh about it, she's in deep pain. You saw her wincing once when she tried to walk and wordlessly immediately handed her a cloth pad you stitched. “You made this?” She takes it, stunned. “Don’t get excited. It’s not cute,” You joke.

She laughs and says. “You’re the best thing out here besides the fire.” But even with what you made, she's still having trouble with her period. Because a few days later, you found her biting her lip hard while clutching her lower stomach alone in a corner of the cabin. So then, you made another thing to help lessen the pain she's experiencing in a way—a makeshift hot compress using your last clean shirt. You soaked in hot but not scalding water, before wringing it, and then giving it to her.

She calls you a genius and kisses you like you saved her life. Later at night, you sit behind her and spoon her while she mutters sarcastic crap about this being the worst camping trip ever. She grabs your hand and holds it gently. “But I think it's less bad because you're here with me.” She tells you quietly. For a while, you're silent—not knowing what words to tell her. But then you're smiling and laughing a little. “That's the sappiest shit you've ever told me out here,” Van grins at that.

Natalie Scattorcio

Nat tries her best to act like it doesn't affect her, but she's clearly moody and more withdrawn. Smoking more than usual despite what little cigarettes she has left. Oh, and she keeps disappearing into the woods more. Spending longer hours hunting, walking, and sitting alone. You know she's trying to power through the pain because you know her tells and you notice it all. The way she drags her feet. The tight line of her jaw.

You noticed her flinching once when she was bending over and gently asked her if it was cramps. She glared at you for a moment, before sighing eventually. “Yeah. Sucks.” She replied. Nat is used to the pain her period is bringing her. She's almost okay with it, actually. But that doesn't mean it's any less painful than it is. So when you pulled her aside one day to give her clean cloth and some herbal tea that Misty made to relieve her pain at least even a little, she blinks—confused as hell.

“Why are you doing this?” She asks. You shrug. “Because I love you. And I know how bad it can get.” You told her. And then Nat takes the tea, albeit hesitantly. You stay with her as she drinks it in silence before she presses her forehead to your chest and says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” The next day, you asked Misty what else you could do to relieve her pain. You bring her a hot flat stone wrapped in one of your old shirts and set it next to her by the fire later that night.

Lottie Matthews:

When Lottie's period comes, she's wincing a lot because of it. You see her breathing slowly sometimes, trying to calm herself through the camps. And when her cramps get bad, you notice how she breathes differently when it does. You offered to stay with her near the fire, and she said yes with a small nod in response. She lets you warm a blanket and drape it over her legs, one of your hands resting lightly over her lower stomach. “It hurts,” She says softly.

“I know,” You whispered. “And you don’t have to pretend like it doesn't with me.” Lottie's hand finds yours under the blanket. And then she's whispering something in french. Something soft that you just smile at her saying it, despite not knowing what it means. The next day, you find her sitting outside with blood down her legs. She's looking at the trees like they're speaking to her. You gently touch her shoulder, and she flinches before softening when she sees it's you.

You brought her water and some cloth. You help her clean up gently, and she lets you. You notice tears welling up in her eyes as you hum softly while helping her. “You don’t think I’m weird?” She asks. “I think no matter what's happening to you,” You trail off. “That you're human, and that's not weird.” Later at night, she gives you the bracelet she's been wearing since the crash. “Something to protect you. Like you protected me.” She says.

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee tries to act normal, but she's very embarrassed about bleeding in front of everyone. She tries to hide it at first, but then you see her wince when she kneels to pray. “It’s just... gross,” She confesses to you in the dead of night, after she leaks through her clothes. “I know it’s normal, but I feel... unclean.” You helped her clean up, before wrapping her in your jacket after. Then you braided her hair to calm her nerves, saying nothing until she breathed easier.

“God doesn’t think you’re gross,” You told her. “And neither do I.” She squeezes your hand tightly, her eyes a bit glassy. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane out here.” She let out a small laugh and then smiled at her. The next day, you offered her help and she flushed with shame. “I can’t let the others see.” Despite what you told Laura Lee last night, she's still very embarrassed about it. And suddenly, it gave you an idea,

And in the following days, you quietly made a safe space behind the cabin. You built a small barrier with branches and helped her settle there a few days later after you finished it, giving her clean rags and warm water. Then later at night, she jokes. “That wasn't exactly what I thought missionary work would be like.” You laughed, and she laughed too. “Sometimes I think god sent you,” She whispered, holding your hand like it was the very thing grounding her. “I love you.”

Misty Quigley:

Misty acts fine. Overly fine. “Oh, I tracked everyone’s cycles so we could be prepared!” She chirped. But when hers started, she was trying everything she could to hide it. Not because she was embarrassed about it! No, why would she be embarrassed about something that happened naturally to a girl's body? She just doesn't want to be needy. But then you caught her flinching while tending to the fire and gently guided her to sit. “I’m okay!” She tried resisting at first.

But you were very insistent, you even made her a tea from bark and herbs. She stares at you like you just gave her the moon. “No one’s ever... taken care of me like that.” She mumbles. “Well, that's depressing.” You commented. The next day, you found her cleaning herself near the stream despite her hands shaking just a little. You stepped in quietly, handed her a cleaner cloth that you saved, and just waited. “You’re not disgusted?” She asked, her voice small.

