#I can’t foster that kind of hate

[johnnystormsupremacy]

I am not unfollowing or hating any Amber supporter that I am friends with. It would be nice to have a conversation actually. I am not a crazy yelling person of either though I do love Johnny Depp. Please speak about what you feel. Just don’t do it at the expense of hurting someone else. So many AH are saying women who support Johnny will get their karma or their day will come. Holy fuck😳

Who is that helping?

Do not support her through hate of others

#I can’t foster that kind of hate #I have my own problems #amber heard #johnny depp

[babygirlmickey]

Anybody else having quite possibly the worst day of their life

#personal / don’t rb #I just had to make the decision that one of my foster cats is now a hospice case #which I kind of always knew was gonna happen with her #but I’m still fucking heartbroken. I really thought maybe by some miracle she would have smth curable #I need to stop getting my hopes up like that #I love her so much she’s like my baby and I just want her to be happy and comfortable #but I can’t keep her alive for selfish reasons #I’ve had to do this so many time and it never fucking gets easier!!!!!!! I hate it here I hate this job!!!!!

[goldkirk]

NO NEED TO READ. I’m just venting 👍

Tw: suicide mentions and stuff

So I can’t give details bc protecting privacy of minors and my family who doesn’t know I have a tumblr or anything etc etc but I was right in suspecting that the adults back home don’t tell me anything non-great going on and G is having a way worse time than I was made aware of and as usual no one is doing ENOUGH and what’s being done is late and I’m like I just—I was TRYING to tell adults for FOUR YEARS and especially the last two of them and no one LISTENED until it was unavoidable and I STILL didn’t get anyone listening to my advice about things and I don’t have any way to make a difference but I swear to god if this goes on for another year or four the kid is going to kill himself. Like they are giving him NOTHING to live for, he has like 10% good and 90% misery and at least if I moved back home for a year or two I could be close enough to do something in an emergency. They don’t give their kids any way to talk to me and they wouldn’t let me around the kids to babysit or anything since I’m gay and a corrupting influence and believe in science and not fundamentalism but I’m telling you I had an extra 5-10% that this kid doesn’t have and I almost killed myself anyway and I didn’t have the massive health problems this kid has at that age either. They wouldn’t let me help him if I moved back but he has LITERALLY no one not in that worldview or viewing kids as not having rights etc etc and like. Of COURSE he can’t improve his emotions and behavior when he’s NEVER IN A SITUATION THAT LETS HIM HAVE ENOUGH LACK OF STRESS TO HEAL AND ENOUGH EXAMPLES OF ADULTS BEING HEALTHY EMOTIONALLY. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT

it just SUCKS and my mom is doing as much as she personally can to help in terms of getting him school accommodations and stuff but they all assured me so much while I was in the apartment 20 minutes away that things were SO much better and none of the old stuff was happening with him running away or needing to get dropped off to spend the night or whatever and I just you’re telling me they’ve been locking up food and you get calls at night on random days asking if they can drop him off at your house and the kid doesn’t have school accommodations and is failing some classes and has no motivation and has ongoing behavior issues and I just WHY DO YOU SAY THESE THINGS LIKE IT’S JUST A SHAME AND HE’S THE ONE CAUSING ALL OF THEM, and they didn’t take it seriously or see the problem when the kid scratched his own face bloody etc etc TWO YEARS AGO my god you people he doesn’t even tell you anything, what, do you think what you see on the surface is the extent of it?????

I’ve had conversations and I’ve cried at them and I’ve educated them and I’ve exhorted them at one am and I’ve tried to share my own experience and I’ve tried to give them science and I’ve tried to be a mediator and I ruined Christmas Eve begging them to be safer for these kids than they were for me because once I left the kids would have no other option bc they have no other trusted adults and they don’t GET it. If my parents and siblings ignore risks and one of my nephews or nieces ends up dead, I’m never going to forgive them for the rest of my life.

#please don’t suggest contacting DFS I already tried that last year and I was outed by my mom and everyone was REALLY mad and both the kids #and I got a lot of blame #and it wrecked my sister AND my mom and was expensive and didn’t help anything anyway #and there’s no evidence I can give and it’s everyone else against the crazy one (me) soooo #and also the foster system is terrible back home #i just needed to vent because this is everything I was afraid of happening back when I was like 14 and realizing if anyone ever knew #who I was and what I thought I’d be an evil influence from Satan and #never allowed access to the kids ever again and never trusted and kept informed about things #they spent years asking why the kids respond well to me #and asking if I can help with these situations #and I always did and I told them the same things every time and they never listened and I don’t want to be a PERSON I am so sick of being #a PERSON #why can’t you just fucking be KIND to each other and put in the work to face painful facts and GET BETTER BECAUSE OF IT #i did it on my own as a teenager you’re all at LEAST 16 years older than me I HATE you you just keep HURTING us kids and you don’t believe #you do because your worldview is the only right one and you can’t allow any other possibility!!! #well one of these days one of us is going to do more than wait 8 years to finally go to a hospital #and someone’s going to do something that can’t be bandaided or fixed #and you’re STILL not going to understand why #and I’m never going to know what to DO WITH YOU ABOUT THIS #oh thank FUCK #finally!!!!!!! an emotion!!!!!!!! oh my god it’s been over a month since I felt a feeling #this is great #excuse me I’ll be back in a while #I’m going to go feed the baby flame of this anger and try to keep it around for a bit so I remember what existing is like #I’m genuinely so happy right now hang on #thanks to anyone who read all the way through this ily and please make sure you have any water meds rest and food you need!!!!!! #shh katie #family #i love them all so much it eats me inside #i just want everyone to be GOOD like I know they’ve been able to be when I was little

[physalian]

What No one Tells You about Writing Fantasy, #2!

I did this list about 7 annoyances about fantasy, but I write in this genre for a reason! Fantasy knows no bounds, it can encompass all other genres within it. You can write a fantastical murder mystery, fantasy horror, fantasy romance, political drama, slice-of-life, comedy, whatever you’d like!

Whether it’s urban or high fantasy, supernatural or scientific, here’s seven great benefits of writing in this genre:

1. No modern means of communication

Unless you’re writing a world with phones or phone-adjacent devices. Phones and instant communication seriously inhibits the plausibility of dramatic irony and tension when you have to keep coming up with reasons to keep your characters from calling or texting each other everything they know. It’s exhausting, I tell you, and such a relief when phones aren’t a factor.

With that said, without phones, you have complete freedom to design your own magical channels of supernatural FaceTime, as weird and zany as you want. But without instant connections? Your character who knew too much can’t pass on the intel before they die. Your hero team can’t call for backup in their darkest hour. Otherwise easily preventable tragedies and deadly miscommunications are now very real.

2. The Monster Allegory

Fantasy and sci-fi tend to overlap more than they’re set apart, and in that overlap sits the monster allegory. Everything from werewolves to vampires to witches, reapers, demons, angels, goblins, trolls, wraiths, fairies, mermaids, ghosts, to Eldritch horrors and your classic Hollywood cast of mummies, creatures from the black lagoon, and Frankenstein.

Most of the time, the monsters aren’t just monsters, they represent a monstrous aspect of society the author wants to challenge and caricaturize in a fun and entertaining way. Or, the monsters are the good guys and the humans are the real terrors. Or, you’ve got two kinds of monsters to allegory two human sides. Sometimes they represent metaphorical demons, like vampires often representing addiction and werewolves repressed identities.

What all of this boils down to is the hyperbolic nature of science fantasy that allows you to go over-the-top with your metaphor and allegory in a way that a book grounded in reality just can’t.

3. Magic Systems!

Do you love world building? Do you love filling pages upon pages with your cool and unique set of superpowers you want your characters to have? Do you dream about your fight scenes and dramatic slow-mo shots?

Then Fantasy is for you!

There are zero limits to how you want to define your magic system. You can go classic with the familiar archetypes of elemental magic, wizards, sorcerers, and witches. Or you can step off the beaten path and design a whole new funky system of power sets. Best part? Your readers will have an awesome time imagining themselves with those powers, and debating endlessly about how it works.

4. Real-World Politics, who?

Amazon’s Rings of Power was twice-doomed when they only got the rights to adapt the appendices of The Silmarillion and when they decided to inject current political problems into a timeless story written purposefully to be divorced from those politics. You *can* write about human politics, but in fantasy, you don’t have to. You *can* interpret Lord of the Rings to be an allegory about the World Wars, but no matter how hard you argue, it wasn’t written with that intent.

Which means: Even if your story is set in the reality-adjacent fantasy version of 1543, you are free from the following: Racism, homophobia, sexism, religious bigotry, mental health bigotry, gender norms, anti-feminism, toxic masculinity, and more. “But that’s how it was-”

Nope. This is fantasy. You built this world, you decided to keep in the discrimination. Or… You can fill your fantasy world with a rainbow of gays, POCs in power, women in power, men unafraid to be compassionate and caring, a religion that doesn’t foster hate and division, the list goes on. You. Are. Free.

5. Nothing is too “unrealistic”

Both that you will always have people whining about how X would never happen so write the book you want to read, but also because fantasy is fake. Fairies aren’t real. Mermaids aren’t real. There are no rules for how they must be written and that’s how we have so much variety with so much room for interpretation by so many creators. Twilight made how much money writing about vampires that sparkle like diamonds in sunlight and crack like marble?

This is fantasy, it’s supposed to be unrealistic. Yes, your plot should make sense, but don’t be afraid to get weird. Write at least some of your story dependant on those fantasy elements. Write a story that can’t just be told in the real world minus the spectacle. Don’t be afraid to be sincerely fantastical and weird. People love weird. People love loving weird.

6. You are in complete control

But you do still need to research, unfortunately. Unless this is urban fantasy that depends at least a little on the human world, yours is completely your own to govern like a god tweezing weeds from their garden. You get to design your own geography and weather patterns and seasons. Your own countries and kingdoms and politicians. Your epic pre-canon fantasy war and the stakes that it was fought over. Your species, races, and ethnicities.

It’s a shame that a movie like Avatar (2009) set out to be this wholly unique take on aliens with music completely divorced from earthly bonds, new languages and a visually and culturally distinct alien species… and ended up a largely generic blue Pocahontas in space. It forgot that it was fantasy and didn’t go weird enough. They have horses, monkeys, wolves, rhinos, and deer just re-skinned with some extra limbs and colors. It’s pretty but it’s so, so shallow.

It could have become a cult classic like many a positively *weird* 80s off-beat fantasies, and now it just… exists. It makes a whole lot of money but its impact on the cultural zeitgeist is negligible. I’m the only person I know that can name every major character in the movie, and I’m no Avatar obsessor. They had complete creative control, and this is what they did with it. Don’t be Avatar. Take your creative freedom and run.

7. Even if it has been done before, do it again

You can say this about any genre, particularly romance, but fantasy and sci-fi, by the gatekeep-y nature of their fans, can be a lot less forgiving when it comes to claims of “unoriginality”. No one hates Star Wars more than Star Wars fans. Fans of these genres can get… concerningly attached to their favorite stories (mostly because the people who like them had only their fictional heroes to protect them from very real bullies).

But Game of Thrones exists because the author likes Lord of the Rings and went “yes, but what if it was an R-rated parade of misery?” Dungeons and Dragons exists because people wanted to roleplay in an LotR-esque world. Legolas and Gimli single-handedly defined what a badass elf and dwarf looks like in high fantasy. And people still gobble up media ripping shamelessly, or even good-naturedly, from this one story.

So on my other list, I argued that the sum of your parts is still original, even if the components aren’t. On this list, I implore you this: It’s not stealing or appropriating to write another Legolas if you love Legolas. Everyone loves Legolas. How many generic buff action heroes do we have and love? How many Hallmark romances tread the same predictable path? Who gives a damn if it’s unoriginal? Just make it entertaining and have something fresh to say in the end (or don’t, that’s fine too), and people will read it.

And when people say “Oh, you mean like Legolas”, take it as a compliment, not an insult. Yes, exactly like Legolas. Here’s my new elf because I adore this other book, now watch him go on a new adventure that I wrote for him.

#writing advice #writing resources #writing tips #writing tools #writing a book #fantasy #scifi #writeblr #writing

[when-wax-wings-melt]

Y'all wanted the presentation? Here's the presentation. Image descriptions are below the cut!

(technically this wasnt part of the assignment, which was "write an essay and read at least one full page to the class" so the reason why there's those huge blocks of text is because that is taken directly from the essay. i can condense things if I WANT to condense them)

[ID: 15 screenshots of a powerpoint presentation. The text is either white or gray, and the theme is various shades of purple, typically with bubbles of dark/light purple and images.

Slide one: Title reading "Keeper of the Lost Cities: A Love-Hate-Love Relationship, And What It Can Do To Your Psyche" with three images on the side. The first image is a meme of two stick figures, the first saying "kotlc lore is second nature to us rabid fans so it's easy to forget that the average person only knows the average special ability count and one or two vackers", the second figure saying "and valin, of course," and the first saying "of course." with text at the bottom reading "Even when they're trying to compensate for it, experts in anything wildly overcompensate the average person's familiarity with their field." The other two images are of Shannon Messenger, a white woman with blonde hair. The images are captioned "The dastardly mastermind behind it all" and "meet Shannon Messenger".

Slide Two: Title reading "Background" with a block of text and two images. The text reads "In total, the Keeper of The Lost Cities (KOTLC) series has over 7000 pages, split between nine and a half books (Book 8.5 was, uselessly, a novella) with a planned tenth coming in late 2024, and a graphic novel dropping in November. It’s the kind of series that hooks you the same way a fisherman hooks a fish: with a promise of a treat that goes very, very unfulfilled." The top image is the cover of the first keeper of the lost cities book, captioned with "book one of what will soon consume my entire brain for years and years and years" and the bottom image is a fish staring at the top image as if it is a tasty treat, captioned "Poor, innocent little 6th grade me".

Slide Three: A block of text reading "This is to say: KOTLC is a good series, at least at first. It’s certainly been my core obsession for a good (or bad) five years. It’s a hook because you can’t escape once you’ve begun. It’s my own personal brand of heroine, as Edward Cullen might say if Bella were a too-long book series that doesn’t resolve any plotlines or character arcs and instead piles more information on top of worldbuilding until contradictions are more plentiful than the packed main cast." An image of Edward Cullen from twilight is captioned "Me, apparently".

Slide Four: A small caption at the top reads "If the series ever ends you can call me Brant when Jolie asked him to leave the Neverseen the way I will burn down my house and kill everyone I love (haha just a joke to get us going)​" with an image of a huge explosion below it. Text reads, "Basically, KOTLC is a good series, but the idea of recommending it feels like I’d be violating several articles of the Geneva Conventions. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. The thought of it ending is an impossibility on the scale of the apocalypse and I hope (I'd rather) the world ends before this series does."

Slide Five: Titled "Queer-Coding in the Lost Cities" with the image of Sophie Foster and Fitz Vacker on the side. Text reads, "The queer-coding doesn't just stem from Sophie’s dedicated denial of both her worth as a human being and her desire to kiss her pretty girl friends. A connection called a “Cognate Bond” is often referred to in the text as the closest two elves can become, emotionally and mentally. Cognates exist when two Telepaths (such as Sophie) have such a deep and unbreakable trust bond that they become more skilled together than they were apart. In creating and maintaining this bond, they have to complete trust exercises and not hold back secrets keeping them from total confidentiality. Sophie’s cognate is her friend (and love interest, and, debatably, ex-boyfriend) Fitz, whose romantic relationship was in a large part focused on their cognate one. Their trust exercises involve staring into each other’s eyes, holding hands, having matching rings, and Fitz telling Sophie that she’s the only person he can truly trust. Fitz also asks his father at one point if cognates are allowed to date each other— his father affirms the statement."

