#alpha cretin

[aw-colorcat]

Happy to be in this collab! Here’s my little guys

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[jaythelay]

Honestly this is what I'll think about when people say "You also had dumb verbiage!"

Like yeah but they were Legible. Readable. Understandable.

Ya know what an AMV is, you have no clue what an... "anime phonk edit" fucking is. You know what Nightcore is, god stop giving company's free advertising calling them "Speed up Tik Toks" fuckin Kill Me.

It's infant words I'm sure I'll grow to respect when the next generation doubles down. God help us if they don't find this shit as cringe as every other generation.

Think we peaked with Yeet and are recycling what already makes sense and was made for basically the same reasons anyhow.

If you explain to me that a new verbiage from Tiktok it's always fuckin' TikTok can be explained via verbiage from my time that anyone can understand, and where it could be from anywhere but one website, I'm gonna hurl.

It's turned to literal infant sounds. Skibidi Rizz Gyatt Brap. These are sounds beatboxers make and you sound whiiiite as hellllllll.

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄOur Betaꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Omegaverse Au

❦After saving her omegan boss and coworkers, Y/n is ordered to stay on watch because of their induced heat by traitors. Because she’s a beta she is the most trusted candidate. Who knew it would turn out like this?❦

Sano Manjiro, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

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Part Two

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Our Beta

Being an executive for Bonten has its pros as well as its cons. The materialism and connections bring limitless pleasures when one is into that kind of thing. Cons being the risk of either getting caught by the police or killed by the hands of one’s enemies.

Everyone is at some kind of risk. Luckily, Y/n being one of the new executives results in her staying in Bonten’s headquarters most of the time. Usually working under Kokonoi as he supervises their finances. She helps with paperwork and takes on more of a secretary role, though being able to see every confidential file under the name ‘executive.’

Unfortunately, considering the only betas of the group being her and Koko; Takeomi, Mochi, and Kakucho being alphas, her and her supervisor had to complete a quick rescue mission for the omegas of the group who had been forced into an induced heat by a group of traitors, as well as including some of the betas and omegas from their security to help rescue them. Which brings them to this moment in the car full of whining omegas.

The thick smell of pheromones and slick fills their senses as Koko speeds down the road and Y/n eyes the window in the passenger seat. The men in the back damn near naked as they use part of their own clothing as a way to make small nests, eyebrows furrowed as sweat falls with their hands desperately pumping themselves.

“F-fuck, it hurts!” Rin exclaims as he viciously rubs his cock, desperate for a release.

“How long do heats usually last when they’re induced by a drug?” Y/n questions Koko. He shrugs.

“It could vary. A normal heat lasts at least a few days whereas, depending on the drug, could be a full week or more. Maybe even less.”

Mikey leans his head back as he lifts his legs more, gaining better access as he uses his slick as a lube before plunging his fingers into his anus, rubbing his cock at the same time as he breathes heavily out of his mouth.

“How are we going to get them out of the car? They can’t go out like that, they’d kill us once they're back.” She says.

“They don’t really have a choice. They can thank us for saving them before those cretins could rape them. Also, I have things I need to do so you will help the security team bring them in and you’ll be on watch.”

“Shit.” Sanzu whimpers as tears fall from his eyes, seeking to fill and be full as his fingers vigorously go in and out of his ass, his cock pulsating as he jerks it.

“Me?!” She exclaims. Koko side glances.

“Who else? The other executives are alphas and as I said before, I’m too busy. We have to take over considering this is an unexpected circumstance. Boss isn’t in his right mind. Nobody else is trusted enough to stay on watch, though the guards will be right outside the door.”

Ran bites his lip as his eyes lazily drift to his cock, thrusting his hips into his hand as he tries to keep as much control as possible, failing miserably as his body continues to heat up, blood drawing from his lip. All of the omega’s eyes are hazy as they work themselves up.

Once Kokonoi drives up, he parks in front of the lobby of the shared estate. They all have their own individual homes but this was the easiest decision. They have their individual rooms anyway, but Y/n was informed to take them to Mikey’s master bedroom considering it is spacious along with the huge bed the omegas will share since they should stay together considering the lack of chosen alphas. The men were carried to the designated room as Y/n follows, Koko already gone in the car.

As they were placed on the bed, they began to scrunch the blankets and clothes as nests, fully laying in their bare forms as they tried to orgasm. The air is thick as their scents fill the room, fumes would be seen flying in the air if possible. When Y/n begins to walk out, a voice calls out to her.

“Y/n! Com… come ere’!”

She turns and walks toward Sanzu who called her from the side of the bed farthest from the door. When she stands over him, he grabs the top of her suit and pulls her over, causing her to bend as he crushes his lips against her. She immediately tries to pull back, failing as he gives an ungodly grip to the back of her neck, holding her in place.

Her eyes widen as she finally pulls away.

“S-Sanzu! You can’t…!”

“B-beta! Touch me!” He demands, sitting up as he snatches her suit jacket, forcing her on top of his naked body. She gasps as she tries to release herself as he pulls her hips down on his erection, thrusting his hips.

“Goddamnit! S-Sanzu, stop!”

Her jacket is pulled off behind her by another culprit as Sanzu rips her blouse, revealing her bra. Hands slide up her stomach, reaching her breasts as they cup them. She leans her head to see who’s grabbing her from behind as kisses and licks are placed against her ear and neck.

“Ran! No!” She yells, only for him to shove her upper body over Sanzu, gripping her pants as he tears them apart. He continues to tear down her pants legs as she struggles against Sanzu’s wrapped arm around her waist. Mikey and Rin watch as they continue to please themselves, moaning and breathing heavily in desperation.

“GUARDS!” She screams desperately. The door slams open as they look in surprise, covering their noses.

Mikey sits up and glares at them with his piercing, black eyes causing them all to flinch.

“If you interfere, I’ll kill all of you as your loved ones watch.” He threatens. Y/n gasps as they all rush out of the room.

“Beta.” He catches her attention considering he’s still her boss. He motions for her to get closer, ignoring Sanzu and Ran assaulting her body.

“Come here Beta.” He growls. She immediately pushes herself away from the two as they allow her to move, holding back to obey their boss’s wishes. Her eyes widen when the pale man pulls his legs up.

“F-fuck me. Fuck me right now.” His voice slightly trembles as the pain becomes unbearable.

“M- Boss, I-I can’t do that.”

“I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t shove your fingers inside of me.” He glares. A grip tightens around her neck as she’s pulled back into a chest.

“You better listen, Beta.” Rin whispers, squeezing harder.

“B-but you’re only in heat! I can’t take advantage of that and I’m not even an alph-!” She shrieks as her shoulder is bitten roughly, blood dripping down as the hold on her neck tightens even more. Mascara runs down her face as tears fall from the pain, her face scrunched before she’s released.

She finally uses two of her shaking fingers to gather slick before slowly pushing into her boss’s anus, hoping to not trigger pain to save herself from getting threatened anymore. She thrusts her fingers back and forth steadily as the tip of her fingers reach the spot that causes his body to jolt as he thrust his hips.

“Ah! Yes, Beta just like that!” Mikey moans as his head falls back with his mouth slightly open. As she’s bent over, Rin tears her panties off as Ran shreds her bra. Sanzu forces her head to Mikey’s cock.

“Suck it, Beta. Pleasure your king.” His piercing gaze boring into her eyes as he shoves her head down, Y/n resisting by pulling back as she stops her hand movement.

“That’s too much, Sanzu. I can’t.” She whimpers as she feels Rin’s tongue enter her pussy, his hands pulling on her thighs as he pulls her over his face, the back of his head hitting the mattress under her.

