#the costume is great and all but my brain is telling me that You're Not Fucking Real and Humans Aren't Supposed To Look Like This

[loving-delusions]

got reminded black butler existed and

i may

or may not have

gotten fixated. just a bit. juuust a bit

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 29 Eddie Brock / Venom

Y/N had met Vee during a Halloween party.

A little intimidated by the crowd and not knowing anyone, she had stayed in her corner for a good part of it, until this giant with his incredible costume came to talk to her.

It would be a lie to say that she had not found him adorably charming, and she would have liked them to be more than friends, if he had not spent most of the time talking to her about his Eddie.

It was obvious that there was something strong and unique between Vee and this Eddie, even if he did not seem to appreciate him at his true value.

"He never agrees with me… He wants to control everything !" he had sobbed against her shoulder. "He says that I won't even be good at cleaning toilets."

"That's not nice. Maybe this relationship is not very healthy."

"But I love Eddie. He takes care of me and even though he's a stupid loser, he tries a lot. Maybe… Maybe I'm too hard on him."

"It's normal to have expectations from your partner. You need to sit down and communicate, to see what's wrong and find solutions."

"You're right, little morsel ! You're a good friend !"

Obviously very busy, Vee kept in touch with her by calling her almost every night and sending her messages, but never having time to see her.

He used Eddie's phone, while he slept. Before meeting her, Vee had never seen the point of having one, and he contacted her secretly because he found it funny to have a secret all to himself.

"But I'll tell him at some point, because we share everything. We're in symbiosis, we're one."

"That's cute. Do you think he'll be angry ?"

"No. Scared maybe."

"Oh." she wondered. "Is he the jealous type ? He'll be afraid that I'll steal you from him ?"

"I'd rather be afraid that he'll steal you from me, I think he'll love you a lot. And that's why he'll be afraid for you. He'll think I want to eat your brain."

Sometimes she didn't understand everything he said, but she found him funny and considered that he simply had a particular sense of humor.

But after several months of talking to him, he finally ended up running into him while a guy was trying to take her purse in an alley.

Vee jumped from a rooftop, growled at the thief, grabbing him with one hand, before biting his head off. Then he turned to Y/N, smiling.

"Eddie, she's my friend."

"Y/N ?" a voice that seemed to come from inside him asked. "Great, Vee, she's not going to freak out at all because you just killed someone. I already told you to go get some chickens if you were hungry."

"You never let me do anything ! He was mean ! He was attacking my Y/N !"

"Let me talk to her, okay ? So I don't traumatize her more than necessary."

In the end, Venom was an alien, and Eddie his host, a man not as horrible as she had imagined, simply trying to keep his symbiote from doing too much mischief so that they wouldn't be spotted by the government.

They fought often but they couldn't live without each other. Literally for Venom, even if they also loved each other too much to want to be apart.

As he had expected, the human had panicked a bit when he learned that he had a friend, that she didn't really know what he was, and that they were therefore putting her in danger just by talking to her. But Eddie had understood that she was important. He had felt it.

When Vee said that they shared everything, he was dead serious.

"I showed him a picture of you. He got an erection."

"Vee !" Eddie shouted, trying to silence the head floating next to his shoulder. "Shut up ! Those are not things to say ! Excuse him."

"Why ? I like Y/N, and you like her too, and she likes us. Her pheromones don't lie."

"Vee ! You're making everyone uncomfortable, stop."

"See ? He never agrees, he controls everything."

Y/N saw clearly, now understanding many things that had seemed a bit strange to her. She could have run away, but despite this surprising discovery, she really liked Vee, and Eddie seemed as charming as he was.

So she suggested that they spend the next Halloween, all together this time.

[shootingmorningstar]

Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

[adrienneleclerc]

Matching Costumes

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Latina! Reader

Summary: when they attend Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party accidentally matching each other but being complete strangers

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracy because of the hurricane and i never been to a Mickey Halloween party

A/N: Logan goes to Disney World with Oscar

Y/N was doing her makeup, putting the finishing touches to her Emily costume.

"Valeria, are you absolutely positive this costume looks good?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, oh my gosh, chill the fuck out. Anyone with half a brain cell can tell you're Emily from Corpse Bride. Even if they haven't seen the movie, they'd be like 'oh, you're the corpse bride', its that good. Now lets go, the party starts at 7 but i really want to go on the rides." Valeria said, she was dressed as Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice

"Going 2 weeks before Halloween feels ridiculous." Y/N said.

"I wanted to go at Halloween but we're having a Halloween party with all los tios y primos. Are you going to make those Jack Skellington conchas you saw on TikTok?" Valeria asked.

"I mean hopefully i can make them, I have a friend that works at a Mexican bakery so hopefully she can help me make them. Mami, ya nos vamos a la fiesta, nos regresamos a medianoche!" Y/N called out before leaving the house.

Meanwhile, Logan and Oscar were in the car on their way to Disney World.

"You could have at least put on makeup." Logan said and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"Be lucky i put on the green color hairspray." Oscar commented.

"You can't even tell if you're supposed to be Betelgeuse or the Joker." Logan said, as he was dressed as Victor from Corpse Bride.

"Do you see the suit? I am obviously Betelgeuse. I just don't understand why we are going to a Halloween party if it's not Halloween yet. And at Disney World, are you serious?" Oscar asked.

"Maybe if you weren't in Brazil for the Grand Prix for Halloween, we'd actually get to spend Halloween together, but you're going to Brazil." Logan said. "Besides, you never been to Disney World, and as a Florid native and your best friend, I can't let that happen."

"You are absolutely ridiculous." Oscar said, shaking his head. Logan entered the Disney World parking lot after showing proof of tickets, once the car is parked, both men got out and readjusted their suits.

"Also, chief, the makeup was more so people don't recognize you in Disney." Logan said, as he pulled out the kit he used for himself, asking if Oscar reconsidered, he ultimately nodded and Logan fixed him up. "Now we are completely in costume, lets head inside."

"Please, I really want to show Lily everything, she's been dying to come here." Oscar said.

"Then just go to the Paris one." Logan said.

Y/N and Valeria got out of the car and started walking to the entrance of the park.

"The wig didn't move, right?" Valeria asked,

"Nope, you're good, and mine is fine, right?" Y/N asked.

"You're good. Let's go in, I am so excited." Valeria said. As they were walking and having a conversation, Y/N tripped, causing her to bump into the guy in the Victor costume.

"Oh my gosh, i am so sorry." Y/N said.

"No worries, are you okay?" Logan asked. "I like your Emily costume, did you make it yourself?"

"Oh, yes i did." Y/N said, looking down and dusting off her dress. "I tried to keep it as accurate to the movie as possible. And you're Victor, what a coincidence."

"Yeah, my name is Logan." Logan introduced himself.

"I'm Y/N, and Lydia over here is my bestie, Valeria." Y/N said, looping her arm with Valeria's.

"This is my friend Oscar." Logan introduced him and Oscar did the awkward smile and wave.

"That is a great Betelgeuse costume. Most people don't fully commit but i like that you did." Y/N complimented and Logan gave Oscar a shit-eating grin and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"You should join us! 4 is better than 2." Logan said.

"Sounds fun! A little Tim Burton group costume, love it." Y/N commented.

"It almost looks planned. Oscar, we need to go on some of the rides, they have changes because its Halloween." Logan said.

"Yeah, we need to hit the teacups." Valeria said.

"Sure, lets go, we have pver 2 hours to kill before the actual party." Oscar said.

"You're going to love it, i swear!" Y/N exclaimed before the 4 of thejm walked to get to some rides before the event started.

They saw the parade, met Jack and Sally, did some trick or treating, saw the Sanderson Sisters performance, overall enjoyed the Mickey Halloween party.

"It was awesome meeting you guys, we should hang out outside of costume tomorrow." Y/N said. Oscar looked hesitant but Logan spoke up.

"Yes, we should. Oscar is from out of town and he doesn't mingle much." Logan said,

"His accent made that very clear." Y/N said giggling.

"How about just you and Logan hang out." Valeria offered.

"If Logan doesn't mind, I am all for it." Y/N said. Logan made the first move and added his phone number to Y/N's cell, which was already unlocked. "Forward, I like it. It was nice meeting you Logan, you two Oscar, hope you're enjoying Florida, have a goodnight." The girls walked away.

"You are really going to go out with a girl you just met?" Oscar asked.

"A relationship has to start from somewhere, chief." LOgan answered and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"You're so annoyingly American." Oscar grumbled before they made their way to exit the park.

When Y/N got home, she texted Logan.

Hey Logan! It's Y/N, we should meet at The Monroe at 12pm.

It took a few minutes for Logan to respond.

Hi! Yes, the Monroe sounds great, see you then

Y/N clutched her phone to her chest and squealed because she actually set up a date with a really cute guy.

The next day, Logan was waiting outside The Monroe, fidgeting with his shirt, he hasn't felt this nervous in a while. He then saw a women his age walking towards the Monroe.

"Logan?" she asked.

"Yep, thats me. You look differet without the makeup." Logan commented.

"Yeah, Halloween things, you ready for our first date?" Y/N asked.

"This is a date?" Logan asked.

"Only if you want it to be." Y/N said.

"I definitely want it to be." Logan said and Y/N giggled at his eagerness.

"Then let's go in." Y/N said and Logan opened the door for her, placing his hand on her lower back to guide her. Going to Disney World that night was the best decision he's ever made.

The End

I hope y'all liked it! It feels good to write for our American boy again

[malfiora]

Good Enough

Bruce probably wasn't meant to hear it, but his heart squeezes all the same. His fingers clutch at his chest and his throat works around the lump suddenly lodged in it.

"I'll have to ask my dad," Dick had said. The words belong to another child, one Bruce has never met. But that voice – its tone, its warmth, its certainty – is Dick. Undeniably, unmistakably Dick. He's talking to one of his teachers (Mr. Mather, he recalls only because he had to deal with Dick's insistence that his biology teacher be called Ms. Sciencer for weeks) and he grins when he spots Bruce stalled by the door. "Oh, speak of the devil."