Slide Six: Titled "Queer-Coding: Qualden, Tiertice, and such other 🤨🏳️‍🌈 moments​" with the text, "Notably, Alden has the authority to do so since he himself was a cognate, only undergoing a nasty breakup— sorry, only losing the bond after his cognate, Quinlin, kept too many secrets. It’s implied that two other characters were once almost Cognates, only to grow too far apart when one of them, Prentice, has his sanity forcibly shattered and is locked in prison, leaving his (gay lover) best friend, Tiergan (code name Granite), to raise his son. The choice to parallel Fitz/Sophie, Alden/Quinlin, and Tiergan/Prentice was possibly not a conscious one, since Messenger has never attempted to hint at the existence of homosexuality before, but it still resonates with hundreds of queer teen readers who look at the portrayal of utter devotion and trust between two men and think, wow. this is what i see in myself.​" The image is a quote from Neverseen, reading "'What did you give him?' Granite asked, cradling Prentice like a baby. Prentice's head lolled to the side, his body limp and pale." / "Granite held Prentice tighter, whispering, 'It's going to be okay.'"

Slide Seven: Titled "Honorary Errol "I have five identities and they're all the true me" Forkle Mention​". Smaller text below reads "Strut it Magnate "I inspired Loki but don’t even ask about the horse thing" Leto!​" A picture of Mr. Forkle is next to a tumble post by me about Forkle being trans based on the Loki thing. The slide is decorated with several trans flags.

Slide Eight: Titled "Beauty Standards" with text reading "Speaking of things Shannon Messenger did subconsciously, it’s so painfully clear that this series was written by a white American woman that it makes me break out in hives. Messenger establishes very early on in the series that all elves, no matter who they are, are gorgeous in comparison to humans. For some reason that I’m sure has no correlation to Sophie and therefore Messenger’s personal biases (aka Western hetero/cisnormativity and gender roles), every single elven character is slim with clear skin and no glasses. For some reason, beards seem to be impossible for elves to grow naturally, since the only time facial hair ever appears on anyone’s face is when they take an elixir to change their appearance." An image of Sophie with her human family is captioned "Sophie with her ugly nasty disgusting human family apparently​".

Slide Nine: Text reading "Valin is a member of “the drooly boys” who, had they been “human, would’ve been skinny, with acne and braces. Since they were elves, they were fairly good-looking—or they could’ve been if they hadn’t slicked their hair into greasy ponytails” (Messenger KOTLC 170). It seems elves have evolved past the need for brown eyes, acne, crooked teeth, facial hair beyond eyebrows, and variations in body fat—not to mention most other features that make people unique. ​There is indeed a single elf who is fat and even has wrinkles (elves also don’t physically age past 30, fun fact). He alters his appearance with berries that swell his skin, making him the only unique body type besides Sophie’s human family, who are consistently thrown in terrible comparison to her new, movie-star-looking adoptive parents. The berries also make him smell, interestingly enough.​" Images of Councillors Zarina, Terik, and Clarette line the right side of the slide.

Slide Ten: Text reading: "By portraying the elves as the standard for beauty and then removing any pimple, stretch mark, fat roll, body hair, crooked tooth, big nose, or any of the thousands of features that add depth to faces and bodies, Messenger tells us that perfection lies in eliminating all “flaws.” She tells her young readers that they are desirable if they look like Sophie, or Biana, or Keefe—not Stina with her curly hair, or Dex’s too-skinny arms, or Forkle’s large stomach, or my human body.​" The family portrait of the Vackers is also there.

Slide Eleven: Text reading: "Mostly, what defines KOTLC is how it’s interpreted rather than the content itself. I look at Sophie Foster and see parts of myself, but that does not make her me. These characters always feel so painfully real, desperately relatable, as if Messenger cobbled together a main cast from bits of my life, but they are not. In the end, they are just characters. ​In the end, it’s just a series made for middle schoolers, in the same way the sun is just the sun, and the stars are just there to twinkle merrily and not to be explored.​" Sophie on the cover of Exile is also there.

Slide Twelve: Text reading "Literally the day after I finished this presentation a new Marella short story came out in the paperback version of Stellarlune (book 9). This is a quote in the short story:​" with a picture of the short story of Marella being gay about Linh. Also on the slide is "🚨🚨🚨Alert Alert!🚨🚨🚨​" "🤨🤨🤨🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️​" and "Everyone is excited about Marellinh canon but I think she will simply never acknowledge it again.​"

Slide Thirteen: Just the text "Oh, By The Way, This Series Is Off The Walls Insane​"

Slide Fourteen: Text reading "Things that happen in this series: Alicorns have sex and then there is a graphic birth scene (but the Forkle as Loki thing is going too far 🤨)​, Love Interest confesses his feelings by telling Sophie he wants her to be assigned to marry him by the government​, An ogre bodyguard plays matchmaker with her charge and his crush (successfully)​, There's a guy who can sense "potential" except is definitely lying about this​, Villains die so disappointingly. So far we have "hit on head with rock" "smushed by door opened too quickly" "exploded" "fell into evil birthing sauce" (this last one was cool though)​, and A school principal becomes president​" Three tumblr screenshots and memes detailing other things that happen in the book are also there.

Slide Fifteen: THE END. A screenshot captioned with "Credits for the fake book 7 cover go to @/aphelea on tumblr​" shows a canva/booktok style fake cover for Flashback, with a dancing couple, a horse, and the words "he was a boy. she was a horse. could I make it any more obvious?"

/end id]

#this id was HELLLLLLL by the way. like I had to take breaks and stuff this was TERRIBLE #i hope it's good enough because fellows. my eye is actively twitching from writing that shit out manually #anyways hope u enjoy the essay might make it somewhere sometime blah blah #summer rambles #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #the essay was actually mainly about sophie's insecurity but #it's even better w the transitions #i'll have you know my class LOVED this they were giggling and chortling and such #if the quality is bad. well. good thing we have these lovely image descriptions

[kooktrash]

bunny adventures | jeon jungkook HYBRID AU

summary | you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

warnings | 13.6k words, smut, hybrid!Jungkook x human!reader, mentions of ownership, past abuse, trauma, degradation, heat cycles, possessiveness, scenting, spit, biting kink, male masturbation, pillow humping, raw sex, rutting, grinding, doggy, missionary, aftercare, Jungkook is clingy and insecure, soft, cunnilingus, breeding kink, dirty talk [hybrids!jimin,taegyung,namjoon {humans!yoongi,hoseok,jin}]

“Come on Y/n. You know I have social anxiety, I don’t want to go alone.”

“Fine, hurry up and come get me.”

You were in no mood to be going out on a Sunday. Sunday’s were your lazy days, you liked to stay home and do absolutely nothing for the full 24 hours. Your friend, Yoongi, seemed to have other plans. Lately he’s been going on and on about his lack of companionship, how he’s been by himself for too long. You told him to get a girlfriend but he said there’s no one he likes. You tell him to get a pet he says no he’ll forget about them. You tell him to join a book club he says he hates reading. What did this man want?

A hybrid. That’s what. He wants a built-in friend, someone he can take care of and always have around. He tells you to go with him and after arguing about it for a good ten minutes you agreed. You don’t understand why he’d wanted to adopt a hybrid like they were some pet or something but you weren’t going to argue with him over it. Instead you got changed as quickly as you could, grabbed all of your things and waited for him to tell you he was here. In the car he had a clipboard sitting on your seat. When you looked over it your brows could only furrow, “What is this?”

“It’s a list of what I’m looking for. I can’t go in unprepared,” he explained as you skimmed over it. They had to be at least in their twenties, didn’t matter the sex, clean, organized, etc. You didn’t like how it felt like buying property but you kept it quiet.

One of your closest friends was a hybrid actually. Truth be told your parents adopted him before you were even born. He was a couple years older than you and they couldn’t conceive so they bought him. Namjoon is his name and he was a koala hybrid. He was raised as your older brother almost but when he turned eighteen your parents offer to give him his rights now that he was no longer a minor and he wasn’t able to be owned any longer. He still calls them every now and then, calls them his foster parents but it’s you he’s looked out for the most.

He’s really the one who taught you that people aren’t for sale. That he would always be grateful to your parents for the life they’d given him but that he wished his kind wasn’t so oppressed. That he longed to be his own person with his own family just like him and he wouldn’t have to worry about going out alone without someone belittling him.

“So this is our cat unit, you can find a variety of species ranging from your common household feline to a much larger, predatory breed such as the tiger…”

You listened to your tour guide talk about them like they were some product being introduced. You stared into the large glass rooms where hybrids lounged around playing card games or watching tv. Only a few came up to the window but not many. They were all older, the younger were kept in a different department.

“This is Jimin, Jimin come here!” The guide called out as the three of you stepped into the room. A man only a few inches taller than you came over, tail behind him swaying rhythmically. He flashed a cute peachy smile and the guide introduced him, “He’s a good one.”

You tuned out Yoongi talking over with the guide as you wandered off. You didn’t really care about all the add-ons of information. You were cold, this place was freezing, all metal and glass. It looked nowhere near as home-y as the website made it out to be. You walked past other glass rooms, one filled with canine hybrids, birds, bears, bunnies.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” You jumped a little startled when Yoongi and the guide came up behind you. Yoongi now had a few pamphlets in hand. You looked back to the rabbit hybrids, “Uh, yeah.”

The guide opened the door before you could protest and Yoongi led you in. You looked back to him with furrowed brows, “Come on it wouldn’t hurt to look. You’ve got that extra bedroom anyways.”

Okay, yeah you did have an extra bedroom. But that’s only because your roommate up and went to move in with her boyfriend and ditched you. You couldn’t end the lease early so she offered to still pay for her half until it ended which was in just a mere months. Either way you weren’t looking to own/adopt anyone.

“We’ve got Stella here she’s a dwarf rabbit so she’s pretty petite, good for a female owner like yourself,” the guide told you pointing to a girl who couldn’t be more than 5’0. Stella flashed a smile as her tiny bunny ears stood straight. The guide went on, “She didn’t finish high school but she pretty good at chores around the house an—Jungkook!”

The guide suddenly yelled out, “You get your ass back out here! You don’t go back to your rooms till six.” He looked over to you with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, he’s trouble that one. It’s hard to keep my composure with runners like him. The absolute worst, they don’t know what’s good for them.”

You looked to Yoongi who only stared off in the hybrid’s direction. You followed his gaze and to say you were surprised was an understatement. You’d never seen a hybrid covered in so many tattoos and piercings. The guide must’ve caught you staring cause he went on, “That’s Jungkook, and trust me little lady it’s better if you just ignore his presence. He’s been in and out of homes since he was little, runs away first chance he gets, a big pain in the ass for us since his previous owners always want some damn refund for him. He’s a good for nothing other than getting into trouble. Last time he ran we found him covered in tattoos and piercings. We dragged him back here.”

He leaned closer as if to tell a secret, “Between us he’s getting shipped off to Hong Kong next week. Maybe the facility over there will have better luck finding him a home, if not he’s got hell coming for him. They’ve got stricter laws for runaways like him.” He cleared his throat as he pointed to someone else, “There’s Belle too, she’s a beauty, pure white polish rabbit. She’d make for a great friend if you’re looking for them.”

“Do you have meeting rooms?” You asked hopeful and the guide nodded. He crossed his arms in front of him as he listened in, “Sure do, Yoongi here has asked to meet with Jimin too before he buys, we can arrange the same for you. Who’d you like to get to know? Stella? Belle? We’ve got Junho over there, he’s a good buck—“

“Jungkook.”

“Miss, I don’t think he’d be a good fit for you,” the guide spoke just as Yoongi was glaring at you in confusion. You just shook your head, “I think that’s for me to decide.”

So you were shoved into a meeting room. It was only minutes before Jungkook arrived and when he did the workers made sure to remind him to be on his best behavior. He didn’t say anything for a long time, ears twitching in every direction as they listened on alert. He shook his head suddenly, “Whatever it is you’re looking to get out of me, I’m not doing it. If you force me to do anything I don’t want to do I’m running. I don’t care if you’re the sweetest person in the world—“

“Oh,” you didn’t know what to say. To be honest you had no clue why you even requested a meeting. Surely it was because of the way the guide talked about this man. Like he wasn’t a person but just someone here to make their work harder. You hated people like the guide, rude as hell and they thought they could say anything about anyone. If Namjoon was here he’d have stood up for the hybrids.

Your silence was beginning to get on his nerves. His foot was tapping anxiously, “Well, what do you want? I know you’re not going to ‘adopt’ me so what is it that you want?”

You watched him closely. He was quiet and distant but you could up on certain anxious cues. The way his eyes darted from one direction to the other in curiosity and avoidance. His foot thumped against the floor every now and then and he’d look down at his lap almost bashful but you knew that wasn’t possible. The guide said he was a runner but you had no clue what that meant. Unless he’d been thrown into homes he didn’t want to be in. So really that thought alone is what had you finally speaking up, “Would it be wrong if I did? I’ve got an extra room at my place just collecting dust. They said they’re sending you to Hong Kong next week, and well, if you don’t want to go you can come home with me.”

“Why?” He asked feeling more alert. Was he actually going to get sent away? He didn’t want to go. He was already stuck here he couldn’t imagine being stuck somewhere else. “Why do you even want to? What are you gaining out of this? I’m not gonna sleep with you—“

“Oh!” You cut him off looking just as appalled at the idea as him, “Um, well, this is awkward. No, I had no plans to—okay, well clearly this whole thing is a misunderstanding.”

“Wait!” His face flushed in embarrassment, maybe he did read this wrong? But when he looked at you he really couldn’t understand it. You were young, probably younger than him honestly, you were pretty and well kept, clean and you smelled of… lavender? He saw you come in, everyone was buzzing about the cute couple looking to adopt so he wasn’t sure why you wanted him out of everyone. Like he said, he wouldn’t sleep with you even if your boyfriend was a bad lay. That’s why he left his third owner a few years back, thought she could touch him however she wanted just because she owned him. He left that night. He wouldn’t go through that again. But you seemed different, a much better option than Hong Kong that’s for sure.

“What would I have to do if I go with you?” He spoke like he had a choice but he knew there wasn’t one. Your kind never gave them a choice no matter how kind you claimed to be. You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, whatever you want? I just, I came with a friend today and I didn’t really expect to find anyone… but I do have the space and I’m sure you’d find something to occupy yourself with… if you choose to come home with m—“

“Stop acting like it’s my choice,” he cut you off shaking his head, “Either you want to take me or you don’t.”

Shit. Okay. “Well, I wouldn’t mind having a roommate—“ “You mean pet?”

You stood abruptly, his ears twitching at the sound, “Okay, clearly you don’t want to leave this place and I’m not going to sit around and beg someone to come with me when I didn’t even want… whatever, you can go back.”

“Wait!” He stopped you again. Why did he stop you? His ears dropped fully giving up, “Yes. Yes I want to go with you, please. I’m sorry, I don’t want to go to Hong Kong.”

You ignored all of the guide’s warnings. He advised you to pick someone else but you argued against it. In the end he couldn’t do anything but let you take him and you piled into Jungkook’s car. Yoongi did end up choosing Jimin. You sat up front with Yoongi knowing immediately what his silence meant. He let out a sigh, “Namjoon is gonna have something to say.”

You ignored him. You knew Namjoon was going to have something to say, he always did. He’d most likely give you an earful about what you’ve done. It’s not that he’d think you shouldn’t take someone in but you were scared he’d get you in trouble for practically buying a hybrid. Then he’d tell you something about the fact that you were going to waste money on someone else when you barely made anything at all at your part time. You immediately sent him a text asking him to come over.

Jungkook had decided that you and the man you came with were friends. If you weren’t friends then you sucked as a couple considering he saw no chemistry between you two. The hybrid your friend bought was familiar to Jungkook. On the rare occasion they were allowed out of their hybrid units and able to interact with other species. He’s only seen Jimin a handful of times but he knows well enough that he’s a good guy. When the car stopped finally it was in front of a building apartment complex with a gate around it. You surprised him when you reached into the trunk and grabbed his bag for him. He didn’t have much other than a few pieces of clothes but nothing grand. He was still confused, what did you plan on doing with him? Keep him around the place like some pet?

“Is there anything you want me to call you by? Do you like being called Jungkook? Is there anything else? You remember my name, right? Y/n, it’s Y/n,” you told him up the stairs. He barely nodded, “Jungkook is fine.”

