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thedo0zyslider · 9 months

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Under The Mistletoe - 4k Words

Jimmy puts mistletoe around the house, hoping Fwhip would notice. Unfortunately, it takes an embarrassingly long time for him to do so.

A03

Jimmy hums, grabbing another Christmas decoration from the box next to him. His boyfriend, Fwhip, wouldn’t be home for a few hours; and the blonde had hoped to surprise him with the Christmas decorations when he returned. Well, everything except the ornaments. He was hoping they could do that together. He��d bought some cute new ornaments to show his partner, and was excited to see his reaction.

While shuffling through the box, Jimmy found something he wasn’t expecting too. Honestly, he’d entirely forgotten that he had these things. There were several pieces of mistletoe laying around, towards the bottom of the box. Not anything real, fake ones made of felt that his mum had made years back. They never had the real plant, because it was toxic to cats, so his mother had handmade some when they were younger. He could fondly remember he and Lizzie pushing each other, along with whatever friend or crush had the misfortune of coming over, under the fake plant and giggling about it.

Jimmy smiled to himself, picking up a few of the items. He’d taken several more than he thought when he had moved out, probably having enough for every door frame in the house. Granted, his own place was a lot smaller than his parent’s was. The blonde hummed again as he took one permanently from the box, setting the rest back down. He has a bit of an idea, one that will hopefully work out by the end of the evening.

He stopped what he was doing, which was setting up the stockings, and moved towards the front door. Jimmy hummed again, realizing he would need to find something to hang the fake plant from. They should have a ceiling hook, or something like that, lying around. It sounds like the kinda thing he would’ve panic bought when first moving in. Not because he needed it at the time, but because he might need it later on or some stupid reason like that.

Jimmy does find a ceiling hook, several in fact, buried in the same box as the mistletoe is, Which makes him think it's another thing he’d grabbed when moving out. But eventually he does get the hook set up, after some rather frustrating trial and error. On the bright side, there’s no gapping, ugly hole that they’d need repaired in the top of the doorframe, which makes this whole ordeal a win-win in the blonde’s book.

He hands the mistletoe after about twenty minutes of preparation, a smile fighting it way onto Jimmy’s face. This was sure to work, and get them both in the Christmas spirit! What a good idea he’d had! Though he should get back to work, and finish decorating before Fwhip comes home. So he can complete the surprise!

Jimmy goes back to setting up the stockings, putting up one for him and his boyfriend. He also put up one's for the cats and dogs, since they would need presents as well. Even if Fwhip did always complain that Norman or Flick would just tear them down, Jimmy put them up anyways. The blonde also argued that the dogs were tall enough to do so as well, even if that was less likely. He was determined not to be stopped in this matter specifically.

Eventually, Jimmy gets done with the stockings. Putting up six of them took longer than it should have, but whatever. He moves onto the rest of the decorations, and decides to tackle one box at a time. Except for the ornament box, that one goes to the side for now. So they can decorate together later, as a couple.

Jimmy doesn’t check the time, but he knows he has at least half an hour to finish up before his partner returns home. And then he loses track of time, and suddenly has no more of it to finish up with. There is the distinct sound of the front door being unlocked, and he doesn't even notice it until a very familiar voice is saying his name.

“Oh! Jimmy! You’re decorating!” Fwhip says, opening the front door suddenly. The blonde jumps, genuinely startled, even though he had been anticipating his partner's arrival for a good twenty minutes now. He must’ve gotten absorbed in his work again, something that happened far too often for his liking. Mostly because it leads to jumpscares like this.

His boyfriend still stands in the doorway, fumbling with his keys, and the blonde decides to take his chance and move closer. He also makes a mental note to not glance up for any reason, lest the surprise be spoiled by his stupid excitement. He wants Fwhip to notice the mistletoe all on his own, so they could have a cute moment. “I wanted to surprise you with it!” Jimmy smiled, now standing in the doorway with his partner. Fwhip took no notice of that, just going to look at him once he’d put the keys away. His cheeks are a redder shade than normal, probably from all the biting wind and snowfall outside. Jimmy had told him not to go out in such weather, but the ginger had done so anyway. Like an absolute fool.

“Well aren’t you sweet!” Fwhip purred, going to cup his partner's face in his hands. The blonde lets out a giggle, leaning into it. Even if his partner's hands were deathly cold. Damn winter weather. Jimmy has to hold back a smile, thinking he must’ve noticed the mistletoe by now. Surely so, it's right above their heads.

“You flatter me.” He huffs, feeling himself go all soft. Fwhip’s face twists into a gentle smile, and he pulls the blonde closer. The front door is shut behind them, blocking out the cold that had entered with its opening. Which was good, considering the snow seemed to be falling again. And neither of them wanted snow inside the house.

“That’s my job!” The ginger says, moving both of them out of the doorway. Jimmy has to fight to keep his expression the same, slight disbelief starting to fill him. Fwhip leans in with a smile, and his partner kisses him back. He does so happily, even if they are doing so…not under the mistletoe, like he had so carefully planned out.

Fwhip pulls away after a moment, that soft look still on his face. “I’ll help you decorate in a minute, okay?” He stops cupping the others face, and leaves to go and put all his stuff from work away. And probably change into a Christmas sweater, to match what his partner is wearing.

“Okay.” He calls after, letting his boyfriend walk away for a moment. He needs some time to compuse him, and let it sink in what just happened. The blonde looks over his shoulder at the very visible

Jimmy stands there for a moment, gapping just a little. How did he not notice the mistletoe!? It’s definitely noticeable! He’d made sure it wasn’t too high up, and even the blonde could see it. And Fwhip was not that much shorter than him. He turns around to check that it actually is seeable, and it is! Most people would notice that! How did Fwhip not!?

The blonde isn’t mad about it at all. Honestly he’s more baffled by the whole ordeal than anything, really. It’s just—how did his partner not notice that!? It was literally right there!

“Did you decide on the party theme yet?” Fwhip calls from the other room, already shoving his jacket off his shoulder. Jimmy follows him, fighting the dumbfounded look off his face the best he can.

“No, but I was thinking about it.” He responds, briefly being reminded of the Christmas party. All their friends said they voted in who hosted every year, but it always ended up being at Fwhip and Jimmy’s place. Probably because most of their friends still live in apartments, or their houses are too small to comfortably house over ten people for several hours on end. “I do have some new ornaments to show you-”

“You do!?” Fwhip’s head whips around in lighting speed, his eyes already shining with excitement. He walks back over to the living room, his eyes darting happily to the Christmas tree and the rest of the decorations set up.

“Yeah, c’mere!” Jimmy smiles, leading his partner over to the ornament box, which the cats had disturbed at some point. But thankfully they hadn’t broken anything, new or old. The two of them sit down next to each other, and begin hanging up the ornaments until dinner time. Fwhip makes happy sounds whenever he spots a new one, and excitedly places the new ornament onto the tree’s branches every time.

It’s a fun night, even if Jimmy didn’t get his kiss under the mistletoe. But he supposes he’ll just have to place a few more of the fake plants around tomorrow to ensure it. Surely his partner can’t miss them a second time. Surely.

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By the time the Christmas party rolls around, there is mistletoe under every single door frame in the house. Jimmy’s boyfriend has still not gotten the hint, and all of their friends are surely laughing at him by now. Not surely laughing, he knows they're laughing. Because Sausage had just taken twenty minutes to make fun of them for it, and had almost gotten kicked out into the snow as a result. But it’s Christmas, so he was allowed to stay, because Jimmy was feeling all nice and festive or whatever.

“Why is he so oblivious?” Jimmy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. Beside him, Joel and Gem cackle at his misfortune. Which was rather rude of them, to laugh at a poor man's suffering. The day before Christmas Eve, no less.

“He was always like this, don't worry.” Gen reassures him once she was done laughing, giving the blonde a few comforting pats on the shoulder. He just hands his head, taking a bite from one of the cookies they’d made for the party.

“I think you should place more mistletoe.” Joel supplies helpfully, taking another sip of his eggnog. Eggnog Jimmy had made sure wasn't spiked this year, still remembering how horribly that had gone the last time. (Three people passing out from alcohol level horrible, because somehow no one had realized it was spiked till halfway through the party. Terrible way to spend Christmas, by the way.)

“Thanks Joel. Maybe I'll cover the whole house in it.” Jimmy snorts, taking another swig as well. He’s starting to wish that the drinks were spiked, just so he could get drunk and not think about his current misfortunes. Though there was no way the blonde would get a kiss under the mistletoe then, so he supposed it’s a good thing nothing was truly spiked.

“At least he'd notice that.” Gem says. Since all three of them are next to the snack table, she reaches around both of them to grab a cookie for herself. Joel decides to take one as well, and the blonde is glad that Fwhip is so good at baking. He couldn’t have made cookies this addicting, considering the party had only started an hour ago and almost all the cookies had disappeared.

“I’m starting to doubt he would, actually.” Jimmy snorts, his tone a bit sarcastic. Joel giggles at that, and almost chokes on his snack in the process. The blonde laughs, hiding it unsuccessfully behind his own bites of food, while Gem firmly pats their friends back.

The party continues after that small interaction, Jimmy staying noticeably close to his boyfriend the whole time. Fwhip probably just assumes he’s being clingy, which isn’t very out of the ordinary for him. The others all know what he’s up to, winking and giggling at them everytime they pass under a doorway. Fwhip seems to not notice that either, and the blonde has never wanted to scream more in his life.

After another forty minutes of no progress being made, several doorways being walked through, and too many jokes to count being thrown at their expenses, it becomes clear that the situation is not likely to change. The blonde knows, trailing after his partner into the kitchen again, that he’ll probably have to accept it as fact. That his boyfriend is just stupidly unobservant sometimes, despite, like, his whole personality indicating the opposite.

Jimmy sighs, and decides he’ll probably have to do this himself. And he does so by cornering Fwhip into the kitchen doorway. An action that may be too spicy for a Christmas party, especially when they're not drinking, but it’s the only thing he can think of doing. He just hopes everyone has decided to politely avert their eyes for a few minutes, if any guests are around right now.

“Why so intense all of a sudden?” Fwhip asks, looking up at him. “Not that I mind.” He adds after a moment, a familiar little smirk working its way onto his face. The ginger is pressed nicely against the doorframe, pinned there by Jimmy’s hand next to his head; which is quite a nice sight, the blonde has to admit. But again, not the time or place for any of that.

“Look up, you idiot.” Jimmy says, holding back an amused huff. Fwhip does as he is told, blue eyes flicking upward. His gaze widens when he catches sight of the mistletoe, and Jimmy would pay so much money to know what's running through his head right now.

“Oh.” He says, sounding surprised by the fake plant hanging above them. He also sounds a little dumbfounded as well, funnily enough. “Has that been there the whole time?”

“It's been there the whole month , baby.” Jimmy can’t help but giggle in response, bumping their foreheads together briefly. He’s still baffled by the whole ordeal, and will probably be for the rest of time. How someone doesn’t notice multiple pieces of mistletoe hanging for a month is beyond him, but it’s what makes his partner so endearing he supposes.

“It has!?” Fwhip exclaims, glancing between his boyfriend and the fake plant rapidly. Shock coats his expression, and the blonde tries his hardest to fight back a whole fit of giggles; finding new amusement in the situation.

“ Yes! I've been trying to have a moment with you all month!” Jimmy says, not hiding his giggles this time. His laughter is a little contagious, because his boyfriend mirrors it for a moment. Only a moment through, because he is mostly embarrassed about all this. The silly sausage.

“Shoot! And I didn't notice it!?” The ginger exclaims again, and Jimmy is sure he would be hiding his face in his hands. If he wasn’t pressed to a wall, of course. Fwhip’s face has turned a nice shade of red, one not from the cold this time, and rather a few other things. He hopes their proximity is one of them.

Jimmy moves their faces closer, unable to stop the sly (and maybe slightly satisfied) grin that starts to stretch along his features. “Well, you can make up for it by kissing me.”

“Deal.” Fwhip smirks, and leans in the rest of the way. Jimmy smiles, the distance between them being swiftly closed and their lips connecting. He thinks it tastes sweeter, now that he’s had to wait so long for this. He can feel Fwhip smile into the kiss as well, and he cups his partner's cheek in his hand. The blonde leans into the touch, and smiles even wider when they do have to break apart after a minute.

“There ya go.” Fwhip says, bumping their noses together affectionately. “Sorry this took so long.” He apologizes, sounding far too sincere for something that is ultimately inconsequential. The blonde is sure this will be a funny party to tell at next year's party, after all.

“It’s okay.” He reassures, peppering a few kisses to his partner’s face, aiming to get all of his freckles in the process. Even if that is a little impossible right now. “Merry Christmas, I guess.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas.” Fwhip smiles, and Jimmy stops pinning him to the doorframe. His partner leans against him as soon as they are in the next room over, letting out an embarrassed laugh into his shoulder. It seems he’s still pretty mortified by his record breaking obliviousness, and will probably be the rest of the night. Especially when he sees the multiple other fake plants hanging from the ceiling…

“You have to take down the mistletoe.” Jimmy says, once Fwhip’s head is removed from his shoulder. Smiles still stick to both their faces, and one of them gently slips their hand into the others, intending to lead them around the party as they rejoin their friends.

“That’s fair.” Fwhip hums, the both of them walking back towards the living room. Jimmy grabs both of them a cookie on their way out, and hands one to his boyfriend. The ginger mumbles his thanks, eyes litting up at the treat. It’s his favorite flavor, and he bites into it enthusiastically. The blonde takes a bite of his own snack, feeling himself grow even more fond of this guy. If that was even possible.

They separate for a little while after that, fwhip going to excitedly mingle with Pearl and Katherine. Meanwhile, Lizzie slides up next to Jimmy from nowhere, fixing her younger brother with quite the teasing look. The blonde holds back a lighthearted groan, knowing exactly what’s about to go down.

“Soo, did he finally notice?” Lizzie asks, lightly nudging him in the side. Her tone sparkles with mischief, and Jimmy makes an amused huff at her antics. Truly, what would he do without her making fun of his love life twenty four seven.

“No, I had to make him.” Jimmy responds, finishing his second cookie of the night.

“Well, at least you got your moment!” His sister pats him on the shoulder, holding back her own giggles as she does so. The blonde just rolls his eyes, and lightly shoves her away.

“Yeah, yeah.” He huffs, Lizzie giggling even harder. Jimmy’s now the one blushing in embarrassment, though not as much as Fwhip had been before. His sister leaves him, laughing even more, and she goes towards where Joel is standing. Likely to tell him about the oh so great news she’s just heard; and to embarrass her brother further. Because what else were big sisters for?

