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no nevermind, instead i’ll organize it differently by my alignment when i reblog things i think?

thinking about separating my harder kinks from the lighter ones on this blog. should i make a secondary blog? hm,,,

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Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

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Plan B

Kinktober request: 10 Fuckboy Mingi, Breeding

Pairing: Fuckboy Mingi x Fem reader

Summary: You and your best friend Hongjoong go to Wooyoungs annual Halloween party, when you're alone you spot your ex and run into a new person instead.

Word Count: 5K

Kink: Breeding kink

Warning: Breeding, toxic guy behavior, plan B mentioned.

A/N: Idk why I made this super long but enjoy lol, I wanna finish up my kinktober request!

Minors dni

"'Scuse me, what kinda candy is in that box? My mommy says I can pick whatever candy for da trick or treaters!" A cute little girl dressed as a princess asked you. You looked down at her slightly startled by her when she tugged your jacket. You stood awkwardly and looked at her and back at the small blue box in your hand, and it definitely wasn't candy, it was a plan B.

"O-oh no... um it's a special adult candy you take after an oopsie with a boy they should have never oopsied with." You said, why on earth didn't you just say no? Your brain was just scrambled after the party from last, while it was amazing there was absolutely some mistakes made in the process of living your best life.

...

You got a text from your best friend Hongjoong about making sure to be ready by 10pm so he could pick you up to go to Wooyoungs annual Halloween party, the best party of the year everyone at your college raved about it. This year you wanted to be sexy but cool and chose to be D.va from overwatch, the bodycon spandex suit showing off your perfect ass and plump breast, you were bound to catch someone’s eye. Your phone rang at 9:43pm and you answered knowing exactly who it was. "I'm coming out now." You said then hung up, you grabbed your jacket and put on your boots and met Hongjoong at his car and got in the front. Once inside you saw him dressed a simple vampire.

"What the fuck Joong, I thought we were being sexy and cool." You said taking off your bunny ears so you could comfortably fit in the car.

"Vampires are sexy and cool, what the hell even is your costume?" he asked as he pulled off.

"I'm D.va from overwatch, thank you." You rolled your eyes.

"What the hell is overwatch??" His eyes darting around in confusion.

"Whatever it doesn't matter if you recognize me, as long as the hoes get it."

"Oh god here we go again with this hoes thing, you've been saying you were going to do a one-night stand with someone and never do cause you're still all hung up over Jongh-"

"HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED." You interrupted him and said, you didn't want to spend another one of your nights sad about your ex Jongho.

"Fine, we're here anyways." Hongjoong parked a bit away from the packed party, you two exited the car and walked to the house party ready for an eventful night. Once inside you paid the entry fee and looked around to see everyone in their costumes and having fun drinking, dancing, smoking and socializing.

"Hongjoong, Y/N, you made it! " A familiar voice said, you both looked over to see the man of the hour Wooyoung dressed as a very sexy Harry potter, fuck if Hongjoong didn't make you follow his new dumb rule of not being allowed to date his friends after the break up with Jongho you would have fucked Wooyoung right then and there. He patted Hongjoongs back and hugged you leaving a pleasant smell of his cologne in the air, his eyes traveled up and down your body. "Lemme guess, D.va? Overwatch?”

Your face got hot, and you felt a bit shy under his gaze. “Yeah, do you play?”

“Kinda, my bro San plays more than me but if hot girls like yourself like you or online then I’ll absolutely be getting on more often” he said winking at you. Hongjoong looked at you two and noticed the tension and rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, anyways bro we’re going to grab a drink.” Hongjoong started pulling you away and Wooyoung giggled and waved.

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Wooyoung” you gave him a goofy little smile and continued to be pulled to the kitchen.

“Remember the fucking Rule Y/N! I want friends that have never seen you naked.” He pulled you two in front of the punch bowl of jungle juice and started making you both a cup of the mix of liquor and juice.

“I know Hongjoong I know.” You took the cup from him and started to drink with him you both pulled the cup from your lips and made a face.

“Jesus fucking Christ is that just sugar and liquor” Hongjoong said as his face was still twisted you both laughed.

Another person laughed and you both looked up to see Seonghwa dressed as Tom Nook from animal crossing.

“Hwa hey!” You walked over to hug him.

Hongjoong just smiled a bit and waved. Seonghwa was Wooyoungs friend from high school that you and Hongjoong met a few times and Hongjoong had the hugest crush on him. You smirked at him averting his eyes and his ears turning red.

“You too look adorable by the way.” Seonghwa said after hugging you back.

“Thank you Hwa, I think Hongjoong makes a very handsome Vampire, amiright?” You looked over at him shooting you daggers.

“Oh absolutely, you look really good in a cape Joong.” He smiled at the shorter male.

Hongjoong averted his eyes again and rubbed his neck. “Ah, thanks you look nice too…”

“I hope I don’t look nice enough to bite.” Seonghwa bit his lip then looked up at Hongjoong while taking a sip of his drink. You had a cocky grin because you’ve been trying to get Hongjoong to make a move. Hongjoong awkwardly laughed and you covered your face with your cup to hide your 2nd hand embarrassment.

“Well, I’m gonna go scout the scene.” You said trying to be anywhere but there and to give them some space.

“Oh, I’ll come with-“

“No! I gotta be alone to find the cute guys Joong, you’ll scare the hoes” you and Seonghwa laughed, and you walked away and deeper into the party. As you scoped the scene you noticed a pretty good variety of guys but no one that caught your eyes. But then your heart dropped at the worse possible scenario when you reached the back rooms. In the sea of people, you saw a purple head of hair that made your chest puff in and out with anxiety, why him and why here? There Jongho was dressed in his normal clothes with bear ears, he wasn't big on dressing up for Halloween or parties so to seem him standing in the corner with his arm around the waist of another girl. Your heart pounded and your breath was short, you wanted to escape him, wanted to escape this room, escape feeling sad and crying about him. Watching him flirt and touch girls hurt you a bit. You bit your lip to hold back the tears but started to fail. Jongho looked up from his conversation to see you fighting back your emotions and stealing glances of him. He told the girl to give him a second and started making his way over to you. You panicked seeing him coming and quickly wiped your eyes and ran out the room.

You pushed pass the party goers just looking for somewhere to go, you went upstairs into one of the bedrooms and quickly slammed the door. You back away looking at the door hoping that he didn't find you then you bump into something. When you turned around you jumped seeing you didn't bump into something you bumped into someone.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, is this your room ?" you said apologetically.

The tall silent man dressed as Gojo from jujitsu kaisen just stood there and chuckled.

"You're good, yeah this is my room, did you need something? You know you're pretty far from the party, I even turned my light off so no one would find me." The man said.

Now that you checked your surroundings you realized the bedroom was dark and only lit by the moonlight outside, the party music could barely be heard since the room was in the back of the house. Once you finished scanning the surroundings you finally get a good look at the man whose room you invaded. You got a bit shy when your eyes panned up his tall frame to notice the fairly handsome man with grey hair and black glasses sitting on his forehead to complete his cosplay.

"I hope you're staring because I look good and not because you think I look lame." he said shaking you out of your thought.

"No! You look good, like really good, you're Gojo right?" you asked.

"Oh, I love a woman that knows her anime, and video games." His eyes traced over your figure as he studied your costume along with the way the cosplay hugged your body in all the right places. "Yeah, you'll absolutely do for the night." he whispered to himself lowly. "So, what brings you up to my room?"

"Well, it's kinda dumb but I was running... from my ex." you said embarrassed now that you heard how ridiculous that sounded.

"Damn I get that, I'm Mingi by the way." Mingi said reaching out his hand.

"I'm Y/N" You shook his large hand.

“I was just about to head down but since I have someone with me now you wanna stay in chill with me? I got some real liquor here." He smiled slyly then took a seat on his slightly messy bed he reached next to him and grabbed the bottle of tequila sitting next to his bed, your heart thumped a bit but then you remembered you were here with someone.

"I think I have to check on my friend though, let me text them to see where he is." you pulled out your phone to text Hongjoong then realized he actually texted you 10 minutes ago.

Hongjoong: Hey, Seonghwa wanted to see my studio I built so I took him. Tell Woo to give you a ride home and don't fuck him. Call me when you're home.

You chuckled at the text knowing that Hongjoong was going to have a nice long night. "Never mind, I guess I can hang for a bit" You sat down on the bed a bit further then him. He looked over to see you sitting far and laughed.