“Guys, please! Wait!” She cries as Ran sticks two wet fingers into her asshole.

“I’ve never seen such a slutty beta. Bent over on all fours, so wet for omegas in heat.” His raspy voice states, thrusting his fingers as Rin sucks her clit. A hand grabs her head as it pulls her forward, dark eyes staring into her gaze.

“Do it, Y/n.” Sanzu states. “Boss won’t have to kill you if I get to you first.”

She continues her movement as she eases her mouth on Mikey’s head, attempting to go slow until he thrusts into her mouth. Sanzu’s hold tightens, some of his fingers falling to grip the back of her neck as he holds her head in place while his king thrusts relentlessly into her mouth. She gags as she’s forced to breathe from her nose, saliva and slick falling from her mouth as she thrusts her fingers into his hole. Ran accelerates his thrusting as his fingers hit her walls, Rin continues to suck and lick her clit as his fingers enter her vagina, immediately thrusting fast after he finds her g-spot.

Her body convulses as her legs tremble, all the sensations of her body being used for enjoyment overwhelming her as she shuts her eyes. Tears continue to fall at the pain in her throat, slightly gurgling as she’s drowning with semen. She opens her eyes to Sanzu staring intently at her, watching her pleasure their boss who’s moaning and whimpering as he violently thrusts his hips in need.

Ran climbs over Rin’s body as he replaces his fingers with his throbbing cock, groaning as he pulls her all the way to his base. She clenches in pain, the pleasure of her pussy being eaten and fingered causing a conflicted feel as her asshole is stretched to fit his girth.

With one last thrust, Mikey’s body convulses as he moans out her name, releasing into her mouth as Sanzu forces her to swallow it while biting his lip with a smirk. Breathing heavily before it steadies, their boss falls into a deep slumber. Ran and Sanzu smile as Sanzu gently moves Mikey to the side. She grips the sheets as Rin pushes himself up to where their faces meet.

Without any warning, Rin pushes himself inside of her. She grunts as her face falls onto his shoulder, only for her face to be grabbed and propped up.

“You’re not done, Beta.”

Sanzu shoves his cock into her mouth, holding her head as she’s plummeted by the brothers, roughly. All of her holes are filled as she’s forced into being bitched.

“You look like an omega, Y/n. So full of our cocks, ready to be bred.” Rin taunts as he grabs her neck.

Heavy breathing and moans filled the air followed by Y/n’s occasional grunts and wails as she’s fucked relentlessly by her dangerous coworkers. They become sloppy with their movements as the thrusts harden, followed by grunts and whines from the omegas.

“F-fuck Beta, s’ good!” Ran almost whimpers as he tightens his grip, red hue on his face as he leans over to wrap his arms around her, rubbing his face against her back as his usual neat hair is unkempt, falling over his face.

Rin’s face curls as he thrusts, squelching sounds coming from all of her holes. He stares at her scrunched up face as she’s face fucked. He slightly sits up to leave nurturing kisses on her bruised neck, sucking as his omegan comforts her. He grabs her breasts and gently rubs her nipples.

Sanzu stares at her watery eyes with his own hazy blue orbs, breathing heavily as he’s mesmerized by the tired look on her face.

“My pretty beta. Good Beta, good.” He praises as he pets her head.

Finally, both of the brothers release deep inside of her with two strong thrusts as Sanzu orgasms deep into her throat. She reaches her own release as the pressure builds, her body convulsing as well as trembling. She falls weakly on the Haitani as she breathes heavily, almost crying from joy as it is all over, for now at least.

They all shift as they use the torn clothes for nesting as they bury themselves into each other, including a sleeping Mikey. They all fall into a deep slumber.

The induced heat ended up lasting a week. On the last day, after he was informed by the guards, Kokonoi knocked on the door. Once he heard the, “Come in,” he turned the knob and walked into a messy room. His eyes widened when he saw Y/n, sleeping as she’s sprawled out on the bed naked, wet, and worn out. The omega men were dressing themselves as they normally would, seemingly unbothered by the knocked out woman.

“B-boss?” Koko questions. Mikey just ignores him as he sits on the foot of the bed. He dismisses the rest of them, the men walking out with one last look at Y/n. When it was just Koko and Mikey, he walked toward him.

“Her job title has changed. Chain her if you have to because she’s not leaving this room. All of the executives except the alphas are permitted to enter. Guards stay outside this door at all times.”

Once he walks out of the room, he stops and turns back to Koko.

“Get her on a schedule to be cleaned.”

Kokonoi could only stare in shock as his boss walked away like nothing crazy had happened. He turned back to look at the woman once more before shaking his head. He walks toward her and taps her head, her eyelids barely opening as she eyes him with a blurry vision.

“K-koko? P-please get me out of here.” She murmurs before falling back into slumber.

“I apologize, Y/n. I was not expecting this to happen. I guess we should prepare, hm?”

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: Seven of Nine

By Ames

While we definitely miss Kes, her replacement on Star Trek: Voyager definitely succeeds in filling her shoes and then some. Seven of Nine may have been introduced on the show as an obvious thirst trap to boost the show’s sex appeal, but she is so much more than that. The ex-Borg bombshell, with the acting chops of Jeri Ryan and some excellently written story arcs, grows into more than just the sum of her nanobots.

Get assimilated with your hosts from A Star to Steer Her By as we explore the many facets of Seven, whose journey to regain her humanity pairs so beautifully with the Voyager’s journey to make it back to the Alpha Quadrant. Scour through our astrometrics records below for our usual Best and Worst Moments lists and listen to our hivemind discussions over on this week’s podcast episode (jump to 1:32:36; featuring some bonus moments from guest star drone Carl!). Resistance is futile!

[Images © CBS/Paramount]

Best moments

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor abyss of space After Seven has [reluctantly] joins the crew, one of the first thing she does is start helping out in the astrometrics lab, and in “Message in a Bottle,” she discovers the relay network that our heroes use to send the EMH over to the Dauntless and pass communication to and from Starfleet. It’s an early glimmer of hope after years of tooling around in the Delta Quadrant.

All by myself. Don’t wanna be all by myself anymore. We get an absolute showcase in acting from Jeri Ryan in the stunning “One,” in which she’s left to guide the ship through some nebula or other while the rest of the organic crew members wait in stasis. Seven’s battles with her own demons of isolation, loneliness, and self doubt play out as hallucinations, but she keeps it together enough to save the whole crew from nebula gas!

A single Borg among billions of individuals When home seems to be in reach because of a starship Arturis brings them to in “Hope and Fear,” Seven initially determines that she doesn’t want to go on this roadtrip because of how daunting she finds returning to Earth. Watching her deal with those feelings until she comes out the other side feels like a win, even if Arturis’s scheme turns out to be too good to be true.

The robot has been neutralized. May I leave now? This is just one of those little moments from the show, but I like it enough to include it. In “Night,” when Tom is trying to pass the time during months of monotony, he’s playing some Captain Proton with an unimpressed Seven, who simply deactivates Satan’s Robot with one of her patented “I am Borg”s and it’s just so charming and funny that I’ve got to hand it to her.

Are you my mother? By the time we hit “Drone,” Seven’s able to help her sort-of son One learn the merits of individuality weighed against the dangers that the Borg exemplify, no matter how tempting they may seem. Her taking this new breed of Borg under her wing shows just how far Seven has come in the season since her introduction, and her heartbreak at losing him is real and lovely.

