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hobiwonder · 4 years ago

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Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie AU

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of... well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to.

a/n: hello hello im back from the dead iuhbIUHBUYBGUY okay so, yes this isnt baby baby but i am a bit behind on that so i really hope posting this instead can satiate my sluts for a few more days until i have that done. I have a lot of this written so I will post this on a semi-regular schedule. rest of the schedule i posted will stay the same. it’s just baby baby that’s kicking my BUTT!!!! Lastly, I started writing this before Goo Hara passed away. Opening this document made me a little sad and also happy when i remember Hara and her love for eco-friendly fashion. I guess, this is kind of a tribute to her? anyhow, I hope you guys like it. please please please, validate me. :>)

"Y/n they're going to be sold to this man who works for a black market. What do I do? Oh god. I-I didn't know our company was into that business."

Your best friend is nearing the point of tears and you can understand her frustration. "Listen, Hara, take a deep breath and tell me when exactly this is happening."

A deep breath is taken as you'd suggested, before you hear Hara's voice again through the phone. "Okay... Okay. I was just told by Minseok that there is an auction for the remaining two from the past failed batches. Apparently two others have been adopted and the rest have been pawned off somewhere. I'm not sure. From our division of the company, these two are the ones that have not gone for further testing to be open to the regular public. A-And so now there is a super secret auction happening tonight. It's not open to the regular public as you already know but staff members are able to attend. What do I do y/n? I can't afford them. I have my own to deal with. These poor boys will go to some horrible owner who will use them f-for god knows what."

Now Hara was crying. Openly and brokenly for the possible fate of these 'failed' hybrids that her company had produced. This was a sticky situation and even you, a Human and hybrid rights lawyer, had limited ideas as to what could be done on such a short notice. But you were not about to give up.

"Hara, don't. They will not be bought by some hybrid trafficker okay? I won't let it happen. I will... I will at least try. It's my job, remember?"

Your optimism is convincing enough. And you wholeheartedly believed that something would give. These big corporations had their toes in everywhere and you didn’t yet know if they had already had a designated buyer on the black market they pawned their hybrids off to. Where there was money to be made - no company had morals rigid enough to stop themselves from the temptation. You already lived in an age where human trafficking was no longer a cause for activism or big debates. Not when more species - man made or not - had been created to take advantage of.

“Okay yeah. You’re a badass lawyer, you must have something up your sleeve right?” Her voice is shaky but you confirm with an enthusiastic nod she can’t see.

“Of course! I’ll kick their asses. Surely this can’t be legal? No blackmarket is. Let me have a look at what can be done. I’m assuming you can bring a plus one tonight?”

“Yeah I-I was given a ticket. You’ll be coming with me right?”

“That’s why I asked, silly.” Her relieved chuckle brings a smile to your own lips.

“I’ll see you there. Don’t give up hope until I do, alright?”

“Okay... You’re right.”

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“Fuck this. Fuck my life.” The curses escaped your mouth left and right as you looked over the dozens and dozens of papers splayed out on your oak desk.

Even your comfortable office chair couldn’t stop the knot building up between your shoulder blades. This was bad. Really bad. Corporate law allowed unfit materials to be sold to third parties. What these third parties did with those materials - the company of origin was no longer liable for. In short: These hybrids were going to be bought by someone sketchy with a crystal clear profile and no paper trail unless someone bid higher and bought them.

None of these bastards were rookies. They had solid paperwork where necessary and it would be near impossible to prove their illegal activities when all of them took place on the dark web. A place that opened up more threats and risks than solutions. No legislation covered hybrid rights that weren’t even registered yet. Whoever bought them would have to register them and then the hybrids would be able to receive the minimum protection they had a right to.But you can bet your father’s company that whoever bought them will never register them. Essentially these hybrids will be wiped out from the system.

Fingertips tapping against the wood, each passing minute was precious time lost. it was already 5pm. You had to leave for the dreaded auction in less than an hour and hour and yet here you sat in your chair. Hands itching to do something other than pick up the phone and tell Hara that you were at a loss. What could you do? Who would take them? You didn’t know anyone that was ready to add not one but two hybrids to their household. And ones that were not fully approved to be released. You couldn’t just lie and pawn them off to just anyone. Then you would not be any better than the company trying to get rid of them.

Sighing, you pack up the papers and documents you had initially thought would help. They were of no use anymore. All you could do was go and offer support to Hara. Or Maybe you were going because you still had hope that there would be someone who would save those hybrids. Hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like you but you had it. This was no time to wallow. So you smooth your skirt, touch up your makeup and put on your heels that had men double take.

Maybe you could scare and/or seduce these people in changing their mind?

You laugh at your absurdity, glancing in the mirror one last time before you leave with stacks of files in your hands. You could at least stall them.

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“Y/n! Thank god you’re here.” I’m not so sure about that. Though you opt for a gentle smile and meet her embrace enthusiastically.

You can hear the sniffles coming from Hara who has her head buried in your shoulder. “Hey, no crying okay? No matter what happens.” The comment has her pulling back just as quickly.

“What do you mean? You have a plan for tonight r-right? Y/n..”

How could you do this? Lie to her? This was not fair on her. On anyone really. It wasn’t your fault and neither hers for whatever would happen tonight. She needed to know what to expect. As much as your heart clenched and ached to say the words you were about to; it was important to mentally prepare for the worst.

“Hara... I couldn’t find anything.” Your frown is apologetic. Trying to convey how really truly sorry you were but it doesn’t stop the tears from brewing up in her eyes.

“Oh.. I thought- thought they had a chance y/n.” You reach out for her hand, wanting to alleviate her hurt as soon as possible.

“I will at least try to see who will buy them okay? Don’t worry. We can keep an eye out on who gets them. They will be alive at least, right?” Your attempt at finding a silver lining doesn’t make her look any more reassured than you felt.

Glancing at your watch, you motion towards the building. “Come on. Let’s go before they try and kick us out.”

Hara nods, numbly leading the way towards an auditorium where several people had already taken their seats. You’re not sure how many people you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t... this. There were at best 10 people here. All ten seemingly looked like they knew each other. This could only mean one thing. That this sale was to some degree, arranged. As in, multiple buyers were from the same company posing as separate customers to maximise their chances of acquiring the hybrids.

“Hara, have you seen any of these people before?” Your whisper has her craning her neck to have a good look at all of the men sitting in the front few rows.

“No, I don’t think so.” Her furrowed brows turn to you instead, “Do you recognise any of them?”

Shaking your head, you follow her down the stairs to sit in the row behind the last pair of buyers who were sitting.

“Whoever they are... they don’t look like they are all strangers.” Hara is gripping on to your arm when she hears you, visibly nervous once again. “I’m just speculating, okay?”

Your attempt to ease her, once again, is not enough. But you don’t try again since you don’t even believe your own words. The auctioneer however, stops you from thinking further about the impending events of the night. The man stands in a lab coat, glancing at his watch before he brings his mouth closer to the mic on the dice.

“Let’s begin gentleman... and ladies.” He seems to be surprised to see you and Hara sitting at the back. And before he begins further, he motions someone. Another man approaches the auctioneer and listens carefully as the other whispers. A few seconds later, his eyes fall back to where you sat with your best friend.

Hara’s grasp on your arm tightens once again when the man heads to your general direction. On instinct, your back straightens, posture more solid than before so as to not give anyone the wrong impression that they can mess with you unwarrantedly.

“Excuse me Miss.?”

“Yes?” Your curt reply surprises him but he recovers fast, glancing towards Hara before talking to you again.

“Are you a guest of Ms. Hara?”

“Obviously.” Your unwavering gaze visibly unnerves him. It was obvious to anyone there but you had an idea this was some sort of test.

“May I see your ticket please?” His bogus smile annoys you more than it should. Nonetheless, Hara is fishing out the ticket from her purse and showing the man. He inspects it longer than he should and finally walks back to the auctioneer to let him know you had the right to be here.

“Who would do that if they weren’t running a hoax?” You ask Hara before you can stop yourself.

“Alright. Apologies for the delay. We will now begin. As you are all aware, we are auctioning two of our very elite hybrids from a rare batch. They have not progressed to the next stage of screenings and tests due to some technical difficulties. Thus, we are here to give them a chance at a new home rather than a painful end.” He looks in the audience for effect. Euthanasia is what he meant.

“These hybrids are fully functional however lack a few abilities they were initially designed for. Due to these technical issues deeming them failed to proceed, they are available for purchase at a much lower cost than what they are sold for on the market.” The auctioneer looks so smug the urge to smack his across the face is almost irresistible.

“Right, bring them out Wonho.” Everyone is watching carefully, waiting for the ‘failed’ hybrids and you don’t know what you were expecting.

Not what you see though. Definitely not. Because the two - tall - hybrids entering the stage are not what you expect. Peach and silver tones greet your eyes as well as incredibly sculpted faces. The peach haired hybrid seems to cling to the silver haired one. The man leading the two hybrids seems to be frustrated with their slow pace, giving the peach haired hybrid a little shove and there is only so much you can do to not yell at the top of your lungs for him to get his hands off of them.

The man sighs, letting the two hybrids to just stand in the middle when the peach haired one does not stand apart from the other hybrid. While the shorter of the two hybrids - and much, much shyer - looks around anxiously at the people in the auditorium, the silver haired one has his features set in stone. His eyes don’t look alarmed, they don’t seem scared. He just looks numb. He stares ahead at the people sitting in front of him while the peach haired boy visibly shakes, breathing fast and eyes flitting across every surface. He takes a step back, hiding part of his body behind his silver haired companion for comfort.

“There you have them. The peach haired specimen is a Oryctolagus cuniculus or - a bunny in more simplistic terms. The silver haired specimen is an arctic fox, Vulpes lagopus. Both hybrids are off a rare species and very sought after on the market. Due to technical issues, once again, unfortunately, we are only able to sell them in a pair. They are useless on their own.”

The candid way the auctioneer speaks of them has your blood boiling. But what gets you more is the laughter that sounds in the auditorium. Did these assholes think they were funny? The hybrids - entirely human or not - were present in the room with them. Did they not have any ounce of respect for them? Hara was not faring any better. Watching with a frown as chatter continued among the buyers. The bunny looked even more disturbed, looking around at every man in the front few rows - before his eyes landed on you.

The gasp that leaves you is abrupt. His pained expression holds your gaze, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bunny jumps when the auctioneer speaks again.