"I won't bite unless you tell me too doll, sit closer." He waved you to come closer with his two long fingers and you inched a bit closer, not moving by much. "Some more" you got a bit closer again. "More." he smiled as he grabbed two solo red cups to pour shots for the both of you. When you still barely moved Mingi decided to take matters into his own hands, he put the cups on the floor and hooked his arm around your waist to pull you in. You were sitting thigh to thigh at that point, your face was hot. "Much better." He grabbed the cups again and handed you yours.

"I-I didn't know you meant this close." You said shyly.

"Of course, pretty girl like you I would want right next to me, lucky I didn't pull you in my lap." he winked then held his cup next to your to do a quick cheers to take the shot. You tap his cup then you both chugged down the alcohol. The burning in your chest was strong as the bitter taste sat on your tongue and throat. Mingi took out his phone and played some hip-hop and RnB at a low volume. You both took more shots and sat and talked more as the night progressed. The party downstairs was still going but it started to die down as more chill music was playing downstairs as well. The more liquor you drank the more you remembered why you didn't drink tequila straight. Your pussy was throbbing and sitting alone with this beautiful man, his deep voice and his plump and soft looking lips didn't help. You've known Wooyoung a whole year and was wondering where he was hiding this fine ass man this whole time. The burning between your legs got worse the more you listened to him talk and you tried to rub your thighs together a bit to cool it, your eyes kept drifting to his lips and Mingi noticed you losing attention and fidgeting.

"You okay Y/N?" He smiled at you, and it fueled the fire burning below.

"You're like... really sexy Mingi." You both laughed at your sudden remark.

"Oh really? What's sexy about me?" Mingi said in his deep voice as he finished what was in his cup.

"Your voice, your face, anime, video game knowledge, I bet you get lots of girls."

"Nah not really. People look at Woo and the rest of our friends but not really me." Mingi replied, that was a lie of course, no girl in their right mind would pass up a 6'1 man that has Mingis face, but you didn't need to know that.

"Whaaat? No way you're so damn sexy Mingi I would be all over you if I was them." You said also finishing your cup, the liquid courage you had was getting you in some trouble tonight.

"All over me doing what exactly?" He grabbed your chin and brought your face closer, the smell of tequila fresh on both of you, Mingi had an agenda tonight for sure, He was going to go down to the party after pregaming with a few other girls that just left his room but once he turned off his desk light and was about to head down you came in. No need to go looking for pussy when it walked right up to him.

You both looked into each other’s lustful eyes as Mingi bit his pillowy soft lips. "Whatever you tell me too." was all you could say, a cocky grin spread across Mingis face, he had you right where he wanted you.

"Oh, really baby?" he asked, you eagerly nodded as you got closer to him wanting to taste his lips. Mingi saw how needy you were and decided not to make you wait anymore, he brought your lips closer until they connected, the kissed tasted bittersweet from the liquor and chasers you both had been consuming in your time spent together. The kiss was literally intoxicating, your head spun as he took the lead, his large hands moving to your thighs to grip your flesh in your spandex suit, you could feel the heat between your legs getting more needy for his touch. You decided to do the same and palm Mingi over his black cargo pants he was wearing to get a feel of his hard member. You couldn't really believe what you were feeling, you assumed it was either his pants or Mingi was hung, his steadily growing dick was already thick but as it got bigger in your pants your heart started to race in excitement. Mingi pulled back from the kiss and smiled at you.

"How about you get on your knees and feel what your grabbing baby." He said, you nodded again and moved to the floor, Mingi spread his long legs so you could slot yourself between them. He pulled his pants down a bit then his underwear until his dick happily sprung out in front of you. You were stunned, this easily was the biggest dick you've seen, it was girthy and had an overly generous amount of length to it.

"Holy shit you're big everywhere." You said to yourself by Mingi overheard you and laughed. He gripped your hair with one hand and gripped his dick with the other hand.

"Well let's see how much you can fit in that pretty little mouth baby." he pulled your head down on to his length and you immediately gagged, and he let your hair go to allow you to do what you want. You held the base of his dick and bobbed your head up and down it. To say that it was a mouthful was an understatement, it felt like your mouth was stretching from his girth, the saliva and gagging was a beautiful sight for Mingi.

"Taking my dick in your mouth so well baby." He hissed as you continued to drool down his shaft uncontrollably, you were only able to reach a little past half his length before his tip hit the back of your throat, Mingi dropped his head back as he whispered curse words while you struggled to stuff your little mouth full of his fat cock. You looked up at him and he was even more gorgeous while he fell apart from the feeling of your warm throat, he brought his head back up to meet you gaze and smiled.

“You’re so pretty with my dick in your throat baby, let’s see how pretty you are with it in your pussy.” He palmed the top of your head to remove your mouth from his dick, an audible popping noise following your lips. “Stand up and take your suit off for me baby, I don’t wanna ruin anymore of your costume.” You wondered what he was talking about until you glanced over at the full body mirror in his room to see the tear and spit stains that made your eye and cheek make up smear, not to mention your lipstick was almost completely gone. You reached your hand up to the zipper in front of your suit to slowly pull it down to reveal your soft body underneath. Stepping out of your suit you had on just panties since the suit was bodycon and made your tits sit nicely on their own, you were a bit shy standing in front of Mingi in just panties and covered your chest.

“Aww c’mon pretty don’t get shy on me now, come sit right here.” Mingi said patting his lap after he removed the remainder of his outfit. You decided to take off your panties and took a seat on Mingis bare lap facing the same way as him, the feeling of his throbbing hot dick just waiting to destroy your pussy made you scared but excited, he replaced your hands on your boobs and started to mush your mounds around, being sure to rub gentle circles on your hard nipples. He kissed up your neck while quietly breathy moans left your lips, the liquor still floating in your system was definitely on his side. His lips made it up to your ear as his lips kissed the shell of it, then he whispered softly. “Can I fuck your pretty pussy raw baby?” The thought of taking Mingis thick dick raw made your pussy pulsate, but it definitely was not a good idea to fuck a guy you just met a college party raw.

“Are you clean?” You ask bluntly, better safe than sorry.

“Of course, baby, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” His lips continued to explore your neck and shoulders, one of his hands slid down your body to rub between your legs, coming dangerously close to where you needed him most.

“Well if you say so…” you said still a bit skeptical, his long fingers ran through your folds and rubbed circles on your clit, your eyes rolled back for a second from feeling the relief of his touch.

“You’re so wet already baby let me stuff you full of my cum.” He spread his legs which made your legs spread. “Stick it in for me baby.” You obeyed and connected the tip of his dick to your entrance and slowly sunk down on it, you usually could take dick like a porn star, but you never fucked a porn star dick like Mingis. The abundance of pleasure came with a slight stinging pain, but it was worth it once you took him all in and adjusted to his length.

Mingi gripped the underneath’s of your knees and bounced you on his length slowly to make sure you were comfortable and sped up the pace more and more.

“Oh my fucking God Mingi please you’re already fucking me too good.” You said between moans, you couldn’t even think straight with his huge cock pounding into you in this position.

“You like the way I fuck you baby? I gotta fuck you nice and deep so I can fill this pussy up with my cum.”

Okay this was the second time he has mentioned coming in you, though it was hot, and it was unlocking a secret breeding kink you didn't know you had maybe you should mention you're not on birth control.

"M-mingi, I'm not ah~ on the pill..." you managed to squeal out. Mingi lifted you knees more and continued to pound inside of you.

"That's fine baby we'll get a pill later."

Oh fuck he was serious about this, and it was turning you on more seeing how badly he wanted to cum in your pussy. Your walls started to tighten around him, wanting to milk his dick dry.

"You're tight little pussy wants my cum so bad baby, you must want me to get you nice and pregnant." he said in your ear, his words were going directly to your cunt as it throbbed harder, you moaned louder, the people that were still at the party and in the area for sure knew what was going on in that room as you yelled strings of curse words and Mingis name not caring who could hear you.

"Please give me all your babies Mingi." You were fucked out and just talking, Mingis huge dick was mixing your guts and hitting your cervix and that's all you could think of, you want, no, needed his cum to fill up your womb.

Suddenly Mingi pulled out and you whined at the lost friction, he put you on your back and slotted himself between your legs, then placed both your legs on his strong shoulders. He lined himself back up and plunged deeply in your pussy with no hesitation, you yelled out feeling his monster dick deep in your pussy again.