Part of me not unlike your replicator. Not unlike the Doctor. Like Kes before her, Seven develops a rapport with the EMH that is built on trust and their outsider perspectives (oh, and horniness because the Doc can be a bit of a cretin sometimes). Seven fights for his rights in “Latent Image” when she urges Janeway not to blank his malfunctioning memory again – something you couldn’t do to one of the solid crewmen.

You and I wouldn’t be able to play Kadis-kot anymore Another great friendship we see Seven develop is with Naomi Wildman. The young Ktarian starts out terrified of the ex-Borg drone, but by “Bliss,” the two are teaming up to take on the bioplasmic organism, as the only two people on the ship not affected by its hallucinatory effects. They bond over how they don’t have anyone waiting for them on Earth, but they have each other!

Time is the fire in which Braxton burns You know I’ve got to give some love to one of my favorite time-travel stories! Seven really gets to shine in “Relativity,” jumping through time to prevent some sabotage to the Voyager and brilliantly uncovering Braxton’s madcap plan. She knowingly puts herself in danger with repeated trips through time because she knows the importance of this mind-boggling mission.

No really, are you my mother? If you liked Seven’s friendship with Naomi, you’re gonna love her relationship with the dronelings we meet in “Collective.” We meet the Borg children adrift on their vessel and threatening anyone who comes by like puffed-up stray kittens, but Seven tries to save them from themselves and takes in the four survivors (and the Borg baby!), acting like their foster mother.

Definitely in contention for worst parents in Trek While the SSHB team tends to prefer Mezoti because she’s the best, Seven takes a particular liking to Icheb. Like a mother honey badger, she protects him when she smells the danger that his parents pose to him in “Child’s Play.” She figures out their scheme to sacrifice their child and saves Icheb from getting reassimilated, even if it would help his terribly flawed people.

They’re tryna build a prison for you and me to live in By season seven, Seven’s come so far in her character development that she fights for the rights of Iko, the death-row prisoner in “Repentance.” She determines that he can be rehabilitated and given the chance he deserves because he feels true remorse. If Seven got the chance to regain her humanity after everything she did as a Borg, shouldn’t this guy too?

Their isolation may limit their potential, but if that isolation ends, so will a unique way of life This one may not be a particularly good episode, but it’s always nice to watch Seven learn a life lesson. Though she doesn’t initially understand why she should prevent the Ventu culture from getting corrupted by the Ledosians in “Natural Law,” Seven befriends the primitive people and comes to understand the value of allowing them to develop on their own terms.

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Worst moments

Scorpions are not to be trusted Speaking of things Seven does as a Borg, when we first meet her in “Scorpion,” Chakotay is reluctant to trust this scorpion in Borg’s clothing, who is certainly going to betray the agreement she made with Janeway. And whaddaya know, Seven immediately betrays the agreement she made with Janeway! Just like the scorpion in that parable that Chakotay totally lifted.

Nevertheless, I am willing to explore my humanity. Take off your clothes. Once Seven gets deborgified, it becomes clear that she’s first and foremost here for her sex appeal. And the show is going to remind you of that. A lot. No one is more aware of that at first than Harry Kim, especially in “Revulsion” when Seven just offers to sleep with him to lessen the tension, having no idea how inappropriate that is. How else are we to notice she’s hot???

Quoth the raven: We are Borg Like Data in “Brothers,” Seven feels compelled by some unnatural force to take over a ship and fly towards her homing beacon in “The Raven.” Unlike Data, she’s not just programmed by some Soong or other, but instead is hallucinating all over the place and would like to be reassimilated by the Collective. She even holds Tuvok hostage until she learns the corvid truth.

Jenny, I got your number: Species 847-2309 A big speed bump to Seven’s reintegration comes in “Prey” when the Hirogen are demanding the crew hand over an injured being from Species 8472. Janeway tries to teach her the value of compassion for a helpless creature, but Seven loses any trust that’s she has built up by deciding on her own to issue them a death sentence and beam them over to the Hirogen vessel to be murdered.

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me While we’ve already thoroughly put most of the blame for this one on the EMH’s shoulders, Seven isn’t entirely innocent when it comes to the episode “Retrospect.” She’s quick to believe his quack psychiatry and accuses Kovin of violating her just because the Doctor tells her to. If anyone was going to view the facts first, even under duress, it should have been Seven.

From Alpha to Omega The Borg strives for perfection, so Seven gets super into the Omega particle in “The Omega Directive” so much so that it becomes an infatuation. She stops considering reason and the danger of the situation that this highly unstable particle poses, which seems entirely unlike Seven most of the time. Like, it’s a cool particle, but don’t get everyone killed just to look at it, lady.

This is a starship, not a nature preserve After living among the crew for close to two seasons, you’d think Seven would have a slightly better handle on tact by the time we get to “Someone to Watch Over Me,” but apparently she’s just as inappropriate as ever just so the writers can make a joke. Frankly, watching her study Tom and B’Elanna’s mating habits makes me roll my eyes at the inanity.

We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own Oh, and we can’t forget all the assimilating that Seven did as a Borg, even if it’s hard to blame her as a person for it. But she sure does, so we’ll take that pass and run with it. We have a perfect example of it in the flashback story in “Survival Instinct” when she forces the little mini collective who’ve been showing signs of individuality to assimilate, ruining their very lives.

It’ll be like a simple night's sleep I can’t help but harp on this moment in “Dragon’s Teeth” when Seven opens up all the crypods and releases the Vaad’waur from stasis… for absolutely no reason. Scratch that: the reason was to move the plot forward. But really. Seven of all people should know better than to release swarms of randos without investigating the circumstances first. They could be assholes!

The caretaker array is turning the frogs gay! Okay, while I’d admit that this one might inadvertently (or maybe advertently?) be the funniest episode of Voyager, you’ve got to admit that Seven downloading all the logs into her Borg brain in “The Voyager Conspiracy” is hare-brained. Like when the Doc turns himself into Mr. Hyde in “Darkling,” Seven tampers with her mind and ends up turning into a conspiracy nutjob.

Fun will now commence On the flipside, some of the moments that are meant to be comedic fall flat in “Ashes to Ashes” when Seven teaches the dronelings a basic educational curriculum. She has no idea what she’s doing in providing the basic education of the kiddos… and it’s not her job! It’s clear the writers have only stuffed her in these circumstances for some chuckles, but I see through it!

We aren’t far from the boner of your people While I’ll be the first to stand up for the Chakotay-Seven relationship (rushed though it was), any time there’s weird romantic and/or sexual bullshit in the holodeck, I admit the red flags go up. So when Seven makes herself a holo-Chakotay in “Human Error,” that’s a no no. We’ve chewed out La Forge and Janeway for this before, and just wait until our surprise spotlight next week!

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Turns out resistance wasn’t futile! We’ve just got one more bonus Voyager character spotlight before our Enterprise series wrap – and it’s a doozy! So make sure you’ve got this holoprogram running, follow the page for future spotlights and blogtivities, celebrate with us as we get through the rest of Enterprise on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast, chat with our hivemind over on Facebook and Twitter, and we are Borg!

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where volunteering sucks. And freshmen are just as bad for your health as energy drinks.

Or the seventeenth installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!Pack prequel series, new, update, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, fluff, skz fluff

Genre: Fluff

Title: Orientation

“I can’t believe you let hyung talk you into volunteering. Let alone a whole day of giving tours to baby freshmen who have proven to be no smarter than a box of rocks and just as annoying.” Hyunjin scoffs as he catches sight of you, tugging on your ‘Department of Sciences’ hoodie. 