When they stopped in front of a door he watched you take your key and open the door. Inside he was overwhelmed with even more of your scent. It was soft, and honestly kind of lovely, but suffocating. Lavender was your main scent he could pick up easily and it was everywhere. The place was big, bigger than he thought, large spaces and even a ladder over a half wall that led up to a small loft by the high ceiling. He’d never been in a home like this, not by one owner that is.

“You can leave your shoes there,” you pointed down and he did as told. You placed some guest slippers in front of him and he took them quietly. “This is gonna be your room, sorry there’s not much, I wasn’t expecting to… have company.”

You led him into a bedroom. There was a bed with no sheets, a dresser, a closet, his own window. It seriously made no sense. In the past he’d been lucky enough to have a mattress on the floor. You set his duffel bag on the bed and left quickly, he took the chance to look around. When you came back you had a couple pillows and blankets in your hand. He looked to you waiting for instruction but when you opened your mouth to speak you were cut off by the bell ringing. You ran out of the room and went to the front door leaving him alone yet again.

“Y/n!” Jungkook’s ears twitched at the sound of your name being called. His nose scrunched picking up the scent of two unfamiliars. He couldn’t stop himself from leaving his room, surprise etched on his face at the sight. A tiger hybrid was nuzzling into your side, giddy almost as you hugged him back. Next to him was another hybrid with short rounded ears and glasses. Did you have a fetish for hybrids? Is that why he was here?

The taller male seemed to catch sight of Jungkook first, stopping in his tracks at the sight. He flashed a smile, “Hey, I’m Namjoon, that’s Taehyung.”

“Jungkook,” he muttered under his breath coming to stand behind you. You were the only familiar thing around right now and that was saying much considering he only just met you too.

“Yoongi tells me he got a hybrid?” Namjoon turned back to you, “Let me guess, you did too.”

“Yes, bu—“ Namjoon took your arm and pulled you away. Jungkook watched in alert as you winced a little at the hold and before he came make a move to follow you Taehyung was following.

“It’s better if we stay out of it man,” Taehyung said plopping down onto the couch and taking your remote. What was going on? Who were these people? Why did he have his feet on your coffee table? Taehyung chuckled at Jungkook’s frozen state and ushered him over, “It’s family stuff, trust me you don’t want to get involved.”

Family? Jungkook almost scoffed at that.

In the other room Namjoon was staring down at you with his arms crossed, “So let me get this straight, you were only going with Yoongi to help him find someone, you got roped into finding one for yourself because you felt bad? Are you fucking crazy? He’s older than you too! You chose someone who can be a danger and you don’t even care! Have you told your parents?”

Your parents? You sat down avoiding his gaze, “They were your parents for a while too.”

He sighed, “No Y/n, they owned me. I loved them but they never gave me the freedom they gave you. Not until they wanted to get rid of me and set me off on my own. You’re the only one I care about and I don’t want to see you become like them, this isn’t like you. You don’t buy people, you know better.”

Jungkook couldn’t hear anything, but until Namjoon was coming out and looking at Taehyung, “Come on let’s go. He’s got some settling in to do so we’ll leave them to it.”

“Aw! I haven’t even had a chance to play with Y/n—“ Namjoon glared at Taehyung, “Okay, okay, we’ll come back another time I guess.”

Jungkook waited for them to leave, he waited for you to come out of your room but you never did. Retreating to the room you’d sent him to. He dumped his things out stuffing into drawers even though it’d easily all fit in just one. He wanted a shower but it’d be more like a rinse considering he didn’t have anything to wash himself with. The sun had set and all he had to do was stare out the window watching the stars come out one by one. He could hear your footsteps thudding across the hardwood floor and when a knock came to the door he surprisingly jumped out of his seat. He looked to the door as you stood there, “Can I come in?”

His breath evened out as he nodded his head watching you come in. You had something in your hands but he barely focused on that. His eyes stuck on his new owner’s teary eyes and puffy face. You didn’t even meet his eyes as you thrusted papers his way, “These are your personal documents, all I’ve gotta do is sign the bottom and then you’ll be unable to count as property again.”

He stared down at the papers, his what? “What are you doing?”

“Namjoon is right, I didn’t want this. You didn’t want this,” you took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought I could just… but you like you’re some type of pet but that’s not me. Tomorrow morning we can go to the court office and have you legally unbound from me and anyone el—“

“Are you insane?” His voice rose as he threw the papers onto the bed, “That guy doesn’t know what he’s talking about! I’ll have nowhere to go, I won’t even be able to go back to the hybrid facility, you don’t just decide to throw someone away because it’s harder than you thought!”

He could feel his anxiety going up, foot beginning to thump against the floor, tail twitching and he had to sit onto the bed to stop himself, “You’ve been stuck with me for less than a day and already regret it. That’s gotta be a new record for me.”

“No, no, I,” you stopped taking cautious steps toward him until you sat down next to him, “I just thought you would rather be out there like Namjoon and Taehyung.”

“Yeah well clearly they were some of the lucky ones with somewhere to go,” he scoffed thinking back on the two he just met. He didn’t like them already, “Us unfortunates only have owners and facilities to go to if we want a roof over our head and that’s already asking for too much.”

You never thought about it like that. When your parents released Namjoon he left with a savings account, he was able to go to college and find an affordable place to live while he found a job. He met Taehyung through school and the two became roommates soon after. Taehyung was slightly different than Taehyung. He’d been born as an illegitimate son to a wealthy man who had relations with a hybrid tigress. He was never up to be owned. They both had opportunities given to them that Jungkook never recieved. If he was on his own then he wouldn’t have the outcome the other two got without some more suffering.

“If you don’t want me just send me back.” He didn’t want to go back but he’d never admit it now. In just one day you’ve provided him better sleeping quarters than he’s ever been allowed in and if he were to go back he’d be sent to Hong Kong. You left the documents on the night stand when you left, telling him you’d need to think about it so he let you. Obviously some day he’d want to be released just like you’d said but not yet. Not when there was no where to go or money to his name. He stuffed them into an empty drawer and went to bed.

“Alright so classes start on Wednesday again,” you told him the next morning, shuffling around the kitchen making breakfast, “So I think we should go get groceries today since I didn’t have a chance to this weekend. You can shower and wash up in my bathroom if you’d like.”

With those orders he did as told. He took deep inhales off your shampoo, pieces clicking together on why you smelled so good. It was soft against his ears and he liked the silkiness of them after, especially on his tail. He took longer than he should’ve but he couldn’t help it. The water was warm, unlike the facility’s, and he wasn’t being timed. He brushed his teeth with the extra toothbrush you set out for him and even washed his face. When he came back out in a black t-shirt and black joggers he found you at the table eating toast. There was a plate across from yours and you motioned for him to sit so he did. Breakfast was quiet, you were on your phone mostly.

He was surprised to know you had a car too. You let him sit up front with you and he hated how excited it made him, staring out all the windows watching everything blur past him. You seemed to be in a better mood today so he didn’t want to push his luck. Who knows when you’d try and throw him out again so better to be on his best behavior. He’s already decided he’ll stick it out with you. You’ve given him no reason to run so he’ll see how far he can get.

The first trip was actually to a cellphone company, you got him set up with a phone under your name and gave it to him, “I’ll be in class or at work a lot so better for you to have some way to contact me or anyone.”

The next stop was at a department store, you told him to pick out a few extras shirts and stuff he might need and you bought that too. You bought him lunch and then you went to the grocery store. He hated how easy everything was going like there’s a catch or something.

You bought him snacks and pretty much anything he looked at and soon enough you were back in the apartment. Jungkook carried most of the things deciding to make himself useful and helped you put everything away. “It’s good that you’re helping, gives you a chance to familiarize yourself with the place better. You have free reign to the apartment just letting you know, okay?”

The next day you didn’t leave the apartment other than a short shift in the afternoon. He distracted himself enough with the tv in the living room but he grew bored soon enough. When you got home he kept his distance but made sure you’d be easy to find.

On Wednesday he was stuck alone. You hadn’t even woken him up to tell him you were leaving, all he had was a text from you.

you: I won’t be home till about 8:00, I’ve got a shit at the store after classes. there’s food in the kitchen or I left some $ on counter

He huffed in annoyance. Was he supposed to go out there on his own? With his luck they’d think he was some runaway and send him right back where he didn’t want to go. He made himself a bowl of Trix cereal [what can he say? the bunny in the cover was entertaining], and watched movies. He took a nap, he showered twice, he paced back and forth in the living room, damn he almost went as far as to nibble on the table leg just to relieve the itch of boredom.

Did he really just expect you to sit around all day? Every day that you were busy?

When you got home he wanted to act like he hadn’t been waiting at the door for you practically all day. You threw your backpack down on the floor and quickly shuffled around, “Yoongi and Jimin are coming over.”

He was moody. Of course he was moody! You, his owner, barely even glanced at him. Barely told him a word much less what to waste his time on. Not even when you got home did you pay him any mind and instead focused on your friend Yoongi.

“This is your room?” Jimin asked tossing himself onto the bed. He now he’d bed sheets and throw pillows everywhere. Jungkook nodded, still feeling shy around the other hybrid. Jimin on the other hand was practically an open book the shy bunny, stretching comfortably on his bed and nuzzling his cat ears for comfort, “It’s big! It’s bigger than my room but Yoongi hyung bought me a TV.”

“So what do you do all day?” Jungkook asked him suddenly. Jimin shrugged, “Nothing really. Hyung tells me he was bored of being alone and wanted a friend so that’s what I am. We watch movies and go out to eat. Heck, he told me this weekend we’ll go out for drinks! I’ve never been so relaxed. He said I could go back to school if I want to, says there’s grants for hybrids and their owners to attend schooling.”

Jungkook and Jimin came back out to see Yoongi helping you with something on the laptop. Jungkook’s never put his hands on one before but he’s obviously seen one enough times to know what it is. “We’ll live soon Min,” Yoongi had said as he leaned into you to stare at the screen better, “I just gotta proofread this for Y/n and then we’ll go. It’s already late.”

“Oh shit it is,” you looked at the time, well past 10:00pm and you looked to Jungkook, “Am I keeping you up?”

With an annoyed such he left without another goodbye. Locking his door and hiding away.

Now, you’ve been living with Jungkook for over a week now and there are some things you’ve already noticed. The first being how moody he was. Were rabbit hybrids always so moody? It’s like one second he’d be nice and the next he’d lock himself in his room. You wondered if he was bored, you didn’t fail to notice the way the place was always so clean when you got home despite the mess you’d leave the night before.

You’ve been studying a lot of articles about living with a rabbit hybrid and you’ve only been able to notice some of those patterns with Jungkook. He can be clingy at times, mostly when you got home but he never really bothered you. He was just always there in the background too nervous to come forward. You also realized you’ve never even asked him about his heats, how often they come, how he wants to deal with them, and pretty ridiculous but you even bought him some teething sticks.

You were currently researching every possible way you can make him comfortable when he came knocking on your door. He was shy almost, his ears flopping down to the sides and shuffling inside. You stared at the packet in his hands nervously. He cleared his throat, “I was just wondering if you’ve decided what to do now.”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as he stood in front of you, nose twitching as he forced himself to look anywhere but at you. He nodded his head, “Yes. You told me you’d think about what you were going to do and it’s already been a week. I just want to know if I have to pack up my things.”

“Jungkook what do you mean?” You asked taking the papers from him and watching his head fall as you did so. He knew it. That’s why you’ve been avoiding him. He feels like you’re never around and he believed it’s because you don’t want to be in the same room as him for long.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he confessed, “I know you regret buying me so if you want to send me off I just want to know so I can be prepared.”

“I’m not—I haven’t been ignoring you, it’s been some busy last days. I’m sorry if it came off that way,” you sighed unable to stop yourself from reaching for his hand that sat on his lap. It’s how you’d comfort any friend who was upset. He flinched a little from your touch so you went to release him when he held on tighter urging you to continue, “I don’t plan on sending you off. I left them in there for you to know it’s your choice on what happens with you.”

His brows furrowed as he pulled his bottom lip between his bunny teeth nibbling lightly. He pulled your hand into his chest clasping both of his larger hands around it, “I want you to sign them but I don’t want to leave. I like being with you but I know that if you sign those you’ll probably want me to leave.”

You weren’t expecting that from the stand off-ish bunny. This whole time you thought he still hated being here when in reality he just hated being here alone. You took a deep breath slipping your hand out of his hold and rubbing his back. He stuttered at the touch resisting the urge to thump his foot with your back rubs. You smiled as his eyes shut and you brought your hand up carefully to run you’re fingers through his hair, “If you want me to sign them I won’t kick you out. My lease doesn’t end till September anyway so I’ll have that extra room no matter what.”

He nodded, a little lost in the feeling not noticing when you took the papers off the bed, “So do you want me to sign? I can drop them off at the courtroom tomorrow.”

His eyes opened, when had he closed them? He drew out a shaky breath, “Okay. I promise I’ll get a job and carry my own weight—“

“It’s okay Jungkook,” you smiled letting your hand drop from his hair as you stood in search for a pen. You let him watch you sign it and he did the same.

The next morning Jungkook woke up to any empty house as usual. He was feeling extra lazy today and stretched himself out on the bed limb from limb. He came out even more sluggish from his room nibbling in a teething stick like he did every morning and flipped through the channels on his tv. You bought him one a couple days ago and he’s been obsessed with a superhero since he first watched it. His ears stood in alert at the sound of a key jiggling. Still he refused to drag himself out of his cocoon. Who knows what time you’d be back tonight. It all depends on how late your classes are and if you work. It’s yet another day he’s spending alone. He thinks it might be taking a toll on him, being alone all the time. It makes him think about you more. What are you doing? Where are you? What did you have for lunch? Have you even eaten at all? Would he ever get to hang out with his owner alone or—?

“Jungkook! Breakfast!” His tail attempted a wag but the small fluff ball just twitched as his ears perked up. With his teething stick hanging off his lips he was hurrying out of bed, running out of his room. You stood by the dining table, take out boxes in hand and when you heard the shuffling of feet you smiled. Did your hybrid always look so cute this early in the morning? You always had class early and you hated waking him up. On weekends you’d sleep in and when you’d be up he’d already be showered and dressed for the day. He was a very clean bunny.

He searched around for your backpack or something but they were no where in sight. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and his fluffy hair covered his face just a little as he took a seat. You brought two plates and some silverware before beginning to dish out breakfast. There were eggs, bacon, carrot pancakes, cinnamon bagels and cream cheese. He watched as you served him, eyes never leaving your form? What were you doing home? “I dropped the documents off this morning,” you told him as you grabbed him a drink, “They said it might take a week to go through.”

“A-are you going to class?” He asked letting his doe eyes follow you around the table as you took a seat across from him. You shook your head no, “No. I took the day off. You’re right, I’ve been too busy lately and haven’t had time to hang out with you one on one.”

“Oh,” he couldn’t stop his foot from thumping on the floor in excitement over the thought of spending a day with you. After breakfast you told him to get ready and he practically ran out of his seat. In your car he kept asking where you were going, if you were there yet, if he could roll the window down and stick his head out.

“Have you ever been here before?” You asked as you led him to the line into the large building. His eyes were looking everywhere, scooting closer to you when more people passed. At one point he was hiding behind you when you reached the front desk. Frozen in his spot upon seeing the model of prehistoric shark bones hanging over head you turned to him. Without another thought you took his hand and felt him squeeze you in his hold as you led him further into the aquarium.

“No,” he answered simply dragging you away to a jellyfish exhibit. His hands on the glass, lips parted in amazement.

After the aquarium you had a late lunch and then a grocery run. The entire time Jungkook was giddy, reaching for your hand and pulling you along behind him with excitement. Back at the apartment after putting the groceries away you asked him, “Want to watch a movie?”

And of course he agreed. He was tasked with finding a movie and he wanted to show you the marvel movie he’s been obsessed with lately. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’ve seen Iron Man a dozen of times. In truth he’s never had freedom like this, he’s never had the luxury to go out to an aquarium or watch movies to his heart’s content. It was in the middle of the second movie when he let out a small yawn, you looked over to him taking note of his glossy eyes following the movie.

“Y/n,” he spoke suddenly not dragging his eyes away from the TV, you could see a light flush of crimson under his cheeks now, “Can I put my head on your lap?”