"Gotta breed you nice and full baby, this is the perfect position to get my cum deep in your womb." He said before he started to drill into your needy cunt, you couldn't help yourself from yelling out the obscenest things to come to mind. "I want you're cum so deep in me please" "I love your dick so much." "Please keep fucking me like this." and you felt no shame in the things you said. A dick has never had this much control or power over you, but you loved it for some reason.

"Mingi 'm gonna cum please." Mingi slowed his pace a bit then leaned forward pushing your legs to your chest as he laid in the crook of your neck then he started to deep dick fuck you, the head of his cock beating your cervix in the best way possible, you started to see stars. You wrapped your arms around his neck but couldn't stop fidgeting so you found yourself digging your nails into his shoulders, he squeezed your body closer to his large frame assuring that you had to take his entire load.

"Cum on my dick so I can make your belly full of my babies. I want your pussy to take every last drop of my seed." He pounded into you so fast and deep the bed frame shook violently, you stood no chance and coated his thick dick in your slick, feeling your walls squeeze him tightly made Mingi groan, he lasted a few more strokes then filled your walls and womb with his hot cum. Such a big dick of course his load would be just as big, you swore you felt your tummy bulging as he laid on top of you while his dick continued to shoot inside of you. Once he finished Mingi dropped on the side of you, both of you were sweaty and out of breath, Mingi didn't offer to clean you up or even attempt to move so you asked him for some spare clothes to go to the bath room to do it for yourself, you assumed he was too tired. You put on one of his jogging suits with nothing under neath and headed to the bathroom down the hall.

Once you washed your face of all make up and the rest of your body you headed downstairs, it was now 3:46am and the party turned into a chill hang out with still quite a few people around. You wanted to get a non-alcoholic drink for your dry and sore throat, once in the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water and turned around to be met with your ex.

"Oh...Jongho, hey." you said awkwardly.

"Y/N, I've been looking for you, I saw you earlier and wanted to talk to you." He said looking over your outfit. "You're not wearing you're costume anymore, what happened?" he questioned.

"Well, I-" as you started to come up with an excuse or lie a large arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you into his t-shirt covered chest.

"Y/N there you are, I was waiting on you to come back baby." Mingi said pulling you in to a kiss, then his eyes looked over to Jongho. "Yo, names Mingi." Jongho’ s eye twitched a bit.

"Well, I see you're occupied, I'll talk to you later Y/N." Jongho said before walking off.

You and mingi looked at each other then laughed, Mingi took you back to his room to cuddle and sleep (And go for a few more rounds). The next afternoon you finally woke up at 12pm with a pounding headache and Mingi not in his bed. You figured he had something to do and collected your costume, texted Hongjoong to come pick you up then headed downstairs to do the walk of shame alone. Luckily it was only Wooyoung and one other male there, they noticed you walking down the stairs and you walked over to them.

"Well good afternoon gorgeous, I see someone had a good night." Wooyoung said smiling at you. "Who's the lucky guy?" He said as both the males looked at you.

"Um, I actually never met him, but he was one of your room mates, Mingi, he was super nice and said he was going to text me so he could take me out later." You had such a sweet smile on your face while Wooyoung and the other man’s face was quite the opposite.

"Weeelll um, I wouldn't hold my breath on that Y/N, but I'm glad your optimistic." Wooyoung said.

"Woo be straight up with her, Mingi isn't exactly, how can I say this, the dating type." The other one said.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"This is San, I was hoping to hook you guys up but looks like Mingi snagged ya first." Both the males chuckled.

"Anyway, Mingi is what most girls call a fuck boy, he tells you everything you wanna hear but never delivers." San said.

You thought about what they were saying, no way was the guy that talked to you for hours and cuddled you so warmly just a fuck boy right?

"Whatever you guys are just mean! My rides here I gotta go." They both laughed at your temper tantrum and waved you goodbye.

You walked out to the car to see Hongjoong in the driver seat and Seonghwa in the back, you smiled and got in the car.

"Well, well, looks like I'm not the only one that had an eventful night." you said teasing Hongjoong.

Seonghwa giggled and Hongjoong blushed "Shut up! Why did you need me to stop at a pharmacy before I took you home?"

"Well my night was SUPER, eventful if you get my drift." you said raising your eyebrows so Hongjoong would pick up on what you were saying.

"Ew, you let one of those guys hit it raw AND finish in you, I taught you better than this Y/N." He rolled his eyes in fake disgust and drove off.

"So how was it Y/N?" Seonghwa asked.

"It was fucking amazing, I've never had a huge one like that and god I couldn't even think straight." you replied, excited to tell someone about your endeavors.

"Wow, who was it with? Was it Wooyoung? He always says you're pretty but off limits, or did he finally introduce you to San?" Seonghwa said intrigued to know the answer.

"Neither, it was his other roommate, Mingi." You said smiling, Seonghwa made a face.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself at least." He said it in a specific voice that you and Hongjoong picked up on.

"Why did you say it like that Hwa?" Hongjoong asked.

"It's just that Mingi is well...��a free spirit, kinda goes where he wants and does what he wants."

"Oh god did you fuck the house fuckboy Y/N?" Hongjoong asked bluntly.

"No! Why does everyone keep saying that I know how to clock a fuck boy." you did however start to get nervous since you did text Mingi when you woke up saying how much you enjoyed last night and asking him for the money for the pill and all he replied was "GM" and only sent $23.

"Dammit Y/N how do you get involved with a fuck boy right after getting your heart broken." Hongjoong said as he pulled into the pharmacy.

Now there you were, standing in the pharmacy, holding a plan B, telling a child not to talk to fuck boys and having to have your male best friend send you the remaining amount to cover the pill. About a week had passed and you accepted that you had been fucked over and that you weren't getting that date after the 5th unanswered text, you sat in your studio apartment late that night since you stayed up to binge a show, it was around 2am then your phone buzzed, you checked your phone assuming it was Hongjoong.

Mingi: Hey baby u up?

[chaifootsteps]

i should've mentioned it when we were talking about tuca and bertie and them doing things right, but the arc bertie goes through with her SA and reclaiming it thru taboo fantasies is very similar to what ive been through, right down to a therapist opening me up to this new side of sexuality, and while it all happened to me years prior to the arc happening in the show, it broke me out of my anti shipper mentality that gave me this sense of justice and rigid rightness in what i was doing.

just thought now would be a good time to bring it up too because of the allegations against you and how what happened to max is basically the same thing that's happened to me. it's such an uncomfortable feeling to know someone who brought you into this world sees you like that, and having a fictional character similar to that person to self insert with in writing has helped far more then feeling disgusted with myself ever did or has, because i can stop anytime i want, or just get to a point where i move on completely from being able to gain anything from this personally. (which im leaning towards for now,) it's like bertie's therapist said, "because this time, you're in control."

i just wish antis could at least be more open to the idea that maybe, just maybe, shaming victims for coping this way isn't helpful, and that the lack of nuance implies shaming these uncontrollable fantasies (because you can't control your thoughts and like bertie's therapist said, "brains are weird!", although ive also heard the fear and arousal part of your brain is closely related which explains so many kinks to me tbh,) is the only form of healing and getting better, which it never will be. this kind of thing, of re-exploring your trauma thru fiction like this, definitely doesn't help certain people and that needs to be respected, but for anyone it does, they shouldn't just be written off as "normalizing their abuse", because im aware enough to keep this to myself, and to other people like me.

come talk to me about me "romanticizing" horrible things in fiction when you remember vivs shows have millions of views, and THATS why her writing like a fanfic author is bad - not because she inherently is one at heart. a large audience of adults should engage with these heavy topics, (and deserve to have them be written well, even if the stans swear they don't because nuh uh it's Da Best cuz mama viv made it,) not literal children. regardless of this unfortunate demographic that's naturally been formed and then unnaturally encouraged by the creator to line her pockets with their parents money, i think people have a moral obligation to tell a well written story about dark taboo subjects when they have such a large scale of production and connections like this, with some gray area in between, because theres some pieces of media that aren't as big as vivs creations or as small as fanfic writers (compared to other indie creations like video games or shows,) either, like mouthwash, or that one horror game with a sibling incest ending. that's what i mean when i said you aren't gonna make anyone want to fuck a lizard, but that vivs story's spread sentiment that would give 1970s victim blaming, "well, what was she wearing?" arguments a run for their money in how gross they are. i don't think max is gonna make anyone want to fuck their own dad either.

i hope this all makes sense! i think this is the most vulnerable ive ever been in your ask box. thank you for being someone who makes me feel strong enough to talk about this.

No, no, it makes perfect sense! Thanks for sharing your story, Anon...that was an incredibly vulnerable thing to talk about, and it couldn't have been easy.

