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superblysubpar · 11 days ago

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vampire!eddie munson x somekindofslayer!you / partner!steve

2,653 words

warnings: other than kind of like, illusions to some spicy things/slight implications of dubcon, not much in this little snippet | vampire things? Idk how to tag that ya'll? like weapons, blood imagery, etc? | oh also I think modern AU but also like ST things happened but also like the party is all in the modern AU except Eddie? Idk I haven't decided, don't think too hard about it

A/N: okay, so this is a little snippet of something I started *last* October and I lost the will and love to write and I've been returning to it frequently and I think I'll be posting the full thing soonish. I hope you enjoy it (and yes, I'm cheating and counting this as 3 days)

a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event

It feels wrong.

There’s no better way to describe the feeling that weighs heavy on your shoulders and pricks at the back of your neck as you weave in and out of the too loud crowd.

Spilled beer and red plastic cups at your feet further marking up and ruining what you’re sure was once beautiful wood floors. Spray painted images and words foul and rude against walls with chipped paint and frayed wallpaper that hold a history people have forgotten too quickly.

Your fingers glide over the banister, the tipped cup to your lips flashing red in the dingy mirror on the grand father clock as you ascend the stairs.

The celebration below softens to a dull murmur of a crowd, the low rumble of bass as you take the last step and your lungs deflate with an exhaled breath of relief. Each door you pass is open, revealing dust and cobwebbed covered furniture and art, rooms frozen in time as the world around it kept going. You were surprised to find that none of the pop culture clad couple’s costumes had made their way upstairs this evening to make use of the more private rooms.

Perhaps there were still some things here that people didn’t want to disturb.

The claims that this home held ghosts, made you see things, the history of what once happened in this town, hadn’t dissuaded the night from happening as you had hoped. The possibility of all the sinister and spooky things the home brought only served to be fuel for a Halloween night party and practically dared the teens to host it there.

Which is probably exactly what he wanted.

Your hand discards the now empty solo cup on a dark wood buffet, finger leaving a clean swipe to it’s surface as you tilt your head to listen for anything out of the ordinary while the heels of your boots slow, then stop in front of the only closed door on this level.

The knob of the door twists easily underneath your palm, and as the door creaks open, soft light flickers above from a room you can’t quite yet see. With a deep breath, you close the door behind yourself as quietly as you can, the noise of the party now almost nonexistent. The only clue to it the vibrations from below your soles as you carefully start the climb of this second staircase.

While equally stuck in the past, this attic is littered with frequent use.

Recent too.

Candle’s wicks flicker around the room, all of various heights with melted wax now solidified in drips down their sides, which tells you they’ve just been lit, but not for the first time ever.

There’s a dark line in the slat flooring, like it’s been ripped in half and then clumsily pushed and glued back together. Something inside jars glint in the moonlight shining in from the small window on the opposite side of the room.

“Nice costume,” a deep voice from the shadows calls. A flick of a zippo sounds before the flame sparks, illuminating a figure leaning against the wall. Broad shoulders long hair falls against and a cigarette dangling between plush lips just made out in its glow as he lights it. The metal clicks together, returning him to the darkness. The end of the cigarette burns red at his side as a puff of smoke floats into the air with his words, “Buffy, right?”

Your throat feels dry as you risk a glance down at the costume, as if you need to remind yourself what you’re wearing. Little black dress, emphasis on the little. Your tits shoved up and out with a cross hanging heavy between them and little left to the imagination between the short hem just covering your ass and the tall knee high boots.

“You’re just missing one thing, vampire slayer,” his voice makes you jump, an instinctual step back only to find you’re up against the banister and he’s right in front of you now.

He hadn’t made a single sound.

“Yeah?” Your voice betrays you, cracking as the weight of something inside of your boot scolds you for not having it out and ready as he leans in, eyes on the cross on your neck as you try to sound more confident than you are, “What’s that…sorry I didn’t catch your name? And who are you supposed to be?”

In a flash, he’s across the room, twirling something between his fingers you can’t quite see as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and paces.

“Wow, you don’t recognize me?” The chains against his jeans click as he spins with a dramatic sigh, “It’s okay, I wouldn’t remember me either.”

His leather and denim clad shoulders rise then fall in a shrug, the devil on his chest pulled tight as he stretches his arms out as if to say “ta-da”, and his tone sounds like he’s doing just that when he says:

“I’m Eddie Munson. The guy who made this place famous.”

Your heart thuds in your ears, tongue suddenly taking up too much space in your mouth as your stomach clenches.

“Yeah? That your name or your costume’s?”

“Oh,” he laughs, “Think you already know the answer to that.”

He whistles to get your attention when you look down, now acutely aware of the empty space between your calf and boot.

He waves the wood stake in the air, teeth gleaming white in his smile that brings a dimple out you can see all the way across the room.

“Looking for this, princess?”

“I’m not a vampire slayer, Mr. Munson,” you start, fingers behind your back working at the discrete silver bracelet on your wrist.

Eddie’s lips purse, amused as he leans against the windowsill, completely at ease as he watches you take a cautious step forward then another.

He grins at you when you take a third step and nods his head, encouraging you, “That’s it. Get closer. Promise I won’t bite…” he winks, “ ‘Less you want me to, of course.”

“Lotta girls take you up on that offer Mr. Munson? That what you were hoping for tonight?”

His smile grows wider, his tongue pokes at a canine that’s suddenly grown longer.

“First of all, Mr. Munson is my uncle, please,” he sticks his hand out now that you’re close enough, like he intends to shake yours, “It’s Eddie. And second, you vampire slayers…” he sighs, “Always all business, never any fun, huh?”

“Right, Eddie,” you concede, whispering, now close enough that you know he could easily do what’s in his nature. “And I thought I told you, I’m not a vampire slayer.”

His eyes flash when your hand wraps around his in a firm shake. His adam’s apple bobs with a large swallow as you take a step even closer, body between his spread legs, your neck and chest right where he’d want it. Eddie’s eyes are tinged with red, but he starts to pull away, breathing heavily.

Your eyes are on your hands still locked, and your entire body warms, heartbeat racing as his thumb swipes over the back of yours and his eyelashes flutter when you moan at the tingle the contact of his skin leaves against yours. Like the good kind of heat from a bonfire, any closer and it’ll start to burn, and any further away you’d be too cold.

Static crackles in your ear, “Um…whatcha doing, killer?”

Eddie looks directly at your left earlobe at the sound, and it all snaps you back to attention. Your silver bracelet in your other hand quickly locks around his wrist in your grasp.

Eddie blinks at you, each drop and lift of his eyelids growing heavier by the milliseconds as his hand slips from yours.

“Fuck,” he laughs, like he’s a little tipsy, head knocking against the window behind him as he looks at you from under his lashes, smiling. “You got me, slayer.”

“Not,” you swallow, taking a larger step away from him while trying to fight the urge to take off the bracelet subduing him, “Not a vampire slayer.”

He hums, rolls his eyes like he doesn’t believe you as footsteps creak loudly on the stairs behind you and your partner’s winded breath calls out your name.

“You smell good,” Eddie mumbles as you pull him to his feet and sling his arm over your shoulder, his head falling into the crook of your neck makes your entire body freeze.

His nose drags along your pulse, his lips follow, and a chill races down your spine, skin on fire where he’s pressed against it and you have to stop your teeth from biting on your bottom lip too hard or you’ll draw blood and who knows what’ll happen then. Maybe he’d lick it off your chin, maybe he’d-

“Did I just witness what I think I just witnessed? Were you gonna let him-”

“Don’t,” you gasp as Eddie sighs against your throat. “Not another word, Harrington.”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you wide eyed and with his mouth hanging open as you shove Eddie’s weight to him and right yourself, fixing the hem of your dress and yanking your stake off of the ground. Doesn’t say anything while you check around corners and you pretend to be three drunk idiots stumbling to a car in case any one sees. Doesn’t say anything until Eddie’s passed out in the backseat and you’re looking in the rearview for the third time in less minutes, wheels spinning against wet black top and taking you past the: “Now Leaving Hawkins!” sign.

“What the fuck-“ he starts to hiss.

“I don’t know. Just…don’t. Okay? He touched me and…and…” your heart starts thudding harder. “I choked or something. It happens to the best of us.”

Steve licks his lip before it prods at his cheek as you grip the steering wheel tighter and he looks over his shoulder.

“Compulsion?”

“Maybe?” You shrug, though not believing it one bit.

“Imprin-“

“Don’t. That’s a myth.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds and then Steve’s lips twitch.

“Horny?”

He laughs when you groan and swat at his chest. “Shut up. You’re such an asshole.”

Steve snorts, looking out the window, mumbling, “That wasn’t a no.”

You flick his eyebrow that time.

“If that is the case, I mean, there are plenty of us who’d love to help you out. You don’t gotta stoop to being sucked on by vamps if you’re feeling-“

“You want me to use the stake on him?”

The car swerves at the sound of his voice, your heartbeat in your ears as you return to the correct lane safely and see Eddie sitting up in the backseat in your mirror.

“Fucking Christ,” Steve gasps, holding his chest and facing the back now.

Eddie visibly winces at the use of the name and Steve perks up.

“Woah. That’s real?” He leans forward, eyebrows raised, “Christ, Christ, Christ, Chri-“

Eddie’s fangs sharpen and descend and he starts to growl low from his chest, eyes flashing red. Steve’s lips twitch but he raises his hands in surrender when you hiss for him to knock it off.

“Of course,” he looks at you then the backseat, “I’ll stop bothering your little toy, honey.”

Your gaze slices over to him as Steve holds his silver stake over his chest, keeping his back to the dash and eyes on the now alert vampire in your backseat.

Eddie lifts his wrist up, “What the hell is this?”

Steve smiles. “That, is a Henderson original. Powerful enough to subdue even the strongest of ghouls, goblins, vamps and any other weird ass creatures we come across - quickly and temporarily in case of emergency. A smaller version of his version of that trap thingy and that gun thingy,” he snaps his fingers and looks at you, “What are they again? In Ghostbusters?”

“The Proton Pack”, you say as Eddie asks at the same time,

“The Super Slammer Muon Trap?”

Eddie clears his throat, adjusts himself in the back seat while rubbing his neck and your eyes return to the road after making eye contact in the mirror again.

“You, uh, you like Ghostbusters?” He fiddles with the rings on his fingers.

Steve’s lips twitch when you grumble to yourself though you know they both can hear it, “Of course I like Ghostbusters, what am I, a moron?” You frown as you sarcastically add on, “And nobody’s impressed by your use of the name of the trap from the video game. It’s just a ghost trap.”

It’s like you feel his laugh inside your own chest. Warm and flowing over you like sunshine on your face after a really long, gloomy day. You tilt your head into it, eyelashes fluttering.

“Yeaah,” Steve draws out the word, clears his throat. “Those. Cause she couldn’t really go in with the big, real deal. Good thing it worked on you though, fast, too. Hepburn here was about to willingly be your human juicebox.”

“I was not-“

“Hepburn?” Eddie asks as you start to protest something you’re not even sure you can. “Is that your name, slayer?”

“Not a slayer,” you clarify again.

“And that didn’t answer my question,” Eddie raises his eyebrows in the mirror, gaze on the back of your ear, your throat. If you couldn’t glance up and see where he was looking you were sure you’d be able to feel the heat of his stare anyways.

Warmth prickles at your skin, and goosebumps rise to the surface in a trail from your ear, down your throat, across your collarbone as you imagine his mouth following that same-

“Can we,” Eddie clears his throat, he pulls at his collar, “Can we open a window or something?”

“Did you…” your breath comes sharper, words caught in your throat before you can ask him anything about the sensation on your skin. You grip the steering wheel tighter when images of his mouth moving lower break up the two lane highway in flashes.

Steve’s lips twitch when your body shivers, and you beg through gritted teeth, “Steve. Put a second bracelet on him.”

“I’m not…I’m not doing, it’s you…I won’t hurt…” Eddie puts his head between his legs and groans, like he’s in the worst pain of his life, or like he’s in the best-

“Fucking hell. Sweetheart, relax. Your pulse is…”

Steve’s lips part as your head hits the back of the seat, your neck extended as your mouth falls open and your leg flexes when you swear you feel a prick on your neck and you whine.

The bright yellow lights of a familiar restaurant break up the dark sky and road and your speedometer drops quickly from the 90 it had climbed to as you signal your exit despite no cars being around, whipping the car onto the exit ramp.

“What are you…” Steve starts, stopping when Eddie sits up again and pokes at his teeth with his tongue, wincing as he grips the edge of the seat.

“Steve? That’s your name?” He gasps, blinking rapidly, “Put the second bracelet on me, man.”

The car slams to a stop in front of the Waffle House and you toss the burner that had been in the cupholder to Steve.

“Call Hop. Tell him he needs to send someone else to drive him or pick me up. Now.”

When you step out of the car and the cool Autumn air does nothing to soothe your skin that’s slick with sweat, you slam the driver’s door. The minute it closes, it’s like a switch is flipped and when you look in the backseat, Eddie’s shoulders visibly relax at the same time yours do.