“Why would I be?” You replied. “You’re human. And I care about you because, after all, you're my girlfriend. That’s all.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly while avoiding looking at her so she could have some privacy. Later at night, Misty sits beside you and shyly leans her head on your shoulder. “Thank you,” She whispered. “What for?” You asked. “For taking care of me, silly!” She kissed your cheek. Maybe she should be more vulnerable, so you could take care of her more.

[evilfoxboygenius]

🐺 🦴 ways i plan on species transitioning/general future plans for my non-human self:

changes i want to make to my appearance, behavior, and lifestyle to help ease species dysphoria and make me feel more like a wolf or dog. 🐾

cosmetic/physical changes:

- silicone subdermal pawpad implants (but only if theres a way to have them on my palms without them hindering my dexterity)

- pawpad tattoos on top of said implants to make them appear more realistic

- testosterone for things like body hair, deeper voice for stronger animal vocals, and thicker/longer nails i can shape into claws

- top surgery

- acrylic "raptor claw" nails (mostly just aspiration since theyre probably kind of impractical)

- bulk out and tone up

- long distance running training, also i want to become very flexible

- angel bite piercings with the spike part white to look like fangs and the piercing ball colored to match my skin tone

- fang veneers shaped like wolf canines specifically, not like vampire fangs

- grow my hair out really long and layer it all shaggy, + dye it to look like certain fur patterns (also find wolf/dog tail and ear sets with said patterns) (oh and possibly design a type of ear that is comfortable to sleep in or wear constantly with no hard or pokey bits)

- get into the habit of wearing tails, ears, and collars (when feeling more dog-like) every day

- wear animalistic makeup (give myself a canine nose or make my eyes look more wolf-like)

- colored contacts that look non-human

- wear more jewelry or accessories with things that make me feel more wolflike (ex. bones, wolf motifs, real or fake animal teeth, LOL Lots of Leather)

mostly random behavioral/lifestyle changes:

- hike and forage more and collect more outdoor trinkets

- live in tiny mobile home with my hypothetical mate and our wolfdog children (just a silly thought hee hee)

- spend basically all of my time outside besides when i have to work, (but i aspire to get an outdoor job of some kind) clean myself, etc. (i love the thought of cooking all of my meals outside)

- learn as much as i can about dogs and wolves, and maybe work in a field involving them (i want to work at a wolf sanctuary SO BAD)

- incorporate dog/wolf vocals into my everyday speech

- wag

- use dog/wolf body language regularly

- i want to start holding bloody steaks in between my paws and tearing them apart with my teeth

- wait who said that

- balance out my diet and only eat whole foods (+ up my protein intake by a lot) (kind of just general future planning)

- hunt/fish for and process my own food (maybe its that country boy in me)

- possibly find an otherkin or transspecies pack near me i can meet up with frequently

- start a big wolf and dog item collection and decorate my house with it

- yea were gonna need a lot of taxidermy

- make my home look and feel like a cozy den somehow, also put plants everywhere

- giant dog bed duh

- and eat out of dog bowls

- and howl every night

[notspiders]

Oh, Honey! (Bumblebee! Reader x Monster! 141)

General Warnings: Mostly fluff. Reader is female and is described as rather small and chubby. Reader is clumsy. Reader has a very large family. Characters may act out of character. Poor grammar is likely. Cussing. Part 1??? Note: Monster! 141 belongs to @bluegiragi

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Price watches you through the window.

Truthfully, he isn't sure how he and his team ended up here. One day they were being chased by a bloody team of zombies/cannon fodder, the next- he's laying on this extremely cozy bed (although it is a bit small) with his wounds nicely patched. Soap has gone hunting with the other women. Ghost is satisfied that they're all safe in this... rather massive cottage and has been snoring away in the next room for the past hour. Gaz has told him that he's going to just fly around and keep an eye out- just in case if the enemies somehow find themselves through the dense woods and into this clearing.

They really were lucky, Price thinks. According to you, the woods were a force themselves. Navigating through it, especially at night, is practically impossible. Compasses don't work. There's no signal and, of course, any type of aircraft just fail here. The woods are miles long and unless you packed enough supplies- it's suicide to dive back in and try to find your way out. It's just that sometimes the woods can help you, and sometimes the woods just gives you Mother Nature's middle finger and kills you. So there's that.

Naturally, the team was suspicious.

1) The explanation made no sense. 2) They were just outnumbered by a ton of enemies and to stumble upon this welcoming lot is... well, it's too good to be true, yeah? 3) You and your family are just way too happy. 3.1) There are no guys in your family. Your mother stated that men generally just wandered in, the family would treat them, and then they go away by themselves after a few nights. 3.2) Honestly, all of you look the same. Maybe there's like, a difference in hairstyles, body types, and obvious age gaps between the women here and there, but Jesus… Gaz has already made the mistake of confusing you, your cousins, your many sisters, and other random girls multiple times last night. 3.3) Scratch out the 'massive cottage' you guys claimed it to be. It's a mansion. Your 'family' is very large. There are many aunts, other women, cousins, other girls that were adopt into the family- Just no men. All living under the same roof and might as well be an army itself with how efficient you all did your tasks.

That said, it's very rude to point guns at innocent, clueless civilians. You, an adorably chubby, little bumblebee-hybrid (identifiable by the two rather pathetic buzzing wings behind your back), opened the door to them last night and stared blankly at their guns before cheerily ushering them in without freaking your head out. Next thing they knew, they got some quality homecooked meals cooked and served before them, plenty of drink (the honey mead everyone shared is excellent), proper treatment with their wounds (with... herbs), and warm beds. Ghost had stayed up the whole night and snooped around (just in case) but reported nothing interesting except for a few old hunting rifles and some overdue library books. Yes, each girl did carry a tiny foraging knife, but he's pretty certain they could still punt them like footballs ten at a time.