I don't know if it's due to social media or what, but people have gotten really, really terrible at the concept of "I do my thing that works for me over here, you do your thing that works for you over there, and even though we don't understand each other, we mind our business about it." Like you said, it becomes a different conversation the more widespread and professional your piece of media is -- the same way that feeding 1,000 people a day is different than cooking for yourself -- but when we're talking about you and me and Max and all the randos on AO3? An appropriately tagged piece of work that makes a sharp distinction between fiction and reality is harmless.

What isn't harmless is telling someone that their intensely personal coping method is wrong and shameful and that they're a dangerous, evil person because it makes you uncomfortable, and that they're either a bad survivor or lying about being one.

Here's the scene from Tuca & Bertie, because it's so well done and always relevant.

[cannibalisation]

in my restless dreams

russell adler/gn!reader

caution. silent hill au, reader wears a dress, a lot of symbolism, has some mentions of gore(?) not really edited. (935 words)

THE thickness of the fog reminds him of Da Nang.

Billowing and heavy with moisture, he can feel it pooling in his lungs.

A screeching sound of metal against metal rings out, causing Adler to recoil against his own flesh. He doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t want to know what it is. It’s grating; a sliver of gooseflesh rises on his forearms.

Then—a toll.

The noise is loud. It resounds in his head, causing a flicker of pain. God, he thinks, what the hell was that? He’s become used to the random, unidentifiable sounds from each corner of this damned town, but that one was too loud for his liking.

Adler can’t see far past the fog; he can hardly make out his own hands in front of him. The bell chimes again; thankfully, it was much quieter than before. Though he was expecting it that time.

This town feels like a maze. What he can see from beyond the moisture are lined buildings. A commercial district, most likely. Shattered storefront windows and dim neon lights of cafes and bars. He’s never seen a place so empty. So quiet.

A street-side billboard hangs fallen down, beside an alleyway. Sideways and on a single hinge, it creaks with the gentle breeze. Its blocky letters are worn, but Adler can make out the Cyrillic wording.

It’s an advertisement for cigarettes boxed up in a little red carton.

Another chime of the bell and Adler flinches once more. That’s three tolls.

A death knell. Something the church used to do whenever someone was confirmed dead.

Was it for him? Or someone else?

Would those creatures show up again? The faceless figures dressed in army greens.

Some of them held rifles with empty cartridges, others with moldy children’s toys. Was he soon to find whatever it was he came here for? How long had he been in this town?

The letter had appeared on the windshield wiper of his car. The handwriting was unmistakably recognisable, finished with a proverb only he would know: We have a job to do.

He just had to see it through.

A monstrous howl comes from out where he can’t see. Whatever is out there now is much bigger than anything he’s faced so far. Adler makes his way in a different direction, nearly tripping over the unruly roots of the oak trees. The sap that leaks from them is red and smells of metal.

Hastily, he uses his shoulder to shove open an iron door; he tries to ignore the fact that it’s painted a deep red. Inside the room sits a rusted gurney. The pillow on top of it is stained with blood; he huffs and shuffles over to the bed. The blood is old, rotten. It reeks of something underlying, something he can’t pinpoint. A syringe sits there, marked with a name he has to swallow down.

The death knell makes its appearance once more, with a clamour that rattles his brain. This time it’s much more pronounced; the sheer volume is loud enough to bring him to his knees.

Adler tries to blink away the tears brought on by the vibrating pulse of the ring. It causes his vision to run fuzzy as he wrenches at his hair.

Not even that can reduce the intensity of sound; the pain is too much for anything to replace it.

The swinging force of the bell rattles against his head; the strength of it could be prying open the circumference of his skull for all he knows.

For what feels like hours has passed, the pain has yet to dwindle. His iris, the one in his left eye, stings harshly. Like a driving force, breaking its way in.

A soft touch to his shoulder halts whatever has been probing his mind. Adler moves quickly, gun drawn and pointed directly.

There, you stand, hand hovering just above his arm. The expression on your face is unreadable, nothing unfamiliar, but it does little to soothe his heart.

You look different; he never thought to imagine you in a white and blue striped rockabilly dress. That hat, though, how repugnant, the hammer and sickle pin bleeds.

Adler’s breath is slow and erratic at the same time; he attempts desperately to calm it but falls short. His gun is still pointed right at you, fingers somehow steady on the trigger. Perhaps you’re another image of deception; he had seen his mother earlier in the humid diner. She’s been dead for years. She had attacked him wildly, fragments of her face peeling always to reveal something no one would ever wish to see.

Adler believes it’s best to stay ready, so he does not lower the gun. Likely due to the military training embedded into his body.

You don’t seem to be bothered by it, though; if anything, there is a knowing look in your eye. He embarrassingly flinches when you move to stand—he hadn’t even realised that you were knelt down in front of him.

A hand reaches out towards him as you beckon him to move up from the floor. “Please,” you ask, head tilted to the side in question. “Come with me.”

He moves slowly to do so, eyeing you in the way an animal would when faced with prey. No sudden movements; he doesn’t know how you’d react.

Adler stands in front of you now, gun lowered and a hand in yours.

“Please.” You repeat as he gulps down a choking breath. His scar burns.

“There’s something I need your help with.” You squeeze his hand; he hardly feels it. “Something... personal.”

[ransprang]

Hello! Can I ask for an Edward Elric x FMAB uniform kink? Thanks so much!

Kinktober 2023

Edward Elric - Uniform Kink

“Why did we decide to help the Colonel with cleaning up his storage again?’ Ed complained loudly, as he lifted a box of old memorabilia from the dusty attic floor.

“It’s the least we could do for our ex-fuhrer.” you admonished. “You don’t want him to throw his back out, fumbling with the boxes here, do you?”

Ed grumbled some more, but continued to clear away the space. 

You knelt to pick up the box labelled ‘To throw’. The lid was slightly open and you peered in to find the old Amestris uniform. You pulled out the shirt and exclaimed, “Mein Gott, was ist das?” 

Ed looked over at you and grimaced, “That’s just the old man’s stinky uniform. Throw it out,” he replied before going back to packing.

Devious thoughts went through your brain, and you secretly shoved it into your bag when he wasn’t looking.

Later that evening, when the two of you had returned home, Ed was lounging on the sofa and you were feeling bored. You got up to get ready for bed. 

As you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, you couldn't help but glance at the uniform you had swiped from the attic. It hung there innocently, the military insignia catching the dim light of the room. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as she contemplated her next move.

With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, you decided to try the uniform on just for fun. After all, how often did one get the chance to dress up like a high-ranking military officer? You carefully slipped out of her own clothes and into the uniform, buttoning it up and adjusting it as best as you could. It was a bit baggy on you, but it felt surprisingly comfortable.

You admired herself in the mirror, striking a few poses and imagining what it must have been like to be part of the military. You couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and power as you looked at your reflection.

Just as you were about to take off the uniform and put on your pajamas, the bedroom door swung open, and in walked Ed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of you in the uniform.

For a split second, something strange happened in Ed's mind. He thought he saw Roy Mustang, his old military officer, standing before him. His sleep-addled brain couldn't process it properly, and he blinked in disbelief. Then, reality crashed back in, and he realized that it was you dressed in the uniform.

Ed's expression quickly shifted from surprise to a mixture of confusion and mild disgust. "What the hell are you doing, Y/n?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You, not one to back down, decided to take advantage of the situation. You approached Ed with a playful grin and a seductive tone in her voice. "Well, Ed," you purred, "I thought it might be fun to play dress-up tonight. Don't you find a woman in uniform... appealing?"

Ed's cheeks flushed bright red, and he stammered, "Y/n, this is ridiculous. Take that off right now!"

But you were undeterred. You stepped closer, running a finger along the collar of the uniform. "Come on, Ed," you whispered, "I've always had this fantasy of being with a man in uniform. Please, just this once?"

Ed's resistance wavered as he looked into your pleading eyes. He grumbled under his breath, "You're crazy, you know that?" But against his better judgment, he found himself reluctantly agreeing. "Fine, but just for a moment, okay?"

You practically squealed with delight as she helped Ed into the baggy uniform. It was a comical sight, given that Ed was significantly shorter than the original owner of the uniform. You both burst into laughter as they struggled to get it to fit him properly.

You grinned, feeling victorious. "I knew you'd come around, Colonel Ed." You playfully saluted him.