Steve’s mouth moves, and you can’t hear it, but you know he said exactly what you’re thinking.

What in the actual fuck just happened?

thank you for the original request for "ghosts" with eddie - I know it's not *technically* about ghosts and the creel house is just barely a part of this, but I promise Jason and Eddie/reader/Jason things will be a theme in the full story

#superbly subpar's writing #trick or treat freaks 💛#eddie munson #vampire!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things fanfic

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casp1an-sea · 8 months ago

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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tell more about this new streamer au u've mentioned bc im very interested

So it starts with an game

You can vc and shit this game too and it was very very popular. You could choose whether to be a normie or an outcast, there were several jobs that one can take and quests with challenges.

Overall a really fun game bc you can either play with friends and build a land with them or play solo and try to complete everything

Think of uh, genshin! But you can customize and level up your character + it being constantly multi-player unless you go to your own private land that you can buy or get from quests

you can also unlock elusive powers as an outcast if you complete certain quests as well.

It was called, Jericho Online bc I can't think of a better name rn 😅

So it starts with Pugsley who starts badgering to thirteen year old Wednesday to join him in playing the game

Wednesday joins begrudingly, tired of all his incessant whining and also because the words of player killing caught her attention

Enid, whos been playing with pugsley is interested immedietely when the two log in. Going !? And circling the newcomer

Wednesday immedietely plays chase and that's the start of a new friendship, with Enid going !?!!!! And Wednesday pulling out her starter knife bc she's supposed to kill this monster

Enid's character is obviously a werewolf, one of the most famous race type in Jericho but there's a catch

Due to high demand, the devs has given a roll of chance to anyone who plays this race. Bc of this you could be an alpha, beta or cursed

Alpha's usually have a better chance to land a critical hit (aka better crit rate in their base form)

Beta is normal, your stats don't change.

Cursed are left unable to shift, which is an ability that all werewolves have where their crit dmg and crit rate is multiplied by two during full moons (which actually follows the irl moon cycle and there are usually combat events/bosses around then who drop really good loot)

This ability is really really good when you have the right artifacts and is part of the reason why so much people choose werewolves

Enid unfortunately, is a cursed and so she sulks with her amazing artifacts with the knowledge that it could be better if she just shifts

Continuing! Wednesday chose to be a psychic and ends up with the sub ability to summon ink creatures at her will. Aka be a beast tamer of some sort

The catch is, she has to kill the creature and subdue it first before she can acquire them into her slots. She is only allowed five creatures in battle so she has to choose carefully aswell

Being a beast tamer is pretty fun but it's lowkey like playing Pokémon so not alot of people liked to use it

Anyways abilities over

Wenclair plus pugsley go have fun, they start raiding dungeons, doing quests together until pugsley drops out from uninterest like a few months in

Enid understands, Wednesday doesn't care and so Wenclair continue their journey of beating absolute ass in this game because wednesday is competitive and Enid is happy to be there

They grind for the absolute best of artifacts and spend so much time on better weapons, it's almost like they're addicted

And honestly? Wednesday was having fun. There was a joy in being able to calculate how well you can do if you wear this goblet that raises your elemental dmg or if you lvl up this skill to a certain lvl you can beat absolutely everyone

(and maybe, planting lil carrots infront of Enid's house isnt so bad)

Enid while competitive, was having fun decorating her lil land far from Jericho. It was like a lil hobbit hole, with greens and vines and dim lighting because wednesday can never stand the bright lights that were originally hung up and vehemently refused to visit if they were there

"you're like a vampire!" Enid says in the in game comm

Wednesday tsks "a vampire who isn't afraid to pk you, Sinclair."

"you're so mean Willa," sinclair, Enid's username, whines.

Willa, Wednesday's own in game username, just hurls her dagger at the sulking blond.

"Wha- HEY!"

So they play and play and omy?

They get married?

Interesting, so it seems that in the second year anniversary of Jericho (when Wenclair are fourteen) the devs decided to have a lil romance for the lonely people and give the ability to marry

Why are Wenclair married? Well, obviously for the benefits. You get 3x the xp when doing quests, challenges and missions together, not to mention that the probability of getting better artifacts and quality quests skyrocket by 5 percent

Like sure you have to share land and divorcing means losing half your gold but it's fine!!

It's with the status of married does Wenclair stumble across a secret quest

The tale of Crackstone

By the third year (Wenclair are now 15) of playing and finishing of the tale, Enid's status as cursed shifts to bludhound.

They celebrate, theyre having fun and theyre practically a married couple. Wednesday insists to go to a dungeon and Enid wants to do a world quest instead

The two settle these disputes with any challenges. They're kids, theyre having fun and if Wednesday looks forward to spending time with Sinclair so much that she bought a pc for herself then that's for her to know.

It's been three years and theyre practically inseparable! The two playing everyday just to spend as much as time together

Until Enid mentions that she won't be so active in a few days.

Why? Willa asks in chat. Are you getting kidnapped?

Course not!! Sinclair replies. Why do you always think I'm being kidnaped??

^n E ways imma be movin so I'll be bz :( can't play much bc we Goin out a state

Wednesday pauses then she squints, there's a feeling in her gut.

Ok, is willa's simple answer. Get online when you come back, we still need to investigate Crackstone's crypt.

Kk! Sinclair cheerily replies. Bye bye Willa, cya in a few dayyysssss

Sinclair has logged out the world.

Wednesday tilts her head a tad and there's a crease on her brow as she sits in her chair. She continues playing, making sure to check over the crops one more time before turning in for the night.

Crackstone's crypt is left uninvestigated for years

Sinclair inbox: 99+ unread messages!

#Wenclair #jericho online au

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rpersearch · 9 months ago

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Looking for OC x OC fandomless and OC x CC fandom roleplays!

About me

27, transmasc (he/they pronouns please)

can and will degen on main

will send bullshit your way constantly (ideas, memes, tumblr posts, etc)

too much time and creative energy

writes 300-600 words usually, prefers not to write more

likes getting posts every day (if you can't post every day that's okay, but if you don't talk to me OOC I will get bored)

degen with me or I'm out

EST, available 7am-11pm most days with a few hours in there that I can't write

writes AFAB OCs (fem, transmasc, enby) against cis males & AMAB enbies

doubles!! just ask about it!!

will generally consider playing most character concepts and canon characters

You

18+ (pref 20+)

writes 300+ words

talks, preferrably a lot (dry texters gtfo)

writes AMAB men or enbies (or doubles as them)

Fandomless Things

faeries! vampires! werewolves! magic! custom lore probably lol

age gaps?? (15 years tops, with the younger character at least 20 and no interaction prior to adulthood)

high fantasy world building??

i have like six plot bunnies just sitting around

soulmates??

omegaverse if I like you

Fandoms (all fandomless things can be incorporated here too!!)

OC x CC (I'm not interested in CC x CC sorry lol, MIGHT do OC x OC maybe)

nomagic & fantasy au's & canon-divergent!!

multiple wanted love interests for each!

Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Solo-Leveling, Haikyuu, Irregular at Magic High, Final Fantasy XIV (AU's only), assorted others

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inf1nyxw0rlds · 6 months ago

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idols lore because i want to YAP. my idols au doesn't follow the narrative of the story by sonic channel, it's a separate thing wherein they actually are just musicians (with different backstories as a result but the same themes).

infinite was originally the lead singer in a band with his friends. they weren't super well-known but had a dedicated, passionate fanbase, who loved in particular the energy that he would bring to the stage; his presence was always lively and authentic and engaging, and he clearly adored what he did.

shadow was a solo artist, and a really good one. he was incredibly popular, though this came with equal cons, the main being toxicity among his fans. he doesn't tend to address it, but he finds it offputting, and unlike infinite, while his vocals are amazing, his presence is incredibly stoic and rigid, as he wants to be taken seriously and struggles to embrace that kind of attitude.

they didn't want to team up, but shadow's manager, eggman, insisted upon it as a means of increasing shadow's popularity further with a new gimmick. infinite was offered a large sum for agreeing and an impressive ongoing salary, and despite not wanting to give up his band and integrity by selling out, his band urges him to take the deal so that he can build a better life for himself and get his name out there. eggman also did threaten him with scandal and public ruin should he refuse, so it's really the wisest decision.

shadow is not happy about this arrangement, either, but there's little he can do about it. eggman briefs him on infinite, and he has no idea who he is. he does some research, and is put off by his attitude, but figures he'll do his best to give the guy a chance, at least. if it doesn't work out, perhaps he can convince eggman to break the contract.

infinite does know who shadow is, but only because he's so popular; it's a surface level awareness. he doesn't think highly of him beyond his vocals, which he does envy, but he thinks shadow still lacks passion despite his voice being powerful, and dislikes that he seems full of himself. shadow also, to him, had fame handed to him through eggman, which he looks down upon.

when they first meet, it doesn't go well. their lack of understanding already predisposes them to negative assumptions, and a few insults is all it takes to turn the crack between them into a chasm. one of these remarks is one that prompts infinite to adorn a mask as part if his new getup.

the characters they play on stage, as well as in music videos, are a vampire (shadow) and a vampire hunter (infinite); i wanted them to have a more cohesive theme and i also just hate that fuckass royal military outfit they put infinite in, i'm a hater and it sucks. working on his ref and might tweak shadow's costume a lil too, but for now you're gonna have to imagine it. big, long jacket that reaches his calves, singed and torn at the bottom, black pants, stompy boots, belts holding cloves of garlic. he has holy water and a stake inside his jacket and another in a holster on his thigh though i may switch that for his sword because i forgot it was a thing. the mask cuts off to expose his mouth and has serated edges, mimicking teeth, so he can sing clearly. he also wears a lot of necklaces, in mixed lengths. one of them has a pendant that mimics the ruby and another is a large silver cross, which he discards as part of his characters arc – more on that coming. his hair is a mix of decorated locs and braids.

the music they make together and the narrative of their characters is essentially directly parallel to their OWN arcs. the songs start out very violent and hateful and angry, and the screenplay in the videos reflects it. the vampire and the hunter are enemies, out to kill each other. as they themselves hate each other, it's not too difficult to play the roles, and this form of perfomance proves easier for shadow as they can do as many takes necessary to perfect it. shadow is absolutely adamant their work be perfect, setting near impossible standards for the both of them, which is another point of contention. infinite struggling with perfectionism also enables him, and they argue frequently about the other messing things up.

as i mentioned before, one of the things shadow hates is infinite's attitude during live shows. he feels that people are taking them less seriously because of infinite's looser persona on stage, dancing around, being rowdy, and engaging with their fans while he stands stiffly. when infinite tries to rope him into it one night despite their mutual dislike, having fun and getting carried away in the moment, shadow freezes up and in spite of having minimal response, is convinced it ruined the whole show. he's mad at himself for his inability to do something so simple, and mad at infinite for pulling him into his stupid embarrassing crap and madder still that infinite can do something that he can't, something he'd like to do if he could only let himself. he envies his authenticity. he explodes in the dressing room, and the rift widens. infinite stops dancing. he stops smiling.

things continue to suck. infinite is miserable and shadow is faring no better. he should be happier now that infinite has stopped all the bullshit. he doesn't even talk to shadow anymore, beyond clipped hellos, farewells, and even those are uncommon; he tends to not even bother with greeting him, and leaves without a word after rehearsals or concerts. the fans have also noticed the shift, and eggman halts further performances in light of rumors and bad press.

shadow scrolls through old videos and pictures of infinite during his days with his old band. no mask, smiling, eyes burning with passion. happy. he doesn't feel well. when did he even last see infinite smile? that night? before shadow yelled at him? no, it was infinite's fault for trying that shit, he had it coming. he had looked so earnest. shadow closes his laptop.

with no scheduled performances and production on their upcoming video coming to an end, they see each other less. that, too, should be a good thing. they've never really gotten to know each other. he doesn't even know where infinite lives. eggman urges them both to make up, and in spite of his pride, shadow decides to try. nothing productive can be done like this. it's not because he feels bad. it's still infinite's fault.

so like, they talk. or, argue, then talk. a lot of the specifics here are kind of vague, but their relationship does start to get better slowly. they start having short conversations. a little banter. their work improves and their stage dynamic returns to it's former normal. shadow still envies him, silently, unaware that infinite envies him, for other reasons. they're still kind of jerks, but tolerate each other and start to bond. shadow finds he prefers infinite's smile to his frown. it's hard to tell what he's thinking behind the mask, and he curses himself for being the reason infinite wears it. infinite likes shadow's smile, too. it's a rare sight, and being able to draw one out gives him a feeling of pride... and elicits a weird feeling he pointedly ignores.

lines start to blur as they open up. little, not often; but they're becoming a bit more vulnerable. infinite admits, begrudgingly, that he envies shadow's vocal skill, and shadow admits he still doesn't think he's good enough. shadow admits he envies infinite's authenticity, and infinite admits that he's the least authentic person out there outside of his music.

they celebrate the release of the final song in their first album, and arc two begins.