Morning comes- the team properly introduce themselves without being too specific of their occupation. There was a great deal of oohing and aahing as Price unfolded his one wing. His smoke did cause one girl to faint and her mother quickly asked for Price to... stop. He did his best and has, for now, stopped smoking his cigar. Everyone just steered clear from Ghost. Many children were petting Soap's head and playing with his fluffy tail, and others were stroking Gaz's wings.

Despite all the attention, Price's gaze is always on you. Maybe it was because of the fact that he's seen you first. You were just the cutest out of all of them. He wanted to whisk you away just to squish every soft part of your body and have you cuddled up beside him in his nest back home.

He's sorely disappointed to be told that he needs to return to bed so that his wounds can heal faster. No matter. The window gives him a very nice view of the clearing outside. Some girls are tending to the farm. Others are beekeeping. Plenty have gone to the outskirts of the forest to forage or hunt. Soap has offered to go out with the girls and they gladly accepted his help. (Tomorrow, he'll get off of this bed and join everyone too.)

Right now, you're picking the berries in your garden. It's amusing to watch you. Sometimes you bend over to pluck a few pretty flowers too- he's gotten a very nice view of your plump arse here and there. He's watched you buzz your small wings to just barely get a foot in the air and pluck an apple off the tree. Oh, how he wished to simply go out to lift you up himself... Your weight would be nothing to him.

From his observations, he's smartly deduced: Your body is round. Your little wings aren't designed for distance.

He loves the way you'd burrow your nose into any flower. Sometimes you remind him of Johnny's eagerness by the way you'd get a bit too enthusiastic and faceplant into the bed of flowers to take in the scent.

Price watches you get up, bump into your cousin (or is it sister? Or is this another girl? He couldn't be arsed), and the two of you collectively squeaked and apologized at the same time. Adorable. Fascinating. Beautiful. He hasn't felt this way ever since the time he xaight the glimpse of the shiny Excalibur in that stupid rock.

The lunch horn has been blown. He's been told that today's meal would be freshly baked bread and creamy chicken with wild rice soup. There’ll be tea and coffee for the drinks.

Price wishes his lunch would just be you.

[guabie]

I like to think that a while or years later while living with Cait, Vi starts to get smile lines. And that they’re decently prominent and that she gains some happy fat like in the last scene where she looks fed for once. Because my bbg deserves all the happiness in the world after all she’s been through and even if she hadn’t been through all that.

I like to think of little inconveniences she’d have, like her neck prolly hurts a little in the mornings from the difference in pillow quality. Since Cait prolly has soft large pillows or just good quality ones unlike prison or every establishment vi has lived in. But she eventually gets used to them or she just sleeps with her head on Cait.

Something funny would be vi slowly adopting the posh accent Cait has but only on certain words, not entirely and ekko mocking her whenever it slips. Even better if she gets interested in the books the kiramman’s have. Like her vocabulary would switch up like crazy and since those books are probably generational it’s possible she’s pick up (ancient slang lol) old pompous words and weird sayings that even Cait wouldn’t be able to understand. It’d be cute to think about Cait working at her desk or on the couch while vi sits by the fireplace reading for her and pointing out funny or weird parts and mocking them. Or her reading in silence and randomly speaking up to tell her a random fact she just learned and Cait just smiling to herself.

I wonder if vi would take to tea, or maybe just certain tea’s. I can imagine she and Cait testing out a new type of tea every day and rating them all, pretending to host tea parties. Bonus points if Caits hunting dogs join them and get a biscuit and pet from time to time. I feel like vi would take well to the dogs and play with them. Cait would tell her to leave them alone due to their training and needing to be on guard only for her to dote on them too.

Cait prolly takes vi hunting with her and tries teaching her the ways to track prey, how to aim a rifle and such. I’d say vi might be a bit into foraging and maybe in the mansion she’d find a book on the shrubs and such the Kirammans have on their land and in turn point them out and teach Cait about them. They then start carrying baskets when they go out and come back with berries and game to make dinner and dessert out of for later.

lol all this just from looking at vi smile once.

[shidoglazer]

“i knew you in another life, i’ll love you ‘til the day that i die.”

sae itoshi

the “demon child” who got convicted of a crime for not mourning during a funeral, accused of being the murderer of the victim and was dragged by knights with chains to throw him off the cliff for a peaceful death, yet was left in the middle of the forests rotting because the knights said “good enough, nobody will find him here. i’m too lazy to climb up all those steps.”

x

the “witches child” who ran away. just for trying to be kind and offering herbs for a sick child and immediately being accused of being a witch for knowing too much. she lives in the forests after running away from being beheaded — she knows the forests like its the back of her palm, places to collect herbs, to feed animals, what different sounds would that place make according to the animals there… so why was there something so unfamiliar that day?