Bruce stumbles his way through a conversation about Dick's exceptional grades and aptitude for abstract concepts and how he has real potential as a mathlete, but his brain is humming with wordless excitement at the word "dad" and eager to hear it tickle the air again. He floats on that feeling all the way home, even elongating their return to tell Alfred to pull over at that fast food joint Dick likes, the one with the milkshakes.

And then he crashes. Dick disappears into his room to allegedly do homework (Bruce is eighty-five percent sure he's actually hopping onto his computer to IM Barbara Gordon), and with him vanishes the warmth of being considered a father. Left in its wake is a coldness injecting nausea into his gut.

He can't be a – he doesn't know how to – when did Dick even – and why him? The past three years flash by in reverse: Dick dancing through a spray of bullets, tears streaming from Dick's mask as he watched Batman fall from a snapped line just like they did, Dick standing proudly before a mirror in his brand new costume, a gleam of murderous intent staring up at him, a broken boy swallowed up in an EMT's blanket while his world lay shattered at his feet. What has he done? How could he think that drawing this bright kid into his dark roost was a good idea? And now Dick thinks of him as a father figure – it's too late to go back, isn't it?

He isn't John Grayson, will never be, doesn't want to try. He hears the whispers among polite society speculating why he won't adopt Dick, but none of them come close to the truth. It's rooted in fear (inaction always is). Fear that he'll be seen as the fraud he is, and then Dick will leave and regret ever calling him "dad."

He's not even Thomas Wayne, not for lack of trying. His memories of the man are faded around the edges but he knows he devoted himself completely to any and all that he loved: his career, his wife, his son. Thomas Wayne didn't do anything by halves. But Bruce Wayne is constantly torn – one foot planted in civilian domesticity fumbling his way through raising a child, the other firm in Gotham's underbelly hellbent on redeeming the damned while keeping his kid partner safe from the danger that he throws him into in the first place.

"Sir," Alfred calls, his voice soft. "If you're done drilling a hole through the carpet with your eyes, I've put tea on."

Bruce blinks and looks up at Alfred. "Tea sounds great, Alfred."

He plods after Alfred and into the tearoom. Alfred deftly sets out cups, saucers, and bowls of cream and sugar before pouring the fresh brew. Bruce murmurs a "thanks" before sipping his. Alfred lowers himself into the seat opposite his at the small table.

"Master Dick seems to be doing well at the Academy," Alfred says. "I can't imagine that that caused your dour mood."

Those who call Batman the world's greatest detective just haven't met Alfred. "Dick called me 'dad' today," he explains calmly. "Not to my face. I overheard him say it to his teacher."

Alfred hums. "Could mean nothing."

That's...true. Dick may have used the term as shorthand. "Dad" is easier to say than "legal guardian" and more specific and personal than "Bruce." It could have been a Freudian slip, Dick's mind supplying him with a cognitive shortcut subconsciously. Bruce sets his tea down and stares into the liquid.

"Or," Alfred presses on (Bruce hates the way his heart lifts a little), "he is starting to see you – us – as his family." Alfred sips and watches him.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he admits after a while. "Alfred, I'm not – Dick deserves so much better than –"

When it's clear that Bruce won't finish the sentence, Alfred clears his throat gently. "If I may, I'd like to share a secret with you." Bruce nods. "There was a time that I considered leaving you."

Bruce's eyes widen. "What?"

Alfred nods. "I thought that after your parents, I was the last person who should raise a child, especially one who needed his world put back together. Surely the Kanes would have made better surrogates. Perhaps a foster if a suitable one could be found." He smirked. "I almost considered the Queens before that awful accident."

The blood is rushing in Bruce's ears. Alfred, his most loyal and longest friend, had wanted to leave him? "What changed?"

Alfred takes another sip, contemplates. "I don't think anything has. Everyday I wonder if I made the right choice. If I am being selfish staying in your life simply because I love you too much to let you go."

Again, Bruce's chest squeezes. Alfred, his Alfred, has the exact same fear. That somehow he'll fail his charge, will lose him. And all this time, Bruce has never considered going anywhere, can't imagine his life without Alfred in it. Maybe – is that how Dick feels? That Bruce is his? God, if that's true then...then Bruce as he is just has to be good enough. Because he's not going to let Dick go.

"My son," he says, testing the word. It tastes sweeter than the tea on his tongue.

[sleepyboywrites]

Creepypasta Fluff Headcanons for Trans!Male Reader Pt. 1 (Being a boy on his Period)

Because it's nearing that time again and being a boy on his period sucks ass. I'm making this to provide some comfort! For myself as a trans man and hopefully you too. This takes place with established and healthy relationships. Or as healthy as relationships with these characters come.

Tw: Possessive behavior, not necessarily wanted affection, rough contact, references to slight verbal abuse.

Eyeless Jack

• Run. Run right in the opposite direction if he hasn't eaten in a bit/is agitated. You will make him hungry due to his blood lusting demonic nature and he's not very friendly when he's hungry.

• You already aren't feeling great so if you go to him in that state anyways expect to be more uncomfortable albeit supported as a half-apology.

• If he has been satiated and is calm you may proceed to tell your demonic boyfriend that your cycle has begun and you are distressed and dysphoric about it.

• Cuddle bug. Like sits you directly into his lap and burries his face in your neck. Telling you words of encouragement. Think "I'm so sorry Baby boy." and "You're so strong y/n. One of the strongest men I know, I mean other men can't live through bleeding for 4-7 days on average."

• He's a med student so he knows the best ways to help with cramps and the physical pains that come with a menstrual cycle.

• He also gives you high testosterone foods and encourages you to wear one of his shirts and your boxers over your underwear to help with the dysphoria aspect. But he won't let you bind if your chest area gets sensitive.

• Tries to distract you and keep you as comfortable as possible

• Extremely protective during this time. He has a lot of self control but his instincts are still spiking under the surface screaming at him to lock you up/protect you. His emotional attachment to you paired with his constant hunger leave him clinging to your side and glaring at anyone else who approaches/gives you a weird look. Attacking anyone who hurts you emotionally or otherwise.

• Honestly a bit feral in a way akin to nesting.

• Insists on taking walks together once a day.

Laughing Jack

• A bit confused at first in his eyes he has erased any of your perceived biological imperfections.

• Hits you with the "But you are a boy" when you tell him you're feeling dysphoric and crying. "One who's very very important to me as well so please don't cry."

• Gives you your favorite candies and sweets

• Rubs your back when you're curled over in pain and sings you songs to help you calm down.

• Takes you to his amusement park and takes you on all your favorite rides and shows you all your favorite shows

•Always introducing the act as "Dedicated to the best boy in the world/my Favorite boy."

• Essentially his mentality is "I'm going to make sure this boy has so much fun he forgets the torment of having his brain stuck in the wrong body."

• And it fucking works. He has you laughing so hard that you can't tell where the stomach ache ends and the cramps begin.

• He likes to play "dress-up" in the sense where he has an array of gender affirming costumes and each day he insists you choose from the extensive array because even if you don't feel well at the moment doesn't mean you have to be reduced to a puddle of stained oversized clothes. He was always one for theatrics.

• If you say you really aren't up to dressing up he'll bring out an array of hoodies, baggy tees, shorts, sweats, or jeans instead.

• Genuinely just trying to distract and cheer you up

Ben Drowned

• Pretends to not know what you're talking about or why you're so upset. "Bro I assure you no one cares?" Followed by a long silence as he stares at you followed with "We all still view you the same, man."

• Then promptly refuses to leave your side

• Think anything from lurking in nearby electronics to straight up following you around everywhere.

• If a mission comes up he'll take you with him and make up some sort of excuse like he needs your help and your avatar is better abled than you physically. Alternatively if you have a mission he'll grab you and say he's coming with, before dragging you with him.

• Makes sure everyone is careful around you. No roughhousing or insults. Not at this time even if you protest.

• You had to break up a fight with the intent to maim once because Jeff had called you a "Pussy" in an attempt to agrivate you to change your mind about not being up for training today. Ben who had been lurking nearby lunged at him and you had to break the two apart.

• So much Gatorade. This boy makes you drink so much Gatorade.

• He also has a collection of snacks you normally crave and hoodies specifically for you in his closet.

• Let's you bind during your period until you don't take it off on time or act like you're in pain then he will take and hide it until it's passed.

• if you complain about dysphoria he'll roll his eyes as he drags you to his realm where your avatar already matches your gender and have you hang out there.

• Naptimes are mandatory once a day during this week because he knows it takes a lot out of you.

• Reminds you to take showers despite how much you hate having that reminder because you'll feel better afterwards and it helps with the cramps.

Jeff the Killer

• I promise he's trying. He's trying to keep things as normal as possible by being a jokey asshole dick like usual.

• Mans has your cycle engraved in his memory so on the first and worst day when you're at your grumpiest without fail he'll go "Can't you just give me a bloody smile god damn it?"

• You know he's joking and he knows he's joking but without fail you'll mock laugh at him, sock him in the nose, and walk away.

• One time you ran out of products and Jeff went to get them for you he called from the store and went, "Hey man, what size cunt do you have?" You shook your head, called him an asshole, and hung up.

• He tried to apologize by calling and texting and when you wouldn't answer he made you a care basket with hot wheels and various manly items such as boxers and button-ups/baggy tees. He also covered the pads wrapping in dinosaurs. And replacing "girl" with "boss" on the labels

• He's made a habit of getting you one of these everytime your supplies run out.

• Insists on more training and fighting because what better way to blow off steam and frustrations than a good ol fashioned fight.

• One time it went too far and the two of you ended up being patched up by EJ who scolded the two of you and said "If I catch you boys doing this again I will make sure Slender needs two new proxies."

• Always carrying ibuprofen and water. Always.

• Rubs your back if it hurts too much and treats you more gently.

•Will attack and maim anyone who misgenders you.

Homicidal Liu

• Liu is already constantly holding your hand as if he's scared you'll disappear, like the rest of good in his life, so you two are fairly well synced and sometimes you swear he can read your mind.

• You keep him calm, in a way that reminds him of before the incident because of this he knows all of you, obsessed over it and memorized it, including when your cycle is, it's linked in his internal clock.

