#i honestly think my brain is just... turning to goo

[val-made-a-mistake]

Currently imagining a scenario where you and Eddie have some sort of split custody arrangement for Venom, and you have some sort of NSFW dream about Eddie, and Venom sees the whole thing because of brain link or whatever, and then shares this exciting development with Eddie the next time he's bonded to Venom

venom is definitely not one to keep a secret, for sure 😭 thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy. :) smut-wise, it's a bit more focused on eddie than my previous fics where it was either symbiote-focused or an even split, hope that's okay. this was SO much fun to write!

warnings: brief smut, mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of "striking" the reader but it's totally a misunderstanding, loneliness, mentions of eating people/murder

word count: 3.3k

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It had been six days since Eddie had left for Seattle, and honestly, you hadn’t been expecting to fall into this loneliness so quickly. Venom might have been keeping you company by providing you with an endless stream of commentary in your inner conscience, and the chickens were constantly squawking and squabbling and wandering the length of the apartment as per usual, so it wasn’t like the space was totally silent, but still, Eddie’s absence was more saddening than you thought it would be. Over the course of the six days, you struggled to busy yourself. Of course you preferred Eddie having a job as to being without one, but one thing you particularly hated was how vague investigative jobs were, so as a result, you had no idea when he would come back or how long the work would take to be done.

For the time being, it looked like you were stuck here.

Before he’d left, Eddie had asked you to babysit Venom and his apartment, and now that you’d been here for an extended amount of time, you felt horribly restless.

Feeling the weight of the quiet apartment settling in, you cast a glance around the room. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify in the sort-of silence, and you found yourself drawn to staring at Eddie's belongings scattered around.

Your gaze fell on a framed photograph on the shelf – Eddie with a carefree grin, arm slung around your shoulders. The memories flooded back, and a bittersweet smile touched your lips.

As if sensing your thoughts, Venom's voice rumbled in your mind.

EDDIE IS DEFINITELY MISSING OUT WITHOUT US AROUND.

The symbiote's attempt at comfort was appreciated, but it only deepened your sense of solitude.

Sighing you folded yourself into a ball on the couch, tucking your chin into your knees. The TV in front of you was off, and you had no intention to turn it on. For now, it was okay to mull in the quiet.

You mumbled into your knees, “What do you think he's up to in Seattle?" 

CATCHING BAD GUYS. KICKING BUTT. EATING SEATTLE FOOD. ZOOMING AROUND. ACTING PATHETIC WITHOUT US THERE.

“V, you and I don’t know anything about investigative journalism,” you put in gently.

Venom was, of course, offended.

I KNOW A LOT ABOUT EATING BAD GUYS!

“Yeah, but Eddie won’t let you eat bad guys in Seattle any more than he does here.”

It was at that moment that Venom popped out from your shoulder blade, miniature head scowling.

HE SHOULD!

“Wanna go get a bite to eat?” you interjected, effectively ending the conversation. “I’ll even let you drive, if you want.”

Venom grinned much too wide for his intentions to be anything but nefarious, so you quickly added, “No eating people.”

You turned fast and pointed to the pizza box sign in the kitchen. “Eddie might not be here, but that rule’s definitely still active while you’re in my body, okay?”

Venom, for lack of a better word with his gaping mouth full of super-sized fangs, pouted.

YOU ARE NO FUN!

I just don’t want to be involved in any murder, you wanted to say, but slimy, black, glittering goo was already wrapping and contorting around your middle. Venom was enveloping you, taking over.

It was a bit of an unpleasant sensation as Venom’s monstrous gooey head locked into place over where yours used to be, and rows of impressive fangs unfolded in your suddenly super-sized mouth. It felt like somebody had cracked an egg over your head and the yolk was dripping down your body. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it. You had no idea how Eddie put up with it.

For how quickly his annoyance started, Venom seemed to get over it pretty quickly. He grinned and licked his lips.

I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO MCDONALDS.

//////

The room was shrouded in the quiet stillness of the night. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm pool of light on the walls, creating a cozy haven within the four corners of Eddie’s bedroom. You were in bed. Venom, for the first time that day, was quiet.

Under the soft blanket, your eyelids were growing heavy with the weight of the day's endeavours. You still missed Eddie, a lot, so much that your nightly FaceTime call almost wasn’t enough. Seeing his face on your laptop screen was just a further reminder of how far two states away felt, and how binded you felt to him since you met him — he pulled at you without even realizing it, like you’d been sewn together with invisible thread.

Hopefully he wouldn’t be in Seattle for too much longer.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize with the slowing pace of your breath. As the minutes ticked away, you found yourself on the threshold of the dream world, caught between wakefulness and the gentle pull of slumber. Not even the distant murmur of passing cars was enough to distract you now.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the sensation of falling asleep, gently gliding down into the abyss of dreams. Eddie’s bedroom, once familiar and defined, now blurred at the edges, transforming into a surreal landscape of colours and shapes.

As you drifted further into the realms of slumber, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped you. It was as if you were floating on a sea of tranquility, carried away by the ebb and flow of your own breath. The boundaries between reality and imagination began to dissolve, and the world outside melted.

//////

Sometime between now and then, you’d ended up bent over in Eddie’s lap, on a couch that felt just like his couch, but was ambiguous enough that it could’ve been anywhere. Things were slightly blurry around the edges, surreal enough to have you breathless, but real enough that you weren’t questioning your surroundings.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed as he tilted his head, carefully examining the swelling ass on his lap. Your pussy was dripping, there was a dribble of arousal forming, but in all honesty, he was a little scared to touch you, he didn’t want to hurt you. “I don’t think I’m getting a finger in there, girl. Wow.”

“Luckily, I’m not that fragile,” you responded playfully as you arched your back for him. Eddie bit his lip as this only accentuated the curve of your ass.

“God,” he whispered as he ran a hand up your thigh: he was able to break them apart easily, and he pulled one leg over his lap, wedging you firmly between his legs.

Even though you were already soaking wet, Eddie’s fingers ran over your dripping slit for a moment, as if he were admiring the way your pussy fluttered at his touch in front of him.

God, you could just feel how wet you were, and you bit your lip, anticipating for Eddie to lean forward, and—

Y/N!!!

In an instant you’d jumped awake: you’d sprang to attention without really realizing how you’d done it, scrambling for the lamp. “What’s going on?”

Venom was protruding from your shoulderblade again, bouncing even more than normal, very clearly in extreme distress.

SWEET GIRL. WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS.

You stifled your yawn with your hand. “V, do you mean, like - like a dream?”

WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS! RECEIVING VISIONS OF EDDIE EATING YOU! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! WE NEED TO KEEP YOU SAFE!

Your cheeks instantly warmed, and you froze, scrambling for something to say. “Oh - oh, shit, Venom - that - I’m so sorry, but I really don’t think that was what you think it was.”

HE WAS STRIKING YOU! Venom snapped.

Oh my god. He really saw all of that.

You reached for the water bottle on your nightstand. “V, you seriously don’t need to worry about this. It wasn’t real. It was a dream. Nothing bad will come from it."

Venom was, of course, still hysterical.

IT WAS A PROPHECY! THIS IS BAD!

I wouldn’t mind if it was a prophecy, you thought selfishly before you could stop yourself, but you shoved it down. “Everything’s alright, Venom. Okay? Everything's fine. Let’s just go back to bed.”

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOU, Y/N.

You were already sliding back under the blanket. “I’m not asking you to, V. I appreciate it.”

You hesitated.

“Just, uh, next time you’re bonded to Eddie, please don’t tell him about this, okay? It could make him - I don't know, uncomfortable. You know, I - I don’t know how he’d react to the prophecy of him supposedly hurting me, that’s all. I don’t want to worry him.”

(You were hoping wildly that he would accept, and you and Venom would never talk about this again.)

In a move you’d never seen before, Venom raised one gloopy, black tentacle towards you, and recognizing the movement, you extended your pinky towards him. Your pinky and the black goo linked together for a moment, signifying your trust.

Venom grinned, now bouncing significantly less.

I NEVER BREAK A PINKY PROMISE, SWEET GIRL.

You raised your eyebrow.

I TRY NOT TO.

You were much too tired for any of this, you simply turned over to switch off the lamp and finally return to whatever remnants of that dream was left. “Okay then. Goodnight, V.”

//////

It was satisfying to have everything fall back into the natural order once Eddie returned home from Seattle. You returned to your own apartment on the opposite side of town, but of course visited frequently, and Eddie was grateful to be back in a low-stakes environment once more, with a snarky symbiote that would terrify anyone who would try to harm him. Seattle had been thrilling, and he'd recounted the adventure to you several times, but now he was back to something familiar.

The job was done. He was covered for the time being. Freelancing was difficult, but for now, everything would be okay.

In the intervening time, Venom talked about you, a lot. Ever since he met you, he’d taken to mentioning you. But ever since you’d agreed to split custody of the symbiote, and especially since Eddie had disappeared for Seattle, he was talking about you even more.

I AM WORRIED ABOUT Y/N, he said one day.

Eddie was idly clicking through TV channels, watching everything from the news to a police drama to a basketball game zoom past, finding none of them interesting. “Why?”

I DO NOT WANT ANY BAD OMENS TO BE FOLLOWING HER. WE NEED TO KEEP HER SAFE.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, a bit confused.

Venom suddenly popped out of his shoulder, howling.

SHE - SHE HAS -

Before Venom could get any actual words out, Eddie was lifted from the couch as the symbiote rose and slammed his head into the ceiling, denting it severely and sending bits of drywall raining down from the heavens like it was a form of self-punishment.

As quickly as it started, Eddie had been dropped on the couch, red in the face and gasping for air.

Venom hardly noticed: he seemed to be in extreme distress.

I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL!

Eddie put a hand to his throat, still sweaty and gasping, forcing an inhale. “V - what?”

Venom was beside himself, now.

Y/N IS RECEIVING VISIONS! VISIONS OF YOU!

"Visions? What do you mean, visions of me?" Eddie asked, his concern deepening. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling half-strangled anymore. His mind was racing, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and worry. "What kind of visions? Is she in danger?" 

He couldn't fathom what could be causing you to have distressing dreams about him.

Right after Seattle? Right after he thought the work was finished?

I DO NOT KNOW. BUT WE MUST PROTECT HER.

Without waiting for further response, Venom oozed off Eddie's shoulder and began slithering around the room, agitated.

Eddie remained on the couch, trying to process this information. "If something's going on, then we need to talk to her, right? Figure out what's happening."

I AGREE. SHE IS PART OF US, AND WE WILL NOT LET ANY HARM BEFALL HER.

He paused, awkwardly.

BUT PLEASE LET HER KNOW I AM SORRY. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU, EDDIE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WORRY YOU. SHE DOES NOT SHARE THE SAME CONCERN I HAVE.

It didn’t matter: Eddie was already grabbing his phone and dialling your number, fingers tapping nervously against his screen.

After a few tense rings, you picked up.

“Hey, Eddie!”

"Hey, we need to talk," Eddie said urgently, glancing at Venom, who was now wrapping himself around the coffee table, sticky and pulsating, in deep despair.

Concern filled your voice. "Is everything okay?"

“Oh, I mean, yeah, right now it is,” he responded wildly, vaguely aiming for nonchalant. “I was just talking to V, you know, and he said something, and - I just kinda wanted to call, y’know, see if you were alright-”

“Oh, I'm fine,” you confirmed, but you still sounded confused. “I don’t have anything going on today, so I’m just spending some time to myself. What did V tell you?”

Across from Eddie, Venom moaned in despair, a mere gooey black glob of depression on his sitting room floor.

SWEET GIRL, I AM SORRY!

“He said you were getting some disturbing visions, and not gonna lie, it kinda freaked me out a bit,” Eddie said sheepishly, hoping you hadn’t heard that. “I just wanted to call and see if you were okay, that’s all. I know this is random. Sorry. Just, with the nature of the last case, y’know, up in Seattle-”

It didn’t take long before he realized he was rambling again about the Seattle case, so he stopped. “Sorry.”

"No, it's okay."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.

Of course this was happening.

“Eddie, there’s been a misunderstanding,” you said. “Just, look - do you mind coming over? I’ll explain everything to you once you’re here. This might be better in person.”

Eddie was on his feet in an instant. “Sure, yeah.”

//////

Eddie rushed through the city streets, a mixture of worry and curiosity gnawing at him. Venom was bonded to him again, because he’d rather not think about the consequences of a depressed Venom lingering around the apartment while he was out, and the symbiote seemed to writhe within him with impatience. Or maybe that was just the motorbike rumbling underneath him. Whichever it was, he felt nauseous.

The symbiote had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but Eddie definitely couldn't shake the unease that settled in his gut.

Upon arriving at your apartment, Eddie knocked hastily.

To his surprise, you opened the door with a small smile.

"Hey," you greeted, ushering him inside. "Thanks for coming over."

Eddie nodded, glancing around your living room as if expecting something unusual. Venom, still on edge, clung within him like a sentient black backpack.

He didn’t want to come off as too eager, or too worried, so he just shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and hoped he looked casual despite the storm of questions brewing inside of him.

“So - what’s the deal?”

Deep inside of him, Venom was quivering with fright. As his gooey molecular form had to be closely intertwined with several of his most important organs right now, it was very hard not to notice the sensation.

You winced. “He’s just freaking out about nothing. There’s no bad omens or visions. I just had a dream, and you were in it. Simple stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

“It wasn’t a bad dream?” Eddie said, cautious.

You were definitely closer, now. “Actually, I’d say it was a pretty damn good dream.”

Eddie’s breath was caught in his throat. Out of everything that could’ve happened tonight, he definitely hadn’t been expecting…this.

He was a little confused, honestly. What was going on? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but he didn't feel as though he was in danger. On the contrary, he felt quite warm.

“Let me show you?” you offered.

"Okay," he bit out before he was conscious of making the decision, and you were stepping in front of him, and realizing, he closed his eyes on instinct--

The kiss that followed was absolutely dizzying.

There was something so particularly desperate about this: you were kissing, gasping against his mouth and pulling at his jacket, which made the two of you blindly scramble backwards into the apartment, messy and needy. The kiss quickly turned into a battle of control, with Eddie being the one to guide you forward, his hands on your hips. You bit his bottom lip in response, forcing him to open up and then the kiss was all about tongues, wet and sensitive.

You were on the couch when you finally broke apart, gasping.

"Baby," Eddie wheezed, his eyes darting across your face in disbelief, "I - what was that?"

"Is V with you?" you asked, instead of answering the question.

He was apprehensive now. "Yeah?"