“hi there.” sae opened his eyes when he heard a girls voice, he squinted and took a look at your features, knowing by a glance you were just around the same age as him. his body squirmed against the rusted metal chains, “get me out.. ‘m not a demons child.” he mumbled weakly, and that was all you needed to get to work. “why’d you get abandoned?” your hands started to work against the metal lock, using different twigs from the ground to pick the lock, occasionally using your hand to keep him in place.

for some reason, sae found your touch the softest he’s ever felt. and thats. something. “i don’t know. i’m not a demons child.” “you don’t know the reason you were abandoned?” “i’m not a demons child.” he mumbled over and over, and you knew there was a lot of fixing to do with this guy. you stayed silent for the majority of the times while picking the lock, and he kept mumbling about dumb judges, lazy people, weakness, how he hated them all.

after getting him out of those chains, you supported him up to walk him to the shelter you found in the middle of the forests. on the way there, just taking a step seemed to exhaust him. “..whats your name? i never got it.” “sae.” he paused. “not demons child.” and you basically had to take a deep breath before talking to him. “im a witches child. its fine, not like we’re ever going back there right?” and there was a long gap of silence before sae replied. “..hm.”

when you reached your small hut, you immediately took some soup you made some other day and handed it to him. “its a bit cold, but it has everything healthy in it!” he took the bowl into his hands and immediately wolfed it down like a starving man (basically was), licking his lips after finishing the whole bowl. “..got anymore? please.” and that day, you spent your whole day foraging for more food to make for him. maybe it was the satisfaction of knowing someone really enjoyed your food, or that you could help the only one you know in the same situation as you.

at night, it was cold. your body temperatures dropped and the holes that punched through the walls weren’t helpful. you were used to this, sae wasn’t. so he did the only thing he thought was the most efficient. “i’m cold.” he doesn’t give you another warning before hugging up on you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “you’re shameless.” you say with a pink tinted against your face, leaning against each others warmth. the cold breeze wasn’t something to be hated anymore as it served as your cupid, like a mysterious force that made your limbs tangle with each others.

in the morning, you woke up to sae standing in front of you, holding a basket full of poisonous mushrooms and random flowers and weeds he picked. “i’ll help you make the food today.” you rub your eyes and lift yourself up from the grass bed, taking the basket from his hands and examining it. “..sae..” you say groggily, your eyes barely being able to open fully. “a lot of these are poisonous, but i appreciate the effort, dearest ..” dearest. dearest. he stood there like an idiot, the usual composure he had falling piece by piece as his mouth fell slightly agape, red blushing through his fair skin. “..o- oh. okay. my bad. i’ll throw these out, real quick.” he quickly took the basket from your hands and ran out the door, being in shock at himself for acting like this.

but after a few weeks of living with you, he learned to identify which mushrooms were safe, waking up earlier then you to go foraging, coming back with a basket with mushrooms that are actually safe. “good morning. can you help me check if these are safe?” he handed the basket to you and you looked through them one by one. “..yeah, good job dearest.” you smiled hazily, reaching out to pinch his cheek. he grumbles about being treated like a kid, yet he makes little to no effort to pull away from your touch that feels like a touch of warmth in his ice-cold world.

though, not all stories have happy endings. just because you were out of sight from the citizens doesn’t mean you were off their radar. in the middle of making you and sae lunch like usual, there was sudden chanting coming closer and closer, a smell of smoke, dozens of footsteps stomping against the forest floor. you look to sae, who’s clearly noticed, immediately scrambling up, “come on- lets go lets go lets go—” he tries to pull you to the windows to escape, yet you dont budge. “no, i.. i’m done for.” “you’re not. i won’t allow it.” and with force you’ve never seen him use before, he throws you onto his shoulder and runs. he runs for not for his own life, but for yours. he may lose his own life, but theres no way he’ll deprive this world of yours.

despite the hundreds of twigs digging into his feet with every step, the crowd of people chasing behind them, he holds onto you tightly even when his heart is pounding in his chest. even when his feet are bleeding and you’re begging for him to stop.

but you don’t have to beg him.

it’s the end of the chase.

a cliff meets his eyes. and you both know that theres no chance to run anymore. he shifts your position to look at your face just one last time, putting you on your own two feet and cupping your face. “hey.. if we’re born again, maybe as people who aren’t children of demons and witches,” he gulps, “let’s get married. make me your husband and i’ll make you my wife, and i’ll give you all the herbs and mushrooms you could ever want. maybe a house with better walls, and-” he chokes on his own tears, the crowd gets closer and closer, “i love you. my dearest.” you hug him tight, closing your eyes as if hoping you’d wake up from this nightmare. if you could just go back to the day you both met, brought him to a safer place, savoured moments with him more .. your thoughts get cut off as you’re engulfed into flames, choking out a cry of pain as sae holds you tightly. “i love you sae— i love you so much, i love you,” the fire spreads too quickly against your wool clothes, and you both are reduced to nothing but charred bones.

it was almost instinct when you first saw sae on tv that you knew you wanted to support him, then you started seeing him in public, or sometimes even in your local cafe where you worked part time at. your co-workers would nudge at you whenever he came in, “look, its your idol, itoshi or whatever his name was. go get him!”

and it wasn’t different for sae. his eyes locked onto yours whenever he saw you. the cafe you worked at was mediocre and all for aesthetics. he’d complain about everything if he could, yet he still comes for you. “one mushroom soup. thanks.” until he basically became a regular here, and he never had to specially request for you to be the one serving him, unless you were out of work, that was. “..wheres that girl? the one that usually serves me?” “oh, shes sick today, so-” he doesn’t wait for another word to immediately stand up and leave the cafe.

the news spread like wildfire, first it was your co-workers telling you how sae was definitely into you, and you didn’t believe it at first until you saw this interview.