• You'll often wake up to a warm bath and clean comfortable clothes if your cycle started during the night. While you bathe he'd change and wash the sheets then bring you breakfast to eat together after you finish.

• Tells you he's sorry that your body doesn't match your mind as he nuzzles into your neck. Snaking his arms around your waist and engulfing you in his weight. Sometimes uncomfortable but you know by now if you try to pry him off he'll only tighten his grip and agressively albeit incoherently mumble

•calm and supportive/protective and possessive are how his alters have always treated you. Both affectionate sometimes overly so. Heightened during your cycle due to you being in a more easily hurt and in a distressed mood.

• Think overlap of Liu and Sully's voices, "What did you just say to my boyfriend?" Followed by "You'll pay for that." should anyone so much as look at you funny in a way that'll make you feel worse about your current state of being.

• Said anyone would be carried away in a body bag. <333

• Gets you trinkets as well as anything you may be craving.

• Owns heating pads as well as cold pads at his disposal to help with cramps.

• Water/Gatorade and a variety of pain meds on hand. Always.

• Doesn't want to leave your side out of fear of you running into a less than kind individual without him there to support you and maim your instigator.

Ticci Toby

• You'd have to go to him about it because his ass doesn't know. His brain is on fifteen different topics at any given time. You occupy at least five but he doesn't have much memorized.

• He'll know that something is bothering you but won't know what unless you blatantly tell him.

• Once you do he'll probably try his best to limit his roughness/aggression and increase softer touches/tones.

• Much more pet names a lot less insults. IE: Instead of calling you a dumbass he'll call you pretty boy.

• If he gets frustrated expect said pet name to be said with aggression.

• He owns several weighted blankets he'd offer you to use on top of his own body weight when he flops onto you, should you want that affection. Though he still will with a piss-poor excuse of an apology if you don't and he does. Which he does frequently because you're one of the only people whose touch is gentle with him.

• Bad about carrying liquid. Good about carrying meds. So if you need an ibuprofen he will give you one but you'll need to either dry swallow or find liquid elsewhere.

• Also not the best at comforting you through your pain seeing as he doesn't experience that kind of thing himself. At least not in the same way, so he doesn't know what to do nor what you expect from him.

• He'll pick you up something he thinks you'll like when he goes out during this time but that ranges from "really sweet" to "the thought is what counts." Because sometimes his thoughts cross paths one too many times and he accidentally got you cleaning supplies instead of menstrual or edible treats.

• Think: "This rock made me think of you. Do you like [insert candy], because I grabbed some on my last mission. I meant to grab you strawberry mentos, because of a song I heard that made me think of you but accidentally grabbed menthol instead, I don't know how you'd use it but here."

• Essentially when you tell him he'll say "Okay, don't push yourself too hard." And then continue fairly normally while attempting to be nice.

Brian/Hoodie

• Initial reaction depends entirely on where/how you tell him. If you tell him in public in front of others he will simply look at you and say, "...okay".

• If you tell him in private he'll stare at you for a moment and then he'll give you a few well-thought-out sentences on how he'll be there to help and how you aren't any less of a man.

• If you give him a note or written thing however he will build you a cathedral out of paragraphs telling you that he'll do what he can to make you feel as good as you can, how this aspect doesn't change who you are not how you're received, and everything masculine and in general he adores about you.

• Always has water, meds, and a spare hoodie for you in close proximity.

• Doesn't treat you any differently in public or private.

• Very sweet most of the time, including this, minus his aggressive outbursts.

• It's very much the same old same old. He'll still melt into you and expect the same he'll still yell and throw things when he's having a n outburst.

• He'll still treat you as softly and as roughly as he does the rest of the time.

• Will get you your cravings if you ask but he won't really if he's unprompted.

• He may ask for your hand more often if he notices your distress/squeeze your hand more often.

• Though most of the time he won't he's too busy in his head or in what he's doing.

• Or alternatively trying to figure out what is in your head and what you're doing but not necessarily how you're feeling.

• He cares about you he's just not the possessive type in the way that leads to outwardly or intense displays of affection. Though if you even hinted to not wanting to be around people on your cycle you wouldn't be. He would hole up.with you until its over and be reluctant to let you go.

Tim/Masky

• Throws his reeking bomber jacket at you with a raised eyebrow. "Things like this provide some comfort right?"

• Cocky Bastard knows it's in his god-damn calendar and he likes to inadvertently let you know he knows.

• IE: throwing one of your favorite snacks at your head while you train or work.

• Bringing you water, Gatorade, and medicine to you when all you did is hold your head in your hands for five seconds.

• It's become almost a game of whether or not you can get away without him knowing.

• Mocking you lightly if you ask for help with anything. If you need supplies, or would like one of your cravings, or would like a heating pad anything. And you say, "Hey could you get me [blank] if you don't mind?" Or anything along those lines you will be met with an, "Ah ah ah pretty boy, say pretty please." When he returns with what you asked for dangling it out of reach.

• Also always asks for a kiss as payment for being your knight in shiny armor. When he gets you anything. One time he bought you a bag of chocolate kisses you were craving and when he asked you threw a chocolate at him and he chased and tackled you until you gave him an actual one.

• Deliberately and as a rule of thumb, Masky shows you a playful and cocky side he's created because you respond to it best.

• He rarely gets angry at you but when he does that anger translates to avoiding you and not speaking to you should he be in this state he will give you nothing, not even a hug during this.

• If you tend to be touch-starved during he'll be less likely to fall into that angry rut but if you're touch-adverse he's more likely to get into angry ruts because he'll take it as the front he crafted for you not being enough or attractive to you.

• Despite the fact it has nothing to do him and has everything to do with you being in physical and psychological pain.

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 52]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Chapter warning(s): This is a heavy chapter. There's a lot of strong emotions, exchanges of hurt and mean words between characters, self blaming/ hating.

The one month of music show promotions had finally come to an end. While the boys were still performing the new songs and promoting the albums in other countries and concerts, today was the last music show recording.

"You've worked hard, boys. Grab your things and let's go back to the dorm." The managers said once the boys changed out of their stage costumes in the studio.

"You guys go ahead. There's something I need to do first." Mingi told them, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What are you doing that's so secretive?" Wooyoung asked, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"I'm going to see Indigo or go to her studio, I want to give her something to surprise her." Mingi explained, mimicking the shorter's interrogative posture.

"Alright, we'll see you at home." Hongjoong nodded and waved to the tall rapper as he ushered the others to the exit.

Mingi headed down to your studio. He had something he wanted to surprise you and put on your desk. It was the photo you took as a group during the first music show win.

"Indigo?" He knocked and pressed the doorbell but there was no answer. Honestly, Mingi didn't know if you were in or not. When there was no answer, he let himself in. From the darkness, he guessed that you were not in. But when he turned on the lights, Mingi's face fell at what he saw.

Or what he didn't see.

The studio was back to it's original state. The small couch, desk and chair. There was no trace of you at all, as if you hadn't been working in there for the past few months.

"What the hell?" He frowned, feeling shock and confusion rise within him. Whatever was going on, Mingi needed to see you now.

"Taxi!" Mingi hailed a cab and told the driver to speed him back home. He didn't bother waiting for the lift and ran up the stairs to your floor.

"Baby!" He burst through your door.

"Mingi." You looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights. You called him 'Mingi'. That was when he took in his surroundings.

All your things were in boxes, the apartment practically empty. It was like you just moved in. But that was impossible. The only explanation was that you were moving out, not in. He didn't say anything, just looking around with wide eyes until his gaze fell on you.

"Baby. Tell me what's going on." He said, letting out a long, shaky breath to try and calm himself down. But right now, his brain was jumping to scary conclusions.

"I... I'm leaving, Mingi." You forced out the words.

"L-Leaving? T-To where?" Mingi took a step towards you but you kept your distance. Him being close to you would just make things harder.

"America, I got an offer... from a famous recording company there... Today... was the last day of my contract with KQ." You chewed on your bottom lip.

"T-That's great! I didn't hear you mention this at all. When are you coming back?" He asked, trying to look happy for you.

"I don't know..." You looked down. You couldn't look Mingi in the eye, knowing the hurt and betrayal he'll feel.

"Let's end things here, Mingi. It's been a good run... I... I'm grateful for the memories and moments... we shared... everything you've given me. But... this is where we end." You said, voice shaky. Taking a deep breath, you looked up to see Mingi just standing there, frozen at your words. Tears streamed down his face.

"No! No, no, no. This is not where we end. W-We'll try long distance or something. I-I'll wait, wait until you come back." Mingi argued, shaking his head.

"It won't work out, Mingi. We know that..." You wiped your tears.

"Y-You're not even going to try? Please, baby. Please." Mingi begged, choking on his sobs.

"Our jobs... will never let us be a normal couple... We'll be living in secret... It was wrong of me, from the start, to think that we could ever be something more..." You hugged yourself.

"No, don't say that!" Mingi yelled, making you flinch. You've heard Mingi yell but never at you. But truthfully, you knew you deserved it.

"You can't just p-pack up and leave. Why do you give up on us so easily? It was meant to be u-us against the world. But you're just leaving like we meant nothing, like I mean nothing to you." Mingi's words cut deep like swords.

"This opportunity-"

"Bullshit! Tell me the real reason you're leaving all of a sudden!" Mingi demanded. He refused to believe that you were doing this because of a better opportunity in another country.

"This has been the plan for a while now... I just told CEO Kim to let me stay until the last day of promotions." You gulped.

"And you didn't think to tell me? Am I the only fool here who doesn't know this?" He asked in disbelief.

"No one else knows... Not even Hongjoong... I told Eden not to mention it... I didn't want to ruin the comeback or distract anyone with my departure." You said.

"And how did that work out for you?" He spat.

"I thought... I thought y-you were different, that we had something genuine... that we shared a connection. I've never loved anyone more, I-I've never willingly gave anyone else my heart and trust. A-And you... ripped it up so easily. You..." He couldn't even finish his sentence amidst his anger and crying.

"I'm sorry." You repeatedly apologised to him.