"He needs to know I'm not in danger," you whispered, and you leaned forward to kiss him again.

It was much too chaste, and after you pulled away, Eddie was in mute astonishment for a moment.

His voice was scratchy when he spoke. "Disturbing visions, huh?"

You just smiled. "In my dream, we were on a couch, like this."

Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening. The anxiety in his gut on the way over had been completely forgotten now, blurring out of his memory, the future was an impossible thing, there was just this. This was all he had; this was all he wanted. "Were we, now?"

He didn't know what to do, but that didn't seem to matter, you were leading.

You nodded. "It was kinda hot."

"Kinda?" Eddie repeated dumbly, breathless. His voice sounded like a stranger's.

Before he could embarrass himself, Venom's voice rumbled within him, frustrated.

EDDIE, STOP BEING A PUSSY!

Wondering vaguely if this had been a trap all along, Eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouths roved together, and he took the opportunity to pull you over, closer to him. The curve of your bare spine was warm from under your sweater. He kept his hand there, roaming carelessly, drifting up to the clasp of your bra.

You seemed to get what he was going for, and then suddenly you were straddling him, and with you on top of him, he could no longer ignore how interested his dick was in the proceedings.

Slightly, just slightly, you rolled your hips against his clothed crotch, and Eddie choked out a moan.

Oh, fuck. He could feel the sweat materializing and running down his back. This was better than good.

(Venom was definitely going to tease him about this later.)

"What happened next?" Eddie mumbled, looking up at you, his eyes blown black.

You smiled, then crossed your arms and peeled off your sweater. Eddie shifted his grip, holding you by the hips again, and you tossed your sweater elsewhere.

Venom was going absolutely insane from inside him: it felt like he was rumbling somewhere around his large intestine.

DO NOT MESS THIS UP, EDDIE!

Meanwhile, you were, of course, oblivious to the commentary in Eddie's mind.

"I mean," you said, and your voice wasn't smoky like it had been before. It was just curious, with a note of teasing, like this was an everyday conversation. "You ate me out."

He pressed a light kiss to your throat. "Then flip over, baby."

Inside his head, Venom seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Maybe he had just realized what the dream was. Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he was rambling in Eddie's mind.

SWEET GIRL - SO FRAGILE - SO SWEET - SO DELICIOUS - I NEED TO TASTE -

#venom #venom smut #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock smut #eddie brock x reader smut #venom x reader smut #tom hardy #venom 2 #venom movie #venom let there be carnage #venom symbiote #venom imagine #venom 3

[steddiealltheway]

Some College AU

It’s about an hour after what Eddie is now naming “The Incident” when he storms into Nancy’s room. He glances down to the left where Nancy's roommate leaves her red converse - announcing she’s in the room. But right now, they're gone and only Nancy's shoes are in the spot. So, Eddie flops down on the plush rug in the center of the room and covers his eyes with his hands.

“Nancy, I fucked up. It was so embarrassing,” Eddie sighs and hears the telltale click of a laptop shutting from above him. She must be in her lofted bed, but it doesn’t matter because he needs to rant. “You know, maybe I should go ahead and drop out and save myself the embarrassment of once again running into the human embodiment of every single wet dream I’ve ever had.”

There’s a slight gasp that Eddie knows is Nancy’s “Eddie we’ve been friends forever, but there are just some things I do not need to know about you” gasp. But it’s not her turn to talk. In fact, she’s the exact reason he’s in this predicament because without her convincing him to apply to the same college and actually go with her, then he would never be here.

Eddie groans and rolls over onto his stomach burying his face in the rug. He points up behind him gesturing vaguely towards where Nancy is sitting and says, “This is all your fault, but thank you for always shampooing your carpet it smells nice.” It comes out more as a muffled mess, so Eddie sighs and turns his head to the side.

“But anyways. I had my damn intro to economics class, and please tell me why we have to take foundation courses later because I think it’s the stupidest thing on this planet except for me at the moment. Because before that class a beautiful, kind man had to clean chocolate milk out of his sweater because of me. And this is exactly why I will never show my face in the dining hall again or anywhere on campus, so I will never run into that perfect man again. End of story.” Eddie finishes his rant, knowing he’s going to say more because he still feels like a stupid idiot. Because yes, spilling a drink on someone is bad, but that’s just clumsiness and nerves and that’s forgivable. But when Adonis himself is target of said drink, and the drink is goddamn chocolate milk… that’s unforgivable.

Eddie groans and rolls onto his back to stare up at Nancy who will likely have her head poked over the side of her bed with that flat look of “are you done yet?” solely expressed through a tight smile. Only, Nancy isn’t peaking over the side of her bed. But out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone else glancing over the edge of Nancy’s roommate’s lofted bed.

Holy shit. It’s hot dining hall man. “Fuck shit fuck damnit,” Eddie eloquently says, scrambling to get up and immediately backing up into Nancy’s desk. “What the fuck?” Eddie heaves out. He’s died, and gone to his own personal Hell, that’s the only explanation for it.

“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” the man says with a big smile, cheeks slightly pink, and holy shit he’s so beautiful. Maybe Eddie has died and gone to his own personal heaven. Then the man is climbing down the ladder and giving Eddie the view of his life before he’s right in his space. “I’m Steve,” he says, holding his hand out.

Eddie automatically takes it and wills any part of his brain to work but it’s all been turned to goo as he shakes his hand. “What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, and he thanks himself for at least somehow reacting although he sounds pretty breathless.

“Robin’s my best friend. I'm just waiting for her to get back, but I think her and Nancy went out to get groceries or something. But it’s nice to formally meet you…” Steve trails off, and Eddie notices he’s still holding his hand with his very clammy one.

“Eddie,” he supplies when he realizes what Steve is prompting. Gosh he has such nice lips... and eyes… and hair… and a really nice nose honestly and… Eddie stops when he realizes he’s blatantly checking the man out once again. “Shit,” Eddie mumbles under his breath and takes his hand back.

“I’ve also never been called the human embodiment of someone’s wet dreams before,” Steve says. Oh shit. He’s really going to bring that up and not move past it. Eddie sighs, and prepares to apologize when he notices… Steve is smiling. An overwhelmingly charming type of smile as if he was flirting.

Eddie opens his mouth and says the first thing that comes to mind, “I spilt my chocolate milk on you.” He cringes. Okay, thinking before speaking is something else he needs to work on this semester. Got it.

“You did,” Steve says with an amused smile. He points to his shirt. “Changed and everything. Plus, the other sweater is fine, and it was too warm to wear today anyways.”

That is an absolute lie because it’s freezing outside. But Eddie doesn’t call him out on it. Instead he says, “Blue is a nice color on you. In the color way, not the… depressed way. Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie pauses, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. He opens them and with a wide smile he says, “Hell of a way to make a first impression.”

“I’ve noticed you around before,” Steve admits as if it were no big deal although their campus is fairly large, and Eddie had somehow never seen him before today, so he has no idea how that was possible.

“How have I never noticed you before?” Eddie asks honestly but takes pride in the way it makes Steve’s face flush. “Maybe you can make it up to me - all that lost time when my eyes were not graced by your beauty.” Yeah, he's still got it.

Steve laughs pleasantly and looks away somewhat bashfully, but he quickly recovers and leans into Eddie space. “Just tell me how to make it up to you, and I’ll do it.”

Eddie swallows. Oh, this is dangerous. He is dangerous. And Eddie knows exactly what he’s going to request first-

The door opens, and Eddie and Steve’s heads snap to the side. Nancy walks in and freezes.

“What’s wrong Nance? Why did you-” Robin walks in and also freezes. She takes a second to recover before she cracks a big smile and nudges Nancy. "You owe me ten bucks."

Nancy sighs and sets her grocery bags down then digs through her purse emerging with ten dollars which she hands to Robin. What the hell?

"What's that about?" Steve asks, not taking a step out of Eddie's personal space, but he's really not complaining.

"Robin bet ten bucks that you two would somehow meet and hit it off before we could introduce you guys," Nancy says then turns and smacks Robin on the arm. "You planned this didn't you?"

Robin puts her hands up. "I had no idea Steve or Eddie were coming over. Not my fault that we gave them copies of our keys."

"They're for emergency use only though," Nancy says then turns an accusatory finger at the boys. "What was your emergency?"

Eddie catches a quick glance at Steve. They both know what Eddie's "emergency" was, but Steve looks a bit reluctant to admit his. A quick glance towards Nancy, and Eddie is immediately spilling out the truth, "I ran into a hot guy in the dining hall and spilled chocolate milk all over him and needed to rant."

Nancy looks disappointed but satisfied in the answer, so she turns to Steve expectantly. Steve shoots Eddie a quick glance and runs a hand through his hair. He gives in and admits, "A cute guy spilled chocolate milk on me, and I wanted to talk about it..."

Eddie gapes at Steve. There's no way. There's absolutely no way this gorgeous man was there for that reason. Holy shit. Steve turns to Eddie and softly smiles at him, and Eddie absolutely melts at the sight.

Robin laughs, "Nancy, you owe me twenty bucks." And bless Nancy, she reaches into her purse and hands Robin ten more dollars as Eddie and Steve continue to stare at each other.

Maybe going to college was the best thing Nancy has ever convinced Eddie to do.

I currently have about zero time to be writing stuff, but I missed you all and missed getting to write steddie content, so I'm just glad to get something down.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie and nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie ficlet

[cordeliawhohung]

Pornstar! Gaz and you bein’ goofy behind the cameras. The director has you wearing this *ridiculous* bra- strapless and sticky so your tots are just- floating. It’s not sexy really it’s just for the dress you’ll be wearing.

And Gaz is just *staring* not in a lustful way (though he loves ur tits) but like, head tilted, eyes focused and almost crossed- intensely trying to figure out your zero gravity tits.

Then his finger goes to the bra, right inbetween ur boobs and flicks the bra- making your tits *bounce* and it makes him crack up. It’s sexy! Yes! But, it’s so goofy as well! The jiggle physics are hilarious.

Just- you two are in love and not just lustfully. You have sweet chemistry even behind the cameras.

yes! i know exactly the one you're talking about!

like kyle was told you'd be wearing this cute sundress for the shoot that day, and he's a little excited. there's something about sundresses that makes men's brains turn to goo, because he honestly just can't wait to hike the skirt up and fuck you proper.

then he makes the mistake of going into your dressing room and finding you with that bra, trying to make sure it's secure and he's just... dumbfounded.

"like my outfit?" you ask.

"outfit?"

"yeah, i'm wearing just this for the shoot," you tease.

"there's no fuckin' way."

and he's just fucking pawing at you, not to feel you up but because the silicone feels weird. and he doesn't know how it doesn't fall off??? no wonder why they want him to keep the dress on you during he shoot, it'd take him ten minutes to figure out how to unstick the thing to your fucking tits.

your giggles bounce off of the tile walls of the dressing room, and it's warm and loud and welcoming. just being able to be naked and silly with someone, without having to perform. ugh. so kyle coded.

thank you for this wonderful imagery i'll be thinking about this until i die.

#core responds #pornstar!gaz #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #f!reader

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

———

“You did what.”

Keith coughs. “We, uh, we got married.”

“Accidentally,” Lance pipes up, because he can see the Stress Muscle in Shiro’s eyebrow start to twitch, and doesn’t want him to start freaking out which will make Keith get defensive and put his foot in his mouth — he’s as bad as Lance, really — and then the whole thing will be more difficult to handle than it already is. “It’s a whole big thing.”

Shiro stares at them for several minutes, then sighs, sitting heavily onto the kitchen floor with his bowl of goo. He shovels a bite in his mouth, then reaches blindly for the intercom switch on the wall, slapping around until he finally manages to hit it.“Team,” he says tiredly as it crackles to life, “please make your way to the kitchen. Keith and Lance made something stupid again.” He drops his hand back down, returning his full attention to his goo, committing to pretending Keith and Lance aren’t in the room.

Which.

Fair.

“I resent that ‘again’,” Keith mutters petulantly. “We’ve been remarkably well-behaved lately.”

“No,” Shiro says, without a second of hesitation. He doesn’t bother arguing.

It doesn’t take the rest of the team long to get here — Hunk and Allura have appeared to have sprinted, drama loving bastards — and they join Shiro on the floor, turning expectant eyes to the Red and Black Paladins. After a look of deliberation, Keith and Lance sit down, too.

“Tell them what you just told me,” Shiro says, voice garbled through his food goo.

Here’s the thing.

Lance knows he should feel nervous. Or worried, or scared, or embarrassed, even, about getting literally magically bound to his self-proclaimed rival (once a rival always a rival) because he got brained by the jacket that he left unattended. It is, objectively, a sitcom-level ridiculous situation. He knows that he is going to be shamed, and possibly gently bullied.

However.

Keith’s hand still grips him tightly. Lance doubts the Black Paladin has noticed, but every so often he runs his thumb over his knuckles, and every time he does his lips twitch up in the slightest smile. Lance couldn’t feel anything but ludicrously happy if he tried.

Plus. He and Keith just, like, made out in the hallway a bunch. If Lance is being honest, his brain is still kind of fuzzy. He’s half focused on everyone else and half focused on replaying the feeling of Keith’s hands pressed to his cheeks, cupping his face, kissing him like he was drowning and Lance’s lungs were the only place he could get oxygen. He’s still kind of lightheaded, and keeps having to fight off giggles.

“We got married,” Lance says, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.

As much as the team is used to their shit, that visibly shocks them. Coran squints at them and types something rapidly into his tablet. Pidge cusses and hands Allura a handful of GAC, which she pockets with a cackle. Hunk is the only outlier, the only one with a reaction Lance can’t place: he straightens up, looking between them with narrowed eyes, mouth flattened into a line.

“Explain yourselves.”

“It was an accident,” Keith assures, much like Lance did earlier. But instead of expressing is understanding, Hunk’s eyebrows only climb higher. Lance gets the same distinct feeling he gets when he knows he pressed the Wrong dialogue option in a video game.

“I hope you didn’t marry my best friend on accident, Kogane.”

Lance puts his head in his hands. He can physically feel the panic leeching from his husband’s (!!) body. He considers all the ways he can murder his best friend and make it look like an accident. He honestly doesn’t think he’s ever been this mortified in his life.

“No no no, I didn’t mean accident, well I guess I did —”

“Hunk,” Lance says through grit teeth. Hunk gives him a ‘what did I do’ look, stubborn set to his shoulders. Lance vows to take a seam ripper to his shirts.

“— like it was technically not a planned sequence of events, per se, if you want to look at things technically —”

Hunk continues to stare at Keith with his eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. Lance digs around in his pockets for something to chuck at his face.