You nodded your head watching him smile widely as he shimmied to lay down and let out a sigh in content. What you by surprise if when he searched around for your hand, “Can you pet me again like you did last night?”

He placed your hand down on his head of hair and you quickly understood what he meant. Jungkook’s ears twitched whenever you got too close to their base and you weren’t sure if it was a good sign or not. While watching the movie you let your hand trail further down to the nape of his neck and twisted a few short hairs around your fingers and he was shaking his foot. Suddenly he turned in your hold, face centimeters away from your stomach and you gasped, “I like when you touch me.”

He what? You ignored the sudden race of your heart beat as you cleared your throat, “So, uh, what made you get all these tattoos?”

“Do you not like them?” He asked, corners of his lips threatening to sag at the notion as he looked at you with saddened eyes. You shook your head, “No! I mean, no it’s not like that. I like them, a lot actually, I just wanted to know when you decided to get them all done and how.”

He pushed his face into your shirt, seeming to take a deep inhale if your lavender scent that managed to calm his growing nerves. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

He sniffed again, mmm you smell so good. Your stomach tensed as he pressed further in before sighing, “My last owner, before you, she was this older woman I had when I was seventeen. She had a lot of money and often times would throw these big parties and invite all her rich friends. She used to… she always showed me off, saying how perfect I look. How strong and tall I am. She’d show me off to her friends and tell them how much of a good boy I was and how I looked like a doll.”

He stopped for a second as if remembering and you debated telling him he didn’t have to continue if he didn’t want to. Unfortunately you were already getting a picture. He went on swallowing the lump in his throat, “I was always clean. She’d parade me around, call me her doll and admire my complexion. She wasn’t very nice when we were alone though. She always made me do things I didn’t like… She would leave marks on me and tell me she liked how pure I looked and only she could touch me like this.”

“Koo—“ “Anyway I got tired of it and one day I went out on my own after curfew, met this jaguar hybrid who did tattoos underground and I met up with him. I got most done in one go, I didn’t get back till the next morning and when she saw what I did she kicked me out. It made me realize that I liked being able to control what I looked like even if it meant someone would get mad so I couldn’t stop doing changes on myself. When the facility found me they gave me a good beating for what I did and didn’t feed me for a few days.”

Oh my god. You couldn’t stop your heart from breaking. Poor Jungkook. He wasn’t even an adult yet. He went through so much and you had absolutely no idea what that was like. Without thinking you let your hand rest on his cheek as you leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his temple. He bit into his bottom lip, never having you so close like that and he couldn’t stop the tear drop from slipping. You simply wiped it away and kissed his forehead next, “I can’t even imagine what you’ve gone through Bun.”

His heart did a surprising leap at the small term of endearment as he let his eyes fall shut feeling your hand caress his cheek. You smiled down at him, “I want you to know that whether you decide to stay or someday leave my side I will always be your friend. No matter what.”

Things were changing between you. In the week that followed he recited his paperwork and now it meant he could legally find a job. You helped him find something related to art and just your luck you found a hybrid tattoo shop looking for apprentices. With class and work you had limited time with him still but you tried your best to hang out with him as much as you could.

You never knew rabbit hybrids to be so clingy though. Whenever you were home Jungkook was right there by your side, nuzzling his nose into your neck from behind, nibbling on your palm when you caressed his face, getting possessive when Yoongi and Jimin would come over. Last night he even tried convincing you to let him sleep in your bed with you.

Tonight Namjoon and Taehyung came over. Namjoon was happy Jungkook was being treated well and was able to be on his own sometimes. You called him your roommate now. The four of you were drinking now.

“Come on Y/n, you gotta do what the I say!” Taehyung whined as he pulled on your arm oblivious to the harsh glare Jungkook was sending him. Taehyung smiled cutely at you as he scooted closer. He was your friend too and had been so excited when Namjoon asked him to tag along. Of course he’d come! He’d get to see you and maybe your new friend Jungkook would want to be his friend too! What wasn’t there to like about coming over?

“I’m game master and I say Y/n has to pet my ears whenever I want!” He said, long tiger tail swaying behind him, trickling up your arm. Rolling your eyes you nodded, “Fine, okay.” He leaned into you, smiling softly when he was face to face with you and purring when you did as told.

Jungkook just sat back and watched. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like this feeling growing in his chest making it ache. He did not like that you were touching Taehyung like that. You should only touch him like that, he was your bunny no matter what the documents said anymore. Before he could stop himself he was rising, not sparing a second glance as he stormed off to his room. Your brows furrowed watching him, what’s wrong? You rose to go after him when Namjoon spoke, “I think we should call it a night.”

When you went to object he was already forcing Taehyung off you. He must’ve known something you didn’t. Hell, he was aware of something not even Jungkook could pinpoint. You followed after him when the two left. He was pacing around in his room, ears shot straight, walking back and forth nibbling on his teething stick to soothe him. He looked over to you when he smelled you approaching first. He’s always been sensitive to your scent first. He marched up to you and without thinking he walked around you.

What was wrong with him? He couldn’t understand why he just got so upset right now. He’s the one who lives with you, he’s the one who gets to see you every day. He’s the one who gets pet by you every day. He knows he’s got a special place in your heart so why was he so bothered by Taehyung and you tonight? He knows he can get back rubs and pets whenever he wants so why was he annoyed that you’d been paying attention to Taehyung instead of him. You couldn’t understand what was happening right now. He was walking around you in circles, feet thumping, fluffy tail twitching every now and then. You could see a small dribble of spit from the corner of his mouth as he gnawed on the teething stick in thought. You had to stick an arm out and stop him, “Are you feeling okay?”

He looked to you abruptly, he almost forgot you were there. And when he looked at you he suddenly grew embarrassed. The stick fell from his lips and he was shaking his head, “Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I-I think I should go to bed.”

“Do you need to take anything?” You asked and he shook his head. When you made a move to leave he surprised you by wrapping his arms around you, “Can I maybe sleep with you tonight? I promise I won’t hog the blanket.”

“Kook… I don’t know,” you looked away from him making him pout trying to win you over with big innocent eyes.

“Please? I-I just want to spend some more time with you,” he nuzzled his face into your neck feeling himself relax inhaling your scent. You smelled so good, your skin was so soft and he couldn’t get enough of it. Giving in you let follow you to your room and motioned for him to go ahead and lay down on one side. The second you were in the bed he was pulling you toward him. You wanted to argue but didn’t have the heart to. Instead you let him cling to your side, nose brushing against the flesh of your neck and ears hitting your face repeatedly. He was eager almost and after the last swipe of his ear against your eye you were whining, “Jungkook!”

He pulled away only to sniff your hair, rub his nose against your cheek, lead his hand around your waist. He was overthinking again. How was he supposed to compete with all the other men in your life? You already had Yoongi and Namjoon. On top of that you had Jimin now who was just as obsessed with your pets as Taehyung. He imagined all the other men in your life too and he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “Y/n, why haven’t I seen any lover of yours?”

If you had been drinking something you were positive you’d be spitting it back out right now. You turned in his arms and he took the opportunity to scoot even closer to you. His large rabbit feet rubbing against yours. You didn’t know what to say. It’s not that you didn’t date or haven’t dated in the past. Oh you’ve dated alright but you’ve been so busy lately it hasn’t been at the top of your mind. The last guy you dated was a couple months ago and it wasn’t a serious relationship. A few dates here and there, a few hook ups too. You just shrugged your shoulders, hand rising to his hair and running your fingers through the fluffy locks, “Why don’t you go to sleep?”

By morning he’d woken up to the usual empty apartment. You had class early mornings so he spent them typically alone. What he didn’t anticipate for the morning was waking up in cold sweat. His hair was stiff against his forehead, his body felt unbelievably hot and he kicked your sheets away. It felt as if he couldn’t move without making a hiss and when he looked down he understood why. A large tent was formed under his shorts and just the thought of you possibly seeing that was enough for him to groan out loud in annoyance.

It doesn’t take much for him to be pulling his pants up to see the damage, a large erect cock staring back at him.

Jungkook exhaled deeply though his nostrils as he gives in and let’s his hand trail down his stomach. It slipped under the waistband of his shorts to see the damage and lo and behold he was unbelievably hard. With his lip pulled between his bunny teeth he looked around cautiously to make sure he was really alone before being his hand around the thickness of his erection. His response was almost immediate. When was the last time he did this again? Definitely not since he moved in with you. Curiously he began slowly rubbing his hand against his member, rolling the length around, rougher now as if to catch a good feel. His face turned to the side inhaling the scent of your pillow without thinking much on it and with his leaking precum he began to massage himself harder over his briefs, back-and-forth, up-and-down motions that made his chest tighten. The tingling heat of pleasure making his toes curl around the edges of your blanket. He’d practically forgotten where he was.

It doesn’t take him long for his breath to hitch, for him to start panting and rock into his hand with rolls of his hips that make his heart flutter. It didn’t take long for his imagination to take him to you. His pretty owner. No, scratch that. He didn’t have an owner. His pretty own human. Mmm, yes that’s it. You were his person, not his owner, his friend. And he wasn’t thinking so nicely about his friend at the moment. He dips his hand beneath the waistband and—fuck—he’s forgotten how good it feels when he plays with his cock. He moans shallowly, quietly into the sheets as he strokes the length of his cock. The slick drag of a thumb up the vein along the side and circling around his angry mushroom tip rubbing the precum around makes him shudder until his toes curl, his back arching into a bend as he bucks into his hand now.

He can’t believe he’s doing this in your bed… and he’d be lying if he said that didn’t add on to the excitement. You were the nicest person he’d ever met. You treated him so well and he was free with you. You were pretty too, oh so pretty that his eyes couldn’t help but follow the curves of your hips when you walked or steal glances at the small rounded mounded of your nipples when you went braless. The little shorts you wore sometimes that left little to the imagination about how tempting your body was to any prying eyes. And oh was he always prying. Not like it mattered though, he wondered if you’d dress so provocative if you didn’t see him as just some rabbit hybrid.

It made him wonder of what you’d think seeing him in your bed like this, his hand in his pants stroking his heavy dick to the thought of you. Would you see him as a man then? He let his eyes fall over his surroundings, he had slept in your bed. With you in his arms sleeping on the pillow next to his. The pillow… Reluctantly dropping his cock he reaches for the pillow that you’d drooled onto from your night’s sleep. He pulls it beneath him and pushes himself quickly above it, sighing when he pulls his erection from the slit of his boxers, curved upwards and so painstakingly hard. He runs a quick hand down his cock to his heavy balls with the boxers tight beneath, humming at the thought of what he was going to do. Dropping to hug the pillow to his chest, his knees braced into the mattress, and his legs splayed behind him.

Jungkook’s mouth slips open at the rough drag of cotton against his cock as he slides it where pillow meets mattress, his teeth scraping across the t-shirt you’d half hazard of thrown off this morning inhaling your sweet scent yet again. He thrusts his hips once and—oh, fuck Y/n—squeezes his eyes shut at the pleasure, a mischievous giggle bursting from his lips, loud in the quiet of morning. He imagined you walking in right now, possibly forgetting your textbook, or no your laptop? Walking into your bedroom, seeing your usually timid and aloof bunny with his back arching, ass flexing as he moves his hips all over your bed. It’s enough to hump as wildly as he needs to in order to find some well needed release. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been .

It doesn’t take long for the feeling to build, pleasure to make his balls tight and draw up as he moves too eager to rut into your innocent pillow like it was some needy bitch in heat. Fuck, what he’d do to be back at the facility right now. He’d have a line of pretty little does ready to breed. But instead of Stella, or Belle, they were all you. All you taking every rough inch of his cock into your tight walls. The thought has him growling low into the mattress in mixed spikes of pleasure and pain, the dry scratch of fabric against his sensitive cock. He imagined what you’d look like with a rounded belly carrying his kits. He’d make sure to suckle on your breasts so his babies will have no problem finding something to eat and he’d make sure to nibble on every part of your body if you let him. Would you let him fuck your tits like he fucked this pillow?

Shit.

He slams his hips down, a strangled sound ripping from his throat, and his whole body just goes rigid collapsing down onto the bed. His muscles unable to keep him up but still, he hasn’t came yet. He grinds his swollen cock between pillow and mattress, grinds and grinds, painfully aware of the sticky precum soaking the material the closer he gets to coming. A stretch of whines slides through the air, his mouth slack.

“Y/n please,” he babbles into the mattress, voice tight and pleas nonsensical, “Please—fuck—I just—just—fuck—”

He can’t take it anymore. There’s no rhythm to his hips now, rutting uneven thrusts until finally releases with a sharply arched back, hips jutting, twitching, as he pumps a disgusting amount of cum, soaking the sheets, your pillow with it. He bites his lip to quiet himself, huffs and rocks his hips shallowly through the jerks of his orgasm, until the fierce intensity of it simmers. He drops himself on the bed staring down at his mess. Fuck.

Well, you weren’t supposed to be back till later. He’d have the whole house to himself until he had to catch the bus to go down to the tattoo shop. He pulled the ruined pillow into him, a deep inhale of your lavender scent and his release making his eyes roll back. He had hours until he needed to get ready, so maybe a nap with your ruined possessions wouldn’t hurt? He’d shove them into the washer when he’s up again.

“I’m just saying, when’s the last time you went out,” your boss, Jin, asked as he helped with inventory today. You were currently unpacking boxes of new vinyls to put up and he was logging them into the system. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. You didn’t feel a tie to him as a boss any more than as a friend because frankly you both knew you didn’t really need this job. Your parents paid for schooling along with living expenses so the only reason you ever applied to the bookstore was for something to do over the summer. Jin likes to think you enjoyed his company so much you never left. It was just easier to afford to spoil Jungkook when you had a source of income on your own no matter how small.

Still, your boss lacked a sense of professionalism at times and it was partly because of the fact you had become friends. Jin was a few years older than you, he was a businessman. He owned tons of little properties here and there and this store was one of them. It specialized in book and music sales, which were slowly coming back with the newer generation wanting to have something vintage so they say. And today was inventory that’s why you’d rushed over to the store as soon as possible. Jin went on, “Let’s get some drinks, talk about the lack of fucks you give—or have, discuss your bunny boy, and who knows maybe we’ll both get lucky and find someone to take home.”

“First of all, don’t call Jungkook bunny boy,” this time you did roll your eyes, “Second, are you crazy? I can’t bring someone home, what would Jungkook think?”

You thought back to what he’d asked you last night. If you had any lovers and it made you cringe. You were going to respect Jungkook’s presence and when the time came to find someone you could only hope they had your bunny’s personality and—well, everything else. Obviously Jungkook was attractive, hell he’s been catcalled on the streets more than you, but you also know how previous owners had treated him. And even if you’d never hurt him like that you weren’t sure how he’d feel over his former owner-turned roommate and your attraction toward him. It’s better to just avoid the topic entirely.

“First of all, I like bunnies so I don’t see the problem in it,” Jin rolled his eyes back as he grabbed the box cutter and slashed through another box of vinyls, “Second, fine. Don’t bring anyone over but you can easily go to someone else’s place. Please Y/n! Just a couple of drinks, you know I don’t have friends.”

“Fine! Fine!” You gave in, “But I’m gonna stay on the clock.”

“Of course you are.”

“Jungkook!” He turned instantly as his mentor, Hoseok, called out to him, “Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit off today.”

He nodded his head scared he’d get in trouble. In truth he wasn’t feeling okay. He was hot and sweaty and he couldn’t think of anything but you. Maybe this morning was a mistake. If he hadn’t done what he did he probably wouldn’t be feeling so damn hot right now. He can’t remember the last time he had symptoms of a heat that wasn’t taken care of immediately. That was the only thing the bastards at the facility were good for, maintain heat cycles for breeding just to grow their industry.

“Just hot,” he murmured as he continued to outline a cleaner sketch of his with the light table. He’s been so happy you found this apprenticeship for him. Hoseok already told him once he gets his license he’ll have a spot in this shop! He’d be able to cover rent so you went end your lease and maybe buy you something nice for thanks. Haha wouldn’t it be funny if he bought you bunny ears to match with his own? You’d be like his own pretty little doe, would you be as eager as one?