"Stop telling me you're sorry when you don't mean it." He said. You shook your head, you did mean it. You were sorry for lying to him, betraying him and hurting him.

"I do mean it. All I'll ever do is hurt you, Mingi. I can't be the right person for you." You shook your head.

"I promise, I was going to talk about it to you. I didn't want things to get like this." You tried to tell him but you knew it was no use.

"What? You were going to tell me right as you were boarding the plane?" He scoffed.

"No, of course not." You denied. Even if you knew this would hurt you both, you wouldn't do that. Mingi deserved to hear it from you in person, not over the phone, not from someone else or not through a letter that you leave behind.

"What's the point, right? Whether I found out on my own or whether you told me, it would have still ended the same way..." Mingi's jaw clenched as he spoke words of bitterness.

"You should have just left without saying anything. It would beat whatever this is." He said.

"Mingi, this wasn't an easy decision to make... Please, it wasn't something that I decided overnight." You told him.

"You sure as hell made it look easy... The way you just... decided on your own to leave, pack up your things... Did you even think about me at all when you made all these decisions?" He asked.

"Of course!" You replied. You didn't mean to yell, you were just going to standing there and take all his berating but you couldn't help yourself.

"Did you even love me?" He whispered.

That was it. You broke down into loud sobs, sinking to the ground as you cried. This was harder than anything you've ever done before. The pain was immense, consuming you entirely. Of course you love him. You love him more than anything in the world. Mingi was now your world.

"Go. J-Just go. Y-You don't even care about me anyway." Mingi said, his voice now void of all emotion.

"I do care, Mingi." You cried.

"If you did, you wouldn't have given up on us so easily." He said, walking out the door and slamming it close. You could only watch him, stopping yourself from running after him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as you continued to cry, curling up into a ball on the ground.

You deserve this, you deserve for Mingi to hate you. If it kept him and everyone else safe, you would willingly be the bad guy.

Picking yourself up, you hailed a cab and went to pick Haneul up. You would be taking her to America with you since you didn't know if you would ever be back.

"Thank you for everything, ahjumma. Really. I know I can never repay all that you've done for me." You bowed deeply to her. When you straightened up, the ahjumma nodded her head. For the first time in forever, she gave you a small smile.

"It has not been easy for you." She said. Your already fragile heart broke even more as you cried. The old lady hugged you, patting your back.

"Take care of her." She whispered.

"I will. You know I will." You repeated as you cried. When you heard Haneul coming, you pulled away from the hug, turning around to wipe your tears.

"Unnie, are you okay?" Haneul stared up at you in confusion when she saw your red eyes and nose.

"Yeah, I'm fine, baby. Go say goodbye and thank you to ahjumma." You told her. She giggled and ran to hug the old lady.

"Be a good girl and listen to your sister." The ahjumma patted Haneul's butt, kissing the top of her head. You grabbed Haneul's bag in one hand, the other holding her hand. With another deep, grateful bow, you walked with Haneul out of there. It was expensive but you took another cab back home.

Your phone was ringing and buzzing off the hook, an indicator Mingi had told them what happened. You were hoping that the boys would not show up at your house since you were with Haneul.

"Unnie, are you really okay?" Haneul asked as you both got down from the cab.

"Yeah. Why do you keep asking?" You chuckled, squatting down in front of her to tuck her fly away hair behind her ears.

"You seem sad. Are you sad?" She tilted her head. You didn't reply her, pursing your lips as you tried to come up with an answer. Instead, Haneul reached up to hug you.

"Don't be sad." She patted your head.

"Thank you, baby. I won't be. Because you're here with me." You lightly pinched her cheek. She giggled shyly and you headed into the building with her. When you stepped out of the lift, you were thankful that there was no one waiting outside the door for you.

"Are you sleepy? Let's get showered, changed and in bed." You told her, putting her bag aside. After a quick shower, you dried Haneul's hair and laid with her until she fell asleep.

"Ugh, I need a drink." You grabbed a bottle of soju you had left in the fridge and poured it into a glass.

'I'm outside. - Hwa'

'I don't want to see anyone... Haneul is sleeping and I just want to be alone. - Indigo'

'Are you really not going to tell them the truth about why you're leaving? You'd rather leave and let them believe their own conclusions? - Hwa'

'It doesn't matter at this point. I'm already leaving tomorrow. I've caused enough hurt here. - Indigo'

Downing another shot of soju, you pushed yourself to stand up and open the door. Seonghwa looked up from his phone, taking you in. You sniffled and went into his arms as he hugged you. You cried into his chest. Not wanting other neighbours to see, Seonghwa walked you in and closed the door.

"Hwa... I hurt him so bad... I really... I hurt him." You cried into his chest. He shushed you but you were inconsolable.

It was no use, what you did broke both your heart and Mingi's heart into a million unfixable pieces. This was all your fault. You could only blame yourself for this.

"I'm sorry you have to do this and take the blame all on your own." He whispered.

"It's okay, I deserve it." You shook your head.

"No, don't say that. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve to have your life threatened just because you fell in love. You shouldn't have to sacrifice it for others." Seonghwa denied.

"Maybe it's better for him and all of you to hate me. It'll make leaving easier." You looked up at him. Seonghwa cupped your cheeks, lightly brushing your tears away with his thumbs. If only he could convince Hongjoong to come talk to you.

But the captain was still in shock. Seonghwa convinced him not to confront you after seeing the state Mingi returned home in. He knew you would be in a worse state. So he locked himself in his room.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Seonghwa asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Tomorrow afternoon. The movers are coming to get the final things in the morning." You informed. Seonghwa nodded his head.

"Don't come to the airport tomorrow, okay? It'll make it harder for me to leave. And Haneul might prefer to go with Bunny pancake oppa." You tried to joke.

"Then I guess this is goodbye and good luck." He smiled softly, tears brimming his eyes.

Now it was your turn to reach up and gently wiped the tears that slipped down his cheeks. You hated this, a part of you didn't want to see it. That's why you dreaded it. You didn't want to be the cause of anyone's tears. And now, your big brother Seonghwa was crying because of you.

"Keep in touch, okay? At least let me know you're alive." He hugged you tightly.

"Maybe not for the first few months... Or I might be tempted to leave and come back." You said. Seonghwa nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"I know I have no right to ask for anything... But please, take care of Mingi for me..." You said, your lip quivering as you cried.

"You know we will." He promised.

"You'll always have a place here with us. We're family, no matter what." He kissed your forehead. With a final tight squeeze of a hug, Seonghwa let go of you and left your apartment.

Returning to bed, you crawled in with Haneul. You softly brushed her hair back and placed a kiss on her cheek with a loving smile on your face. As long as Haneul was safe, you promised to keep her safe and that's a promise you'll keep.

"I love you so much." You whispered, holding her close as you closed your eyes.

While Haneul slept, you worked with the movers in the morning to get your remaining things ready to be shipped to your storage unit here or to your new house in America.

"Please help yourself to the coffees and breakfast muffins." You gestured to the counter, bowing.

"Thank you." The workers bowed. You went to pack your suitcase.

"Unnie?" Haneul sat up, looking around before finding you seated on the ground in front of the luggages. You waved at her.

"Good morning, baby." You smiled. She slid down from the bed, crawling into your lap and holding onto her plush tightly. You didn't mind that she was leaning against your chest as you packed. As she slowly woke herself up, her eyes followed the way you packed the clothes and laid them down.

"I heard you and Bunny oppa talking last night... I was sleeping but I could hear you." Haneul said. Your hands stopped. Just how much did she hear?

"I heard you crying and saying sorry. Why are you sorry to Bunny oppa?" She looked up at you.

"Because goodbyes are hard, baby."

"Then why are we saying goodbye? I like the oppas, they should come with us so we don't have to say goodbye." She asked. You didn't know how to tell her.

"Sometimes, we just have to say goodbye to each other, even if we don't want to." You told her.

"Then is big princess coming with us? You said you're like an omma and appa that haven't got married yet right?" She blinked. You shook your head with a small smile, stroking her head. You didn't blame her for being curious, she was close to them too.

"Big princess needs to stay here and work. He and the other oppas stay here and make people happy when they sing and dance." You explained to her.

"Let's brush our teeth and have some breakfast. How about cereal and yoghurt?" You suggested, knowing they're her favourite.

"Yes!" She grinned, taking off to the bathroom. Thankfully, you managed to successfully distract her.

"Alright. Yoghurt and cereal!" You took the items out of the fridge, putting them in plastic disposal bowls for her and handing her the spoon. She sat with you in the bedroom as she ate.

"Unnie, where is your breakfast?" She tilted her head.

"I already ate this morning, baby." You ruffled her hair with a smile. You finished packing some luggages and put them aside.

"Bear oppa!" Haneul suddenly exclaimed, making you whip your head around. Haneul abandoned her yoghurt and ran to hug Jongho's legs. Jongho smiled softly, stroking her head and bending down to hug her tightly. Seeing Haneul leave her favourite yoghurt behind just showed how much she loves Jongho.

"Hey." He nodded over to you. You nodded in reply.

"I'm sorry the place is a mess. The movers just got the last of the boxes this morning." You apologised. Jongho shook his head with a hum. He sat down with Haneul in his lap.

"Here." He handed her the bowl of yoghurt and cereal for her to continue her breakfast.

"Mingi hyung told us." He said.

"I see... I honestly wasn't expecting anyone to come at all so I'm surprised you're here. I was just going to pack up and go." You shrugged.

"They wanted to come... But I was the only one that could do it without crying. Plus, I wouldn't let you leave without seeing my little bear and saying goodbye." Jongho chuckled.

"Is the house in America all settled?" He asked.

"Yeah. They've got everything ready for me. A big studio space, a nice apartment in a fancy complex, all that. The agent even sent me some schooling options for Haneul when we get there. I'll need to look those over before enrolling her." You explained.

"That's good. Well, no matter where my little bear goes, she'll do well. She's so smart." Jongho looked down, pinching Haneul's cheek, who giggled happily.

"There's a Korean International School... It would be good to go there to continue under the same education system." You thought out loud.

"Especially if you're planning to come back after some time..." Jongho said.