A little while later, he and Fwhip end up under the same doorway again, maybe a bit on purpose. His partner giggles, and leans in for the second kiss of the night. The mistletoe is still there after all, and probably will be for a few more days. This kiss is sweeter than the first one, tasting like the sweet’s they’d eaten just moments before. The couple pull away from each other with even more giggles for that night, and rejoin the rest of the group for what will probably be the last time. The party will be coming to an end soon, after all.

Unfortunately, people had decided to not avert their eyes this time. When they're done having their moments, a few whoops and cheers follow. Fwhip turns red with embarrassment again, more playful comments about his unawareness being made for what has to be the thousandth time that night. Yep, this is definitely something they’ll all be laughing about next year. Jimmy can feel it in his bones.

“Finally!” Sausage says as he walks over to the couple, throwing an arm around both of their shoulders. “I thought you would never take the hint!” He teases Fwhip again, giving his good friend a playfully nudge. While his boyfriend makes another sheepish noise, the blonde notices how their friend slurs and nearly leans against them for support.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, eyeing Sausage suspiciously. As if on cue, the other man hiccups a handful of times. Fwhip exchanges a look with him, one that looks tired. It seems his efforts to not spike anything had been futile in the end.

“Maybe~” Sausage slurs, his head falling lazily to the side a bit. Now that the blonde focuses, he can smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from their friend. Yep, he’s definitely a little wasted. Considering he’d probably been doing shots all night or something similar.

“Oh he’s definitely drunk.” Fwhip sighs, taking all of his friends' weight on his side; instead of the two of them sharing it. The trio slowly inches their way towards the kitchen, both party hosts already having the same idea. To sober this idiot up. And anyone else who might be a little intoxicated as well.

“ How!? I made sure there was no alcohol!” Jimmy exclaimed, feeling his hands be thrown up in the air. Damn, he’d worked so hard on that too, and some sneaky fella had still gotten the booze past him. All this meant is that he would have to try harder next year, naturally.

“I’m guessing someone snuck it in.” Fwhip sighed, further leading their drunken friend closer to the kitchen. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring them, enthused with one of the party games they’d yet to do; which made Jimmy feel a lot better about slipping away unnoticed.

“I’ll never tell!” Sausage says, giggling again. Yep, he was wasted. More than a little actually. Definitely not sober enough to get home on his own, that's for sure.

“When I find out who did this they are soo dead!” Jimmy says, giving the brunette a lighthearted nudge. He wasn;t truly upset about the alcohol, just a little annoyed by it. He’s more annoyed with Sausage knowingly getting himself wasted, especially after the disaster of last year's party.

“I’ll get some water for him.” Fwhip says, giving him a light smile. Jimmy had never been more thankful for a man in his life, because he does not have the patience for this drunk guy right now. “I think he drove himself here, so he kinda needs to be sober to leave.”

Sausage makes a whine of protest, which honestly sounds a little pathetic. In the blonde’s humble opinion. “Why can’t I stay the night!?” “Because you did last year. This isn’t becoming a pattern.” Fwhip snorts, and rolls his eyes. They normally didn’t mind having people over, but Christmas was different. That was either their holiday, or one they tried to spend with family. And Jimmy quite missed seeing his mum.

“Or am i gonna interrupt you two-”

“Off to the kitchen with you lot! Goodbye now!” Jimmy shoves the two towards the kitchen rather harshly, both men stumbling as he does so. He can feel that his cheeks are a little red, understanding the er… meaning of his friends' words. Both Fwhip and their drunken visitor laugh as they disappear into the kitchen, the latter hopefully being properly sobered up in the process.

Slowly but surely Sausage, and any other drunk guests they had, are sobered up. By the time that happens, it is nearing midnight. Everyone is equally exhausted, though some are still riding the high of a rather fun Christmas party. The few being Oli, Pearl, and unsurprisingly, Sausage. But even the liveliest of guests are sent home, and the hosting couple is finally ready to retire for the night; only after a brief cleaning session of course. They wouldn’t want the pets to get into anything they shouldn't, even if all four of them seem to be as tired as their owners are.

Him and Fwhip end the night in the doorway, waving the last of their guests goodbye. The blonde remembers the last time they had been like this, on his first failed mistletoe attempt. He hums, and gets a little idea. It is only fair if his partner knows how vailant his efforts had been, after all.

“There's one under every door frame, ya know.” Jimmy notes as casually as he can, glancing upwards. The snow had stopped being an issue a few hours ago, thankfully, and the only thing affecting them as they talked was the chill of the outside.. His partner seems surprised, and follows his gaze up to the doorframe above them.

“Oh my god.” Fwhip groans, briefly burying his face in his hands. The tips of his ears turn red with what has to be even more embarrassment, and the blonde holds back an amused sound at the sight. “I'm stupid.”

“We'll just have to kiss whenever we leave a room then, to further make up for your obliviousness.” The blonde says, pulling his boyfriend closer. He fully intends to take what he is owed, since they are still in the doorway. And if he didn’t get it now, he would just add another kiss onto the tally for later. His partner wasn’t getting out of this one easy, not at all.

“I think I can do that.” Fwhip smiles, and leans in again. Jimmy returns the smile, and takes what is the third of many kisses to come over the next twenty four hours. All of them done sweetly under door frames, and finished with fond giggles and loving looks as the mistletoe is finally put away the next morning.

He wouldn’t spend Christmas any other way.

#Sorry for so much fwhimmy posting erm #Yk how it be #jimmy solidarity #ron.fic #fwhip #fwhimmy #empireshipping #Mistletoe by Justin beiber played in my head whenever I saw this title...

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Black Dog’s Catch

Probably the last fic I’ll post here for a long, long while, but I had to finish it at some point. My entry for @inkyquince‘s Omega Hunt Event.

Black Dog (monster person, of course)/GN Omega Reader.

Warnings for: Noncon, knotting, omegaverse, dog/wolf person, mentions of breeding/pups, creampies, a dash of angst.

The forest had been uneasy for the last few weeks. Humans had been plaguing the land, clearing all of the animals they could find. The pack was starving. Not only were their food sources draining, but leaving the den to hunt was becoming dangerous. These humans and their strange weapons were determined to keep them away from living as wolves should. This wolf knew how to avoid these humans, though. Unlike his sibling, his larger, more aggressive alpha, this wolf knew how to stay low and unseen. His time in confinement had ingrained a need within him to learn how to never return to the hands of those poking and prodding beings, causing him to learn how to sneak around them.

Before his capture, he had been more daring than his packmates when it came to entering human dwellings, as it was all he really knew. They had easy food hidden away, the only competition for it being cats and foxes - creatures he could easily fight off. His siblings were more likely to put up a fight for the tiniest scrap. Most humans did not care for the food disappearing, unless you caused a mess. He never caused a mess. Unfortunately, he was spotted too many times by fearful people. They would scream, and he would run, but he couldn’t run when a human in dark blue came and put something around his neck. That one human alone didn’t subdue him, no, but it’s many friends did. That’s when he was taken to that horrible dwelling. Where he was hurt over and over for defending himself. He thought humans were truly the most disgusting things to ever exist, and they were, until that one. That pretty one, who (despite not having wolf ears or a tail) captured his attention. First due to their scent, and then due to their gentle, nurturing manner.

They’d been the one to free him. They’d run off together, into the night, but his fear had caused him to run faster and lose them. He still felt the guilt around that loss. What if they’d been captured in his place? What if they needed his protection? His heart wanted him to howl in grief. He wanted more than nothing else than to yell and yell at the loss of a being that truly saw him for what he was. He didn’t understand all of the words they’d speak to him from the other side of the place he was kept, but he understood the emotions behind the tones.

Being with the pack was both a blessing and a curse. Especially with his skill set. His pack was relying on him to bring back food, no matter how little. The pups need milk, their mothers need food, his alpha needs their strength. But he wasn’t seen by them like he was his human. He couldn’t howl with them. He couldn’t play with the pups without fear of hurting them. He couldn’t… relax. He might have been able to with them. He wished he’d had the chance to find out.

His feet were quiet as he padded through the underbrush. His nose twitched, scenting for anything edible. But the fur on his body stood on edge, reflecting the unease he felt. The forest was even weirder than usual today. The scent of humans was overbearing, a great mass gathering near the barrier between wilderness and the strange hollow great rocks the humans lived in. Humans were odd in that they had different versions. Wolves didn’t give these differences names, but they could smell them. The meeker ones had calming scents, the more threatening ones scents that told of their danger. But most were just… regular humans. Weak compared to wolves. And oh, hey. That damn hunter was around, too. They were far away, waiting in a clearing. The wolf shuddered at the thought of that damn hunter breeding. More enemies for the pack.

The wolf could tell that this gathering had a focus of the meeker and stronger ones. Regular ones were there, yes, but the rare humans had congregated. He’d heard of this from his own parents. Sometimes the humans would have a mating season involving rituals that were quite animalistic. Chasing, fighting, rutting in the dirt. This was why they’d been clearing the forest, he realised. They didn’t want to be targeted by animals while they were vulnerable.

Selfish, he thought as he followed a rabbit’s trail. Humans had their own spaces. No need to take more. Greed was the key component of the always-upright, though. Perhaps it was their nature. Could he judge them for that nature?

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang, far away. The scents of the meek began to spread out, running into the forest. It has begun, the humans will be running wild until dawn. It would be dangerous to hunt tonight. The stronger ones would fight to the death to get at their little mates, no matter the competition. The wolf was still recovering from his time in captivity, he was not sure if he could win that fight.

With a reluctant sigh, he turned and began to head back. Until the scents spread out enough for him to tell the differences between them. One of them stood out more than the others. It was familiar. Comforting. It was his human. And they’re scared. His mind returns once more to his capture. His human feared the others a lot. Especially when they touched them. He’d wanted to kill those touchy people. How dare they make the only good one fearful.

Frozen on the spot, the wolf looked back and forth. One way to home. One way to his human. One way to safety. Another to certain danger. One way to alienation. The other to the one who accepted him. It was a quick choice to make.

Breathing in deeply, he took off running. He could bring them back to his pack. His alpha had done that with another human. He could bring them to a world where they’d feel safe, just like how they had freed him. He could… he could have a friend. He’d always wanted a friend. He’d just always been too quiet and shy to try and make any.

Humans can’t hunt like wolves can. The strong ones giving chase had a disadvantage, even if the meek ones were obviously in heat, leaving a scent trail behind them - but they couldn’t see like he could in the dark. Broken twigs, ripped plants, footprints in the dirt. The wolf knew all of these signs, could read them as a second nature. The full moon was bright enough that it took less focus than usual, but the lack of his pack’s howls filling the night sky made his heart heavy. Once this human ritual was over, the humans should leave them all alone once more. Apart from that damn hunter. They’d be here until someone gets lucky enough to tear their throat out.

Despite his excitement, the chase feeding into his predatory nature, the wolf was scared. His human could be mad. Mad that he left them, mad over whatever happened afterwards. They could be scared that he’d attack them due to their heat. But he’d never mated before. Not even when really desperate wolves came to him. He knew better. His alpha would not like for him to breed - it would make competition. His human would be safe, if only they’d be able to realise that.

He was getting closer. With every step his excitement and fear grew, the emotions giving him energy that pumped his limbs harder and faster. The calming scent got stronger, becoming more enticing. Even with the growing arousal causing his knot to unsheathe, his mind was clear. He would not hurt his human. He was saving them.

Your body ached and stung. The trees had scratched at your skin, the rocks and debris on the floor digging into the soles of your feet. Running was difficult, your body already pained and drained by the heat wracking you. In that cage they’d kept you in, you’d been shivering and sweating like you were simultaneously freezing to death and boiling under a desert sun. It was worse now, the sheer mental effort to force yourself to go on and on draining everything. It was only a matter of time before an alpha would get too close and your instincts would force you to collapse and be bred. It was the only thing that would rid you of the twisting pain in your gut.

For now, all you could smell was the relaxing odours of the forest - and your own slick dripping down your legs. The aim was to find a river or lake, to dive in and disrupt the treasure map you were leaving behind for anyone to follow. The cold water would help with the heat fever, too, as well as giving a chance to drink and relax. The ultimate goal was the great lake. You could swim out. It was dangerous - a gamble over whether or not your cramps would cause you to drown or if the cool water would soothe you enough to keep you safe in the chill until the sun rose. But it was your only choice. You couldn’t fight, you couldn’t hide (not on land). You could only run.

Something new getting close causes your heart to jump. It isn’t human, you could smell that, but that doesn’t make you safe. Humans go missing in these woods. Animals - they eat people when they’re desperate. No matter how human some of said animals may look. A whimper escapes your lips - no point staying quiet. If it was this close, it knew you were there. And it’s gaining. It’s quicker than you, much quicker. And its scent spells danger.

But you can smell water. It's close, so so close! If you can just run faster, if you can hold on for just a few seconds more you can make it. You can dive in! Your legs aren’t listening. You’ve been running for so long in this state now that the aches are becoming amplified, the stabbing in your gut stealing the breath from your lungs. The pain twists and pinches all around your diaphragm.

It’s too much. Your body gives in, collapsing to the dirt-floor of the forest after a wave of heat sends your head spiralling. Your follower creeps closer, barely a foot away as you groan in pain and writhe on the floor. A single large hand grasps your thigh, much cooler than your own skin, its partner scooping around your back. The ground disappears below you as quickly as it came to you in the first place. Who or whatever caught you doesn't want to take you here, it seems. Not that you’d have a say in it either way.

He can do it. He knows he can ignore it, he’s done this before plenty of times with female wolves in heat. So why is it so different with his human? The wolf’s back aches as he carries his friend, the poor creature not used to being upright - much less carrying someone in his arms. Worse, however, is his leaking knot, hanging out of its sheath and swaying as he walks. It’s so sensitive, each time it hits his thighs he wants to snarl out. It needs taken care of, desperately, but his human’s safety comes first.

He trips up, mind clouded so much by the cloying scent of his human that he stops paying attention to where he is going. Instinctively, he rolls with them in his arms, ensuring that he’s the one to hit the floor rather than them. It causes the wolf and his human to become a tangling of limbs, their thigh pressing against his knot and making him whimper. They’re also making sounds, pathetic little ones that entice him to do anything whatsoever to make the cause of them go away.

The male beneath you smells lovely. That’s all you can say for now. He smells lovely, his body feels strong, something large and hard is right between his legs and it should be inside of you rather than pressed against your thigh. It feels like pulling teeth to force your body to move. But you do it. You let your needs lead your movements, the previous fear around being claimed completely lost. Because this mind isn’t really your own. It’s the most animalistic part of you that you keep locked away most of the time. It wouldn’t be appropriate for an omega to go around, rubbing against people and begging for knots 24/7. But just once a year you can do it with no consequences.

The wolf doesn’t know what to do when his human grinds against him. It feels amazing, the slickness of their skin so inviting. He could just move to the side a little, slip it in. Breed them, knot them, bite up their neck like he’s seen other humans do while out in the woods.