“Yeah you don’t look so good,” Hoseok laughed as he sat across from him eyeing the sketch, “Take it easy today, okay?”

A little later in the day Jungkook was ready to call it. Usually if you were free you’d come and pick him up or else he’d ride the bus. Just as he was finishing up he’d received a text.

you: hey I’ll be home a little late today, lmk if u need me to send any $ for dinner :)

Sigh, an afternoon without you in the worst of moments.

You did end up going for drinks with Jin. You forgot how fun it was to hang out with him so you got carried away in his presence. You didn’t drink really but you both snacked and honestly it had been enough. You were completely unaware of the way Jungkook couldn’t seem to keep in one spot. His member stiffening under his clothes but he kept pushing that thought away. If you were to get home any second he wouldn’t want you to catch him in the act anymore. After washing your things he’d felt unbelievably guilty and he imagined the look of horror on your face if you’d actually seen it.

Instead he paced back and forth in the house waiting for you to come home. Maybe just being with you would be enough, for now. He’s scared that if he told you it was his heat you’d send him off to some heat hotel. Since moving in with you he hasn’t thought of any other woman and he’d like to remain celibate unless you were the change.

What he didn’t expect as he paced by the door was for his ears to catch onto the numerous voices upon your arrival.

‘I had fun tonight, even for an old man you can still be fun I guess’ your voice was clear as day from the other side of the door and it had his foot thumping. He just didn’t like what you were saying. Who were you talking to? What fun did you have?

‘Shut up, it’s not my fault you’re barely at the drinking age,’ the man had spoken with a laugh that only filled Jungkook up with possessiveness. Who the hell was that and why was he talking to you like that? ‘Plus, you’re the one who wanted to call it a ni—‘

The door swung open, Jungkook standing directly behind you, hand sneaking around your waist flat against your stomach as he drew you back into him. You smiled back at him unaware of the darkness in his eyes as he stared at your boss, “Jungkook this is—“

He didn’t even let you finish as he dragged you inside and slamming the door in Jin’s face. Your jaw dropped and as you went to go open it Jungkook held you in his arms nuzzling his face into your neck and sniffing. You smelled disgusting. Like another man, he always worked so hard to keep you from smelling like any other hybrid and Yoongi that he was not going to let you come home smelling like that stranger. A stranger he had noticed who was unbelievably handsome with no tail and no pointed ears in his hair, maybe that was your type. An ordinary, all genetically human male. The thought made him growl against your neck.

Jin just laughed, “Right!” He shouted through the door as you fought to get to it, “I’ll just see you tomorrow! It was nice to finally meet you Jungkook!”

Finally? His ears perked up as he listened in on descending footsteps before glaring over at you. Had you been lying to him? Had you been letting him believe he was the most important in your life? That this whole time your heart had belonged elsewhere and he’d been stupidly waiting for the day you’d see him as something other than a fucking rabbit who needs to be taken care of?

“What is your problem!” You shoved back just enough for him to move and he was glaring at you, “That’s my boss! You didn’t have to be so rude.”

He only huffed picking up your fallen jacket and trudging along into your bedroom without another word. You followed after him, a little angry but also, horrifyingly a little turned on. You knew he was big but wow, to just pick you up like that and drag you back? And the sound he’d made when he pulled you into him? And the dark look in his eyes that had your thighs clenching a little? You’d never seen him act like this, you’d only heard about his behavioral problems but he’d been sweet to you since you’d understood each other better. This wasn’t like when you first met him and he was rude because he wanted nothing to do with you. No, this had everything to do to you and as you followed him and found him digging around your things and dropping them onto your bed in a fit of rage you couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t making you a little hor—

No! Stop! This is Jungkook. Your poor old hybrid who’d been through so much that you couldn’t imagine ever hurting him! Maybe Jin was getting to your head too. Maybe you should just find someone to fu— “Hey!” You shouted watching him dig into your hamper and pull out an old t-shirt, “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done in the beginning,” he said pulling his shirt off. Your eyes nearly bulged, had you seriously never seen this man without a shirt? The small peak of abdomen you’d caught when you first saw him was nothing compared to the full thing. Taut muscles adorning his front with a muscular back covered in body art. Small scars here and there that you surprisingly just wanted to kiss and— “Get on the bed.”

And you were moving without thought jumping into the middle of the nest he’d made around you until he was standing in front of you, lip pulled between his teeth and unzipping the front of his jeans. That’s what had your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, “W-wait! What is going on?”

You moved to get up but he simply crawled onto the bed nearing you, “I’m going to show what happens to bad little does who come home smelling like other men.”

When his words processed through your head it was almost instant. The sudden realization of all the articles explaining how high maintenance rabbit hybrids are and why. Bad little doe? Did he just— you looked back to him, his dark eyes shamelessly eyeing you up and down under him almost ready to eat you up and you finally understood, “Jungkook, I-is this… are you going through your heat?”

You pushed him back ready to hop off the bed, “Fuck I’m so sorry. Oh fuck okay what do we do? Do I get you medicine? Do you want me to take you somewhere? Is there anyone you can call for help?”

He shut you up with a light shove making your fall back onto the bed and he was hovering over you now, “You do not own me anymore so you don’t get to choose what I do.”

“I wasn’t, I—“ a light gasp slipped from your lips. He was warm, soft lips meeting yours with tender yet eagerly as your gasp allowed him to deepen the kiss before you could process.

“Wanna know what I think?” Jungkook pulls a away hesitantly, his nose able to pick up the scent of arousal from you which had him salivating, “I think you’re only seeing me as a pet still. Not a man.”

“Jungkook,” you start, “You’re not thinking straight okay? I just want to help you.”

“You want to help me?” Jungkook chuckled dryly beginning to scent your neck again in comfort, “Then tell me how you feel. I can smell how eager you are. You want this too.”

His broad chest rises and falls rapidly, his pupils so dilated that his irises are almost black. “I want you,” he hisses, and kisses just under your jaw, ears perking up when you make a strange whimper low in your throat and still.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he sighed into you as his hands unable to stop themselves began roaming down the sides of your body tugging at your clothes. He was more undressed than you were, burning hot to the touch and it scared you. Mostly because the pool in your legs was getting bigger. Your silence made him even more curious, tempted to see if and when you’d tell him to stop, possibly kick him out. You were panting now as a soft hand slips under your shirt, palming your skin until here found the edge of your bra. Should you be allowing this? Maybe he’d regret it all once his heat dies down. Maybe you should just go get him medicine. With innocent rounded eyes he looked into yours as he let his hand slip under your bra finding a nipple and pinching lightly but enough to make you yelp.

“Are you sure?” You ask surprising yourself by bucking under him. “You’re a big bunny, I’m sure we can find you a doe hybrid that can he—.”

Jungkook shoves off the bed, hand covering his face as his ears curl down over his face almost like a shield, “Fuck, I was stupid to think you’d want me too. Can’t you see how crazy I am about you? Just the thought of you and another man drives me fucking insane. Don’t you get that? No other woman has had me so shaken up before.”

You were sitting up, fixing your shirt and bra in the process cheeks flushed red as you pressed your thigh together, “Jungkook I—listen…” you took a deep breath deciding to be honest, “I like you, a lot, a-and I don’t want us to do something you’ll regret with your heat wears off.”

Jungkook’s growling grows louder before he exhales carefully, “I don’t like you Y/n, I love you. You are the only person to ever show much such tenderness and love. I tried to tell myself I was in over my own head but I want to be with you. That’s why I wanted those papers signed. I wanted you to see me as an equal that you could love.”

“But I would’ve loved you no matter what,” you told him, sitting on your knees now, hands on his bare shoulders looking down at the tattoos. He turned back to you, breath hitching at your touch that had his body reacting more than he would’ve liked, “Please.” His eyes shut relishing in your touch not understanding what he was begging for, “I need you so bad.”

And you gave in. Your lips crashing over his and he was quick to twist back to face you tugging off your shirt until it fell into the nest he created around you in a fit of anger. You gasped as he kissed down your neck, drool pooling on your skin trailing down to your bra. He quickly unclamped it, your pheromones blocking his senses telling him he just needed to be inside you. Still, he wanted to be good for you too. He lifted you up enough to turn you onto your stomach, tugging on your shorts and yanking them down your legs. You squealed when he took your underwear too adding it to the pile around you. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sight of your naked body so submissive under him. He couldn’t help but rut against your behind, the roughness of the jean catching you off guard.

He gripped your hips as he began to kiss along your vertebre shimmying himself down, scenting you and letting your arousal lead him to where you needed him most. The hands on your hips lifted them up enough to have your back arch with your pretty ass up and in his face.

With no time to tease he was quick to press his face into your heat surprising you and you can’t help but rut back onto Jungkook’s sloppy tongue as he lapped at you wetness. It’s good, so good that you start whimpering, squeezing your eyes shut and gasping when globs of Jungkook’s spit slide down your thighs as you fucked yourself back onto his tongue, “Kook.”

His nails were digging into the flesh of your ass, thrusting his face into your heat, the only thing in his mind as you wriggled your hips against him, yespleasemoremoremore.

Jungkook opens you wider, drooling as much as you and all around is that scent, your unbelievably delicious scent of lavender and arousal that he had to think about day and night since he came to you.

Abruptly the bunny backs off, though not before licking one last time, slow and lingering, and pressing his hand firmly between your shaking thighs before hand is gone, and when you move to chase that impending high Jungkook grabs at the softness of your thighs and pulls them even further apart.

Before you could react he drops down to press close along your back in reply to your submission, nuzzling into your neck, his body curved perfectly along yours.

“Look at what a good doe you are,” Jungkook mumbles against your skin as he licks a stripe up the back of your neck, “Are you ready bunny? Ready for me to fill you up, make you all big and round with my kits?”

Fuck. Shit. Uh oh. Your head shoots up as you look over to your nightstand. Did you have condoms? Fuck, no you didn’t. You were ready to tell him that you don’t have protection but as your head turned in time for his lips to capture yours in a needy kiss you had a thought. Jungkook wants to breed. No, needs to breed. It’s quite literally in his DNA to breed and yet here you were stressing over a condom. You could tell him to pull out but the way he made out with you and began a slow grind of his cock along your butt you highly doubted that’d satisfy him. Maybe on a regular day it would but definitely not while he was in heat.

Then he growls again, unhappy with your lack of response so you do what you could and try and snake an arm behind you to grab his cock. You couldn’t get pregnant but you were on birth control and hopefully with a trip to the pharmacy tomorrow you’ll be fine. “I can’t wait anymore baby,” he moaned becoming much more aggressive humping you, “Please, can I f-fuck you.”

“Kook!” You nodded eagerly feeling the need to be filled by his thick cock. Maybe in the future you could wrap your lips around his fat tip, “Fuck me bunny.”

And with that he was lining himself in, teasing your entrance gathering slick to lube his member and you feel the tip of his cock catch on slit and then, without further warning, plunge into you. The bunny has stopped pressing his nose into your neck, and his fingers dig bruises on your hips as he drives into you, fucking you nearly in half with the force of each thrust. He looked strong, but feeling that strength like this is far different than any man you’d slept with in the past.

He wasn’t doing any better. His past heat partner were all hybrids or those trashy owners of his. Though he was able to breed and cum to his heart’s content he’d never felt such pleasure. Such warmth and tightness from your walls. He let a hand slip under you, grasping at your tits groping them and rolling the nipples in his fingertips. He was a groaning mess, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth and his teeth and gums ache.

His heavy body covers yours while keeping down, pinned, stuttering out nonsense in bliss, “P-pl—Y/n—s-so good to me…”

In any other situation you’d probably be grossed out at the sight, at the sounds but you were delirious with the sensation of his cock, long but fat where you want it to be, thick enough that it burns in the best way. Each time Jungkook pulls out only to slam back in, the sound is loud and slick. 

Once, he pulls out all the way and rubs the outer layer of your clit watching a whispered please,a slip from your lips and he groans before fucking back into you, but not before you feel how much his cock is leaking. Holy shit he was ready to burst. His actions from this morning doing nothing to subdue the need to fill you up.

Every thrust pushes you forward a little, and you claw at the sheets arching your back in helpless pleasure, lifting your hips to meet his harsh thrusts while the hand on your tits continues its assault. With your hips now fucking back onto him it gives him enough leverage to sneak his free hand under you back to your clit letting you do the work now.

You can’t even be surprised when the feeling of teeth press into your neck like they’d done so many times before but this time it was different. It was hungrier.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good,” He groans, nibbling on your neck revealing the ache in his gums, and the next second his rhythm falters he’s letting go, pumping you full of sticky heat. And you tightened your stomach and your cunt, forcing yourself not to cum with him. You can’t. Not without protection. The bunny hybrid shudders over you, but he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t move away, and then his hand is sliding into your core whilst his cock slips out trying to plug up your hole but it was useless. It was dribbling out and he was rubbing your clit to chase your release. With a final wiggle of your hips you were unable to hold back anymore, releasing on his hand with a loud whine slipping from your lips.

Your eyes widen at the sudden feel against your thigh as he turned you over again, his cock is hardening again and without another word he’s plunging inside you, stretching you wide even as cum oozes out from your spent cunt. He’s smiling mischievously impaling you on the entirety of his cock as you shudder while he captures yours lips in his for a moment before whispering into your mouth, “Need to make sure you’re full” he coos, and starts moving again, “Please love, just tonight. Please.”

You nod, too fucked out to care as Jungkook keeps you on an endless edge, a wave of pleasure that leaves you feeling raw and trembling, more so each time he buries his cock deep and cums, filling you again and again. 

With the slip of his cock out of your overstimulated hole you release, panting out of breath as you just lay there taking it all in.

Something soft brushes against you. One of Jungkook’s ears, drooping down as he leans over you nosing at your jaw and chin, “I’m sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

And his high was calm for now, now all he felt was guilt. This isn’t how he wanted it to go. He didn’t want to be so rough and eager and hungry. He wanted to be soft with you and loving and tender. He failed. He acted on impulse from seeing you with Jin and he failed to keep his composure. A stupid bunny. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

But you were kissing the tip of hide nose, running your fingers through his hair and guiding him to sit up, “Shhh, it’s okay Bun. Why don’t you help me get cleaned up?”

When you tried to leave the nest he was yanking you back, shaking his head nervously. No please don’t leave him. He’s sorry. He promises not to be so rough. Please just stay.

With a bite of your lips you let him hug you, hearing light sniffles and you were grabbing one of the shirts off the pile, using it to clean yourself, trying to clean him up to.

“Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry,” he cried trying to scent you, “I promise I won’t behave like this again, pl—“

Your lips were on his, kissing him so carefully and he hated how it made his cock twitch threatening to come to life yet again. And he hated that you noticed because your brows furrowed, “I won’t leave you. But we need to get protection if we’re going to handle your heat.”

No! “B-b-but, but I wan breed y—“ he stopped. The look in your eye telling him to stop. His ears droop over his face in shame but he nods, “Okay.”

“Come here, why don’t we get cleaned and we can go to the store together?” You asked cautiously shimmying toward the edge of the bed with him following suit. It made you giggle how now it seemed he was the submissive one, clinging to your hand praying you don’t disappear and chasing you into the shower.

Everything was going to be okay. He was going to be okay because you loved him and he loved you. That was all he’d ever wanted.

::.

Hey y’all it’s been a minute huh

anyways first time writing a hybrid fic and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing so bare with me

I’ll add a word count later :p

#kpop #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #Jungkook hybrid #Jungkook smut

[noahsresources]

prompts for siblings

for muses who are biological siblings, found siblings/family, adopted siblings, foster siblings, whatever kind of sibling-type relationship you can think of! cw for swearing. feel free to change pronouns & descriptors and/or combine prompts if so desired ♡

WORDS.