“We will now start the bid at $1000. $1200 anyone?” Several hands go up before the auctioneer raises the price to $1400.

Bald, greasy men exchanging glances and crude remarks as they talk amongst themselves. Your heart is thumping, your blood thinning. With each passing second, your throat seems to be closing up. There was nothing you could do to save them, was there? The further the price went up, the more panicked and distraught the bunny looked, gripping his fox companion harder, hiding behind him even more. The silver haired fox looked much like what you had stopped Hara from looking only this morning. Hopeless. His mouth was set in a thin line - just taking in the scenario in front of him. It was obvious he saw his fate before his very eyes and instead of futilely hoping that someone would save them - he stares his aggressors in the eyes.

“Brilliant! We’re at $3000 for the gentleman in the first row. Anyone for $3500?” The said man looked positively smug, sitting with his legs spread lewdly. Most likely sure that no one would contest that price.

Definitely not you.

“$4000.” Your voice yelling above everyone else is even foreign to your own ears. An outer body experience as you watch yourself look the auctioneer straight in his eyes, daring anyone in the room to go higher up on the price. But most of all, you watch the silver haired hybrid’s gaze waver for the first time - looking at you in such surprise like it was the first time he was noticing you.

“Ah... Anyone for $4500?” Only one other hand goes up. The man that had been the prospective buyer before. His face is ballooning with the amount of blood that’s rushing to it.

“Y/n? What are you doin?!” Hara’s frantic whispering flies over your head as you call out once more.

“$6000. Final offer.” You look at the other men in the seats beneath you, challenging them to dispute your offer.

The atmosphere is tense, thick with the tension brewing inside the auditorium and yet you don’t shy away from the angry glares being shot your way. A minute passes. No more offers.

“Sold to Miss?”

“Y/n.”

“-Miss Y/n. Thank you all for participating.” The loud chatter is instantaneous as the auctioneer motions the other lab rat to, assumably, gather the hybrids and their things.

“Y/N! Oh my god.” Hara has all but engulfed you in a tight hug once more. Shaking you slightly out of your own shock. This was not what you had planned but it was done.

She finally pulls back, checking you over like you were ill. “A-Are you sure about this? Oh god, okay we need to head up to the podium.”

Just like she doesn’t wait for your answer, you had not waited for your own either. You hadn’t even asked yourself the question before you had so blindly bid on the two hybrids. You’d been waiting for someone to save them. Someone to come barging in and take them away from these cruel people. Never in a millenia had you thought that someone might be you.

“Here you are Miss. You can deposit a check right now or eftpos the payment. Up to you.”

Benumbed, you take out your phone to open the phone banking application. When you’ve made sure there are sufficient funds transferred from your savings account, you wave your card in front of the auctioneer wordlessly. From the corner of your eyes, you can feel the two hybrids watching you. You wished they had at least let them wait in some sort of waiting room and not witness the jarring experience of several people bidding over them.

“Excellent! The transaction has been approved and a receipt will be emailed to you if you can fill out this form here.” Glancing at the hybrids standing a few feet away from you, clutching a duffle bag each, you try and put down your details as fast as you can.

They had already looked like they wanted to be as farther away from this place as possible and the feeling was mutual. Hara was beside you the whole time, waiting for any cue from you to provide some sort of support or whatever you needed her to do. And if your tongue worked - you would thank her as you filled out the space on the form asking you of your email address. It was sickening how easy it was for you to just... buy them! Would they not do a security or police check on you? Make sure that these hybrids are going to at least a safe home?

You were aware of the long process of hybrids that were ordered from the company. The company had a thorough process of making sure their clients were reputable and trust-worthy. That they wouldn’t do bodily harm to the hybrids but that was a facade so these companies wouldn’t have to spend money in compensation if a client had abused their hybrid in any way and had not been satisfied with what they had ordered. It was a guise. These people didn’t give two shits if the hybrids were not of expectation and couldn’t make them money.

“Am I done here?” Your tone was curt and the auctioneer could sense it.

The fact that you’d fished out more than enough cash for some ‘failed’ hybrids - he was interested in you as a potential future client. You were aware that hybrids of their breed went for $5000 - maximum. The previous greasy bald man had been close to closing a deal for $3000 until you had butted in. So obviously, they were going to kiss your ass.

“Yes Ma’am. That’s all we needed. The hybrids are good to go. Their bags have their guidebooks with them. Thank you for shopping with us.” his bright smile makes you want to hit him with your designer bag.

But even this leather was too good to be wasted on these assholes. “Y/N? Please look a little more friendly. You’ll scare the bunny away.” Hara is speed walking besides you, trying to convince you to soften your stance when you stop right before the bench they had been sitting on.

“Follow me, boys.” You’re not rude. You don’t sound mean either. But you don’t particularly sound like you wanted them. And as much as that was the truth to some degree, you didn’t not want them.

The silver haired hybrid hesitates - watching you with wide, curious eyes. Not the harsh way his eyes had scanned the room before but not exactly friendly and enthusiastic like the bunny. The bunny that was currently tugging on the silver fox’s sleeve wordlessly. His doe eyes silently ask his friend to follow you. But when his feet stay rooted to the same spot, you can’t help but sigh.

“Is there a problem?” A moment’s silence. Then finally the silver haired boy shakes his head, grasping the bunny’s hand and follows you out of the building.

Hara is gripping your hand, relieved tears in her eyes and you can’t keep looking. Because you couldn’t promise her that you would take good care of them. “Thank you Y/n. You didn’t have to do that but... but you did. You’re a good person and these boys are lucky to have you.”

Her eyes are earnest. You know she means every word and she can sense your inner turmoil at your own ability to take care of them. The boys can’t hear you both talking since they are standing near your car, obediently waiting for you. Taking a look at them huddled in the back seat, you turn back to Hara.

“Thanks Har. I will try my best. They deserve a shot at a normal and secure life. I won’t let you down.”

“And you,” she cups your face, making you look back at her. “You deserve love too. I have seen the bunny hybrid in the lab. He will heal all your wounds too. Please be happy and patient with them, okay?”

You nod, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but genuine nonetheless. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

You just wave her goodbye, standing until her car pulls away. Looking back at the two boys waiting patiently in the car - you take a moment to gather yourself.

“Fuck... fuck. Fuck!” You don’t scream out loud. not really. But anyone walking by would be able to see you were stalling something. That something is going to your car and then going home.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to bite the bullet and face the reality. Getting in the driver’s seat, you look back at the two hybrids watching you from your rearview mirror. Giving them a small smile, you notice the bunny hybrid’s shoulders relax a little.

“Let’s go home.” Your voice is light and airy. Hoping to put them at ease. They were yours now.

You were their saviour.

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“Home sweet home.” Letting them pass you, entering the condo, you let them take in their surroundings.

The bunny is still latched on to the taller hybrid’s flannel, hiding behind him when the fox hybrid comes to stand beside a couch. Both of them look at you - as if waiting for you to allow them to sit. The silver haired fox is holding on to the bunny’s hand, watching you with a dour look.

“Go on.” You head motions towards the comfortable three seater couch. “Have a seat. No need to be shy.”

Of course, you want to palm yourself after your remark. Of course they were shy. Well, the bunny mostly. The fox looked to be very suspicious and not exactly friendly. Though you could understand his apprehension. He was about to be sold to some very nefarious people. He seemed to be a bit older than the bunny and had a look of ambiance that only came with experiencing harsh times. Your heart felt for him.

The bunny doesn’t wait too long, sitting on the couch - well plopping is more like it - whereas the fox takes his time, battling with himself if he should or not. When you keep watching him, waiting for him to sit, he thankfully gives in and sits besides his friend.

Once you can tell that they are comfortable - as comfortable as they can be, you ask your first question. “So, what are your names?”

You smile at them gently, letting them know you are their friend. At least hoping that they can conclude that from the fact that you told them about their new home on the car ride over.

The bunny’s eyes are wide, face heating up as if you asked him a rather scandalous question and not just his name. Your heart skips a beat when the lovely blush blossoms across his face that’s hiding in the fox’s shoulder.

“Well? Can you tell me, bun? What’s your name?” Your question being directed to the bunny only makes the blush more visible. You could see his face reddening further in embarrassment and the colour being rather more visible on his neck too.

The smile doesn’t diminish from your face. Not even after seeing the way the fox is almost glaring at you but you were positive that the bunny wasn’t hiding because he was afraid of you.

“J-Jungkook. ‘m J-Jungk-kook” The answer proves to be too much for him to mumble, lips catching his plumper bottom lip as he peeks at you through one eye that isn’t hidden in the fox’s shoulder.

“Jungkook. That’s a lovely name, bun.” Your smile widens when you see the corners of his mouth stirring up a little at your compliment.

Your heart was so full. Never did you think you would feel these dizzying emotions at a pretty boy merely muttering his name. His name. If this was your reaction at finding out one of their names, you were not going to survive getting to know them before you went full mother-hen mode on anyone that tried to harm them.

“What about you, hm?” Your smile is a lingering effect of just looking at Jungkook’s adorable blushing face and you don’t let it falter even if the fox hybrid is visibly more aloof.

‘Be patient with them y/n.’ You remind yourself of Hara’s words over and over.

“Namjoon.” The smile halts briefly at the deep timbre of his tone. You had not been expecting him to sound like molten chocolate and sweeter than honey. You realise you wanted to hear him more. Hear him speak about mundane topics over and over because that’s how good he sounded to you.

“Namjoon.” the name rolls off your tongue smoothly, just like his voice. You’re still watching his face, waiting for any sort of reaction even if it’s not as endearing as Jungkook’s. Just something. But his face remains passive. A slight twitch of his lips but that’s it. The pessimistic part of your brain convinces you that it could have been a frown and not a smile that he’s fought away.

But you needed to remain positive.

“T-That’s… a very nice name too.” He doesn’t look convinced at your reply though. Namjoon continues to watch you and now you’re the one blushing from the heat of his stare.

Jungkook is watching Namjoon just as cautiously as you. Like he expected him to be like that. Austere and unwilling to be forthcoming with information about himself. Telling yourself that he’ll adjust with time, you opt for a smile that’s sent Jungkook’s way - making the bunny hide behind Namjoon again. Almost like when a child is cautious and shys away from a stranger they meet. That’s what it was. A childlike innocence to Jungkook which awoke every instinct in you to protect him. Maybe that’s why his eyes had convinced you that you needed to take them home with you.