Would it be fair, though? Do meek human’s know what they’re doing like wolf females do? It’s still not safe here, too, any of the strong ones could come and try to take you at any moment.

He doesn’t get more time to think. You writhe a little more, causing the tip of his knot to slip inside. His hips move before he can stop them, pushing forwards and plunging himself as deeply inside as he can manage. His human’s lovely voice sings out, your head against his chest. So, so small compared to him. His ears flicker, the fur of his tail bustling with excitement. He’s never done this before. He’s never known that this is how it feels.

The slick, warm walls sucking him in, pulsing a little with need, encouraging him to go ahead, get deeper, pump himself dry. The whimpering coming from his human’s mouth, their drool also falling onto his chest and getting the fur there wet. And the scent. The scent he was so stupid to think he’d ever be able to resist.

It feels so good to finally feel so full. Not enough, not by far, but better than the aching emptiness that had been there before. Your hips rock, backwards and forwards, a messy rhythm you try just to find an ounce of levity from the needing. This alpha, whoever he is, is perfect. His skin just feels so cool and nice to lay on. His scent brings comfort, even if they seem hyper with excitement. And his perfect cock fills you up to the brim. Somehow, a knot will fit in. It has to fit, you still need it. You can feel the slightest little bump at the base every time he pulls out, but it’s small for now.

He finds it cute how you keep trying to grind against him. You’re obviously too weak to do it properly, so he does it for you. But his heart sings at your pawing little hands kneading into his belly. He’s never felt so wanted. Even before, even when you took care of him whilst captured, his human had never seemed to need him like he’d needed them. You do now.

His abdomen hurts the longer he thrusts up into your pliant little body, your weight on top of his causing more fatigue than he would have felt if he’d just mounted you from behind. So he switches, pulls out while gritting his sharp teeth together because it seems unforgivable to leave you like that for even a second.

He keeps you on your tummy, your head resting on his forearm as he lowers himself down over the back of you. It feels different with the new angle, maybe better than before. He can’t tell quite yet, but if it does feel better then he’ll finally understand his pack mates for mating like this.

Much easier to move this way, that’s for sure. He can go quicker and quicker, he can enjoy the feeling of your teeth digging into his forearm as you scream out for more. Or, what he hopes is you screaming for more. Stupid human languages, too many words, not enough body language in his opinion. He can read your body just fine - and it wants more.

A twig snapping makes the wolf freeze. A snarl rises from his lips, his body lowering further to cover your own from whichever intruder dares to try to take you from him. He only relaxes again when he sees that it’s a badger dragging a vole into its burrow. None of the strong or meek humans have found the two of you yet. In fact, they all seem to be a while away. Many of the scents linger together, signalling that plenty of the meek had been caught and bred.

You weren’t caught, he thinks as his body picks up the lost momentum. You were rescued - just as you had saved him before. Only this time, neither of you is leaving without the other.

Your head feels empty. The only thing you can process is the swelling knot pulling at your hole, how it stretches you out more and forces the rest of the cock deeper till your insides can’t stretch any further. It catches more often now, your breath hitching each time and your sore throat able to whisper out the softest pleads for it to stick. You’ve been screaming so loud that it hurts to be any louder.

You get your request soon enough. The wolf can’t resist clamping his jaws down onto your shoulder as he howls with lust. Pleasure shoots up his knot as he finishes inside. Something about the sensation of him filling you up triggers your own orgasm.

He doesn’t think that he’s ever been happier. You’re not mad at him for leaving you, evidently, otherwise you wouldn’t have let him claim you like this. But should he take you back to the pack? Will the alpha accept you, even though he’s a half-dog mutt and you’re not their mate? He hopes so. The protection of a pack is needed when pups might happen - and you just might have his pups now.

Slowly, the world comes back into focus for you. First it’s the recognition of grass below your body. Then the scent of it fills your nose instead of the overwhelming one of that male. Then your eyes find the will to focus again, the bottoms of trees ahead and to your right, while to your left a mass of black hair. But then you see the ears. Not human, not at all. Long, pointed, furry. Wolf-like ears.

Your heat hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s only a matter of time before the pain picks up again, but with seed coating your inside you’re afforded the next few minutes of clarity.

It breaks your heart to see who your mate is. When you finally collect yourself enough to remember the scent, to remember those soft ears that you had only once been able to scratch. That sad, mad, lonely black dog man that had been in the pound. The one you’d spent so long trying to tame. You’d never been able to, not really. You knew no one would be able to, so you’d let him out. That’s what had gotten you here in the first place. Bailey was going to let you off the hunt this year. You’d been really good at helping around and paying up, so losing you was worth less than keeping you around. But causing issues between the caretaker and the dog pound had ended that safety, hadn’t it?

The poor Black Dog whimpers in need, a clawed hand brushing your matted hair from your face before he nuzzles your cheek and gives it a lick. He hasn’t halted his hips, not even after he came, still gently gyrating and making the most of this it seems.

You can’t really hate him for it. He looks like a human - minus the ears and the tail - but he doesn’t fully understand how it is for your species. He doesn’t know that your heats are different from a wolf’s.

He doesn’t know you want to cry from having been caught and claimed - much less by a creature who you can’t even fully communicate with. All he can do is what he thinks is right - to keep mating. And you're just too weak to stop him.

#degrees of lewdity #black dog the mutt #'nw grapefruit'#'nw omegaverse'#'nw monster people'#gender neutral reader #'nw breeding'

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 1 year

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TWISTED WONDERLAND DORMS: Axis and Allies Edition

A cloaked figure hesitantly walked toward the mirror. His eyes froze on his own reflection and rows of similarly cloaked figures behind him.

Mere steps away, he stopped and leaned forward. Confused about why he was forced to stand before the great panel of glass when green smoke rose from the duplicate’s robe. Eyes widening the man stood bone straight and jumped back to peer at his arms.

He was shocked and relieved to discover that he was unharmed, but was confused once more when a thick, accented voice spoke. “State thy name.”

Flashing his eyes to the mirror once more, the Nation was shocked to see that his reflection was no more. Instead, was a mask, bathed in the toxic light that must have risen from the green smoke.

“State thy name.”

When he didn’t respond, it called a third time. This time, he grinned maliciously.

“My name is…”

Heartslabyul: The Queen of Heart’s Strictness

Italy: A desire for loyalty means rules. Though Luciano fits into Heartslabyul by the creation of his own set of ridiculously, horrifying rules. Each new one he would create would be inspired by the Queen’s own madness. Especially since each break meant that someone’s head would be gone.

Luciano would work his way to becoming the Perfect, doesn’t matter who he must stab. He will become the Queen and take Heartslabyul from just a bunch of rule followers to those that create them.

Japan: A man of honor follows the rules set before him, even if they are most unconventional. Kurai would be as Riddle is, strict with every rule, but unlike the rose-red tyrant, he may murmur about the madness of some of the rules.

Kurai wouldn’t mind being Perfect, but the number of rules that would require him to uphold turned him off from it. He would rather take over another dorm and rule from there. One dorm seems like it could use some order that he is more than happy to give. Whether the wild residents want it or not.

Savanaclaw: The King of the Beasts’ Spirit of Persistence

Canada: Matt’s persistence in getting what he wants perfectly fits him into Savanaclaw. Just like Leona’s willingness to cheat and turn a stadium full of people to sand to win the Spelldrive Tournament, Matt isn’t afraid to do the same if pushed too far.

During his time in the dorm, Matt will enjoy the sparing with the various beastmen. Their antagonistic natures and strive for being the top dog make his days much more fun. Along the way, Matt may decide that he has had enough of going unnoticed in the middle and decides he may need to fight the Perfect for their spot.

Germany: Luther would spend his time napping like a fat cat in the sun while at Savanaclaw. He’ll do the bare minimum with his classes before doing a study binge before each test. This way he can avoid being punished by the various teachers. Especially Coach Vargas, which he often mocks under his breath due to it also being Luciano’s last name and his loud nature.

The idea of being Perfect doesn’t appeal to him. So, Luther would instead slink around the dorm listening in on secrets and blackmailing students to do his part of maintaining the dorm. He wouldn’t be in a rush to get home, instead enjoying the lack of international responsibility.

Octavinelle: The Sea Witch’s Spirit of Benevolence

Spain: Benevolence isn’t a word many would use to describe Armando, but he does fit in. Especially when you compare him to the tweels. Both Armando and the twins are all too happy to wring someone dry of all their unpaid debts. Though, if the current Perfect isn’t careful Armando may just stage a mutiny.

England: There is no better dorm for Oliver than this. Just as Azul and Ursula can use their magic to create frightfully appealing deals, so can this Brit. With gentle words and feigned interest in the plights of his victims, Oliver will be able to line up enough contracts that he may just swindle his way into becoming the Perfect.

His ability to cook also helps set him apart from the rest. The Monstro lounge will become full of students foaming at the mouth for a simple cupcake. All the while is unaware of what he is using it to test. Hopefully, these poor unfortunate souls don’t fall too far.

Scarabia: The Sorcerer of the Sands’ Spirit of Mindfulness

Russia: Viktor’s sense of mind is what aligns him well with the Scarabia dorm. He is cunning and quick to turn any dark tale in his favor. But, he does stand out from the rest of the dorm. His serious attitude pits him against the high-time party of the dorm. He would have been the one to suggest whipping the dorm into shape after their many scholarly and athletic failures during the year.

Though when Jamil goes down, Viktor escapes unscathed. Ready to create a new plan to put himself on top.

Most of his days there will involve excelling in all classes and competitions while looking for ways to get home. Unlike some of the others, he is more anxious to get back to his duties. After all, who knows what one’s boss may do when left alone?

Pomefiore: The Fairest Queen’s Spirit of Tenacity

Romano: Cruella is as Cruella does and Fabrizio is no different. With a flair for poisons and a fit for fashion, this man plans on ruling Pomefiore. Just as the tenacious Queen Grimhilde, Fabrizio will keep being determined to rule this fabulous dorm.

Most of his days will be spent learning the fashion of the different lands and creating a catalog of designs to create once he is home. Using his suave nature, his minions will have study guides and highlighted books ready for him to study.

Fabrizio won’t care about being Perfect, all he wants to be is the King of the school. After all, what is better than being the fairest of them all?

Austria: Jonathan seems like an odd one out. He is loud and rude, nothing about him seems refined. He is one of the most tenacious ones on this list. His desire for attention and for creating the best music about himself puts him in the spotlight. Whenever it is threatened, Jon won’t hesitate to curse or break something to get it back.

Jon will quickly gain a reputation that would be a weird mix of Rook’s and Floyd’s. In simpler terms, everyone is going to run from him. He may make some forced friends and happily present his songs to them, but when his back is turned, they take off running. He would also spend a lot of time in detention due to his narcissistic behaviors. Hopefully, the school will survive his temper tantrums.

China: Jin’s wasn’t the happiest when he first was placed in the prissier dorm. After all, he is created of drugs and the leader of many men, he doesn’t understand why he was placed among these weaklings. Until he discovers what the Queen was actually known for. Her spirit of tenacity and ability to create deadly concoctions speaks to his old soul.

Centuries of experience help Jin work his way close to the current Perfect. Once seated at a high rank, Jin uses all the available perks. Labs and hidden spell books are used with ease and used to help formulate a new concoction of drugs. Once he has enough new people under him, Jin may decide to take over. Or, he may just settle for using people to pull the strings from the shadows. After all, don’t the shadows know who the true ruler is?

Ignihyde: The King of the Underworld’s Spirit of Diligence

America: This bad boy may not be the most tech-savvy when it comes to computers but give him a car or bike of any kind and he’s tricked it out ten different ways. That and his similarities to Hades slide him well into Ignihyde.

Allen will enjoy his time there learning and fixing magic bikes. He may get in trouble with a few different professors due to the number of times he’s caught winning races but doesn’t care since he won the pot. When his peers become a little too cocky with him, he’ll shut them down with a quick fight. Happy to take the prideful down a couple of pegs.

He may even try to get the Perfect position through intimidation rather than a fight. After all their current one seems more content to escape than engage.

Diasomnia: The Thorn Fairy’s Spirit of Nobility

Prussia: The nobility of a knight is one that can never fully disappear. Even if it has been centuries since Wil has fully acted on it. The day he was placed into Diasomnia and met the Perfect Malleus, he was willing to pledge his life to the fae prince.

Since Wil is no longer a nation, he’s not in as much of a rush to return home. Especially since this world carries many of the elements that he has missed. If Malleus fully accepts him as a knight, then he will fulfill his duty to the highest degree. If not, then he will go about doing his schoolwork while finding ways to protect students from blot before eventually returning home.

France: François may not seem like a noble since he acts more like an old, alley cat, but you forget his past. This man once sat in the presence of royalty and knows how to hold him such as much. It’s just he expects the same, or more in return should he give it.

As a member of the dorm, François will slack in his classes and in events. Often seen smoking or reading in hidden areas of the dorm. When he does decide to speak with others it’s usually Lila and those two swap war stories. Through the stories, mutual respect is reached and once the door home is found, there is at least one that will miss the grumpy French man.

Ramshackle:

You: Just like the MC of Twisted Wonderland, you somehow appeared with your favorite nation. Though somehow, he had a knack for magic, you never knew that. Since you were so unlucky enough to end up there without magic, you got stuck in the dorm of uneducated therapists. Maybe Grim and the Grinning Ghosts can help you keep the crazy 2p in line while saving the students from Overblots. Hopefully you two can make it home. Or not.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #twisted wonderland #2p allies #2P axis #2P france #2P FACE #2p america #2p canada #2p england #2p russia #2p china #2P Italy #2p romano #2P Germany #2P Japan #2p austria #2P Prussia #2p spain

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whogavemoththerighttohyperfix · 2 years

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your fic’s awesome! you mentioned wanting HCs— could I have some Jane/Penny friendship with the other kids? 🌟

ID LOVE TOO!!

Penny is honest to god one of the most protective people in the friend group.

If Mischa is the mum friend, Constance is the Dad friend then penny is the bodyguard

Girl with throw you across the room with her pinky if you get to close to her friend than she likes.

She’s also like insanely strong, people think Mischa is the muscle and body of the friend group which he is to an extent but penny is in his level

Hold a grudge till she dies

They all do “I’ll knock you’ll talk” and every single time she gets stuck with the talking part

She dosent really mind though

The group had a competition on whether she was a cat or a dog person, she’s both

She has a Cat called Max and a dog called Katy, she thinks it’s funny that she switched the names

Only Noel, Mischa and Constance know how to drive but sometimes Penny will somehow get behind the wheel,

Every single one of them ended up huddling together and crying as Penny laughed like a madman

They regret it every time and say it will be the last time she goes behind athe wheel of a car in her life

She somehow does it again everytime

Made a bet that she could stay in the air using Rickys crutches for half an hour without wavering.