for their next set of songs, they want to do something different, and eggman shares this desire. at this point, infinite is having a lot of feelings, and he channels them into a private song, unholy. it's literally about how he's falling in love with shadow, but when shadow finds out (either through seeing the lyrics, or actually hearing him singing it after hours at their practice venue when he thinks that he's alone), he says it's about queer love and nothing more.

shadow tells him, honestly, that it's good, and suggests they actually include it in their next releases. despite his internal conflict, infinite agrees. the next arc is literally enemies to lovers between their characters, as per eggman's suggestion that leaves little room for argument, bouncing off the themes in unholy to create a toxic forbidden yaoi narrative. and when it comes to the music video choreography... things get interesting.

homoerotic fights is one thing, but unholy calls for a climatic kiss scene, and infinite in particular is losing his mind. shadow, noticing his discomfort, says he can try and convince eggman to cut it out, but infinite refuses to compromise their work, insisting that it's fine despite having an emotional breakdown because he does want to kiss shadow, and that's the problem.

shadow is less aware of his developing feelings at this stage, hence he's handling it better and able to view it as simply business with a coworker. to help infinite become more comfortable, he suggests they begin practicing privately, without the critical eye of the director and other onlookers, away from the camera lenses. infinite goes along with it, unsure if kissing shadow in private is really going to ease his nerves or make them worse.

so they practice and it's awkward at first but. they become more comfortable with it after a few sessions. and if those sessions start to last a little longer, who's keeping track? shadow brings up an idea he had about including a bite as a means of symbolism, that his character, even if he loves infinite's, is still a vampire, and it's his nature. he says they can edit the blood, of course. infinite tells him to go for it; it'll be more impactful if it's raw and unedited. also they're fucking weird.

they begin to experiment with the kiss, with body language, and it's at this point shadow is... getting carried away. as in, this is fun. he actively enjoys kissing infinite. he refuses to unpack it, though, until he takes it so far as to shove infinite into the table and freezes, because while they have some creative liberties to play with, that is definitely not in the script for the atmosphere of the scene. he panics, bails, and infinite doesn't know what he did wrong. shadow goes off radar for a week, and infinite loses his drive, holing himself up in his apartment until rouge convinces shadow to go talk to him.

infinite is pissed. doesn't want to see him, but he lets him in anyway. they argue because shadow is unable to talk feelings and deflects the problem onto infinite, because making it about infinite is easier than it being about him, but some aggressive remarks and a challenging comment later has him kissing him again. shadow tells him he hates him, and infinite responds the same, but there's an unspoken mutual understanding between them that their feelings go both ways. they agree to continue practice – shadow says they need to make up for missed sessions and infinite agrees, though not before reminding him that was his fault. they call it method acting going forward, a means of justifying their freak relationship as business, for the sake of their art.

arc two ends with the release of unholy, the video ending with a bloody kiss and infinite's cross left in the dirt as the closing shot.

arc three baby yeeeeeaaaaah! except um i don't have a lot for it. they're gay, and they take a break from writing new songs for a bit, maybe do a tour. shadow encourages infinite to perform unholy solo, as it was his song, as a bonus at their concerts. maybe an acoustic version. idk but infinite, while apprehensive, agrees, and most people love it. their fans and the press are obviously going crazy over the new releases and potential implications of their dynamic, but for now they keep their relationship private and their performances remain relatively unchanged, save for them looking far happier. the first time infinite sings unholy solo, shadow can hardly look away, nor hide his soft smile, and the likes he drops on a bunch of the fanposts, almost all images gushing over infinite, only fuel all the gossip.

not all his fans are as pleasant, unfortunately. shadow's fanbase is, as i said, more toxic than infinite's, and many of them say that shadow was better as they solo artist, that infinite ruined his music, etc. the truly horrible ones start conflict over the rumors, stating that there's no way shadow could love infinite, and that he's probably ugly beneath the mask, or that he is, pulling up old pictures and making fun of them. infinite shrugs it off, but shadow is pissed, and makes himself very clear to the public that those comments are a load of shit and he couldn't have a better partner. the media goes wild, again, eggman has words for him for stirring things up in a way that wasn't pre-approved, and infinite is stunned that shadow cares so much, because they still haven't actually talked their relationship out and despite knowing shadow is happy with things he has doubts and insecurities.

the narrative of the characters in this phase is further exploration of their relationship, and it ends with the vampire hunter being turned into a vampire as well, so that they won't ever part.

and that's lore :]

#transmission #infinite tag #shadow tag #NOT PROOFREAD. i have been sat here so fucking long . so

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cl34rb3ll · 1 year ago

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silly dangan ronpa AUs because i am normal as hell :)

ikuzono bodyguard/idol AU: okay this one is so cliche i DO NOT CARE. also i think itd be really sweet if bodyguard!ikusaba was in trouble for whatever reason and maizono was the one to protect her that time uwahhh

dangan ronpa pokemon AU: i’ve actually been working on this one for a really long time… i won’t talk about it here because it will take up too much space but i’ll link it when i eventually make a longer post about it. but basically enoshima & ikusaba are the evil org and the shsl despairs are ex members trying to get their lives back on track. basically every character is going to have their own self contained narrative…

celesgiri vampire/vampire hunter AU: um i don’t have any examples that come to mind for how vampires work in this AU except maybe…? the sims 4 vampires lol. so uh celeste is a master level vampire who has been getting bolder and bolder about breaking the treaty between the vampires & vampire hunters. kirigiri is from a long lineage of experienced vampire hunters and has been tasked with taking down celeste. enemies to lovers shit ensues.

celesgiri detective/criminal AU: also known as the phantom thief AU celeste is a well known art thief and kirigiri is the detective hunting her down but kirigiri is starting to realize she doesn’t actually want to catch celeste. its cliche as hell i know but uwahhhhhhhh im weak to this one guys.

sonami haunted tour guide/board game cafe employee ttrpg AU: SORRY THE REST OF THESE HAVE BEEN SO CLICHE THEN THERES THIS THING. so uh sonia is a tour guide at a local “haunted” attraction thing. i don’t know how to explain it succinctly its a cruise boat that crashed into a cave opening on the lake. anyways. she often goes to the board game cafe nanami works at after work and goes through a solo ttrpg campaign. nanami is hardcore crushing on sonia even though they’ve hardly spoken and hinata convinces her to ask her to join their current ttrpg campaign (i’m being intentionally vague with a specific game because uh i want flexibility :)) and uh shenanigans ensue.

hajime hinata centric pmmm magical girl AU: not a ton of specifics on this one rn but monokuma is kyubey and hinata wishes to be talented and horror and despair happens. but also happy ending peace and love.

maizono, kuwata, mioda and akamatsu band AU: okay you know the song “my band” and you know löded diper? thats all you need to know. don’t worry about the logistics it doesnt need to make sense it just needs to be funny. kuwata fucking sucks compared to everyone else but he insists on getting solos and stuff all the time. everyone thinks kuwata’s the shit because he’s the “lead singer” of the band. their music is really mid to be honest. maizono needs to hide her identity so this doesn’t impact her idol career so she plays bass instead of singing. which she doesn’t know how to do. mioda and kuwata are constantly arguing because kuwata wants the band to be more punk (but he doesn’t really know what punk is to be honest) and mioda wants it to be more heavy metal (which kuwata typically can not sing because. i can’t stress this enough. he does not know how to sing.) akamatsu is having an amazing time and could not possibly have less stake in what the band does. the band is probably just called “the band”

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laryna6 · 3 years ago

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Solo Leveling Vampire AU

It doesn’t even take a significant canon divergence, just, “As we all know, the Architect is an asshole.”

Baek Yoon-Ho’s awakening being tiger-themed must have been designed that way, since the awakenings are all artificial powersets created by the Rulers.

The Architect had to observe enough re. humans to know the language, and vampires are a big pop culture thing. ‘Oh hey undead are new on our world, but here there are legends going back forever of a kind with a ‘king’ that turns others into more of its kind... perfectly fitting for the Shadow Monarch & terrifying for the humans.’

Sung Jin-Woo waking up, remembering being killed on the altar, and there are fangs? The nurse who stops by doesn’t make him crave blood, so there’s a sigh of relief, but then the two Hunter Association guys come in and aargh, yes, he’s craving blood.

Themed/special awakenings like this are basically always S-rank, and he knows that S-ranks can get away with murder/can get whatever they want while E-rank Sung Jin-Woo couldn’t even get a freaking cup of coffee before risking his life.

Hunter Association tries to keep the S-ranks satisfied so they stay in the country, so. Better hope they’re better at providing blood than they are coffee. Sung Jin-Woo cute but 100% done version getting to go ‘we both know I’m an s-rank now gimme your blood’ at Woo Jin-Chul.

Very relieved his sister doesn’t make him hungry at all - it’s a mana thing, only awakened and monsters. Once he gets the necromancy/Shadow Monarch job, drive to turn monsters/powerful Awakened into his cute minions~ Igris the Blood-Red is ‘really?’ appropriate.

He is internally AARGH as per canon that he can’t drink wine/beer anymore, because he Needs A Freaking Drink.

SO MUCH in-universe porn. SO MUCH. Jin-Ho can’t even FIND people talking shit about him on the internet, search results are drowned in thousands of pages of thirst.

#solo leveling #vampire au

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rarepears · 2 years ago

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Masterpost [Aug 2022 1/3]

Masterpost [Aug 2022 1/3] | Masterpost [Aug 2022 2/3] | Masterpost [Aug 2022 3/3]

rarepears recs

female wei wuxian uses her period blood (since it's just blood) to draw talisman but that provokes greater backlash au

mario (super mario) is timoteo's stepfather au

shen yuan and luo binghe are aizawa's adoptive parents au

in which izuku's quirk is to transform into edward the full metal alchemist au

shang qinghua in bungo stray dogs au

Gojo's fun European vacation aka a JJK X KHR crossover au

mobei jun x tywin lannister au

Gollum gets isekai'ed into bnha and endeavor gets transported from bnha into another world au

Aizen (Bleach) Raises Xanxus (KHR)

endeavor founded his agency through the funds made from his secret onlyfans feet account au

lord voldemort's time travel goes wrong and he ends up in tom riddle senior's muggle body instead au

shen jiu is reborn as touya todoroki au

lord voldemort's time travel goes wrong and he ends up in tom riddle senior's muggle body instead au

sung jinwoo uses his shadow summon's great height to bully jinah au

where sung jinwoo gains naruto ninjas as shadow summons because they keep summoning him as the shinigami au

when luo binghe's blood becomes just another spice in shen yuan's daily diet au

bruce wayne x tywin lannister au

a fic about unclogging a toilet but written as a shounen jump story

sung jinah teaches sung jinwoo slang incorrectly on purpose au

ukitake x all might

liu qingge faked his death in pidw to go on a secret mission au

house targaryen actually tamed their dragons by seducing their dragons and become basically dragon-husband and human-wife au

kenpachi has no sense of direction which leads him to accidentally traveling to solo leveling and sung jinwoo x kenpachi zaraki happens au

luo binghe becomes a vampire so that he can live forever just like shen yuan except now he has issues cooking au

bnha but make it a model au

where ashborn selects team rocket to become the next shadow monarch instead au

pidw AU set in disney descendants' world

the malfoy peacocks wage unofficial war against voldemort au

FMA Armstrong somehow gets dumped into bnha and he looks mightily like all might doesn't he? au

sukuna possess an ironborn and is now calling himself one of the kings of westeros au

shen jiu gets a thirsty onlyfans system so he never goes to cang qiong au

after losing his shinigami powers ichigo kurosaki becomes a kpop idol in order to leave japan and be financially independent au

sung jinwoo's shadow summons run a onsen as their retirement jobs au

bianchi starts a skillshare class to teach her poison cooking skills au

naruto gains cursed abilities and frees gojo from the prison au

after entering the happily ever after in svsss shen yuan transmigrates into FF7 as angeal au

shen yuan aka shen qingqiu gives birth to a pair of twins which is just team rocket reborn au

team rocket lands in westeros au

where a mission ends up with anakin skywalker and a harem of crossdressing clones au

naruto makes a cockroach summoning contract au

madara uchiha's summoning animal is penguins of madagascar

kakashi and gai friendship in a modern naruto au setting

married couple shen yuan and luo binghe get a vacation home in the imperial capital to get away from sect and demon politics au

gojo satoru on tatooine au

Ichimaru gin transmigrates into sukumo's body and kakashi gets a new (chaotic) dad au

aizen (bleach) x gojo (JJK) au

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 3 years ago

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Tropes & AUs: Art Block Support

Use the Random Number Generator to randomly select a new AU or trope to use with a character or fandom of your choice, to get your creativity flowing. SFW list, generally.

Roll twice for a unique twist, if you are struggling.