“Okay boys. I’ll show you to your rooms.” Furrowing your brows at the way Jungkook clutches Namjoon harder with panicked eyes, you turn around to look at them again.

“You don’t need to stay in separate rooms if you don’t want to, okay?” Namjoon regards you with a look before nodding - eyes cast down once again.

“Good. You both are very quiet but that’s okay - I can talk enough for the three of us.” The wink that you send Jungkook’s way only has him sputtering with embarrassment as the lovely rose tints his full round cheeks.

“But you do have to tell me when you are not okay with something, alright? I can’t read your pretty little heads.” As you say the last few words, your hand reaches out to shuffle the bunny’s peach hair.

What you don’t expect, is him flinching away so violently that even you are startled, taking a step back. Jungkook is hiding behind Namjoon completely now, shaking and you want to reach out. Say sorry and take it all back.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“Hey, kook, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Namjoon’s voice reverberates through the quiet hallway, soothing the bunny’s shaking frame, whispering gentle assurances and you’re about to choke up.

What happened to him? Who did this to him. For him to be this scared. Watching Namjoon hug the shaking bunny tightly, sniffling away in his chest, only makes you feel more guilty at your brash treatment. Were you coming on too strong? God you were so out of your depth.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Jungkook. Honey..” You’re trying your best to reach out to him but the way Namjoon stands between you and him like a wall - it’s obvious he was waiting for something like this to happen. He was cautious of you and now his beliefs have been reinforced to not trust you or whatever nonsense he’s thinking.

You couldn’t blame him though. You really couldn’t.

“Please be careful, miss. He’s not a toy.” Namjoon’s voice trembles. Just the way - you now notice - his bottom lip does. He’s holding back tears and you really don’t know what to do. Except try your best to take their pain away.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry Namjoon. I didn’t mean to upset him.” You open the door to the room quickly, making sure there are blankets and pillows on the bed before coming out to tell them.

“Take him inside Namjoon. I’ll… I’ll leave you two alone, for now. Let me know if you need anything?” Namjoon merely nods, not being able to look you in the eyes but the bite of his lip tells you he’s trying to hold it together.

Jungkook’s hiccups catch your attention and you pull yourself out of your self-pity session. Only wanting to make sure that both of the hybrids are comfortable and just not feeling the way they are right now. Gesturing your head forward again, you nod at Namjoon when he looks at you one last time before heading into the room. The bunny holds onto Namjoon tightly, letting him walk into the room and when they are fully in - you close the door behind them. Giving them their privacy and also because you had a feeling they needed to be by themselves to really understand their current situation. That you were their new owner and this was their home.

A permanent home.

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criesinmultifandommess · 3 years ago

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DSMP Model AU

something different from what I usually post :)

I don't really know much about modelling and fashion, so apologies if some of this is wrong or I'm missing something

lotsa words under the cut, you've been warned <3

Dream wants to create a fashion show :D

there's Dream's company known as Smile, the L'Manberg company, and a few freelancers that caught Dream's eye

Smile: Dream, Sapnap, Punz, Bad, Ant, Sam, Skeppy, Callahan, Purpled

L'Manberg: Wilbur, Niki, Eret, Fundy, Jack, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo

Freelance: George, Hannah, Schlatt, Quackity, Foolish, Puffy, Ponk, Techno, Phil

spans about 4-6 months in planning

something something scandal about Dream hiring Eret, Niki, Karl, Ant, and Puffy for LGBTQ+ brownie points uhh yeah American media is an absolute shitshow anyways all of them defend and support Dream (some nicely, some not-so-nicely, some very passive-aggressively)

the show itself takes less than an hour to do; 75 thousand people attend, even more watch it live

after party gets wild. almost no one remembers what happened that night, but it was wild (the interns were sent home early, dw)

they all trade numbers at the end to keep in contact, as they should

just a lot of forced friendship, screams, and chaos, nothing new

Models

George: an up-and-coming model; has an Instagram account that almost that a lot of people follow but he rarely posts; freelance

Sapnap: Dream's first model and followed him into the fashion world; likes to credit himself for getting Dream to where he is now

Wilbur: is a model for fun; works as a freelance musician but also accidentally created the L'Manberg company so yeah

Niki: also a model for fun; works at a flower shop in her downtime; part of the L'Manberg company

Eret: has been modelling for a while; was freelance for a while before getting picked up by the L'Manberg company; Wil likes to threaten to kick them out because they were the first one to agree to model in Dream's show but it's all lighthearted

Fundy: modelling is alright but playing pranks on the other models/photographers and recording them is much better; doesn't play pranks on any hair/makeup artists anymore tho bc one artist got so fed up they switched his outfit with a maid one and posted pictures; he still gets a lil nervous when he's getting his makeup done; accidentally called Wilbur his dad once and no one lets him live it down; part of the L'Manberg company

Hannah: likes to wear eco-friendly clothing; went through a phase of weaving roses into her hair regardless of what she was wearing; she still does that but dialed it down to only one rose and color coordinates the rose with her outfit; freelance

Designers

Dream: head designer, obviously; Sapnap dared him to wear a paper plate with a smiley face on it at a show/interview but it backfired because Dream's popularity skyrocketed and he made it his brand; parents passed down their company to him

Punz: does not care about dressing himself but will judge others; part of Dream's company

Schlatt: close to the L'Manberg company, but isn't a part of them; flirts with just about anyone; has several hidden stashes of alcohol scattered around the set that no one has discovered yet

Quackity: yes, he still wears the beanie; in a constant rotation of make chaotic clothing, flirt with pretty people, be depressed over pretty people, get angry for being depressed. rinse, wash, repeat forever; very afraid of Techno because he took an unflattering photo of him and is scared of it being used as blackmail; freelance

Foolish: likes to use gold and green/emeralds. a lot. very inspired by Egyptian clothing; has a little totem charm for luck; freelance

Hair and Makeup artists

Puffy: tends to dote on the interns; hangs around Niki, Sam, and Foolish; has styled hair for both companies before

Karl: works under Mr. Beast but close friends with Quackity and Sapnap who begged Dream put in a good word for him

Photographers

Ponk: when not working, likes to flirt with Sam; always has a lemon in his pocket and won't tell anyone why; freelance

Techno: technically freelance, but works closely with the L'Manberg company; very close to Phil; used to be a designer and clashed with Dream a lot, but he found he liked photography more; this doesn't mean Dream and Techno don't bicker when they see each other, oh no, their conversation is filled with insults

Agents/Managers

Bad: used to work under Dream's parents before Dream took over; more like an assistant for Dream himself rather than a manager, what with all the things Dream asks him to do

Ant: agent for Dream's company

Phil: technically a freelance agent/manager, but works closely with the L'Manberg company; very close to Techno

Technicians

Sam: unofficial head technician; part of Dream's company

Skeppy: manages the camera footage: part of Dream's company

Callahan: doesn't say anything, which is why Dream likes him (jk); fixes problems quickly and silently tho; part of Dream's company

Jack: can normally be seen wearing headphones; somehow is the dad friend and chaotic friend at the same time; part of the L'Manberg company

Interns

Tommy: joined the L'Manberg company because he looks up to the members and their associates (but he won't tell them that)

Tubbo: joined the L'Manberg company to follow Tommy; jokingly starts a new company called Snowchester with Ranboo and a pig plush they named Michael

Ranboo: technically working under the L'Manberg company, but then again, Dream has also offered for Ranboo to work for him... but does he abandon them or give up on an opportunity hmm

Purpled: is he working for money? is he held against his will? who knows: seems to appear and disappear without a trace; intern for Dream's company

Excerpts

George Davidson, more widely known as GeorgeNotFound, is a handsome British model that's been taking the world by storm. A magazine once described him as "you're either in love with him or want to be him", and, quite frankly, it's true.

Clay Craft, also known as Dream. The charming CEO of his parents' company, Smile, and starting up his very own fashion show. Rumor has it that the show will not only feature his own employees, but will also include some showstopping names from L'Manberg, as well as some very talented freelancers.

Wilbur Soot, the leading model and creator of L'Manberg. Though his company may have been started on a whim, no one can say that L'Manberg is unsuccessful, as it quickly rose in popularity, much like the man himself.

Smile is one of the best fashion brands out there, if not the best. With their wide range of products and people, Smile makes sure that every customer leaves with a smile.

"L'manberg?" Dream chuckles. "What a stupid name. L'manchildberg is a much better fit." "At least our brand isn't just a smiley face one of my friends drew on a paper plate." Wil snarks back.

You know, when Schlatt first asked Wilbur to model for him all those years ago, neither knew that their popularity would pick up, Wil would open his own company, and they would catch the eye of Dream himself.

George didn't know what to expect when his agent told him that Dream was interested in having him in his show, but watching one of the most famous designers fall to the floor, dying of laughter over a deez nuts joke was nowhere near what he could've imagined.

Celeb News @/CelebNews L'Manberg technician Jack Manifold leaks that his company will be participating in Dream's fashion show! The question on everybody's mind is: who will be in it? Mack Janifold @/JackManifold NO NO NO I DIDNT LEAK SHIT @/JackManifold https://www.youtube.com/thislinkaintreallmao YOU IDIOT Jack Manifold @/JackManifold OKAY MAYBE I LEAKED SOMETHING Wilbur Soot @/WilburSoot GODDAMNIT JACK

Celeb News @/CelebNews Dream goes in depth about his vision for his show and drops a few names you might recognize! https://www.youtube.com/ihavenoideahowtwitterworks Dream @/designerDream Replying to @/ :)

Celeb News @/CelebNews Has one of the most famous designers cut his fame short? According to an anonymous source, Dream may have hired some of the people on his show for "representation" instead of talent. Technoblade @/Technoblade bruhhh Sapnap @/Sapnap and you know this how? Are you Dream? Didn't think so

Dream @/designerDream None of the people in my show have been chosen for "representation". All of them are very talented and amazing in their own right, and they are more than just their sexuality or their job. Karl Jacobs @/KarlJacobs Replying to @/ am i just a person who does makeup to you D: Antfrost @/Frosty_Ant if i say im straight will i be kicked out of the show Red Velvet @/Velvet_Cake @/Frosty_Ant we were never dating, we're just really close best friends :) Eret @/The_Eret can't believe I got into the famous Dream's fashion show because I like all genders! Puffy @/CapnPuffy lmao same! Niki @/nikinihachu lmao same!