She stayed in the air for an hour, and won £50. She also couldn’t write for the next three days but it was worth it. She bought them all as much McDonald’s as they could eat

She can and will break into your house to cuddle

One time decked oceans dad in the face, he was high at the time so he dosent remember it but Penny says it still counts

Ok now onto general ones for each character

Mischa and penny get alone so we’ll man, she also practically lives with him. Mischa literally has a set up med specifically for her away from the one he has for the others

They’re both very cometative gamers and will curse out anyone in games no matter how much the others tell them to shut up.

One time when Mischa got into a fight with another student Penny ran up and put them into a choakhold until a teacher came and she gave him over with a smile

Mischa bought her ice cream as a thanks

If they go to the beach they always ended fake drowning eachother as in pulling eachother under the water until there both stopped and put on time out

Constance and penny are such a cute duo honest to god they’ll run around holding hands.

The both have a tendency to drag the other to look at what they want usually stuffeded animals or something though.

They’re an ungodly team at bowling, like if your up against them you better start praying for you life now cause you are getting beat 100%

Ricky and Penny were actually the first out of all of them to become friends, they were next door neighbours they had playdates even before nursery.

They practically read each other’s mind, all of them can speak with no words but then two especially, Ricky couldn’t talk and Penny didn’t like to so they can literally just stare talk

One time used Ricky’s crutches to beat up a kid who made fun of him for having to use them.

She also bought him cat and galaxy stickers for them to decorate his crutches with. He never took them off and let the others add to it

Ocean and her both basically have the same time tables at school, they spend basically every class together And the teachers hate them for it.

Ocean gives her math and English study plans and notes and Penny helps her out in PE

As in she will just pick ocean up when they’re doing a lap around the pitch because she will have an asthma attack and the PE teachers won’t let her use her in hailer

Going back to the HC that she decked Oceans dad, it was because the Choir saw him yelling at her and fuckin lunged at him.

He dosent remember a thing and she’s still kind of bitter that he dosent cayse she wants him to remember it

Noel and her get along so much better than people around them think, like Noel has a obsession with france Penny has an obsession with Italy

They both bond over it and plan to visit both country’s together. They’re saving up together

They are WLW and MLM friendship and both have beat up homophobes for the other

She also taught Noel how to fight! Cause she thought it would be fun

Noel: I don’t wanna do this

Penny: when I’m done with you, you’ll be able to choke a man to death with your thighs in heels

Noel: ok I’m in

Mischa: she can actually do that

Ocean: I know and I’m scared of Noel having that ability

Noel is literally a half decent fighter thanks to her, which is an amazing accomplishment cause man can’t do shit

#ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone penny #ride the cyclone Jane doe #rtc #rtc headcanons #rtc musical #jane doe #penny lamb #mischa bachinski #constance blackwood #ricky potts #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber

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Larger Than Life : New Rules

"Well I'm here to set some rules down, y'all have been here almost 2 weeks and have fought like cats and dogs this shit is fucking crazy y'all. So here's what it is"

"Is his name bow wow because thats the sound dogs make?" I ask to no one in particular, I am honestly amazed by this new information. "you know since he was brought up by snoop."

"can you stop?" Lisa hisses at me.

"What? I am amazed. but I am sorry." I apologize to him "go ahead."

"Thank you." he smiles at the table. "One, There's no more fighting that goes for everyone. One more fight and I don't care who started it y'all both will be sent home." Looks are exchanged around the table. "two, No more destruction to anyones property whether it's clothes, makeup, jewelry anything you will be sent home with a fine to the damages." More looks are exchanged, though everyone passes glances at Emma. "Three, No more smoking in the crib take that shit outside"

"Cigarettes or-" Ian starts but Bow Wow interuppts.

"Both! And lastly each person will be voting someone home every week."

"FINALLY!" Emma yells "I mean tell me we weren't all thinking it. This house could do with less skanks." She takes a deep sip of her wine.

"BUT back home your fans also get to decide who will be sent packing if both answers are different from fans and then both parties gonna have to duke it out in a challenge in order to stay in the house what kind of challenge you ask? Well that's something y'all just gonna have to wait for. Any questions?"

We all start talking about our opinions on the matter and finally someone asks “what happens when we call our lifeline. Are they up for elimination as well?”

“Yeah I need to know that too.” She looks around the table “just wait when I call mine.”

“Wait for what? Whoever it is can’t fight us.” Draven rolled her eyes taking a long swig of her drink.

"Continue please, Bow wow." Jennie smiles up at him and I refrain from kicking her.

“Big fan man.” Liam smiled at him and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah?" I laugh. "Name a song of his then."

Liam glares at me but Bow wow just shakes his head laughing. "To answer your question about call ins, if they choose to live here they will be safe from going home for the week. Also they can be called any anytime."

"Can we come back into the house if voted off?" Gigi asks.

"with enough fan votes, yes unless you break rules 1 & 2." he explains.

"Any more questions?" When no one else speaks up he smiles. "good now enjoy the dinner because on... what day is it?"

"Wednesday."

"Okay, well on Friday, you are going to remind the fans at home why you are here and why you're here. We are going to have a talent show complete with a stage."

"what about us?" Gigi asks "We're models - we don't sing or act."

"Well you models will have raw photoshoots. No photoshop- no editing. Just pure talent. Thats fair enough right? Or you can try singing or acting, playing an instrument... Let your creative juices flow! Remember the fans love authenticity so write your own songs if you can, or pick a scene that is close to the heart. Anyway." he looks at the clock. "I'll be back soon, enjoy your dinner."

~ ~ ~ ~

"Well cheers to that!" Naomi smiles happily holding up her drink. "that sounds fun! This is what we came here for, right? Cheers!" She clicks her drink with Makayla next to her.

While her optimism is appreciated, not everyone feels the same. Especially given the rest of the rules, that means we have to resolve our fighting more constructively and meaning we have to put up with these people until there's enough votes to vote them off.

While we ate, small conversations popped up about the talent show and cutting his meat, Louis looked at you giggling with Edward. "Arianna" he called out catching my attention as well. "What are you doing for a talent, since you can't fight anymore. Something tells me your not good at anything else."

"Spoken like a true fucking pussy." Edward laughs turning to face him. "As soon as they say we can't physically fight, you open your dick sucking mouth and talk shit. Where were you just 2 hours ago? Hiding in your room like a fucking bloody twat!"

"Hes only talking shit because he has his group to rely on." I shrug biting a piece of my pasta. "He can pass the talent show while just singing three lines in a four minute song. So he feels safe."

"What will you be doing for your talent?" Liam asks his jaw tightened. "I can't think for the life of me what your talent is... besides -" he smirks "I'm not going to say that when your brother is right here." I grip my fork hard in my hand. I see Robin tense from the corner of my eyes.

"Don't start, man." Namjoon shakes his head.

Liam shakes his head. "Of course not. I'm not sure what talent you have, sweetheart."

"Besides sucking dick." Louis finishes, a few people gasp. Everyones eyes fall on me and Zayn laughs. It pisses me off, Zayn teetering on the fence this whole time. He did tell me the truth but then again he sticks beside his band as though they can do no wrong. Neutral my ass.

Robins fists are clenched tight around his knife and I for a moment I am scared that hes going to stab Liam. Hes not that far from him. I place my hand on his arm, he releases the knife and it clatters on the plate. "I need a smoke." he mumbles "Are you.." he trails off its his way of asking if I'm okay or he needs to stay. I nod at him knowing if he stays then he'll get violent. He stands up and purposely taking the long way so he is not tempted to hit Liam on his way out.

"How would you know that Louis? Like honestly, how would you know? Even if I was was blind, starved and begging for it on a desert island you'd be the last thing I'd ever fuck. I'd rather get railed by every motherfucker here then even look at your decrepit fucking prick. Wow, your trying to shame me from having a healthy sex life with my ex partner ... what do I dress nice too? Is my hair to shiny?" I scoff. "I was the only true friend you fucking had outside of this. and I should have been done with your ass last year." Louis jaw clenched and he shook his head standing up "No baby boy, sit down, you wanna be funny? Then let me tell you all a real fucking funny story! Liam! Did you know the real reason Louis came home from tour early?"

"She's fucking mad." Louis shook his head, tapping Liam and the boys to just leave the table.

"Why? Because they don't know the fucking truth? That you didn't fly home, you flew to New York and begged, BEGGED on your fucking hands and knees for me to leave Liam for you."

"No I didn't." Louis said but he didn't look at me, instead he looked Liam. "She's making shit up."

I shrug "I feel so fucking bad for you, I really do. It must be so hard living your life as such a fucking snake. Its pathetic really and before you start denying, just because you deleted your snap doesn't mean i didn't save the messages." I lean back in my chair. "Now you can go. I'm finished speaking."

Liam eyes Louis, then shakes his head and walks out the dining room. Louis quickly follows followed by Zayn, Niall and then harry. The room is silent and Edward laughs.

"I knew I liked you." He waves his fork at me.

"Anyone else a little hard?" Ian asks and a few groans of disgust echo throughout the room. "What?"

"I need a cigarette." I sigh throwing down my napkin and moving to the backyard with Robin.

"We should do a team building excerscise." Naomi says after a few minutes. "To calm everyone down."

"like what?" Yugyeom asks.

"There's a lot of fit fuckers here." William smirks. "Would I be wrong for suggesting a game of strip poker? Or strip truth or dare?"

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jikoku-a · 1 year

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✿ / jun & judai

breathes in deep ....... you underestimate how much i adore this duo

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other

i love their friendship ..... truly brainrot over them ! i just adore the rivals to reluctant friends trope hehe, with judai being completely apathetic to jun's grumbling and groaning and just being happy to have a rival who constantly challenges him to get better (: they truly are the best adventure buddies and the fact that they can eventually both see ka too !!! they're sort of frenemies if only because i don't think jun would ever admit that he and judai are friends, and there's some baggage attached to their relationship on jun's side, but i think their friendship is tried and true either way. they're so goofy and ridiculous together that i just adore seeing them interact no matter what form it's in or what it's about.

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

i do really adore these two as a ship and i think they vibe romantically as they get to know each other ! judai's carefree nature and genuine acceptance of who jun is eventually forces him to grow as both a duelist and a person, and that sort of openness is what jun needs in a relationship imo. their dynamic is just a bunch of different applicable tropes that have me by the throat: cat and dog, red oni and blue oni, tiger vs dragon. i love them as a friendship and love them as boyfriends.

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

it's a little funny to say that they're enemies because judai just doesn't even see jun in that way, even when he's at his most intense ? at most they're rivals and fucked up little petty frenemies. i love the slice of life episodes like the duel festival one because even though they're constantly bickering, they're really just two idiot dorks who love this card game, and the more lighthearted settings in the anime let them just be normal students and highlight how petty their beef actually is at times. still, their rivalry is not only important to help both of them learn and grow, but i don't really think they'd be the same people without each other hehe c:

#floraesky #hc.#hehe this duo next

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heartshapedbubble · 2 years

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Hello! if u don't mind, can i request some hcs with Eli and William spending time with their sibling? (platonic ofc) ty <3

here you go anon! sorry for the long wait ToT

eli clark and william ellis spending time with their sibling hcs🦉🏈

eli clark🦉

loves bonding with you! not as energetic as william but he sure is enthusiastic

makes a small bucket list of things he wants to do with you when you're free

^most of the things on it include nature and relaxing outside ! however he's not opposed to watching a movie together or something

he would love if you wanted to go birdwatching with him, he doesn't want to ask you first though since he thinks it's generally seen as a boring hobby

as an older sibling (i really can't imagine him as the youngest one nfdbbf eventually the middle child), eli is more protective of you but in a loving way

prepared for absolutely everything when you two go out - snacks? checked. med kit? checked. extra clothes? checked

his eyesight is weird since he sees through brooke - he can see everything in third person and it feels odd so you two have a mini inside gimmick thing? where you can let him know if you're near him, like two taps on his shoulder or something so he knows it's you

has really vivid dreams and hes SUUUPER enthusiastic about them and tells you everything that happens in them

"and then the - you wouldn't believe it - giant spider fell down onto the floor and morphed into a whole new creature, and the environment changed too and i suddenly got turned into a mous-" "eli, i'm starting to think you do drugs before you go to sleep every night"

also quite passionate about astronomy so you two often spend your summer nights watching the night sky, especially during a meteor shower

he likes to knit in his free time and for your birthday he gifted you a similar scarf to his :)) finds it cute when you two match clothes and go outside

eli is a really good listener! no matter if it's you just venting or asking for advice from someone more experienced, he's always there for you

likes building snowmen during the winter!! he'll make a snowman resembling you

has insomnia and frequently wakes you up to ask you some question he thought of

"___, you awake?" "jeez eli of course i am when you woke me up, it's like 2am, what is it?" "do you think that dogs ever think of the colors they can't see??? like do they just live without knowing pink exists?" "go to sleep oh my god"

very ticklish. use that to your advantage whenever possible 😈😈

feeds stray animals frequently and would love if you accompanied him! during the winter he sets up those bird feeders and he often brings local stray cats and dogs food

william ellis🏈

super energetic big bro!!!! it's never boring when he's by your side

you two would definetly have a secret handshake hehe

obviously his favorite way of spending time with you is sports! they improve cooperativeness between people and are so much fun

even though he mostly plays football and rugby you two will often play basketball, tennis and other sports together

if you're too short to reach the hoop he's going to pick you up and hold you higher so you can shoot, he has been doing this since your childhood

really bad at table tennis though😭 actually more clumsy than bad

basically your bodyguard when you two go out, especially if he notices someone from your school or work mocking you, he's just going to give them a dirty look so they stay away from you

yk how usually older siblings are allowed to go out and the younger ones have to stay at home? well that's not happening with him - you're always tagging along and he's going to make sure you have a good time (and that you're safe, obviously)

likes taking you out to get food! shows you the best place to get whatever you're craving

in general he's often going outside and likes showing you various cool places he finds

you two had a secret hideout as kids and he's still visiting it frequently even though both of you are a bit too big for that🥲

pillow fights‼️ he's always extra careful since he's really strong and doesn't want to hit you too hard

you know his bunny onesie? he'll get you a similar one

when you were younger he'd let you hang off his arm and he's still working out actively just so you can keep doing it

he's the type of person to stand in front of your bedroom door like 🕴 and wait for you to wake up just so you two could play videogames or do something together (it scares you every time but he still does it hes a menace)

camping and outside sleepovers enthusiast!! even if it's just your backyard or a treehouse he still tries to make it extra entertaining - although he's not a big fan of scary stories

william cares for you lots and wants the time you two spend together be fun and enjoyable :)