Stepping closer to you he holds your chin with one hand, "I still think you have been a naughty girl though Liebe. His eyes drop to your lips as he closes his eyes and leans in. You close the gap and your lips meet. His hand goes to your waist pulling you in closer. Your hands lie on his uniform garbed chest feeling the old cotton fabric and the muscles underneath them.

As your tongues fight for dominance one of his clothed hands venture down to your panties. Pulling them to the side he swipes your pussy with a finger, "Wow already wet? Didn't know you liked men in uniforms that badly love." He pushes you onto the bed, "My obedient girl is going to let me do whatever I want to her right." He says more so as a statement than as a question. You've never seen this dominant side of Ed. Your lips stay shut with only moans escaping and your legs pressing together to feel some relief from the aching.

"Tsk tsk", Edward now on top of you pulls your legs apart, "I'm the one in charge. Don't do things unless I tell you to. Got it?" You nod meekly making Ed laugh a bit. Just a few moments ago you were so sensual and seductive, now the uniform has turned you into such a shy little thing for him to ravage.

While maintaining eye contact with you, he brings up one of his hands and takes off his glove in a mostly smooth fashion. He inserts a finger into your eager hole and pumps it in and out. The other hand works its way under your shirt to massage your breasts. Seeing how easily he fit a finger in, he added 2 more stretching you out a bit and making you moan. He goes faster and faster.

As your moans fill the room he starts groaning as well. "Good girl. Taking my fingers so well. I didn't know you were so easy baby. Bit of a slut for a man who can do anything to you hmmm". He felt your pussy pulse from his dirty words.

The hand on your breast soon moved to his belt, unbuckling it and he quickly let his cock come out. Fully erect, it stood there waiting to enter you. Ed sees you practically salivating for it, "Not just yet. I want you to cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Colonel" you squeak out. The knot builds as Ed fingers you and the other hand plays with your clit. And soon enough you cum feeling a wave of pleasure. You pant and groan coming down from your high.

"Now now soldier, we aren't done yet tonight."

Your colonel,

admins sar & san

[eldritch-spouse]

TCE Groupchat : Da Slutz 😈💕 (Santi's phone)

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[LMAO.]

If screenshot notifications are active then rest assured Gallon took about five of them in that instance alone.

As Admin, you get administrator privileges, and you should use them to keep any of these morons in line.

I like the thought of Sybastian being there just to see shit go down. He can operate a phone and he can definitely read. But the mimic can't be fucked to type. To be fair, Nebul is not that talkative in it either.

Krulu has access to this chat group via you, but cares little since it's clearly where his workers' brains come to die.

[mothgodofchaos]

If you're familiar with Darks whole power of seduction maybe do a thing w a gender neutral reader where he recognizes them as the reincarnation of the DA that he fell in love with but the reader tries to reject him at first so he uses that on em? Its ok if not have a wonderful day/night

Memory

I'm not terribly familiar with the concept as it may be more accepted in the fandom, but I do have my own personal twist that I can share.

Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: hypnotism, manipulation, angst Words: 592

“My love…”

A memory pangs in the back of your brain, fleshing itself out as you turn around to meet his gaze. Melancholy and longing tug at his heart, looking at the one he thought he lost all those years ago. The one mistake he thought he could never go back and fix. Your face twists into disgust and horror as you gaze up at Dark’s face, a sneer crossing your lips as you begin to back away from him.

“Traitor. Killer. Bastard.”

“Darling, don’t say tha-”

“You left me in a mirror! For a century! You. do not. get to tell me what I can and cannot say.”

Anger bubbles inside you, outbursting at him as he tries to placate you. Memories and flashbacks that you have never experienced come flooding back, you remember everything. Your screams of agony at him, at the pain he has caused you, don’t begin to even scratch the surface of every bit of turmoil there is churning inside of you. Something inside you snaps, and instead of backing away, you begin getting in his face. An accusing finger jabbed into his cheek, forcing him back as his personal space becomes nonexistent. 

“You just expect to see me again after this long and expect me to be happy to see you? Are you out of your fucking mind!? Or have you been that way since you decided that I needed to go away in the fucking glass forever box? If you truly ever loved me, you would go back and undo all the damage you did to me!”

Something clicks in Dark’s head, and his eyes fill up with void. His hand tightly grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Alright, if that’s what you want… what else do you want, my love?”

Your tears stop as you look up at him, breathing heavy and with all the trauma trying to spill out of you. His grip softens as you pacify, crouching a bit lower so you can look at him better. It all feels as if it’s slipping away, recognizing him as the man you loved all those years ago again. The mirror never happened, you’re safe with him here. You wrap your arms around his chest as a smile slowly starts to appear on your lips. 

“There’s the one I love, my sweet angel mine.”

A pain in his chest stops him from fully enjoying the moment, guilt eating him up inside as he hides those painful memories back in the recesses of your mind, pulling the ones of soft love and belonging back to the surface. Satiating the demon inside him, feeding off your negative emotions until they hurt no more. There was no mirror, you’re safe here in his arms. He floods you with false memories of a proposal on Mark’s balcony under the starlight and fireworks, working alongside each other in the offices, retiring up to his cabin for vacations and getaways. 

“Damien… don’t go please…”

That name hits him like a sack of bricks, one he has not heard uttered once since the day he lost you. A name he swore no one would ever be allowed to call him again. Damien was everything that he promised you, and everything that died the day he made that mistake. 

“I’m right here, darling. My love, my forever.”

A tear rolls down his cheek as you squeeze him tighter, praying to whatever higher power that brought you back into his life to let you stay happy again. Happy with him. 

[natshiiii]

Miss Academia Chapter 3: New Name

☆ Pairings: Minho x reader, Yunho x reader

☆ Characters: Seojoon, MJ, Liz, Maggie, Bookstore boy, The Giant, Mafia leader, Miss Kim

Warnings: mention of bullying, flashbacks, anxiety, details of wound/blood/scar by self-harm, swearing Word count: ~5.2k

Next Chapter . Masterlist .

Trinnnggg~ 

“First day of the academy.” You woke up enthusiastically, getting your full 9 hours of beauty, brain, and health sleep. You took your time to shower and brush your teeth before taking out the uniform Seojoon had dropped off yesterday. 

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“Sejeong grabbed all the stuff you’ll need,” Seojoon said, handing you two boxes. One was a huge box containing equipment, the academy’s leather briefcase bag that you can choose to wear as a backpack or crossbody or simply hold in your hand, black Mary Janes shoes, long white socks, a full uniform set with the option of both long sleeve and half sleeve, PE clothing items, as well as some hair bands and cute hair clips Jeongie bought herself and said, “It’ll add some color to your stone face.”

Which…

You’d never wear.

The other box was smaller but much heavier, containing all the subject books. Seojoon placed it on top of the other in your hands. You stumbled and let out a little groan, not expecting the weight. “I guess you’ll manage on your own,” Seojoon said with a shitty grin, already predicting you. He patted your head since you weren’t able to fight due to holding these big boys. You gaped at his bravery before shaking your head away in protest. “Just wait…till you come back again.” You threatened in an eerily calm tone, which caused his eyes to widen, taking his hands away quickly and holding them up in the air in a defensive manner. 

You had to resist a smirk, pleased by his funny reaction.

Always works

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The uniform is so much better than your old one. Then, it was just a simple black skirt and a half-sleeve shirt, while here is a whole set of a shirt, tie, blazer with Will’s logo on it, skirt, socks, and shoes. There even are academy cardigans and winter clothing items, like stockings, vests, or coats.

“Woo~!” You put on the radio while getting dressed in the bathroom. The bathroom is so huge that you could have a whole dance and singing performance from yourself to yourself here, and so you did.

“Do you remember, girl?... On the phone, you and me!... Do you? do you, do you, do you, do you!”

“What about, what about? Brrt-ahh da-da da brrt-da ba d-”

Just as you were having the time of your life at the post chorus part, you heard a loud thump on the wall from the side, which caused you to stun in position and shut your mouth right away.

You glanced at the clock.

‘06:30’

Oh...right.

You quickly turned down the volume before pouting. Well, it's not your fault that the radio decided to put on MJ in this early hour for the world's biggest moonwalker.

You put the uniform on properly. Brush your hair before tying it up into a high ponytail and adding a black ribbon. You find this way more convenient for when studying. Letting it down gets too annoying and distracting. Plus, you’re walking, and you wouldn’t want to have a jungle on your head by the time you reach the academy because of the wind. Put on your cherry lip balm before placing it in your skirt pocket because this is an essential item. Your lips get dried very quickly, whether it’s summer or winter. And lastly, you spray on your soft lavender perfume.