“so, sae itoshi! headlines say you’ve been eyeing a cafe worker, is she cute? what-” “first of all. stop butting into my business. second of all,” he pauses “yes. she is cute. my standards wouldn’t be any lower than that.” and fuck. you almost passed out after hearing that.

another day at the cafe after that interview, he came into the cafe and sat down at his usual booth, and you immediately brought him the mushroom soup without saying anything. “i.. figured you’d want the mushroom soup again, right?” “actually.” he pushes the mushroom soup away, looking at your name tag. “y/n.” then back up to your eyes, “i don’t want to say unnecessary things or make up bullshit. so just listen. i’m interested in you. romantically, ‘was wondering if you could give me some type of social media so we could stay in contact.” and you stood there, mouth agape, pink immediately tinting your cheeks. “oh- i, i want to, but i can’t do this during work tho-” and a glare from him is all you need to take your pen out from your pocket and write your number on a notepad, slipping it to him.

“sae! pick me up some mushrooms and creamer when you’re going to the grocery store later, i wanna make mushroom soup and bread.” you say excitedly, while sae looks at you with those endearing eyes that you swear nothing can replace that feeling in your stomach whenever you look at him. “mushroom soup? for our anniversary? i thought you wanted to go out and eat.” he says while cleaning up the living room after your cats caused a warzone there. “well, i thought i’d do something special. since mushroom soup was the reason we met, no?” “..hm. i’m okay with anything. do you want me to help you cook tho?” “god no.” “okay, jeez..”

he comes back with the mushrooms and creamer, placing it onto the counter and you start cooking while he stands there and watches you, occasionally kissing you out of nowhere just because he feels like it. you started the night with mushroom soup on the dining table, sitting beside each other with silence that speaks so loudly. “hey.. i’ve been meaning to tell you this but i wanted to wait until it was our anniversary.” he reached into his pockets, pulling out a key. “i bought a new house. for us.” and you’re shocked. staring at the house key, then back at him, “what?! no way- what type of house even is it??” “don’t yell at me for wasting my money.” he pauses. “a mansion. 4 stories.” you almost cried right there, immediately pulling sae into a hug. “thank you.. thank you sae, i love you so much. you spoil me too much,” “then i must’ve owed you something in a past life.”

and after dinner, you both immediately get into bed. the air conditioner is blasting on full wind, a blanket covering each other and you’re already enough warm, but theres no excuse as to why sae hugs you close to his chest, as if protecting you from the rest of the world. yet you lean into it anyways. you close your eyes, hoping not to wake up from this dream, but to progress into another day with your dearest.

[uesp]

Kwama Foragers in Morrowind: Little creatures, maybe a bit creepy if you don't like crawling bugs, but otherwise most likely fine if not a bit cute.

Kwama Foragers in Legends: Oh, I did not need to know those were teeth...

[taeaura]

Thomas {Hewitt}'s Interests

From a gal who's hyper fixating on this franchise

So..I'd like to preface this by saying I do not live nor have ever lived in the Deep South or Midwest. BUT, I do visit the midwest often - which doesn't mean much but give me grace 😭🙏

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Bone Collecting

I used to collect bones when I'd visit my grandparents up in the mountains - It was fun. I feel like he'd do the same {given his 'role'}. We already know he collects ears, teeth, eyeballs, even heads - and most definitely skin; So why not bones? He probably collected bones when he was younger - Maybe with Henrietta, if they happened to be close.

I like to imagine he has a box or shelf full of his 'collections'; He's got a whole museum in there I guarantee it. Some bugs, bones, bone fragments, hides, teeth, claws, rocks n' geodes, all sorts of naturally-occurring treasures.

General Foraging

In TCM 2003, Thomas is seen wearing rings which I doubt are his {though, they fit him pretty well}. He probably stole them from a victim - And he most definitely kept that engagement ring from Kemper. He'll take clothes, jewelry, books, photographs, toys, drawing utensils, wildflowers, bugs, abandoned artifacts, anything he likes really. He'd go HAM in a thrift shop, trust. I've been to thrift shops in the midwest - They are gold; Lots of old pictures, some racist things {which I do NOT thing are gold}, old jewelry, lots of gemstones, bones, license plates, clothes {obviously}, letters, toys, paintings / posters, vinyls, CDs, furniture, old guns, bullet shells, all kinds of forgotten treasures. I think Tommy would like it if the store was empty..

Sewing

This one's obvious - Thomas uses sewing as a form of catharsis; A way to transform himself just as he transforms the scraps of leather. We see his sewing machine in his room, along with mannequins and mannequin heads; Indicating sewing is something he does often. I doubt he only makes mask - Maybe casings, potential jewelry; He'd definitely make something for his partner or a close friend..not so much the family considering they aren't..the most grateful or encouraging.

His {The Family's} Animals

Despite his busy schedule, I'm sure Thomas likes to spend time with the animals on the Hewitt property. The canon animals {that we've seen so far} include Monty's dog {unnamed canonically}, three pigs, and a few chickens. Now, I know there's gonna be a crowd that spews "But Thomas worked in a slaughterhouse!! He wouldn't take kindly to animals!1!1!1!!" Just because I eat meat doesn't mean I don't adore animals - The meat I eat is from a dead animal. I'm quite literally eating its cooked carcass. Thomas is doing the same - Only he's doing the dirty work firsthand.