Soulmate AU (Tattoo or Mark)

Mermaid/Selkie AU

Small Business Owners (Rivals) AU

Supernatural Beings AU

Space-based AU

Found Family Trope

Soulmate AU (Physical change / Visible Change)

Pregnancy AU (Deliberate or Magical/Technological Accident)

Body Swap AU

Enemies to Lovers

Lovers to Enemies / Frenemies

Fell into a Story AU

Lost All Memories Trope

Oh No, I own a farm and need a handsome person who knows how to run it to help me AU

Organised Crime AU (or Disorganised Crime AU if funnier)

Finally Addressing Burgeoning Tauma and Mental Health because the writers fucking won't AU

Taken Hostage & Assumes No One Will Come Trope

Pirates AU

Superheros AU

Sleeping Beauty-styled Spell or Accident AU

Shared Memories AU where they all end up learning more than they could ever have imagined

Monsterfucker / Cryptid chaser AU

Monster/Hunter Trope

Aliens are Real / Men In Black styled Trope

University AU

Substance that Inhibits ability to (not bang everything / lie about anything / focus in battle / use magic / your choice) Trope

Possession AU

Crisis of Faith Trope (In self, family, fate, deity patron, etc)

Undercover Agents (One person, prefers fake life over time)

Fake Relationship/Dating for (Event) Trope

Polyamory with all non-related persons AU

Warriors AU (Any kind)

Supervillains AU

Mortally Wounded Confession

Bartering with the Gods/Ancient Evils to bring their friend/love/other back to life AU

Their normal lives are an elaborate DnD game/they play DnD

Secrets kept are breaking down/existential and identity crisis AU

Doomsday Prepper AU

Scientist who knows the end is coming but no one will believe them / Prepper AU

First Date Trope

Wedding Day AU and/or the Chaotic Wedding Day shennanigans

Secretly Cursed AU where things go wrong constantly and they are trying hard not to die as those who love them strive to fix this

Centaurs (and general Taurs) AU

Daemon AU

Gender Swap AU / Loss of Gender or Discovery of Identity AU

Babysitting for the First Time AU

Everyone Else is a Baby, Send Help AU

Haunted House Sleepover AU

Hospitalised due to illness or injury AU

Obtained Magical Item that Hurts to Use but Saves the Team AU

Cyborg AU

Domestic Fluff AU

Beach Day Trope

We're going on a holiday AU (Cute or chaotic, your choice)

Broke Intern AU

A social media influencer AU (any) and/or scandals

Spy AU

Dragons are Real AU (if Dragons Real in canon, then they are Transformers now)

Secret Collector of ____ and now the other(s) have found out trope

Secretly good at ____ but has no idea / Flustered or confused by praise Trope [The 'can't everyone do that?' trope]

Everyone has wings AU

Angels and/or Demons AU

Vampires and Werewolves AU

Depression AU

Imposter Syndrome Trope

Bank heist and/or secret mission AU

Mythology AU (Use a myth for character)

Ah Bugger We're Gods Now (Somehow) AU

Journalist AU or Lawyer AU

Olympic Hopeful / High Level Competition Rivals AU

Community Garden Meet-Cute AU

Set fire to cereal, send help / Chef AU

Castaway/Stranded on an Island Trope

Minimum Wage Workers Suriving AU

Accidentally ran into a Cryptid AU

Massive Weather Event (eg flood, fire, tornado, cyclone, tsunami, blizzard, earthquake) AU

Day Trip to (Movies, Zoo, Theme Park) AU

Snow Day AU and/or trapped in a house by Snow

Stuck in the past AU

Accidentally changed the timeline AU

Assassin AU

Assassin / Target AU

High Level Noble Nonsense and the housemaid/stableboy/nb servant you bond with most AU

Formal Dinner and How It Went Wrong AU

Finally Getting Vengeance Trope

Terminal Illness / Deathbed Confession AU

Witch/Wizard AU eg. potionseller / that one person who comes in for healing potions daily and you're getting Concerned

Scientists AU

Homemade Gift for a Special Person AU

Speaking to the Dead (Ouijia Board, talking to the graves, solo grief but ghosts present) trope

Birthday (Forgotten)

Birthday (Surprise Celebration)

Doctor/Nurse AU

Chill Out Day / Self-Care Fun

Talk About the Anxieties that Imprison AU

Tavern Hijinks AU

Accidental power acquisition AU

Steampunk AU

Being Hunted AU

We Die As One (Battle/Ambush) AU

#art block supports #why is there a character limit block gross

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manawari · 1 year ago

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Birth Of A Monster |

Choi Jong-in

→ born into a wealthy family. Successful, happy, and perfect. But beneath the surface lurked a dark secret. Choi Jong-in knew his parents were hiding something. As a kid, he heard screams coming from somewhere in the living room of the mansion; bloodcurdling screams of someone in excruciating agony, crying for dear life, and sounds of liquid splattering on the floor. It sent shivers down the young Jong-in's spine. However, he was smart enough not to utter a word about it to his parents. Jong-in tend not to study at night most of the time since he'd always hear those horrifying shrieks downstairs. He lived in a one big question in his mind as he grew. Contrary to the popular belief, Jong-in knew his family was all but happy — his father neglected him and his mother often acted cold toward him, only showing a loving heart if they were in the presence of many people.

Until one night. . . A twenty-three year old Choi Jong-in found himself clad in a fancy suit, as per ordered by his parents through the butlers. It was an important occasion, they said. Trepidation nibbled his chest, but he still went along, figuring this would be the time for him to uncover his family's deepest secret. He speculated that they were serial killers in the guise of normal people. And the moment the head butler brought him to a secret room in the mansion—

Jong-in felt his heart stopped.

Blood was everywhere. Blood clung to the walls. Blood crawled across the ground. A foul, strong stench of copper wafted in the atmosphere. It twisted his stomach. And worst of all, there were bodies spotted in every glance.

Two hands grabbed his arms. They were way too strong. Jong-in struggled until he was brought to the front where his parents, donned in exquisite clothing, but ichor was dripping down their chins and their eyes blazed in red. Their teeth had sharp jaws like predators. They were not his parents. . . They were monsters. Jong-in watched his father come toward him with a bated breath. The man was grinning and gestured him to a poor, fragile woman that was held by his wife. Jong-in just stared at the human in shock until he caught his father offering his wrist to him, it had blood coming through the teeth holes.

Nonetheless, Jong-in still hesitated. And as a result, he was forced on his knees and another strong hand grabbed his jaw to open his mouth wide. The patriarch hovered his wrist over to let small droplets of blood on his son's tongue. Jong-in winced at the most bitter taste he had ever met. Then, after being forced to swallow it all, Jong-in was freed and his body collapsed on the cold ground. His body twitched and his bones stung with his veins. Everyone watched him in the midst of suffering. And suddenly— Jong-in felt hunger. His vision turned red and the first thing he saw was the helpless woman under his mother's sharp nails.

He devoured her. He sucked the life out of her until she was nothing but a mere pale corpse. When his parents clapped and bid their felicitations, Jong-in felt his father's hand on his shoulder. The patriarch was about to say something when Jong-in twisted his wrist. Did they think that Jong-in would be under their command? No, considering the strong emotions Jong-in had been holding against his parents, his hatred was stronger.

So, Choi Jong-in ended up massacring the entire hall. No mercy, no change of heart. He sucked into each corpse before throwing them like dolls. And most of all, he decapitated his parents' heads.

Nobody knew what happened except for the newly born himself.

Cha Hae-in

→ Cha Hae-in used to live a happy and simple life. She had her mom and dad. She had her life ahead of her. She had dreams. She wanted to become a track and field athlete. . . But all those dreams shattered into ashes. In the middle of a peaceful dinner, a group of bloodthirsty monsters suddenly barged in and made no hesitation to turn the whole place upside down and wrecked it with bloodbath.

However, she was the only one who remained breathing. She laid next to her mother, whose blood had been mixed with her father's amid the slaughter. She whimpered and sobbed. When a foot stepped on the puddle of crimson, Hae-in turned up and saw a vampire, whose chin was coated by her parents' ichor and perhaps by herself. She was then lifted from the floor and a pair of red eyes blazing through the thick shadow stared at her.

"P— please. . . "

She whispered it as a plea to end her life.

Hae-in wanted it to be over. But then. . . She heard a response.

"Poor thing."

The next thing she knew, a thick liquid was in her mouth. It was bitter and had a copper taste. Hae-in didn't know what was going on, but she just found herself giving in.

She woke up afterward. Nary a memory was in her mind. But all she knew. . . She was hungry.

Alone in the middle of the field, Hae-in caught a deer. Her stomach growled as if she hadn't been fed in years. So, she had just made her first prey.

Baek Yoon-ho

→ ambushed by a group of enemies, mercenary Baek Yoon-ho and his acquaintances were in a brink of death. He could barely move an inch of his finger. All of the rest laid immobile on the ground, difficult to distinguish whether which of them were still alive or not. But Yoon-ho was never one to give up. Even with the bullet wounds on his body, he still wanted to fight. He had a mission and he must fulfill it in the name of his commander.

Unfortunately, he was too weak to raise his body. The moon was big and bright above him. All he could see was the souls of his acquaintances who had been shot during the ambush. He did not wish to die yet. For years, he had been in the military and endured worse than being attacked. He was known as the best mercenary in his field. If his commander could see his state, Yoon-ho would face the worst failure in his life.

Unbeknownst to him, he would be saved in the most unexpected way. When his eyes were about to close, a few droplets dripped into his mouth, rolling down his dry tongue. Yoon-ho swallowed in spite of the awful taste. And after a few moments, his eyes were snapped open and his stomach was growling, craving only for something no ordinary human could feel.

He rose up and sensed some breathing within the pile of bodies around him. So, Yoon-ho went over and stretched his mouth wide to show his extended sharp jaws before he devoured each of the life in his acquaintances who were still breathing, yet he sent them to the afterlife instead.

When Yoon-ho followed the trail of the enemy group, he wasted no second to barge in and attacked the guards. Not a mere bullet pierced through him due to his speed and the brute in his hands. Yoon-ho snapped their necks and pulled their heads apart, even their arms that held the firearms. The entire territory was painted in red. Yoon-ho stormed into the main quarters. Bullets quickly darted toward him. He did get shot, but he felt no pain nor it slowed him down. Yoon-ho tore them into shreds and glanced at the leader of the group.

He grabbed him by the neck. The leader struggled within his powerful grip. Yoon-ho tightened it until bones began to snap. Without waiting further, he sank his teeth into the skin and suck out the blood, ignoring the agonizing cries of his prey.

Min Byung-gyu

→ it was night when a group of vampires attacked him and his best friend, Eun-seok. They were dragged to a dark alley where no one else could see them. While they were pressed against the wall, the vampires discussed amongst themselves; Byung-gyu was not able to discern their words since he was busy struggling against the powerful grip the vampire had on his neck. Then, the next thing he discovered, the vampires had gotten into an agreement. One must die, the other must be turned. At this, Byung-gyu fought harder until the vampire attacked him and knocked him down. He didn't know what happened next. And once he regained his senses, Byung-gyu noticed that the vampires were gone. . . But instead of being relieved, a strong feeling chewed on his stomach, as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. He grunted and pushed himself up. Byung-gyu moved his head and found his best friend, who was laying on a pool of blood and coughing for air. Their eyes met, but Byung-gyu noticed the shock in Eun-seok's eyes.

"They. . . They turned you, didn't they?" Eun-seok croaked out.

"Eun—"

"K— kill me, Byung-gyu," said his dying friend. "Newly turned vampires need to feed or else they'll—" *cough* "—cause a rampage, right?"

Min Byung-gyu refused. No, killing his best friend of all people would never be the right option. The more his hunger grew, the more painful his bones had become, cracking and almost twisting within his flesh.

"Please!"

Eun-seok was begging. He wanted his life to end in Byung-gyu's hands. And also, he didn't wish to see him have more burden on his shoulders if he killed three or more people.

Byung-gyu cried at the pain and squeezed his eyes shut, resisting the powerful urge driven by his hunger. Eun-seok dragged himself across the cold ground amidst the amount of blood oozing out of his body as a result of the torture the vampires had given him. When he raised his hand, Byung-gyu suddenly slammed his wrist against the ground, so hard he might've cracked it. But Byung-gyu had lost his humanity after fighting his hunger. There was no way for him to feel regrets.

"It's going to be okay."

Those were the last words Byung-gyu heard before he opened his mouth and sank his teeth on his best friend's flesh, devouring the life out of him completely.

Sooner or later, Byung-gyu would come to his senses and see what he had done. Life shall never be the same for him.

Lim Tae-gyu

→ over a hundred year ago, twenty-seven year old Lim Tae-gyu made a deal with a devil. No really, that 'devil' was an old man who lived in a cave and was believed to be a seer, a sorcerer, or a person who had no known bloodline in the village. Everyone had their own speculations to tell about that old man who spent most of his days within the woods. Lim Tae-gyu had only been earning little amount of money to support his family and also help his father with his debt. It got to the point where he had no other options when a group of bandits barged into his home and declared that if the debt had not been fulfilled by midnight, bloodshed will coat the floor.

And so here he was, begging for the old man to help him. The old man listened and a smile formed across his wrinkly features. He got up and picked up a wooden bowl. Tae-gyu waited patiently as he let the old man do whatever he must do — however, he heard a faint squelching sound. He elected to ignore it until the old man walked back to him and offered him the bowl, which now contained a deep red liquid with an odd scent wafting to his nostrils. Tae-gyu flinched.