Yep, that is why you thought you were in heaven when you first stepped in this place and smelled the wow lavender fragrance.

You brushed your clothes and looked at yourself in the mirror, totally in awe. “Y/n Y/l/n, student of Will academy…” You shook your head in disbelief. “Phew~” You gave yourself one last look and a cheeky wink for looking this good before grabbing your academy bag, and you walked out of your new home.

Now that you’re dressed all formal, you feel fitting in this place. Maybe now you could be a prince-no.

Okay.

The stares you’re getting today from the residents are totally different, and it adds to your confidence even more as you walk on the carpet past them to the reception table.

Liz gaped herself seeing you, scanning you admiringly. “Ready for the first day, huh?” You nodded proudly, handing her your room key before brushing your shoulders arrogantly, mocking the grumpy man who lives here. She snorted, giving you a light push, signaling you that he’s sitting in his usual seat with a cigar and a newspaper.

Liz is very playful, so you're kinda comfortable showing a little side of you with her. You thanked her as she wished you a great day before making your way out.

Dad chose the place that’s not too far or too near the academy, so it’s only a mile walk. You haven’t come out after getting back from the mall, only watching the city view from the balcony because you’re still a wimp.

No, you’re not. It isn't wrong to care about safety, right?

Too much?

Okay, fine, you are a coward, but also because you’re too homesick to want to go anywhere else other than being cooped up in your cozy princess chamber.

So you’re taking in the beautiful city around you now.

A lot of people were walking just like you, which was something you didn’t expect in this city. You thought everyone would travel by car. But literally, who wouldn’t walk? When you have this scene straight out of a movie right in front of you. Some were even biking, and how the wind was whipping past them looked really refreshing. 

After walking for a while, you see a cute café, which makes you realize that you totally forgot about breakfast from being too excited.

‘One day at a time’ 

The thoughtful name pulled you in. *Ting, even the bell sounds so calming. The interior wasn’t too luxurious, giving it a rather cozy vibe. As you stepped in, you were hazed by the homelike smell of fresh bakeries and breakfast. It was quiet, with only two tables taken. A beautiful old lady was standing behind the counter, placing some blueberry muffins on the plate. She put them down as you walked closer. “What can I get for you, dear?” She asked sweetly, wiping her hands on the apron. You looked at all the options of mouth-watering pastries and bakeries, and it was really hard to decide.

The old lady watched with a fond smile at your glowy eyes.

You finally made up your mind and settled on “one egg tart & a chocolate drink, please,” You ordered. “Coming right up!” She pointed her finger up in the air, going to grab the chocolate pot.

“First day?” The old lady opened a conversation. You suddenly got nervous at the mention of the academy. “Yes, ma’am..Miss..Mrs?” You frowned slightly, not sure how to refer to her.

Chuckling cutely, she poured your chocolate into the cup before closing the lid and placing it on the counter in front of you. She wiped her hands before extending them to you. “Maggie Smith. Just call me Maggie.”

You didn’t waste a second, taking her hand with both your hands in a polite manner. “Y/n Y/l/n.” “Well, Y/nnie. No need to worry about anything, everything will go well, hmm?”  She encouraged you with a pat on your arms.

‘Everything will go well.’

You nodded.

Oh, how simple the sentence was, but that was all you needed. Encouraging words. It wasn’t something you expected to hear from anyone other than Mom.

“Thank you, Mrs. Smith.” She grabbed a tart, placing it in a paper packet. “Oh, don’t be all formal with me. I said just call me Maggie.” She waved her hands in disapproval. You made a slightly pouty face at the too-impolite way for you to call an elderly. “What? It just makes me feel young.” She said, adjusting her hair elegantly. A soft smile crept onto your face at her cuteness.

You paid before taking a sip of the chocolate. You sighed in contentment at the very similar taste to Mom's. Chocolate has been your favorite since you were little, and Mom used to make it for you every breakfast before going to school and on normal days.

“This tastes like home.” You said softly before taking another sip.

“I'm glad it does,” Maggie replied, delighted by your reaction.

She asked you questions, having never seen you in the area and also not expecting to see a teenager in her shop. You’re not a chatter, every person and animal on this planet knows that, but you spoke so openly and naturally with Maggie, someone you just met for the first time. You two chatted for a while until you finished your breakfast.

Originally, you planned to eat on the way, but of course, you didn’t expect to meet such a lovely stranger.

“Have a nice day~” Maggie greeted goodbye to you with a wholesome smile. You bowed to her before making your way out and waving back at her gently until you were out of sight.

You continued your way with a totally new feeling. Your heart felt...light for the first time ever since you were away from home.

“A sweet old soul…with eyes full of warmth and smiles that kill storms.” 

Maybe, just maybe, you may have found your safe place.

You had to walk through a park as well. Some people were exercising, some were walking their dogs, or simply just sitting and enjoying the fresh air and peacefulness of the morning. After being out of the park, it was like you had come to a whole different place. There were fewer buildings and shops on this side and more trees on the sidewalk, and passing by the Haven’s canal as well.

//

By the time you reached the Academy, your hair fringes, and some strands were out of the ponytail, falling to your face finely.

And now you’re standing on the other side of the road in front of the academy of your dreams, Will's logo staring back at you. You had to pinch yourself to see if this is really real, not just your imagination.

Are you really out and away from that hell? Will this place be the same? You pinched your hands again to stop yourself from overthinking.

‘Everything will go well.’ You repeated Maggie’s words in your head.

Some council seniors and teachers were standing at the open gate, welcoming students on their first days. It was buzzing, students getting out of their fancy cars, running to hug their friends, some dreading and some enthusiastic.

You were observing the scene in front of you, not realizing that the light on the crosswalk had turned green. You got pushed on your shoulder by the other students who walked past you to cross the street. Taking a deep breath, you clutched your bag straps before slowly taking steps towards the gates.

You gave the teachers respective bows before going in, getting awestruck right away by the interior of the academy. Your hands on the bag straps tightened to contain your feelings. Is this an academy? Not a castle or a historical place?

There were little students with the perfect attire like you. Most didn’t wear the blazer, only the shirt inside, which you kinda understand because of the summer season. Some wore the academy’s cardigan or the woolen vest instead of the blazer, and some didn't even care to wear the tie.

Even in the academy, everyone is stylish with their colored hair and different hairstyles, even accessorizing themselves with necklaces or earrings. Elevating their uniforms in their own styles.

And the weirdest thing is that the teachers didn’t seem to care one bit about all this. You thought the rules of this prestigious academy would be stricter.

But if you really think about it, you guess it’s fine to let everyone have their freedom and do their own things, as long as it doesn’t affect their studies.

As you expected, top-ranking academies sure do have different approaches.

You sighed deeply. But now, the problem is that even with the most formal and graceful attire, you’re still the odd one out.

Great.

“1st years assemble here on the side, please! 7th years at The Central Hall, and 10th years at The Great Hall!” One of the teachers announced from the gate.

Little kids started running around everywhere like minions as the teacher instructed.

The Great Hall. You need to go to The Great Hall, but how the hell will you know where it is? Not knowing which direction to go, you stopped on track without thinking. And that was the biggest mistake because someone behind walked into you, sending you forward from the force. “The hell?” The person uttered.

Your mind went blank, arms coming forward instinctively to shield yourself, and eyes squeezed shut, ready to accept your fate.

But somehow…you were stopped and didn’t move further. You opened one eye in confusion. Then you were pulled back straight by your bag. Mother Nature has sent a hand to help you again.

Tensed from what just happened, you sighed in relief before closing your eyes to mentally slap yourself. The person let go of your bag before you slowly turned around on your feet to your back.

4

3

2

1

“You?!” 

You both exclaimed at the same time.

“You,” you both said at the same time again, pointing your fingers at each other with a frown in the exact same way.

“You’re the bookstore asshole.”

Minho was surprised to hear a name that had never been referred to him before, raising his brows at your words. “Am I?” He said with a tilt of his head and a cocky expression, putting his hands back into his pockets and looking down at you. “What are you doing here?” He asks. One side of your upper lips curled up at the dumb question. 

You ignored his question, turning side to side before looking back at him. Should you ask this guy? “Do you know where's The Great Hall?” You asked in your usual composed and ground-level tone of voice.

‘The Great Hall?’ Minho thought.

You were dressed…different. You just moved here. He has never seen you before. You’re asking for The Great Hall, which means you’re a new 10th grader. Are you…? No way.