I don't know how connected he'd be to Monty's dog - considering that dog is with Monty all. the. time. - But he'd be really connected to the 'livestock'. The pigs don't seem too old - not piglets per se but not fully grown either. I assume Thomas or Luda Mae collect the eggs, meaning Thomas sees the animals quite a lot. He doesn't seem like the type to show too much physical {or verbal} affection - But his primary executions are through observation and care. {I headcanon his love languages as acts of service and quality time; Though he appreciates receiving words of affirmation.} He keeps the animals clean, well-fed, and healthy; Whilst occasionally spending time with them outside his daily chores.

Music

Okay, so ! I've been contemplating Thomas' music taste for a bit now, {previously posted about it} and I have a few inklings I'll try to share:

I've seen many people headcanon Thomas as a 'Kernel' {unofficial name for a Korn fan}; And while I love Korn myself, I don't see Thomas in the same light. Maybe he'd like some of their songs, but I envision him as an occasional nu-metal listener. Type O Negative reminds me of Tommy a lot - Don't know why. I don't think he'd listen to them a TON - But more often than Korn, maybe. If we look back to TCM 2003 from 37:10 to 37:20, Thomas plays something of the metal / rock genre. More heavy-metal than anything in MY opinion. Let's forget about timelines for a minute whilst we walk through this.

I previously stated that Thomas would potentially like bands such as Mortician, Alice In Chains, maybe SoundGarden, Metallica, Black Sabbath?, Pantera, Cannibal Corpse, Megadeth - Bands similar to these as well. This might be controversial but I don't think Thomas would mind country music. Hell, I think he'd listen to some Johnny Cash or The Highwaymen if it came on - Some classic, soulful country. It's not like his momma blasts it or anything...

Continuing on the family note; Skynyrd. That's all I have to say.

In all actuality; I'm sure Hoyt's music taste rubs off on Thomas a bit - I'm sure Thomas prefers metal, but he'll listen to rock just the same. Maybe a little Elvis, Skynyrd, AC/DC here and there; He's not too fussy.

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Anway, ramble ramble, yappa yappa; This has gone on long enough - But I'd happily make more if the people want it {😈🙏}

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Take care 🫀

[muridae3]

Walk of Shame | Harvey x Farmer

Harvey has to make the walk of shame after spending the night with the farmer.

Inspired by the lovely @clarisinne and the delicious Harvey art she posts!

Harvey didn’t usually stay at the farmhouse overnight. 

And yet, one morning, he found himself still holding them, long after the sun had come up. 

“Doc, I have to get up…” the farmer sighed, making no attempt to move their head from his chest.

Harvey shuddered. The farmer knew exactly what that nickname did to him.  

“The chickens will be mad. It’s already ten minutes past.” 

“I suppose I shouldn’t keep you from work…” he sighed, planting a lazy kiss on the top of their head before releasing them.

“Thanks, babe.” The farmer kissed him before getting up and dressing. “Chores won’t do themselves.” 

Harvey watched them leave— he loved watching them walk. They were so confident, so sure of themselves.

He was none of those things.

After another minute of savoring the warmth they left behind, Harvey left the bed, gathering his discarded clothes before dressing. 

He decided to tidy up a bit— after all, the farmer had been such a wonderful host, and they deserved to come home to a clean room. 

He made up their bed and put their discarded clothes in the laundry hamper before moving to the kitchen and washing their dishes from the night prior. 

As he put the last dish away, he noticed the coffee pot was still half-full. 

Had they made some for him? 

He found a travel thermos in the cabinet and filled it with coffee, savoring a sip before he stepped into the chilled morning air. 

He quite enjoyed an early morning walk— most people were still sleeping, and it wasn’t too hot out. It gave him plenty of time to think.

He couldn't help but wonder what the farmer was doing. They had the maintenance of their farm down to an exact science— they were usually done with their farm chores in less than an hour. Would they go fishing today? Would they go foraging? Would they go into town? Maybe he would see them at the clinic. 

Town was empty, as he expected. After all, it was only 8:30 in the morning. 

He was just about to unlock the clinic when he heard someone call out. “Doctor Harvey!” 

He turned, smiling pleasantly. “Hey, Abigail.”

“We missed you at the saloon last night. Although… it seems like you found some fun of your own.” Abigail stifled a giggle. “I have some makeup for that if you need it.”

Harvey was puzzled before remembering a particular spot on his neck that the farmer had paid special attention. His hand flew to his neck, his face turning crimson. "Oh, uh, that's... I mean..." He coughed. "I really have to open the clinic. Bye!" He quickly entered the clinic, cringing at the awkwardness of that interaction. 

After he made sure the door was locked, he rushed up to his apartment, taking a good look at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Sweet Yoba, he had a hickey. 

He had a hickey.

And someone had seen it. 

He exited into the living room area, collapsing on his couch.

That farmer.

That infuriating, wonderful farmer. He’d get back at them, somehow. But as for today, he had a clinic to run, as well as a very visible hickey to hide. 

[vekreng]

Crosshair - SFW Alphabet

prompt: sfw alphabet featuring the reader dating Crosshair from The Bad Batch :] list by @.the-coldest-goodbye here! pairing: Crosshair x Reader words: 1.9k requested: no

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His affection level depends on who’s around. His siblings? Best you’ll get is him standing by you, maybe his elbow or knee grazing yours. In public? He’ll gently hold your arm or brush your upper back to steer you someplace. Perhaps he’d absentmindedly intertwine his fingers with yours while pointing out the differences in two seemingly identicals articles of clothing.