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv scenarios #idv imagines #idv eli clark #idv eli #eli idv #identity v eli clark #idv seer #identity v seer #eli clark #idv william #idv forward #identity v william #identity v forward #william ellis

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

#jjk x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuji x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #poly #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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simplepotatofarmer · 3 years

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technoblade: a takedown - pt. 1

(not clickbait)

aka i go over every argument people make against c!techno one by one and determine whether they’re valid, false, or a mixture of both. i rewatched every single stream/video, including those on his alt channel, so i could approach this with the most information possible. i’ll be breaking this up into parts because there’s just too much otherwise. all about the characters unless stated.

techno believes in a ‘dog eat dog’ world - false

this is an argument i see used a lot when people discuss techno so i wanted to address it first. luckily, the stream in which he says this is only his fifth stream on the server. there’s one major reason why this argument falls apart and one minor reason that isn’t objective like the first.

first and most importantly: techno has never acted on this. even at the beginning - which is when this comment was made - he was helping his allies, from building railings to keep them from falling, making a potato farm, and all the gear he grinded for to equip his allies in pogtopia with. moving forward, he’s also helped out plenty of people: giving tommy a place to stay and items, telling phil to reach out to ranboo after doomsday, as well as giving both tommy and ranboo food when asked. there’s more, of course, but the point is he’s never once followed up on this statement. he teamed up with quackity to stop the egg. he spoke to niki about how he was giving anarchy a bad reputation because of the violence and wanted to take a different approach which he has.

when people use this argument to insist that techno is the villain, it doesn’t hold up because it’s merely taking one statement he made and upholding it as a main part of his character when his actions and later statements have shown that he doesn’t actually believe in this randian view point. objectively, i can’t see how this argument can extend beyond ‘well, he said it’. regardless of what he said during the pogtopia arc, he’s said the opposite later - wanting everyone to live free with no oppression or imperialism - and has never acted on it nor brought it up later. this take honestly seems disingenuous and was in fact the driving factor of this post.

second and not as critical, techno mentions multiple times during each of his first streams that he’s not sure who all is on his side. this is a reoccurring point for him. he makes the comment about wanting a dog eat dog world during the red festival stream, while speaking to bad and sam. the first part of the conversation is techno asking about state secrets since they’re (as far as techno knows) on manberg’s side. bad mentions schlatt killing cats and techno launches into a spiel about massive anarchy and the weak being huddled in fear, asking them how does that sound. bad says as long as there’s no cat murder, perhaps. bad then asks techno what his ‘single issue’ is and techno responds that he wants to destroy the government. to me, the context of the conversation, who he’s speaking to and what his opinion of those people is, is an important thing to consider.

techno’s ‘we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it’ comment means he was always going to betray pogtopia/l’manberg - valid but not how you think it is

i’ve seen people say that techno saying ‘we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it’ is a clear sign that he was always intending to betray pogtopia/l’manberg which, yeah?

but i wouldn’t call it a betrayal.

he says the ‘we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it’ line at the end of the ‘eve of revolution’ stream while he’s talking to quackity, ponk, and sam. the conversation is as follows:

techno, to quackity: i’m glad we could get to know each other. i heard you’re on our side now. i heard you betrayed schlatt.

quackity: yeah, that’s right. are you betraying anyone?

techno: no. i would never betray my personal ideals.

[some chatter from ponk and quackity]

sam: what does that mean? what if the people you’re fighting along [sic] have different ideals than you, though? doesn’t that mean you’d betray them?

techno: listen... we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.

then techno states that he ‘said what he said’ when sam questions him about his choice of metaphor.

he actually uses the same malaphor at the beginning of the ‘revolution’ stream when they (quackity and tubbo) question him again and in that case techno definitely avoids the subject which isn’t a good thing but considering everyone was so worked up about the possible traitor, i can completely understand.

overall, techno is extremely upfront about his intentions. yes, there is definitely some miscommunication between all the parties because none of them were on the same page but that doesn’t make techno the bad guy here nor does it mean he betrayed anyone. he was upfront about his intentions from the start.

in his first two streams, he makes a joke that if they happen to set up a new government/president that he would just take that one down and it would be a never-ending cycle. over and over, he says that he wants to do destroy the government/manberg. when tommy mentions taking it back, techno says, ‘what do you mean, take it back?’ though this kind of gets lost in the middle of everything else - dsmp (lack of) communication strikes again.

the takeaway that i see here a lot is that techno always intended to betray them because he knew tommy wanted to take back l’manberg and knew that he would go against them if they set up a new government. and this is true to an extent! he did know that tommy wanted l’manberg back and he did know that he would go against them if they set up a new government. but wilbur was also telling techno that he was on board with the whole anarchy thing.

none of them were on the same page and that surely led to a big chunk of what happened and hurt feelings on both sides but that doesn’t mean techno betrayed anyone or that he was the bad guy for doing exactly what he said he would do from day one.

techno destroying (l’)manberg was wrong - it’s complicated

the first thing to address here is that for most anarchists, destroying a government isn’t a bad thing. in fact, taking down the government/state is basically our goal. now, i don’t speak for all anarchists, of course, but overall the general feeling is that violence in the name of overthrowing an oppressive government is not inherently bad. there’s no way to do a one-for-one here because it’s minecraft but the general sentiment remains. so while violence enacted against the state is a bad thing for people who aren’t anarchists, techno has no reason to and would not view it as inherently bad.

but it did hurt people and techno himself acknowledges that fact. he’s acknowledged what he’s done when confronted about it. he hasn’t said he was wrong because understanding that it was hurtful doesn’t mean he believes he was wrong. to him, he wasn’t. destroying what he viewed as an oppressive system was the right thing to do, even if it hurt people.

(also this isn’t any kind of meta but i think it needs to be pointed out that wilbur had already set off the tnt and techno summoned two killable mobs which did plenty of damage but he didn’t say wilbur was the great who came before them for no reason.)

again, this is going to be the most controversial part of this post because i don’t believe destroying government is a bad thing and i don’t believe techno is wrong for believing that as well. there are better ways to address the problem and techno is adjusting his tactics but if another government was to be established, i don’t believe he would be in the wrong to destroy it because he’s an anarchist.

the tl;dr of this section honestly could just be summed up with ‘watch less marvel, read more ursula k. le guin’.

‘techno is the villain because he called tommy the hero’ - so very false

this is a take i’ve seen that to this day i don’t understand.

techno calling tommy the hero does not mean he was setting himself up as the villain in any capacity. it was merely pointing out tommy’s habit of putting himself at the forefront of almost every conflict, trying to shoulder everything, no matter how it hurts tommy himself. the speech was directed at that and nothing else. it doesn’t mean techno is the villain, it doesn’t even mean there is a villain; there are more stories to be told than the classic hero-villain and the hero-villain narrative doesn’t always apply to stories. (i’d certainly argue that it doesn’t apply to the dream smp but that’s a different conversation.)

techno is to blame for tubbo’s death - false

i think this one has been done to death but what would a techno post be without it?

no, techno is not to blame.

he said over and over that he was outnumbered and believed that if he had done anything, everyone would’ve turned on him and ‘torn him to shreds’. even if that wasn’t the case, it is what techno believed. he had no reason to think that he could take the entire crowd out until he actually fired the rocket launcher. and remember, he tested the rocket launcher earlier during the festival on niki (who volunteered) and it didn’t kill her. when he realized the amount of splash damage it did, he gives a surprised laugh and then begins firing into the crowd.

as for saying he was under ‘mild’ amounts of peer pressure, techno has a habit of minimizing. not just the things he’s done, but often situations that he’s been in that were stressful. he stated that he deals poorly with high stress situations and one of the cognitive distortions that can come with anxiety is minimization. techno doesn’t actually believe it was ‘mild’ peer pressure - it was a situation that caused him enough distress that he brings it up later at doomsday - but it’s easier to deal with a situation when you downplay it, it’s easier for techno to keep up that calm façade when he’s acting as if whatever happened wasn’t that big of a deal even if it was. again, the way he speaks about it on doomsday was clearly upset and emotional.

the only person to blame for tubbo’s death is schlatt. he was the one pulling the trigger and techno was the gun.

if you made it this far, thank you for sticking it out! i spent so many hours rewatching all the streams, some of them multiple times, while taking notes to be able to do this. i’m extremely passionate about techno and i feel as if a lot of the arguments against him tend to miss the nuance of his character. this project is on-going and i’ll be going over the butcher army/retirement storylines next. feel free to submit any points you’d like to see addressed!

#technoblade #dream smp #dsmp analysis #dsmp meta #tommyinnit #tubbo #quackity #dsmpblr #dream smp analysis #loyal does meta #this......is a lot #i spent so much time on it y'all

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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chojiakimichi · 2 years

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Kakashi & Toshiko thoughts

When Kakashi is given charge of team Seven he already doesn’t want them so when Sasuke Uchiha’s younger sister— when Itachi’s kid sister; Obito’s younger cousin, one he never got to meet —tags along because she’s seemingly attached to her brothers shadow all Kakashi thinks is how much he doesn’t want a team mascot too.

But Toshiko is sweet, or so Kakashi quickly realizes. She makes sure— on her days to pack lunch, because her and Sasuke are kids taking care of one another; they alternate on who makes dinner and packs the others lunch and other things kids with parents take for granted —to always send Sasuke with extra snacks. At first the extra snack was for Naruto but then another extra kept ending up in Sasuke bento for him.

She listens; where Naruto night call him old or Sasuke forgets to tack on -sensei, Toshiko looks at him in awe and eagerness to learn. (She internalizes his lessons like none of his other students; Gai might have Lee but Kakashi has Toshiko and she’s not even one of his official students).

After Sasuke leaves and Kakashi has failed yet another Uchiha and Naruto goes to train with Jiraiya and Sakura with Tsunade he starts letting Toshiko house sit for him when he’s on missions. Usually he leaves a summons at the apartment and somehow he always ends up having to pick the summons up from the Uchiha district turned ghost town.

Kakashi offers to help Toshiko find her own apartment once she makes genin. He understand what kind of toll it takes to walk over blood soaked floor boards but Toshiko refuses to move (“Sasuke will be back” she would say, “And I can’t just let the house fall apart while I wait for him”.)

Toshiko, like the rest of team Seven, never sees his face, no matter how hard she tries. And seeing as she’s the only one of his four kids both still in the village and with time on her hands, she tries.

Kakashi usually tries to stick other people with his tabs but on the days Toshiko tracks him down for extra training and they go to eat afterwords he somehow always just pays? Always asks if she’s had enough to eat and pays without complaint, even if she dose remind him that she can pay this time — she’s a ninja now after all.

When Toshiko makes chunin Kakshi gives her a blade. It’s a tantō, not the one that had belonged to his father as that one had long ago shattered but Kakashi remembers Obito telling him how when he made chunin his grandmother had given him a blade of his own; Itachi had told him something similar too. And with no Uchiha’s in the village left Kakashi had taken it upon himself to bestow a blade upon Toshiko.

Toshiko fights people. After Sasuke leaves and his team— and her small group of friends —are all she has left, Toshiko, the usually happy-go-lucky girl keeps ending up in back alley scuffles. Always over someone badmouthing a loved one, sometimes it’s Sasuke or Naruto; the worst fight she got into was over Kaksshi though. Her genin team leader was bad mouthing Kakashi and Toshiko who always took whatever her sensei threw at her stood up straight and told the older jonin to keep his fucking mouth shut. (“I won’t let you spread lies about Kakashi-sensei! He’s a good guy and an even better sensei! I bet your just jealous you’ll never be the same level of teacher, man or ninja that he is!”) Toshiko of course, ends up in the hospital at the end of the day but completely content in the fact she stood up for her actual sensei.

Toshiko doesn’t sign the dog summons contract. Not that Kakashi doesn’t offer it to her— he dose —but by the time he offers it to her she’s already signed her own. (Kakashi and the dogs try to act supportive but she did sign with leopards and no matter how big they might be, a leopard is still a cat).

Toshiko sort of just assumes Kakashi is married to Gai only to then find out he’s not and is so worried about her sensei growing old alone she keeps trying to set him up with diffrent people until they talk about it. (Kakashi tells Toshiko he’s okay with how his life is and if he never gets married and has children to take care of him in his elderly years he’ll just move in with her and her family; to which Toshiko gets oddly excited about).

Kakashi nearly shits a brick when Shikamaru and Toshiko start going out because yeah she’s no long the ten year old team mascot she once was but still, that’s his team mascot! He makes Shikamaru sit through his version of a shovel talk; Kakashi knows Shikamaru and Toshiko have been friends since before either of them was in the academy and that they’ve loved each other longer then admitted too but he can’t just let his faviorte unofficial student off into the world with a boy! (Kakashi ignores Asuma when the other man says he’s acting more like a father than sensei).

When the war is over and Kakashi is Hokage he and Toshiko have lunch in his office once a week. Shikamaru is technically allowed to join but decides not to as he goes to have lunch with his own mother during that time.

Years later, after the war and after they’ve been dating far longer than any of their peers, Kakashi is also part of Toshiko’s wedding processional order. It’s a Nara elder who married Shikamaru and Toshiko but it’s him who walks down the isle behind her with her brothers, ready to give her away and watch the little girl who showed up to his first team meeting become someone’s wife.

#oc: toshiko #shikamaru nara x oc #naruto headcanons #kakashi hakate #My Writing

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 7)

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au)

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer.

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok,

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags: Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity's sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

~ Series Masterlist ~

2 Years Earlier

- If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business.

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father.

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under, (his mother on the other hand- no- that bitch certainly had more than one dept to pay still). He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that particular trauma (why he honestly felt like sometimes- he liked being hit). Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind.

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.”

- He was doing reconnaissance, Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask.

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins.

- Jungkook pauses lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration. The world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his.

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren't worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I'll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space.

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it.

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up.

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism...

- Usually.

- He looks on for a moment, too sluggish without nicotine, but Jungkook’s lingering stare almost seems to spur the man on. He’s wearing a jacket with a military patch, a badge; some sort of congratulation for service done no doubt. and Jungkook feels his distaste for the man deepen.

- “What you looking at punk?” he slurs. Stalking forward as if to shove Jungkook. He almost wants to tut- that would be an expensive action. Jungkook wonders if the man is maybe high or drunk or both. He’s has had his fair share of experience with junkies and he knows one when he sees one.

- “Nothing, just a pig beating his girlfriend.” The man settles for shoving Jungkook back. And Jungkook lets him. You don’t look up, don’t do anything but lean to the side, like the brick wall is the only thing keeping you up. Jungkook sees the back of your hand, black and blue, the other bruises on your neck. You only make eye contact with him once. Just slightly. Barely in passing.