#dream smp #dsmp #model au #au #alternate universe #yes im a writer but i can only write headcanons lmao #or little snippets #dream #modelling #designers #hair and makeup #photographers #this acc was supposed to be for hcs and aus #but i got caught up in lore n shit #whoops ig

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painted-crow · 4 years ago

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Hello. Can I ask you to give an example of your bird primary analizing and thinking, and changing it's mind and rethinking it's system about something? When you'll have time of course.

Overwork

I used to fall into the trap of glorifying overwork.

The various communities I belonged to as a teenager had this tendency to hold exhaustion as a status symbol. The general base of the idea was that if you were really dedicated and pushed yourself to your limits (read: long, long past your limits) then you could accomplish incredible things. It's usually flavored with individualistic ideals of achievement, and holds a very specific type of goal in high regard. It's also very American.

As a teenager, I really wanted to be an entrepreneur. I was going to start a startup, code some kind of app that would do something pretty basic in a really well designed way, and everyone would end up using it. I hyperfocus on things I'm interested in, and I thought if I could harness that, I might be able to have a stable income doing something cool and inventive.

This isn't an inherently bad idea. It's just that the startup world, the tech world, the local culture in my area, and the national culture of America all send a very focused message that working yourself to burnout is very cool and dedicated and great.

I'm not entirely sure how I came to challenge that. Partly it was experience. When I was 18, I took a full college class load alongside an internship (with a company that had a toxic culture... it was exhausting on its own tbh) and ended up unable to focus during class and too tired to get anything done while at home. I ended up dropping one or two of my classes (I can't remember; possibly one of them was that one with the online professor who went MIA so it was effectively dropped for me).

Then I wound up learning a working knowledge of PHP and doing 75% of the semester's work for one of the classes I kept... all in four days. I passed the class. In fact, my professor knew what I was doing and why (he was one of the few people who suggested that maybe I shouldn't be burning the candle at both ends like that), and although I'd carefully calculated how much I needed to do in order to pass and done that, he fudged it somehow and gave me an A.

But I think a large part of what changed my mind was my mom trying to tell me that what I was doing was batshit insane. I don't know if she ever challenged me directly on this point (possibly she did and I brushed it off because: teenager) but every time I decided to step back from what I was doing and cool down, she supported me. She wouldn't let me beat myself up for not achieving ridiculous goals. She reminded me that I always think I'm doing worse than I actually am; I'm very self-critical and have a long track record of perfectionism.

Eventually I think the tipping point was figuring out that sometimes depression keeps me from doing stuff, and that I can't just smash my way through by brute force when I'm already burned out. I can't blame myself for not being able to do what all the other burned-out college students seem to be doing all the time, because actually they were all doing exactly the same thing I was.

And I think eventually I extrapolated this to: "...maybe you don't need to wait until you're deeply depressed and burned out before you stop blaming yourself for having limits or pinning your self worth on productivity?"

Really. No shit, Sherlock.

Note

This is an example that actually took years before I recognized it and changed it. The cultural prevalence made it very hard to identify and articulate, which is why it hung around unchallenged for so long. I'd like to be able to give less extreme examples, but the thing is that I don't really remember them! I have a very shitty memory for certain categories of things, and "stuff I decided wasn't true" is one of them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Plus, more minor parts of your system, the parts that change most, are kind of invisible to you until they come up (because you're either exposed to relevant information that's reminding you of them, or you're making a decision that involves that belief) and you're actively thinking about them. They're always there, your active memory just doesn't really have, like... object permanence for them lol.

Or if you do remember, then a lot of the time the change isn't very dramatic.

Oh. I just thought of an example of this, actually.

A less extreme example, about pollution

You know how people are like "drinking straws specifically are evil! Save the turtles! Outlaw plastic straws!" And at first I was like, huh, if this is that big of a deal then maybe they have a point.

But then I started to feel like it's a weirdly narrow thing to focus on. If you have the activation energy to campaign against drinking straws, why not instead campaign against the fact that many American cities have very limited recycling programs?

When I lived in an apartment, if I wanted to recycle trash, I had to put it in my car and drive it across town to the recycling plant. Doing means I have to drive my car and add whatever pollution it's putting out into the air. You're trading one type of pollution for another, and it's a cost to me in time and money. Eventually I just gave up and threw away anything that wasn't big enough to merit the effort.

And then I learned that actually, most pollution comes from corporations, and the focus on consumers is probably just to distract us from regulating industrial waste properly by making us feel guilty, and also to get us to buy "eco friendly" products like metal drinking straws (which, btw, take more energy to manufacture and break down a lot more slowly even than plastic).

So, sure. Ditch your drinking straws if you want, definitely don't buy those shower soaps with the stupid plastic microbeads in them, but don't get distracted shaming each other for tiny things when we have bigger fish to fry.

This is how most system changes go down: "I thought about some stuff and learned some stuff and changed my mind." It's not usually a big deal. Sometimes it is, but this low-level stuff is way more common and you don't even usually notice it as it's happening.

#ravenclaw primary #sortinghatchats #paint speaks #asks

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sunarintoes · 4 years ago

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Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn, invites them to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

Masterlist

WC: 1.2k

Flat Tire

You find yourself sitting down at the table enjoying a mediocre bowl of cornflakes as you scroll through your various social media apps. To your surprise you receive an email from your professor informing you that class will not be on today because they were… well, hungover from their 80th birthday party. ‘Wild spirit,’ you whistle out. You look up at your roof, ‘about two hours until I meet with the crew… what to do?’

The sky is blue and the birds are chirping, surely there were kids and teens running about... causing mess and littering. ‘Yeah let’s go on a stroll and pick up some rubbish.’

✄.

‘Hey! Couldn’t help but see you there all alone… picking up trash? Why?’

You turn to look at the person who approached you, ‘I don’t see the problem? I have gloves and sanitiser. Can I help you?’

‘Nope’ he says, popping the p, ‘I was just curious and bored. Got nothing else to do since my lecture got cancelled, mind if I join you?’ He gives you a lopsided smile, ‘I’m Futakuchi Kenji.’

You stare at him in shock, surely this could not be the driver from the other night? ‘Your name, doll?’

You furrow your eyebrows as you look back to him, ‘Ln Yn, might as well call me Yn.’ He lets out a low whistle.

‘First name basis already huh?’ He smirks, ‘you sure move fast.’ You let out an overly loud scoff while shoving a bag and a pair of gloves into his chest.

‘You gonna help or just stand there looking like a creep?’

The directions from your house to The Garage seemed straightforward enough - there was nothing suspicious about them and it looked like a relatively peaceful car ride, and it was! But then your car tire ran over a sharp rock causing it to deflate, and that is how you ended up here, at Max’s Repair shop.

‘Hello…’ you call out, ‘is this place open? My tire popped and I’ve had to walk about a block to get here.’

‘Mmm darling is that you?’ You whip your head to the right and see none other than Oikawa Tōru standing there - covered in grease might you add, and wearing his irritating, smug smile. ‘My my, don't look so startled! You’re the one who walked in here in the first place, I’m assuming you got one of your little friends to tell you where I worked?’

You scoff, ‘listen here, you piece of shit, my tire popped while I was trying to get somewhere. The place I want to go is about 7 kilometres away and I’m supposed to be there in less than thirty minutes! If you really do work here, why don’t you do your job and fix my car?’

Now it was his turn to scoff, ‘listen darling, I’m busy. Find someone else to do it or why don’t you catch a bus to The Garage?’ He says as he gets back to work.

You look at him with your mouth agape, ‘how did you know I’m going to The Garage? Also, I’m a paying customer please just fix my tire? Or at least tell me how to so I can do it!’

He turns back around, ‘Sawamura said you’re in the design and mechanic team right? If you can’t even change a tire you might as well leave Karasuno,’ he pauses as he looks you back up and down, ‘you don’t even know the first thing about cars do you?’ You feel yourself shrink and look away as he continues to make poor accusations at you, ‘listen up darling, you might as well leave, I’m not sure what business you’ve got with them but if you can’t do something as simple as change a tire, then you’re useless.’

You have always tried your best to not let words hurt you, but something about what he said really, really hurt. It felt like a punch to the gut. He was correct, you can not change a tire and you don’t have a vast knowledge on cars.

Oikawa sighs, ‘the doors right behind you darling. Go fetch some other mechanic to help you…’

With tears in your eyes you go to turn away, but your pride decides it wants the last word. You raise your head and look him dead in the eyes, ‘Oikawa! I do not care about what you have to say! You don’t know one thing about me and I will prove you wrong! Just you wait, I’m going to build a car so amazing you won’t be able to stop yourself from begging me to service it!’ With one last breath you finally turn and stomp away.

Oikawa watches your leave with a shocked expression. As soon as you're gone his face turns sour. Maybe he was too hard on you, but that is your fault! He scoffs as he gets back to work, again. ‘Who does that girl think she is? She's aggravating for some reason and I can't get her out of my mind!’

✄.

‘Well there we go! Good as new!’ Nishinoya says as he turns to you with a bright smile, you smile back;

‘Thank you so much Noya, I'm sorry I don't know how to change a tire…’ he gives you a confused look, seemingly picking up on the deflated tone in your words.

‘You know there's a shop about a block away? Is there a reason you didn't go there?’ asos Ennoshita.

You look away, ‘well I went there… but Oikawa was the only employee and well… we’re like oil and water. We don’t mix well and he said some things that hurt, but I'm okay!’ You look at them both with a fire in your eyes, ‘we’re going to make the fastest race car ever and no one is going to stop us!’

‘You're right!’ screams Nishinoya as he jumps.

✄.

‘So now that we’re all here - minus Asahi of course, let’s get down to business. I think we should start by having a team leader of sorts, someone who can organise meet ups and keep us all going smoothly, personally I think Yn should be said leader.’

You look at Ennoshita, ‘Me? I think you’re better off as the leader. You have my respect and the respect of everyone else here, plus you know about cars and how to change a tire!’

‘You also have the respect of everyone here Yn!’ Yachi says, ‘don't be so hard on yourself just because you're new here!’

Nishinoya nods his head in agreement, ‘I understand you had a run in with that bastard from Seijoh, but you shouldn't let it get to you! We've known each other for a day or something but I already know we're going to be great friends!’

You smile at the three of them feeling lucky, ‘I’m glad I’ve had the chance to meet you all, even if I might get a criminal record.’