"Drink this, and your nodus will disappear," said the old man. "And oh, make sure to be at the location of the root of your problems by night. The spell takes lace if the drinker is in the vicinity of the area."

Tae-gyu drank it in one gulp. He shivered at the pungent taste. He drew the back of his hand to wipe the excess liquid on the corners of his mouth. He placed the bowl down and got up, bending forward to express his deep gratitude for the old man.

He left, unaware of the sinister glint in the mysterious elder's eyes.

When the night fell, Tae-gyu stood behind the tree that was near the house the bandits were residing. He waited for the so-called spell to appear. Would the bandits be cursed? Or the ghouls would swarm the house?

Then, his bones began to twitch. Tae-gyu grunted at the pain and continued waiting. Another twitch occured again, but this time, it felt as if something was twisting his bones. Tae-gyu bit his lips to hold back his scream and ended up puncturing his teeth into the epidermis, his tongue tasting his own ichor that had grown more foul the more he resisted the pain.

His knees met the ground and Tae-gyu slowly released his agony. Someone might've heard him. But the thought was the least of his worries, let alone thinking of the old man who said that he would help him. It was too late for him to regret. Tae-gyu's vision soon changed until he felt nothing but an insatiable greed for blood.

Any trace of humanity and rational sense faded in a flick. Tae-gyu headed toward the house and shoved the door open. The bandits stopped their drinking and turned to the intruder.

"Oi! Aren't you the son of that geezer?" One of them said. "How bold of you to—"

One swift movement brought the man's head to fall on the floor, dripped with deep crimson. The intruder himself now stood in the center of the house and eyed every single bandit in fury. All of them were speechless, yet still managed to unsheathe their swords.

A bloodshed had begun.

Excruciating screams filled the ceiling as Tae-gyu sank his teeth on every skin and tore them as he moved to another human. Blood splattered at the walls, the windows, the ceiling, the unfinished alcohol, and the furniture before they got wrecked apart. Tae-gyu's hands were coated in blood, as well as his chin, and his eyes were still menacing as ever.

Bodies ended up being ripped apart like rabbits, blood mixing with others on the drenched floor, and the monster himself still stood. His hunger was satiated and his humanity returned. Tae-gyu saw his surroundings and realization dawned upon him. His heart raced and his breath quivered. He glanced at the bodies he had unconsciously massacred. The bandits were slaughtered terribly that not even the strongest predator in the forest could do it.

The old man was not there when Tae-gyu went to the cave. Not a single trace was found. Angered, Tae-gyu punched the wall and left a deep mark on the stone, causing the whole place to shake. He didn't think he could come home in that state. So, Tae-gyu snuck back into his home and left a note, saying that he had somewhere to go and his father would finally live in peace.

Time passed, Tae-gyu remained the same. Even after his parents had passed away and he was the only one in the bloodline left. Lim Tae-gyu was an immortal.

#tw: gore and death (this au is not rainbows and butterflies)#excluding jin-chul because i intend to make his character this “deep and mysterious” type #i finally figured something out— a vampire can only become an immortal if they drank blood from their vampire parent or an immortal #immortals: jong-in (forced to drink from his father's blood) yoon-ho and tae-gyu (drank from an immortal)#solo leveling au: vampires #solo leveling #choi jong in #cha hae in #baek yoon ho #min byung gyu #lim tae gyu

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mayaree-darling · 4 years ago

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Mayaree Darling’s Complete Masterlist

Contents:

Miscellaneous Writings

Honkai Star Rail Masterlist (NEW)

Genshin Impact Masterlist

Jujustsu Kaisen Masterlist

Kimetsu no Yaiba Masterlist

Last Update: June 07, 2024 (New story under Honkai Star Rail)

Miscellaneous Writings (Last Update: 05/27/24)

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😺 A Roadtrip with Kuroo Tetsurou // Haikyuu (Scenarios)

Only in the Cover of the Night// Sung Jinwoo (Solo Leveling)

Just a Bit of Luck Your Way// Jiyan (Wuthering Waves)

Honkai Star Rail Masterlist (Last Update: 06/07/24)

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🔪 Blade

🔪 Kissing Bleeding Mouths (Blade X StellaronHunter!Reader)

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👑Self Aware Honkai Star Rail AU //HSR Isekai AU

👑 A Never Ending Journey (AkiviliPlayer!Reader) // (Prologue)

Genshin Impact Masterlist (Last Update: 12/18/23)

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👊 Wriothesley

👊 stickers (Wriothesley x Artist!Reader Imagine)

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⛲Neuvillette

⛲Water...Connoisseur? (Neuvillette x Creator!Reader)

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🪶Scaramouche/Wanderer

🪶of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes (Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader (modern au)

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🐉Zhongli (/Rex Lapis/Morax)

🐉history in the making (Rex Lapis x MuseumGuard!Reader)

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👑 SAGAU (Self Aware Genshin AU)

👑 who’s to say what’s real or fake (FakeGrace!Reader AU)

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🌹Yandere

🌹 mastermind (Yandere Harbingers x Strategist!Reader)

🌹always watching (Yandere!Scaramouche)

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist (Last Update: 04/29/22)

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🍬 Satoru Gojo

🍬 Infinite Possibilities (Gojo Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader RQ for anon)

🍬 Isn’t It Lovely (Gojo Satoru x SixEyes!Reader RQ for Cake anon)

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⛩ Ryomen Sukuna

Puppet Show (Sukuna x Vessel!Reader Compilation)

⛩ Annoying Brat (Sukuna x Vessel!Reader)

⛩ A Curse Left Behind (Sukuna x Vessel!Reader)

A Small Piece of You (A Curse Left Behind Extra)

⛩ Consequences Be Damned (Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader)

⛩ Somewhere Only We Know (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Reader RQ for ReincAnon)

⛩ Soul Company (Sukuna x Foreinger!Reader RQ for flowersgirl02)

⛩ Like Warmth to the Freezing (Sukuna x Sacerdos!Reader)

⛩ Bite Me (Vampire!Sukuna x Reader for robinaxolotl)

⛩ Don’t Look at Me (Sukuna x Reincarnated(?)Reader for fyown-writes)

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🐺 Megumi Fushiguro

🐺 Bunny Kisses (Megumi Fushiguro x (GN!)Reader)

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Headcanons/Imagines/Scenarios

🍬Gojo Satoru Headcanon: Physical Affection

⛩ Headcanons for Sukuna and S/O Reader (HC)

⛩ Sukuna and a Sassy Reader (Crack HC)

Intertwined (Hand Holding with Megumi/Gojo/Itadori RQ for gipsyd)

⛩ Sukuna x Reader Actor AU

⛩ Sukuna on a Roller Coaster (RQ for blair-stuff)

Vessel!Reader Imagines

⛩ Can Sukuna feel period cramps from a Vessel!Reader (Crack HC)

⛩ Sukuna Getting Sick w/ Vessel!Reader (Crack HC)

⛩ Sukuna and a Dense(& Sensual) Vessel!Reader (Crack HC)

⛩ Foodie Sukuna and Vessel!Reader (RQ for anon)

⛩ Vessel!Reader, Yuuji and Sukuna (RQ for anon)

Kimetsu no Yaiba Masterlist (Last Update: 08/19/21)

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🌕 Giyuu Tomioka

🌕The Sun Shines for You and the Moon Does, Too (Giyuu x SunPillar!Reader)

🌕 We Stopped Growing Up When We Were Still Kids Duology (Oblivious!Giyuu x Oblivious!Reader RQ for kaeeth32)

Give What Love You Can Give... (pt.1)

...And Take What Love You Deserve (pt.2)

🌕Blue Was the Color of Our Blessing (Dad!Giyuu x Mom!Reader RQ for anon)

🌕Before There Was Blue, It Was Just Me and You ( FutureDad!Giyuu x PregnantWife!Reader RQ for anon)

🌕Feeling A Bit Under the Weather (Giyuu x Sick!Reader RQ for quirrrky)

🌕 It’s Not Like Before Anymore (Giyuu x Medic!Reader RQ for aliaisreal and anon)

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❀ Yoriichi Tsugikuni

❀ Never a Dull Moment With You Around (Yoriichi x FlowerPillar!Reader)

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Headcanons/Imagines/Scenarios

🌕Giyuu Tomioka Dating Headcanons

🌕Giyuu Tomioka x Bully(ish)!Reader (Giyuu Scenario RQ for anon)

☀ Kamaboko Squad w/ a Same Personality Reader (HCs)

🌕You and Giyuu’s One Year Anniversary (RQ for anon)

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Collabs

We’ll Do It All Over Again (Modern/Reincarnation AU collab w/ krabstick32)

🌕 It Took Us a While, But We’re Home Now ( Reincarnated!Giyuu x Reincarnated!Reader by fluffy-mayari)

🌕 It’s the Little Things We Remember ( Hashira!Giyuu x Hashira!Reader by krabstick32)

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🌙 Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

#mayaree-darling #mayaree-darling masterlist #masterlist #kimetsu no yaiba masterlist #jujutsu kaisen masterlist #genshin impact masterlist #honkai star rail masterlist

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joeyjoeylee · 3 years ago

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Tag

Tagged by @daydreamstew - thank you!!

1. Name/Nickname: Joanna/Joey

2. Pronouns: she/her

3. Star Sign: Aries

4. Height: 5'4”

5. Time: has no meaning

6. Birthday: April

7. Fave Bands: Here’s where I always say Dave Matthews Band simply b/c I unwillingly know every song they’ve ever done courtesy of an ex-boyfriend who was in physical pain if Dave wasn’t playing at all times, and yes I do mean, AT. ALL. TIMES. Not coincidentally DMB is who I saw the only two times I’ve ever been to a concert, both of which times I was extremely intoxicated in preparation for hearing Ants Marching or whatever the hell for the 50th time. But really, I got nothing here, I’m just not much of a music person.

8. Fave Solo Artists: Anything I put here would just be a lie.

9. Song stuck in my head: The Siren Scream of One Billion Cicadas.

10. Last Show: I binged Shrill, Season 3 this weekend. Damn, Aidy Bryant is the shit and Lolly Adefope is hysterical. I was kinda taken aback how they ended it tho - guess they didn’t know it would be the last season?

11. Last Movie: Hobbes v. Shaw aka Fast and Furious 10.5? Or is it considered an AU? God it was so stupid. Loved it.

12. When Did I Create This Blog: Hmmm, 2016ish? I literally lurked for years tho before posting anything.

13. What Do I Post: I’d classify it as “nonsense that charms me” + Good Girls reblogs.

14. Last Thing I Googled: “4 types of mens rea” (guilty mind) b/c I was too lazy to go break out one of my old textbooks.

15. Other Blogs: This is all I got, man.

16. Why I Chose My URL: Lack of creativity (it’s just my nickname and middle name).

17. Do I Get Asks: Pretty rarely.

18. Following: 275ish

19. Followers: 150ish

20. Average Hours Of Sleep: About 3-4. Yes, it’s a problem!

21. Lucky Number: 7.

22. Instruments: recorder (4th grade).

23. What Am I Wearing: shorts and a Tweety Bird shirt that’s at least a decade old but I’m obsessed with.

24: Dream Trip: Tanzania later on this year.

25. Favorite Food: I would eat tacos from now until the moment of my death if I could.

26. Nationality: American.

27. Languages: English and Spanish at a kindergarten level.

28. Favorite Song: Hmmm, let’s fall back on Frankie Valli’s version of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” and yes, I know I’m digging back 50 years to try to find something to put here.

29. Last Book Read: Baseball for Dummies. I will learn, understand, and be able to articulate the differences between a slider, cutter, and change-up if it kills me.

30. Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: Parks & Rec, Vampire Diaries, The Matrix (but like, IN the Matrix, not in the real world outside of the Matrix eating slop and wearing an oversized fisherman’s sweater dodging Sentinels in a tin can ship. Hard Pass.)

My tumblr doesn’t want to scroll down anymore so apologies if you’ve already done it! @sothischickshe, @m00dyfern, @purplemagic, @yellowhammerga, @jade-marie

#tag games

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loversarcanas · 3 years ago

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16, 20, 24 :)

hiiii steel, thank you <3

16. favourite fanfic(s)?

ooh I have a bunch! going to narrow it down to these 3 though:

skinned knees and bloodlaced shoes by @hereforthehurts + dreambound on ao3 (so sorry I don't know their tumblr url jsjsj)

the dating list by marsnack

overwritten, overridden by @arcadiii

and special shoutout to every fic I've read by reyna_is_epic, especially the recent vampire au they've written: manor halls like prison walls

20. do you consider yourself to be more anne, sasha, or marcy?

definitely anne the most i think, i relate to her in the way she reacts emotionally and gets really protective of her loved ones. though I also relate to sasha on some level too LOL #JustChildOfDivorceThings

24. most important lesson of the show in your opinion?

it's hard to pinpoint just one, the crew did a really good job relaying many important lessons! though one that sticks out to me is the importance of relying on others.

this is something that's most prominent with anne, and while this is a theme that carries through every season, I think its easiest to spot in season 3a (and hopefully we'll get more of it in 3b!)

anne hints at several points in time that she's a solo act. when she's not with her friends, when she's Doing Stuff, she works alone. We see this, for example, in the bugball episode, where she tries to be the star player. and we also see that it doesn't work out for her very well.

and this gets especially more prominent as soon as she and the plantars are back on earth - she tries to assume full responsibility of the plantars safety from andrias, and then later from mr. x. she won't even tell her parents about what's going on back in amphibia, simply letting the anxiety consume her as she wears herself out staying up all night looking for ways to get back. she feels a little to me like atlas, carrying the globe on her shoulders.

but 3a especially introduces many important new characters who's roles are to help her, so that she ISN'T doing this alone. ally and jess, terri, dr. jan, the whole thai community, and even her parents once they catch wind of what's happening: they show that they're ready and willing to help anne at a moments notice, because she literally cannot do this alone.

and i believe that this is going to become apparent in 3b as well, where she'll finally accept their help in safely returning to amphibia. and my personal theory is in commander anne that she'll need to learn to accept help from sasha and grime as well, based on the leaked summary

but I feel like this is a great lesson to teach people that you don't need to carry your burdens alone, and that there will always be people around you who love you and will step in to help lift some of that weight off your shoulders.