Jisung makes a noise of annoyance in his throat, a nonverbal beratement at Hyunjin to stop moving around so goddamn much, and paints another coat of nail polish across the omega’s nail, his tongue stuck between his lips in concentration. 

You sigh and roll your eyes. “You get a class credit for doing it. It’s an easy A.” 

Hyunjin snorts, but stays still this time, giving you an unconvinced stare from the kitchen table. “Still can’t believe it.” 

“And I still can’t believe that you all took bets on my kinks.” Chan enters the kitchen now on the tail end of the conversation, straightening his unruly curls with his fingers, already sporting his navy ‘Department of Music’ sweatshirt. He gives Hyunjin a sharp stare, only given away by the slightly amused twitch to his lips. “So I guess we’re even.” 

Minho appears in the doorway, looking entirely too sleep rumpled for almost eleven in the morning, and scowls at all of you. 

“What the hell are you all doing in my kitchen?” 

“Hanging out.” Hyunjin offers unhelpfully, as Jisung finishes one of his hands with a flourish and an admonishment to blow carefully on the wet nails. 

“I think the freshmen are cute.” Felix chimes in, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin and resting his head lightly on the other omega’s shoulder. “They’re precious, all wide eyed and innocent and excited for a new year.” 

Minho looks downright exasperated now. 

“Oh my god, is literally everyone here?” 

Jisung scoffs. “You would. Leave it to Sunshine Angel Baby Felix to think the newest wave of fresh meat is ‘adorable.’” 

“I hate the freshmen.” Changbin grunts, sliding carefully past Minho in the doorway, headed straight for the fridge, as he tugs open the door and reaches inside to pull out a bottle of orange juice. “They come into the studio spaces and fuck all the equipment up.” 

He lifts the juice to his lips in an annoyed sort of motion and takes a swig right from the jug. 

“Seo Changbin, I know you did not just drink straight out of my carton like some sort of bumbling, disgusting, uncivilized neanderthal.” 

Changbin looks suitably apologetic as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Sorry, hyung.” 

“The actual worst thing about freshmen though, is that they don’t know how to keep their stupid hands or thoughts to themselves.” Hyunjin continues with barely concealed annoyance, as Seungmin skirts around the still lurking Minho and tosses Changbin a cup from the cabinet with remarkable ease. 

Minho sighs and scrubs down his face with his hand as if he’s about to commit murder, before he turns and disappears back down the hallway to his room without a word. 

A moment later, a door slams shut.

“Yeah.” Jisung agrees with a vicious nod, digging around in Minho’s pantry and emerging victoriously with a bag of chips in his fisted grip, which he uses to point sternly in Hyunjin’s direction, then your own. “Noona is hella hot-goddamn fine even-and those little cretins are gonna be hitting on her alllllll day.” 

Beside you, Chan makes a sound of betrayal in his throat. 

“What am I, chopped liver?” 

You grin and turn to the put-out alpha standing beside you, patting his cheek a few times, none too gently, with the open palm of your hand. 

“You’re very pretty, Christopher. Now c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” 

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You pop open a much needed can of Monster on your walk across campus, and Chan immediately gives you a judgmental side eye as you lift the energy drink to your lips. 

“Energy drinks are bad for you, you know.” 

You take a long sip, and stare him down boldly. “Funny, cause you know what else is bad for me? Children. And we’re about to spend the whole day with a fuck ton of them.” 

Chan considers you for a moment, dark eyes thoughtful, and then reaches for the can, fingers curling around your own as he steals it and raises it to his own lips for a quick swig. 

“Touche.” 

You walk in silence for several moments, gravel crunching beneath your feet, and then Chan says, glancing sidelong at you once more, “You look cute, you know? In your department sweatshirt.” 

You roll your eyes and hide the smile that’s threatening behind your teeth. 

Instead, you turn to him and raise a brow, keeping your expression serious. 

“I’d look cuter if it were off of me though.” 

Chan chokes on the sip of energy drink he has just stolen, and you laugh as he hands you back the can once more, coughing, desperately trying to scrub off the spilled stain that now marks the front of his hoodie. 

“Shit.” 

You pull him to a stop, turning him to face you as you knock his fumbling hands out of the way and pat at the spilled energy drink with a napkin from the recesses of your backpack. 

You’re aware he’s watching you, but you purposefully keep your gaze downturned, focusing more than is necessary on wiping away the stain from the navy material. 

You finally chance a glance up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re just too easy, baby. I had to.” You give a little laugh and a shrug as you finally release your hold on him, but don’t step away. “Sorry.” 

Something flickers across his gaze at your words, but you don’t catch what it is before it disappears, and then he says quietly, “Say that again.” 

You tilt your head and stare up at him, confused. 

“What? Sorry?” 

He shakes his own head, curls falling into his eyes, and there is a thin ring of gold around his pupils now, bleeding into the caramel of his irises. 

“No. What you called me.” 

Understanding dawns on you, and you swallow, trying to ignore the sudden heavy scent of rain in the surrounding air. 

“What, baby?” 

Chan hums, a contented sort of rumble in his chest, and your wolf practically salivates at the way his pupils dilate in response to your voice, and that word. 

“Interesting.” You muse, smirking now. 

You take a step closer to him. 

Chan lets out a long, controlled breath between barely parted lips, and shakes his head, and when he looks at you again, there’s no sign of the gold, of the alpha, that plagued his eyes, only moments before. 

He offers you the hint of a sheepish smile as you feel your own wolf retreat a bit. 

“Sorry. It’s been awhile.” 

You study him for another long moment, and then put some space in between you once more.

“Changbin calls you ‘babe’ at the studio all the time. He told me.” 

Chan grimaces as you both continue to walk once more.

“Yeah, but that’s not the same, that’s just in joking. Bros being bros.” 

“Is it?” You query, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, and you see realization begin to cross his face. 

“Isn’t it?” He repeats back slightly under his breath, brow furrowed. 

You groan and roll your eyes, hurrying your steps so he has to catch up to you, still looking deep in thought. 

“God, the music department is so gay.” 

********

“Okay, any questions?” You clap your hands to get the chattering group of freshmen’s attention, as Chan does his best to round them up into one space outside the campus cafeteria. 

One of the girls-Rheena? Raina?-raises her hand.

You point to her. 

“Yeah.” 

She glances at Chan like he’s put the stars in the sky, her pale pink lips slightly agape as she ogles. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” 

Chan looks caught off guard, glancing at you with a hooded expression, one brow raised.

You sigh. “Yes.” You glance around the group, ignoring the crestfallen look on the omega girl’s face. “Any other questions?” 

Another freshman raises their hand, this time, a boy. 

You don’t like the cocky look in his eye. 

“How’d you manage to bag another alpha? Isn’t that like, weird or something?” 

You sigh again, longer this time, and mutter beneath your breath, “I meant questions about the tour, god.” 

You force a smile onto your face and stare down the smirking little shit-newly alpha-as you say tightly, “It’s not weird. Perfectly acceptable actually.” 

The boy looks like he’s about to say something else, but luckily, Chan jumps in before he can speak again. 

“Okay!” He claps his hands loudly and grins at the freshman. “Lunch time! You can enter the cafeteria through the doors behind you, use the cards we showed you to pay for your meal plan, and then find somewhere to sit.” He glances down at the watch he wears and then back to the group of kids before you. “You’ve got an hour and a half, and then we need to meet back here for the final leg of the tour, okay? Everybody got that?” 

There are several nods and murmurs of agreement, and then the group of freshmen disperse and disappear into the swinging doors that lead to the cafeteria. 