- You look like Jungkook used to look. He remembers in the savage bite of an open-handed slap- the fear he sees in your eyes. He looks and looks. And it aches so viscerally as Jungkook watches you go, your hurt echoes through him. You look beaten down and broken like Jungkook used too; before he’d decided he was done taking punches from people who were supposed to love him- Were supposed to care.

- (Before he realized life wasn't supposed to hurt)

- He’s never been one to feel things for other people, the empathy sparing him through most of the suffering he’s seen. It’s not that he’s unfeeling; it’s just that Jungkook’s life has forced him to feel concerned only for himself and no one else. His own survival is his first priority; Not others.

- He watches you walk away, And you don’t look back at him. Rushing to keep up with your husband's steps. He waits until you disappear into the crowd before he lifts his phone to his ear and makes a call. “Hey, I need you to flag all of the cars that leave the parking lot, they’re just a couple, should be coming to you soon.”

- Jeon Jungkook had become the most powerful man in the underworld because of two reasons; by being able to take punches, and by knowing when to mind his own business.

- But For this, Jungkook thinks he can make an exception.

- (You won't remember meeting Jeon Jungkook, but Jungkook will always remember you).

~.~

Now

-It comes as no surprise that your little speech fades after a few days and the rest of the hybrids quick to return to treating Yoongi with a mix of disdain and fear. Though mostly- this seems to be caused by Minhyung's group and the other canine hybrids. Namjoon hears them whispering about ‘favoritism’ before they catch on that he’s listening in. And in the days following your impromptu departure from the farm, you find people quiet even further whenever Yoongi's brought up. Staring when Yoongi comes close, afraid to interact with him.

- Even Jimin is greeted mostly with silence from all but a few. The bunny hybrids don’t act so skittish anymore, and the cat hybrids could care less used to sticking to their own group. Taehyung seems to have encouraged the other bear hybrids to make an actual effort and they at least say hello now. It’s better than the derisive comments of the dog hybrids, or the snooty noses stuck high in the air of the dear hybrids and other exotic breeds.

- They know Jimin is close to Yoongi and Namjoon, and now he feels even more like an outsider that before (somehow it doesn't matter as much as before). The only ones who don’t act overtly different are the new hybrids; Hoseok and the small lion hybrid. but They were never around to learn how to hate Yoongi in the first place.

- it's a little cute- the way that Hoseok will always shout Yoongi's name in greeting (though you're unsure if that's just his personality now that he's started to grow into himself). Hoseok is unbothered by Yoongi's reaction; to shy away from anything that will draw more attention to himself. But Hoseok's smile is so bright and elastic that even he has a hard time ignoring the otter hybrid. You hope there will be a friendship there eventually, that yoongi will open up to more than just your group.

- The little lion kit is a new addition too, she's not the only young feline hybrid you have at the farm but she is the friendliest. She gets pretty close to the other cats that work in the kitchen almost instantly. Probably on account of her young age (she's barely 7) and the eldest cat hybrid seems to be particularly fond of the little one.

- She's curious and kind to Yoongi too- excitedly running up to him more than once to show him a little rock or some flower she found- and yoongi will marvel and nod, and if Jimin is near- he'll lean close and tell her how pretty it is.

- She doesn't seem at all deterred by Yoongi's lack of voice. one day she even sees Jimin, her ears perking up excitedly, tail swishing. "Hello Yoonies voice!" it's a little cute- even if it does make yoongi splutter a little. But she's not exactly wrong; Jimin does talk for yoongi more these days.

- She Always comes bounding up to you and giggling happily to be picked up. Her little legs stretching around your waist, small bottom sat atop your baby bump. Making you get the kind of look that makes Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin sigh and look impossibly fond. They can only imagine what you’re going to be like once your little one is born. Your due date is barely 2 months away.

- In truth- you’re starting to get a little bit big. You say it one morning with Namjoon. After he asks you why you’re looking into the mirror with such a displeased expression. The sound of your terse voices alerts Yoongi and he comes to the door to your bedroom to witness your spat. Making a flippant hand movement at Namjoon to back off. Namjoon could smell your distress on you when you looked in the mirror, his voice tense but breaking. “Baby just tell me, why you think you’re not beautiful like that? let me understand. Cuz to me- you look more irresistible every day.”

- It’s not that you exactly wanted him to agree with you that you were nearing the size of a whale- but this doesn’t help at all either. His unending insistence- doesn’t he see? when he looks in the mirror doesn’t he see what you do? His instance that everything is alright doesn't help when you’re feeling this self-conscious.

- Yoongi helps you, fiddling with Namjoon’s closet for a second before he pulls out an extra-large white shirt of his and helps you into it- tying it loosely over your baby bump so that it flatters your waist a little more. The attention that Yoongi shows you clearly making you flustered. Then he drags you to the mirror, tugging your hair out of its bun, the tension going out of your shoulders.

- Yoongi doesn’t know it, but Namjoon does. Your late husband used to always be so particular about your hair, yanking on it harshly if it was left down. and An easy way to avoid him yanking on it was to leave it up. And sometimes you still pull it up convinced it’s safer even though he’s dead and gone. It’s scary how simple it is- but the second your hair comes down your whole body relaxes.

- All the while Namjoon watches from your bed. And you take in yourself, the baby hairs free-floating against your forehead; Yoongi curls one gently around his finger and then lets it go. You take in the way that the fabric hangs now, making you look a little more proportional, Yoongi gives you a satisfied smile behind your back and you have to sigh and admit it. “Okay- okay- I’ll give you this- I’m not a whale”

- “And even if you where you’d be a pretty whale.” Yoongi has the good sense to hurl a pillow in Namjoon’s direction, but it makes you laugh all the same- the heaviness in your chest abated a little. Your sleeve brushing Yoongi’s as you head downstairs, Namjoon trailing behind.

- The beach trip was a nice distraction from chores but the real work comes crashing down on them the next few days. Your little group feels closer than ever, you rarely part from any of them for long and their intention, their little acts of care never fail to make you feel flustered and taken care of.

- Jimin always holds out a hand for you to take when you’re stepping over uneven ground, Yoongi makes a startled noise whenever you so much as get close to a hose that might trip you, always gesturing for you to pause and take a break whenever you’re working in the garden. Namjoon too, always running back and forth from whatever project he’s working on to check on you and make sure you have water or food.

- At night, Namjoon takes your stretch mark cream from you, rubbing down your baby bump and your hips, the little lines of lighter skin on your waist get little kisses from him.

- Even if you want just a snack, Namjoon and Yoongi will bring you a full meal- convinced that you need to be eating more than you are. At dinner Yoongi fills up your plate- piling it high with more food then you could fit in your already crowded tummy. And he always eyes you suspiciously when you can’t finish the full plate. Namjoon too will level you with a look- asking if you really are full.

- Since your pregnancy has progressed, you’ve become a little moodier, and a little hornier whenever way the wind blows. And Namjoon doesn’t help that much at all- and by that you mean, he makes it worse. When he comes out of the field with his shirt off and tucked into his shorts all of his thickness, his muscles that make you ravenous.

- During lunch one day he drags you away to a forgotten tool shed, though it would be easier just to go up the hill to your bedroom- you feel like teenagers sneaking around like this.

- Namjoon presses into you as he hits the latch on the door, muffling your giggles with kisses as you hide from the hybrids outside, voices that you can dimly hear, unable to pick out any one particular yet- but you know they're there.

- You and Namjoon might bicker like an old married couple. But you also act like teenagers gooey and giggly and so so so in love. “Do you think that they can hear you like this? Or smell you, my love?” Namjoon is always quick to tell you how delectable you smell when you’re horny. His more sensitive nose-picking it up the second you feel a slickening between your thighs.

- You’re shaky when you respond. “I don’t know, maybe?” Namjoon always has this passionate intense air about him. He’s slightly possessive- but you’d never fault him for that not when it’s all about protecting and providing for you. Not when he always puts your pleasure first (you feel like you may have turned into a slight pillow princess with him).

- Namjoon heaves you up onto the edge of a bench and then gets on his knees. Gently lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s always mindful of how much you can move in your swollen state. He checks to make sure he’s not bending your hips in an uncomfortable way.

- You put your hands back on the dusty bench to stabilize yourself as you lie back, Namjoon wastes no time in pressing his face close to your cunt and inhaling, His nose prodding at the thin fabric of your underwear. One of his ears caught on the hem of your dress. His fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs- so full and healthy it makes him hard in his pants.

- He’s slow with the appreciation of your thighs and hips. Hands gripping and moving on to touch and feel like you have all the time in the world. But you hear voices outside the tool shed you’ve commandeered and you could just slip out and go back up to your house- but somehow you like this better. The thought of being discovered stirring an unsure heat in your stomach.

- You can hear Taehyung's voice, and then- like a shock through your core- you hear Jimin’s. Namjoon can feel your jolt. And you realize- his sensitive ears must have known who it was before your own human ones did. He chuckles- teasing his fingers along the hem of your underwear, almost daring to slip inside.

- You almost whine when you think about what you’re being denied- the harsh pull of his fingers that you’re so addicted too, how thick his fingers and knuckles feel (almost as nice as his cock) when they pull out and push in.

- Yoongi and Namjoon have always had the most lovely hands, it’s strange that when Namjoon touches you- you think about Yoongi’s hands. The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. "you're thinking about them aren't you," The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. Because yeah; Yoongi and Jimin are apart of Namjoon’s pack too, and bonding and group sex are kind of the same thing to hybrids. You’d found that out the hard way when you’d found a group of cat hybrids all tangled together in the grass the other day.

- Namjoon is always so gentle with you because of your condition, but you find your hips jerking with want. His fingers still when he feels the way your wetness has spilled out the sides. His thumb pressed over your clit teasingly. “smell so good when you're like this So wet my love, are you thinking about them finding you like this?”

- “Y-yes” you confess, and Namjoon growls, nipping at you through the fabric, the feel of his teeth brushing you, over the sensitive skin. The fabric cushioning the feeling, makes you almost gush, and you know you’ll be shakily legged by the time he lets you get down. And that he won’t let you get away from him until he’s taken care of you in this way, sated you in every sense of the word.

- But he can also tell how shy you are, the heat under your skin at the thought of being discovered. always unsure how much of your dirty talk is a real want and not just something you like in theory. Namjoon knows the idea of sharing you with the others might seem like the most natural and hottest thing; to love you alongside them. but to you- a human, hybrid sex and hybrid bedroom dynamics aren't as given.

- So he leans close, sliding your underwear down your legs slowly, letting you feel the heat of his palms on your skin. You're getting worked up a little too quickly, your heaving breaths needy. God damn pregnancy hormones you'd say if you could think beyond the plush feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to your clit. “Gotta clean you up for them, if they smelled you like this- then they’d know wouldn’t they?”

- You prove Namjoons initial assumption wrong. “What if I-” you whisper- gasping quietly as Namjoon drags the fabric to the side and glides a delicate lick over your folds. “What if I want them to know?” the pleasure thrumming through your body as Namjoon licks up your slit. Namjoon stills, ears perked, eyes flashing in the half-light. The snarl against your cunt loud and echoic.

- The voices outside fall silent and Namjoon doesn't stop his ravenous licking no matter if you have to bite your lip to keep your noises in. One of your hands scrambling to pull at his hair and find something to grip onto and anchor yourself against the onslaught of pleasure. Jimin is the first one to puncture the silence, “What was that?”

- Then comes Seokjin's voice “all of you- move along- whoever it is they probably don’t want the three of you listening in like a bunch of horn dogs” which is basically a confirmation that they were listening in, and that Yoongi was there too.

- When you finally exit the toolshed with weak legs, sure you’re going to have to at least got change your underwear. You find a bleary-eyed Seokjin a few dozen feet away, obviously upwind of the toolshed. he levels Namjoon with a tired expression. “You both have dirt on your knees” Namjoon has the good sense to look shy at that. You hastily brush off the spots on his, and he on yours.

- If Jimin and Yoongi smell anything on you later- they don’t say anything and the idea that they might make you feel hot all over whenever they lean in too close. You think you see a blush on Yoongi’s face more than once, and maybe see him adjust his pants out of the corner of your eye, but Jimin seems blissfully unaware.

- You have a check-up at the doctor’s office in the coming days. And although only Namjoon is allowed in the room with you (they have a two-person maximum because the ultrasound room is tiny), Yoongi and Jimin also accompany you. Namjoon comes bounding out after, waving the picture and smiling so so wide, both Yoongi and jimin leaning in close to get a better look- they’re so enamored with the little photo. And when you get home- Namjoon shows anyone that asks how the check-up went, eventually hanging it on one of the two fridges in the kitchen.

- Jimin is the only one who seems to notice the jealous looks- because you went out for ice-cream after and come home with them still partially melting (you’d had another craving- french-fries dunked in ice cream of all things). One of the other hybrids having heard Jimin talk to Tae about the beach trip too. They come to you at the end of the day, 2 bunnies, a cat, a fox and one of the bears- a mish moshed group of hybrids; petitioning you to start the beach trips for everyone.

- You can only fit so many people into the back of your truck so you pick a day and start a raffle for spots. Jimin throws his name into the hat just in case but to his surprise, Yoongi doesn’t. No matter how much Jimin bugs him too; He won’t agree to accompany Jimin to the beach again. Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes back tipped back against the grass, his sunhat crumpled. Offering up a few sweet tomatoes to soothe Jimin’s sour nerves.

- The peace lasts for a couple of days before they’re right back to treating Yoongi like shit and for some reason, it pisses Jimin off more. No matter how many times he’s heard Namjoon asks Yoongi to please tell him when anything happens. The snake hybrid seems unable to fight back.

- Jimin asks one of the hybrids why she won’t look at Yoongi (after the snake has already gone up the hill to retrieve another dish for dinner) and beyond a startled look, she just says “none of us can smell him” she throws a stack of paper towels down onto the table angrily. The deer hybrid across from them stumbling with their silver wear But she doesn’t need to re-iterate herself. Jimin understands- it’s hard to trust someone who can lie to your face- and in the world of hybrids where emotions can be decreed from a simple sniff, Jimin can’t say he doesn’t see where they’re coming from.

- Doesn’t excuse their behavior, however. After all- Jimin can smell Yoongi’s emotions through his scent and he didn't realize that was something strange until now. To Jimin, Yoongi’s scent is soft and sweet- something gummy and soft like a marshmallow. But that’s probably because he spends so much time with the hybrid. The others only spend so much time around him and are unused to his scent. And the fact that he never talks and never tries to socialize doesn’t help.

- Jimin can’t imagine not wanting to smell more of it- not leaning in whenever the other hybrid passes. Jimin wants to bury his face in Yoongi’s neck and rub his cheek all over it. The same way that Namjoon does to him in the morning if he shows up before he’s changed from his pajamas. And he knows he smells soft like sleep- an alluring smell to the older alpha when he comes down the stairs, ears straight up eyes wide as he takes in all of Jimin's vulnerability.