“— if it went according to how I’d planned it in my head there would be more flowers involved, probably, and we’d be on Earth at least, but it kind of just happened, you know? It was so fast I swear I couldn’t have done anything —”

Lance tears his gaze away from Hunk and stares at his rambling mess of a husband. Any annoyance practically evaporates from his system as the implications of Keith’s words set in.

“You thought about marrying me?”

Keith flushes redder than he already is. “I’m not answering that.”

Lance barely manages to shove down the giddy laughter that bubbles up his throat. Keith, his crush, his rival, his husband, spent time daydreaming about marrying Lance. And kissing him, probably, and holding him and building a future with him. Keith maybe even got just as flustered as Lance did when they got too close, back off when sparing got a little too close, breathing heavy. The knowledge is exhilarating. Lance leans over, pressing his beaming smile to Keith’s lips. He softens immediately.

“I thought about marrying you, too.” He smirks. “Among other things.”

Keith’s gloved hand finds it’s way back up to his cheek, for the second time today, and the blood rushing in his ears downs out the sound of Pidge gagging.

“Gross. Can we force them to divorce? This is worse than the pining.”

“Physically impossible for me to divorce him,” Lance murmurs, distracted. “Since he technically owns me, now. Kind of.”

Keith makes a face. “I hate that a little.” He presses one last chaste kiss to Lance’s mouth before pulling away. It’s casual, and small, but the novelty of it is not lost on Lance.

He was not kissing Keith this morning, that was for certain.

It’s not until Lance manages to blink away his ga-ga eyes that he realizes that the rest of the team is looking at him in shocked confusion, and it clicks that his sentence would, sans context, be kind of horrifying to hear.

“Oh,” he blurts, without thinking, “I’m a Selkie.”

“You’re bad at this whole revelation thing,” Keith notices. “I think my Galra thing was somehow handled better.”

“Shut up.”

To his credit, Keith’s observation isn’t too far off. If anything everyone’s shock has only worsened, and it’s clear that Lance’s messy, half-explanations aren’t going to do much. The Alteans could probably do with some actual historical context, but for now, Lance thinks a demonstration is the wisest choice. And since he doesn’t have an ocean available to him, he decides to do the next best thing.

He slips his jacket carefully over his shoulders, spreading it out over his legs and gently running his fingertips over the rough canvas. Just as in his room, the fabric begins to blur, warp, change. He understands the change that is happening — it is his coat, after all; his own flesh — but he cannot find the words to describe it. There may not be. The coat simply changes in a way that is not comprehensible by non-Selkie eyes, as evidenced in the various strangled noises of bewilderment around him. Even Keith looks at the pelt in awe, unused to Earthen magic.

“How long have you been a seal person?” Pidge asks, hands twitching like she’s itching to touch.

“Two decades,” Lance says drily.

It doesn’t take long for the shock to melt away. That’s due in part to everyone’s curiosity, and the rest is because, as Lance suspected, their lives are just so goddamn weird — this Selkie thing just doesn’t even make top ten.

“So was that what the whole dramatic running out of the common room was about earlier?” Hunk clarifies.

Lance nods. “Yeah. I didn’t…I got too comfortable. Left my pelt out, Keith tossed it at me, boom, it’s not longer mine. Luckily I was wrong about how dangerous that is, ‘cause I didn’t lose my free will or anything, but I am essentially married to Keith now. So.” He turns to his husband and grins. “I don’t think he minds.”

Ignoring Pidge’s mutter of “here we go again,” Keith smiles back, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I don’t.”

“I’m sorry you weren’t comfortable before.”

Lance looks up at Shiro, startled by the seriousness in his voice. His tired look from earlier is gone, replaced with something narrow-eyed, serious.

“Huh?”

“You said you got too comfortable.” He gestures to Lance’s lap. “With your pelt. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell us.”

“And I’m sorry for threatening you, Keith,” Hunk adds. “Well, it was barely a threat, but still.”

Keith reaches over to pat his shoulder. “All good, man. It was understandable. Lance probably warrants some threatening on his behalf.”

Lance narrows his eyes. He’s sure that’s an insult, somehow.

“Hunk, do not scare my husband away with your foolishness —”

“I know you’re just saying that to have an excuse to say ‘my husband’, you whipped simp —”

“Fuck off, no one asked you —”

“Pardon my interruption,” Coran says, holding up a hand. “But what is a Selkie?”

Allura raises her hand as well. “I would also like to know!”

“If I’ll be honest, I’m not that familiar with the legend either,” Pidge admits.

Lance pauses for a moment, considering. He knows that explaining everything would take a long time, and he knows he doesn’t have the energy for that. It’s something you learn over time, anyway, over years of stories at the right time. He can simplify some information, though. Get the point across.

“I’m not human,” he starts carefully. “I’m also not alien, not not-human. It’s complicated.” He runs his hand over the soft fur of his coat. “My pelt is like…a physical manifestation of my soul, I think. My quintessence? I’m not entirely sure. But when I wear it, I become another form of mine. Kind of like your shapeshifting, maybe? I turn into a seal, but I’m still very much me. And it’s not like I’m a seal with a human brain, or whatever. I’m a seal, I’m a human, I’m a Selkie. I’m never not those three things.”

Pidge cocks her head. “So you’re a seal right now?”

“Yeah. I’m a Selkie, I have to be. Unless my pelt were to be truly lost, I guess. If someone set it on fire I wouldn’t be a Selkie anymore. I’d lose my soul.”

“Jesus,” Pidge shudders.

Keith looks determinedly at him. “I won’t let that happen.”

“No shit,” Lance says, raising an amused eyebrow. “That’s your job now, Mullet. The pelt is yours to guard. You took it, it’s your responsibility.”

Keith’s determined expression does not change. Lance is just a little endeared but it. As unconventional as this has been, Keith genuinely seems to be excited to be with him. And if Lance trusts his word — which he does — then Keith has wanted to be with Lance for a while. With his space family’s approval, and the certainty that he will have the same from his Earth family when he makes it home, the weight he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying finally drops from his shoulders.

“God, I can’t wait to human marry you.”

Shiro sighs. This time, it sounds significantly more amused. He gets to his feet, dusting off his hands. “I guess that falls to me, huh,” he says, waving them over. “C’mere.”

Keith and Lance scramble up, running over to where Shiro stands, at the head of the table. He holds two twist-ties in his head that he has formed into rudimentary rings.

“I feel contractually obligated to remind you about Adam’s stance in elopement,” he says, looking pointedly at Keith. “And Lance, I don’t know your mother personally, but your sister and I were colleagues. You are also going to get into leagues or trouble when we get home.”

Lance grins brightly. “I am going to get in leagues of trouble anyway!”

Keith nods. “I left Earth against Adam’s specific instructions. I’m toast no matter what, so I might as well do the best thing I will ever do in my life before then.”

Lance’s ears burn. He glances down at his sneakers, embarrassed and pleased all at once.

He’s the best thing that Keith will ever do in his life. God.

“Well, that answers my first question, then.” Shiro turns to Lance. “Since Keith obviously does, do you, Lance, wish to take Keith as your lawfully wedded husband, so long as you shall live?”

Lance grins. “I would love nothing more.”

“Then by the power vested in me by the five dollar certificate I got online, I pronounce you wed. Congratulations. You may kiss the groom.”

Neither of them wait for Shiro to finish his sentence, surging forward immediately, colliding in the middle like magnets. Lance feels the weight of his pelt on his shoulders and Keith’s hands on his face in equal measures. It feels like swimming free.

#well!!!! pt 2 of the selkie au a year later!!!! #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #married klance #selkie lance #brown eyed lance #whipped keith #my writing #longpost #team as family #protective hunk #hunk & lance #broganes #shiro is so done

[straykids-97]

Chan drabble ✍🏻💭

I’ve been thinking about Chan, as usual. And I’m slowly becoming more and more convinced that this man is possessive as fuck. Like, not too much to be toxic, but enough that he gets jealous if someone gets a little too friendly with his significant other.

And honestly, I have brain rot bc of it.

Like, just stop Chan.

Mine

Warnings: possessive!Chan, rough sex, unprotected sex, pet names, name calling. Lmk if I forgot anything!

I can’t take this anymore.

Watching y/n smile at the man across the seat from her is about to drive me in-fucking-sane. I know she’s just a nice girl, but men don’t understand that niceness isn’t an invitation into one's pants. And I could see that the man smiling at my girlfriend didn’t know where that line was either.

Changbin had been talking to me for almost ten minutes but I hadn’t heard a word. I gave up trying to hide that I was staring at y/n, part of me was hoping that piece of shit would turn to look around and catch me staring. The other part hoped she would come back to the table.

Fucking bartender needed to hurry up with those fucking drinks or I was about to catch a felony.

“Chan?” Felix murmured, putting his hand on my forearm. I hadn’t realized my hands were in fists until he said my name. I whipped my head to his cool hand on my heated arm, glaring at it and then finding his eyes full of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

I turn my attention back to y/n who was gathering the drinks and parting ways with the man. I pushed away from the table when I saw him start after her; I was about to lose my shit. I stalked toward them, the man seeing me and either being too stupid to realize that she wasn’t single or too egotistical to care.

“Let me help you with those drinks-”

“Oh- Chan.” She looked relieved, apparently, she didn’t care for the man’s company. It was clear by the look of relief she had when she saw me. The man stood at her side, still ignoring me. “Do you need help with those?”

“No, she doesn’t.” I spit, fury seeping into every word. He turns to look at me, narrowing his eyes at me. “I wasn’t asking you-”

“Chan, baby, come on.” Y/n murmurs, nudging me with her free hand. The man glares down at her, “Baby?”

“Yeah, as in boyfriend. The one she takes home and fuc-” Y/n gasps, “Alright, let’s go.” She steps between me and the man before I can really do something stupid. “Felix,” y/n calls, trying to get someone else's attention, but Changbin was the one to step in. “I think you should go.” Changbin demands, crossing his arms. Minho leans against the booth, glaring at the man that was on the other side of y/n, entirely too fucking close for my mental well-being.

Realizing that y/n wasn’t alone, and he was entirely outmatched, he scoffed, “Whatever man. Have the barhopping whore,” I nearly snapped.

“Ah- Chan!” My girlfriend slapped my chest was the only thing that stopped me from lunging at the man as he walked away. “Did you hear-”

“Yes, I have ears baby. Now come on. It’s not worth getting into trouble over.” Her soft warm voice chastises and she nudges me to back up. I growl in agitation and relent, allowing her to guide me back to the table.

I growl, my hand pressing into y/n’s waist as I fuck her from behind, pinning her chest to the bed. She’s a puddle of goo; moaning and crying beneath me as I fuck her ruthlessly. Her ass jiggles as I pound into her, hardly pulling out and practically just grinding against her. She liked being fucked deeply, just as much as I liked to do it.

I lean over her, my lips ghosting over her ear as I whisper, “You’re mine.” I growl the last word as I fuck into her, making her moan into the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyebrows were scrunched together in pleasure as she squeezed me too tight I thought she might break my dick.

“Fuck- y/n, baby- Christ!” I hiss, fucking her faster as she begins to orgasm. She squeals, her breath catching in her throat as she falls from heaven. I let out a groan, and leaned into her back, pulling us so that I was flush against her. I began to fuck her faster, her moans now coming out more like babbles. I brush her hair from her face so I can kiss the corner of her mouth, “Your mine.” I growl again, feeling myself starting to come undone as well.

Thank god she’s on birth control, it’s virtually impossible to pull out in this position anyway. She whines when she feels me cum inside her, and I let out a low moan, hips slowing to a stop as I emptied into her.

We sit there for a moment, panting until I pull out and lay beside her. She immediately curls into my side. “Are you ok?” She whispers after a little while. I clench my jaw, “No. But I will be.” I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her tightly into my side. “What’s the matter?” She asks. I shake my head, “Not right now, baby.” I wasn’t about to explain that I had gotten jealous at the bar, and I certainly wasn’t about to tell her that I didn’t like that she smiled so sweetly at him. I squeeze her tightly as she falls asleep in my arms, and I lean over, pressing my lips to her sticky forehead, “Mine.”

©️straykids-97

#skz drabbles #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #bang chan smut #bang chan hard hours #bang chan hard thoughts

[depressed-cookie-dough]

Amm hii my first ever public brain thought i have these often but yee i didn't see much of lyney so i took it out to try and write something about him ^^...

What would people say now, when the the representative of Inazuma is being so drunk

How did you get here you you don't know ether you really wanted to see him and plus he said you can come to see him anytime you want so no harm is done here right, at least that is what you tell yourself.

As you opened tent he was in you slowly walked to his sleeping form it would be be shame to wake him.. And you jumped on him.As he jolts awake he panics a bit but sees its you and instinctively hugs you back "well hello mon chérie";"hii, and i told you to not call me that if you don't tell what it means" he only giggles at that of course you could ask someone in city or court what it meant but you afraid someone is going to make fun of you after all you were one of most respected person in city of Fontane and that that is why you shouldn't be here even worse drunk as you are now, honestly you just wanted a little escape from your thoughts thinking of him all day so it was better idea to get drunk and actually see him great life choices, "soo ~ why did you come here to see me not that i mind". "honestly idk i just want to see you"

L:ou is that so, soo what do you want to do

Y:honestly i don't know i just want to spend time with you so anything is fine

L: wanna go around the festival ground i think i can turn merry go round for a little bit

Your eyes sparked as you tug him out tent

Y:What are we wait for lets goo

He only watched you amused honestly you are such different person out of court house so lively and energetic noting like that reserved figure. He got his hat and cape which looked really funny on his pj but he still looked good god he always does dose he. After walking a bit you got there at first it was nothing special but once he got it light up it was beautiful you quickly rushed to it sitting on one of horses, lyney slowly got to your side holding one of support bars for his safety. You laugh and giggled whole time

L:you know i prefer you like this happy with honest laughter

You turned your head to look at him but because of amount of alcohol you had your head spined and start falling forword he rushed to catch you

L:hey carful we don't want you to get hurt

You crashed your head on his chest as he try to keep you on the house

L"See i told you to be careful you could gotten hu.. "

" you smell nice" your drunk ass said would you hate yourself for it if sober YES, are you now proud of it also yes. He stares for a second as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further it his neck

L "hey hey slow down there that pa it sensitive"

"is it now" you kissed it congratulations you might fucked up your friend.. And he moaned never mind you don't care

"OUU that much sensitive ~" as you smirked and looked at him you could swear his eyes were beginning for more

L"i don't know how much you drink but you are not acting like your self maybe i should take you home "

And ou boy did you not like the idea you wanted to stay with him so as any saint person you hugd him with your legs too

" no, home is lonely, here with you better "

He soften his eyes at your wish but still wanted to do right thig after all you had a couple of drinks so your not thinking straight and he didn't want to use that

L "i can stay with you in your room until you fell asleep"

As soon as that left his mouth your was back in his neck this time tho you took small bite enough tho for lyney to grabs your hair and yeests it backwards.Now he did want to scold you but look in your eyes that begged him to continue just a bit more made him question his decisions.. But too late for that now because he was slowly closeing distance between you

As his lips touched yours there was feeling of addiction right behind he want to be slow with you to give you chance to back away, ou but you had other plans as you made him physically not able to get closer to you as he is now and it surely didn't help how you grinded on him. He groaned softly this is not okay he needs to stop you before he can't himself

L"Cheri you really need to stop and get your head clear "

But you didn't like that idea and wanted to continue but this time he read you and firmly grabbed your chin and spoke in most serious voice he ever used

L" salope now i believe i told stop now be good little bitch and stay still "

And boy you did was that all that can make you stay put just one degrading word and you are done you wanted to smack your self but before you got chance you felt fingertips on your cheek and mouth

L" I would love to continue this will you one you are more sober butt until then this must satisfi your hunger "

He watched as you look at him ou and boy did he want to ruin you image just how much his pride would be.