You blow out the annoyed breath you’ve been holding and subtly flip little alpha man off behind his back as he leaves your sight. 

Beside you, Chan chuckles. 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t like kids.” You scoff and shoot him a glare. “It’s not that I don’t like kids, okay? I just don’t like that kid.” 

Chan grins, all flashing pointed teeth, and hands you your sack lunch as you both settle onto the cement stairs behind you, a knowing look in his eyes as he watches you dig around for your sandwich. 

“Fair. But you also have to remember-” He takes a bite of his own sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. “-it sucks to present. He’s probably dealing with a whole slew of hormones from his alpha that he didn’t even have to think about before.” 

You chew sullenly, unwilling to give Chan the point he deserves. 

He takes a sip from his coke and glances at you sidelong, waiting. 

You sigh and crush your own now empty can between your fingers. 

“Fine. I’ll try to give him the benefit of the doubt.” 

Chan grins, tossing his eaten lunch into the nearest trash can, before he leans over and pats your head in an altogether annoying way, which is why it catches you off guard completely when he murmurs in your ear, breath warm on your skin, voice dipping into deep alpha timber. 

“Good girl.” 

You swallow your bite of sandwich, now dry in your mouth, and try not to think about earlier, when he had asked you to repeat what you had said, in that same lilting, deep, commanding tone. 

Say that again. 

You repress a shudder and throw your own half eaten lunch into the same trash can. 

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite nerds.” 

A familiar voice breaks through the tension of the moment, followed by a snap of Autumn in the air, and you both glance up as San, grinning ear to ear, comes into view around the corner of the cafeteria. 

You immediately groan even as Chan stands to give the incoming beta a high five. 

San’s face doesn’t lose its grin as they both settle back down beside you, the beta throwing his arms around the two of you and pulling you close. 

“Sup, alphas?” 

You roll your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that you’re here? Although-” You glance to where he appeared, half expecting to see Wooyoung rounding the corner at any moment. “-where’s your better half? I’d think your ugly mug would scare the children if he’s not around.” 

You offer him a sweetly innocent smile. 

San scoffs. “Please. I’m hot as fuck and you know it.” 

A crisp, cold wave of early Autumn washes over you at his words, and you make a show of pinching your nose. 

“Seriously, Sannie, did he forget your leash? There’s no other way he’d let you wander around on your own.” 

“For your information, I hold his leash, so jot that down-” San leans into you and runs his cold nose along your throat, even as you shove him away from you. He gives you a grin so wide his eyes disappear into crescents. “-and second, he’s rounding up our kids for the second half of the tour.” 

“You let him do that on his own?” Chan asks with slight amusement, glancing down at his watch, even as he stands and stretches. 

“Of course.” San shrugs, dark eyes gleaming now, as he smirks wickedly. “I wanted him to know what the rest of us have to deal with on a daily basis, living with him.” 

“Cruel.” You remark, but there’s respect in your tone, and he knows it. 

“Cruel, but just.” He gives you a wink, and you grin. 

San stands, towering next to Chan, and stretches his own arms above his head, his maroon ‘Department of Dance’ sweatshirt riding up to reveal a tan swath of skin, and the beginning lines of the dark ink of his matching tattoo that he shares with his moonmate, sketched across his hip. 

You stand as well, gathering up the last of your trash, and San gives you a questioning look. 

“Where’s Minnie? Couldn’t convince him to come this year?” 

You snort beneath your breath. “Lee Minho would rather pull out his own teeth than have to deal with freshmen-and you-all day.” 

San makes a wounded face, always dramatic, as you all begin walking toward the cafeteria and the bustling groups of freshmen. 

“Damn. Harsh.” He grins roguishly. “I was really looking forward to us wearing matching couple’s hoodies.” 

“Pretty sure Minho burned that sweatshirt the first week of school. Something about ‘lack of school spirit and maroon isn’t his color.’” Chan remarks dryly from San’s other side, and the beta mocks a pout. 

“He would.” 

San glances over your head and waves wildly to someone, and you follow his gaze, finding a harried looking Wooyoung standing with a large group of gathered freshmen, tapping his foot impatiently and glaring at the beta beside you. 

San whistles beneath his breath. “He looks mad.” 

You nod in agreement. “You’re gonna die.” 

Chan claps the beta on the back. “Hell of a way to go, man.” 

San sighs, and then he perks up again, whirling to face the two of you even as he walks away, walking backward and somehow narrowly avoiding every freshman in his path. 

He points to the two of you. “Oh, hey! We’ve got a freshie in our group that doesn’t belong. Not interested in Dance or anything down that alley whatsoever, but he’s still undecided major wise. Care if I send the little dude to you for the second half? Maybe he’ll dig science or music.” 

Beside you, Chan shrugs. 

“Sure. Send him over.” 

San gives you an enthusiastic double thumbs up, and turns to run in the direction of the still waiting Wooyoung. 

“Think they’ll accept a trade?” You remark sarcastically beneath your breath, as your own group comes into view, cocky little alpha shit right up front and center, your gaze immediately falling to him. 

Chan nudges you warningly in the side, and you bite back a smirk. 

He’s addressing the group of waiting freshmen, when San saunters over with the newest member of your entourage, pulling him up beside you quietly as Chan continues to go over the itinerary for the rest of the day. 

You glance over your shoulder at the beta, and unwittingly, your gaze falls to the boy beside him. 

He’s small, dark red hair falling over the tips of his ears, pointed features pretty and delicate, fox-like, the way he holds himself reminding you a little bit of Felix, unsure and hesitant. 

San is saying something to you, but you’re not registering, because something deep inside-your wolf-is keeping your gaze pinned on the mysterious freshman at his side. 

And then, it hits you. 

He doesn’t smell. He doesn’t have a scent. 

Whereas the rest of the incoming students haven’t quite learned how to control their pheromones yet, their scents strong in your nose, telling you exactly where they fall in the subgender way of things, the boy in front of you smells like nothing-nothing except laundry detergent and maybe a little bit of sweat from the high overhead sun. 

He’s unpresented? Is that even still a thing? 

Curiosity instantly rears its head, and your wolf simultaneously urges you forward without a second thought. 

You hold out your hand, and San stops talking, looking at you curiously. 

“(Y/N).” Your fingers don’t waver, as you watch the boy glance to you in slight surprise, and then down to your still outstretched hand. “And you are?” 

After another brief moment of hesitation, he places his palm in yours. 

“Yang Jeongin.”

San chuckles, giving you a knowing look, which you dutifully ignore, and claps the new student on the back once more. 

“Well, you’re in good hands, Jeongin. I’m gonna get going.” 

And then he’s gone, with one last pointed look in your direction. 

It’s then that you realize your fingers are still interlaced with Jeongin’s, and you pull back abruptly, clearing your throat, even as Chan finally finishes his long winded speech to the other freshmen. 

“Well, Jeongin.” You motion with your head to the group behind you. “Hopefully you think Music and Science are a bit more interesting than whatever those two goons had going on in your old group.” 

Jeongin stares at you for a moment, and then he smiles, and something within you loses breath at the sight, his sharp teeth flashing, eyes disappearing into crescent moons within his cheeks. 

“I’m sure I’ll fit in just fine.” 

You swallow hard, and pull your gaze away from his own, glancing at Chan now, who is staring at the two of you quizzically, one eyebrow raised in silent question. 

You shrug in the other alpha’s direction, and then turn back to Jeongin with a nod. 

“I’m sure you will, Yang Jeongin. I have no doubt about that.”