#SORRY that last one ended up kinda long bzbzghshs thank you for sending this!!!#steelanuran #replies

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ultravioletqueen · 3 years ago

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Demon arthur au headcanons

En este au arthur es uno de los miles de hijos que ha tenido lilith, en especifico es un lilim, el equivalente a un demonio sucubo o vampiro, por lo que arthur puede llegar a tener antojo de sangre ya sea animal o humana.

Umbra en este au es un sucubo, pero uno muy poderoso, al ser mano derecha de lilith demuestra ser muy capaz, ya que al igual que arthur es un híbrido entre sucubo y demonio de alto nivel, solo que umbra sacó más partes de los sucubos.

Arthur no es un incubo, por lo que a diferencia de sus hermanas no posee una necesidad constante de tener relaciones sexuales.

Arthur es bisexual en este au, le gustan tanto los hombres como las mujeres.

Arthur a llegado a tener muchas aventuras y acostones de una noche, pero hasta que conoció a juliete fue que pudo tener una relación oficial.

Umbra y arthur en el pasado fueron amigos con derecho, sin embargo cuando arthur se enamoro de juliete dejó de verse con umbra.

Arthur siente un gran respeto a lilith, aunque más que nada la ve como su creadora y no su madre.

Arthur es el único lilim en ser varón, todas las lilims son de género femenino.

Arthur tiene una mascota:un hamster de tres cabezas llamado galaham.

Umbra es una sucubo con la capacidad de meterse a los sueños de sus víctimas y drenarles la energía, sin embargo incluso si la víctima está despierta o no está teniendo relaciones sexuales con ella aun puede absorber su energía.

Umbra tiene preferencia por las chicas y chicos Virgenes,según ella "es más placentero".

Juliete de vez en cuando va a la iglesia donde vive su tía para averiguar más sobre demonologia.

Arthur fue desterrado del infierno por lilith debido a su "comportamiento rebelde".

Arthur posee la habilidad de cambiar de forma, esto más que nada lo usaba para adaptarse a los gustos sexuales de sus amantes.

In this au arthur is one of the thousands of children that lilith has had, specifically he is a lilim, the equivalent of a succubus or vampire demon, so that arthur can have a craving for blood either animal or human.

Umbra in this au is a succubus, but a very powerful one, being Lilith's right hand he proves to be very capable, since like arthur he is a hybrid between succubus and high-level demon, only that umbra took more parts of the sucubes .

Arthur is not an incubbus, so unlike his sisters he does not have a constant need for sex.

Arthur is bisexual in this au, he likes both men and women.

Arthur has come to have many adventures and one-night stands, but it was until he met Juliete that he could have an official relationship.

Umbra and arthur in the past were friends with rights, however when arthur fell in love with juliete he stopped seeing umbra.

Arthur has great respect for Lilith, although more than anything he sees her as his creator and not his mother.

Arthur is the only Lilim to be male, all Lilims are female.

Arthur has a pet: a three-headed hamster named Galaham.

Umbra is a succubus with the ability to get into her victims' dreams and drain their energy, however even if the victim is awake or not having sex with her she can still absorb their energy.

Umbra has a preference for Virgin girls and boys, according to her "it is more pleasant."

Juliete occasionally goes to the church where her aunt lives to find out more about demonology.

Arthur was banished from Hell by Lilith due to his "rebellious behavior".

Arthur possesses the ability to change shape, this more than anything he used to adapt to the sexual tastes of his lovers.

#oc #msa #mystery skulls oc #juliete aesir jenkins #arthur kingsmen #oc x cannon #msa au #Demon arthur au #sucubbus umbra #Lilith

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alilbihh · 5 years ago

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hocus pocus — epilogue

masterlist previous part

pairing: maknae line x reader

summary: jungkook wags his tail and his eyes look like truffles. jimin drinks blood out of juice boxes and bendy straws and tries to wink but ends up blinking both his eyes closed. taehyung likes the ocean and all kinds of art and apologizes to rocks. you don’t know if they want to take you out the date way or the assassination way and somehow you think it’s both.

genre: werewolf!jungkook, vampire!jimin, hybrid!taehyung, witch!reader; humor (??); poly!au (in the future!)

words: 7k

"Sit still, you're making me ruin them." Taehyung whines, and you make sure to still until he nods in satisfaction.

"M'sorry." You mutter, but he just carefully kisses your wrist. You take it as answer enough.

He slowly sets your hand down on his thigh, tucking the brush into the nail polish before lifting your hand to his eyes and fixing his little mistake. He's painting your nails black, a color that was ultimately decided by Jimin. Jungkook wanted to go for pink, a choice he thinks suits your aesthetic, whatever that might mean.

Taehyung shifts a bit, the nail polish standing open and uncapped right next to him wobbling dangerously. "Careful, careful, the bedsheets," you hiss, trying not to shriek and flail your arms, "That was, like, my one condition when letting you paint my nails on my bed."

"S'fine, it won't spill, honest." He murmurs, a smile trickling up his face when you huff.

His legs are sprawled awkwardly around your hips, his feet carefully in a position where they won't bump into anything to let the painted black of his toenails dry off. It's a stark contrast to the now deep pink of his hair, but he wanted to join you regardless. Makes your heart hurt. You'd kissed him right on the nose for that.

You want to kiss his nose now, actually. His brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips are pursed into a little pout, hair falling over his eyes. You want to kiss the dip between his brows, the purse of his lips. You almost do, catch yourself leaning forward because it's-- easy. It's easy now, to act on your instincts, to not have to hold back, to want. But then you remember the context doesn't allow it, and you sit back with a huff right as he starts working on your pinkie.

Taehyung laughs fully, breaking into giggles, gently says, "hey, now," and sets your hand down to peck your lips once, twice, thrice-- pulls back with a shriek when your hands start instinctively reaching to comb through his hair and tug him back, "Hand, hand, hand, hand! Hand!"

He doesn't allow kisses anymore.

You're pouting as you watch him fix his own nails, expertly removing the now chipped, light blue color that was previously adorning them. He still has some eyeliner on, a pretty pink on his cheeks. The top three buttons of his shirt are undone, purposely or not, you'll never know. There's purple peeking out on the honey of his skin, mostly hidden just under the collar of his shirt.

He's beautiful. He's beautiful, and he's your boyfriend, and you want to kiss him, goddammit.

Your hands are still carefully positioned so as to not ruin your drying nails as you shuffle closer to him, batting your lashes and waiting. It takes a few seconds of the man fighting back a smile before he pauses to turn towards you, amused, "Can I help you?"

You make a sound, like a whine and a groan all rolled into one, and maybe the word kiss gets stuck in there somewhere but you can't be too sure. Taehyung understands regardless, grins this tiny little thing that grows big, spreads both his cheeks wide.

He levels you with a look but still seems to be weighing his options. To kiss or not to kiss. "My nails," is all he ends up saying, more of a whine than anything.

You don't say anything, just stare determinedly into his eyes. He stares back, raising a brow, a challenge if you've ever seen one. You stare. There's a bit of glitter on his eyelashes, you think. Too long lashes, if you have anything to say about it. You should not be getting this overwhelmed over eyelashes.

It takes a second, then Taehyung sighs; giving in. Gives your chin a little tickle before leaning in. "M'thinking of getting a tattoo." He murmurs against your lips, presses another kiss there just because he can. His eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. "Whaddya think?"

You hum, quick and surprised, then pleased. "I'm all about letting you do things that make you happy, but just know that if you decide not to get this tattoo, I will be highly upset."

He barks out a laugh, throws his head back, a very Jimin-like gesture. "Highly?"

"Highly. Deeply." He laughs again at that and you smile, lean your head against his chest, listen as his heart beat, beat, beats-- beats faster, even, as you press a kiss to the dip of his collarbone, once then twice then thrice. "Seriously though, you'd look beautiful. If you want, go for it. Jimin and Jungkook will know all about it."

Taehyung's cheeks color as he looks down, shakes his head so his hair falls over his eyes. You laugh, suddenly thinking of peppering kisses over Jimin's own tattoo, the Nevermind sitting big and pretty over the man's ribs. Jungkook, too, the many tattoos spread over his hands and his chest and his back.

"Today's brunch day," you say, brushing Taehyung's fringe from his eyes with the palm of your hand-- with great difficulty. "You should come."

"I would, but I have work. Wanna finish my painting, too." He says, completely in pout. "I'm halfway through but I don't know if I like how it's turning out."

"I'm sure it's beautiful." You say because it's true, his paintings always are, always pretty and colorful and meaningful. He paints a lot of things. Paints Jimin, his cheeks sore from smiling. Paints Jungkook, eyes puffy with sleep. Paints you too, standing in a field of leaves painted oranges and reds, or even just doing the most mundane thing possible, like chopping up a bowl of pomegranates.

You smile at the thought, lean in to kiss the mole on his nose even while he continues, "I'll show you when I'm done. Hopefully before I maybe possibly definitely get my tattoo."

"What tattoo are you getting, anyway?"

"Not sure," He says, brows furrowed. He's carefully brushing the nail strengthener over your newly colored nails, eyes flirting here and there quick. "Maybe, like.. A peach tattooed on my ass. Or maybe just ‘property of Y/n L/n.’"

"Taehyung!" You exclaim, horrified, but he only smiles and bursts into a fit of giggles.

He leans backwards and the nail polish falls over before you even have the chance to scream, and you release a long winded shriek that only makes him laugh harder. Taehyung later offers to kiss it better and it doesn't help fix your now ruined bed sheets, but it's maybe a little nice. Maybe.

"You don't all have to come, obviously, but like-- You're all coming, right?"

"I thought he was trying to act humble for a second, wow." Jungkook says and Jimin laughs, covers it with a hand. It's so endearing you think your heart clenches for a few seconds too long.

You don't all have brunch together every day because that isn't a wise economical investment and your schedules don't always allow it and honestly, 3 pm is a bit late for brunch anyway, too late for it to be considered brunch at all, but Taehyung says it's an excuse to feast on breakfast foods and you aren't one to object to that.

So you all meet up for not-brunch sometimes, all of you together, hunched in the plush red seats in the corner of what started as Jungkook's favorite little waffle place. Taehyung and Jungkook's goal is to eat through the menu and you and Jimin are kinda just in it for the ride.

"Of course we're coming, dummy," you say with furrowed brows, "Me and Jungkook are literally in the process of making you a banner for when you do the sexy snake part."

"You're making a what."

"Noona, that was supposed to be a secret," Jungkook leans over the table to whisper, then says to Jimin, "On a completely unrelated note, hyung, do you prefer pink and yellow together, or blue and yellow together? Those were the only crayons me and Y/n could find in the store so I need to know."

"You're all insufferable."

Jimin had just recently gotten a solo act in his dance course, and so you're all obviously going to be supporting him. You’d invited Yoongi and Jin and Namjoon, too, and so they all wanted to meet him beforehand and were all delighted to finally see both Taehyung and the dance major in person.

You were a bit uncomfortable about it because you really care about them all and really wanted them to like each other. And it's difficult to be uncomfortable in Seokjin's presence because he has a third eye for when people are feeling like that, and so he usually either A: sacrifices himself for a laugh or B: exploits every weakness you have to make you even more uncomfortable to make you realize how you really shouldn't be feeling uncomfortable in the first place.

He was in a B mood that night.

("So Jimin-ah," he starts, raising his voice to gather everyone's attention, "I hear you have very soft hands."

You think Jimin had turned to you for an explanation but you'd been shoving the equivalent of three lettuce wraps into your mouth to avoid speaking. That and you'd hidden behind Yoongi, but it's kind of difficult considering he'd been slouching his entire life and had practically made it into an art form.

Namjoon lets out a few semi-embarrassed ha-ha's on his boyfriend's behalf.

"Do I?" Jimin mumbles, prodding at his own hand.

"Can I feel?" Jin says, making grabby hands in Jimin's direction even though they met all of thirty minutes ago.)