He slowly picked you up and you did feel kinda dizzy he was saying something but you were falling and didn't hear what.

As you opened your eyes you instantly got pictures in your head that by the way hurted like bitch.

You want to cry because of stress why did it had to be dream, as you tried to lay on your back you here mumbling behind you. Fastly turning around to see who and to your luck he was there now slowly opening his eyes

L"morning cheri did you sleep well "

"i think i told you not to call me that "

L"ou but you didn't mind yesterday did you now " he said with grinnin. He is not going to let that one go until you retire that is for sure, as he slightly moved to get closer to you he whispered

L" if you don't mind helping me fix that problem you made yesterday "

#genshin impact smut #lyney and lynette #genshin lyney #albedo #genshin impact #lyney x reader #lime

[skreebs]

Happy “Tetchou got 2-3 seconds of screen time” day!!

Anyway Jouno has ADHD and heres a longass rant on why I think that

(Obviously this is a headcanon but hear me out!!!!!)

Almost every time we see Jouno he is always doing something with his hands wether this be gesturing, holding something, or fidgeting with an object (example: when he was peeling a pear in Kunikida’s cell thing) and in the same scene we also see Jouno apparently unable to sit still in his seat in the manga due to him repeatedly crossing and uncrossing his legs in his chair

Another reason I think this is because of possible time blindness. When we first see Jouno show up to the Hunting Dogs group thing where they smash into the ground, Fukuchi comments on Jouno arriving before him. This is because he had to go arrest Dazai so obviously he’s “here” in Yokohama early, but also this kind of makes me think he was just standing there waiting for a while. I’m likely reading too deep into it, but Fukuchi probably wouldn’t say that Jouno had gotten here before him when he knew that’d clearly be the case. In my mind it reads as Jouno arrived at the meeting spot early. How Fukuchi would know this? No clue! But also he’s Fukuchi so he probably knows everything.

(I hate tumblr formatting)

Another reason I have would be RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria)

This one is definitely reaching a little bit but bare with me.

I think Jouno experiences RSD, not in the way of “oh I hate myself I messed up on something” but instead in the way of “shut the fuck up you dont know what youre talking about dont criticize me.” Which is honestly how I experience it sometimes as well LMAO but he does seem very focused on the fact of personally being the best Hunting Dog and appears to take quite a bit of offense whenever Tetchou reprimands him for his behaviour.

Last reason I can squeeze out before my brain turns into goo is overstimulation. Jouno is known very heavily for his heightened senses and people with ADHD are very prone to overstimulation. It would make a lot of sense for something like this to happen to Jouno. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to openly show this at work or have a breakdown at work (if he did he would likely go to a secluded area to calm down) but its very likely that he’s experienced many overstimulated breakdowns or shut downs during his life once his senses became so insane.

I could go on about this for hours but now I have to tag all of this and pass the hell out. Unsurprisingly my own time blindness has gotten the better of me (I started this at 2 am and it is currently 5 am)

DO I EVEN NEED THIS MANY TAGS IDK HOW THIS WORKS

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #jouno saigiku #saigiku jouno #jono saigiku #tetchou suehiro #tecchou suehiro #suehiro tecchou #suehiro tetchou #ouchi fukuchi #fukuchi ouchi #bsd fanart #jouno fanart #tetchou fanart #tecchou fanart #bsd tecchou #bsd jouno #suegiku #my art #bsd analysis #bsd headcanons #jouno headcanons #jono headcanons #I HATE TAGGING STUFF #文豪ストレイドッグス #jouno analysis #neurodiverse stuff #nd jouno #nd tetchou

[oldmemoria]

caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

#atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #gerard way #my chemical romance #mcr #warrior cats #procreate #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream crk #Hesitant alien #gee way #mcr art #hesitant alien era #hesitant gerard #gerard way appreciation #gerard way hesitant alien #Three cheers #three cheers for sweet revenge #three cheers era #black parade #the black parade #gwen stacy #spider gwen #ghost spider #spider verse #atsv gwen #spiderman oc #spidersona #warriors

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Fifteen

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: body dysmorphia/yn trying to hide her scars, lots of fluff here tho AND THE SEXUAL TENSION AHHH (no sex here tho)

A/n from beastie🐾: sopebubbles 🧼 really out did herself here. This is all her! my brain has been all kinds of goo, so I've really been no help in the plot development department. but honestly, I'm really glad because I don't think I would have written this half as well as she did (my exact words to her were: "Forget screaming into your pillow, this is tearing your pillow open with your teeth and thrashing around your room." lmaooo) I know you all will enjoy this chapter as much as I did!

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Hoseok had heard you speak his name, and he was sure, even through all the fog, that it wasn't a dream. He heard you blame yourself for what had happened to him, but he knew that these risks were part of the life he led, a life he chose and wouldn't change. Even if you were caught up in a messy web together, he wouldn't blame you, ever. He wanted to tell you that, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak, barely even able to breathe. He felt your fingers skim the back of his hand, but he couldn't make his hands move to reciprocate the touch. He couldn't raise his arm to grab your wrist as you turned away. Turned to leave. He wanted to stop you, but he couldn't lift himself out of the heavy, morphine induced slumber covering him like a weighted blanket. 

He heard Yoongi stop you. He heard Yoongi say all the things he wouldn't be able to say even in the clearest of head spaces. And then the two of you were gone and Hoseok went back to sleep. 

When you awoke, the sun was already up, higher than it usually was when you got up. You felt tired, from the inside out, although you had slept better than you had in weeks. The bed you were in was comfortable, softer than your own. When your eyes opened completely you saw Yoongi, laying a foot away from you, hair messy and his cheek squished against his pillow. You remembered how you had fallen asleep with your head on his chest last night, and it made you ache to fill the distance between you again. But that was last night, and now it was morning. Would he still feel the same now as he did when he was tired and the moment was critical? 

You should get up and go to the kitchen, find Jungkook, and act normal, if you could. You were staying but that didn't mean you had to stay in this bed, even if it was comfortable and inviting and you very deeply wanted to.

A new concern crossed your mind. What if you weren't here when Yoongi woke up? He would worry. Maybe even panic that you had left while he was sleeping. And that would hurt him, wouldn't it? Or at least scare him. Was it arrogance to believe so? Did you give yourself too much importance? It would be better to stay put until he woke up and made a polite excuse to leave or found a nice way to ask you to go. You didn't want to make him worry. 

As if Yoongi could sense the potential energy generated by your thoughts, his hand reached out for you. A muffled, mumbled "Val," left his lips and his fingers searched for you across the cool sheets. They met with a fabric of a different texture, his t-shirt draped over your body, drowning you even more than it did him. His fingers curled into the fabric, gently pulling, too tired to really drag you toward him. Without even thinking you scooted yourself closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you until your chests were pressed together. His lips landed on your forehead. 

"Still here," he mumbled against your hairline. 

Your fingertips drew circles in the fabric of the shirt he wore. "I'm still here. Is that okay?"

"'S perfect," he smiled sleepily. Yoongi felt torn between staying in a soft, warm heap with you, lingering on the edges of consciousness. If you both stayed like this you wouldn't have to think about right or wrong or consequences. You could simply enjoy the comfort of each other's presence. On the other hand, he sensed that you were more awake than he was, and that meant you were probably already thinking. He should wake up and speak with you properly, to let you know that he still felt everything he had said the night before and so much more. That he cared for you and he wanted you to stay. That whatever you wanted was okay with him as long as you wanted it. So he tried to come above the drowsiness, but you were so warm and he was so comfortable. 

While he was trying to wake up, he failed to notice how you melted into him, how you let yourself relax against his chest and nuzzled into his neck. Then your lips grazed his skin. They pressed against his jaw. Your mind had cleared of thoughts but felt hazy, and you unself-consciously allowed your body to seek him out and find comfort in him. Your lips had just found the corner of his mouth and he turned slightly to catch your lips when a sleepy groan reached you from the other room.

"Hoseok," you whispered, frozen in Yoongi's embrace. 

"Uh uh," he mumbled against your lips. His body pushed back against yours, not wanting to let this moment be ripped from his grasp. Another, unidentifiable sound emanated from the other room. 

"Yes, it is!" You smiled and pulled yourself away from him quickly, leaving Yoongi bereft.

In haste, you ran out unthinkingly, not considering your state or who else might be out there. You hadn't thought about only being in Yoongi's shirt and your underwear, or that Jin would already be by his lover's side. You stopped abruptly in the doorway when you saw both men. The extra large shirt may have fallen to your thighs, but it left just enough to the imagination to inspire thoughts in each man's mind. 

"You're awake," you smiled as both men stared at you. 

Yoongi appeared behind you, his head peeking over your shoulder, visible to both men. 

"Am I still dreaming?" were Hoseok's first words, uttered in a raspy, mumbled Korean.

"I'm not entirely sure," replied Seokjin, still gaping at your appearance. 

Before you could turn to disappear and put on pants or offer any semblance of explanation, the door to the clinic burst open to introduce a breathless Jungkook.

"Val is–" his eyes scanned up and down your body. "Gone," the word fell empty from his lips.

"No. Just her pants are," Hoseok grinned.

You turned instantly, understanding their Korean well enough to feel embarrassed, and pushed past Yoongi to go find some bottoms to put on. When you bumped Yoongi's shoulder he couldn't help the teasing smirk that lit up his face as he met Jungkook's eyes across the room.

While you were trying to get your feet into the correct holes of the jeans you had discarded last night, a sleepy Taehyung and an even sleepier Jimin joined Jungkook in the doorway. 

"What's going on?" Tae wondered aloud, rubbing the heel of his palm into his right eye. His voice came out quiet and deep. 

"She's not anywhere!" Namjoon came behind them, herding the youngest men into the clinic that was much too small for all seven of them. "All the cars are here. How did she go?"

"I didn't go anywhere!" You grunted from the other room as you jumped into your pants. When you came back to the door your shirt was still hiked up, showing a small sliver of your taught stomach as you did the top button. The other three stood staring at you, eyes wide and mouths agape just as the others had done. 

"You slept with Yoongi hyung?" Jimin asked, impressed and amused. 

"We just slept," Yoongi corrected calmly but there was a warning in his voice.

"Well, and we kissed a little," you admitted, a small smile creeping across your lips. 

"You guys kissed?" Jungkook sputtered. 

"Before you, as a matter of fact," Yoongi grinned back. 

"Oppaaa," you whined as your cheeks and neck warmed.

"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand against your elbow and giving you butterflies. Only Jin noticed, and he found it rather sweet.

"You bastard!" Jungkook cried, enthusiastic rather than angry. "You sat there at dinner last night and asked if I used protection, while you were keeping a secret!"

"Guys!" You wailed to stop the embarrassment they were heaping onto you. That Yoongi had really asked that. That Jungkook had been discussing what you did together at dinner. It was absolutely mortifying. "Please, let's focus on what matters." You moved to perch on the very edge of Hoseok's bed. "Hobi is awake."

"Hobi was awake yesterday," Jimin informed you, leaning into Taehyung's shoulder. "I want to hear about this kiss!" 

Taehyung gave the smaller man a harsh sideways glance and pushed him back with his shoulder. 

You ignored them and looked at Hobi. "You were?" 

He nodded, an unreadable smile on his lips. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, or I would've come to see you."

"I understand. You had a lot to hide from, apparently." His smile became playful and you had to remind yourself that he was still healing to stop yourself from punching his arm. You glared at him instead and got off his bed. 

Noticing your discomfort, Jin chose to change the subject. "Now that everyone is together again, Jungkook, we should celebrate your birthday properly."

Your eyes darted up to Jungkook's. "Today's your birthday?" You'd almost missed it. You'd almost left. You never really got to celebrate special occasions and you'd almost missed one.

Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, a slight tilt to good head. "It was yesterday."

"Oh. I didn't-I don't…" You had nothing to give him. Even if you had known you'd still have nothing to give him, nothing to add to the celebration. 

Jungkook shook his head at the silly thoughts he could read on your face as if you had a cartoon bubble over your head. He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. "Believe me, beautiful, you made it one of the best birthdays ever." He held you against his chest in a light, but comforting hug, resting his chin off your head before he added, "even if you slept in Yoongi hyung's bed."

You pushed away from him and made a face at his teasing, but you both knew there was nothing in it. There was too much joy in his eyes for you to feel any criticism. 

"So what would you like to do, Kook?" Namjoon asked, threading a firm hand through his lover's hair. It was the most intimate gesture you'd ever seen between them in front of the whole group, but you were sure by the lack of reaction from the others that you were the only one who wasn't used to it. Maybe you just had never noticed before, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to mind what they were doing. Or maybe Namjoon was just feeling touchy this morning. You’d never know that the truth was he wanted to be touching you, but he could tell how uneasy all the attention was already making you, so he didn't want to add to it. Even though the first thing he felt when he saw you was relief so strong he wanted to wrap his arms around you.

Jungkook only dragged his eyes up and down your body once again, thinking that what he would like to do only involved one of the other men in this room and you. In the growing silence, Jimin offered, "we should have a pool party!"

All six men turned their heads to him, some with raised eyebrows.

"Not one of those pool parties," he amended. Not the kind that involved dozens of scantily clad men and women and a variety of drugs. "Just us, and Val."