Alone? All over you. Crosshair can hardly go a minute without having some kind of physical contact with you. It’s a combination of love, being touch-starved, and fearing that you’d disappear for good if he ever let you go.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Oh, he’s definitely the snarky friend that mocks you for missing a step when going down the stairs but wouldn’t hesitate to shoot a random person for muttering an insult about you under their breath. He’d be standoffish toward you at first, refusing to accept someone new into the fold that was the Bad Batch. But like algae, or perhaps a barnacle, you grew on him faster than he expected. You shared in his jokes, stood up to him when he was being an ass, and was unnervingly in tune with his moods. Neither of you know exactly what changed your relationship, but you can both agree it was for the better.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes, but only when in private. And even then he’s like a bored cat; the amount of physical contact endured is exactly what he deems is okay and nothing more, nor nothing less. He likes having you pressed into his side. His arm tucked around your lower back, your ankles overlapping. It’s a completely different story when you share a bed, however. Good luck removing him if you need to go anywhere before he does.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Secretly, yes, though he isn’t sure what that would entail. He dreams of a world where he doesn’t have to fear for his loved ones’ safety on a regular basis, where he and his family isn’t foraging for scraps from people who could turn on them at any moment. He’s pretty solid at cleaning, not so much at cooking, but he’s willing to learn.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

“We’re done. It's best if you leave.” Cold and to the point. Maybe if he shows less attachment, it’ll hurt less for the both of you. (That’s a lie, of course.)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s a bit iffy on marriage. He’s never really had any examples to look at himself, and as a soldier - and a clone especially - something like marriage was never in his cards before you came along. He’d have to take it slow, for sure. He can’t risk the pain of losing you outweighing the joy of knowing you are his only other.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Crosshair is the human embodiment of a cactus at first. His spines protect him from being hurt, but eventually he learns how to let new people in, and some further than most. But once you’re in? Softer than a rose petal. He couldn’t bear to do anything to hurt you, it’d gut him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In public, his hugs are an arm around your neck like he’s playfully choking you, usually when you’ve done something stupid. In private, though, he wraps his arms so tight around you it feels like you’re suffocating. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, seeking your warmth and body to engulf him fully and block out the rest of the world, just for a little while. His thinner frame can be a bit uncomfortable at times, but it’s nothing you don’t get used to.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a long time. So long you’ve begun to wonder if he even knows about the phrase, or its significance in relationships. So long that you start having doubts about whether he even reciprocates that level of attachment, until you have a little “Oh. Oh.” moment when it finally pops up.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

VERY. And it’s almost painful, how often it tends to happen. God forbid a “reg” be within eyesight of you, unless it’s one of “the good ones,” also known as Rex or Echo. A stranger flirting with you on one of their pit stops is no match for the fire in his glare that could melt steel. He gets possessive quickly, at times physically blocking the subject of his jealousy from reaching you with his body. “Keep your hands to yourself,” he’d snarl, “if you enjoy using them.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Shallow, but rich with life. He loves kissing you and being kissed, but he can’t really do that whole “tongue wrestle to determine who’s Alpha” thing that most enjoy. He prefers to keep them light but long, not wanting to let go just yet. He loves to press a kiss to your lips, your cheek, your brow, your shoulder. Your hand, if he’s feeling especially romantic. He loves when you kiss his tattoo, or scars, or collarbone. The palm of his prosthetic hand after Tantiss; it helps him accept it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

We’ve all seen how he is with Omega. A bit awkward and gangly at first, trying to find his footing and figure out how fast he needs to adapt and prefers to not be involved if the children cannot be reasoned with, but a good dad in a pinch. Probably better as an uncle, though; he likes being able to give them back to somebody when he’s at the end of his rope. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Quick. He isn’t one to linger long in bed, there’s too much to do. He’ll make you some coffee, though, if you’re sleeping still. He prefers starting his day in silence, catching up on events, preparing his armor and rifle for the next mission.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Slow. He savors the time he can spend with you before sleep, the time when he’s allowed to wind down after a hard day’s work. He’ll read with you, watch a movie, talk about anything and everything.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He definitely waits. Crosshair can’t bear to be vulnerable if he can’t trust you 100% and then some. It puts him and his family at too high of a risk; what if you betray them? What if you use it to get back at him in a personal way for a slight he caused you? He’s like a river being formed. Slow to start, but grows quickly once he’s established that you’re safe.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets annoyed fast, sure, but properly angry? That takes a while with you. He does his best to rationalize things that happen with you or what you do if it bugs him, tries to see your point of view and why you made such decisions. It doesn’t always work, but hey, he’s trying.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. Steel trap, that mind of his. Turned your nose up at a little treat for some “picky” reason? You’ll never see anything with that trait again. Offhandedly mentioned an animal you like? Within two weeks, your bunk is filled with it and little things like a plush figure still worm their way into your life through the years.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you found a scarf you thought he’d like. The Batch was preparing for a mission on some forsaken ice planet, and you were trying to find ways to help everyone stay comfortable and alive. One merchant was selling handwoven scarves. The one you picked out had an intricate pattern of dark and light gray, highlighted with a pop of red. It reminded you exactly of his armor, and you couldn’t wait to show him. The light in your eyes when you shoved the scarf in his face to see is something he’ll always cherish.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You know that meme that goes “If he had a million fans, I’m one of them” all the way down to “If he has no fans then I am dead”? That’s Crosshair. The only time he isn’t being protective is if he’s unconscious or dead. You have become his everything, and he doesn’t let go of that so easily. He’d train you whenever you asked (and sometimes didn’t), and try to watch over you when you’re separated. As for himself, he prefers knowing that you’ve got your commlink nearby in case he needs backup, or someone to pull him out of a bad situation. He trusts you with his life, and takes comfort in the knowledge that he can rely on you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh, he’d try so hard. Doesn’t mean he’d be much good at it; after all, he had no one to teach him. But he’s earnest and wants to make things work with you, and if that means figuring out what you like out of dates, celebrations, random shows of affection, then so be it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The rifle obsession can be a little weird sometimes. Thankfully he values you above his dear Firepuncher, but don’t expect him to drop it completely. He tends to stay up late reading mission reports, various strategies, and otherwise concerning himself with how to make the next mission go better than the last.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very. He likes his appearance and shrugs off negative comments about it, but he isn’t obsessed by any means.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. In the beginning, he could go without, but by the time you’re established he can’t fathom how he ever lived without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