"But-"

"I know you don't know what the future is like yet. I'm just saying 'if'. It'll make transitioning easier for her, I know some kids have a hard time with migration." Jongho explained.

"Yes and I want her to continue speaking Korean as a first language, not a second." You said and he nodded. There was a short silence that hung in the air.

"They don't hate you... you know... Or at least, most of them..." Jongho added, as if he was reading your mind. You were grateful for his honesty. In your head, you already knew who amongst the boys would be the most upset. Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Yunho probably had some strong words to say to you.

"They should hate me. You should too. Especially after what I did to Mingi yesterday." You said bitterly.

"We both know that deep down, you didn't want to say those words. You didn't want to have to do that, to purposely hurt him. I know you still love Mingi hyung." He looked at you.

"You do?"

"If you didn't, you wouldn't be leaving."

~

Series Masterlist

[onim5]

🎃A starving vampire🎃

🎃Halloween special🎃

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Warnings: None

No mention of gender

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Ace leaned against the wall. It was cosplay day to celebrate Halloween in school. He himself had dressed up as a smexy vampire, knowing people would surround him and beg him to suck their necks for blood. And hopefully, 'you' would be one of them. He looked around. What had you cosplayed as? Hopefully, something sexy . . . . . . . Yeah, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Ace sulks as he spots you dressed up as a potato sack.

You were roaming around helping out with decorations and setting up. To really set a theme. Damn, you sure as hell looked adorable doing it. Ace grins, it was a good thing he didn't try to match you like he planned from the beginning. Imagine him, Ace the bad boy, running around dressed as a potato sack. Yeah, no, don't do that.

"Hey, potato brain!" He calls out. You turn and look at him. There were no signs of annoyance nor fear, just a confused, innocent expression. He sighs.

"You do know we're supposed to dress up to something scary?" He asks.

"But you haven't either." You simply answer. Ace raises an eyebrow in confusion. Vampirecosplays are normal. What could possibly be wrong with that?

"You dressed yourself up to look sexy." You point out. And that was true, so he couldn't really say against it.

"Alright, you caught me red-handed, mold." He answers, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Calling you mold, hoping for a reaction. You slink a hand down your costume and hold up a molding potato.

"Yep, is this what you're searching for?" You ask with a big grin. Ace body slumps down. He's really disgusted and disappointed. Why does he like you? Like, just why.

"I made them myself," you then blurt out, holding up two more and shoving them before his face. Ace leans back and carefully grabs one. Finding it to be fake. Oh, thank God.

"You put a lot of effort into this . . . . Costume, I see." He says, giving your molding potato back. You put down the potato in your costume again.

"Yep, I can see you also did that." You praise, looking him up and down. Ace was a bit surprised, you could tell, since he mostly looked normal. Having black clothes and some red deatails, and his suit jacket.

"Thanks, now, maybe you have some blood to offer this starving vampire~" He says, in a seducing voice.

"Nope, I'm a potato sack. No blood here." You shrug with a smirk. Ace can't help but sulk down. He really, just really, really, wanted to give you a hickey. Folding his arms, he looks down on you.

"Oh, who placed a potato sack here? Better put it in the cabinet, where it belongs." He says in a dark tone. You step back, still smiling like a dork.

"This sack is cursed. You never trap it in a cabinet." You laugh, running away. Great, now is time to chase this dumbass around. Let's play this game. Ace thinks, a dark smirk crossing his features. But before he can even start chasing, you fall flat on your stomach. It looks ridiculous.

"Damn mold, you hurt?" He asks before walking up.

"Yes, it hurts a lot." You answer before rolling on you back, looking up at the towering vampire. Ace offers you a hand, which you take. Then he lifts you up from the ground.

"Hmm, I never eaten cursed potatoes. Would you mind if I try a bite?~" Ace asks, hopeful. You wiggle back and forth, thinking.

"Fine," you mutter, showing your neck for him. The poor guy likes you so much it's embarrassing, and maybe you should let him have a chance . . . . . After all, he was a starving vampire.

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[twenty-orange-balloons]

Inspired by this post

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Lan Wangji didn't know where the rumor came from or how A-Yuan had heard about it but he supposed it wouldn't harm anything to give in (It had nothing to do with his son's pleading gaze, honestly it didn't it did).

The house from the rumor, if Lan Wangji is thinking of the right one, was just a few blocks away from the usual path they took home after trick or treating. It wouldn't be that out of the way.

"Alright. We can stop by that house on the way back."

A-Yuan screeched in excitement, "Yay! Jingyi is gonna be so jealous!" He hopped up and down, the bunny ears on his head flapping.

Lan Wangji really hoped this guy was as nice as the rumors made him seem. He'd hate to see his son disappointed.

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The man was definitely as nice as the rumors said, he was also absolutely stunning.

Lan Wangji didn't speak much on a normal day but as soon as the man, Wei Ying, he'd introduced himself as, opened the door, all words fled Lan Wangji's brain except four–

'Oh no, he's hot.'

It got even worse (better) when A-Yuan eagerly wished the man a happy birthday and gave him a bunny drawing he made, gaining a bright, beautiful smile.

(A-Yuan informed him it would be rude to wish the man a happy birthday yet not get him anything. Lan Wangji wasn't gonna spend money on a stranger. They compromised on a drawing.)

"Aw, thank you! I will put this on my fridge! Front and center!" Wei Ying beamed, gently setting the drawing down on a small table by the door, "As a thank you, why don't you take a toy as well as some candy? If your dad doesn't mind, that is." Wei Ying glanced at him with a questioning look.

A-Yuan turned wide eyes up at him, expression pleading, "Please, please, please?"

How could he possibly say no when both A-Yuan and Wei Ying were looking at him like that?

"Mn."

A-Yuan jumped up and down with excitement, turning to Wei Ying with a happy grin.

"Okay, little bunny! Pick whichever you like." Wei Ying said as he grabbed a small bucket hiding by the door, it had a bunch of colorful little toys in it. Varying from, what Lan Wangji can identify, bubble blowers, tiny skateboards, small stuffed animals, bouncy balls, and a lot more. It definitely wasn't a small amount. He wondered how much Wei Ying spends on Halloween every year, considering he also had a big variety of candy on offer as well.

A-Yuan took a long moment, seriously debating which toy he wanted, eyes flickering back and forth between items before they apparently landed on the one he wanted.

A small stuffed butterfly.

"A great choice!" Wei Ying praised, his beautiful smile once more appearing. Lan Wangji would be lucky to leave this house with his heart intact. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

A-Yuan grinned right back, face flushed with happiness.

Wei Ying noticed his continued staring and looked at him with a, was that flirty?, wink.

"Now, Lan-gege was it? Thank you for bringing this cute little rabbit to my door. It was a wonderful birthday present!" Wei Ying ruffled A-Yuan's hair, right in front of the hood with bunny ears he wore, "Don't tell the others kids but—" he leaned down to stage whisper, "You're costume is my favorite of the night."

A-Yuan lights up like a lightbulb, clutching onto his new butterfly shyly. Lan Wangji felt a spark of pride at the words, they spent a long time debating which costume to get. The adorable bunny costume won by a wide margin.

"Really?"

"Definitely! It reminds me of my own little bunnies." He admits brightly.

"You have bunnies!?" A-Yuan all but screeched, immediately shooting his father a sheepishly look of apology afterwards.

"I do." Wei Ying shifted the bowl in his hands, letting it rest against one hip, "Two of them. They came as a pair, I couldn't separate them even if I wanted to." He laughed, a tingle of something Lan Wangji would rather not identify, but it felt warm and sharp, shot through him at the sound.

"Woah. Can I see them?"

Wei Ying glanced at Lan Wangji, then behind him, Lan Wangji didn't have to look to know there were more kids coming up the drive. He could hear their shouting and laughter getting closer, parents calling after them to be careful, they unfortunately needed to get going.

"Maybe another time, if Wei Ying is okay with that." Lan Wangji offered before he knew it.

Wei Ying was more than okay with that. As soon as the words left Lan Wangji's mouth, Wei Ying was already nodding, "Yes! I would love that! Uhm–" he looked once more at the approaching children, "Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon? I work from home, so it won't be a problem." He said with a soft laugh, "And you already know where I live!"

Lan Wangji was supposed to have a meeting in the afternoon. He barely had to think before he replied.

"Of course. We will be here around 12."

A-Yuan nodded as well, happily taking his dad's hand as he made way for the other kids.

"And Wei Ying?" Lan Wangji said as Wei Ying started to turn towards the children crowding his doorway, "Happy birthday." he added, earning himself a truly breathtaking smile before gently tugging A-Yuan back down the driveway.

Maybe some rumors are worth listening to after all, he thought as he made a mental note to reschedule his meeting tomorrow, this one definitely was.

[esmedelacroix]

19 days til' Christmas

boyfriend!song mingi watches your nutcracker performance⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Mingi always had a very tight schedule. He couldn't make it to a lot of your recitals. But he knew how important the Nutcracker performance was to you because this year you were a rat you had gotten the role of the sugar plum fairy.

It was your first big role in a ballet like The Nutcracker. You felt like you were finally being recognized for your talents and you needed Mingi to be there supporting you and cheer you on.

Your nerves were never really an issue because you didn't get extravagant roles ever, and you were usually in the back. But now you would be in the spotlight. Mingi must've been accustomed to it but you were not.

"Mingi I'm so nervous! Please tell me you're here," you pleaded as you paced in your dressroom.

"I just entered the building, baby, walking backstage right now, take a deep breath please," he reassured as he hastily walked backstage.

You heard your door swing open and saw your sweet boy standing in the doorway looking through the mirror. "My love, you look enchanting," he started as he opened his arms for you to hug him.

You ran to him and let him wrap his arms around you sharing his warmth. "Give me a kiss, beautiful," Mingi demanded softly.

You got on the tips of your pointe shoes and gave him a smooch which quickly escalated to you peppering his face with kisses. He left your dressing room with stains of your lipstick on his lips and neck.

You placed the pink tulips he had gotten for you on your desk as you began to touch up your lips. You could feel most of your nerves floating away. You barely needed to put any blush on just thinking about Mingi.