❝ i was here first, out of the way! ❞ ❝ it’s your turn to do the dishes. ❞ ❝ move before i sit on you. ❞ ❝ i call shotgun! ❞ ❝ agh, i can’t breathe — ! ❞ ❝ stop eating off my plate! ❞ ❝ you used all the toothpaste, didn’t you? ❞ ❝ you’ve been in the bathroom for like, three hours. ❞ ❝ sometimes you really make me want to punch your face in, you know that? ❞ ❝ hey, get out of my room! ❞ ❝ you’re almost an hour late! ❞ ❝ come on, it’s my turn to have the remote. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you chose to hang out with me over him/her/them. ❞ (bonus points to specify who) ❝ wait, remind me when your birthday is again? ❞ ❝ that’s it, it’s time for the tickle monster. ❞ ❝ there’s a reason why i’m known as the smart one. ❞ ❝ wow. you look like shit. ❞ ❝ ... did you just fart? ❞ ❝ it’s your fault! ❞ ❝ hey! get the fuck off me! ❞ ❝ ooh, you have a crush on [name]! ❞ (bonus points if an individual is specified) ❝ why do you even drink that soda? it’s way too sweet. ❞ ❝ still have the palate of a toddler, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i told you not to go through that! ❞ ❝ dammit, please don’t start crying ... ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between me being the person to help your ass and you being my actual responsibility. ❞ ❝ still ticklish as ever, huh? ❞ ❝ god, i really fucking hate you right now. ❞ ❝ i hereby declare myself the winner of our prank war. ❞ ❝ you were always the mama’s boy/daddy’s girl. ❞ ❝ hey, you’re squishing me! ❞ ❝ did you have a nightmare? ❞ ❝ hey, it’s all right. you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i love you, you know. ❞

ACTIONS.

send +↻ for the reverse!

[ chase ] — sender chases receiver around the house [ object ] — sender chases receiver around the house with an object meant to be used as a weapon (water bottle, ball, stick, etc) [ splash ] — sender splashes water on receiver [ blanket ] — sender throws a blanket over receiver [ pillow ] — sender tosses a pillow at receiver [ tickle ] — sender tickles receiver [ cold ] — sender puts their cold fingers/toes on receiver’s bare skin [ prod ] — sender pokes/prods receiver [ pinch ] — sender pinches receiver [ sit ] — sender sits on receiver or a part of their body (specify) [ silly string ] — sender squirts silly string all over the receiver [ tattle ] — sender tells their parent(s) on receiver [ drag ] — sender drags receiver across the floor for whatever reason (bonus points to specify why) [ carry ] — sender gives the receiver a piggy-back ride all over the house/outside [ hold ] — sender carries receiver all over the house/outside in a random position [ awake ] — sender dramatically wakes up receiver [ hair ] — sender teasingly pulls sender’s hair [ wrap ] — sender wraps their arms around sender’s neck while play-fighting/bickering/teasing [ hug ] — sender lifts receiver off the ground in a massive bear hug [ scare ] — sender scares receiver as a joke [ car ] — sender goes to pick up receiver somewhere [ lullaby ] — sender sings a lullaby for receiver [ pin ] — sender pins receiver to the ground [ ride ] — sender picks up receiver [ joke ] — sender tells receiver a joke (specify) [ prank ] — sender pranks receiver (specify) [ quarrel ] — our siblings argue over a non-serious matter (specify) [ fight ] — our siblings argue over a serious matter (specify) [ sport ] — our muses play a sport together (specify) [ game ] — our muses play a card/board/video game together (specify) [ wrestle ] — our muses have a play fight on the floor [ tv ] — our muses watch a tv show/movie together

#rp ask memes #rp ask meme #rp memes #rp starters #rp starter #ask meme #ask memes #fluff prompts #fluff memes #angst prompts #angst memes #family prompts #sibling prompts #fluff #angst #family #memes #mine

[ruthytwoshakes]

Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

#tf2 fanart #zhanna #tf2 administrator #scouts ma #tf2 maggie #merasmus #miss pauling #tf2 headcanons #daffys drawings

[ctitan98official]

Alcina’s long lost child au part 2

Alright, part 2! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

The fireplace in the bedroom warmed your weary body. Alcina had done an excellent job wrapping your injured leg and then had a maid bring some hot tea for you to drink.

You stared at this fascinating creature. She was easily over 9 feet tall, and yet your very stare had her shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The confident woman from just before was long gone.

Alcina cleared her throat before speaking (Probably to break the unbearable silence). “Are you happy, Y/N? Do you have… any family? I always dreamed of you coming here to find me, but… I… Only wanted the best for you. I hope you know that.” She began.

You looked down at the mug in your hands. You didn’t want to blame her, but your life had been far from easy. Never adopted. Never had a real family… Aging out of the foster system sucked. “Well,” You began carefully. “Um… I’m not gonna sugar coat anything. I grew up as a bit of a loner. I never had a family.” You said, unable to meet Alcina’s gaze.

Alcina felt her heart break. Tears silently streamed down her face. This wasn’t what she wanted for you.

“To be honest, I liked to think that my birth parents just didn’t have the means to care for me. It was… Easier that way. It made the idea of them seem pretty selfless, but-” You gestured to the gilded fixtures and luxurious room. “I can see money and resources are not a problem here.” You ground out. You tried not to sound so bitter, but Alcina had 3 daughters who lived with her. She clearly had the time and love to devote to them. Why not you?

Your words cut Alcina to the core. You really must hate her.

Alcina’s silence kind of agitated you. “So… You seem to love your new children a ton. I’m happy for you all. I should leave.” You said.

You were feeling very angry and didn’t want to say something you’d really regret. You knew coming here was a bad idea from the beginning… What a waste.

You wince as you painfully rise to your feet and prepare to leave.

“NO!” Alcina all but shrieked and stood to her full height.

The amplitude of the sound hurt your ears and you flinch from Alcina’s sudden movements.

Alcina put her face in her hands and sighed in frustration at her reaction. Why was it so hard to talk to you?! She had been waiting for this moment ever since she gave you up.

“It’s not like that at all… I know I did the right thing!” Alcina says, talking more to herself than you.

You lash out.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” You suddenly scream. “You can’t just say you had good intentions for me, send me off to live in fucking shitty situations my entire life, and then want me to immediately forgive you for it!” You vent. You feel tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t realize just how much you had repressed your anger and hurt all these years.

You cover your face with your hands, desperately trying to not cry in front of her.

Alcina can’t stand to see you so upset. She’s got to do something. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Okay, Y/N. If you hear what I have to say and it doesn’t change the way you feel, I will understand. But, if you find that you’d like to know more… I’ll tell you everything. No matter how painful.” Alcina offers gently.

You huff. Damn it. Now you NEEDED to know what she would say next. “Alright, I’m listening.” You say and sit back down in the chair.

——————————————————————————

A few moments later, Alcina is able to articulate what she needs to say to you. “You were… Most assuredly planned, and wanted, my darling.” Alcina begins.

Wait, she planned on having you?

“I hadn’t adopted your sisters yet at that time… But… They come from unsavory backgrounds as well.” She said tightly, thinking of the pain all of her children have gone through.

You feel a twinge of guilt from being so jealous of the sisters earlier.

Alcina’s face becomes pained. “I had a very… Complicated relationship with your other parent. I constantly craved her approval but I rarely got it.” She said, laughing sadly.

Your ears perk up at this. Another parent??

“What was her name?” You ask, enraptured by Alcina’s story.

“Miranda.” Alcina says. You catch the sadness and… Anger as she says her name.

“Did… Did she do something bad?” You ask in confusion.

Alcina once again nodded, but this time she could not help the growl that escaped her. Why did everything have to hurt so much? It simply wasn’t fair.

“She’s the reason you had to send me away…” You concluded.

“Yes,” Alcina said softly. “For your protection, my love.”

You clenched your jaw. You were starting to hate this ‘Miranda’.

Alcina could sense you were getting upset, so she pivoted and continued on quickly. “Well, one night, your mother proposed that we have a child together-”

You were about to go apeshit. “Did she-?!”

Alcina held up a hand, knowing where you were going. “It was consensual, Y/N.” She said.

This eased your fears, but only a bit.

“Miranda was a brilliant scientist and devised a way for her DNA to fertilize one of my eggs.” Alcina explained.

Your eyes went wide in astonishment, but you didn’t want to interrupt.

“I immediately accepted. I always wanted to feel what it was like to carry a baby within me.” She said, giving you a fond smile.

You felt your heart warm at Alcina’s words. It seems she really did want to have you after all.

“Our relationship got better while we were trying to conceive you. It seemed that she had finally begun to care for me like I did for her… And, well, I became pregnant with you very quickly.” Alcina says with a laugh and a faint blush. “Your mother was absolutely shocked. She couldn’t believe it worked so fast.” She says.

“So… What happened? I mean, how did things go wrong so quickly?” You ask.

Alcina sighed, moving onto more unpleasant memories. “Once Miranda found out I was pregnant… Things changed between us. She insisted on doing all sorts of testing on me. She was completely consumed with her experiments and by the time you were ready to be born, I knew she was going to use you for something awful.” Alcina looked sick as she told you this.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Your mother… Had walked this earth for a very long time, Y/N. She had a daughter a long time ago who passed away due to a dreadful illness.” Alcina tried to explain as best she could. “Miranda was under the delusion that she could somehow bring her back through science and… She began experimenting on people.” Alcina revealed.

Your jaw dropped. Good Lord, human experimentation?? She sounded like a war criminal. It made your skin crawl to know that she used Alcina like this and planned on using you as well.

“Thankfully, by the end of my pregnancy, Miranda was busy in her lab and went for days without coming to check up on you and me. I went into labor, by myself, and soon after, you were born.” Alcina couldn’t help but smile adoringly at you. “Y/N, you were the most beautiful and precious person in my life… I couldn’t let Miranda take you. I had to get you out of here.” She whispered. As she looked at you she began to sob. She wondered how different both of your lives would have been if you had been able to stay with her.

You felt your heart shatter. Alcina had been through so much. She really did give you up to protect you… You felt hatred toward your other “Parent”. She ruined both of your lives, and countless others.

You decided that this was enough sharing for the day. You were both emotionally exhausted. You climbed off your chair and timidly hobbled over to her before you hugged one of her legs.

Alcina looked to you and gasped at your affection. She softly rubbed her fingers through your hair. She needed to show you how much she loved you. It had been too long. “May I… Hold you, Y/N?” She asked through her heartbreaking cries.

You nodded quickly. This is what you wanted all along…

Alcina reached down and picked you up gently, so as not to hurt your leg, and brought you to her chest.

You sighed in contentment as she held you. This felt right. Her warmth, her smell, her voice… She really was your mom.

“Everything will be alright now that we’re together.” Alcina told you, kissing the side of your face and idly rubbing circles on your back.

Soon, the gentle thumping of Alcina’s heartbeat and the quiet reassurances she whispered in your ear put you right to sleep.

The horror of past transgressions seemingly couldn’t touch you while Alcina held you…

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil imagines

[tngrace]

Prologue

And here we go finally! Part 1 of Maverick Chronicles. Will update on Fridays. Enjoy!

Tumbler: Masterlist: Main, Mav Chronicles ; A03

Even at five, Pete knew his world was changing. The men on the porch caught his mom when she went down, but he’s not sure he’ll ever forget her cries. She’d always been a little distant when his dad was away, but when his dad never came back, he lost his mom as well. She stayed in her room, only emerging to get another drink and restart the song. He hated that song. He’s not surprised when he comes home from school one day a year and half later to find officers at his house and his mom is gone. He doesn’t cry; he lost his mom a long time ago. 

None of his relatives wanted him; he was a young child who had already been through too much. He was already acting out at school, getting into trouble, but no one took the time to see that he just needed a little attention, a little love. When none of his aunts would take him, he was placed in the system; a system that wasn’t very kind to him. A system that reinforced his beliefs that no one would want him, that he was inherently bad, that he deserved all the pain and heartache he received. But what he didn’t know was that someone was fighting for him; someone, two someones, wanted him very much. 

When he was eight and a half, Mike and Carrie started to come visit. He vaguely remembers Mike working with his dad, but it takes a couple of visits before he warms up to them. The social worker is surprised with how well-behaved and nice Pete is when he is with Mike and Carrie. But they talk to him, they listen, they give him attention and they’re nice to him. He likes them, and he really likes when Mike tells him stories about his dad. He trusts them, and he’s always so sad when they leave. He doesn’t show it, showing his tears are a weakness in his current foster father’s eyes, but he always cries for a solid hour when Mike and Carrie leave. He’s always so surprised when they come back too. 

On their fifth visit they bring their daughters Catherine and Jamie with them. Cat’s three years older than him, but she plays with him on each visit, and she seems nice. Jamie is almost one, and she loves using Pete to pull up on. She grins at him every time she does it, and Pete can’t help but smile at her. After their tenth visit, his social worker asks if he’d like to go live with them. He doesn’t believe it, doesn’t believe they could want him full time, but he’s honest and says yes. A week later they’re in front of a judge, and he has to answer a bunch of questions honestly. When it’s over, Carrie pulls him into a hug that’s so tight, he’s sure he’s going to snap in half. “Want to go get your stuff kiddo?” Mike asks. 

“I’ve got it,” he says nodding to the backpack that’s beside him. 

He sees Mike and Carrie share a look, and he’s afraid he’s already messed up. 

“Tomorrow we’ll go shopping; or maybe when we’re back home.” 

“I’m fine,” Pete promises. He has all his important mementos and pictures in his backpack with two pairs of jeans and shirts. 

Mike gently squeezes his shoulder, but he agrees with Carrie. “Let’s get back to the room, get some food, and book the tickets home.” 

It’s a whirlwind after that, and before Pete knows it, he has his own room in a house on the beach in California. His room is between the girls, and they let him decorate it anyway he wants. It takes several months of being there, probably closer to a year if he’s being honest, before he relaxes into the fact that his room isn’t going anywhere. He starts putting his pictures out on the dresser. There’s the one of him and his dad with his dad’s plane in the background. Then there’s the one picture of the three of them where they were happy. When he comes home from school one day, he finds them in a frame next to his bed and he tries not to cry. He finds Carrie in the kitchen cooking; “Thank you,” he tells her quietly from the doorway. 

“For what sweetheart?” 

“Putting my pictures in a frame. I… I was always afraid they’d get ruined and I’d lose them.” 

Carrie kneels down for a hug, but she always waits for him to come to her. Pete runs into her arms, clinging tight. 

“You’ll never have to worry about losing them again Pete. We can even make some copies just in case, if you want.” 

Pete nods against her shoulder, as he buries his face in her neck. “Thank you mama,” he whispers. 

It’s the first time he has called her that, even though both she and Mike have told him they would be more than happy with whatever he called them, but that it was ok to think of them as mom and dad now. She hugs him tighter trying not to cry, and that is how Mike finds them after getting Cat started on her homework and getting some hugs from his two year old. 

“Everything ok?” he asks quietly, so as not to startle Pete. 

“Yea…. Yea. Everything is perfect,” Carrie gets out. Thankfully, Pete doesn’t notice the tears in her voice, but Mike does. He cocks his eyebrow at her, and she gives him a watery smile. 

Even though he’s almost ten now, Carrie picks him up and holds him. Mike walks closer and wraps his arms around them both. Pete lets out a shuddering breath as he clings to Carrie tighter. He feels safe; he feels loved, and he has for the last year. 

After a few minutes, Pete wiggles down, giving them a blinding smile before he’s off to do his own homework with Cat while Jamie runs around their feet. 

“What happened?” Mike asks once Pete is gone and Carrie falls into his arms letting the tears fall. 

“He thanked me for the picture frame and called me mama.” 

Mike’s arms tighten around her and he smiles. It took a little longer than they expected, but Pete was finally settled; he was home. 

It takes another year before he calls Mike “dad.” Pete had been sick, and Carrie couldn’t get out of work for the day. Even though it was generally frowned upon, Mike had brought him to base to rest in his office while he had class. He didn’t have any hops that day, so he figured it would be fine. When Mike comes back from class, Pete is curled on the couch in Mike’s sweatshirt, looking awful. 

“Alright kiddo, ready to go home?” Mike asks, brushing the hair off his forehead. 

Pete is burning up, so Mike gets him some more meds and then helps him up. It’s a struggle to get Pete to take them, but he finally manages to get them down, and he rests his head against Mike’s abdomen where he’s standing in front of Pete. His fingers are brushing through Pete’s hair in the way that always calms him, and Pete lets out a shuddering breath. “Don’t feel good, Dad,” he whines. 