Taglist: @dadchi-oya @cutepet09

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #fluff #x reader #angst #adkor #a different kind of race

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livelivefastfree · 4 years ago

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Got any fun ideas about possible new mutants; Thoughts on the Terras and how they are as a society?

I honestly have some trouble with the Terras--they mostly just make me super sad haha. I mean....they’re a dying people who live on radioactive land and most if not all of them are willing to throw in with their leader on suicidal missions to destroy both their enemy and themselves?? I have trouble with fun TV “mutants” because the reality of stuff like that is so grim and horrifying to me. TuT Which is part of the reason I don’t tend to lean on the Terras as a story element much. So I don’t have many thoughts, but I can at least ramble about them a little!

(((Also I feel like there were better ways to make them feel like semi-feral mushroom people than like...body paint, feathers in their hair--I’m not saying they were specifically designed to weirdly pull on tropes for Native Americans b/c I don’t know--but I am definitely saying somebody should have worked harder to make sure they DIDN’T. QuQ)))

If I was going into them more as a society and I had freedom to fiddle around...hm. I’d probably explore more of the way their society started? They were like, an eco-friendly sustainable commune, was the impression I got, and they haven’t had all that much time to deviate from that; cartoon ladies don’t age until they metamorphose into grandmas, but Kaia calls one of the Burners “son” at one point, and considering she was a young woman when Kane started dumping toxic waste, and there’s been time for giant mushroom forests and mutant deer and also for this community of gardener hippies to turn into whooping mushroom-jumping guerrilla eco-terrorists, I’m guessing she’s.......what, like, probably forty or early fifties by now??

There’s been a pretty rapid cultural shift is all I’m saying. It must have swept some people along more than others, and left a chunk of their society behind! There are still scientists around! In lab coats! THEY wear clothes! Even assuming nobody can get out to buy new clothes, and they’ve just been handing down jeans for like thirty years, the contrast between “I’m wearing jeans and a gross shredded-up T-shirt” and “I’m wearing a literal leaf skirt” in the same culture is FUCKING WILD. Do those people judge each other??? Is there a cultural divide about maintaining civilization vs. adapting to the new environment??

SerotoninShift’s Terras in “Rats In The Walls” (mind the warnings!) are actually one of my favorite versions--they’ve got a leadership structure that isn’t just “Kaia tells people to go do murder and everybody’s 100% down” and also a surprisingly banal series of meetings and rules from a crumbly old rule book, and community conflict over Kaia’s plans, and it serves nicely as a reminder that as much as these guys spend the show cooking up wild drugs and backflipping around not wearing much clothing, they started out with a similar society to the rest of Motorcity, like, twenty or thirty years ago.

..........I feel like there are probably a lot of Terra expats out in Motorcity proper, actually. There must certainly have been people who left when shit started to go bad. Are they just out there assuming that the rest of their old community is dead? Still gardening? Trying to start a new Terra community??? oh damn that would be super interesting actually. For that matter, I’m surprised that Jacob wasn’t familiar with these guys, since the original-flavor Terras seem pretty solidly up his alley, and he’s old enough they would’ve definitely been around at the same time.

...............................There’s a lot of missed potential in having Jacob know Kaia from before, and it would’ve created a lot of drama--that they couldn’t have easily explored in their limited programming space and that would’ve been a lot more character-focused than their zippy zoomy car cartoon vibe was, to be fair. But like....damn that could’ve been intense. And given the Terras a lot more stake in the main character group, so they weren’t just an occasional antagonist for an isolated episode or two. Hmm.

#I didn't think I had thoughts about the Terras and I don't have a whole lot but still...hm.#Kaia is a MILFF (moth i'd like to flee from)#but also she can only be like five or ten years younger than Kane probably??#what I'm saying is #that's a daring age to be wearing a very short leaf skirt at haha #thesproutingartist

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smileyjaeminies · 5 years ago

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The boy who had too many thoughts for his own good.

Synopsis: The endless race for your heart had ended, with Lee Donghyuck the proud victor. Only, he had no idea. And you weren’t sure if you had enough courage to tell him.

Word Count: 3,9 k

Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff

Warnings: attempted assault, cursing, underage drinking

Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang, Mark, Jungwoo

A/N: And… It’s a wrap! After three months, the struggle is over and the series is complete! I’ll have you know, the climax was written on the day I announced the series. I hope it is a worthy ending for the story. Enjoy~

~Series Masterlist~

With competition season officially over and done with, finals were fast approaching. All your concentration was fixed on studying and making up for lost time. Thankfully, everyone was just as busy and there was an unspoken agreement not to push anyone too much.

You were all on edge, but especially you and Renjun. For you, your parents were pretty strict, so failing was not an option. For Renjun well… He was a genius. He wanted to do well in every single subject and a huge weight was placed on his shoulders to outdo himself every time. He struggled, he pushed himself to his limits, but… It worked.

You tried with all your might to get him to relax, to allow himself to breathe a little. But as soon as exams began, Renjun shut down. You even asked Elena to talk to him, as she had become quite a weakness of his, but he wouldn’t budge.

The boys did their best to assure you that Renjun was fine, but you still worried. Your club meetings turned to study sessions as you all failed to find the time or energy for anything else.

And Hyuck continued to stare. Since you’d figured out that you probably had feelings for the boy, you were hyper aware for each and every move he made. Your eyes would move unconsciously over to him at all times, only to find him staring intensely at you. You would look for any emotion in his eyes, any idea for what he was thinking, but you would always fail to find anything.

His demeanor didn’t change in the slightest. He would continue to tease you, make snarky remarks and comments on everything you said, but you’d only find yourself blushing and laughing his words off. You weren’t pissed, you barely responded, only blushed and shook your head.

You placed down your pencil and closed your eyes.

“This is no time for crushes. You only have one final exam tomorrow and you’re done! Just keep it together for a few more hours will you?” you told yourself.

But your mind wouldn’t listen. It brought back the feeling of Donghyuck’s arms around your frame, pictures of him laughing in the sunlight, eyes almost closed and hands grabbing his belly. You saw the beautiful way his eyelashes curled up, almost touching his brows…

And your daydream was over. The noisy buzzing of your phone next to you commanded your attention. Jeno’s name lit up the screen, and you answered right away.

“Hi” you breathed out.

“Hey Y/N! How is Calculus going?” he asked.

“Horribly. Thank you for the distraction, I really needed a break” you answered in half truths.

“Well, the guys and I have a proposal to make, but I’m not sure if you’d be interested.” Jeno stated timidly.

“Let’s hear it” you said, getting comfortable in your desk chair.

“See, Hyuck and I got an invite for this party… Basically, a friend of a friend is hosting a party for the end of the school year tomorrow night. He said bring as many people as you’d like so that isn’t a problem” Jeno explained.

“Oh. Are all of you guys going?” you asked.

“Yeah. Jun was tough to break but Hyuck always knows how to push his buttons” he answered.

“Of course he does. Let me talk to my parents and Elena… I’m going to get back to you as soon as I can.” You said.

With a few quick words after that, you were left to stare back at your bedroom wall. A party. Funny, it had been a while since you were invited to one. Most of the time, you and your friends would simply go out for burgers or something.

It wouldn’t hurt to get out a little… Right?

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The exam that morning was nothing much. You were able to answer all the questions within the given time, but you were anxious about a couple answers, fearing you had rushed them and ended up with wrong results.

The school was emptying out, students rushing to get away and celebrate their newfound freedom. You stalled, sticking around for a bit longer. You emptied your locker, carrying all your things in your backpack. You saw the notice wall on your way out and moved to stand before it. Your eyes quickly found the plain white paper that announced the ‘Don’t Need Your Love Club’, the names scribbled below it in black ink now all too familiar to you.

1. Huang Renjun

2. Lee Jeno

3. Liu Yangyang

4. Na Jaemin

5. Lee Donghyuck

And on slot number six was your name, written in one of Elena’s colorful pencils. The memories from that day were crystal clear. You recalled your anger and confusion and you remembered very well how your heart still fluttered whenever Kyle would look at you. Now you felt only disgust.

Your heart fluttered for another boy entirely and maybe that wasn’t so bad.

“Well, time to get out of here” you thought to yourself, walking out.

With one last look, you parted with your school for the rest of the summer.

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After some begging from you and a cute phone call from Nana to your Mom, your parents finally gave you permission to go to the party, albeit half-heartedly.

Elena opted out, saying she was too tired from the whole exam period and she’d prefer to stay in for a couple of days to recharge. Cat refused to go anywhere near alcohol of any kind, no matter how hard Yangyang tried to convince her. That left only you and the boys.

Without Elena’s magic hands, you tried to do your best to look presentable. Brown eye-shadow covered your eyelids, your look being complete with the best eyeliner you could manage and a bold red lip. You left your hair down, only placing some loose curls in it. Your dress was nothing extra, a simple black dress with a lace detail on the back.

You were placing a few items in your hand bag when you heard Jeno honking from down stairs. You bed a quick good bye to your parents and walked out of the house to meet your friends.

“Wow” Jaemin said from the passenger’s seat.

“What?” you asked.

“You look so pretty” Renjun said, squished in the backseat with Yangyang and Donghyuck.

You chuckled lightly, thanking him for the compliment.

“Ehm, guys, where am I supposed to sit?” you asked

The boys looked between themselves, urging each other to speak up.

“Guys?” you tried again.

“Look I thought I’d drive the boys and just come back for you but Yangyang started this eco-friendly rant and I felt bad so… Can’t you just sit on Renjun’s lap or something? It’s only a ten minute drive or so” Jeno said.

“I can’t sit on Jun! He’s tiny, I’m gonna crash him!” you protested.

“She can sit on my lap then, for fuck’s sake! Just get on with it, we’re going to be late.” Donghyuck offered.

You immediately got flustered, your cheeks flushing red. You weren’t going to refuse his offer, but Jaemin spoke up.

“I can get in the back if you want” he said.

You shook your head slightly, making your way around the car. Donghyuck opened the car door for you and you got in. The position was not comfortable for sure. Your legs were tied with Yangayng’s and your head almost hit the top of the car every time Jeno made a turn.

Donghyuck had one hand around your waist and another one on your thigh to support you. Your own hands were wrapped around his neck to support some of your own weight. Your body was on fire, electricity pulsing through you where he was touching you or your skin was in contact with his. Your heart beat had assumed a rapid pace and you were almost certain everyone in the car could hear it.