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[pokemon-ash-aus]

So, Alpha sees a host in King?

He sees something of a host! Currently King is trying to get Alpha to say more, it's just, a little hard when the cretin is so clingy XP

[youremyheaven]

Heloo admin ji! You fav desi anon this side (lol)

I can't believe I keep crying about how not more is talked about Anuradha and then boom! I saw your post and now I wanna cry 🤣🤣

One thing that I want to say to everyone reading this is just that everyone has a different interpretation of the same thing. I'm not taking sides but what I want to highlight is I might pick on different themes and someone else on different themes while analysing the same nakshtra Or anything in general. There's no harm in listening to the other person. Especially if you're self assured about who you are.

Disclaimer: Some of this may trigger y'all although I like to put it in the least offensive way possible

Now coming to the post- where shall I start, Saturn is seen as traditional and stoic. As a Saturn woman I tried very hard to be able to fit in with the ongoing trends that talked about challenging societal beliefs about traditional gender norms. But I authentically always saw myself as more of a traditional woman. Which is something I felt ashamed of. If that makes sense? And honestly Tate's content triggered me a lot (not that I was a subscriber but ofc he's in everyone's feed at this pt. lol) not only because I felt most of it was BS but also because at times I felt like hey I actually want a traditional household but not the picture that he was painting. I just want a normal guy who'll be stable, loyal and caring and ofc I never expect things that I'm not willing to give so it goes both ways. Having said that Saturnians may not be everyone's cup of tea coz we need to be sure about what we're getting into all the time. There's no room for uncertainty imo. Which can go both ways. Similarly being traditional can go towards the extreme. Something that I feel you covered in the post.

End note- We all have a good and bad side. The whole point is some people with some placements end up being on the other spectrum at times or like totally in the way they choose to live while some of us consciously realise where we can change. So my love to you all (non Saturnians included 😂❤)

P.S.- Sorry for the biggest rant of the century.

One of my old failed talking stages was an Anuradha Moon man and he had a very strict gym + diet routine + he was studying for his CA and was super disciplined and strict with himself in general. He got shit done and he was super thorough. He always made fun of podcast bros like Andrew Tate. He was a very staunch atheist and was one of those annoying people who thought anybody who had an ounce of faith was an illogical unscientific cretin and he was super aggressive with his beliefs? He made fun of me for praying 😭 It was so crazy to me how he thought Andrew was an asshole but he turned around and imposed his worldview on others without second thought. He also criticised feminism for making girls think they have to do everything men do to "be equal" and he was also super into traditional gender roles. He spoke about how women these days don't "behave like women" 🤮🤢🤮🤢etc

He also spoke about how important marriage was to him and he'd "joke" about how he'd keep me in place 🫠 after marriage? He was obsessed with being rich and would brag about his sneaker collection and if I ever complained about anything, he'd say that "people like me have real problems, you're just spoilt" 😤 I just think the nature of Saturn is that whatever they believe in, they take it to extremes. If they're religious, they'll be extremely religious but like this guy who wasn't, he was an extreme atheist. Saturn energy can make someone restricted to their worldview.

Being traditional can be a wonderful thing and I consider myself pretty traditional as well (too traditional for some crowds but too "modern" for other crowds) and many women I admire are also traditional (I'll explore more in part 2 ) but finding a traditional man who is more normal?? (Lol) is a struggle 🥲bc a lot of men just think being an alpha asshole = being traditional. The spirituality of Saturn is very inspiring as well and evolved Saturnians are so 🫶✨

[sonicasura]

I love to remind everyone that Bowser's personality can be summed up as a cretinous clown. There is always something comedic happening whether it involves him, a character he is interacting with or even the background. He constantly pilots a flying CLOWN CAR.

It comes out a lot more in the Mario RPGs especially the Mario and Luigi series made by the defunct Alpha Dream. Just full on smart ass with well written lines for any situation. A good example being this cutscene from Paper Jam.

If I get stuck in a situation where I had to choose between Bowser, Ganondorf or Dr Wily, I'm taking Bowser. At least the stay in his castle will be entertaining that's for sure. 😂 Plus man tries to be a good dad for his son.

Bowser also have some awesome boss battles unlike the other two. Best example of that is the Giant Battle from Mario and Luigi Dream Team. (Also shows how badass Luigi can be too.)

My point stands and you have to pry it from my cold dead hands. Bowser fucking rules. Hope to see Jack Black portray him well in the new movie.

[eurigmorgan]

Nemesis

It was already dark when Trevor walked out of the school and headed for home. He was walking alone this time. It would usually fill him with fear, but not today. He would have to cross under the old train trestle, something he would never attempt, but he found himself smiling to himself. He already knew who was hiding in the impenetrable shadows. As he walked through the blackness he had a twinge of disappointment. Maybe they weren’t even there. But he came face to face with a giant shadow man blocking his way. This was no shadow man, he was real, Trevor’s Nemesis for the past two middle school years. Trevor, red haired and small for his age, had been chosen as the personal plaything of Nemesis and his posse of cretinous dogs.

“Hey guys,” Nemesis called towards the darkness, “look who it is. It’s Tricia” There was a shuffling as his pack crept out, snorting and sniggering, to surround Nemesis and his prey.

Nemesis reached for Trevor’s backpack. “Cmon,” he said, “you know the drill. Hand it over” “Nah,” Trevor said, “I don’t think so.” The alpha cretin guffawed, “Ooooh, she’s feeling feisty.” Trevor sighed, “You know what, here, just take it.” “Hmm,” Nemesis said as he hefted the backpack. “Feels kinda heavy. What’s in it?” “Take a look,” Trevor offered. He was beginning to enjoy this. Nemesis peered into the bag but saw nothing but unpierceable blackness. So he stuck his hand in. Instantly he let go an unearthly scream. He pulled his hand out of the bag, except there was no hand. His hand was gone. There was just a ragged stump spurting blood. Nemesis fell to the ground.

As Trevor walked out from under the trestle he could hear the chomping, slurping and screaming. The sound of the Parasytes doing what Parasytes do.

[womendeservehumanity]

This makes wanna fucking cry. I’ve said this before as a member of Gen Z, Gen Z and Gen Alpha boys are actually deplorable. All men are but these boys are embracing misogyny like a cult. I always see millennial liberals saying “the kids are gonna be alright” when they turn out and vote democrat (mostly the women mind you) and it’s like no! The kids are not gonna be alright. The boys fucking hate women. They’re in middle school already abusing their girlfriends. They’re on tiktok and ig reels making “jokes” about murdering, raping, and abusing women. Or laughing at and trivializing those things ACTUALLY happening to women. They’re watching abusive porn and coercing their girlfriends to participate in said abusive sex acts because that’s “normal”. They’re proudly calling themselves misogynists and identifying with the likes of Patrick Bateman and Homelander. It has never been more fucking over. We need to protect our girls from these cretins

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[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #132

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

The following material is classified - unless you've read the rest of Government Man here on Tumblr! Also, this is a continuation of yesterday's episode, so read that first.

Government Man checked his second holster - the one under his jacket - and felt the calming cool metal of the grip. His captors had been sloppy. But it was too soon to reveal himself now. He needed information, and he could only hope Counter Spy and his accomplice would continue talking.

“So…” Counter Spy began. “Having any fun times lately?”

“Yes, indeed.” The androgynous one pushed up their glasses. “I went to see the new Pixar movie last night.”

“Is not for kids?”

“Pixar makes fine cinema, sir. Have you ever seen Wall-E?”

“Not.”

“It’s a masterpiece. It’s in The Criterion Collection.”