- and it might have to do with what Taehyung had said- that alphas eat up that sort of thing.

- Namjoon smells good too, his scent all soft mornings and sleepy walks, the older hybrid large and so pliant in his sleepiness, eyes swollen and face puffy as he hides in Jimin’s shoulder. Sending his pine scent all over so that it sticks to jimin no matter where he is. So that jimin will smell like Namjoon all day.

- One of the cat hybrids at the sink rolls her eyes. But when you come down the stairs smelling much the same. You touch his arm so softly in passing, like you can’t believe you’re allowed. And Jimin’s senses are a dizzying blur of cream, peaches, pine, and marshmallow.

- when he goes back to the barns, hazy at being scented by Namjoon so thoroughly. Taehyung levels him with a funny look and a chuckle. "you're more devious than anyone gives you credit for" thought Taehyung means it good-naturedly- it's good to have a friend to ask how to go about flirting with. the other hybrids gathered on the couch in front of the tv; some cartoon playing- pretend like they're not listening in.

- "How do you know so much when you don't have a pack of your own Tae?" he asks over breakfast, the two of them clutching breakfast burritos on their way to check Tae's bees. Tae doesn't meet Jimin's eyes "you're just lucky- most hybrids dont find a pack so easily Jimin" his words aren’t jealous- only a little patronizing. And Jimin accepts it because he knows he has a lot to learn.

- Taehyung is right- out of all of the hybrids at the farm, there are only a few who have paired up or even made stronger groups or multi-person packs. the bunnies and the cats don't form set generally- though there are a few pairs and more than a few throuples.

- Jimin as caught Yeonjun making out with a tabby more than once- has learned to avoid certain sections of the woods all together because everyone knows that's where the bunny hybrids like to go in the afternoons. The canine hybrids are the only ones who have packs, though there are more than half a dozen loners like jimin and namjoon.

- It's hard for Jimin to cohabitate with them even though there are other larger predators and more than a few prey hybrids living in Jimin's barn. he hadn’t really realized until taehyung pointed it out that each different pack occupied one corner of the punk room. More than once- the room in the barns has felt hostile if only for the packs that have claimed either corner of the bunkroom. it's usual to wake up and find more than one of the pups cuddling with another in one single bed.

- Having reciprocated love in his pack shouldn't feel like an impossibility to Jimin. But still, when Yoongi steps close- an inch too far away, his fingertips barely brushing- Jimin just- yearns. It’s a soft sort of yearning, the kind that has jimin jumping up whenever Yoongi needs something. Has him settling a think knit blanket over Yoongi’s nobly knees during movie nights, and sticking his own feet underneath the edge of the blanket. Feet Pressed to the clothed line of his calf. Maybe nothing will ever come of it, But Jimin yearns with everything he’s got regardless.

- In the late hours of the night, when Jimin lies awake thinking about the three of you. An instinct welling inside of him that says he should walk up the hill and fall asleep on your couch just to be closer to you three (the pack instinct- Taehyung calls it, looking a little bit sad himself when jimin asks him, the other hybrid moving away before jimin can ask exactly what that means) Jimin wonders if his feelings will ever be reciprocated.

- But love is a strange thing, it’s not just about saying it with kisses or touches- though Jimin wants them too. There is love in the small things, in building something together so that’s what Jimin tries to do. Every day- he takes to gardening with a new vigor. Shouting in joy when you harvest some of the tomatoes- filling up a whole gallon bucket with the amount that have ripened over the last week. Your peppers and cucumbers are beginning to produce more too.

- Jimin and Yoongi run to Namjoon just to give him a handful. The alpha gives each of them a sweet nuzzle in thanks, even if Yoongi chirps and moves back after a moment. A flush high on his cheek. Namjoon looking up at Yoongi from where he’s stopped- cheek on the elder's shoulder. The snake relaxing after a moment.

- You spend the rest of the day showing Jimin and Yoongi how to prepare the tomatoes to make a sauce, roasting them on low heat. Cutting garlic so so carefully, and whenever Jimin looks across the prep table- Yoongi’s gaze darts away. halfway through- yoongi stoops down, sticking his socked feet into jimin’s lap, and it feels so nice, to have their weight there.

- You go over to Yoongi at one point, and he tips his head back to look up at you. The back of his head is at the right height to lye up against your baby bump. And Jimin watches, as you slowly, so slowly, brush the hair out of his eyes and away from his forehead. Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed and he tips his face into your hand. Letting out a low happy grumble when you take his action as positive reinforcement, and drag your nails over his scalp. In Jimin’s lap, Yoongi’s toes curl.

- It feels strange- and Jimin can’t quite put his finger on it- but it almost feels like Yoongi is letting you all touch him more than ever. Suddenly okay with touches- as long as it’s in a more private setting. Jimin can’t say he’s unhappy about it. Maybe one-day yoongi will even let Jimin scent mark him.

- Jimin smiles at Yoongi’s happy little snake grumbles. And keeps chopping his garlic. Is happy to receive the same kind of scratch from you a few minutes later. Though he might abandon his chopping in favor of rubbing his face all over your stomach when the instinct strikes him. Jimin unintentionally lets out a growl when you start to move away. Slapping a hand over his mouth and apologizing, no matter how you and Yoongi laugh.

- Still, despite the happiness, you have in your kitchen, in your house, whenever you’re around each other. The rest of the world is not so kind.

- An adoption day comes at arguably the worst and best time. There is still a fair amount of friction between your group and the rest of the hybrids. And a few outsiders at the farm only make it worse. Though Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon aren’t the only hybrids who wear red stickers to indicate that they are not available for adoption.

- Hoseok surprisingly- grabs a yellow sticker. And the three of your hybrids watch- as Seokjin hovers around him- a red sticker on his own lapel- wary of all and anyone who interacts with the otter hybrid. His glares putting off all but the most attentive patrons. That's where it starts.

- Jimin is unfortunately caught in the middle when seokjin confronts hoseok. off to help the three of them bring down 3 trays of cut watermelon for the hybrids and the patrons. The dinner tables have been set out on the side of the field piled high with Hors d'oeuvre. You’re there with Namjoon greeting the humans. Games are set out too- for the hybrids and humans to play.

- it’s no secret that they’ve gotten close, and jimin had assumed they’d talked about it- but apparently not. Seokjin is so angry he’s nearly crying. “why- hoseok- why do you want to leave the farm?” Hoseok’s little otter ears are tight against his scalp. “I just- I didn’t want to assume?”

- “Oh- so you’d rather just- throw away everything that we’re trying- all of this- you don’t you dont want to stay do you-” Jimin has never seen seokjin looking so lost, and he knows enough to guess that Seokjin’s anger is at least in part to due to some trauma (later- Jimin will find out that Seokjin’s mother left him with his last owner- an abusive man- to save herself).

- Jimin knows enough to get in between them, telling them to calm down and spend a minute away from each other. Jimin ends up with Hoseok- “it’s hard Jimin- how do you, how do you have so much sureness with Y/n? with Namjoon and yoongi too? How do you look at them and trust that you should stay?” Hoseok's eyes remain on Jimin's red tag.

- Jimin sighs, thinking it through, “do you look at Seokjin and know he cares about you? like- do you know it in your bones?” Hoseok bites his lower lip, “yes- but-”

- “Then you should stay Hoseok,” Jimin walks Hoseok up to the main house where the stickers sit on the prep table. Changing out his yellow one for a red one. And when they head off back down the hill, Seokjin is waiting on the path with Yoongi, apologizing and dragging Hoseok away to the barns where Seokjin’s own private room is. Hoseok goes willingly, smiling up at the older hybrid. His narrow shoulders cuddled under one of Seokjin's wide ones.

- jimin has to admit, an otter and an alpaca are a weird combination for a hybrid pack (But no stranger than a pair of puppies and a snake). His thoughts drift towards Taehyung- and Jimin hopes that his friend won't end up alone. it must not be easy- to see all of you pair off like this.

- in some ways, that adoption day is full of just as much bullshit as they usually are. there are always people who dont understand the effort it takes to take care of a hybrid- they aren't just like any ordinary pet. it's easy to spot the ones that view them as pets- and less like people. You get a few rich people looking to adopt a companion as always.

- A substantial group of families also look to adopt similarly aged companions for their single children. And you agree to more than one possible test weekend. You’re always so particular about letting the children go, so wary and so careful in the way you let them interact with the families.

- Though they don’t have parents here- there are more than a few good role models and parental figures. More than one child chooses a red tag for themselves. And they always know have a right to it- no matter how young they are. You make it clear to the group of them; If they don’t want to be adopted they don’t have to be.

- You even get one couple- the woman withdrawn and sad, and a slightly jealous look at your own pregnant stomach says more than any words could. It’s pretty common for women who can’t have children to adopt hybrid children. and though some of it doesn't sit right with you, You aren’t one to judge.

- Jimin spends most of the adoption day helping you balance the need for food and for games. running back and forth to the house to help. Though there is a little work that needs to be done here and there just to keep the farm running as usual. grey storm clouds roll in halfway through the day, puncturing the blue sky- foretelling scattered showers and storms. and jimin hopes it will cut the adoption day short so that you can return to your routines.

- Jimin is just helping Yoongi putting away a broken badminton net When it happens- Jimin isn’t certain why it does. Only that he hears the words outside the shed after Yoongi's just excited to grab the broken rackets (Namjoon isn't the only clumsy hybrid you have at the farm).

- “oh sorry- ew gross,” a shrill female voice says, and then he rounds the corner and sees yoongi picking himself up from the dirt- a rich lady and her peacock hybrid looking down at him like he’s the dirt beneath his shoes. The peacock hybrid has Yoongi’s sun hat in his hands and there is another hybrid- a wolf hybrid from the farm with a green sticker on his shirt, who growls down at yoongi.

- His shoulders shake too the way they do when he’s been touched and he doesn’t want to be. Jimin has seen you brush your fingers over the back of Yoongi’s hand, has even felt the coolness of the snake hybrid through the fabric when the elder grabbed his sleeve. Has touched him even more intimately as of late. But he knows that Yoongi can’t tolerate being touched by people he doesn’t trust- doesn’t want to touch him. basically, anyone, that's, not you, Namjoon, or Jimin himself.

- “Hey- what the fuck!” Jimin spits, grabbing the sunhat out of the hybrid's hand with a growl, his ears flat against his head. If Jimin had elongated canines like Namjoon they would be barred in anger as he shoves the larger hybrid back. Yoongi shrinks impossibly smaller behind him.

- Jimin is hot and itchy from the heat and the humidity, and he really just wants to shower and cool off. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with entitled people today. And more importantly- no one touches Yoongi on Jimin’s watch.

- The hybrid looks surprised to be talked to in that way, he’s nearly a head taller than Jimin let alone the slightly taller feathers that poke out of the top of his head that give him the appearance of several more inches- but Jimin’s intimidating enough with his set expression to send the hybrid huffing away. Feathers fluffed.

- The peacock's iridescent feathers stand up on end as he grabs the hand of his human owner, her diamond tennis bracelet glittering in the sunlight. “This was getting boring anyway. Sorry” he tosses over his shoulder at the canine hybrid, who looks so disappointed his ears pinned back against his head. They only give him that- barely a look, before they’re heading off down the hill in the direction of the line of cars parked on the grass.

- The wolf hybrid deflates audibly- watching the woman and the other hybrid disappear down the hill. promises of home and family disappearing in a moment, but Jimin has to think- if they’d be discouraged so easily- were they really worth it? The wolf hybrid doesn't seem to think so- Turning his angry tear-filled eyes on Jimin.

- But Jimin can see the hate in his eyes and knows not to mistake the tears for only sadness. “You both ruin everything” he growls out- before they too run back towards the barns- no doubt to tell the others how Yoongi had sabotaged their adoption. Even though that was far from the truth. in all honestly- yoongi just bumped into the lady- or more probably- the lady bumped into him when he was on his way out of the shed.

- Jimin holds out his sunhat to Yoongi, who takes it from Jimin carefully, Jimin doesn’t linger on the fact that his hand still shakes. Jimin’s hand lingers somewhere close enough where Yoongi could touch it could reach out if he wants too. If he wants to get that kind of comfort from Jimin's touch- then Jimin will willingly give it.

- a faint flush coats the elder's cheeks. Oh no- he must be overheating then, Jimin feels a rush of concern. He knows what you would do, hover your hand close enough to Yoongi’s forehead, usher him upstairs for a break in the air conditioning, and a glass of icy lemonade.

- All they can hear is the shouts of laughter at the games the others play in the fields, “I understand why you don’t want to stay in the barns, why you don’t want to socialize with some of them, they’re so unkind to you it makes me crazy.” Jimin shakes his head, sour anger filling him like a rotten peach.

- Yoongi, looks more than pacified, looking up at Jimin with an indecipherable look. Most of the time, Jimin can get a good guess on how he’s feeling but not now- not that indecipherable heaviness he finds there. or the strangely heavy marshmallow scent that’s fluffed around them. Jimin lets go of Yoongi’s hat.

- After a moment Yoongi nods, and Jimin takes it as a thank you. They’re done for the day and dinner won’t be for another few hours or so. Jimin is ready to avoid some of the strangers and hopefully take advantage of the empty showers. The sky is grey with incumbent storm clouds when Jimin makes his way to the shower buildings which he finds blissfully empty; except for the bear hybrid Jackson that tosses a greeting at Jimin before exiting.

- Jimin doesn’t even bother to flick the lights on, instead of settling for the calm light that comes through the skylights, grey and hazy. the storm clouds have started to roll in properly. He hums as he disrobes, goes to grab his favorite strawberry body wash, and picks the last shower at the end, disrobing in relative comfort, glad for a moment of privacy.

- The blissfully Coldwater does wonders for his overheating muscles, relaxing his body deliciously from a day spent walking up and down the hill. he digests the chaos of the day- seokjin and hoseok fighting, yoongi getting shoved. you'd looked frazzled the last time he'd seen you, smile strained as you made small talk with most of the humans, Namjoon always close incase you needed someone to lean on.

- Jimin had been able to tell that your feet were sore just by looking at you. Namjoon will probably make you sit down before long, maybe he already has. You’ll probably cut off the adoption day because of the rain. Taking down names and information before you send them on their way. You rarely let a hybrid leave the farm after one adoption day, needing to have more private meetings and house calls to willingly part with one of them. You just want to make sure you dont release them back into another abusive household.

- He hums as he washes, lingering in the water and taking a longer shower than he usually would. He hums, testing the way his vocal cords wrap around the acoustics of the empty high ceilinged room.

Then he hears the scuffling of someone in the bathroom too and cuts off. A little abashed at being caught. The rustling getting closer and its a moment before he realizes that the rustling is coming from his own section of the bath. he smells him the second before he pulls the shower curtain gets pulled back.

