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caramellohigh · 2 years
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bunnyhybrid!jeonghan x reader
genre: (eventual) smut, (a generous amount of?) angst, fluff, hybrid!au
warning/s: none
word count: 1.2k
synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?
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a/n: hello, sweet peas. i miss y'all!!! 🥺 so sorry for being mia again huhu life's been pretty hectic lately 😭🤧 idek if i'm back for good. i might just pop in every now and then. i hope you guys understand huhu sorry if this is only a short update. i haven't written in a while so i just wanna ease my way back into it as to not overwhelm myself. still i hope you enjoy, beautiful babes! see you again soon 🤍✨
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Chapter 6
The next day, you don’t speak a word of it. 
You try your best to push it to the very back of your mind but it seems to push back, refusing to be buried or forgotten, stubborn like the one you shared the memory with.
You weren’t surprised when Jeonghan almost immediately left the apartment this morning. You’d want to run away too after what happened.
But more than whatever that was, you’re still trying to figure out why he’s been out of whack recently. You're definitely worried, there's no doubt about it. But can this possibly be an excuse too?
Is this your way of distracting yourself from yesterday? Busying yourself with other thoughts? 
Yes. 
Quite frankly, yes. 
So even if Hao is no expert in hybrids, you invite him over to help you out. He had the gall to even decline since he likes spending his days off having tea and meditating with Chan.
But after telling him that he’s part of the reason for your baffling predicament (had he not brought Jeonghan into your life), he came not long after his phone call with you. 
Hao is sitting on your computer chair looking down at you while you lie on your bed, hands clasped over your belly, eyes focused up on the ceiling. “He’s a bit off lately, you say? Can you elaborate on that?” he asks, sounding a lot like your therapist. 
You all but press your lips into a thin line. He waits patiently for your reply, staring at your lying figure from the rim of his cup, the steam from the hot tea slowly fogging up his fake glasses.
Thoughts finally gathered, you heave a deep sigh and begin telling him everything that’s happened in the past couple of days. 
Well… maybe not everything. Especially not about yesterday. 
Minghao hums, eyes slightly squinting. “That is odd,” he simply says and goes on to set his cup on his lap, tapping at the handle in thought. “Doesn’t seem like Jeonghan at all…” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone, “Chan doesn’t usually behave like th-- Hold on.” 
You sit up so fast you almost feel dizzy but you get over it fast. You turn to him with an expectant and hopeful look. Is this it? Does Hao actually have the answer? 
“Maybe he’s in heat?” 
And suddenly, the air around you is pierced with a long, awkward pause.
“In what?” 
“In heat. You know like…” your best friend trails off when he sees your brows pinching together in confusion. Hao blinks a couple of times, “Did… I not tell you about that?”  
“About what? What do you mean he might be in heat? What even is that?” 
He purses his lips and his brows gradually furrow in thought. How should he explain this? 
“Uhh… well,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “To simply put it, he’s horny.” 
“Wh-What?!” you sputter and he just nods. “Yup, it’s that time of the year, I guess? Where he wants to mate and stuff.” 
You’re utterly dumbfounded. How could he miss telling you this information? If anything, that should’ve been the first thing he mentioned when you had a long discussion about how to take care of a hybrid months ago!
“I’m-- But-- Y-You said Chan doesn’t behave like this? Maybe i-it’s not that…” You shake your head in denial and chuckle awkwardly, only for Hao to shut you down and say, “I have Chan on suppressants so maybe that’s why he’s not acting up.” 
It boggles your mind how he’s so calm talking about something like this, nonchalantly sipping his stupid tea while you’re visibly panicking.
Suppressants? What the fuck even are those? How… How are you going to deal with this?
Hao laughs. Your best friend who forgot to tell you one of the key points of taking care of a hybrid is laughing at you, “Calm down, will you? Jeez, you should really start meditating with me–” 
“Xu Minghao!” 
“Alright, alright! Don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll walk you through the whole thing and if you have questions that I can’t answer, there's always the internet. Or you could call the shelter! They have in-house hybrid doctors."