He was staring blankly at you, not replying, which made you feel somehow uneasy. You raised a brow at him. “Hello?” He blinked back from his thought, looking at you before glancing at something behind you and then back at you one more time. ‘Is she stupid?’ “Did you not hear m-” And before you could finish your sentence, he walked past you.

…

You stood there puzzled.

Turning around, you glared at his back. Should have expected that. Some students around your age were also walking that way, so you let your eyes follow them, and then you saw it.

Oh.

A sign on the lamp post with ‘The Great Hall’ written and pointing to the direction.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, slapping yourself mentally again. You, complete nincompoop. Go on, keep making a fool out of yourself, and you literally just arrived.

‘Everything will go well.’ You repeated in your head sarcastically.

Of course, if it wasn’t for this arrogant boy, you would’ve had a great fall 2 times. Let’s say you are…a bit thankful, but also, what is wrong with him? You scoffed, starting to make your way in that direction to The Great Hall. The distance between you two was big now, but you could still see him. “You must think you’re so cool~ with your hands in the pockets and bag hung on one side, huh?” You mocked him under your breath. You couldn’t even think of any real insult. He was in perfect uniform like you, which was really weird.

Are you seriously going to the same school and the same grade as this boy? No, not boy. “Asshole, that’s what you ar-”

“Who?”

You flinched at the sudden voice near your ear. Hands flying up instinctively in defense, which caused you to accidentally punch the boy in the face. “Aah!” He exclaimed. Your eyes widened as he held his face. You cringed slightly, putting a hand over your mouth while looking at the boy’s face. “Sorry,” your voice was just above a whisper, full of concern. “You okay?”

He sighed deeply before looking back up at you with an extremely pained expression. Your concerned expression worsened, biting your lips. He then dropped his act after getting a satisfying reaction out of you. He rubbed his face, it was hurting, to be honest, but not as much as he acted. He removed his hand and chuckled. “I'm fine...Drama club?” He said proudly.

Your face fell. “What?” You asked confusedly. “Drama club.” He repeated, obviously. You blinked. He was acting? Your face turned back to normal. Sighing with bored eyes, you turn back to continue your way. “Then you deserved that slap.” You mumbled. He gasped before exclaiming, “Hey!” Playfully.

The giant didn't leave. Now, coming to walk sideways beside you. “Come on~ it was just a joke.” He said, looking at your resting face. You didn’t look at him while replying. “I didn’t say anything.” “Then why are you mad?” You turned your head to him with your sharp gaze, which made him stun slightly, blinking at you.

“It’s my face.” You replied offendedly.

“…Ah.” He scratched his head awkwardly with a giggle. 

He turned to walk normally, peeking at your side profile as you observed the academy’s buildings and surroundings as if you’d never seen them before. He didn’t want to interrupt, but he couldn’t recall who you were. And there’s just no way he’d forget someone with such a distinguished face, so he figured it out quickly that you must be a new student.

He cleared his throat to get your attention before speaking. “I’m Yunho, Jeong Yunho.” He introduced himself with a friendly smile and his hand out. You glanced at his long, slender fingers. 

A handshake?

You could do that. It's fine, nothing...bad. Just a simple handshake, it’d be rude not to, so pushing aside your touch-dislike, you took his hands. “Y/n.” You introduced yourself simply, shaking his hands before quickly letting go.

Yunho resisted a grin, thinking that you must be mesmerized and flustered by his beautiful hands like everyone else.

“Y/n~” He tested out your name. “And…why were you talking to that guy, Y/n?” Yunho asked curiously but also amusedly. 

~

When Yunho walked through the gate, the first thing he saw was this unfamiliar girl saying something to Minho. Minho had his back on him, but still, Yunho recognized him right away from knowing each other for a long time, and also Minho's usual confident stand and his hands that just doesn’t seem to come out of his pants pocket.

Why would someone even approach Minho? Yunho thought.

And he wasn’t surprised at all when Minho just walked past you away without saying anything back. He saw you stood still, resting expression turning into disdain in confusion.

Yunho decided to walk up to you since you seemed confused by Minho’s behavior. And he did hear your little mockery.

~

You let out a light scoff, thinking back to the interaction before replying in a serene tone, but also laced with annoyance. “I just asked where The Great Hall is, and he just walked away.” Your upper lips curled a little. “What is that guy’s problem?” Too egotistic to answer one harmless question? Ok, but to be honest, you wouldn’t answer that stupid question either if the direction was right freaking there.

Yunho let out a breath of laughter. “Yeah, he’s like that.”

//

Reaching The Great Hall, it was chaos from all the 10th years running around and interacting with each other lively, which isn’t the environment you expected at all from a high-class society. You thought everyone would be sitting properly and silently, all tense and serious.

I mean, that’s what you saw in films, so it’s not your fault to assume that, right?

But guess kids are kids. 

Chairs were arranged into rows for everyone. You took a seat in the middle row with Yunho and put your bags on the floor beside your feet. 

Yunho turned to you to open a conversation. He let you look around earlier, not speaking further, but he couldn’t help but be curious about you since at least he should've seen you at their parents' business events, and you didn’t even tell him your last name, which is really uncommon. 

“I’ve never seen you befo-” Before Yunho could finish or even start, the teacher on the side of the stage blew a whistle, signaling everyone to settle down and be quiet as a big, scary-looking guy came to the podium.

“Good morning, students.” Said the mafia leader. “I’d like to officially welcome year 10ths to the first day of the academy. Welcome!” Cheers and claps erupted through the hall. You clapped as well but lightly. Everyone looked so enthusiastic for the first day, just…like you. *side eye

You are! Even though you may look like you’re a member of this huge guy’s mafia gang. You swear you are excited. You're just very skilled at hiding it. And to be honest, you look richer than any of these students…by manner, of course.

“I’m Principal Dongseok, which you know already…” You do, you recognized him right away from his scary looks and his big…huge…gigantic body. He has been looking after this marvelous academy for more than 20 years now. The principal everybody knows for his bo-uhh, his…smartness. Yes! His witty ways of developing this academy and maintaining its title and position on the top rank.

“To start your year at Will properly, first, we need to assign you all to your specific classes. Your main class teachers will be confirming your names, so listen carefully. Starting from Class 10/1, Miss Kim?”

Miss Kim…damn.

Good lord, is she really a teacher? Cause she’s gorgeous af. She was wearing a half-sleeve grey suit set with her natural black hair down with a side part and rectangular frame glasses. You couldn’t tell how old she was, but she must be young.

Miss Kim bowed respectively to Principal Dongseok before taking over the podium, and Principal Dongseok smiled in return so freaking cutely. You puckered your lips slightly with a frown. Are you even seeing this right? Yunho saw your reaction, covering his mouth to contain his giggle. “He’s not how he looks like,” Yunho leaned closer to whisper to you.

���Hello, students, I’m Miss Jennie Kim, the main teacher of the ‘King’ class.” She spoke into the mic, and even her voice sounded gorgeous.

“Starting from student number 1, Park Seonghwa, 2 Kim Hongjoong, 3 Jeong Yunho…”

Yunho?

You glanced at him, surprised to hear his name in the ‘King’ class. 

“…Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Yongbok, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin…”

Yunho did see you glancing at him from the side but pretended not to. Controlling his shy smile that was threatening to erupt. It fed into his ego even more to get acknowledged by the new girl as well. 

Yunho has always loved the attention he gets from girls and boys in the academy and outside. Everybody knows how crazy people in this academy get for the ‘Kings.’ Squealing and giggling with each other whenever they pass by. They especially like Yunho because of his friendliness and how he responds to them with his charming, heart-stopping smile.

Even at this moment right now, he can hear the girls behind him whispering things to each other. “Oh my god, Milly. Why is Yunho sitting here?” “How the fuck will I know that?” “And who’s that girl?” “Have you seen her before?”

Some of his friends hate the attention, though, like Yeosang and Jongho from his group or Minho and Seungmin from SKZ.

“…Hwang Yeji, Choi Jisu, Shin Ryujin, Lee Chaeryeong, Shin Yuna, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun, Huening Kai, and lastly…

Y/n Y/l/n. 

And that’s the students of ‘King’ class.”

Yunho, who was sitting relaxingly in his seat, straightened up immediately, snapping his head to you, confused as hell.