You half-registered Nana taking recommendations for the playlist as designated DJ. The boys were talking amongst themselves but you could barely hear their voices. Your every thought circled around Hyuck, his hands around you and yours around him.

You were looking down, nodding here and there to pretend to be listening when your head shot up. His hand on your thigh was moving, slowly massaging the area. You turned to look at him, getting a gorgeous view of his side profile as he was talking to Renjun.

But he had forgotten that two could play at this game. Your own hand started moving, circling a strand of hair from the back of his neck. He slowly turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow. You returned the look, giving him a mere shrug of your shoulder before turning to talk to Jaemin.

Before long, Jeno announced your arrival. You all filed out of the car one by one. You took a second to pull down your dress that had risen up during the drive and turned to your friends. Donghyuck was already gone. You tried to mask your disappointment with a smile as you and the rest of the boys made your way inside the house.

Loud EDM music was blasting through the dimly lit house. The boys looked like they knew their way around, maneuvering through the house and greeting people here and there. You and Yangyang were introduced to the host, Jungwoo, while red cups were placed on your hands. You noted that Jeno refused his and were glad to see him be safe.

You talked with Jungwoo for a while, getting to know each other. You also met Mark, apparently a close friend of Hyuck’s.

“Sorry, Donghyuck doesn’t really open up to me” you told him, suppressing your hurt with a laugh.

“That’s funny.” Mark said.

“What is?” you asked.

And just as Mark was about to answer, Donghyuck made his appearance.

“We were just talking about you!” Mark said, watching as Donghyuck emptied the contents of his cup.

He raised the now empty cup to both you and Mark, nodding a little and moving towards the kitchen.

“Shit, I have to talk to him. Will you be alright?” Mark asked you.

“Sure I will! You go ahead!” You told him.

He gave you an apologetic smile as he went after Donghyuck. You watched them leave and then skimmed around the room to find someone to talk to.

“Hey, Y/N! Come sit with me!” Jaemin beckoned you over to the couch in the center of the room.

You sat down next to him, making yourself comfortable in his side as you tried to follow the conversation. You were talking to some senior girls you had never met, but you quite liked them both. The night continued as you played some games like truth or dare and Jenga, slowly emptying the contents of your cup, only for another one to be placed in your hand.

Donghyuck would move in and out of the room, Mark hot on his heels each time. His mind seemed preoccupied, not looking at anyone as he made his way outside and then back in the kitchen. Mark came back at some point, moving straight to Jungwoo and whispering something in his ear, clearly pissed off.

You allowed him to calm down before approaching him again. At the moment, you were on your feet, leaning back on the wall and talking to him. You masked your concern and tried your best not to ask about Hyuck. You were listening to another one of his stories about his clumsy hands when your laughter was cut short. In the doorway, you saw Kyle walking in and one of the girls you were previously talking with, happily getting on her feet to greet him.

You stood frozen, seeing him gather her in his arms and kissing her. You felt sick, your stomach a burning mess as he greeted everyone in the room and his gaze fell on you. His façade faltered for a second when your eyes met, confusion and anger evident on his face. He composed himself quickly, nodding at you and Jeno, who had moved to stand next to you.

Your gaze turned to Jaemin opposite you. He was sitting on the couch, looking from Kyle to you. He started to get up, eyes burning, but you furiously shook your head at him. Jeno was eyeing him weird, but Kyle acted like none of you were there, furiously making out with the girl in the corner of the room.

“That was awkward.” Mark noted.

“Are you okay? Do you want to go home?” Jeno asked you, brushing Mark off.

“No, I- No. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I’m just going to get some air.” You said.

Jeno moved to come with you, but you gave him a look to tell him that you wanted to be alone. He stood back, nodding and turning to explain to Mark what had happened.

The air outside was hot, not offering you the refreshment you wanted. Your eyes were looking ahead, but your thoughts were running. You didn’t have the chance to unravel your train of thought when you heard someone make their way outside.

“There you are.” Kyle said making you jump.

“Here I am. What do you want?” you asked, getting to your feet.

“What I’ve been wanting all these months. What you took from me by running into that idiot.” He said pushing you on the front of the house.

“You’re mine. Still mine.” He said, as he pushed your bodies closer and closer together.

You started to think that maybe isolating yourself wasn’t such a good idea. You tried with all your might to push him off of you.

“What are you doing? Your girlfriend is in there. She could walk out any minute” you tried to reason with him.

“Ha! As if she could be my girlfriend.” He said. “No, I’m just playing around with her. Now stop moving.” He warned you.

He had you cornered, lips ghosting over your neck, arms going up and down your back, then finding their way to grab your ass. You tried once more to push him away.

“Kyle don’t” you say again.

“She said don’t dude” Donghyuck’s voice sounds from the door way.

“What do you have to do with it? Mind your own fucking business.” Kyle tells him, pushing you behind him.

“Let me go, let me go to Donghyuck.” You tell him.

Kyle turns to you, raising one arm to hit you. Donghyuck is quick, holding back his hand and pushing him away.

“You don’t have a conscience, do you? What kind of man are you that hits women? Get out of here.” Donghyuck says, pushing him off the porch.

Without waiting for an answer from Kyle, he grabs your hand, pulling you upstairs and into an unfamiliar room. He places you on the bed, taking a good look at your body and finally meeting your eyes.

You are breathless, you haven’t said a word since he stepped in, as all words die at your throat. And now- Now he’s meeting your eyes in this intense stare, and you forget everything else, the music wrapping around you, the crowd of people downstairs, all you remember is the way his skin glows in the moonlight coming in from the window behind him.

“Did he touch you?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shake your head urgently. “No, you got there before it got too bad. Thank you.” You say.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid. You see him walk in and then you just give yourself up to him? Do you still want him? Do you want him to do all those terrible things he said?” Donghyuck snaps, his voice getting louder and louder.

“What the fuck? Are you even serious? How is any of this my fault? I almost got assaulted AGAIN by the same damn guy and I’m to blame?” you answered him.

“So it was him that day? No wonder you didn’t say anything, you probably enjoyed it!” Donghyuck said.

You went back and forth for a while, screaming at each other. You betted everyone downstairs could hear you, even with the loud music surrounding the house, even Kyle down on the porch if he hadn’t left already. You didn’t care. You were hurt, each of his words digging another blow on your heart. More than that, you were tired, too tired of this constant push and pull between you and Donghyuck.

“I don’t get it. I don’t understand why you are talking to me like this.” You tell him finally.

“You don’t know?” he asks, eyes burning.

“No.” you state simply.

“No?” he asks himself, taking three huge steps and standing opposite you.

You refuse to break eye contact, waiting for him to speak, to say anything. Instead, he moves closer, connecting your lips.

Your mind had been racing for too long; it finally went still, only for it to explode with fireworks the very next minute.

He held on to you like you were his life support and after a moment of hesitation you did the same. Your hands found solace in the back of his neck while his were stuck on your waist, pulling you closer and closer. Your hands moved in his hair, the memories of being in the car miles away from you. Your body was flush against his and his mouth searched for yours as if his life depended on it.

You laid your hands lightly on his shoulders and you pushed him off, gasping for air.

“Hyuck...” you began but his mouth was on yours again for the softest of pecks.

“Say it again. Say my name again like that” he whispered, his voice raspy, almost hungry.

“Hyuck. Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck” you said and each time you were rewarded with a kiss.

Kissing him made you feel light headed and got your heart racing so much, it could give the fastest runner the race of their lives. You felt light but also grounded, dizzy but also sane.

“Stop. Donghyuck stop” you said.

He obliged, separating your lips for his but still keeping you close. He rested his forehead on top of yours, breathing heavily.

“I’ve wanted to do that for too long” he whispered.

“I still don’t understand. You…” you let your voice trail off.

“I like you Y/N. I swear to God I do. You’re all I can think of day in and day out. I was about to tell you at your competition, I wanted to tell you but… We were interrupted” Donghyuck confessed.

Your head was spinning once again. Thoughts were racing past you, Donghyuck looking at you at the competition, at the skate park, at the meetings, always keeping his distance but always being there.

“But then why-” you began, but he cut you off.

“Why was I so horrible to you? Because I’m an asshole. I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know what to do and I chose the worst possible path I could’ve taken. At first I thought you’d go along with it, the teasing, and when you didn’t I realized I had fucked up. But I just couldn’t confess either. And then Kyle happened and I knew I’d lost my chance so I continued just to press you even more. I could see you weren’t happy and I hated it.”

“Then I saw your name at the club’s application and I was furious. That was the one place me and the guys could hang out in peace, whining about our nonexistent love lives but you’d be there now and the balance would be thrown out of the window.”

“Only it wasn’t. You fit right in with everyone and I was left out to watch. You know how many times I stared at you and Yangyang, or Renjun, or Jeno… And you had no idea. But I couldn’t even tell you because I knew you were still getting over Kyle.”

“Until that day. That day, you came running up to me full-speed and asked for help. But even then, I had to be an asshole and ruin the whole thing. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have ranted either.” Donghyuck finished, and started to move to the door.

You reached for his hand, stopping him. He turned to face you and you searched in his eyes. You could see hurt in there, some anger even and love. You were surprised to find his eyes, softly gazing back at you, taking in your features.

“I’m not” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry that I kissed you back. And I’m not sorry I heard what you had to say. But now it’s my turn.” You told him.

Still holding his hand, you lead Donghyuck to sit on the bed, while you remained standing. He followed as if in a trance, looking at you and waiting for you to talk.

“I can’t say I get it. I know it should fit the whole ‘Boys being boys’ stereotype where a boy likes a girl so he pulls her hair… But we’re not toddlers any more Hyuck. I thought you hated me. And that was the hardest part.”

“Every time I came in a room, you would shut down completely. It took months for me to finally start to see the real you. But that day, that day I came running back to you-” you stopped, taking a deep breath.

You moved to sit next to Donghyuck on the bed. He stood frozen, barely moving his head to face you. You didn’t mind, as you looked down at your fingers and explained what had happened.

“You saved me that day Hyuck. And you saved me today too.” You finished.

“Y/N…” he started, but you cut him off.

“Please don’t pity me. I’m fine.” You reassured him.

“I think I need to go” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“That’s all you have to say?” you ask him.

He turns around to face you once more. He stares at you blankly, no emotions evident in his eyes, but moving too fast to read. With a simple nod, he turns for the door again.

“I wish you’d stop acting like that.” You whisper.