The hairstylist came in shortly to finish up your style and by the time you knew it, you were being called backstage. The nerves started to rush back as you peeked out at the vast crowd. When you looked up you saw your Mingi sitting in the balcony seat looking down at the stage waiting to see you dance.

The show begins, the curtain lifts and everyone behind the stage is waiting for their cues, warming up, and making sure that they memorized their dances.

Act one finished, you didn't do much during that time frame other than warm up and help people change their costumes and fix their props and hair pieces.

Act two began and the only thing you could do for your nerves was peak up at Mingi and remind yourself of your greatness and the fact that you got this role because you were good.

Time flew right by and as soon as you knew it the Tarantula dance was coming to an end and you were up for the dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

The lights raised and you too center stage with a smile on your face despite your nerves. The audience clapped for you and you got into your pose waiting for the orchestra to begin laying the song.

You began as you heard the strums of bows and violins and the piano began to play the familiar tune. You started off smoothly, still a bit nervous but you were hitting each move perfectly.

After ailing your first set of spins you were beginning to have fun. You looked up at Mngi occasionally who was staring at you, mouth hanging with an awe-struck expression.

The moves were already carved into your brain and if you felt like you were forgetting your muscles most certainly were not. As soon as it started your number ended and you received a standing ovation from the audience. You didn't forget or stumble.

Even with all the cheers, it felt as though it was only you and Mingi in the room.

You took your bow before exiting the stage with the brightest smile. The rest of the performance went on without a hitch and you found yourself doing your final bows before running out to the main lobby to find Mingi.

All of your fellow performers were greeting their loved ones and you were looking for Mingi in the crowded halls. Finally, you caught sight of him and the two of you hugged like you hadn't seen each other in four years.

"You did an amazing job baby, absolutely amazing!" he exclaimed as he kissed you on the cheek while offering you even more flowers.

"Thank you for being here, Mingi, this is like everything to me," you said as you looked up into his eyes.

"Oh course my darling, you looked so beautiful, I don't think there is a word in existence to describe how perfect you were tonight.

The ride home was filled with laughter, cheer, and excitement for Christmas the next morning.

"I like watching that dance a lot more than seeing you in a rat suit last year," Mingi teased.

"Ha ha ha," you sarcastically chuckled as you landed a playful punch on his arm.

"I don't know why I was so nervous, you must be my lucky charm, you watching my performance is the only Christmas gift I really need," you sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder.

With that, one of the best Christmas Eves you had ever had ended with Mingi and ballet, two of your most treasured things in the world.

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argument pt 2?

[here's argument pt 1 (i guess lol); u don't need to read it for this to make sense fully but if u are so inclined & haven't read it yet it might be helpful context.]

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you don't know what else you expected. upon a very quick reflection — once your brain reorients itself from beatrice is so hot — you realize you were foolish to think anything else, especially not without a discussion. but, still —

'what are you doing?'

it's clear what beatrice is doing, standing with jillian in one of her fancy labs. she's dressed in all black, a t-shirt delightfully tight on her biceps (focus, ava) tucked into loose pants reinforced at the knees, boots that are tougher than normal but lighter than those you would typically wear in combat — ones she prefers when fighting because it allows her quiet, stealth, full range of motion. 'trying on new armor,' she says, and if it was years ago, the spike of anger that starts in your gut and shoots up your spine — anger, and sheer panic — would have set the halo off.

jillian looks between the two of you — your fists clenched; beatrice's arms crossed over her chest — and says, 'well, i'll be looking over some specs in... another room,' and excuses herself.

wisely.

it hits you, all at once, when you look at beatrice — your fiance, your life partner — that, right now, maybe more than ever, she looks like a soldier. it's not been lost on you over the years, not with her nightmares and the quiet, chronic pain she bears with little more than a tender wince some mornings, the way she loses herself after loud noises or too many people in a crowd, her usually steady hands trembling — it's not been lost on your that beatrice has been fighting for a long time.

'you can't seriously be telling me you're not going to stop.'

'i'm fine, ava. i was cleared by my surgeon and my physical therapist to return to all normal activities.'

you're so used to gentleness, now, even with demons to fight on occasion and the lingering affects of a holy war too great to fully comprehend. you're used to beatrice's loose cotton crewnecks you like to steal; the rust-colored linen pants she loves, light in the breeze off the water. you're used to her whining for posterity about couples halloween costumes, her afternoon naps with her kitten purring on her chest softly. you're used to dates she plans meticulously that you don't even try to mess up because she's so intentional with how she loves you, full of thought and care. you're used to your big house on the beach and her laugh in the afternoon, the freckles on her shoulders, her hand in yours.

'i don't understand.' you release your fists with the progressive muscle relaxation you've worked on in therapy, then take a deep breath. 'you — you want to keep fighting?'

you're the one who changed her dressings after surgery, who took her to months and months of painful and slow-going, steady physical therapy. you're the one who washed her short hair with the gentlest hands you could, even that hurting the bone bruise along the back of her skull. you're the one who filled the prescriptions for her pain meds, who held her hand when she woke up. you're the one who loves her the most. you're the one who thought she was going to die.

'i —' she seems at a loss, for a moment, and then, 'it's my duty.'

'your duty?' it comes out shrill; so much for your muscle relaxation. 'beatrice.'

she clenches her jaw.

'you're telling me that you're, what, just fine getting fitted for new armor because your last vest got punctured by shrapnel and almost killed you?'

'ava.' it's a warning, and a tired one — exhausted from over a decade. 'you're still fighting.'

'i don't have a choice.' you hate yelling but you're overwhelmed by the idea of having to go through what you did again and again. 'don't you want — don't you want to choose?'

she swallows and leans back against the counter. 'if i —' she shakes her head.

'bea.'

'i — i can't.'

'i want to live,' you tell her, an echo of one of the first things you knew years and years ago, and her lower lip trembles. 'for so long i have wanted to live so badly, bea.'

'i know.' her voice is laced with unshed tears.

'i — do you want to?'

she sniffles and tilts her head back to look at the ceiling; it's a sure tell she's trying to compose herself but you can see her shaking, holding it in. 'i never thought i would.'

you step toward her, wait until she offers her hand. you lace your fingers together and wait. 'did you want to?'

'i didn't think — i didn't think i deserved to. i didn't think that me living a good life would be nearly as valuable as, well —'

'dying young in a blaze of glory for god?'

it takes her a moment, because it's the hardest thing in the world to hold, this grief, but then she laughs a watery little sound. 'something like that.'

'okay, but — do you want to now?'

it hangs heavy in the air. you know that she goes to therapy faithfully and you've seen her cry multiple times watching the sunset; she touches you like a benediction. but the answer is impossible to come by, sometimes — worthiness, and belief. 'who am i, ava, if not... this?'

you remember a book you'd read a few months ago, one of mary's favorites, that had made you cry often — where does it all lead? what will become of us? these were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. it leads to each other. we become ourselves. it's easy, to kiss the faithful gold band on her ring finger and then take her in your arms, put a protective hand to the back of her head. 'you're a fucking miracle,' you pray into her skin. 'you're the love of my life. you're a genius, and a black belt, and someone who avidly watches reality tv and tennis, only one of which is worthy of that kind of devotion.' you feel her laugh, snotty, into your shoulder. 'you're so pretty, and so handsome, and really funny when you want to be and sometimes even when you don't. you're remarkably forgiving; an incredible friend, a wonderful sister. you're someone who surfs because the ocean is beautiful and you want to see the sunrise. you're a very hot lesbian, and you're my fiance, and you're going to be my wife. you're my life partner. you give the world so much more than it has ever, ever deserved.' you both back up, just so you can look into her eyes. you hold her face in your hands, as gently as you can, run your thumb along a cheekbone, the constellation of freckles there that have bloomed in the sun by the sea. 'you will always serve the world, i know that about you. you're a child of god,' you say. 'you're beatrice.'

it doesn't surprise you when she kisses you gently and then tucks her face into your neck and lets out a full body sob. you rub her back through it, hold her up when her legs grow weak. eventually, as she always does, she calms and composes herself, steps back and dries her tears, runs a hand along her hair. her eyes are red but she takes a deep, steadying breath.

'thank you.'

you kiss her cheek. 'you're also my favorite.'

'now that i do know.'

you grin. 'don't get me wrong, like, fuck the military industrial complex obviously, but this is kind of a look.'

she rolls her eyes but her shoulders settle and then she looks at you seriously. 'i want to live a long life.'

'yeah?'

'so badly.'

'it's a little scary, right?'

she lets out a shaky, honest breath. 'yeah.'

'well, we'll figure it out.' you kiss her, the first of a kind stretching out ahead of you, infinite. 'i have an idea?'

she sighs, and you can't help but laugh.

(you watch her slice a plum on the shore of the lake in the alps you used to train at all those years ago, the lake you knelt down in front of her and she agreed to be your wife. the fruit is juicy and a color you can't quite bring yourself to comprehend: blood, your favorite sangria at the beach, natal dahlias. the house you stay at now — a few quiet days before you head home — is small and gorgeous, with a giant bed and a wall of windows that overlook the mountains. i love you here, you tell her — i love you like this; i love you however you are meant to be — i love you in peacetime, and you watch her slice a plum, the juice red and sticky on her fingers. she puts it to your mouth gently and the taste explodes like a kiss. she smiles and you feed her too; she sucks your finger into her mouth and you close your eyes — there will be time enough to touch her later. the water is calm, and the flowers are in bloom, and the sun shines bright.)

[thenightfolknetwork]

Back when I was in school, I thought it'd be great fun to create an urban legend or local cryptid. I got some friends together, managed up some costumes, snuck out at night, wandered around looking creepy. And it was; great fun, that is. Sure we were all tired the next day whenever we did that, had weird scrapes and bruises from stumbling around in the dark, and at most we ever heard someone mention that they thought they saw "an animal" out where we were lurking; but we were out with friends, doing something we probably weren't supposed to do, we were young, it was wonderful.