At that, most of the attention in the room returned to you. Taehyung watched you with wary eyes, wondering if you would protest, wondering if you would own up to the fact that you didn't even own a bathing suit. He and Yoongi watched as you carefully folded your arms over your middle, as if you were already building up the shield around yourself. 

Your throat bobbed before you said, "what about Hobi? He won't be able to swim."

Hoseok smiled up at you, warmly this time. "I don't mind sitting in the shade with Yoongi and watching."

"You don't swim?" 

"You know cats don't like water," Jungkook answered with a teasing grin before Yoongi could respond. When Yoongi fired a lethal glare back, you wondered if this was Jungkook's regular teasing or if it was something more like rivalry.

"It's settled, then," Seokjin decided. "I will make some snacks, Val is on drinks, Taehyung is on music, and the rest of you can find something useful to do."

"Drinks? It's barely 9 am," you noted before they could all disperse on Jin's order. 

"Why? Do you have somewhere to be later?" Jin teased.

You bristled. "No."

"Great! Then we'll start with mimosas and move on to margaritas later."

You merely shook your head and watched the others as they filed out of the room. With the space and a little more privacy, Yoongi went to Hoseok's side to look him over. You stood nervously to the side, not quite wanting to go, not sure what to do if you stayed.

"What can I do? Do you need anything?" You asked after a minute of hesitation.

"Can you get me some water?" Hoseok needed it, but more than anything he wanted a moment alone with Yoongi. You nodded silently and left for the kitchen.

"Is something wrong?" The doctor asked when he noticed his patient watching you until you left. 

"No. I mean, my ribs hurt and the wound is a little sore, but I feel relieved. Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi wrinkled his brows as he checked Hoseok's arm where the IV was inserted. "What are you talking about?" 

"You stopped her from leaving. I thought maybe I had dreamed it, but it was real. And if it wasn't for you, she'd be gone."

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not sure I did the right thing. Maybe it was…selfish."

"It wasn't. We all want her to stay, not just you."

"Just because we all wanted it doesn't mean I didn't do it for myself."

"I don't believe that and neither do you. Neither does Val."

"But if leaving was what she wanted—"

Hoseok looks at the elder with complete sincerity. "It wasn't. And you didn't stop her just because you want her, but because you know she isn't ready. Because she still needs to heal and learn. Running away isn't what she wanted. What she wants is to be loved, and you gave her that."

Yoongi lost his breath for a moment before quietly asking, "What if it isn't enough?"

Hoseok thought of Jin, of how good he was of gluing people back together with careful, considered love. The way he had done it when Hoseok was young. The way he did for Jungkook when he was still just a teenager, with a brotherly sort of affection. It wasn't too late for you. You could join Jin's family of broken toys, held together by love. 

"Even if it isn't," Hoseok replied, "we'll all give her every kind of love she needs until she doesn't need it anymore. Until leaving is something she can do and not something she needs to."

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully at that just as you came in with water for the patient. He let Hoseok's words replay in his head and decided he hoped that one day you would leave, to know that you could go anywhere and know that there would be people who loved you. At least one person who loved you. Maybe when you left you'd take him with you. 

"Oppa?" 

Yoongi shook himself out of his thoughts and the fantasies that he imagined last night, making subtle alterations. He looked at you, eyes endearingly confused. 

"Are you sure I can go swimming?" You repeated "I'm not fully healed…" 

Yoongi's had tilted in further confusion. In all the days he had begged you to take things slow you had never once agreed with him that you were anything less than perfectly fine. You had jumped at the chance for pilates with Jungkook, had pestered the man for more without asking Yoongi. So why? Why were you hiding behind an injury that even Yoongi knew was healed now. Yoongi considered. 

"Can I see your wound?" 

You swallowed and gave a small nod. Carefully, you gripped the hem of Yoongi's oversized shirt and lifted it up to the bottom of your breasts. Your eyes glided over to Hoseok. You could have turned away to prevent him from seeing, but you had realized when you helped Yoongi with him the other night that the two of you had a wound in roughly the same spot. You had seen his while he was shirtless on the table under Yoongi's hands, and it gave you the feeling of some kind of equality between you. Besides, Hoseok only held your gaze calmly while Yoongi examined you, his eyes never leaving yours. Only the doctor's words broke your silent moment between his patients. 

"I thought so. You're healed. I wanted to see if I could take out the stitches yesterday, but…Anyway, I can take them out now and as long as you let me put some antiseptic on it afterwards, you should be fine." Yoongi watched your face carefully as you lowered your shirt, noticing the misplaced disappointment there. But you nodded your head anyway, not willing to pass up the opportunity to be rid of the irritating threads. Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Hoseok. "We can go remove them in my bathroom, if you want some privacy."

It was a silly suggestion when the current proposal for the day was to let all seven of these men feast on you with their eyes. You rolled your eyes and climbed up on the exam table wordlessly. Yoongi knelt on the ground, reaching under the bed to grip the strap of your bag. 

"If you want to change first, you can," Yoongi offered, assuming you would need your things. 

You grimaced at him before leaning yourself back. "Just do it."

Yoongi gathered his tools and pulled on a pair of gloves while you settled and exposed your abdomen to him. He trained his eyes on your wound, focusing hard on the stitches instead of the lines that led beneath the waistband of your jeans, and hoping you didn't notice when he slipped. 

"So, Val, is it four or five of our members that you've kissed now? Did you and Namjoon kiss yesterday, too?" His voice was full of teasing, deciding it would be better to make you uncomfortable in this way rather than through silence. 

You stared a hole into the ceiling above instead of giving him the satisfaction of pointing your glare at him, but your face and your neck were hot.

"First Taehyung, then me, Yoongi, and Jungkook! Who will be next?" Hoseok pushed. 

Without pausing his work or shifting his eyes, Yoongi retorted, "if I remember correctly, you kissed her, but she didn't kiss you back. So I don't think that counts."

You turned your head finally and stuck out your tongue at him. 

Hoseok laughed hard enough to make his own wound hurt and winced. "So four then?"

You smiled slyly. "And maybe I'll let you be last." 

"You're cruel, Val. But I'm a patient man. I can wait."

You closed your eyes, shutting him out as you tried to ignore the want growing inside of you. It wasn't an aching want, not yet. But somewhere deep inside you had begun to wonder just how much these men would really give you. When you opened your eyes to look at Yoongi, he seemed entirely unbothered. You could tell he had mocked Hoseok for his own amusement more than any kind of malice.

When Yoongi finished he stood, but leaned over you before you could sit up. He placed his hands on either side of your head and lowered himself to kiss you. He toed the line between sweet and sensual, his tongue remaining in his mouth, but his teeth nipped at your lower lip before he pulled away to say, just loud enough for Hoseok to hear, "since we got interrupted earlier." 

When you reached the top of the stairs you met with Taehyung. Such encounters with you almost never occurred, since he'd been staying in Jimin’s room to help you both have the space that you needed. Now he came to you with an offering. He held in his hands the large stuffed bear that he had won on your very first date. The one you had left him as a reminder. He watched you gulp when you eyed him up and down, slow to meet his gaze.

"So you were going?" Taehyung asked when he saw your heavy duffle bag over your shoulder, although you didn't seem to be struggling under the weight of it.

"I was going to," you said flatly and went quiet. You stared at each other but avoided your faces. You studdied the way his thin veiny hands gripped the cheerful bear, and studied your smaller, calloused hand where you clutch the strap of your bag.

"I don't know what it is," you finally said. "Like an itch under my skin. Something that screams in my head when I make a decision. When I don't know what to do, I can only leave." You sighed and smiled wryly. "One of these days, I'll accomplish it."

Tae replied, "I'm sure you will." He gave the bear a squeeze. "But for now you're staying?" You nodded, your brown eyes looking up innocently at him. "Then, can I give you back your bear?"

"You don't want him?" You stretched out a finger to stroke his snout.

Taehyung shrugged like it meant nothing but his words said otherwise. "Me keeping him just makes me sad, but I hope you can still be happy when you have it. Whatever happened after, whatever we didn't or should have done, that day we were really happy."

You smiled softly at the bear, at the memory of that sun kissed afternoon when you really, truly felt like a new person. When you really felt happy. You held out your open palms to take the gift, and the weight on Tae's chest lifted a little. Your fingertips brushed the backs of his hands as you took ownership of the memory. 

"I was really happy, for so much of it. I know it wasn't perfect, but I liked…being her. I wanted to be that way, fun and carefree and wild, but I'm not." You hoped he could finally understand that this was your fundamental problem, not him.

Tae tried to smile, but he didn't quite manage it. "Maybe you can take parts of her into yourself. You are fun, when you let yourself be, even if you can't be carefree."

"I'm still trying to work out…who I'm going to be," you admitted.

This time Tae did smile and it reached all the way to his eyes. "That's good. You should take some time to figure it out. And in the meantime, I just want you to be happy. Whether that involves me or my brothers. Just do what makes you happy."

You both became aware of Jungkook moving around in his room through the door at your back. You thanked Taehyung with a squeeze of your bear and walked into your own room. After placing the gift on your bed, you took your time putting your clothes back in their place. You didn't actually have anything appropriate to wear to a pool party, so you simply slipped on a short pair of athletic shirts and a worn cotton tank top. If Yoongi and Hoseok could sit to the side and still be part of it, then so could you. You could even sit at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Still, you dreaded talking about why you weren't fully participating, so you delayed as long as possible. 

Instead you let your mind fill with sweeter things, Yoongi's lips, his smell when you awoke in his bed this morning; the way Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other, at you; how it felt to be held between the two of them. You let those pleasant feelings warmth you up and soothe your nerves. You focused solely on them as you stroked the soft fur of the bear with mindless fingers, until you heard a splash from outside your balcony. 

You went to the glass door to have a look. Below, Jimin was already in the pool, Taehyung following close behind with a cannon ball. To the side, under a shaded pergola, Yoongi and Hoseok were already lounging. Yoongi appeared to be covering his face with a healthy layer of sunscreen, while Namjoon spread some over Jungkook's shoulders, although it wasn't clear if he was applying it as much as stroking the man's supple skin. The only one missing was Jin, and you guessed he was still in the kitchen. He had given you a job and you had to get it over with, so you trudged down the stairs. 

Seokjin was in the kitchen as expected, chopping fruit and placing it carefully on a large platter. When you moved around him to wash your hands you noticed he had already put out champagne and orange juice alongside a large glass pitcher. 

He eyed you up and down. You could see the question in his eyes but you ignored it. "Why do I have to make the drinks?" You asked as you examined the bottle of champagne he had put out. It was obviously more expensive than any you had ever seen at your grungy, old dive bar. Jin watched you to see if you knew what you were doing, but to you a cork was just a cork and you covered it with a dish towel before you began to shift it. 

"Because you have the most experience."

You let the cork out with a pop, moving quickly to get the liquid into the glass pitcher without spilling much. "I doubt that. I mean, everyone here must have several years of drinking on me." You gave Jin a teasing smile under your innocent eyes. "Right, Seokjin sunbaenim?"

The man narrowed his eyes at you before he continued chopping. "I was thinking, once everything settles down for you, we could hire you at the club. We could keep an eye on you, and you could get out of the house, make some money."

You stiffened for a moment, but tried to make it pass. "You still don't trust me? Or am I just too much of a burden?" You asked quietly. 

Jin immediately put his knife down and turned his whole body to face you. "Val, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

You shrugged, but avoided his gaze. "I would understand if you're mad at me, after Hoseok." Your eyes burned with tears. 

Jin shook his head. "No, I'm not. No one blames you. Hoseok made his choice. We each did. Honestly, I only meant to give you an option for when this…period of your life is over."

You loosened a breath and let your shoulders sag. "Then thanks, but when things 'settle,' I'll be going."

Jin sucked air through his teeth. "Where will you go? What will you do?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know."

 Jin finished chopping up the cantaloupe on his cutting board and speared a cube on the end of his knife, holding it out for you. You took it without hesitation. "Well, think about it. The offer stands." He moved the rest of the fruit into the tray before he said, "I think when the time comes, you should do whatever you want. But you need to know what that is. And until you do, you have a place here. You're not a burden."

"Thank you, Seokjin sunbaenim," you murmured. 

Jin smiled fondly. "Now take this out to Hoseok. And oppa will be just fine." He winked before he rushed you out the door with the fruit platter and drink pitcher. 

You were so focused on not spilling anything out of the almost-too-full vessel that you didn't pay any attention to the looks you were given as you approached the pool area. Hoseok smiled at you as you set the tray on the table next to him. Someone has already brought glasses out and you filled one before handing it to Yoongi. 

"Thank you, Val." Yoongi took the glass and then narrowed his eyes at Hoseok. "None for him."

The injured man scrunched up his face at his doctor. Jimin called your name from the pool. When you turned to look at him, Jungkook was standing at the deep end of the pool, poised to launch himself from the edge in a back flip, but he was still dry in his short swim trunks that showed off his powerful legs. The tattoos that climbed up his arm and spread onto his chest were also on display, a beaming smile topping it all off. The other three men were already wading in the pool. Although you had seen Taehyung and Jimin with their shirts off just a few nights ago, you hadn't yet had the pleasure of Namjoon's bare chest. It took real effort to keep yourself from staring at his broad shoulders and thick muscles, but Jimin demanded your attention.

"Where's your bikini, kitten?" Jimin's voice was a unique blend of pouting, teasing and leering at you. You were sure it was well practiced.

You could feel every eye on you as you stood silently, even Jin's from inside the house. "I don't have one," you admitted.

"You live in LA; how can you not own a swimsuit?" Jimin questioned as he tread water.

You shrugged, trying to make it seem like it wasn't weird. "I just don't."

"But that's the whole point of today." He was fully pouting now. 

"I thought the point was to have fun with Jungkook. I can do that while sitting by the side, just like them." You looked over your shoulder at the older men, and Yoongi gave you an affirming smile. 

"But-"

"Of course you can, Val. Do whatever makes you comfortable," Taehyung interrupted Jimin pointedly, his words barely escaping through his teeth. 

"I'm sure we have a bathing suit that would fit you, Val, if you want to borrow one," Namjoon offered. You silently cursed him as you flushed with embarrassment. They were making this impossible. 

Taehyung muttered something under his breath. 

"Jungkook, take her into the pool house and help her pick something out," Namjoon ordered him when you continued to hesitate. 

Jungkook smiled even brighter and came to take you by the hand, leading you away from the others. As soon as you were inside the small house, Taehyung turned on Jimin.

"What is your problem?" He hissed.

Jimin held his hands up innocently. "What? Don't tell me you don't want to see her in a bikini?"

"She's uncomfortable."

"Well she shouldn't be!"