“Like what?” he asks, hands already on the door handle.

“Like nothing ever hurts you. Like nothing matters, like you’re the asshole you want others to believe you are.” You say.

“But I am.” He says.

You cross the room quickly, moving to stand next to him. You place one hand on his forearm and he turns at the touch.

Finally, you see him. A boy, just a boy, thoughts running behind his eyes as he looks at you. You blink away the tears filling your eyes as you find so much complexity and emotion behind his.

“No. No you’re not” you say, and in an instant his lips are on yours once again.

Unlike your first kiss, this kiss is slow and passionate. All the words left unsaid, all the longing looks are poured into the kiss as both of you cling onto the other.

Your thoughts are running around Hyuck again, the bitter taste of vodka on his mouth, the smell of sweat and alcohol and the sea hanging onto his clothes. His hands run over your back, the back of your head, your hair. You hold onto his shoulders, the back of his neck, run your own hands through his hair.

And nothing had ever felt so real. And nothing had ever felt so right.

“I hate you.” You whisper onto his lips.

Donghyuck only smiles. “I know”.

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ton-e · 4 years ago

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Lol ok so I didn't wanna do aesthetics so I wanna brainstorm possible scenes instead

Ok so the premise is, basically, Viktor, an aspiring kid looking to enter this straining affair of the boxing world. He's young and impressionable and he's got something to say. Something that old underground New York pubs and junior gyms don't provide enough eco for.

Barnes, a big shot star in the 80s, is pretty much known as the best of the best there, holding the impressive score of 34-1. (Tho I don't know if it can count as a victory since he wasn't even there for the fight, anyway) but after a near fatal shooting which happened right before his big championship match with Rollins, a bullet piercing his right shoulder which leads to the amputation of his limb, he dissapears into the shadows. The world moves on.

I like the idea of Barnes being trained by Mary who was in his exact same spot years ago but had to give up her career to have Anthony which she doesn't regret! Between her heart problems and the growing annoyance of public attention, a baby is practically a blessing and if it puts Jarvis and Howie to rest then it's a bonus. (I also kind of like the idea of her having only losing once and it was against Maria lol)

And maybe Viktor goes to her first but, while she does seem fond, like she's looking at an old memory twice, she refuses. "Kid, I'm gonna tell you exactly what I told my old pain in the ass when he stood in your spot: I can't."

"Why?"

"Because us Carbonells train to kill, not fight. Alright, what you think boxing is, - this cookie-cutter bullshit version you kids have today? The civilized conversation, the heavy editing, the contracts promising defenses, - that doesn't mean shit. Apollo Creed had a contract.

Muhammed Ali had a contract. So did Jimmy Doyle, Frankie Cambell, and Brad Connels. A sheet of paper can't protect you from the ring, and I'm not having another kid on my conscience. Besides, these guys? They have purpose. Whether it's money, or sport, or just to chase the high - they have it. You just want the glory."

"Yeah? So what?" So what if he wants to be seen? So what if he's doing all of this hoping to impress? So what if he has to prove he's worth someone's time. "If I die I die. Big deal."

For some reason, he wants to both cry and retaliate at the look of pity that crosses her face. "Go home, kid. You're gonna break your momma's heart." Are his last words to him before she closes the door.

In a Viktor fashion, he does the exact opposite.

He likes the street fighting, - the vibrations under his fists, the crack of his bones, the violent taste of crimson metal blossoming in his mouth, it's liberating. He doesn't think about anything. It's just him and his adversary, not an enemy, just someone seeing him as Viktor sees them. That rush could ruin a man.

It doesn't hurt he's making pocket money on the side, either. Certainly better than watching some snotty kids or mowing laws, in his book.

No, what kind of hurts is seeing the sharp scrutiny in Aleksei's sharp eye and the soft disappointment uncovering Ryurik's Dad Stare when they come pick him up from the station.

He and his mother are alike a lot in that aspect, - really he's pretty sure the five, Sasha and him have had an agreement to collectively throw themselves off a cliff if they disappointed Ryurik in some way. A broken arm, bruised ribs, and black eye? Pale in comparison to what Ryurik's power really holds.

I refuse to believe Aleksei doesn't freely parent other people's kids sksk Aleksei only stops scolding him when a police officer says ''He's going to spend the first part of his life in the streets, and the other in the grave. I put my life on it." Well a certain fashion teacher is gonna design the outfit for your funeral BITCH-

"You're so damn lucky Talusha was busy digging her medicure through someone's intestines right now. Do you even know how bad you look right now? Of the mountain of trouble you're into? Are you? Viktor Iosef Novak, you look at me when I'm talking to you, -"

"Relax, relax, take it down to a two, " Viktor pushes back a laugh watching Ryurik placate his husband bc it's just cute, and ignores the shush river of Russian pet names bc they're not for him to hear. It makes him feel vulnerable tho, that Ryurik feels the need to somehow hold Aleksei back. He can take the heat just fine.

He can take it and give it just as good, because every battle he's been into before has been on his own name. But this is harder because it was never a fight, to begin with.

Fighting is easy. Stopping is harder.

It doesn't stop feeling bad when Sasha bandages his wounds and his back doesn't cool town from the target five pair of eyes fixate on. Yasha's burn the hardest thought. "The fuck you looking at?" He playfully glares, the good part of his shoulder bumping against the other boy's, who tries to small but it lifts with a strain.

"An idiot."

"Are you looking for a mirror?"

"Fuck you, Vitya."

"Hard pass."

"Okay, Viktor you're not getting away that easy, " Ronin says, arms still bound tightly around Antoska's slender shoulders and Sasha's frail middle. Despite his easy going tone, Viktor uncovers the touch of concern underneath. "Why can't you just ask your mom to teach you? Or Papa? I mean, you want to be on a knuckle sandwich diet be my guest, but it's not really good for digestion from what I hear."

"It's not the same. Your father knows another kind of style."

'He doesn't want to learn from mom and uncle Ryurik because she's a girl,' Sasha signes irritably, eyes making an impressive tumble. 'My brother, the 14 year old, making sexist comment. What a never heard of fact.'

"I didn't say that!" He exclaims, flushed. Hissing when Natalia kicks him in the tender bruise he sports on his hip. "I just said, that I want to learn boxing! And that's not the same thing as what Ma does, or you guys do. Boxing is special. But if I can't learn from Barnes specifically, then there's no point!"

The red head huffs in indignation. "Okay, so, boo hoo, some washed-up Rocky Balboa doesn't want to train you. You have options, V. People give up over worse."

He doesn't feel like being home anymore, so he flees, the call outs to his name going ignored. in the street or just outside, he doesn't know. He just knows red follows him, that concrete shakes under the stomp of his heel and that the wetness on his cheeks freezes on his face. No one gets it, no one gets HIM. It hurts, that a part of him, the part that tells him he's worthless and insignificant and forgetful , really does think Barnes has better things to do than train him.

A sleek car, long, vintage, a touch too expensive for the streets he's haunting right now, stops beside him. He continues. It follows him, engines unusually quiet.

"Mr. Novak?" A deep voice, subdued, but persuasive nonethelesss coerces him into stopping. The windows roll down, revealing a man with a smile too friendly to be true and eyes too kind to be nondeceiving. "My name is Alexander Pierce. And I happen to have an irresistible offer."

"It's in the process of extension, " Pierce expresses later, as he leads Viktor through the underground fighting bar. Its practically a huge stadium in a molehill and his mind struggles to compute how Pierce pulled it off. "I'm looking for capable young talents to craft into tomorrow's brightest stars. I'm assuming you've heard of Rumlow before?"

"Crossbones? 23-2? Yeah, I heard. He's currently heavyweight champ, right?" Barnes should have been, he wants to say, but reading the room better he thinks against it. "I don't... Actually think I've seen him around much. Maybe since '98, but that's his most recent match. What's ... Up with that?"

"He's kept that belt around him for closer than two decades. Id say its time for some adjuments in the records, don't you agree?" He doesn't like it when Pierce smiles. Bad things happen when he smiles, of that Viktor is certain. "That being said. I think you could be our following breakthrough. What do you say? I'd love to see a performance. "

"I'd be surprised if you guys had a Juniors league." He snorts, expecting a smart retort, but all he gets is a sinister grin. All of a sudden he's in the ring, without even noticing he was moved, and before him stands a beast of a man, two heads taller and promise of pain in his eyes. "... What juice do you give this kid?"

"You're charismatic. You'll need that in this world. He's your adversary for tonight. I'd suggest an old fashioned glove bump for the sake of sport, but, seeing as you're barehanded id advise against it. "

"You can't do that, " nervousness bubbles in his throat. "That's against the rules. I can't fight like that."

"Oh! Don't worry. You don't have to fight. You just have to die."

The last time Rumlow sees Barnes is on a stretcher, arm bathed in blood and with the press around an ambulance.

He doesn't know what they were. Fuck buddies to almost friends to friends with benefits? He doesn't know what he had, but he knows he lost it. All he has is a sheet of paper with scratched blue ink, digits that no longer call, and some gold on leather.

"You should treat that belt with more respect. " Rollins scolds him. Rumlow uses it as feet rest next, and doesn't flinch at the sharp slap he receives. Instead, he smiles mockingly, lower lip sticking out in a tempting pout.

"Hit a bit harder next time and maybe it'll be half close to how Barnes used to do it. Just because it felt good with him doesn't mean you'll receive the same response." The pout slips into a smile that drinks into the frustration sizzling around the air. "Besides, I don't listen to cowards, Jackie. Thought we established that."

"Oh, please. Are you ever going to let that go? I ain't gonna repeat it a thousand times till you get It through that hard head of yours, but I didn't shoot your boy toy."

'' I didn't say you shot him. Pussy like yourself, I'm thinking you hired someone. Why did you do it? Hm? Were you that scared to fight him that you wanted to kill him? Hell, I don't blame you. Man sprints like Ali and serves like Creed. "

It's Jack's turn to return that grin, that fucking blood-curling grin. " Used to, for sure. Remember when he fucked up your pretty face in '84. Now? He's a street rat barely getting by, sniffing after junk and scraps just to stay alive. Must be hard to think about, I guess, that he used to give it so good and now he can't even hold you, can't he? Not with his cripple self. "

The beer can in Rumlow's hand spills over. Neither comment. "I ain't afraid of no half-man, Brocky, " Honey-sweet words make him sick. He wants to kick Jack out, but they both know he won't stay away, and that Rumlow won't keep him away. He's too dependent on him at this point. "And not stupid enough to think he's coming back."