- “Yoongi!” Jimin shouts, furiously grabbing at something to cover his nakedness. Jimin furiously tries to cover his crotch, grabbing one of the large bargain bottles of shampoo and hold it there even as cold water runs over his face. Getting into his wide eyes. “Yoongi what the fuck! You’re naked!”

- Jimin is glad that the rumors about snake hybrids having double the appendages as a normal hybrid are false but he can’t stop his blush or his wandering eyes as he sees the snake hybrid in full. Or the hot lick of arousal that shocks him through his core- especially when he recognizes the heaviness to Yoongi's scent as being arousal.

- there is a single moment, jimin can smell yoongi- can see the want in his eyes, can feel his own scent fluff out to meet his, yoongi sags under the weight of Jimin's scent as the surprise dissipates. "do you-" Jimin's face must be brighter than a tomato. He reaches out a tentative hand, "do you want to-"

- Before Jimin can do much more than that Yoongi’s lips are on his, tentative but firm and passionate, the fire leaking into him from Yoongi as jimin stumbles in surprise. The kiss tastes like thank you and Ive wanted to do this for longer than i care to admit and everything yoongi can't say, can't let slip past his lips. jimin drops the shampoo bottle which narrowly misses his foot as Yoongi’s hands come up to encircle his jaw so softly like Yoongi is holding the most important thing in his world. Jimin is so shocked that for a moment- he doesn’t kiss back and Yoongi retracts- not before Jimin chases his lips and the snake hybrid returns to him.

- It’s the first time Yoongi’s ever touched Jimin so bare, and the snake’s hands on the back of his neck feel cold and shivery but good. As Jimin’s back hit’s the wall and their fronts press together for a moment, just brushing. Then colliding with more force as they both realize how good it feels to be so close to someone you trust. It’s dizzying- intoxicating, and Jimin knows his mouth is moving sloppily even if he wants to kiss Yoongi with just as much intent.

- The snake hybrid bites- actually bites- down on Jimin’s tongue. And a strangled whine comes to live and die in his throat. A snarl in his ears from Yoongi's mouth as the snake hybrid keeps his biting, moves to Jimin's throat- bites hard Enough that Jimin knows he'll leave a bruise. "leave more- yoongi please mark me" jimin feels hot with the thought of it- the thought of all the other hybrids being able to smell yoongi on his scent gland.

- Jimin doesn’t know where to put his hands, he knows enough to know that Yoongi doesn’t like to be touched and unsure if it extends to right now. but it seems okay if he’s doing the touching. His hands sliding down Jimin's back to his waist. He’s a good kisser, the best that Jimin’s ever kissed (not that there have been many) and he tips his head forward to put as much scalding force as he can into it when yoongi leaves his neck in favor of his mouth, trying to match Yoongi’s intensity even if he can’t match his skill.

- Yoongi takes a step forward, and Jimin’s cock brushes his hipbone, and he can’t stop the way his hips jump at the contact, brushing into Yoongi further. Jimin’s blood boils with arousal. Yoongi is equally as hard compared to Jimin. And Jimin doesn't know if its water or precum that he feels on his skin. Can't look down to check.

- By the time Yoongi leans back and finishes running his fingers through Jimin’s hair and over his shoulders. Jimin’s so wound up he feels like he’s about the pass out. The cool water cascading over his back doing nothing to settle him. Yoongi moves his hips- testing the waters, as he grinds, works jimin’s hips into an unsteady rhythm. and jimin moans.

- Yoongi pulls back, looking at jimin, their noses brushing, like he can’t bear to have jimin farther away from him than this, want heavy in his eyes, and Jimin tastes the words on Yoongi’s lips as good as if he’d said them. “Yoongi” jimin breathes. Palms pressed carefully to the shower wall so that he won’t reach out and yank Yoongi closer. But he’s Weak against the wake of this of all this feeling.

- “fuck- kiss me again- can we- ” Jimin feels strung out, his body heavy with something like heat- maybe Jimin is actually having a heat and it’s not just in his imagination (he wouldn't really know what it felt like- never having had one before because of his malnutrition). But This kind of kissing is certainly enough to trigger one.

- Yoongi opens his mouth for a second, almost like he’s about to speak- or to try to, Jimin’s never been sure if he can- if it’s muteness or just Yoongi being selective. And then in the next moment, Yoongi’s gone, almost tripping on his way out of the showers with how fast he’s leaving jimin. A whine dies in his throat and jimin starts after him, But then Yoongi turns back. Gesturing with a hand for jimin to stay put. Yoongi looks angry, and it takes a moment for Jimin to realize that the anger wasn’t directed at jimin- only at Himself.

- Jimin stays in the shower, water thundering down around him as the sky overhead thunders too. Jimin listens to the faint sound of Yoongi dressing and then leaving the showers. Jimin lets him go. So sure that he has absolutely no idea what just happen- or even if he didn’t imagine the whole thing.

- jimin’s hand on himself doesn't feel nearly good as Yoongi’s did.

- Yoongi’s hands shake all the way back up the hill, and he hopes his wet hair won’t be too suspicious especially when a mixed group of hybrids crosses his path. Returning to the barns as most of the adoption day festivities have ended.

- Yoongi’s careful to keep his eyes averted. And like usual- the conversation comes to a halt when Yoongi passes them by. It no longer bugs him the way it might have once. They have a good reason not to want to associate with him. Yoongi’s body shakes with the weight of the things he’s done and the things he’s going to do.

- you gather with 3 families on your porch as you take down their names and contact information. You send yoongi a concerned look as he quickly heads inside the house. Pausing only for a moment before he decides to go to Namjoon first. Later- later he’ll ask you too.

- Stupid- he’s been so stupid recently. Touching you- indulging in these short sweet touches because he wants more so badly. Knows he can never have it doesn’t stop the wanting. If his owner ever found out what he’s done- if she ever found out what he’d almost done with jimin- she’d surely have Jimin’s hands for it.

- And as much as Yoongi wishes it were any other way- Jimin almost touching him does remind him of far worse times. Though he’d been the one to initiate it this time- the memories still linger.

- Times when foreign hands touched his skin as he’d thrashed and screamed trying to protest against the taunting words of his owner. “I’ve never been interested in snake dick but if you want him for tonight you can have him- just be careful- he bites” and he shakes with those memories. Though its been many years. like most kinds of torture- eventually, his owner had grown bored with using yoongi's body as a bargaining chip. Yoongi wonders if he’s ever going to be able to be touched that way without feeling the revulsion at his own body.

- Jimin had come close, but he'd known- known that yoongi didn't want him to touch him. Had seemed more than willing to be touched himself. the revulsion hadn't hit him until the end.

- The places he’s been touched without his consent feel black and decaying- or like ink, every time someone touches him- Yoongi’s surprised that ink doesn’t come away on your hands soft and delicate. But it didn’t change the fact that Yoongi wanted it- and wants it still.

- he wants to see you soft and sated the way you look sometimes in the morning when he can smell Namjoon on you- wants to cause it- maybe, someday in the future if you'll let him. He knows you’d be gentle with him. Wouldn’t put your hands anywhere he didn’t want. Would check in with him- going as slowly or as quickly as he wanted too. Namjoon would be able to be gentle too- Yoongi’s sure of it.

- He wants it, even though he knows that want only put you all in danger. He’s an incredibly selfish person. He hopes he never gets to have that intimacy with you, for your sake.

- yoongi should only let himself dream of something good before he goes- sinks back into that life. But the temptation for more is too strong sometimes, his want filling him up like sticky sweet syrup that pollutes every moment.

- Namjoon is on the second floor of your house and Yoongi takes the stairs two at a time. Folding laundry in what will one day be the nursery for your child. He’s taken the ultrasound up here now- hung it up so he can look at it. and Yoongi is reminded of A few days ago when he gushed about the development of your child to Yoongi in the kitchen comparing them to the size of a fruit. “a cute little cantaloupe- the cutest little cantaloupe”

- You and Namjoon have made the decision not to find out the gender, but the walls of the nursery are still pained blue, puffy clouds above and little flowers below, dandelions and daisies, a stalwart sunflower that curls over the arch of the door half-finished. Yoongi knows you work on the mural it whenever you can. But Namjoon gets a little paranoid about the fumes- you compromise and keep the windows open along with the door to your balcony to allow as much air circulation as possible.

- The crib, a fluffy white thing is already piled into the corner. And Yoongi remembers the first few weeks here when you and Namjoon had overzealously ordered it. He’d come downstairs after dinner one night and found both of you puzzling over the directions. And he’d shooed Namjoon away as he’d helped you put it together. The three of you ending up giggly and punch drunk tired by the time it was fully put together. And then had to carry it all the way up the stairs.

-A mobile of little felted flowers that Seokjin made you as a thank you present a hangs above the empty Crib- colorful and cute. And Namjoon has set the laundry on the unused changing table in neat stacks. All of the other furniture is piled into the center of the room so that you can paint the walls. He turns when he hears Yoongi, his tail swishing.

- “Hey Yoon- what you get caught in a rainstorm or something?” the rain splatters against the windows with a soft patter and Yoongi drips onto the floor. He never bothered to dry off after the unintentional shower with jimin. Yoongi makes a shrug that means ‘something like that’ and if the younger hybrid hovers on the way that Yoongi’s lips look a little kiss bitten and swollen he doesn’t say a thing. Namjoon knows better than anyone- what they talk about and what they don’t.

- He hands over the slip of paper; “jimin should move into the main house, you and I could clean out one of the storage rooms and move the stuff into the attic.”

- Yoongi watches Namjoon’s eyes rove over the words a few times. The hybrid purses his lips, “I’ve talked to Y/n about this- and she agrees- but I don’t know if he wants too? He seems pretty comfortable in the barns, he likes Taehyung and they’re friends. and we kind of want to leave it up to him if we can.”

- Yoongi snatches the paperback from him, annoyance flickering in his chest as he rolls his eye. Didn’t Namjoon see that nothing would change if they didn’t push him a little? Jimin is the type to take that kind of abuse again and again if it means not making a fuss. And Yoongi knows it’s only a matter of time before something happens again. He turns it over onto the other side and using the wall as a place to write.

- “He’s already being treated differently because of me” 'me' being double underlined- so that Namjoon really understands what he’s trying to say. Yoongi just wants to make sure Jimin is safe before he goes. Before he needs to leave and before it gets too dangerous and too near a time when his owner will physically retrieve him. Not that Namjoon knows that Yoongi’s presence has an expiration date. Namjoon searches Yoongi’s face for a source to his desperation and finds none.

- Yoongi has never felt worse for keeping secrets. Maybe in another world- Yoongi would have confessed and asked Namjoon, with all of his connections to the police, for help. Yoongi knows enough to put the whole crime system out of whack and yet. Years of negative reinforcement and beatings have taught him to keep his mouth shut and that isn’t going to change now; not when Yoongi’s life isn’t the only one at risk and he knows you’ll all live if he plays by the rules. He doesn't care about his own safety anymore.

- The second he sees Yoongi’s distraught expression Namjoon steps closer Taking off his flannel and tugging it around his shoulders. Namjoon might not make moves to scent mark Yoongi but dressing him in his clothes is as good as he gets. Namjoon’s comforting alpha scent fluffs around him.

- Yoongi wonders if jimin feels the pull the same way he does. Dynamics are more mobile in snake hybrids and downright non-existent in humans. but they’re more set in canines. Namjoon puts his hand on Yoongi’s clothed arm and Yoongi shuffles close after a second. His nose centimeters from Namjoon’s neck taking in deep breathes to try and steady himself. He didn’t realize he was shaking.

- “It will be alright Yoongi, I promise. He’s gonna be safe.” Namjoon adds quieter. And below them both- in the first floor of the house, he can hear your voice, echoing louder and laughing at some sort of joke, Namjoon’s tail starts wagging at the suggestion of you. “I want them to feel safe too.”

- Yoongi wants to write “he should take my room- I won’t be staying in it soon anyway.” but Yoongi needs to make sure- before he leaves. Jimin has to be included in your little pack. He doesn’t want to think- about what the three of you will go through when he eventually has to leave. The days are counting down to the end of the summer.

- He’s fucking selfish, so selfish, to kiss Jimin like that when he knows he won't be able to stay in the hybrids life. He’s selfish every time he begs affection off you, every day he keeps Namjoon Company when he’s cleaning up the other barns. Yoongi writing out words in the dust when Namjoon asks him questions. Eyes only searching when Namjoon turns his back. Looking for any sort of hidden compartment. Completing his task even if it’s the last thing he wants to do. Betraying you like this.

- Jimin spends the rest of the day wondering if the kiss with Yoongi was just a dream. But later at dinner, Yoongi won’t meet his eyes, and jimin knows he didn’t imagine the kiss. Guilt sticks to Yoongi, more distracting than honey stuck between your fingertips.

- Both of them go to sleep still thinking about the kiss. Jimin wondering if it will happen again and Yoongi thinking that he’d like it too. His fingers running over his lower and upper lips, mind awash with the memory of jimin’s mouth on his. And night falls heavy like a weighted blanket on the farm. The sky a big sheet with holes poked through for stars. A heavenly breeze tempting away the summer heat.

- All of the hybrids safe and snoring in their beds. Some even paired- if they’ve got it. Two furry bodies packed close on a single bed. Some even dream of homes they mind one day live in or of the people that one day they’ll get to love. The idea of being kept and treasured lulling them into a drowsy haze of anticipation and security.

- That night, Namjoon knocks on Yoongi’s door. the hybrid leaning up against the doorframe as he watches the snake get ready for bed. “you know... you could sleep in our room if you want, we have an air conditioner in there too.” yoongi has a notepad ready, he knows that Namjoon likes to open all the windows and even the door to your balcony to let the fresh air in so that it feels like you're sleeping outside. He steels himself to think of someone other than himself before he writes- “I’m okay- thanks though” Yoongi writes out.

- Namjoon lifts one of Yoongi’s blankets to his neck before he leaves, thoroughly scents marking it before he leaves it with Yoongi. And Yoongi sleeps easy that night with his nose pressed to the blanket. Safe and secure in his room. Nothing bad happens to yoongi that night even though he cuddles close to the blanket, and when he wakes in the morning. his heart beats a steady thumping rhythm- his whole body humming with anticipation.

- It’s different to feel excited about being in love, excited for a day spent close to the people he cares about. And he knows he won't take a single day for granted.

- The crickets and cicadas chirping in the field. And in a low tone on the tree outside, a morning dove gentle and unassuming. The sun rising over the hills. Tastes of idyllic and smells of Eden. Like lavender and honey.

- A hand outstretched, scrambling in the dirt before it goes still, fingers just a few inches from safety. Blood mixing in with the sand. The morning is not perfect for everyone.

- But even you would say the morning was peaceful, if not for the dead body dumped at the end of your driveway.

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