He innocently grins at your scowling face, triggering an eye roll and a deep sigh, “Fine. So, tell me about this whole… heat thing.”
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Jeonghan’s eye twitches the moment he steps inside the apartment. A wafting scent that’s unfamiliar to him invades his nostrils and suddenly, unpleasant feelings start to bubble at the pit of his stomach.
You had someone over while he was gone. 
He’s trying so hard to fight his growing possessiveness, especially when you greet him so sweetly, smile so radiant and warm.
And distracting. Damn it, why do you have to be so beautiful? He almost trips making his way to you because of that smile of yours. 
“What were up to today? Hungry yet?” you spit out, heart thumping faster than it should be when you barely closed all your tabs and set your laptop aside.
Jeonghan shakes his head, giving you a small smile and an even smaller pat on your head. You barely felt it but the miniscule gesture was enough to paint your cheeks red.
You clear your throat, “W-Well, it’s time for me to start on dinner anyways.” You stand up from the couch to make your way to the kitchen while Jeonghan passes you to head to his room.
“Give me a minute, I’ll help you out,” he promises, trying his best to ignore the fact that he can smell the foreign scent on you as well. But just as he takes a turn to his bedroom, he freezes.
That scent... It’s strongest coming from inside your room. His jaw clenches hard, the hand reaching for the door knob balling into a shaky fist. “Hey, did you have someone over?” he hollers before he can even stop himself. 
You hum distractedly and look up to see Jeonghan marching back to you with his eyes looking sharp and unfriendly. Weird, you think to yourself as you set down the ingredients on the counter top. The only other time you saw his eyes like that was when he had that fight with Mingyu…
Is he… pissed off or something?
“Yeah…” you tentatively say, “Hao was here a while ago.” 
“The fuck was he doing in your room?!” 
Your body seizes at the hostility and sheer volume of his voice, eyes bulging out in utter shock. He’s never spoken to you like that before.
Did Minghao coming over make him mad?
But, why? He likes Hao!
The fire in his eyes disappears just as fast as it came and he instantly feels guilty. He drops his gaze, ears flattening against his head, “I’m… I’m sorry!” 
You’ve yet to even open your mouth when Jeonghan sprints to his room and unintentionally slams the door behind him. “Shit,” he whispers to himself, “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to slam the door!”
Embarrassed, he dives into his bed without even taking off his bag and buries his burning face deep into his pillow, “Why’d I do that? How could I raise my voice at her like that?!” 
“Stupid. fucking. heat!" he punctuates every word with a hard punch into his mattress. "When will this end?” he groans.
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farmer-swana · 1 year
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Jenna and Julien are married, nature is officially HEALED
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so enamored with rabbit minigame actually
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coryosbaby · 5 months
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ᴅᴏʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ
Enoch O’Connor x angel! Reader <3
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“Enoch! Give it back!”
Your citrine voice echoes throughout Miss Peregrine’s Orphanage as you chase the dark haired boy down. In his hands is your favorite doll, cracked but still beautiful, one Enoch had brought to life for you in the wee hours of the night many (of the same) days ago. He stomps angrily through the house, his jaw clenched, large back muscles flexing. Ignoring the squirming of the doll— aka, Mary— and her annoyed kicks, he tears open the door of his room and slams it right in your face.
How rude he is! All you had wanted to do was have tea with him and show him your new book. He had snapped at you, snarkily said something about “the both of you being too old for tea parties” and that he had more important things to do then do something so childish. You had snapped back, hurt from his words, and he had stolen Mary from you.
You don’t understand how he can be so cruel. His mood changes like the seasons— one minute he’s got a small smile on his usually dull face as he listens to you speak, making you toys that live and breathe. And then the next, it’s like you’re satan spawn.
You rest your back against his bedroom door, pouting. Tears begin to well in your eyes. You just wanted to show him your new book.
It isn’t long before you’re wiping your face and strolling towards Claire’s room. She lets you rant about your book without fuss, fascinated by all the tales that you had enamored yourself with. She also cheers you up about Enoch.