"She doesn't want–" Taehyung let go of a ragged breath. "She doesn't want you to see her scars, idiot."

Jimin paused. He'd forgotten about that detail about your body. But he pushed it aside anyway. "Who cares?"

"She does!" The other emphasized. 

"We need to push her a little out of her comfort zone until she becomes comfortable again! Everything is out in the open now, we might as well take the time to get her used to the idea that we all want her. It will be smoother in the long run." Jimin sounded sure, but Taehyung had to stifle the urge to strike him.

"Jimin, you're done pushing. We all need to act like it's not a big deal because it isn't. Try to make her comfortable," Namjoon growled.

Inside the pool house, Jungkook pulled open a drawer that was stuffed with parts of bathing suits, almost none of them complete. They had accumulated over time, an abandoned top or bottom here and there, until it made quite a colorful collection. Jungkook held up a few tops, trying to judge your cup size. You sighed impatiently before he decided on green bottoms with a yellow string bikini top, both of the colors popping against your rich skin. He held them out to you, but you didn't take them. He scanned your face before he asked warily, "what's wrong?" He wasn't impatient, but concerned.

"Nothing," you snapped as you snatched the green bottoms out of his hands, but his other hand retreated before you could grab it. 

"Tell me, please."

You huffed. "I don't want everyone to see," you said thickly, trying to ignore the moisture at the rims of your eyes. 

"See…your scars," Jungkook exhaled. He hadn't questioned why you didn't take off your shirt when you had sex in the gym yesterday, and he hadn't put together the pieces this morning. He felt like an ignorant fool, but he had just forgotten that particularly shattered part of you. The moment he saw the tear trip down your cheek, he stepped closer, discarding the offensive garment and cradled your face in his hands. He bent to kiss the tear away, his lips feathering against your cheek before he kissed your lips with the same gentleness. "Fuck Jimin. You don't have to wear anything you don't want to," he murmured as he pulled you against his chest. His hands wrapped protectively around your most vulnerable part. "But…:

You angled your head up without moving from his embrace. "You should know that seeing them won't change anything we feel for you. It won't change how beautiful we think you are."

"Don't say that when you don't know," you choked out. 

"But I do know! You're beautiful, even where you're broken." He chuckled as you tried to bury your face in his chest. "I think you should wear it, not for Jimin or for any of us. Just so you can get in the water and have fun with us." 

You sighed, pulling away from him. "I don't know."

"I have an idea," he smirked and you raised an eyebrow. Jungkook gripped your hip and spun you around, pulling your back flush against his chest. He wrapped his hands low across your stomach and spoke softly into your ear. "Put on the bikini, and once we get into the water, I'll cover you, just like this. I'll have your back," he smiled and kissed the skin where your neck bent to your shoulder. 

A quiet moan left you. "The others will get jealous."

"Ah, so you did notice," he tears, lips still on your skin. "Even though it's my birthday, I don't mind sharing."

You lingered in his arms a moment longer before you groaned, "fiiine. Gimme the damn bikini."

Jungkook grinned triumphantly and picked up the top off the dresser where he'd thrown it. 

"Turn around."

Jungkook clicked his tongue but turned. "I've seen you naked before."

"No, you haven't. You've seen me half naked."

"Yeah, so we should fix that."

You ignored him as you shimmied out of your shorts and into the bottoms. You tried to do the strings of the top as quickly as possible, but your shaking hands made it difficult. 

"Do you need help?"

"No!" 

You finally completed a secure knot and let your hair fall away down your back, hoping it would cover a good portion. 

"You go first," you ordered him when you were ready. 

"Let me at least see you!"

"Go!"

Jungkook didn't resist looking at you over his shoulder as he opened the door, but he didn't draw it out as he strode out toward the pool. You walked carefully behind him so that his body shielded you mostly from sight. Then he sprinted toward the pool and launched himself into a front flip, creating enough of a distraction for you to sneak to the pool's edge and slip with. Water splashed over Jimin and Taehyung and sloshed over the sides of the rectangular pool. And before anyone but Yoongi and Hoseok had seen you, you had submerged yourself in the water. You emerged, smoothing your hair away from your face while your shoulders remained below the water at the same time Jimin did. He met your eyes.

"Sneaky little kitten," he smirked. 

Jungkook used his powerful arms and legs to swim over to you before Jimin could and wrapped himself around you exactly as he promised he would.

"Are you using Jungkook to hide from me?" Jimin asked with an arched brow.

"No."

"She just feels more comfortable with me. I'm protecting her from you." Jungkook made a show of holding you close to him, his thick arms protectively crossed over your stomach. 

"You act like I'm gonna pounce on her," Jimin scoffed. 

"Ignore Jimin," Taehyung told you. "He's particularly horny today and he tends to get rather predatory. But if he doesn't start to behave I'll put him on a sex ban." He shot Jimin a sharp glare.

"You don't mean that," the man replied seductively. He began to move lazily through the water, keeping his eyes on nothing in particular but conspicuously off of you. Jungkook kept his wary gaze on the man who came subtly closer to you. Just before Jimin could get close enough to touch you, Jungkook spun the two of you away, dragging your body with his through the water, toward Namjoon. You shrieked with laughter at the sudden change, giggling as Namjoon took Jungkook's place at your back. His large hands gripped firmly at your waist, thick fingers sinking into your flesh, causing goosebumps down your arms. He steered you away from where Jimin was struggling against Jungkook and finding himself at quite a disadvantage. Namjoon's broad chest covered your back completely with room to spare, and the heat his skin had soaked up from the sun radiated into your own. He pushed you toward the wall of the pool and caged you there. His hands moved to your arms and soothed down your skin. 

"Is this okay?" He asked in your ear and a chill went down your spine. He slid his hands over yours and rested them at your hips, his middle fingers tracing over the top of your bikini bottoms. You went still except to nod. Namjoon's hands continued to roam over your body under the water, one feeling the taut muscles of your abdomen while the other caressed your inner thigh. "You have an incredible body, Val," he murmured, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your skin. "I can't wait to explore you," he added as his fingertips ghosted over the fabric between your legs. 

You squealed when Jimin jumped into Namjoon's back, water splashing around the two of you as he tried to reach for you. Namjoon put a foot against the wall and pushed off, giving you room to move away. 

"What's going on?" Jin asked, looking at the commotion in the pool as he brought out two more plates of snacks and set them around Hoseok as if they weren't for everyone. 

"I think they're playing keep away with Val. Either that, or fighting to get their hands on her," Hoseok answered as he watched you swim down the length of the pool. 

You weren't thinking too much about it as you moved down the wall to the next sheltering body. You encountered Taehyung's legs where they hung into the water from his seat on the hot concrete. 

"Hey," you breathed when you looked up at him. 

He smiled at you easily and spread open his long legs. "I'll guard you," he promised. You slipped between his knees and he crossed his legs over your chest, letting you hold onto his legs to help keep yourself afloat. You kept your back safely pressed against the cool tile of the pool wall as you watched the other men horseplay, splashing and laughing loudly. Jin handed a glass to Jungkook before slipping into the water, taunting Jimin with something in Korean that you didn't catch. When Jimin slipped out of Namjoon's grasp and moved toward you again, you started, but Taehyung kept you locked between his legs. 

"Wait," he said quietly. "I'll tell you when to go." 

He let Jimin approach you while the others merely watched and waited. When Jimin was within touching distance of you, Taehyung stuck out both long legs, pressing his feet against Jimin's shoulders. 

"Go, Val!" Taehyung exclaimed as he held the other man at bay. 

Jimin's face scrunched as he stretched to catch you, but you giggled before you ducked out of Tae's legs. As soon as you were clear, Tae caught Jimin between his feet and pulled him into the spot you had vacated. Jimin's hand reached for you, grazing your arm but you carefully pulled it away and swam for the other end of the pool. Jin came out to meet you in the middle of the pool and towed you to the shallow end. 

"Having fun?" He asked as he pulled you through the water.

"Yeah," you smiled more naturally than he thought he had seen before. Yet he noticed how as you got to where you could stand, you kept your shoulders below the water. Jungkook almost moved to take you from him, to cover you again. But Jin caught on without needing to be told and he pulled you against him before propelling you both to the edge of the pool once again. 

"Look what I caught for you, Hobi," Jin crooned as he gathered your long hair down the middle of your back. 

At the shallow end, you stood in front of Jin and the concrete came up to your ribs, leaving your breasts on display in the slightly too small top that Jungkook had picked for you. You hadn't bothered to say anything to him, since it was clear that getting a good look at you was clearly the purpose anyway. 

Hoseok licked his lips when you leaned forward slightly and rested your elbows on the warm concrete. "Thank you, hyung. I love it."

"Are you okay, Hobi?" You asked sweetly as Jin continued to twirl a column of your hair, wringing some of the water out and watching as the water slipped down your back. His eyes traced over the pattern of scars over the majority of your back. He wasn't being a voyeur or looking for pleasure. There was no changing your value based on what he saw. But he needed to know. Hobi watched, knowing as he saw Seokjin’s face the tenderness the older man was willing to give you. It warmed his heart to watch his own lover accept you so completely. While his scars weren’t as physically visible as yours, Hoseok knew the heaviness that came with living with them each day. Slowly, Seokjin had taught him how to trust others to share the weight of that burden and he knew Seokjin could do the same for you too.

"I'm great right now, jagiya." Hoseok smiled at you and your chest heated. 

Jin let go of your hair and leaned into you. "Yoongi can you get me a drink please." He said it so casually, politely but in a tone that made it an order rather than a favor. 

Yoongi was happy to oblige. He stirred the contents of the pitcher to mix what might have settled and then he poured a glass for Jin. He rose and walked to stand in front you before he crouched down to be almost level with you. Then he handed the glass to Jin.

"Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked as Jin took a drink.

"I'm good, oppa," you answered happily.

Jin squeezed your side. You turned your head up at him. "Yes, oppa?" You questioned.

Jin's free hand came out of the water to cup your throat, holding your face at that angle before he lifted his glass to your chin. "Open," he said with the same authority he had used on Yoongi a moment earlier.

So you parted your mouth slightly so he could put his glass to your lips. The liquid spilled into your mouth, sweet and sour orange juice coating your tongue, accompanied by the fizz of champagne bubbles. You swallowed a mouthful and both men watched a rivulet of yellow slip down the corner of your mouth. Jin pulled the glass away and released his hold on your jaw. You faced forward to Yoongi again, and he reached out to swipe the liquid back up to coat your lower lip with his thumb. Your breath stopped as Yoongi lifted the thumb to his own mouth. He smiled at the taste of oranges and chlorine, then he walked back to his seat. He opened the book he'd brought outside with him and began to ignore everyone.

Your thoughts became hazy with so many hands on you, so many teasing words, so many longing stares. You were vaguely aware of Jin and Hoseok talking over you, but not enough to tell if they were talking to or about you. To your left, Namjoon and Jungkook were tangled together, caught in their own small moment of wandering hands and soft lips. Whether the words Namjoon was murmuring against Jungkook's skin were sultry or sweet was only for them to know. Jin still stood at your back, but not against you, his hands on the concrete caging you protectively but not possessively.

You sank into the water and moved away from him, deciding your attempts to hide were pointless. They were going to see eventually. They seemed to already know. It wasn't as if they didn't already know you were broken. And they were willing to keep you anyway. You reminded yourself of what Namjoon had told you yesterday about accepting their feelings, that they were genuine. Until you could believe that yourself, you would just have to take his word for it. But you couldn't hide. You let yourself float in the water, felt it glide over your skin like another caress, soaked the sunlight into your cheeks.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist, too gentle to startle you, and you kept your eyes closed as the person pulled you closer. 

"You've been running from me, kitten. You're not scared of me, are you?" You knew it was him from his hands, but you opened your eyes to look at Jimin anyway. You turned to have him directly. 

"I was just playing, Jiminie. Isn't that what you want? To play?"

Jimin set his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. To his surprise, you wrapped your legs and arms around him, lazily tracing the crescent moon tattoo at the base of his neck.

"You caught on quick, didn't you?" 

You merely shrugged. Jimin's hands clasped behind your back as he moved the two of your weightless bodies aimlessly through the water. "Do you want to play?"

"What kind of game?" You asked it innocently even though you knew Jimin was anything but. 

"Any kind. I know a lot of games. Some the others don't like to play." He pulled you tighter to him so your chest didn't lean so far away, so he could speak in your ear. "Maybe there are some things you'd like that you don't know to ask for. Things I could show you. You can come play anytime, with me and Tae." 

Your legs squeezed around him and Jimin grinned. You looked over his shoulder to where Taehyung still sat at the deep end of the pool. "Would Tae be okay with that?" After everything, you didn't want to hurt him more.

Jimin chuckled softly. "Yes, he would. I think it would mean a lot to him. Even though he didn't want to share you before, his perspective has changed now." 

You leaned back again to look Jimin in the eyes. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Do you still play with Mariana?" 

His face went stoney for half a second and then he shook his head.

"Not since the night you found out about everything."

Your brows furrowed just slightly. "Why not?" 

Jimin shrugged. He honestly hadn't thought about it. "She was just for fun. A little distraction now and then while Taehyung was with you. She wasn't the only one. But since things fell apart between you two, I've been focusing on him."

You only gave him a squeeze in response and continued to let him float you around the pool for several minutes. After that you let each of them pass you around again, enjoying their touches and kisses. You laughed along with their teasing of one another and listened eagerly to stories they told. Morning turned to afternoon and you'd never been so happy to be tired in your whole life. 

You nodded, taking in the information, and leaned into him again, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his embrace. It was just like cuddling.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you whispered. Jimin's chest bloomed as you settled into him. He nestled his face in your neck and stroked his thumb up and down an old scar. "I know you have Yoongi and everyone else, but just know you can come to me, too. For comfort or a cuddle or an itch you need scratched."

When everyone decided it was time to get out of the sun, you climbed out of the pool and moved with small but quick steps over to Yoongi to grab a towel from the stack beside him. You wrapped the thick, fluffy towel around your body, disappearing beneath the blue and white stripes. You sat on the other side of Yoongi on the double chaise lounge he had chosen to sit on in hopes you'd eventually find your way there. His book was still open against his knees, but his eyes were on you. 

"Having fun?" He asked as he watched you examine your pruney fingers.

Your smile was blinding. "I'm exhausted. I need a nap." You rested your head back against the chaise and closed your eyes, your smile not faltering one bit. Yoongi moved a piece of hair from your face.

"You should go shower. Then you can nap in your bed. The chlorine isn't good for your skin."

You pouted and moaned at his words. Your body angled toward him and inched closer. "But I want to stay with you, oppa. Didn't get to hang out with you all day." 