“Thank you, Omega-Delta. I will remember this that you suggest.”

This was not the intel Government Man had hoped for. But he did make a mental note to sit down and watch Wall-E whenever he next took ‘time off’.

The gurgling sound from the tube stopped, and Omega-Delta pressed a button on their control panel. A defibrillator charged up and released, and the Government Man in the tube spasmed to life. He held his head, groggy, disoriented, and listless. With the push of another button, a robot arm lifted the glass and Beta stepped out.

“The agent is covered in slime. I am hating slime! Why did we choose this gross as our substrate?”

“Bromothymol Gel is very rich in carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, and phosphorous compounds. The building blocks of life.”

“The question was being rhetorically, Omega. I do not have care for this. Wash him and put him in a suit.”

Counter Spy went back out the door he entered through, and Omega-Delta took Beta over to an emergency shower in the corner. Government Man Alpha took out his hidden pistol and snuck out to follow his nemesis.

He quietly shut the door behind him and looked around for cover. There was a vending machine, so he hopped behind that. But as he surveyed his surroundings, he realized he recognized that vending machine, and the stains on the drop ceiling, too. This was CIA Headquarters. He glanced back at the door he’d exited. It was a ‘supply closet’ he’d passed by every day for as long as he could remember. He’d never known for even a moment that such things happened right under his nose.

Footsteps approached. GM squeezed himself as deeply into the corner as he could. He’d be safe so long as nobody wanted a snack. Unfortunately, somebody wanted a snack.

Boss Man stepped up to the machine, stuck out his tongue, and titled his head, looking at each item on the shelves.

“Hmmm…” He muttered to himself. “Do I want left Twix… or right Twix… or do I want pretzels…”

It didn’t seem like he’d noticed Government Man crammed into the corner, who stayed perfectly still in hopes that he might not be seen.

Boss Man began ventriloquizing the junk food with a high falsetto. “I’m Twix, and I’m a tasty little snack! I have chocolate and caramel and a cookie! I will make your tastebuds sooooo happy!”

The pretzels had a deeper voice. “I’m pretzels. I wanna get dipped in mustard! Chocolate will give you a sugar rush and make you fat.”

“Pretzels don’t taste like anything but salt and airplane seat cushions!”

“You take that back, you foul-tempered cocoa cretin! I oughtta -”

Boss Man turned and rolled up his sleeves, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Government Man staring at him with the expression of a child who had just witnessed an argument between parents.

“Um… Government Man. Good afternoon…” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uh… which snack should I buy from the vending machine?”

Government Man could have stood up at this point, but remained still. “I think the candy bar made a better case for itself.”

Boss Man nodded. “Yes, yes, I agree.” He punched the number in and watched as the machine slowly dropped it down, where he retrieved it from the door at the bottom. He unwrapped it and took an uncomfortable bite. “Government Man?”

“Yes?”

“What you just saw is classified. Tell no one.” He walked away.

~

Government Woman crossed her arms at Alpha.

“Oh, right, I was supposed to skip over that part. Anyway, after that I went to Postal Fred’s house. I needed someone who had experience moving cargo.”

“Wait…” Government Woman gasped. “You stole the government property!”

“These clones are me! They should not belong to anyone! The only trouble was that I did not know they were outfitted with tracking devices.”

“Every third item… that is what Boss Man said.”

“I do not have a tracking device, so it is possible that both Beta and Epsilon do. Do you have any idea where they might be?”

“I have no idea -”

Government Woman was interrupted by a buzz from her watch.

“It’s a message from the impostor! Or, uh, ‘Beta’. He says he is in the hospital with Government Boy.”

“Who is Government Boy?”

“Oh, I guess you do not know him. He’s new.”

“Hmmm.”

“Oh my goodness! He was shot!”

Alpha glanced back down at the shattered tube. “I think we have our answer. Government Woman, I must ask that you act as my eyes and ears on the inside. But before you go, I must ask…” He scratched the back of your head. “I only saw myself in any of these cloning tanks, but… do you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“Do you remember anything before my birthday party? Do you remember a life outside of the CIA? Do you remember being a child, being free, having a family?”

GW looked at the floor. “That is classified.”

“I know that, Government Woman, I know. And I’ll take you at your word for it but please, please, tell me, do you remember?”

“I… I don’t know.”

GM nodded. “Alright.”

[marathyst]

Btw i got a 203 out of 210 score on tht c1 exam so i dont talk like this because im not a native soeaker i do it because im a fuckup (remembering im showing exploitable weakness but playing it off because i know bitches love a vulnerable cretin) But i stay an Alpha. And you all follow me anyway. Thats right.

[retconned-royalty]

I want the K

Kiss Roulette

41. A kiss out of spite

Heavy hands landed Stiles shoulders. Possessive hands. Bruising fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath the younger man's collarbone. Blue eyes shifted to black as he met the gaze of Stiles' current conversation partner. Demonic eyes that screamed I own him.

Scott glared back, angry but ultimately impotent right now. His best friend has chosen this cretin and there was nothing he could do about it. I'm the face of the glare, Damon smirked with the infuriating knowledge that no matter what he did to Stiles, the young alpha would feel helpless. It was a power trip.

Stiles had fallen silent mid sentence at Damon's touch, fangs slid lewdly along the side of his teeth, drawing a shiver of goosebumps instead of blood. All the while holding eye contact with Scott. When he flipped the boy around and kissed him roughly, it wasn't about Stiles at all. It was a message.

I own him.

[jjungkooksthighs]

Ah, there he is now. It will be too easy to make it seem as if you led me out here. As if you wanted to escape him and come to me.

He.. he trusts me. I know he does. Here's not a doubt in that.

Alpha, please. Get me away from here.

You hesitated. Why is that?

Jungkook lifts his lips to bare teeth as he challenges, “My eyes are over here, you fucking cretin. What the fuck are you doing in the forest at this hour?” He looks over at you, his jaw setting, “Did he touch you?”

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Omegaverse chapter 2

Part 1 part 3

(name) was dumbfounded.

These motherfuckers just came onto his land, into his house and fucked his life up and demanded that he allow them to woo him.

(Name) didn't know what to think honestly but he knew what to say.

"No"

"What?" Mikey and Izana said wide eyed "do you already know who you want to go with?" Izana asked excitedly and Mikey shared similar excitement; both men assuming it's themselves.

"I'm not going with either of you, seriously what would make you guys think after you put me into a stress induced Frenzy and destroyed my home that i would want to go with you two?!" (Name) snapped out, honestly the gall of these alphas!

"Alphas, you all just think you can bust in and act like you run the place without any regard of how it affects other people! This is one of the key reasons why I ran away to begin with! That and being murdered for my vender" (name) seethed out and glaring at the two "let us prove we are worth your time..." Souya spoke out, chest heavy with guilt...he didn't mean to do this to the omega..

He didn't mean to basically take everything this poor man worked so hard to make right from under him.

"And why should I?"

"Because want to prove we are worth your time"

(Name) sat silently before speaking "Not like I truly have an option, you guys probably won't go away anyways"

Mikey and Izana perked up at this and already formulating ways to woo the omega and make the other look bad "now can you guys please go away? I have to clean your mess"

(Name) was obviously upset at the fact that everything he worked to make was ruined and that's when Draken spoke up next "let us omega... It's only right"

Some members of the clan complained but after a glare from their respective leaders they quickly went to work and tidied and fixed up the omegas home with both their physical abilities and magical and (name) would never admit that he was fascinated by the magic they used, like a black whispy must coming from them.