“He’s just in one of his moods,” she explained. A frown had formed on both of her faces, even when the one on the back of her head was gnawing on a chocolate chip cookie. “You know how he can get. He’ll cheer up and apologize, like he always does. Besides, he knows how important Mary is to you. He’ll give her back, I’m sure of it.”
You wonder how a child so young can be so intelligent about such things. But you guess that’s what happens when you relive the same day over and over for fifty years. You learn things, and in a way, still grow mentally.
After your talk with Claire, you feel better. You bid her goodbye, say hi to Emma as you pass her, and wander down the halls barefoot in your flowing pink dress. You make your way to the library for a new book to read.
To your distaste, Enoch is sitting at the couch when you walk through the door. You let out a little “hhm” sound, stomping angrily to the shelves. He’s got his head in a textbook about anatomy and looks up from it at the sound of your voice. He scoffs, then looks back down at it again.
Your fingers skim over book titles, some pretty and dainty, some horrific and covered in fine, dark print. You decide to pick a book by William Shakespeare— A Midsummer Night’s Dream. You scratch your feathered wings, beginning to read the book as you make your way back out of the room.
You pause at the door when Enoch’s voice makes way through your thoughts.
“You’ve read that one,” he murmurs, as his eyes scan over you.
You waver, hand staying on the doorknob.
“I didn’t know you remembered that.” you reply. You had read it years ago. Or, what you presume to be years ago. If you can even count time here.
“You recited it to me.” he shrugs, taking a glance over at your wings. They always fascinate him, even after all of this time.
“I know what I did, Enoch,” you retort, not having much logic in your sentence. But when do you ever? “Don’t tell me what I’ve done. You don’t have a right.”
“What sense does that make?” He questions snarkily, but you’re already out the door.
Dinner goes without much fuss. Miss Peregrine looks at the two of you questionably, wondering why you didnt take your usual seat beside Enoch, but doesn’t mention it out loud. After the reset you head back to your room and immerse yourself in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Your lace nightgown drapes down your body in silky waves.
Your shoulders are tensed, your feet tapping nervously. You’re used to Mary’s porcelain feet dancing across the hardwood floors, her tiny giggles as she looks at herself in the mirror. Usually at this time of night, you and the doll will lay awake in the dark, huddled under your ruffled pink comforter, and whisper to each other. It’s the only way you can go to sleep— Enoch had made her to help with your nightmares, after all. Your nightmares of children with no heads, monsters that pluck out children’s eyes in their sleep. Your nightmares of losing the people you love.
How could he be so cruel?
That anger flares up again. With a forceful hand, you slam the book down onto your desk and stalk across the hallway. Your knuckles rap against Enoch’s door ferociously, and when he finally opens it you force your way into his room with curses spilling off of your tongue.
“I don’t understand, Enoch!” Your wings seem to glow a dusty red hue from your rage. “I’m nothing but nice to you! I help you with your experiments, I try to be your friend, but at this point I don’t know if anyone could ever..“
You stop dead in your tracks. Enoch’s eyes dart to his work table, as if he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You look across to it.
There, sitting happily, all fixed up, is Mary.
She has a smile on her painted face, and a new dress adorning her. Shes cleaned, polished, and almost looks brand new. All the cracks that were once on her porcelain skin have vanished.
“[y/n]!” The doll giggles excitedly, saying your name in words only you can hear. “Look what Enoch made for me! Isn’t it pretty?”
You gape as Mary happily twirls in her dress. Enoch clears his throat.
“She was filthy,” he mutters. “You should really start cleaning your things. It tracks dirt and grass all over the house.”
Turning to him, your stomach racks with guilt.
“You fixed her for me?”
He shrugs, avoiding your gaze, acting nonchalant.
“I’ve been meaning to for a while. It was quite annoying, watching her face caked with dirt everyday. And her dress was practically torn to shreds.”
You pick Mary up from the table, holding her in the palms of your hands. You press a kiss to her hair. The doll yawns.
“I’m tired,” she mumbles. “Can’t we sleep now?”
“In a moment,” you reply. “Why don’t you go to my room and wait up for me?”