That wasn't entirely true. He'd been there the whole time, sneaking glances above his book to watch you share your joy with the other members. But there had been so much of the others and so little of him. Whenever you were with the whole group you were used to being close to him. He was like a security blanket and even though you had learned today that you didn't need him, you still missed him. 

Yoongi's smile only grew more endeared. "How about you go shower and come up and clean your cut and then we can hang out a little bit, just me and you."

You opened your eyes to look up at him. His long black hair waved gently away from his face. His expression was so tender, you melted all over again. You could reach up just a little and kiss him. But maybe he would get tired of it if you did that too frequently. The smile you returned came more from your eyes than your lips when you replied, "come up to my room in ten minutes."

Yoongi knocked softly when he came to your room, worried you might not be ready. But you answered with a quiet command to come in. He found you in your bathroom, tying your damp hair into a thick bun atop your head. The air still hung wetly with the floral fragrance of the products you had used. It was mildly intoxicating. You were dressed already, in a loose pair of sweats that hung low on your hips, a bright strip of your underwear peeking out, paired with an old, thin t-shirt and–he could tell–no bra.

Yoongi swallowed as he stepped into the large bathroom. "I brought a cream that will help reduce the scarring. If you apply it frequently, it should be minimal."

You gave him a tight smile and thanks as you finished securing your hair. "Can I?" He gestured with the containers in his hands. You responded by sitting back on the countertop and lifting the hem of your shirt. Yoongi soaked a cotton ball with the antiseptic he had brought with him and dabbed it gently along the lines of your cut.

"There's something else I wanted to talk to you about," he said as he waited for it to dry. "As your doctor."

You chuckled lightly. "Sure."

"Birth control," he uttered, like ripping off a bandaid. You bit your lips together to keep from laughing or from showing how shy you were with your smile. "It's up to you of course. I managed to get a supply of pills, in case you want to start today. But if you'd like another method, I can get you in to see an OBGYN."

You blinked at him. "I'm not so good at remembering to take the pill every day."

"I can help you, make sure you take it on time." He nudged your thigh. "It will give me an excuse to see you."

"This is really happening, isn't it?"

"What is?" 

"They all actually want to have sex with me," you almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. 

Yoongi blushed, but he tried to ignore it. "We," he corrected, "all want to have sex with you. To be close to you. Not all of us in the same way. We're all different but…we all want to take care of you in the ways we know how." He let you take in his words for a moment, watching your face, but you gave away nothing. "Does that scare you?"

You let out a breath. "I don't know if scare is the right word. It's strange. It's going to take a while to get used to."

"That's understandable. Take everything at your own pace, Val. We'll be here."

You nodded and Yoongi unscrewed the cap on the jar of lotion he had brought you. He dabbed it over your skin with the lightest of touches. Then he straightened up to look you in the eyes. 

"I meant everything I said last night, Val. I love you, but I don't mind being only one of many who do. I'll give you anything you need or want from me." 

You fisted the front of his shirt in your hands and pulled him between your legs so there was hardly any space between you. You looked at him eye to eye, but almost too close to focus, so close his breath was on your lips. 

"You're too—"

"No." He cut you off, hands raising to your shoulders, to tease his fingers along your neck. "Not too anything."

You paused, breathing the same breath, but not moving. "What if I don't know how to love you back, even though I want to?"

His thumb stroked along your jaw. Yoongi knew it scared you. But he also knew you were more than capable of it. He knew you would feel it and show it long before you could recognize it. And even if you didn't, he wasn't sure it would matter to him. "Will you stay until you figure it out or decide you don't want to?"

You nodded slowly. "I'll stay."

"Then there's nothing more to want," he smiled before he kissed you.

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6. Show us a bit of a wip!

14. Is there a character or ship you were sure you’d never write/draw for but now you’ve changed your mind?

22. Give us a headcanon for Armand!

14. armand/marius!! i really disliked marius when i first read TVL (the classic "he comes across as so arrogant" and "how could he just abandon armand like that" crisis), but then i thought about it for longer and realized that, actually, theyre the perfect level of complicated and a little fucked up for me, so :)

22. oooooh i have many, ok a sort of silly one is that i think he really dislikes synthetic fibers, like all of his clothes are leather or silk, linen, or cotton (or hemp, maybe). i think this is a combo of enhanced vampire senses, human autism (another hc), and "if youre going to do something, do it right." that said, i do think he has a weird obsession with plastics more generally! he definitely collected bakelite trinkets and dishes and stuff. i bet he dragged poor louis to home showings all over the place. oh, that's maybe a second headcanon -- i think the loumand years pre-interview probably went like this: a period of hyper-romantic and suave love interest armand, a period of armand getting more comfortable and dragging louis all over the place and trying new things (the happiest period for both of them during these years, i think), and then a period where louis started to retreat into himself again and armand eventually gave up and left him (which, honestly, the fact that armand left is still crazy to me. but, to be fair, armand is much older and probably left knowing it wasnt the end of loumand and that he would be back, whereas for all louis knew, that was goodbye armand forever :sadtoad:)

6. little bit from my reverse devil's minion wip below the cut!!

The door swung open, the ruined lock cast aside. Daniel cringed back against the light from the street, a hand shielding his eyes.

There was a thud, a muffled cry, and Daniel opened his eyes to see that a man had been thrown down from the doorway, bound and gagged.

He didn’t hesitate, lunging and draining him immediately, without a second thought. He forced himself to break away just as the man’s heart stopped, breathing heavily. Then he turned to look up at Alexei, still standing in the doorway, haloed by the light from the street.

He wore thick clothing, something like wool, that covered him from neck to ankle, and wore a sharp-looking sword tucked into his belt.

Daniel just stared at him for a moment, his brain still trying to catch up. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, hoarse. “What are you, some kind of…” He didn’t even know. “Serial killer?” He’d heard about those.

Alexei raised a brow. “Not very creative, Daniel.”

He huffed a laugh, almost hysterically amused. “Well, what the fuck else am I supposed to think?”

Alexei cocked his head, looking a little disappointed. “Really? What could a mortal possibly want with a vampire, you wonder?”

Daniel recoiled, repulsed by the idea. “What? You mean to – to force me to turn you? I could kill you now,” he said, suddenly enraged. “Maybe I should!”

Alexei grinned, sharp and a little mean. “No, Daniel. I don’t want you to turn me. But that’s a fair guess. No, I have something far greater in mind. I needed to see if I could do it, first, if I could capture a vampire. I thought it best to start with one as weak as you.”

Daniel laughed, shaking his head. “Stupid even for a mortal. Weak? I could kill you in the blink of an eye.”

Alexei raised a brow. “And yet, you kneel on the floor before me, even now.”

He stood, then, and moved in a flash to grab Alexei by the jaw, to hold him up against the wall. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you now,” he hissed, close to the boy’s ear.

He smiled, slowly. “You wouldn’t be asking if you didn’t have a reason already, Daniel Molloy. You’re curious.”

Daniel dropped him, stepped back with a sharp inhale. He put a hand over his face. “Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, barely audible.

Alexei looked smug. “Very good, Daniel. You’ll stay here while I take away your garbage? Like a good boy?”

Daniel just stared at him, expression twisted in disgust.

Alexei walked past him, bent to grab the corpse and haul it up over his shoulder.

“All that stuff you said last night,” Daniel asked, unable to help himself. “Was any of it true?”

“Any of it?” Alexei asked, amused. “Most of it was true, Daniel. All of it, one way or another. I’m not a liar.”

He brushed past him, and Daniel let him go, instinct making him cringe away from the corpse draped over his shoulder. “Which parts weren’t true?”

He stopped, just by the door, and looked back at him, a strange expression on his face. “My name is not Alexei. My name is Armand. That’s the name they called me in the circus.”

Daniel absorbed this. He wasn’t sure why he cared. “So Armand is your circus persona, right. Who is Alexei?”

“Alexei is no one. Who is Daniel?”

Armand shut the door before Daniel could reply, leaving him again in darkness.

#THANKS RAY #ask game

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Ok, so I 'binged' the ghostbusters movies since the new one was coming out, and let me tell you-

THE AUTISM GEARS ARE TURNING,

HEAR ME OUT:

Ghostbusters + Prey [2017] crossover.

Ok, the PKE meter tracks "Psycho-kinetic energy," which (I'm guessing) is the brain energy that powers consciousness (but definitely), what gets left behind when we die (ghosts).

In Prey, you have the 'Psi energy pool' more often referred to as "psycho-active potential" and just 'mental resources' by science operators (droid). This 'Psi Energy' is the brain energy behind consciousness and is consumed when using the funkie powers you gain by installing the memory of how to do so directly into your cornea.

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PREY SPOILERS PAST THIS POINT.

ITS REALLY BEST EXPERIENCED BLIND,

AND HONESTLY, THIS IS NOT GONNA BE AS GOOD OF A READ WITHOUT THE CONTEXT.

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Ok, so my thought proscess is, if the two universes were blended together, then of course PKE and Psi would be the same stuff. But the typhon basically sort-of eat PKE by weaving it into the coral, so would they hunt ghosts?

Furthermore, if ghosts are just pure PKE, then what would a Nullwave do to them? If it's enough to knock out the use of any Psi power, would they just dissappear? Would they collapse into a pile of goo on the floor, or would they just turn invisible, lacking the strength to maintain a phisical form let alone interact with anything!

And what would psychoshock do to ghosts? Would you even be able target Psi powers on them?

And I've got a million questions like this- like what would the proton pack do to a typhon given the implication that they too are made (at least significantly) of Psi energy as well- bah!

I'm gonna be thinking about dancing toasters until I need to see a science operator for a brain refill!

#Ghostbusters #Prey 2017 #crack crossover #what even #id say I was going insane but its never the same thing #HA HAGH!

[spaceyflowerswriting]

hihi !! i hope you dont mind but can i request headcanons/drabble prompts with kim joongoo (lookism) ? like the gn!reader having a crush on him when he was in middle school (his age where he saved vasco) and him also having a crush on reader but isnt too obvious with it ^^ tysm! (feel free to ignore/delete this if you're uncomfy!!)

middle school!goo and reader

details: gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and goo are middle schoolers and neighbors

a/n: hello anon~ no worries, this request is fine !! but i wasnt given much about reader so i just vaguely wrote reader as a neighbor to goo, i hope thats okay T_T

i also wrote more than intended and feel like this was a messy oneshot instead of headcanons;; sorry, hopefully this still works for u!!

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> 15 or so year old goo, who was free as a bird and felt like he was on top of the world; there was never a fight he couldn't win and all he had his eyes on was money, which he had plenty of thanks to people always asking for his "beat 'em up" services

> and then he got a crush. he didn't acknowledge it for a while though because he really only regarded money and violence as his true loves but yet here you were pulling at his heart strings

> he was unashamedly shallow in starting his attraction because he thought you were good looking, but over time your personality charmed him and that's when he went, "oh, is this what a crush is?"

> was grossed out at the beginning lol like "ew this kind of stuff leads to marriage and all that weird ass adult stuff" which was something he didn't want to think about as a teen; he just wanted to enjoy his youth

> really did his best to just treat you as someone he kind of likes until he was bored watching tv one day as an ad for a romance movie played and he imagined you and him as the main characters

> instant cringe and panic. he began to admit he really did have a crush on you then, but still kept it on the low

> honestly you seemed like a good person and he didn't want to take your kindness for granted. so, he never bothered asking you out because he was actually worried about hurting you if it turned out he wasn't committed. plus, you two were just teens, and he's seen other teens around in their "dumb relationships" that last like 2 weeks and didn't want to deal with that

> for now he was content being your friend. occasionally spoiling you with the money he earned or often visiting your home (usually by breaking and entering your room through a window...) just meant you two were close friends and nothing more

> little did he know, your feelings were mutual! you simply couldn't resist the lovable grin and upbeat personality of the strangely charming boy next door

> the time you spent patching him up when he dropped by with small injuries, the time spent together vandalizing old buildings, him casually and randomly dropping over $500 for something you mentioned liking the other day...

> still, the two of you were just friends. sometimes things felt awkward and you wondered if he had a crush on you, too, but there was just no way with how he acted... right?

BONUS rushed cliche drabble of this scenario but fast forwarded to present time because my brain was on a roll for whatever reason :

Goo Kim was a man who only valued money and enjoyed the violence often needed to obtain it. And that was all he needed to feel satisfied. He never felt empty or lonely, but he did feel like he was missing something in his life. Not in a puzzle piece way because he knew he was complete, but more so an ingredient to make his life even better.

However, this was not something he needed to ponder about. He knew the answer was the neighbor he had as a friend growing up. It honestly confused him how such an ordinary person that happened to live next to his place then could affect him so much. Whatever it was about you that enticed him, he didn't care, he just knew he wanted it.

No, he needed the excitement you gave him; it was a different but similar thrill to the ones being surrounded in blood and riches gave him.

"It's a shame," he muttered aloud, strolling down the fairly empty street as the sun began to set. He really should've tried to find a way to keep in contact with you, but after meeting Gun and getting mixed in with Charles Choi's business, all he felt like he could do was leave with a goodbye. How could he even begin to explain to you what he was going to get involved in?

If only he could see you again. He was more mature now, as hard as that was to believe, and felt he could be the proper partner for you. Not to mention, the fact that he still thought about you to this day meant his feelings for you were more than just a "crush." The commitment and "gross" relationship stuff he didn't want to deal with as a middle schooler then, he was ready for now. Probably.

Goo sighed. Maybe you still lived in his old neighborhood? He hadn't visited it ever since he left, perhaps you still lived in the area. Later this week, he should--

"Goo...?"

Somehow, despite the years and the clear change in it, Goo recognized the voice. When he turned his head to the side, he saw a familiar face standing outside the convenience store nearby. A grin grew on his lips as he walked closer to the figure.

You were as lovely as he remembered.

"Today must be my lucky day," he thought, holding a hand out.

"Hey, it's you. It's been a while, but we should hang out just like we used to. Whaddya say?"

Seeing your eyes light up just at the sight of him still remembering you was enough of an answer to him. Explanations and confessions could come later, all he wanted now was some time with you.

#lookism x reader #goo kim x reader #goo kim #requests #i went so ham on this request 😭😭😭😭😭 #sorry if goo is ooc... i tried my best;; #i was trying to write 15 yr old him as immature but not That immature if that makes sense

[nobuverse]

Final thoughts on Olympus as a story segment in case anyone is interesting in such silly things as my opinions and tears on the story

Spoilers: I have minor issues but... It Good.