We grew up, as tends to happen. We found more interesting things to do late at night. A bunch of us moved away, including myself. Gradually, we mostly lost touch with each other. I mean I could probably still contact all of them if I really needed to, it would just be awkward. I never mentioned those "adventures" to anyone, because as I got older, it just seemed more and more embarrassing, plus -- as I came to realize -- INCREDIBLY insensitive to the creature community. For the last few years, I've been trying to forget all about it.

Until recently. I was chatting with my mother on the phone, and she mentioned that in the past few weeks, there have been Sightings in the area. She'd never shared it before now, because it was just some minor local gossip, except she'd seen it herself the day before; just a glimpse, but what she described, it matched how we'd dressed up, how we'd moved, even the places we'd done "appearances" in.

My first rational thought was that maybe she'd known the whole time -- as a kid, you're a lot worse at being sneaky than you think you are -- and this was just a very time-delayed prank on me. But I looked into it, and it's not just her telling this to me; I won't bore you with the details, but if this is her prank on me, it's better planned and coordinated than most military operations.

There's three explanations I can think of. The first is that one of my friends has decided to start it up again, after all these years, for whatever reason; or they'd shared it with someone who decided to do the same. On the face of it, this would be easy to check, but that's not taking into account the crippling awkwardness that doing so would entail, plus I know for a fact that the person who'd be my best suspect for doing this, doesn't live within easy travel of the place any more. There's other reasons that make this option seem unlikely to me, but they involve personal details I'm not going to share.

The other possible explanations I can think of, are more up your alley. That either somehow a bunch of dumb kids managed to close-enough replicate what an actual being, that actually exists, is like, and now one of them is there, maybe as a coincidence, or maybe to find the "other one" (which never actually existed, because it was just us). Or that somehow, that same bunch of dumb kids managed to accidentally CREATE a being. To put it in the silliest possible way that my brain keeps repeating on endless loop, accidental catfishing or accidental parenthood.

Should I look into this further? Do I need to swallow the awkwardness and talk to the others? Come clean in public with what we'd done? (I don't think any of it was technically illegal, plus we were children at the time, but it would still be even more awkward than my current benchmark for 'extremely awkward'.) Is it none of my business? Should I start actively hiding any involvement? I go back there about once a year, to visit my parents, and it's a few months still before I'd be expected, so I have time, but I'd need to have a plan in place first.

First of all, reader, I'm glad to hear you have since come to understand how incredibly inappropriate and insensitive your actions were when you were a teenager. I hope young sapios today are a little better educated on the matter of treating liminal cultures and identities with respect, but I confess, it is not a particularly robust hope.

I hear your concerns that you and your friends may have participated in some kind of accidental manifestation. I think I can put those fears to bed. Bringing forth an entity through the power of imagination alone is an astonishingly difficult feat, and one which requires a great deal of concentration, dedication and, frankly, natural magical talent. It would be unusual to the point of near impossibility for a group of teenage pranksters to stumble their way through such a working without knowing it, and even more unlikely that the effects of that working should remain hidden for so long.

I think it equally unlikely that you somehow happened upon an accurate representation of an existing, but as yet unknown, genus. The creature community is vast and varied, and the chances of you managing to cobble together anything like an accurate representation of a genus you've never seen before seems highly unlikely.

However, there is always the possibility of… let us call it “suggestion”. When you think back to that period, is there anything you can remember that motivated you to design the costume as you did? If you can trace your inspiration directly to, say, a particular book or a certain film, then we can set this aside as a possibility.

But if at any point you felt your decisions were driven by something less tangible – if it felt as if “inspiration” had struck, and you moved by shared instinct, all seeming to strive for the same end without communicating that end to one another – then we might start to consider the possibility of external influence.

This could also explain why these sightings have started again. Rather than being a living creature suddenly coming out of hiding, this sudden apparition seems more likely to be another group of young sapios, subject to the same external influence as you and your friends were all those years ago, compelled to don the same costumes and cavort in the same places.

Quite why anyone or anything would be exerting psychic/phasmic influence to this end, I can't guess. There doesn't seem to be any harm in it, apart from inducing sapio teens into insensitive behaviour – and let's be honest, it's even odds they would have done that anyway. And in any case, I think this explanation falls firmly in the “none of your business” side of things.

I say, draw a line under the affair, and move on. Someone in your town may be playing silly buggers, but as an erstwhile silly bugger yourself, I'm sure you can allow them their bit of fun.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

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Prompt sources are linked

*Smutty prompts; 18+ only please

“I can’t believe you remembered.” 

"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."

"What makes you think I want to kiss you?"

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view."*

"Show me how much you missed me."

"Come back to bed."

"Shut up and kiss me already."

“I like your costume, you look very cute.” “Are you making fun of me?”

“Aww, you’re blushing. I like that look on you.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?”

i'm in my bed, you're in your bed. one of us is in the wrong place.*

"My sister thinks we're dating."

“you’re going on a date?” “well yeah..it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything right?” “yeah..yes ofc not” “yeah”

"I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you."

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."

"tell me what you want, baby."*

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”

“Awww. Did I fluster you?”

"I had a very nice dream that started like this."*

"It's so hot when you talk like that."*

“I don’t really want to get up. I’m so comfortable right now.”

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”*

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”*

"why are you staring? is there something on my face?"

"you're so oblivious aren't you"

"I want to hear you beg."*

“hey - in case no-one else’s said it, you’ve been doing some really great work lately. i really apprec- i mean, all of us really appreciate it.”

“you remember how i take my coffee?”

“don’t tell anyone else, but i like working with you the best.”

“i figured you wouldn’t have the time, so i went and picked up lunch for you.”

“wow, someone’s looking good. who’re you trying to impress?”

“one date, that’s all i’m asking for. one night to let me show you how good we could be together.”

“i think people are starting to notice that you spend more time at my desk than you do at your own.”

"Stay with me tonight. please."

"You're all I think about."

"Let me hold your hand."

"if you're so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don't you just confess to me right now?"

"where do you see yourself in twenty years?" "with you."

“i heard you reminiscing about it the other day, so i called your mom and got the recipe.”

“i genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i’m going a little crazy.”

“i think i love you…?” “….. think?” “let’s just say a ninety-nine percent chance.” “i’ll take it

“Our babies would be so cute.” “Oh, yeah?”

“I can’t wait to have a baby of our own.”

“can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”

“i think i deserve a kiss.”

“you’re so cute when you’re all flustered.”

“hey, have you seen my hoodie?… you’re wearing it, aren’t you.”

“so, uh… how’d your date go?”

“No need to rush—we have all night.”*

“If we weren’t in public right now…”*

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.” (Flirty but not smutty)

“How about we continue this somewhere more private?”*

“I haven’t said that we’re done here already.”*

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”*

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 11 Javi G

Y/N had been working for the Gutierrez family for a long time. A bit before the father died.

A brilliant accountant, she had quickly become friends with Gabriella, and without really trying to with Javi, who would soon become her boss.

It seemed stupid and cliché to fall in love with him. First, because it was not a good idea to have a relationship with her superior. Then, because he was too good for her. And finally, it seemed obvious that something was happening between him and Gabriella.

She liked them both very much, readily acknowledging that they went very well together, so Y/N never tried anything, staying in her place.

Several years had passed, Javi's cousin was in prison, he had started in the cinema with the help of the famous Nick Cage, and everything was going well in the best of all possible worlds.

Except perhaps from a romantic point of view. Even though they now had free rein to show the world their love, it seemed that Javi and Gabriella were too shy to admit their feelings to each other. Y/N didn't dare something, it wasn't her business. But she wanted them to be happy and was starting to get impatient.

When she learned that a Halloween ball was going to be organized, she thought she could subtly push the two idiots to talk to each other.

"What will your costume be, Gabriella ?"

"I don't know yet. I don't even know if I really want to dress up, I'm not a child anymore."

"No ! There's no age limit for having fun, and Javi will be disappointed if you don't come."

"Probably, but I'm the one who's going to manage everything so that the party is perfect. I can still wear a costume I guess, but I don't know which one."

"Why not something in common with Javi ? That would be really funny !"

"Hmm. I'll see. And you, what are you going to dress up as ?"

Y/N didn't know yet either. She hadn't really thought about it, not considering it to be of great importance, totally focused on her mission.

Like a good friend, Gabriella decided to help her by giving her some advice, eventually convincing her to choose Little Red Hood. Simple and fun disguise, among those who would be disguised as monsters.

When the big night arrived, it was a surprise to see her friend as a witch, and Javi as what looked like to be a trapper. Maybe they hadn't managed to find a common idea.

She asked him after a few drinks, when he came to keep her company on the balcony.

"A common costume ?" he wondered. "She didn't tell me about that. On the other hand, she insisted a lot for me to be a hunter."

"You're supposed to be a hunter ? But you don't have a gun."

"I'm a nice hunter, my knife is mostly used to cut my cheese. And you, Little Red Hood ?"

"Yes. Gabriella's idea."

"Ah."

A slight silence settled between them, their gazes falling on the ocean, as their brains began to understand their friend's plan. The latter was gesturing at them from the ballroom, grimacing, trying to make them understand that they had better things to do than stand there like that.

"Hmm." Javi said with an embarrassed pout. "She had spoken of a wolf too, for the wild side, before opting for the hunter, the hero who saves the girl."

"I don't really understand why your lover would want such a thing… If it's to make fun of me…"

"My lover ?"

"It's okay, Javi, everyone knows. You two are perfect together. I suspected that she had understood that I was… But I never said anything, it's not nice to do that."

"Wait… But I'm not with Gabriella. We're just friends. She knows I'm in love with y… Uh…"

"In love with ?" Y/N asked, turning to him, her eyes full of hope.

"I…"

"But damn it, kiss each other !" Gabriella yelled from across the room. "I've been putting up with this for an eternity, that's enough !"

With all eyes on them, Y/N and Javi felt even more embarrassed than they were before, realizing that they had loved each other for years, without ever having thought that their feelings were reciprocated.

The last to know, those around them were impatiently waiting for them to stop behaving like idiots. Even Nick Cage had noticed what was happening, even though he had just met them.