She looks between you and Enoch, does that off putting giggle that would make anyone else uncomfortable, but not you. She hops down from your fingertips, and skips away to your room across the hall.
You hear Enoch’s bedroom door close behind you once she’s gone, and jump. The familiar raven haired boy brushes past you, taking a seat in his chair. His curls fall into his face, and usually you would move them away while he silently grumbled at you not to touch them. But right now, it’s different. You rock on the balls of your feet as silence fills the dark space.
“Enoch—“ you start, but the boy picks up a scalpel and throws one of his toys onto the table.
“I need the jar of hearts on the third shelf.”
It’s all he says, and you know that this is his way of saying he’s sorry. It’s an odd way, but it’s a way you’ve picked up on continuously. The boy doesn’t have the mouth to utter an apology, so he just brings things back to normal instead.
You scamper over to the shelves, picking out the jar he wanted, and sit it down beside him. A small smile grazes your lips, and you sit on the chair that he had put there just for you. He works silently, and his bottom lip pulls in between his teeth. You think it’s quite enamoring— sort of like your books.
Your mouth can’t seem to contain itself, and within minutes you’re speaking up again.
“Thank you,” you say. “I’m sorry. I should’ve—“
“It’s my fault,” he replies. “I…I shouldn’t have came off so brash.”
Without thinking, your hand brushes up against his.
“It’s alright,” you explain. “I forgive you, even though you haven’t said you’re sorry. But I know you are.”
He pauses. He can’t help but trail his eyes down to where your hands meet. You smile up at him, and he adjusts in his seat.
You kiss him.
You don’t know why you do, exactly. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re something special. But your lips meet, and it’s sweet. Innocent, really— a small peck. His eyes are wide when you pull away from him.
“What was that?” He asks.
Your wings turn baby pink, and a grin spreads across your face.
“I just felt like it.”
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tnbscans · 2 months
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Ads for Tiger & Bunny by Hiroshi Ueda
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sirazaroff · 5 months
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bestie i haven’t seen your art in so long i was wondering what happened, turns out i just haven’t turned on notifs for you so that’s remedied now !! gosh ive missed out on some hella good art 😩 you’re pulling my love for crosshares back from out of the shadows, you icon 😩
AHHH PATCH!! dude I’ve missed you too ( ・ᴗ・̥̥̥ ) I also haven’t been seeing you on my feed lately. Thought maybe somehow I got unfollowed from you but naw. Dunno what’s going on with my feed. Anyways I’m glad to see you again! Hopefully you’ve caught up on all the goodness.
Man we need some more crosshares 😤 I always look back to your work for inspo and just general fondness over the kiddos. You capture their dynamic real real well it’s always got me giggling, legs swinging. Lucky for you, there’s more crosshares in the works so, something fun to look forward to >:D
Thank you for reaching out! <3
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Vels on her tippy paws don’t worry
Tho her being tol would be rather fun~
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sleepyminty · 7 months
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When you and your oomfie tomfoolery too much that you switch each other types
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taibani-edits · 5 months
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Antonio from Chapter 9 of Miracle Jump—Love Covers Many Infirmities ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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gossamerufansubs · 6 months
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Miracle Bunny 1 (1988)
Heroine tokusatsu film directed by Minoru Kawasaki, starring Kuroki Eiko.
Sequel is Miracle Bunny 2.
English subtitled version by Gossameru Fansubs over on archive.org.
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angelbellelc2 · 5 months
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I'm finishing up the mini games now in Miracle Mask. This interaction between Luke and the bunny is so sweet. Luke got excited about seeing the bunny roll and found it cute. I like how he tried to keep a serious manner but I bet he's still excited on the inside.
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fyexo · 5 months
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bunny miracle | do not edit.
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geothebio · 10 months
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so my dog has now caught TWO gophers this week alone. she’s taking bookings for pest control rentals at this point
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fuckyeahjoonmyun · 4 months
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do not edit ᕱᕱ bunny miracle (1, 2, 3, 4)
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tnbscans · 5 months
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Miracle Jump (unknown issue) pinup poster
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pistakyu · 1 year
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Happy Bunny Year!
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