Mike has to force himself not to react and freak Pete out, but he feels the lump in his throat all the same. “I know bud. Let’s get you home and into bed. How’s that sound?”

“Will you stay?” Pete whispers. 

“As long as you want,” Mike promises. He helps Pete up, and gives him his aviators to hide behind even though they’re way too big on the kid, and then leads him out of the office. Once home, Pete curls into his side in bed and promptly falls asleep. That’s how Carrie finds them once she gets home. 

At sixteen, Pete starts asking Mike questions about the Academy and joining the Navy. He wanted to be a pilot just like both his dads. Mike was more than pleased to answer any and all of Pete’s questions, and he snuck him on base over summer break more than he probably should’ve. But Pete had him wrapped around his little finger since the day he was born. Mike worked for those two years to get the mission he’d flown with Duke declassified so the truth could be revealed, but it was to no avail. He knew the rumors that swirled around the Navy, and he knew Pete was going to have a hard go at it, but he was still surprised when the rejection letter came. To say Pete was heartbroken was an understatement, and when he asked Mike why he thought he didn’t get in, Mike told him the truth as much as it killed him. Mike watched his carefree teenager transform before his eyes. It was the same stubbornness and determination he’d seen in his long deceased wingman that shown in his kids eyes now, and he knew nothing would stop Pete from finding a way. 

What did surprise him was Pete wanting to cut off all contact with them. Pete thought he was protecting Mike and explained it as such. Carrie was able to convince Pete that he was still able to write to her or the girls so they didn’t lose full contact with him, and Mike was relieved. He wasn’t ready to let his kid go just yet. Pete fast tracked through college, and before Mike knew it, his kid was in flight school. It was there that he met Nick and Carole, who took him into their little family like it was nothing. Mike was glad to see him gaining friends and support outside of them, and he hoped it would be a good thing for Pete. Nick and Pete seemed to click so well, and Mike wasn’t all that surprised when he’d heard they were a pilot/RIO pair. He even understood when Pete changed his emergency contacts to Nick and Carole, even if it broke Carrie’s heart just a bit.

Out of flight school, they had a brief station at Pensacola, and it was there that Pete met Tom Kazansky. He’d mostly kept his sexuality to himself as a teenager, but his older sister knew he tended to favor males. He had a suspicion that Mike and Carrie knew as well, but they’d never said anything, so he didn’t either. While it could get him a dishonorable discharge if anyone in the Navy found out, Pete made sure to always be discrete. Hence why Nick didn’t even know. But one look at Tom Kazansky, and Pete knew he had to have him. It took a couple of weeks and several, several, nights at a bar and nightclub, but Pete finally succeeded and got his man. It was one of the hottest and greatest nights of his life if he’s being honest, but the next day, he and Nick were restationed, leaving Tom behind. 

In between deployments, he would sometimes sneak home for a short visit; Carrie insisting on seeing him alive with her own eyes. It always felt great coming home, but he was always worried his connection to them would be discovered and he’d ruin Mike’s career. It was the last thing he wanted, knowing how hard his dad had worked for that top position at Top Gun, so he spent a lot of his leaves on his own or with Nick and Carole. They’d done three years of random length deployments, Mav making a name for himself in the Navy and trying to out fly Duke’s ghost, before they were sent to Top Gun. It felt odd knowing he’d actually been the second choice, and if it hadn’t been for Cougar turning in his wings, he’d still be waiting for his chance. But Mav was beyond ecstatic to be going home, and to finally be able to fly with his dad.

#my writing #Maverick Chronicles #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #mike viper metcalf #carrie metcalf #icemav #icemav fic #top gun #tg #top gun fic #tg fic

[ziorite]

buckle up lads— i’ve played cello since before kindergarten and even if i’m no virtuoso, i’m about to unleash my thoughts on the scheherazade job upon the world anyways.

look, if hardison was good enough to play the scheherzade solo at fourteen there’s just no way he sounds that shit even if he hasn’t touched the instrument for ten years. he’s supposed to have been the most promising violinist in the city which has to be stiff competition because most classically trained string players start playing young. like three to five years old young. and we know hardison was a foster kid so he almost certainly started later than most. obviously he was talented, but now he can’t even play a scale? it just doesn’t make sense to me from what i know. i’ve gone a month without touching my cello and pretty much hopped straight back into the stuff i was practicing before after fifteen minutes of warm up. the knowledge of how to hold a bow and pull it across the string and make quality sound is the kind that doesn’t leave you— for anyone of teenage hardison’s supposed skill, that instinct is part of you for LIFE. so no, the persistent portrayal of present day hardison as completely incompetent just doesn’t sit right with me.

but that doesn’t mean i think he could pull off scheherazade’s solo without nate’s rather convenient hypnosis. so i googled around and here’s the sheet music:

to be honest i thought it would be absolute batshit crazy the way they treated it in the show. the shifts are kind of crazy but i can see a very dedicated fourteen year old who practiced the shit out of this solo being able to play it. not to say it’s not still hard! there are some SERIOUS high notes that you’d be hard pressed to hit perfectly every time even with weeks of practice under your belt. shit makes me sweat and i don’t even play that instrument.

it’s a damn impressive solo for a teenager to be playing and an absolutely deranged one to try and perform on such little notice. that’s why i need someone to rewrite the scheherazade job with more focus on hardison and his violin dammit! i feel like hardison would be able to bluff his way through the other parts of the piece with enough practice in the time he has before the job, but there’s just no way he’d be able to play that solo on his own after ten years of not touching the violin. he might not even be able to practice during all the time he has— his calluses would be gone!! that’s a whole other story!!

string instruments strings are vicious y’all. and a VAST majority of the scheherazade solo is on the teeny tiny e string that basically slices through raw fingertips. i can barely make it through five minutes of dedicated practice shifting around on my thinnest string and i’ve had my calluses built up for years; i can file these babies with a nail file and poke a hot pan with them— they get pretty damn thick, and hardison’s working with nuthin y’all. you can only go so far before you give yourself an actual blister you physically cannot play on.

as a result, i feel like hardison would’ve let nate hypnotize him if ONLY the oily little slime ball (with hate and love) had told him. i really don’t understand why nate didn’t say anything until the first place. aren’t they supposed to have learned that you’re not supposed to con your own crew already?? (not that i think nate would ever really take that to heart.)

anyways, that’s my hardison-should-be-better-at-violin propaganda as well as my why-the-scheherazade-job-needs-to-be-rewritten manifesto. maybe i’ll write it myself one of these days— leverage brainrot is real and it is a sickness. hope this 2 am rant didn’t disrupt anyone’s dashes too much!

#leverage #the scheherazade job #alec hardison #hardison #aldis hodge #leverage meta #nathan ford #nate ford

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

sometimes I just get angry.

yeah whatever, but I just get SEETHINGLY angry.

because sometimes people talk about children with insecure body images, like they are the reason they are insecure.

sometimes people say they hate when curious little kids ask them questions.

sometimes people tell kids they are useless and stupid and they can’t know anything.

sometimes they act like all children are pure little angels who the moment they are exposed to something bad they are evil and impure.

sometimes I see people yell and scream at their kids for nothing, and hit them and pull them.

sometimes I hear parents call their kids disgusting disappointments to their faces and act like they can’t hear it.

sometimes I see meek scared anxious kids get so scared and wary around adults it makes me wanna cry.

I hate how people treat kids, I hate it so fucking much.

I know better than to listen to fuckers talk like they are devils spawn or only pure and innocent when they decide to.

I hate them so much, and I just want the kids to be okay.

to this day, I keep talking to suicidal 10yr olds.

to this day I talk with victims of child sexual abuse.

to this day I talk to neglected kids.

to this day I listen, and I comfort them.

To this day I feel only hatred and disappointment and disgust towards our world’s government. The people in these kids lives, the authorities, and the world.

because, I;ve heard this phrase once too many times

“Thank you for caring about me”

just, thank you. I’m not even there in real life, I’m not. I’m not anything, I’m just telling them it’s going to be okay.

and they thank me for listening, they THANK ME.

why, why do I need to be thanked?

why am I the only one who sees them suffering?

they go to school, they have friends. They have neighbors and local businesses, they have cops and social services.

and yet, none of them saw these kids.

none of them listened, none of them cared.

and I sit here fucking sobbing sometimes, just fucking crying.

because I know that I was the only one who cared.

the, only one in their miserable lives who looked and saw someone hurting and cared enough to ask what was wrong.

and I cry, and I cry.

because how else do I deal with that?

how else do I deal with the utter fucking disgusting disappointment.

that. I was the only one who cared.

how, how is that fair to them?

how is that fair to ANYONE!

how is this okay? How is this okay????

I’ve been through a lot, but these kids have gone through so much worse than me.

and they are suffering, and it makes me fucking cry.

how do people let this happen?

because I just cannot let it go, I fucking hate the FBI they have done nothing to help none of these kids.

I fucking hate the police who do NOTHING FOR THESE KIDS

I fucking hate the foster system who allows them to relive their fucking nightmares.

I fucking hate the social workers who don’t follow up, who don’t ask questions, who don’t do anything.

I fucking hate them all.

I live with the pain so many kids have bared to me, I will take their secrets to my grave, I will hold their memories with such kind hands.

but I do not believe in people who say they care about kids. Then say they think they are stupid, or don’t know anything, or are too young to experience or understand mature things.

fuck this shit, if I had a chance and I’d fucking rip some people’s faces of and grind their bones into bonemeal and make bread with it.

the utter HATRED IN MY SOUL, does not outweigh the love in my heart for these kids.

I will die for them, I would always die for the,. I’d always help them, I will never stop fighting for them.

I don’t think anyone fucking understands these kids.

(Not really I’m just being angry)

but every single day I want to bathe in their blood, god.

I want them to suffer like the kids they let get hurt.

but that’s not something I can do, or want to do.

I’m just disappointed and distraught.

I have done so much, and yet it’s not enough.

I won’t stop fighting, I won’t stop caring, I won’t stop anything,

these kids deserve better than anything, and I will die for them.

I will die, I want them to be okay and I hope they are.

I hope me caring about them helped.

I hope they have the strength to live, I hope they don’t feel evil for not being an innocent child anymore.

I hope they are safe now, I hope they are okay.

but. I’ll never know.

and that scares me, that makes me fucking wanna vomit.

I don’t know, I will never know.

and it hurts, I dedicate a small part of my soul for each of these kids and it aches with guilt and grief.

they only deserve love, and I hope they get it.

I’m sorry this rant is a mess, but it’s just something that’s always on my mind.

because, you have no idea how deeply people and society hates children.

because if they didn’t, I wouldn’t have so so so many stories of kids being tortured and abused, and burned, and strangled, and cut, and thrown, and killed and dead.

I love these kids more than life itself, but I can’t do anything.

my heart is broken and I am fucking guilty for how little I can help.

and I can’t do anything more than listen and care, I am not fucking soft. I am the strongest willed person, but these kids break my soul.

and I only want to give them something anything, and all I can give is hope.

I hope these kids are okay, I’m fucking sobbing.

I’m just so fucking frustrated for how much i’m brushed off.

how much I try, and how little no one cares.

and by fucking hell, is it just awful.

I am sent into a RAGE at people saying this shit, a blinding rage.

I want to fucking hurt them, it’s just not okay to say that about kids.

I want to HURT THEM, they tell them they can’t know they are abused.

I WANT TO FUCKING KILL THEM

I hate these people who act like children are some kind of mythological BEAST that is only good when it’s tame.

I want to fucking rip those people’s hearts out, I am so done.

this life is too tough for them, I will literally fucking punch them in the face and spit on them.

I do not believe in this shit, I cannot believe them.

I would break my heart and be punch and bitten by those kids before ever abusing or hating them.

I will try so hard, so so very hard to become someone that kids can be safe around.

because it breaks my fucking heart.

I want to fucking rip somebody’s throat out.

the next time I hear someone say

“oh the kids shouldn’t know what sex is”

“the kids don’t need to be taught internet safety”

”why teach kids about abuse”

”we shouldn’t tell kids about sexual abuse”

”we shouldn’t tell kids about what to do if they are in a abusive situation”

”kids shouldn’t know what rape is”

“Kids shouldn’t talk to adults”

”kids should only talk to other kids”

or any variation of that I hope people know.

you are the fucking problem, you ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM!

I will literally never forgive you, I don’t care how against your morals it is.

you are hurting so many children with your ideas.

kids should know mature things, kids should know what to do when those things happen, kids should feel safe and not have to fear consequences for trying to get help.

I want kids to be safe, and that involves letting go of this idea that they are stupid, that they are dumb and horrible.

it’s embracing they are actual people with LIVES, not some prop, or nothing.

an person exactly like you, just younger.

they are just small people, they are just people.

they need love and care and community.

and they do not get it.

if you have listened to kids, or know kids.

you will know how heavily they rely on each other.

they have such strong bonds and dreams, and I’m so proud of them.

let go of this stupid idea that kids don’t know anything, they are smart creatives, and wonderful people.

and I’ll die for them

#-pop #activism stuff #anticapitalism stuff #anarchism stuff #disability #queer stuff #trans stuff #mental health stuff #children’s rights #youth liberation #youth rights #adultism #intersectionality

[foreos]

hatchetfield characters rated on how much they like sonic the hedgehog

- paul matthews: 7/10 i think just based on his age and personality he played like sonic adventure one as a kid and enjoyed it but hasn’t really thought about it since. if he were to play a sonic game again he’d be like “oh i remember this guy! silly :)” he does not like the chaotix.

- emma perkins: 5/10 i can see a young emma being Violently Opposed to sonic and never playing it or engaging with any content. and then at some point ziggs or even paul has her play one of the games with them and she’s like “Oh Wait This Is Fun” but idk if she’d ever consider herself a fan.

- bill woodward: 1/10 he cannot remember sonic’s name. he is completely ambivalent because he doesn’t know what that is. he’d have an appreciation for tails if he knew he existed

- charlotte sweetly: 0/10 he creeps her out. i think there’s so much going on in her life that there is no room for sonic the hedgehog.

- ted spankoffski: 10/10 he also played the games as a kid and still enjoys him though he does not advertise that at all. in college he and jenny did smoke and play the entirety of sonic 06 together. he probably hasn’t really played them since at all since it contrasts with the new everything. he watched sonic underground.

- henry hidgens 0/10 he doesn’t trust sonic.

- melissa: 11/10 she loves sonic and you can interpret that however you want

- john mcnamara: 0/10 i cannot imagine this man with a game controller in his hands.

- tom houston: -10000/10 he is a technophobe and sonic frustrates him. he finds the characters annoying and tim keeps having to beat the levels for him and he doesn’t know why sonic is looking at him like that at the end of every level.

- becky barnes: 8/10 she just thinks he’s the silliest guy. i think becky would like sonic and the black knight and get a kick out of the gimmicky motion controls. i like to picture becky having stupid fun it brings me joy.

- lex foster: 0/10 no time for that also that’s kind of dumb also also where are his clothes.

- ethan green: current 1/10, potential 10/10, ethan has never touched a sonic game in his life but i think if he did he’d be hooked.

- hannah foster: 5/10 she has never touched a sonic game and isn’t really a video game person but she has nothing against the guy.

- frank pricely: 9/10 i think frank watched SatAM as a kid and the franchise is special to him even if he doesn’t really engage. probably drew pictures of sonic and tails as a kid.

- linda monroe: 1/10 it’s beneath her. linda probably doesn’t like video game and i think she’d find everyone really fucking annoying. river likes sonic though :)

- sherman young: 1000/10 but he’s not fun about it. if you like something he doesn’t then you’re fucking stupid. why does sonic have a sword. why is sonic in a car. i don’t know sherman. he refuses to play a lot of the games and is very much a purist about a lot of shit. he hates silver the hedgehog sooooo much.

- zoey chambers: 0/10 would shame sonic likers.

- miss holloway: 5/10 sonic is too nineties for her eighties but some of the kids she’s worked with liked it and she has nothing against the guy.

- duke keane: 8/10 i think like becky he would enjoy stupid fun.