"Hey, it's horny boy!" Jungkook greets with a snicker as Taehyung (rather reluctantly) trudges towards your table, plastering the customary customer service smile. It's supposed to look forced but it looks too soft on him, you think. Too fond.

You catch his eye, catch him trying to hold back a smile. To pretend he's not associated with any of you, most likely.

He's wearing his work uniform, long black pants and a flannel shirt with a little shirt pocket. There are feather earrings drooping on his ears that go long, almost reach his shoulder blades, tickle his neck. There are fairy lights circling his antlers, and it was meant to be festive in the beginning but it's mid march and he's still adamant on using it. Something about how Christmas lives on in his heart.

Taehyung looks one way then the other, as if to survey his surroundings, before bumping your hip with his as a gesture for you to scooch over. You comply, the hybrid settling beside you on the rather comfy cushion, proceeding to immediately kick Jungkook from beneath the table.

There's a yell and a laugh and then the two are playing footsie rather aggressively, Jungkook sinking in his seat and everything while ignoring the rather distressed Jimin beside him. You're all causing a public embarrassment but you're all laughing so you can't quite bring yourself to care.

Jimin turns to you, deadpans, "Do you know them?"

"Absolutely not."

He takes a long sip of his boba, as if to contemplate, then says, "Should we stop them?"

"Absolutely not." You both grin.

It stops eventually, Jungkook making soft little whines as he crosses his arms indignantly. Taehyung giggles and leans over the table to kiss him and makes a big show of it, too-- puckering his lips the closer he gets. They giggle into each other's mouths and you feel an overwhelming fondness swell up inside you, pushing up, up, until you're grinning and it hurts to breathe.

"What were you guys talking about when I wasn't here?" He asks, pauses. Smacks his lips together for a second, turns to Jungkook in question, "Are you wearing lip balm?"

"Yeah," Jungkook says as if it's obvious, "Always gotta be prepared."

"Hm. Cherry?"

"Strawberry, actually."

"Nice." They fist bump. "What were we saying?"

You snort, "We were talking about the sexy snake before you got here."

Taehyung makes a noise, swallowing his drink quickly before he says, "The sexy snake! He's always practicing it at home. Whenever I walk in it always looks like he's doing something nasty to the ground."

"Well you always walk in at the wrong time!" The man in question says, indignant, chugging down his boba to not have to look you all in the eye. "I don't know why you all call it the sexy snake, anyway. I don't look like a snake." You laugh when he leaves out the sexy part.

"You kinda do." Jungkook says, voice a bit muffled, the straw of his boba still between his lips.

"It's something like this," Taehyung does this little wiggle in his seat, meant to copy the infamous sexy snake, and it looks all kinds of awkward but you and Jungkook giggle anyway and he grins big.

Jimin purses his lips, as if to keep himself from laughing, then says, "I don't look like that. Y/n, I don't look like that, right?"

"No thoughts head empty."

"Y/n!"

It's then you're all arriving home, Jimin tripping over the stairs with a giggle, Taehyung trying to convince you to get waffles with him tomorrow as you turn just enough to watch him, to feel your heart swell with every word. Jungkook, his hand spread over your back, giving your bum a few pats when you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek.

You don't know what it is, but you feel--alive. More alive than usual. You're not sure how to explain it to someone if they were to ask, but these days you've been almost painfully aware that you're a person, and that you're alive. Grounded. Very of the Earth. Very aware of every little thing that's happening to you, as if you hadn't been paying attention before.

You turn up the heat of the oven, the concoction bubbling and popping and gurgling in the cauldron as you stir. When you raise a spoonful to your mouth, you taste nectar and ambrosia, peaches and pomegranates. Taste something that's a little dry, too.

You pour it in an empty wine bottle you'd kept for this exact occasion and walk back to your living room. "Look guys, I made wine with everything except grapes! I'm practically Jesus."

Jimin's the first to laugh. First to make grabby hands in your general direction, too. "Gimme."

You hand the vampire the bottle, about to turn around and grab a few glasses lying around somewhere until Jimin drinks it straight out the bottle and that's that.

"Can you teach me how to make this later, love?" He asks as you settle beside him, an arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Jungkook's making surprisingly quiet conversation with Taehyung, but turns just enough to raise a leg to rest over yours. You giggle and he pinches you, but you think he's smiling before he looks away.

"I would but it's kinda hard. Doesn't always turn out the way it's supposed to, either, unless it wants to."

"I hate magic." Jimin mumbles against your neck, pressing a kiss there just because. "It's so finicky."

"Why would you say that to a literal witch," You say, mildly offended, but he only giggles.

Then. Then you're all sat around the couch, laughing and drinking homemade wine until Taehyung makes a face after his first sip and settles for Jungkook's banana juice instead. A sober icon.

(There's touches too, tender ones, warm ones that settle in the pit of your stomach. Jimin, a hand under the hem of your and Taehyung's sweaters to pet at your waistbands, at your stomachs. Jungkook settled over you all, head on your thigh and legs on Taehyung's, much to the hybrid's initial despair.

"Massage my feet, hyung."

"Absolutely not."

Taehyung, shuffling over Jimin to press his lips to the back of your neck, a deep, almost guttural rumble sounding against your back in an almost-purr.)

You sit there amidst it all, taking it all in, hoping to keep this safe, keep it somewhere with a lock and key.

Jungkook noses against your stomach, mutters a mantra softly under his breath you think sounds like mate, mates, home--and you want to keep this. Want to keep this for a long, long time. And you think you just might.

Everything is loud and encased in a bright, neon light, surrounded by the people you love, but that fact becomes debatable as you think you catch Jin's tall figure doing some sort of dance somewhere in the crowd and maybe Taehyung in the middle of a circle of people, the man chugging down a bag of gummy bears. You can't be too sure though.

It's the day after Jimin's performance, and the song he danced to has been playing on loop for the past fifteen minutes, maybe. Jimin laughed at first when he realized, but you think by now everyone's getting tired of it but no one has the heart to stop anything.

You think the man of the hour is-- somewhere, maybe helping Namjoon pour the drinks, maybe chugging down gummy bears with Taehyung or slow dancing with Jungkook completely out of rhythm, but you spin on your stool and look up when you hear footsteps and smile as a hand softly cups your cheek.

"M'love. Pretty. I've been looking for you," Jimin coughs, then, and he looks-- beautiful. A white flannel shirt tucked into faded black ripped jeans, round glasses sitting crookedly on the bridge of his nose, hair disheveled like there was someone running their hands through it. He's smiling big and wide and kind of sloppy at the edges and he looks kind of ridiculous, but he's cupping your cheek and calling you pretty and you can't help but smile just as wide.

"Hello," you murmur, take a hold of his hands, and for a second it feels like everything stills, just you and Jimin sitting in this pretty little world. "What've you been up to? Did you drink? You look like you drank."

He does look a bit drunk, but you know that can't be true because Jimin can down vodka like it's water and does so with an effortlessness you will never possess, not to mention he's a vampire, but-- he looks just a tad bit drunk. Drunk on something more intangible, maybe.

"Hey, Y/n," he starts, like he just thought of it and it's the best idea he's ever had, "Let's make out."

You cough only twice before bursting into laughter, and Jimin looks nothing if not pleased with himself. "No, you absolute bimbo."

"Why not?" He all but whines, swinging your intertwined hands around, arms flailing, "I wanna do it. Right now. This second."

Jimin leans in teasingly and you think you catch both Jungkook and Taehyung doing kissy faces in the background somewhere, and when he does kiss you it's messy and sloppy and you're both smiling and it's-- practically all teeth, really, but there's something nice about it, something tender.

He starts tracing your jawline with gentle fingertips when you both pull away, and you kiss the pads of his fingers when they hover close to your lips, watch as Jimin draws in a breath, deep and shuddering.

It takes a second, then-- "Jesus, you can't just do that," he breathes out, coming to right as he steps between your legs, taking the sides of your face between his hands, gently caressing the under of your eyes.

You're-- still on your stool, still in the middle of a crowded apartment, all with people you know and love but maybe that only serves to fluster you more. "Jimin," you hiss, probably too red, too flushed under his tender gaze and others' prying eyes. Seokjin and Hoseok's especially, those nosy bastards. "Not here!"

"Why not? Why can't I kiss my lover?" Hands are tugging at your face, tracing your chin, pulling you in; more gentle now, as if to let you pull away if you want.

"Our other boyfriends are literally judging us as we speak." Jungkook is filming you two from a distance now, and Taehyung is standing right beside him, laughing too hard at something he said. You don't want to know.

"Let them, they can join us if they want."

"Jimin!" You're horrified, to say the least.

And then Jimin is laughing, and the sound melts you down to your bones, human fondue. And then- and then--

Then he's pulling you off your stool, turning to gesture something to Taehyung who immediately understands, the hybrid answering with a nod and a thumbs up. Soulmate culture, if you may.

Then he's leading you up the small set of stairs you'd walked through so many times before- past a frantic Namjoon who looks to have some frosting in his hair- going up, up, looking back only to check on you, to kiss your knuckles.

Then he's clicking open his bedroom door, ushering you inside by the small of your back. The door closes softly behind you, and you're faced with a bedroom that's so terribly Jimin that you kinda ache a bit. You'd been here before-- just this morning, too, maybe-- but it always catches you by surprise, leaves you feeling terribly soft for this boy, for all your boys.

"Are those my socks on the floor?" Is the first thing you say.

Jimin kicks your socks under his bed right before your eyes. "No," He drawls.

You laugh and he smiles at the sound, the vampire taking one step closer, then two-- immediately reaching for you once he's close enough to touch, hands trailing gently from your shoulders down to your hips. "Taehyung and Guk should be here soon, I told Tae to bring drinks. And those gummy worms stashed under the sink. Maybe a sandwich, while he's at it."

"How did you-" You sputter, "You showed him, like, a peace sign, how did you give him that much amount of info in the span of two seconds?"

Jimin smiles, drags his bottom lip through his teeth like he's holding back a laugh before shrugging, and— well. You'll get it out of him one day.

You trace the arch of his brow, the slope of his nose, the dip above his lips. He's the one to kiss the pads of your fingers this time. He hums something soft, scrunches his nose to urge his glasses higher.

"You should wear glasses more often, I like them." You say as Jimin takes them off-- to kiss you properly, you think cheekily-- watch as he places them on a nearby table.

"They make me look stupid."

"No, they don't. You're cute with them."

"Am I cute without them?" He grins, cheeky.

"Stop fishing for compliments."

He giggles and rests his forehead on yours, eyes half lidded and wide and brimming with so much open adoration that you surprise yourself by reaching out, hooking your fingers through his belt loops to pull him in close to taste again. Jimin crowds in closer still, stepping in closer until you're almost touching but not quite. Not enough.

Jimin's voice rumbling beside your ear as he murmurs your name, Jimin's thumbnails dragging softly over your spine, Jimin's lips pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

The man draws in a breath, "God, you're so—" he trails off, pressing kisses to your neck, knuckles stroking along the side of your jaw so tenderly you ache.

It takes a second, then you feel sharp teeth dragging over the skin of your neck, and you shiver-- Jimin immediately pulling away with a low curse. "Shit, I'm sorry, m'love," he covers his mouth with a hand, cheeks flushed. His fangs are gone when his hand lowers. "Can't control them sometimes."

"S'okay." You say almost breathlessly, your mind reeling, still trying to catch up with the rest of your body as Jimin flattens his weight against you, pressing you against the wall, a hand cupping the back of your head. His fingertips trail down the side of your face and you—feel. You feel so much, all at once.

He crowds in close, a breadth over your lips, "Wanna keep going?"

"Wait," you gesture for him to look at you, and he does-- or maybe he was already looking, never stopped. "I'm really proud of you, hm? We're all really proud of you."

You cup his cheeks and he's suddenly shy, grinning wide and pretty pretty pretty.

You both stay like that for a long while, you think; lazy kisses and lazy touches, lazy words and lazy smiles that linger and go long, leave you both breathless and giggly.

There's light streaming in through an open window, pink and gold reflecting onto Jimin's skin. There's a distant smell of old books and earl grey tea, of sweet cologne and newly washed sweaters. There's laughter on your tongue and you can taste his smile and you no longer long for a place that doesn't exist because it-- does. It does exist, maybe it always did. And you found it, right here, and it's beautiful.

Then there's a soft creaking and soft footsteps and soft laughter, more hands reaching to touch and that's. That's love, too. "I can't believe this," Jungkook starts, huffing out a laugh, "They left us to make out. They really did it. This is—blasphemy."

"I bet you don't even know what that words means." Taehyung snickers, even as Jungkook retorts with a little punch to the hybrid's shoulder.

A harmless little fight threatens to burst forth and Jimin steps away from you to physically restrain Taehyung from swinging his antlers around like a madman. "I never want thing one and thing two around me again." You deadpan to yourself.

Jungkook blinks, turning towards you with a halfhearted fist still hovering midair, "Wait, which one am I?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea, I don't really wanna see them either." Jimin nods, hands literally cupping Taehyung's cheeks as he says it.

"Noona. Am I thing one or two?"

"We should probably kick them out." You contemplate. Jimin hums, kissing Taehyung's cheeks now.