"... You're right. You're not afraid to fight him. You've got a lot of words worth to point the finger at, but chicken shit? Ain't one of them. You know what I think?" Rumlow sits back, smirk wide and nasty, contradicting the sadness on his tongue, the venom, the tired. " I think you were afraid to be him. That he just? Didn't give a shit. Just like I did. That he could fuck me whenever and wherever he damn well pleased without giving a shit about who had something to say about it.

You were afraid I'd say something about you, even if we both damn well know that never happened, that he found out. I think you were terrified he was gonna tell the world Jack Rollins was a faggot just like his daddy."

He can't snapshot the moment his body makes contact to the floor. He doesn't count the punches either, letting them numb over his face, no longer present for the beating. At around one point, his neck snaps to the TV screen, in sync with Jack ceasing his onslaught, and his eyeballs follow his stunned gaze.

Rumlow can recall the time Barnes lost his right hand.

And he'll brain engrave the image of him kncoking some goon out with his left.

#yeah its rushed but jsjsjs #i was impatient T-T hope this is half decent :>#earth 518 #boxing au #viktor soklov #mary #aleksei vasilliev #aleksei orlov #ryurik orlov #yasha orlov #natalia orlov #ronin orlov #sasha nikolaeva #talia novak #barnes #rumlow #barneslow #tw homophobia #tw slurs

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incorrect-tdp-quotes · 5 years ago

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cursed post (taking inspo from @claudias-goth-gf) but au where everything is the same but everyone wears crocs because that’s god tier

- claudia’s crocs have little potion shaped things you put in the holes on top, they’re black with purple flames on them, and green accents

- soren’s are gold with rainbow jibbitz (i just look it up apparently that’s what they’re called)

- callum has like; red crocs that match his scarf with jibbitz his mom made, and jibbitz he designed himself (he also has a matching pair with Ezran, with jibbitz that spell “big bro” and ezran’s that spell “little bro”

- ezran has 3 pairs of crocs and counting; one is toad themed, the other are matching with harrow’s and the last are a pair he matches with Callum

- amaya’s crocs are always in fight mode, and have a little shield jibbit on them

- gren’s are strawberry colored with little cute flower jibbitz, but then a sword jibbitz as well because some people forget he’s amaya’s chosen liutenant

- corvus has green crocs with little chains representing his weapon and a little flower jibbit that gren gave him

- viren has the fucking punk crocs

- Opeli’s crocs are wedges cause she’s classy as all hell

- rayla, runaan and the other assassins have matching crocs but with different jibbitz. theirs, like amaya’s, are always it attack mode

- Harrow always has his crocs in defence mode and it drives Viren mad

- ezran has 1000% asked callum to make tiny jibbitz for bait and the toad crocs he made for him

- sarai’s crocs are framed in the throne room, and they are the same shade as callum’s red ones

- janai has metal lining on her crocs because when she goes heat mode they get super hot and are good for fighting but she’s heat resistant so it doesn’t affect her

- tinker was the one that designed crocs for the different elf species: so moonshadow elves have crocs that sense the moon’s presence and go into camo mode, sunfire elves have heat resistant crocs, waterwet (that’s what we’re calling them) have waterproof not air filled so they don’t float crocs, earthblood have really eco-friendly crocs made out of plants and shit that they grow flowers out of the holes etc you get the gist

- Aaravos has shiny croclettos (those are croc stilettos)

- there’s no crown for any of the royals it’s just a jibbitz that the royal gets to wear on their croc

#tdp #the dragon prince #au #aaravos #callum #rayla #viren #ezran #harrow #sarai #janai #amaya #opeli #gren #corvus #soren #claudia #crocs??

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enchantedamusedslightlyconfused · 5 years ago

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73 questions.

I was tagged by @wescoasts @machine-gun-casie (BABES)

Almost all my friends have been tagged and I don't wanna be that asshole so ill try not to be. I tag @awkwardrocker @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @trixiehoe @she-who-is-timey-wimey

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

Well it’s finals week so about -864. After that I have two weeks of legitimate nothing where I will bake my heart out so we’ll see

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

#yikes #ughshesinherfeelsagain

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

Milo Ventimiglia, Kells, Rook.....being a music video love interest is only my life’s pipe dream

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

And that’s on daddy issues and no supervision...

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

I used to model like went to modeling school and got paid for it type shit

What’s your wakeup ritual?

get woken up by my dog tired of hearing my alarm, walk said opinionated quadruped, feed quadruped, get dressed, COFFEE, then take life as it comes

What’s your go to bed ritual?

melatonin gummies (gotta make anxiety fun), skincare when executive dysfunction will allow, brush teeth, fight dog for my spot in bed (moving a 90lb animal is no joke), turn on my sleep playlist or use my ambient noise app, stare at ceiling

What’s your favorite time of day?

witching hour followed by golden hour

Your go to for having a good laugh?

lately tiktok and Kellyvisions, previously vine compilations or Netflix specials

Dream country to visit?

Ireland. I NEED to go to the motherland. My families castle is still standing and I get in for free. its on my bucket list FOR SURE.

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

getting into nursing school and chiropractic school. I’m a loser and I’ve never had a surprise party. I’d melt in puddle of love tbh

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Flats 98% of the time. Heels are reserved for business casual necessity, Halloween, or if I’m feeling myself

Vintage or new?

both, depends on the item

Who do you want to write your obituary?

Amy-Sherman Palladino

Style icon?

lmao a what? on the real though catch me fucking with those eco-friendly kitchen witch vibes. All the dainty jewelry, linens and converse/docks fam

What are three things you can’t live without?

my dog, my family (found and blood), healing people however I can (medicine ruined me for any other career and its sucks you guys)

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

tbh salt, I question a recipes validity if salt isn't involved

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

Kells and the band (I'd be too nervous for a one on one), a dinner party with my MGK fam, Elvis

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Failure, not accomplishing anything

Window or aisle seat?

window all day everyday, on the wing preferably cause I like to feel the landing gear #pilotsgranddaughter

What’s your current TV obsession?

Roadies forever, pry that series from my cold dead hands (also Gilmore Girls and Criminal Minds)

Favorite app?

tie between Tumblr and Pinterest (im an aesthetic slut)

Secret talent?

I am bomb at disney princess songs, the girls I babysit for treat me like a jukebox at bedtime, cutest thing ever

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

delivered a baby has hands down been the coolest thing I’ve ever done

How would you define yourself in three words?

I fucking hate this question. always have. empathetic, resilient, intuitive

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

overall: my senior prom dress. its emerald green, backless, with a slit to upper thigh chefs kiss

everyday wear: Colorado sweatshirt

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

I second Jude: over sized hoodies

Superpower you would want?

nonspecific healing powers so they aren't limited to physical ailments

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

Colson

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

HA. probably that the body remembers more about trauma than the mind and your seemingly irrational physical reactions to things are your brain’s attempt to protect you

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

his mistake does not define your worth. I went for a variant of these boys aint shit don't judge me cause she needs to hear it

A book that everyone should read?

Harry Potter series (yes the whole thing), Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Giver by Lois Lowry

What would you like to be remembered for?

empathy, the way I made people feel

How do you define beauty?

FOR THE LAST TIME ITS SUBJECTIVE, things that give you peace, it could be a song, a person, a sunset, a scone, a leaf. If it makes you stop a second and exhale then its beautiful to you

What do you love most about your body?

holy trigger question Batman...my eyes, my hair color, texture, and its ability to grow

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

drive with the windows down and blast music while singing at the top of my lungs

Favorite place to view art?

unexpected places, like street corners, carnivals, just somewhere it takes you off guard and makes you stop and pay attention

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

it’d be one of those crazy long 2000s fall out boy titles for sure, subject matter yet to be determined

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

violin hands down, it hits me different

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

I have a bunch planned, plane on my right shoulder, Kells related between 3rd and 4th ribs (maybe lower in case I ever need a chest tube), watercolor portrait of my dog at some point location TBD

Dolphins or koalas?

dolphins are stoners and they're super smart, but koalas cause they’re grumpy af and honestly same

What’s your spirit animal?

again Jude and I are vibin: I've been identifying with a phoenix as of late. according to pottermore im a greyhound though (yes a patrons is a wizarding spirit animal. fight me)

Best gift you’ve ever received?

seven year old me was stoked to get a functional microscope and metal detector, I was in my egyptology/archeology phase, I still have them lmao

Best gift you’ve ever given?

oh hell idk...I made my cousin cry once cause I made cupcakes for her birthday party, they were cherry limeade flavored and had little straws and everything. that was pretty cool, granted she was seven. I also made my teacher cry cause I made sea salt caramel chocolate cupcakes for her going away party. I guess my baking brings people to tears

What’s your favourite board game?

candy land, battleship, cards against humanity even though there isn't a board

What’s your favourite colour?

forest green atm

Least favourite colour?

bright yellow/orange, its offensive to my general The Dirt Mick Mars disposition

Diamonds or pearls?

pearls (actually opals though)

Drugstore makeup or designer?

not picky provided they are evironmentally friendly. I really like Besame Cosmetics though

Blow-dry or air-dry?

air-dry, I don't have the patience for blow drying

Pilates or yoga?

yoga

Coffee or tea?

COFFEE, im still learning to like tea

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

holy shit how much time do we have, my favorite weird word to say is fistula or omphalocele (they're medical conditions, don't goole it unless you have a strong stomach)

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

dark chocolate

Stairs or elevator?

stairs

Summer or winter?

neither FALL BITCHES winter if I had to pick cause I love Christmas

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

burgers

A desert you don’t like?

red velvet cake....just why is it a thing that exists

A skill you’re working on mastering?

baking scones or shit that’s flaky in general

Best thing to happen to you today?

being tagged to do this twice, I felt special for a hot second (thanks babes)

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

that I would make a good doctor (I handled a scary pt situation like a champ, they didn't know I threw up after I made sure my pt didn't die. puking in a foreign country on the download is a skill in and of itself)

Favorite smell?

bergamot, baking bread, baking spice cakes at Christmas

Hugs or kisses?

HUGS CAN SAVE THE WORLD

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

gifted kid fall off

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

In These Walls - Machine Gun Kelly

Casual Sabotage - Yungblud

genius assholes...

Lipstick or lip gloss?

lipstick for special occasions but actually tinted chapstick or lip stains