- ziggs: 10/10 i think ziggs is a sonic fan. and i’m not saying that just because they’re a furry i think they’d genuinely like it. they are not good at most of the games though, they usually can’t make it past the typical sonic late game difficulty boost. ziggs hasn’t read the comics but they might have watched some of the cartoons, you know?

- rose: 6/10 i think she would have a lot of fun if she played the games but it’s never gonna be something she gets super into. sonic games do tend to have fantastic soundtracks so maybe she’d eat that shit up.

- daniel (stopwatch): 100/10 he really likes sonic. sonic is his kind of guy. i think daniel is a big shadow fan.

- sophia (spitfire): 5/10 she has nothing against the guy but she doesn’t know who blaze is or why daniel keeps bringing it up.

- pete spankoffski: 12/10 he inherited ted’s old games and LOVED them. he doesn’t really engage with the non game media but i think he’s played like most of the games.

- stephanie lauter: 2/10 what’s this nerd shit? weird :/. i think she’d like it if she tried it.

- richie lipschitz: 10000/10 he loves sonic. he loveeeeeees sonic. he has read the comics he has seen the shows he can name all the characters. richie knows the lore. richie used to have a crush on sally acorn. richie can go on the worlds longest rant about sonic forces okay it just never ends. he thinks shadow is The Coolest Guy and he embraces the franchise wholeheartedly.

- ruth fleming: 1000/10 she likes sonic a lot. she knows so much about all the games and she loves going so so so fast. i think she also read the comics and watched the cartoons and i think her and richie argue about it like all the time. she does have a thing for rouge the bat AND shadow and i think she has a little plushie chao keychain on her backpack.

- grace chasity: -10000000000000/10 she HATES sonic she hates him so much. he fills her with so much rage she fucking hates his ass. number one sonic hater.

BONUS:

- wiggly: 0/10 this game is hard to play with tentacles

- blinky: 5/10 he doesn’t really care but watching the hedgehog go zoom is fun

- tinky: 10/10 he loves this shit he wants sonic to go FASTER

- nibbly: 0/10 he doesn’t care he eated his controller

- pokey: -10/10 he thinks sonic is an attention whore and only he gets to do that

- webby: 100000/10 webby would like sonic do you see the vision do you see it. i think webby eats that shit up.

#hatchetfield #starkid #long post

[togrowoldinv]

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2

I ran out of links on my first Nat masterlist, so I’m making a part 2! Yay for so much Natasha!

Fluff:

A Date to Remember: When Maria takes you to a party, she helps you realize your feelings for Natasha

A Soft Place to Rest: You always nap with your head on Natasha’s shoulder or lap, but when will your feelings for each other finally come to light?

Accidental Cuddles: You keep ending up in situations where you’re cuddling with Natasha

At a Coffee Shop: Natasha always comes into your coffee shop and orders the same thing. One day you ask her if she wants to try something new

Batter Up: When she notices you’re stressed, your girlfriend takes you to do some unconventional stress relief

Beautiful Crazy: Some plans throw a wrinkle in your day, but Natasha still wants her wife when she wants her

Becoming Blonde: You comfort Natasha when she has to dye her red hair

Blanket Thief: Natasha always steals the covers from you

Concussion: When Tony hires you on at Stark Industries, you meet Natasha. She isn’t sure about you at first, but once she offers to teach you self defense things begin to change

Detka: In the midst of the battle and in the aftermath, Natasha saves you

Fair: A soft conversation with Natasha

Fear of Heights: When Natasha takes you on the jet for the first time, it’s a night with many firsts

Happy: Waking up with Natasha

Just Right: You and Natasha have your first date. In an unexpected turn, she ends up bonding with your young daughter

Mistletoe: You’re starting to think Natasha is getting you under the mistletoe on purpose

Mountain Getaway: You and Natasha go on a mountain vacation together

Never Really Done This: When Natasha is having a hard time falling asleep next to you, you ease her worries

New Year’s Day: One very special midnight

Reunited: Natasha comes home from a mission

Set List: Natasha goes to a concert with you

Stay: Late night snuggles with Natasha

Sweet Nothing: The love you and Natasha share is soft and sweet

Taking Care: When Natasha gets home from a mission, she needs help washing her hair

Tattoos: Natasha invites you to a pool party and you see more of her body than you ever have

Thanksgiving: Natasha brings you home for Thanksgiving

The Kind of Love We Make: It’s been a while since you and Natasha have had a relaxing night at home, but she’s determined to fix that

The Truth: When Natasha is forced to go on a mission with you, you’re surprised by her behavior

Thin Line: It’s a life or death situation, and there’s a thin line between love and hate

Truth or Dare: While playing truth or dare with the team, feelings get revealed

Washing the Dishes: Natasha Romanoff can do just about anything, but she’s never washed dishes. You offer to help her and feelings come to light

Soft Mama Nat:

A Few Chicks: Spending the perfect Saturday with Natasha and your kids

All That Matters: Natasha and her daughter have a disagreement, but there’s nothing they can’t work out.

Birthday: Natasha wishes your daughter a happy birthday

Cookie Monster: Morning snuggles with the family

Even Though I’m Leaving: Natasha says goodbye to your daughter before leaving for a mission

Family of Four: A couple of soft moments with Natasha and your daughter after the birth of your son

Gingerbread Houses: You and Natasha start a new holiday tradition with your kids

Golden Egg: Clint invites your family to the farm for an Easter celebration and egg hunt

In the Dark: When the power goes out, Natasha makes the most of it

Mother’s Day: You celebrate Mother’s Day with Natasha

Safe & Sound: Natasha sings your daughter a lullaby

Storms Rolling In: You have a family tradition when the weather outside gets messy

Stuffed Animal Emergency: When her daughter’s stuffed animal rips, Natasha comes to the rescue

The Family Grows: You and Natasha have been fostering two children. You have an important conversation with the oldest one

The Godmother: You and Natasha ask Maria an important question

Through Her Eyes: While tucking your daughter in, Natasha overhears you telling the little girl about her mama’s hero ways

Valedictorian: Your daughter is the valedictorian of her class and the whole team and family watches her graduate

Welcome Home: Natasha comes home from a mission to be with her family again

Auntie Nat:

Farmhouse: Natasha brings you home to Clint’s farm and you share a soft day with the family

Take a Chance: When you go the Barton house, you meet a newly welcomed to the family Natasha.

Hurt/Comfort:

All I’ve Ever Known: All Natasha has ever known is how to hold her own, but now she wants to hold you too.

Anti-Hero: When Natasha wakes up from a nightmare, you assure her that her love is priceless and that you’ll never leave her

Close to My Heart: Natasha always wears her wedding ring on a necklace when she goes on missions and she always comes home safely. This time you worry when she doesn’t come home on time

Forgiveness, Can You Imagine?: Before a mission, you and Natasha found yourselves at odds. After the battle, injury leads to forgiveness.

Goldfish: When Natasha gets hurt on a mission, you wait with the Avengers to see her fate

To Be Okay: After an overwhelming day, Natasha holds you

Worry: Natasha rushes to be by your side when you get hurt

Comfort:

A Ring: When Natasha is nervous about getting married, you reassure her that what you have is forever

Baby, Kiss it Better: When your girlfriend gets home from a mission, you inspect her injuries and help her feel better.

Blue Christmas: When you get an emotional gift at Christmas, Natasha is there for you

Castles Crumbling: Trying to get through to Natasha can be a difficult task, but you’ll never give up on her.

Grilled Cheese: Natasha comforts you during a time of loss

Marbles: Natasha comforts you when you can’t sleep

Rescue: Natasha reads to you after a long day

Sometimes They Come Back: You once knew Natasha, but one night she left the red room to pursue a better life. What happens when you meet her again?

The Stars Shine Out For You: Natasha comforts you with her embrace and her kind words

Smut:

Assistant: Natalie Rushman is the new assistant to hotshot attorney y/n.

Come and Find Me: Your objective is always the same: to take Natasha Romanoff down. But you never can seem to accomplish it

Grapejuice Blues: One last time with Natasha

Heat Wave: Natasha works outside in the heat and you watch on with (innocent) eyes

I Can See You: Working out with Natasha leads to more

Intel: Natasha Romanoff is your enemy, but that doesn’t mean that the two of you can’t have a little fun

Irresistible: You and Natasha finally have some alone time. Not even a conference call will make you miss out on taking advantage of it

Paradise: The perfect honeymoon with Natasha

She’s Everything: You help Natasha relax

Sleepover: When Yelena invites you to go home with her for the weekend, you spend some time with Natasha. She finds out you haven’t been with anyone before and offers to be your first

Spring Break: A continuation of Sweetheart

Sweetheart: You’re at a party when your friend’s older sister approaches you. One thing leads to another and you wind up alone with her

You’re Mine: Natasha is not very happy about a coworker flirting with you. She reminds you who you belong to

AU:

Ballad of Secrecy: Natasha Romanoff is a renowned actress, but everyone wonders why she will never settle down. You meet her upon happenstance and both of your lives begin to change.

Best Closers in the City: You are an associate to some of the most successful attorneys in the city. You’re invited to a special dinner with the partners. What happens when one of them asks you to be her mentee? *smut*

Burning Red: Firefighter Nat AU

A Meeting of Fate: You meet an intriguing woman at a bar. It turns out that she’s very important to someone you know

Can You Do That?: Natasha Romanoff is the most popular girl in college, and she sure acts like it. But when she’s with you you’ve got her right where you want her and she will do anything you ask her to.

Chef: You’re the head chef at a popular restaurant where Natasha acts as a hostess, bartender, and subject of your flirtation all at once

Coach Nat: Part 3 of Work Wives

First Date: Part 2 of Work Wives

Work Fiancées: Part 4 of Work Wives

Heartbeat: When Yelena gets in a car accident, you reunite with her and her sister after years of not seeing each other

Hotel Rooms: When Professor Romanoff asks you to attend an educational conference with her, you don’t know what to expect. It certainly isn’t this, but you aren’t complaining *smut*

In the Library: On a study break, Natasha helps you relax *smut*

Jersey: You meet Natasha after one of her football games. She gives you her jersey and so much more *smut*

Oral Exam: When your academic rival gets the graduate assistant job you wanted, you’re standoffish towards each other until one party changes everything *smut*

Performance Review: Natasha calls you into her office for a performance review *smut*

Sleepover: When Yelena invites you to go home with her for the weekend, you spend some time with Natasha. She finds out you haven’t been with anyone before and offers to be your first

The Beach House: You spend your summers at a beach house with Natasha and Yelena. You’ve always had a crush on the oldest girl, but what happens this summer when Yelena starts crushing on you?

Yelena:

Mac and Cheese: Natasha comes home from work and everything seems to fall apart until it falls back into place

Healing: “I need to find Natasha and tell her I’m okay.” You witness a sisterly reunion of Natasha and Yelena.

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1

Requests for Natasha are open!

#natasha romanoff x reader #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff

[stabbyfoxandrew]

also arsonist neil? :))

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 132)

“Renee, I didn’t like kids when I was one.” Andrew attests. Growing up in foster care, more kids meant less… Well, less everything. He hated kids when he was younger. And his position on the matter hasn’t changed with age.

“I already told Dan you'd do it."

"You told her wrong." Andrew says. "Lying is a sin, isn't it? Bad marks for Renee today."

"Do it for me?” Renee asks, clasping her hands together.

“No.” Andrew starts to walk off towards the bedrooms.

“Do it for… uh, brownies?”

Ah, bribery. Sweet bribery. Andrew pauses in his step and sticks his tongue in his cheek.

"What kind?"

“Double fudge with the chocolate chips mixed in?” Renee offers. Fuck, she's an excellent negotiator. She should get a job with the FBI or a suicide hotline.

“Deal.” 

—

It turns out to be as bad as he imagined. Two dozen snot nosed little rugrats are running around the stations, asking questions about everything they see. Andrew has had to look at and talk to more kids today than in his entire life. He supposes he could ignore them, but that’s… He can’t do that. It’s not their fault they’re small and stupid and annoying.

But God… it's tempting.

Andrew sighs as he leans up against the fire engine the kids are taking turns climbing on. This is bad. What will they do if there’s a fire? Well, with 10 on the loose and not answering his messages, the question should be ‘what will they do when there’s a fire?’. Andrew supposes if they get a call, they’ll just have to chuck kids off the truck so they can go.

#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️ #answered #nervousdemeanor7

[dasha-aibo]

Same Chris chan anon, I’m back. I saw your reply, and yeah, I agree on some parts. Good people can turn bad.

What I meant was that if you’re a person with strong values, you would’ve never done that stuff. It was plain sexism. A person with strong values wouldn’t do that because their actions dictate what kind of person they are.

And while I understand that you don’t SUPPORT chris chan, you can’t be like “well! Actually, women, stfu about his sexism!!! He did it because he was bullied online!!! And shut up about how he sexually harassed his female friends beforehand!!!”

Like. Think critically. This was an actual crime. With actual victims. And now he’s out of jail??? Male privilege at its finest. He should’ve NEVER gotten out of jail.

Also, rape is like, in my opinion, the only crime that can NEVER be excused. Because nobody forced you to do it??? Nobody can use it as self defense. Nobody recovers from it like a wound. It’s not simple. It’s a complex hate crime against women.

On another note, I don’t like bullying. I’ve been a bullying victim for many years. And even worse, IN REAL LIFE. But I never would’ve done that. Because plainly, I’m not sexist.

Chris Chan was porn sick. That’s it. He harassed women, did something unforgivable to his mother, and became “trans” to intimidate lesbians into dating him. That’s a straight white man if I’ve ever seen it. The internet is cruel, but it doesn’t turn men into rapists. That’s their own doing. We need to hold men accountable for what they do. We can’t coddle them or they’ll just keep doing shit. It’s never justified!!! Never!! Even the nastiest woman doesn’t deserve it because it’s a hate crime against women as a whole!

Have empathy towards the victims. We never know what they went through, and their suffering was much worse than what a brain rotted straight white man went through. Because let’s bffr, if a man I knew told me he’s a woman because he wants to bang a lesbian, draws porn of me, and then rapes his mom AND PEOPLE ONLINE DEMAND HES CALLED A WOMAN AND THAT HE DESERVES PITY??? That would be my breaking point.

He’s a whole ass villain 😭😭 why can’t y’all see that

I don't believe in perfect villains or perfect victims.

We don't need to villianize Chris to have empathy for Barbara. We don't need to gloss over Barbara being a horrible person to feel horrible for what happened to her.

It's not a black-and-white world, no matter how much Ayn Rand wanted it to be.

Chris was severely abused and neglected by his parents. Barbara specifically fostered unhealthy attachment, which absolutely did not help in this situation.

I don't think we need to state over and over again that FUCKING YOUR DEMENTIA-RIDDEN MOTHER IS WRONG. I think that's pretty obvious by itself.

But just taking a step back and looking at the whole situation in context is important.

And it's important to realize that the collective internet didn't just "bully" Chris. They manipulated and gaslighted this person for over a decade. They derailed Chris's life and any middling chance they had at becoming a normal person. They egged on their every worst instinct and broke this person's brain and will. That goes beyond regular bullying.

I think, overall, it's the internet looking at a monster we created and then refusing to accept that harassing, bullying, gaslighting and obsessively documenting a living, breathing human being for over a decade because they're "cringe" is a bad thing. So Chris has to have been a monster from the start.

Chris is out of jail, because the judges don't know WTF to do with them. You can't hold a person in jail with no trial for more than a year, rape is really hard to prove with dementia patients, who might not even remember it, incest penalties are their own can of legal worms and trying a person as severely autistic as Chris is borderline-impossible.

The best outcome for everyone would be to put Chris in an assisted living facility. But I doubt that's gonna happen.

Also, I refuse to comment on Chris's trans status. It's between them and their psychologist. I simply don't care, because it changes very little.

Yeah, I do think Chris deserves pity. Condemnation AND pity. We shouldn't just forgive their horrible actions. But we should at least have the humility to realize that we would be capable of some monstrous shit if we were ever treated like that.

YOU don't think you would've done something horrible in that situation, but you HAVE NOT been in the same situation. And thank your lucky stars for that.