The toothpick purchases go way down after you guys hit the kissing stage. Having something else to occupy his mouth is a welcome distraction for his mind, and his wallet.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who’s selfish. He and his family rely on each other, lean on one another. If he can’t trust someone to sacrifice part of themselves or something when it’s needed, he starts judging. If it becomes a habit, he cuts them off.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s the type to appear like he sleeps in one or two positions all night, but you get woken up more than once during your relationship from his hand smacking you in the face while he’s dead to the world.

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The nest chapter 1

(a "prologue" to from the nest)

13 years ago

Raven: *rubbing her eyes with exasperation* For the last time, Qrow, i won't come back. Summer is happy, Taiyang finally has someone who can be there for him-

Qrow: *cutting her* And your daughter won't know who her real mother is. *Sigh* I'm not even asking you to come back under Ozpin, but don't you think she deserves to know you exist?

Raven: *rolling her eyes* And for what? So that she can be connected to me? So that if someone wants to hurt me, they can go after her? *Shaking her head* No, she deserves better than this. I might be the one who birthed her, but summer is tenfold the mother i could ever dream to be.

Qrow: *annoyed* How can you be sure you'd be that awful of a mother if you only spent a year with her? You were so happy when she was born, so what changed!?

Raven: *glaring at Qrow* What changed? Nothing changed! *Gritting her teeth* We are Branwen, Qrow! *Taking a deep breath* You might have forgotten, but do you remember why we went to Beacon in the first place?

Qrow: *scoff* To learn aura to become stronger-

Raven: *slamming her hand on the table* No! That's just the excuse we used to leave! *Tightening her fists* We were supposed to change this place! To try finding something else, ANYTHING else, that we could do, instead of pillaging village after village, scrapping by like starved dogs! *Sigh, exhausted* But decades of violence can't be erased by just us two.

Qrow: *sigh* Ray-

Raven: They were dying, Qrow. During our time at the academy, we forgot how hard it was for our family. *Looking back at her brother* I can't leave them to die for a war i never heard of, for the interest of the same people who killed our family without a care in the world!

Qrow: *snapping* Then maybe they deserved it! I can't remember a single good thing happening in this god forsaken tribe! All i can remember is training all day and killing innocent people!

Raven: *grabbing him by the shirt* I KNOW THAT ALREADY! BUT DO YOU THINK THE KIDS DESERVED IT TOO? I-

4yo Jaune: *entering the tent, looking confusedly at Qrow* ... *Shaking his head, focusing back on Raven* Train me!

Qrow: *looking at the kid, then at Raven multiple times* ... Who- *focusing on Raven* Does Taiyang Know-

Raven: *sigh, releasing him* He's not mine, that's just Isabelle and Jacques's son. He keeps coming to my tent even when i kick him out.

Qrow: ... You kick him?

Raven: *rolling her eyes* Not literally, i'm not our dad!

4yo Jaune: *walking towards Raven, hugging her* Aunty, train me!

Qrow: *shocked* A-Aunty!?

Raven: *Blushing slightly* J-Jaune, today i really can't teach you. G-go play with Vernal-

4yo Jaune: *frowning* But she's mean! She keeps bullying me because she's taller, i want to defend myself like you!

Raven: Jaune-

4yo Jaune: *star in his eyes* Like you did when you helped those faunus against the grimms!

Raven: *sigh, patting his head* Can you wait 10 minutes then? *Smiling gently* I just need to finish talking with my guest, ok?

4yo Jaune: *turning to Qrow* ... *Wince* He smells like the meanies you threw out of the tribe.

Raven: *chuckle* I know. Now, move along, i'll be there in a bit.

4yo Jaune: *beaming* Ok! *Leave the tent*

Qrow: ...

Raven: *sigh* Those kids don't deserve the life we had. I know you think they aren't worth it but-

Qrow: *sigh, shaking his head* No, you're right. I spent too much time away from here, i completely forgot about the kids... *Frown* He seemed malnourished.

Raven: *looking down* His family is too big. Seven sisters... it's a lot of mouths to feed.

Qrow: ... Have you tried teaching him how to forage? That might help him a bit, along with the other kids.

Raven: *small smirk* What do you take me for, an idiot? He may look weak, but i can assure you that he's a lot better than before.