Gonna start off by saying I really had my reservations going in. A lot of it comes from the past experience of being told by a lot of people I knew years back that the original camelot singularity was amazing - and it turning out to be one of my least favorite singularities in the whole game ( tldr on that is that it was just too damn depressing without much room to breathe )

The Atlantis lostbelt? I liked it quite a bit throughout most of it; as I felt it hit that balance of light-heartedness and serious tones I was really missing from a lot of the other lostbelts. But I was also not a big fan of some of the final decisions they made ( such as Bartholomew's really abrupt disapearance and Charlotte's loss of memories ) that felt like they were just added in for extra artificial sadness

Olympus on the other hand? Was. Freaking. Awesome.

I think this lostbelt has single-handedly restored my passion for the game again. It's hard to put into words how wonderful the pacing was, honestly. Not only did it prevent itself from ever becoming so depressing that I wanted to shut off the game and stop playing, the constant excitement of fighting against impossible odds was so compelling I wanted to keep going, no matter what tragedy I faced along the way. ( Well, okay - I did have to take a small break at Musashi's sacrifice. That got to me. )

It also retroactively fixed a ton of issues I had with previous lostbelts ( such as giving Ophelia an amazing moment of putting the pieces of the puzzle together, making Holmes actually smart again with his arguments.... ).

And man. I just. Woodime. What an amazing character. I can hardly believe I used to hate him for being what I considered to be a Gary Sue of sorts. What a wonderful way to resolve an arc of someone we'd all believed to be so perfect up to this point.

I would love to talk specifics but I would be here analyzing it for literal hours

The only downside of this lostbelt to me was the beginning. Did not enjoy how they just brushed off your dealings with other lostbelts like 'oh but you've never dealt with an ACTUAL God tho'

Like i know the intention was to empathize how strong the gods in this world are but fuck you Anjura was totally a god??? That man could reset the entire planet ??? Excuse you ???

Its such a minor detail but it felt so mean-sprinted at the time

BUT

All that said.

Fantastic writing. Good Lostbelt. Brain goo. Heart broken. I'm gonna lay down and cry now

#its just basically me incomprehensibly ranting youve been warned #it was good tho. Really good. #lived up to the hype #very happy the current event was locked behind it ngl #otherwise idk if i would have had the courage to pick up the main story again #noble phantasm is charging ( ooc ) #fgo stuff #fgo main story commentary

[papermonkeyism]

For the new year, I wish I'll get to hang out with people again.

This past year has been, frankly, pretty miserable, specially since early summer-ish when my DnD group went on a months long break. Wasn't the first one, nor the last one, but definetely the worst one. Don't really have other friends locally, aside from one old school mate.

Honestly it's been pretty bad ever since the start of the pandemic when we stopped hanging out outside of DnD sessions and my fave coffee places closed down along with couple of my fave restaurants, and I just... Stopped having a social life, but now it's so much worse. As said, I have one (1) friend outside of the group I sometimes go shopping with, and one of my DnD buddies hangs out with me maybe once a week to borrow my laundry machine for couple hours, and they are probably the only reasons I haven't broken completely so far.

But neither of them are storytelling people the same way I am, so I'm kinda holding back when we hang out, as I can't really go all in with my special interests on them.

Downsides of being socially awkward introvert.

The summer break from roleplaying was a trigger for anxiety and maybe the worst creative block of my life so far. As someone who basically thinks with a sketchbook it was pretty fucking stressful not being able to draw anything for several months!

I crave creation and storytelling, but my brain is made of goo. Like imagine if someone came and asked you to pick a water from a pool and hand it to them? But it's liquid! Can I get a cup or something, but they just scoff. You got hands, right, just pick one up and hand it over. So I'm just left trying to scoop handfuls of wet and grabbing nothing. Kinda how it feels.

Started marathoning Crit Role to distract myself from the worst of it and to have at least some kind of creative energy in my life, and consumed what must be over half a thousand hours of role playing. At least that was fun!

And when nights started stretching and seasonal depression started to creep into my already not-doing-good brain I started my routine of evening walks because at some point I was legitimately going stir crazy enough to explode otherwise.

It's also been my first full year of joblessness in a long while. I was already having hard time by the end of last year, because my brain has difficulty handling full time jobs for long stretches of time, and ten months in a row not being able to recharge was starting to weight on me, so I had made a plan to get my brain sorted out with the ADHD diagnosis and hopefully medication before applying for jobs again, but turns out the process took the entire year, and then some, and I still don't have the meds yet. I have been given the thumbs up on them, but turns out me stressing for the better part of a year has triggered blood pressure problems (runs in my family, so honestly probably just a matter of time, but it's still very inconvenient to happen right now), so I have to sort that out first before it's safe to try stimulant medication.

And then there was the death in the family and a close friend's cancer diagnosis (fingers crossed!) and I just haven't had a great time, you know.

January's going to go into medical stuff in the hope of getting the ADHD meds, so maybe I could one day grab those thoughts again. The unemployment office is also pestering me again, so we'll see how that'll go.

I think I'll see if I can make myself a regular at the new cat cafe in town. Cats make everything better. Also looking forwards to actualizing a tattoo plan or two! Springtime is coming too, eager to continue my evening walk routine with returning sunlight. And I really, really, really need to create something again.

So here's for what I sincerely hope to be a better year than this past one! Cheers.

#shut up paper

[markrbit]

❛𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻‚ 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲❜ / BANG CHAN

🗯️; au inspired by big hero six! i absolutely adore that movie, and honestly would cast chris as tadashi T^T, but this is heavily self indulging, so i hope you enjoy :3 !!

🏷️; xdinary heroes (your bot fighting team), mentions of xdh, cursing, this is long buckle up, mention of changlix (?), SO MANY KPOP GROUPS (nmixx, twice), y/n IS SO DOWN BAD, mainly plot

<⚡️> what little event would the boys drag you out to now?

sure being the team’s extremely smart mechanic surely didn’t mean you had to fight, right?

gun-il, the teams leader, hesitated at first, as his own little sister AND smartest team member, who was extremely precious in his eyes could never ever destroy one of her own prized bots in these ‘cockfights’.

but of course, the others convinced him.

‘come on goo! she’s a smart gal, i think she would fight well, end our loosing streak against the…kids.’

the youngest, jooyeon exclaimed, half expecting the leader to shut him down.

at this you pushed your rolling chair away from the desk, perking your glasses down with a disgusted look.

‘you are not dragging me to destroy my precious work! i may fix your guys’s stuff, but that doesn’t mean i wanna do illegal shit with you guys…’

with this jooyeon sighed, cursing under his breath and walking away from the situation.

gun-il walked up beside you, a bit of a stern expression.

‘maybe you could just come to one? the boys would stop pestering you…’

and thats how you ended up in a neon painted alleyway at 2 am.

the lights almost blinded you, thank god your glasses turn into sunglasses.

the different groups were represented by colors, each using spray paint or colored smoke to get that across as they entered.

first came the group of girls who went to your school, represented by purple, they were named ‘NMIXX’.

the use of junk scraps really helped them.

only to be pushed out by the color pink, which called themselves ‘TWICE’.

another group of more experienced bot fighters, all ladies too.

the mc of the fight was none other than the leader of TWICE, her name was jihyo.

‘and that does it for the mixed up parts of NMIXX, now ladies shake hands~’

the representatives shook, the purple clad looking exceptionally pissed as the blonde haired girl stuck her tongue out in response.

the next team was well known, maybe even better than TWICE.

the rivals of your own team, known around as ‘the kids.’

or at least jooyeon calls them that.

the entrance was loud, called out by a thunderous sounding guy, who had a smaller petite boy attached to his side. followed by six other men, they were represented in black.

‘they are, THE STRAY KIDS!’

and the boys on your side scowled in return.

your team represented by red, came out second, and you felt exceptionally small compared to the rest of them.

as the teams got together, smack talk was indeed exchanged.

‘heres the copy cats eh?’

the first to speak was a grey haired boy from stray kids.

gun-il immediately backfired.

don’t pull jun into this, he’s shy.’

‘aw but being shy isn’t an excuse-‘

then, a black clad man with a mask on broke the two up.

‘let’s not get personal, yeah? people have the same names…’

he sternly looked at his own teammate, and apologized to gun-il.

‘sorry mate, he gets really competitive.’

both you and gun-il were taken aback.

this man was kind, very opposite to the team aesthetic, working with high class tech industries to make sure they win every fight.

‘lets have a fair match, may the best team win.’

the masked leader shook hands with your brother, flashing his brown eyes at you, then turned around to take places.

the sight of his eyes made your heart flutter.

the fighters were seungmin (affectionately called o.de) and the cocky dude from before, jisung.

you could hear the leader growling orders, and it almost tickled your brain.

how would it feel to be barked at by him.

maybe it did turn you on, something about his aura was indulgent, almost like a succubus calling you into the depths.

it hindered your ability to think of a good strategy.

the next round came along, jisung snagging the win from o.de.

he dejectedly handed the controller over.

‘just don’t screw it up y/n.’

it sounded harsh, but it came down to a pot of a good amount of money.

it came down to you and a man called lee felix fighting.

he was the petite boy with the loud man earlier.

he shook your hand, small paw engulfed by yours.

‘lets fight fair!’

the match ended with a hero victory, and it moved on to the final.

‘alright.’ the co-captain jungsu chided.

‘in order to keep winning, no offense o.de, but y/n needs to get out there.’

o.de brushed it off, patting you on the back.

‘good luck, make your brother proud.’

meanwhile on the other team, tension was high.

‘hyung! they were so good out there, xdinary heroes never wins, they have a new member.’

the leader didn’t even watch his own team fight.

‘i’m surprised you lost lixie, i’ll go out for the tie breaker round, yeah?’

a few of them nodded, happy their leader would represent.

and so it began.

the small yet agile bot called, ‘OVERLOAD’ would be going against the bulky bot entitled, ‘FIVE STAR.’

jihyo smirked and commanded the fight.

‘fighters ready? begin!’

and the match begun.

you could see the leader biting his lip in frustration, brow furrowed with intension.

his name, which now you know is bang chan was called out, alongside yours.

he glanced and licked his lips, then focusing on the match before him.

you could feel the teasing energy, caught off guard by any movement his plump lips made.

at this, ‘OVERLOAD’ was shattered to pieces by ‘FIVE STAR.’

a victory for the enemy.

at this the small alleyway cheered, the members of stray kids happily hugging their leader, and you and your boys could do was stare in disbelief.

you felt almost embarrassed, being caught off guard by such a beautiful man, having to fight the god like specimen, only to be knocked down by his good looks.

it’s like he knew you were whipped for him.

‘oi! y/n right?’ chan ran over, handing you some red streamers.

you tilted your head, butterflies arising in your tummy.

‘t-thats me!’ you managed to smile, pushing your glasses up with a soft sigh.

the leader smirked, almost finding you quite tiny in this moment.

‘you did great out there, you have a lot of potential.’

you blush, taken aback at the compliment.

‘a-ah! no really it’s my first time fighting, but i did all the engineering myself.’

‘i see, nobody ever beats felix out there, you have great talent. you should join us.’

you froze.

would you abandon your brother and his goons for some good eye candy in a heartbeat? yes, but, did you have the guts to do it? nope.

‘thank you for the invite, but, i wanna stay with them, i think they need me more than you.’

with this chan chuckles, nodding his head in understanding.

‘i get that, but, i really wanna get to know you better.’

you full on blushed now, cheeks heated.

‘y-you do?’

with this chan nodded, taking your hand in his.

‘the way you looked when you fought, so determined, it was, kinda attractive.’

he managed to say, chuckling softly at his own bluntness.

your mouth almost dropped to the floor.

‘i may or may not have distracted you on purpose.’

‘i knew those lip bites were just a distraction!’

you playfully smacked his shoulder with a grin, blush still adorning your face.

‘so what do you say darling? can i get to know you?’

with this you softly walked up, on your tippy toes, and gently pressed a soft kiss into his cheek.

‘yes, of course.’

(PART 2?) / idk if this is good T-T

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #skz x you #bang chan #christopher bang #chan stray kids #xdinary heroes #skz au #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x you #skz scenarios #goo gunil #Spotify

[autisticlancemcclain]

The first time Hunk saw it, he barely even registered it. The second time, he squinted a little, but let it slide. The third time, he paused, noting the pattern but unsure what to make of it. The fourth time, he sat in bewildered silence and wondered if he should ask about it.

The fifth time, he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

Pushing his food around on his plate, feigning an air of nonchalance, he turned to Keith.

“Hey, buddy,” he started. “I’ve noticed the, uh —” he gestured with his spork to Keith’s torso area — “wardrobe change. Any particular reason you’re making the change to DIY muscle tees? Not that I don’t love it. You look great, honest. Just, uh, curious.”

Keith barely glances up, and continues shovelling goo down his throat. He unfortunately does not pause to answer, making Allura sigh and Hunk wrinkle his nose.

“Oh, I cut off all my sleeves.”

Luckily, Pidge speaks up, because Hunk is honestly not sure what he’s supposed to say to that.

“…Why? Did you do that?”

“Lance isn’t here.”

“…Okay. We’re not getting an answer from you, I guess.”

This makes Keith pause, blinking slowly at Pidge.

“I… just… answered… you?”

“What does Lance’s absense have to do with your cut-up shirt?” Allura translates.

“He’s not here to stop me,” Keith says simply, as if that is a normal and logical thing to think or say.

“Okay, but Lance is also not here to stop me, and my sleeves have remained on my shirt,” Hunk says.

Keith shrugs. “I dunno what to tell you. I woke up, decided sleeves were Not The Vibe, so I cut them off. Last time I had that particular impulse, Lance woke up and knew, somehow — I think he’s connected to my brain through Red, or something —so he just suggested I don’t wear a shirt. He’s not here, though, and I forgot I could do that until later so off went the sleeves.”

“… I think we should maybe send you on all missions with Lance, from now on. If he’s that great of an influence on you, then it might be necessary. Hell, if he’s gone much longer you might try to see if you can juggle knives or something,” Hunk jokes.

Pidge elbows him in the side. “Don’t give him ideas, doofus —”

“Oh, I tried that yesterday!” Keith interrupts excitedly. “I can juggle three at once so far, but my goal is five.”

“…Yeah, no more separate missions for you two. I think I’ll just Velcro you together for my own piece of mind.”

based on this iconic tumblr post

#vld #voltron #klance #established klance #lance is keith’s impulse control #keith #keith kogane #hunk #hunk garrett #pidge #pidge holt #allura #post s3 #fluff and humour #just some banter :) #my writing #fic fragment #OH ALSO #buff keith