Shyly, Javi placed a kiss on her cheek, which made the assembly scream with joy. But if he didn't dare do more in front of witnesses, when they were alone, he quickly demonstrated that he could very well have chosen the wolf costume.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

How would Riddler, Scarecrow, and Hatter (your fave iterations) react to their s/o sending them suggestive pics while they're out or on a job?

"Salacious" BTAS Scarecrow, Zero Year Riddler and Arkham Mad Hatter x reader

oh how dare you ask my favorite iterations. That's so HARD. I think my favorite iteration of scarecrow might be BTAA, but I'm not comfortable writing him yet- so BTAS. Riddler it's a toss-up between Zero Year and BTAS. Hatter is between Arkham and BTAS. If I was answering this on a different day of the week the favorite Riddler might change, I love that man and all his forms.

OKAY. coin flip- Zero year Riddler and Arkham Hatter. Obviously if anyone wanted different versions of this prompt please feel free to send it!

TW: NSFW, little fear kink

BTAS Scarecrow

He almost drops his phone. It wouldn't be the first time. In fact, he's chastised you to not do this- if for no other reason than you being personally responsible for three cracks across the beaten up phone screen. He clicks his tongue and frowns.

He chooses not to respond. It's a game for him. Not to show he's angry, no, but to keep you on that little precipice of fear. Since he is possibly the worst at returning texts anyways, you likely won't put too much thought into it. But he is thinking. Brewing. As soon as he's done with his business...

Jonathan purposely chooses to stay in costume. Whichever costume might be your favorite. He uses his key to your shared home... quietly. Oh-so-quietly that you might barely be able to detect someone there. And he sees you, skimpy dressed and waiting by the phone for a response. Your back turned to him.

You jump a little at his hand grasping your jaw from behind, his other on your abdomen. The rough material of his mask kissing your neck. His voice is almost a growl, "Didn't I tell you not to distract me while working?"

Your own voice is coy, "I just missed you, that's all." The way your heart races gets his blood flowing other places than his brain.

His hand drops low between your legs, making you squirm, "Then I suppose a lesson is in order on listening, wouldn't you agree? If you listen... you might just finish tonight."

"And if not...?"

"Well. I'll still enjoy myself."

Zero Year Riddler

The smug look that goes over his face. His dear Aphrodite/Adonis? Sending him a token of their favor? If he wasn't occupied... well. You might be getting a little something back. Alas. He sends you a note to keep your eyes on the news. And not to get dressed.

His grand plan to heist Gotham is like most- showy, theatrical and the cops are five steps behind. Batman three. What you hadn't been expecting was a gesture in your honor, your name in literal lights. He'd managed that rather quickly.

See, in his mind, he expects to hide the cash, get home and find you posed on his bed waiting for him. It's not a lot to expect, is it? Even if it's not exactly to the mental picture, however, he can hardly wait to see you. Investigate any potential lingerie up close.

"And just what were you expecting, hm? A treat? Some great reward for showing what I already know to be mine?" He grins wide as his hands caress your legs, "A silver tongue? Shh, shh, it's alright. That's exactly what you're going to get. So why don't you spread these gorgeous thighs and give me your best high note?"

You are going to be quite the mess by the time he's done with you. And then he's going to fuck you until all you can think of is his name.

Arkham Mad Hatter

Oh-ho! He's in a giggling fit as the picture flashes up on his phone. Due to his head in the clouds behavior a lot of people assume he'd be useless with a phone. On the contrary, he's too good with it. Messaging you all kinds of nasty things-

Then he's interrupted by the goon he's working with. Oh, right. Suddenly this all seems so boring in comparison to what he could be doing. How droll it would be to give it all up and go see his dearest Alice immediately! ...But unfortunately this plot took far too much planning and preparation to simply throw away.

He's almost pouting the whole time, it's sad. Sending you filthy limericks to preview all the things he wants to do to you once he's home. You very well might get a hasty, slightly blurry photo of his dick if you get him riled enough. Tufts of his brown-red hair at the base, his hand cradling the shaft.

"Enough to make your mouth water, isn't it, you wicked creature..." He texts to you. Considering the almost Pavlovian hold he has on some of his partners, that could be exactly what you're experiencing. Send him more photos to keep his night exciting!

When he does get home, he's going to be tearing any scrap of clothing off of you. It's fine, he can fix it or make something new later. Right now he wants you begging on your knees, prepping for his cock inside of you.

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep11 “Super Doc"

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: The boys once again decide to meddle in Doc's past.

The episode begins in Doc's lab! Which is a rare setting in this season (we usually have a green screen background).

Doc is fighting a battle against a heavy trunk, and he's losing.

He's about to take Clara, Jules, and Verne to the airport, and told them to just pack "only a single piece of luggage." They packed a gigantic, heavy trunk that Doc can't move. He says that Clara and the boys are going to visit his Great Uncle Jonah, to which my initial thought is: how old is that man?? It's not like there is any indication of time traveling being involved, as we're in "present day" and he's dropping them off at the airport. And Doc is, what...80-something at this point? (factoring in the 10 years he lived in the Old West building the time train and the fact that the cartoon takes place in 1993)

You're telling me his GREAT UNCLE is still alive??? The guy must be like 140 years old!!

I call shenanigans.

Anyway, Doc says that he'd need super powers to lift the trunk, which reminds him of a time in his life when he actually did believe he had super powers. This brings us into the cartoon.

Verne is up in a tree being taunted by his peers because he's afraid to jump out and use a rope to swing across a stream and land on the other side.

Apparently, this is part of the initiation to join the "Mega Muscle Man Club," which is based on a popular comic book superhero. Verne's classmate tells him he has one day left to prove he's worthy of joining the club. Another kid pipes up to say that Verne's too chicken to do it, and Vernie sadly climbs down the tree while all the boys cluck at him. :(

Meanwhile, over in Doc's lab, he's putting the final touches on the pair of "booster boots" he's built for Marty. "These booster boots will aid you in your yearning for more altitude," Doc says, to which our empty-headed Marty replies that all he wants is to be taller. Marty tests them out and is pleased that he won't have to stand on his tiptoes anymore to kiss Jennifer.

Ridiculous, short little man.

Verne comes stomping in, complaining about having to swing from the tree, and Doc tells him he shouldn't do something just because someone tries to pressure him. Jules soon joins them, carrying a box of things he'd found while cleaning out the attic. Marty finds a newspaper dated 1952 in the box that contains an interesting article.

Yeah. So...Doc was a wrestler. Because why not.

Doc says he never actually went through with the match, instead deciding to pursue a life of science. Those are quite the two choices to be stuck between.

I think the writers for the show just had a gigantic dart board filled with any random idea that popped into their heads and they threw darts to come up with the storylines and pieces of character lore. "Yeah, so for this episode...uh...Doc" *throws dart* "used to be a wrestler. I guess."

As soon as Doc leaves the room, Jules and Verne start lamenting how they wish their dad would have chosen to be a wrestler. Marty, who never thinks about the consequences of anything ever, immediately runs to the DeLorean and tells the boys to jump in. Because there's no way that going back in time and convincing Doc to choose such a wildly different path will have any negative impacts, right?

The boys head to 1952 and attend the wrestling match, where the announcer says that Emmett "Brain Buster" Brown has yet to show up. If he doesn't enter the ring in 10 minutes, he'll have to forfeit the match. Also, there's a banner advertising "Fepsi."

Marty, Jules, and Verne go backstage, where Doc's manager is panicking over his refusal to show up to the match. Jules and Verne propose they track down their dad and convince him to wrestle while Marty wears the costume and pretends to be Brain Buster until Doc shows up.

Marty protests this decision, telling the manager that girl scouts used to beat him at arm wrestling, so how could he possibly wrestle for real??

Over at Doc's apartment, Jules and Verne pose as reporters for their elementary school's newspaper and ask for the full story on how he got into wrestling. Turns out, the whole thing started because Doc was at the grocery store and reached for the last potato the same time as the manager did. They got into a physical fight over said potato, and Doc won. The guy offered to make him a wrestler and set him up in a match against Mad Maximus.

Because Doc wrangled a POTATO out of a man's hand.

Doc tells the boys that he's since decided a life of wrestling isn't for him, but they work to convince him to give it a try. Verne gives Doc the booster boots so that he can get to the arena on time, and they all head over to the match.

The audience members in the backgrounds are highly amusing, btw. A lot of them are completely faceless beings, but some of them have these generic looking stick figure type features, and I have to share them.

LOOK AT THEM! They're adorable!!

So, just as the match is about to start, the guy in charge of the crank that lowers and lifts the microphone lets it fall, and it bonks Doc on the head. When he wakes up, he thinks he's an actual superhero named Mega Brain Man. The boys follow him as he runs around the city stopping "crime" (he keeps wrongly interpreting innocent situations as crimes lol)

After attempting to stop some bad guys from blowing up a building (they're construction workers demolishing a condemned building) he gets hit on the head again and regains his senses. He returns to the arena to continue with the match and is, of course, truly awful at wrestling. After losing, Doc tells the boys that this is what he gets for letting others pressure him into something.

From there, we cut immediately back to the present day, where Verne is once again being told to swing from the tree in order to join the Muscle Man fan club. Despite continued accusations that he's a chicken, Verne is able to tell his classmates that he isn't going to jump. And that's where the cartoon ends.

We return to Real Doc, who is waving to the airplane as it takes off with Clara, Jules, and Verne. Doc says he isn't going with them on the trip because he's got work to finish. However, once his work is done, he's going to travel back in time and go with them. Which. Okay.

The science experiment portion teaches us what helps planes and helicopters fly.

We return very briefly to the airport tarmac, where Doc is wrapping up the episode and preparing for some incoming rain. He tells us that he hopes the experiment helped to teach why airplanes can fly but humans can't. Unless! You had a device that forced air pressure under you, which, whaddya know, Doc has!

An airplane flies by, and the resulting influx of air simply carries him away.

Adios, Doc.

A silly, silly episode. I kind of wish I'd been keeping track of all the pieces of Doc Lore from the cartoon, because Cartoon Doc has led such a wacky life.

Join me next time for another episode where Marty is a horrible boyfriend.