"Which one am I, noona? Noona—"

You're happy now, and you hope to be happy in the future. And that will be love, too.

"Hey," A little whisper sounds against your ear and you turn, a flash going off before you can throw your hands up to hide. You make a face at that and another snap goes off along with Jungkook's giggle and you realize you're fighting a losing battle.

You're in Yoongi's greenhouse to restock the mugwort and rosemary, the faerie tending to a rosebush and cutting of the stems. They're a little fussy so you don't want to disturb him.

Jimin and Taehyung are huddled by a tree trunk trying to feed a one-legged bird, and sometimes rainwater will drip down your nose even though the outlines of the clouds overhead are delicate, their edges blurring into blue. You can guess how far you are from the shoreline from the scent of the ocean.

Wind kicks up in your hair. It takes a second, then you hear another snap.

You dig your hands into the earth, feel dirt sticking to your nail beds as you frown, "Shouldn't you be taking pictures of something else?"

Jungkook lowers the camera enough for you to see his eyes shaped into little crescents. Out of spite, probably, he takes another picture.

You make the motion as if to stand ad leave but his hand shoots to your wrist to gently tug you back, giggling a drawled out "no!"

Taehyung turns just then, sees you both and a wondrously slow grin spreads just like that. Another snap.

The hybrid gestures for you to come closer and you stand quick, brush yourself off, grab a hold of one of Jungkook's arms and attempt to pull him up with brute strength. He doesn't move an inch, but laughs at your attempts anyway.

It always feels different being together. Watching Taehyung press a wet, sloppy kiss to your and Jungkook's forehead and Jungkook trying to kick him and Jimin laughing and then a snap of a camera before the vampire can react and complain because Jimin, for someone who likes to be seen, strangely doesn't like to be seen. Jungkook takes photos of him anyway, because Jimin is one of the most beautiful people you know.

Being together is different. Everything feels different when you're together, like there's not a thing that's missing, like everything you could ever want is right here.

"Y/n-ah, you should take us here more often," Taehyung says as he spins in a circle, arms outstretched as if he could hold the whole neighborhood in his arms if he wanted. The whole world.

You watch him spin and spin and spin and feel a little grin tugging at your lips, "What's so great about all this?"

He almost trips but catches himself on a thin tree and starts twirling around that instead, "Plants don't grow like this just anywhere," he says, stops abruptly. There are leaves stuck to his hair, and Jimin giggles before plucking them off one by one. He continues, "They didn't grow like this because of the magic, either. They grew like they've been loved."

Taehyung's got his head tipped up, like he's looking for constellations even though it's midday. He takes a step forward and his antlers get stuck on a tree branch and he yelps and you're all laughing even as he screams dramatically.

Yoongi then decides to waddle towards you and says you're all disturbing the petunias, so with little to no persuasion you convince him to hand some of the things you needed in the first place before gathering your things and heading home.

Jimin and Taehyung fall into step behind you, seemingly not even noticing they're supposed to be going to their own home but you don't comment as they walk inside completely uninvited. (But completely welcome.)

Jimin whines a little at the dirt on his clothes so you rummage through Jungkook's closet and know it will be a bit too big on him but it will have to do. You find three spare 99 cent toothbrushes in a pack of ten in the cabinet under the sink and have no idea who bought them or what happened to the other seven of them.

It all feels a little bit dreamy, you think; Jungkook closing the window in case it rains and Taehyung curling in small on the couch, making sleepy sounds with a hand resting on your thigh, lashes tickling your cheek as he leans in to press little kisses to your nose and your upper lip. Jimin hovers over you both and bites his lip, a nervous habit he doesn't know about. A purposeful action he does to get what he wants. You haven't figured out which yet.

Jimin makes grabby hands. You face Taehyung with as blank of an expression as you can muster, then say, "I don't know, Tae, what do you say we do?"

"I don't know..." he drawls, Daegu accent tugging at the vowels, a hand stroking at the soft skin of your belly, "Is this the part we ignore him and make out or something?"

Jimin, with one swift leap, plops himself on top of you both even as you all shriek and Taehyung yells a distant "Whose leg is this?!" followed by a low oof. You think that's when Jungkook plops himself on all three of you and all the breath leaves your lungs completely.

It's strangely domestic, they way you're all giggling even as Jungkook starts brushing his teeth with two of his toothbrushes and Taehyung spits a little bit, tooth paste dribbling down his chin, and you think Jimin chokes a little bit, too. You don't think you've ever been endeared by something so stupid but you wouldn't trade this for anything.

You all play rock paper scissors to determine who gets the middle, and Jimin wins with a victorious whoop but Taehyung says he was in the middle last time so they hand the win over to you. (Jungkook suggests you take turns next time and that's an idea you can definitely agree with so that's a topic for discussion for later.)

So then you're all squeezing into this bed that's much too big for four people, and you're a bit smug as you settle in the middle before Jungkook presses his cheek to your stomach with Jimin behind him and Taehyung on your other side and you all manage to make do.

"Ow! Tae-hyung, what the heck?"

"I didn't mean to pinch you! So wait, whose leg is this?"

"That would be me," you mutter.

"Oh." He says, then pinches you, too.

Your eyes start to droop as they start making quiet conversation; not about anything particular, but then Taehyung starts talking about what it's like to live with Jimin and dramatizes how romantic it is until Jimin pipes up saying they'd spent Valentine's day playing Minecraft last year, and Jungkook laughs so hard he snorts and does that thing where he starts randomly slapping people's shoulders.

They check up on you too, sometimes, pressing little kisses to your exposed skin with whispers of you awake, baby? and go to sleep, little love, and you're so pretty, noona-- and it's all a pretty dream, you decide. You'll stay here in this pretty dream and listen while the three tell you pretty things.

You feel Taehyung tug lightly at your hair, and you turn to face him and he grins so softly you turn to mush. His fingers stroke low on your waistband, your hipbone, and you feel him pull you closer before he even does, lifts you with a happy hum and then you're kissing and kissing and kissing, lips catching over and over until you're warm and pliant and melted into Jungkook.

"Pretty," Jungkook sighs, crawling up higher to press kisses to the nape of your neck, pull you flush against him.

Taehyung kisses you soft and sweet and then not so sweet but slow slow slow, just the way he likes to be kissed. Your hand reaches to cup his cheek and tilt his head just so, trace his jaw, tug at his hair to hear his breath hitch.

Jimin, with a deadpanned voice, says, "Well, this is fun," and you snort into Taehyung's mouth as he half-laughs, half-shrieks, then you all pile onto the vampire to tickle him and it's a mess and an even bigger mess when you almost knock him off the bed.

There's something nice about knowing that you'll wake up to all this tomorrow, to feather soft touches and lingering kisses. You like all your mornings with them, even the hectic ones, with toast crumbs and rushing around Yeontan and strings of panicked I'm late, shit, I'm—can you, will you—and lingering touches that shouldn't linger because you're all late.

But this is gentle, tender. Push too hard and it hurts because everything is exposed and vulnerable kind of tender.

You press a kiss goodnight to each of them, playfully slap Jimin's chest when he tries to keep you close and blow raspberries into Jungkook's mouth when he tries to tickle you, too, and when you move to kiss Taehyung's knuckles you smile at the little tattooed moon on his inner wrist, and you realize that you want to kiss it. Realize, too, that you are so deeply in love you don't know what to do with all of it.

So you kiss it. And you kiss him. And everything is warm.

"You look different these days," Seokjin murmurs, gaze more focused on squeezing the little plastic ketchup onto his french fries. Empty packets are already starting to pile around his plate, and his arm is kind of shaking from the strain, and it's. A little funny. You pinch the soft spot of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing.

"If you're just going to call me ugly, Jin, then just save it." You say, pretend to be annoyed, down some more of your drink like it's vodka.

"That's not what I meant at all! I'm saying something happened," he takes one sweeping look over your bundled frame and announces proudly, "You got laid! Holy shit. I never thought I'd see the day. My baby's growing up."

Namjoon nearly chokes beside him, looks around frantically, "Hyung, we're in public. Also, please never call Y/n that ever again."

"But it's true. You're all my babies," He announced without chagrin, popping a fry into his mouth. Namjoon attempts to look smaller, then mumbles a small prayer towards the ceiling.

"I didn't get laid." You deadpan, cupping a hand over your mug. You mutter a small incantation and feel it warm in your palm.

Seokjin continues his coos as Namjoon reaches over the table to clap your back, either as a form of support or an apology, you'll never know.

"You should ask them to move in, I'm sure they'll say yes," Jin continues, chewing thoughtfully.

"I've only been dating them for like three months." You say, but only receive a shrug in response.

"That's, like, a year in Y/n time."

"That doesn't make sense."

"You're right. Six months in Y/n time. Maybe seven."

You groan.

Namjoon then starts talking about the concept of time, which leads into the concept of beauty, which segways into a heated debate about toxic masculinity in the beauty industry, and then suddenly you're sitting amidst a conversation about gender norms and queer theory and it's. Too much.

Seokjin turns to you when he notices you've been quiet for too long, "Y/n-ah? You okay? Is this about the whole getting laid thing? I wasn't actually serious! Mostly."

"No," you say, feeling small suddenly, "'M just happy."

“Oh.” His eyes soften. "Good. That's good. Yoongi-chi said so, too."

Your heart warms. Warms at the thought that there are friends looking out for you, careful and caring, friends that notice when you're fine, notice when you're not. It grows a bit overwhelming sometimes, this small little reassurance you have, tucked away from prying eyes in a place where everything is soft. Little reassurance that says these, these-- these are the kinds of people I want to keep close.

"Yeah," You smile, say again but softer, "Yeah."

"Ask 'em to move in," Namjoon hums, "It'll be good for you all."

"Hey, Jungkook?" You ask one night when you two have been up too long, and it's late enough for words to spill more easily as if drunk. The werewolf hums and you continue, "Do you wanna move in?"

Jungkook stills and you feel something like bile start to surface up, up, but then he giggles and pats blindly at the mattress until he finds your hand and laces your fingers together.

"We're already roommates, Noona."

"I know, but like," you pause and peel open an eye and find Jungkook's gaze in the dark and he's already looking at you. You wonder if he'd ever looked away. "But like-- move in, you know? Like, boyfriend move in, because we weren't dating when you did move in, and—Don't look at me like that! You know what I mean!"

He's smiling, amused and fond, then says, "Are you gonna make me write a proper lease? Are you a nice landlord?"

"Forget I said anything."

"No," he drawls with a whine, giggles when you shift and turn so you're facing the other way. His hand snakes up your shirt, a finger trailing down the dip in your back. His nose tickles your neck as he continues, "Come back, noona. Baby."

He says it the same way he did before, when you'd first kissed and were both pretending it hadn't happened. Even before that, too. Saying it like it means something else.

Jungkook pulls you so that you're facing him and then you're nose to nose and he's grinning unabashedly, "Noona, I would love to boyfriend move in with you." He says adamantly, then he's pulling you in and tugging you close and kissing you hard, biting your lips cherry red until he slows and it's soft, soft, soft.

When you're both pulling back with droopy eyes and lazy touches is when you curl in small, feel him peppering kisses over your collarbone, "Can our boyfriends boyfriend move in with us, too?"

And then you look up and he's grinning big and soft and shy and-- Jungkook. "Yeah," he breathes, something deep and shuddering, "I'd like that a lot."

("Does this mean I can husband move in with you one day, too?"

"Go to sleep Guk," you say, hushed, then whisper, "That sounds nice."

You feel his smile on your neck and your heart soars up, up, up.)

There are new flowers on the table.

They're pretty, reds and purples and pinks dissolving into white. You smile, murmur sweet nothings to the one drooping outside the vase, watch as it perks slowly into place, petals fluttering. You'll make sure to sprinkle something on them later, help them stay for maybe a few weeks more. It's sweet, smells a bit like honey and marmalade.

"Peonies," you muse to yourself. You'd have to thank Jimin later. You can feel that Jungkook's a little calmer than usual, all safe and warm somewhere close, so maybe you won't have to wait long.

Footsteps pad softly over the creaking floorboards, and you turn to a sleepy Taehyung trudging towards you, rubbing at his eyes.

"Do you like peonies?" Taehyung asks as he watches you gently tuck the flowers into a vase, placing it somewhere where you can see, where the whole world can see.

You think for a long while, tracing a hand lightly over the petals, watch as they melt into your touch. The room gets warmer. It's always like that these days, you think-- warm, warm, warm.

Today, just outside, there are dandelions growing through cracks in the sidewalk. There's an old couple sitting by their porch holding hands. There’s a lizard resting in the morning sun, trying to grow a new tail. There is life. And you're learning to love yours quite a bit, too.

"Yeah," you say, not quite looking at him but you don't need to. He knows. Always does, really. "I think I do."

a/n: this is the end folks :( I’m gonna miss this bumbling trio :(( i’d like to thank u all so much for all the support on this lil series, hopefully this ending is satisfactory djksjd?? i might maybe write some drabbles for them at some point tho!! this was plotless and had like zero angst this is my level of longing for romance. ty for reading g’day

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