He was almost curious on what it felt like..

The demons pretended like they didn't see the look of awe on the omegas face while they fixed things up, only taking roughly twenty minutes but god did it boost their egos when the pretty little omega looked at them in awe and they had to suppress a laugh when he acted like he didn't care.

He was just so precious!

Once they finished (name) begrudgingly thanked them and basically kicked them out the best his human strength could allow but before the demons left Mikey took the omegas hand and layed a tender kiss on his pulse without breaking eye contact "see you soon darling" as Izana kissed his knuckles " Can't wait to see you again my queen"

(Name) huffed and pulled his hands away and slammed his door shut with a frown before closing his curtains angrily and walked to his now closet nest and began fixing it and grumbling to himself.

"Treating me like I'm some prize to be won.... fucking bullshit...how would they like it huh?!"

Outside the hut the rival tribes stared at one another menacingly, the air frigid and dead.

"May the best demon win..." The clan leaders said to one another before going off in separate directions to set up camps.

They were not letting this omega go.

Morning came and (name) almost forgot about yesterday's events and grabbed his bow and arrow, needing meat for tonight's stew and went out.

Only to see those fuckers from yesterday..

Oh yeah.

Them.

(Name) looked annoyed at the alphas who looked confused at him "where are you going?" Mitsuya asked curiously and eyed his bow and arrow "hunting" (name) said simply and the alphas found they enjoyed an omega who could care for themselves like he did.

He wasn't weak.

But they liked the idea of taking care of him more..

"That's not very omega like is it?" Hanma said teasingly and (name) shot his head towards the golden eyed man with a cold glare "and what exactly is omega like?"

"Letting us hunt for you baby boy"

"Don't call me that you cretin" (name) said disgusted before walking past them, and into the deep woods around the small clearing.

(Name) drew his arrow with precision and shot the rabbit directly in the neck and smiled slightly.

Until the sulfuric smell was far to close him, turning (name) yelped as Mikey's face was basically over his shoulder.

He didn't even hear him!

"Wow, my omega is sure full of surprises! Angry told me how good of a cook you are as well~" he said happily and (name) was confused...who was angry?

"Who is---" "oi back off from our omega!" Izanas voice rang cold and (name) was pulled into someone's chest, a tall man with braids and playful lavender eyes "hello little one~" he said smoothly and chuckled at the omegas startled expression as another with blonde hair and blue streaks leaned beside him with a curious grin.

"My name is Ran~ this is my younger brother Rindou~ we are the Haitani brothers" Ran said smoothly into (name)s ear and (name) flushed from discomfort and tried to get out of the lanky man's grasp.

"Where you going? We just wanna get to know our future mate better" Rindou said teasingly before taking (name)s hand and kissing it.

"Oi back off from our omega!" Nahoya said with angry and the Haitani brothers pulled (name) behind them, the omega taking the moment of the alphas being annoying to go collect his rabbit before a wild animal grabs it.

Pulling out the Arrow from the rabbit (name) ignored the argument behind him, hunting would be cut short today as the angry pharamones most definitely scared away any wild life within a ten kilometer radius.

Walking back, alphas kept trying to help him with everything and it would be sweet if he didn't know their motives behind it all.

The back of his hut held a small skinning shed he created, better to keep the smell of blood and such out of his home after all "hmm what are you doing?" A voice spoke clearly behind him and a tall masked man stood behind him staring down at the rabbit in the omegas hand "skinning it and prepping it" (name) said bluntly before going to complete his task, ignoring the looming demon behind him who watched over his shoulder with great interest.

The Alpha continued following him everywhere, and soon the clan leaders returned from their squabble and watched (name) with interest like a kid seeing a fire breather when he was just doing mundane tasks and doing his best to ignore the stares.

"Do you need help (name)? Mitsuya is really good at sewing and stuff" Souya said awkwardly to the pretty omega, still low-key feeling like shit for putting this on him but hey at least the omega didn't get whisped away with the perverted tenjiku clan, he didn't trust those slimy alphas at all.

(Name) was fixing a quilt, the stitches not great in the slightest "I don't want to inconvenience, it's fine" (name) said trying to focus on the sloppy stitches, not paying attention to the blue haired man glancing to who one would assume was Mitsuya, the lavender man smiling softly and walking over behind (name) and gently taking the others hands in his own "It's like this.." his voice was smooth in (name)s ears as he showed him the proper way, eyes kind as (name) mumbled a soft thank you and continued his work, the other men watching on with seething jealousy at the display.

Mitsuya would be a damn liar if he said he didn't take this opportunity to secretly smell the other, relishing in the sweet aroma the other produced; he could drown happily in the scent honestly. "What do you like to do omega?"

"(Name)."

"Hm?"

"My name is (name), not omega" (name) huffed out and Mitsuya smiled at the others cold look and replied "Takashi" and the omega nodded before returning to his task.

It was strangely thrilling to see the omega do small tasks like this, gave the men a homey feeling the weren't used to at all.

And it was addictive as hell.

"You never answered my question (name)~" Mitsuya said softly, eyeing the omega who sighed defeatedly "before I left I enjoyed reading quite a bit, when traders would visit I would spend the coins i saved for a new book and sometimes the town doctor would let me read his scrolls and books" the look in (name)s eyes, it was like he was far away as he remembered fondly of reading book after book.

"You don't read anymore?" Mitsuya asked genuinely curious and (name) gave a weak smile "male omegas are practically an omen... Going to any towns would be a death wish" he said simply before standing up "it's getting late, goodnight" and with that he was gone, leaving the alphas to stare at his missing presence and the lingering smell of (scent).

"We are getting him every book his heart could desire" Mitsuya said seriously as the demons sat around the large campfire, having told them the omegas hobby.

The men wholeheartedly agreed.

(Name) couldn't sleep, tossing and turning before ultimately giving up.

Stepping outside, he felt the cool air hug him as he say on the tiny porch of his home and looked at the night sky.

Within a week his life had completely spiralled out of his control.

He almost wanted to laugh.

The alphas were tolerable but he knew they had alterior motives.

They always do.

The sky was splattered with stars and radiant colors and (name) couldn't pull himself to look away and felt his worries was away just slightly.

Kakucho watched from a distance, the omegas expression so serene and relaxed... God he wanted to whisk him away but that would lead to a blood bath.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" He asked once close enough and (name) jumped slightly and Kakucho apologized for startling him.

"Shouldn't you?" (Name) fired back and stared at the scarred man suspiciously and Kakucho showed his hands to show he was in fact not a threat "demons don't exactly need sleep" he said softly and sat beside the omega who watched him suspiciously "i never got the chance to introduce myself... Kakucho"

"(Name)"

"Sorry about Izana, he can be intense sometimes but he is good"

"You guys came with the intent of taking me from my home and turning me into what? A baby maker?" Ouch. That hurt a bit "why should I believe anything you lot say?"

"We wouldn't make you into a baby maker, we wanted to mate you"

"There's a whole process before that ya know" like courting and such.

"Isn't that what we are doing now?"

"Only because Toman came"

He wasn't wrong.

Tenjiku was only going through the courting process because Toman happened to show up.

"I'm sorry" Kakucho said honestly looking at (name) with seriousness that almost startled the omega "your apology is heard but not accepted"

Well it was something other than the omega hissing and such at them.

(Name) shivered slightly in the cold night before standing up "you should go back before your pack misses you" (name) said simply and went back inside, Kakucho almost reaching out to hold him close when he left.

His alpha greatly enjoyed the omegas company and he found himself enjoying it as well.

And he found himself wanting more.