“How are you in the ‘King’ class?” Yunho asked bewilderedly. You turn to him, blinking at his question before your eyes sharpen and narrow. Is he looking down on you? Yunho eyes widened as he realized what he just said, quickly clearing himself. “Uhh...No! I didn’t mean it like that…It’s just…” He looked at you with a slight frown, scratching his neck before pointing at you, not knowing what to say. “…Never mind.” He dismissed himself, turning back to the stage with a thoughtful look on his face.

You turned back to the stage as well. What was that? You were obviously offended and confused by him. Do you look that dumb? Of course not. You side-eyed Yunho. How dare this giant?

The other main teachers continued until everyone got their classes confirmed. After the teachers finished, Principal Dongseok took the mic again.

“Lastly, before you all go to your classes with your main teachers, I’d like to make an honorable announcement…This year, we have two students who have accomplished such impressive scores…our academy has not seen for years.” He announced proudly.

“Please give it up for the first ranking…Lee Minho!” Everyone clapped their hands with loud cheering for this Lee Minho guy.

Before you could look at the guy, Principal continued. “And the second highest ranking is…”

“Y/n Y/l/n!” The cheers all quieted down as the hall broke into murmurs instead. Everyone started glancing from side to side to find who this Y/n person they’d never heard the name before was.

Y/n?

That’s…you, right? 

Your stomach churned, and you were stunned in your place. You’ve won a lot of awards, that is for sure, but this…th-this is different. You came back when Yunho shook you from the side. “Y/n? Y/n go!” He said excitedly, and pushing you up.

Yunho was so surprised to hear your name again, but now it kinda makes a little more sense.

You got up from your seat, ears clogging as everyone's attention turned to you in a millisecond. 

Flashbacks and voices started playing in your head. You could hear your heart thumping inside like echoes.

You didn’t even get to enjoy your day properly yet, and it’ll all be over soon. Will they start giving you looks? Or throw stuff your way? Will they start spitting names at yo- 

To say shock was an understatement because you were beyond taken aback as everyone started cheering and applauding very loudly.

For you?

Yunho pushed you lightly to walk, so you swallowed before holding your head down while walking past the students in your row. 

A positive reaction to your achievements? Is this all a big, fat joke? All the cheers and claps were muffled.

TRIGGER WARNING - past trauma, bullying, self-harm, wound details, bleeding 

Surprise bitch, we were just kidding like always to get a reaction out of you. Awee, you trusted me. Are you serious? She still believed it after we’ve already done this so often. Bunny, this shows how stupid you are. Always acting like you know it all. Ma’am, this is wrong, that is wrong, you didn't do this right. blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up ain't no one cares. You piss everyone off so fucking bad, you know that? Oh, sorry. You probably couldn't even figure that out. They tore all the new books Mom and Dad bought for you on your birthday. Reading your song lyrics out loud and laughing at them before throwing them all and your other stuff into the mud and stepping on it. You cried and begged for them to stop, but your cries were muffled as one of them closed your mouth harshly to not let anyone hear you and held you still. Giving you one last harsh push down in the mud before walking away while laughing with each other. You sat up, brushing the wet, dirty mud off yourself, even if it didn't help anything while crying and crying. You despised yourself so much for not being able to do anything about all of it. You still despise your old self. In frustration and enrage, you scratched and clawed your arms psychotically, leaving yourself bleeding and in pain both mentally and physically. Later, the forearm wounds recovered, but you kept digging your nails into your upper arms whenever you attempted to suppress your feelings, opening the wounds again and again, giving them no time to heal until now they’ve become scars that’ll stay with you forever. You suppressed your feelings and all emotions to not give them satisfaction, and that made them do much worse things, but you restrained it all until they finally gave up.

Deep breath, Y/n, deep breath. The row didn’t seem to end, and you’re afraid you’ll faint before reaching the end. When you finally reached the clear way in the middle of the hall, you looked up to see the arrogant boy, but you were in a daze, blinking slowly. Why is he here? He had the shittiest smirk on his face, looking back at you.

But his smirk faltered at seeing the pain in your sharp eyes. You looked down before turning and walking up to the stage.

You couldn’t think of anything else since the voices kept playing.

You tried to get rid of it by being as present as possible. 

You bowed to Principal Dongseok, who smiled at you proudly and put the medal around your neck. You finally and hardly got distracted by the beautiful silver medal with a compass, a symbol of Will, carved on in deep detail, and ‘Pride of Will’ carved in beautiful cursive. You shook hands with the Principal. “Congratulations, Miss Y/n. Glad to finally meet you. Welcome to Will Academy.” You nodded firmly. “Thank you, sir.”

You walked back to let the other person receive the medal. Then you realized and became aware as you watched the bookstore boy receive a similar medal but in gold. You tried to make sense of what was going on.

The first-ranking student is… 

Lee Minho.

Minho, the bad boy-looking guy with his leather jacket outfit that you looked down on. Minho, the asshole that took the book you grabbed first at the bookstore. Minho, the bastard that winked at you after paying for the book you took first. Minho, the arrogant ass that didn’t answer your stupid question of where’s The Great Hall. He is the first rank that you...lost to?

You lost to...

Lost

“And congratulations to you too, again,” Principal said to Minho, patting his back, but from his power, it looked more like a push, causing Minho to stumble slightly.

The photography teacher told you two to stand together. “Principal Dongseok in the middle, please.”

You kept your distance from Minho, but then Principal moved to the back, putting his hands around your shoulders, and you two were forced to stand close next to each other. Your clothed shoulders and arms were pressed together, and your hands touched, making an electric shock on you both. You quickly moved your hand away closer to yourself. “You two are the real pride, I’m just the supporter,” Principal said from the back, putting you two together in front of him.

“3..2..1 smile!” Chk Chk

Smile? You didn’t, but Minho sure did, and very proudly.

“Keep up with the good work,” Principal said to you both with a fighting fist before turning to everyone else in the hall. 

“Dismissed!”

//

You took off the medal from your neck, holding it in your hand and looking down at it while walking down the stage stairs. Your first-ever award from ‘Will’ You’d place it on the empty shelf in your new room for sure, even if it’s…se, it’s sec…You sighed, not wanting to think about the rank.

It could have been anyone else, and it’d be less humiliating. If you knew this would happen, you would have taken the test seriously.

You suddenly got pulled back by your arm, making you tense up. You looked up to see crowds of students rushing around everywhere, pushing slightly on each other, trying to find their way to their main teachers. You looked down at the hand on your arm, a veiny hand with a ring on the index.

You took another quick step back yourself as one student rushed past your front from the side, almost bumping into you, but it made your back press into the hard chest instead.

You held your breath, eyes widening. You looked down at the hand again that was still holding your arm, Minho then let go. You moved away quickly to keep your distance before glancing up over your shoulders to see Minho A fucking GAIN?! You turned back around immediately. 

Y/n, yo- oh my mama, just how many more times are you going to make a fool out of yourself? And keep needing help.

Minho watched with an amused look as you disappeared through the crowd of students, mumbling your little excuse-mes, and sorries.

He isn’t wrong to think you’re stupid, and he also isn’t wrong to doubt you are Y/n, the scholar. He was taken aback himself to see you standing up when the Principal announced the 2nd place. His predictions were right, like always, but seriously, you, the trolley girl? 

Why in the world were you even dragging the trolley on your own? Minho was at the train station to receive Chan and Felix, who live in another city but study here. He was returning to his car after getting sodas for his friends, rushing towards you after seeing your struggle.

Yes, surprisingly he does have morals.

//

You push through the crowd, getting more and more suffocated by the contacts, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. The flashback from earlier, plus this environment, added another flashback. You couldn’t breathe, throat tightening, and head started to spin.

‘Almost there, almost.’ You repeated to yourself, and thankfully, just as tears pricked your eyes, you were out.

Finally, you let out a breath as you reached the clearing area. Closing your eyes to take deep breaths in and out in and out to calm yourself. You knock on your head to get rid of the pictures and distract yourself by searching for your bag.

But both your bag and Yunho were gone from your previous seat, leaving you standing dumbly in the crowd of strangers. Frowning, you tiptoed to look for Yunho.

Then, after a few seconds, you felt a poke on your shoulder.

[ask-jamtheimp]

Day 11 of Regressuary

Theme: Games

Charachters: Berry and @theogclownboy Zeek

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Berry learns to adapt her games to include Zeek who regresses younger than her.

Authors Note: Due to my cramps I cant sit down properly, meaning I also cant sit down at my pc properly to edit this fic with its dialouge colors. Im sorry but for the next few days I most likely wont be able to do so. I also apologize for how rushed these may seem, im having a bit of brain fog and don't wanna fall behind too much on these fics. Please be sure to like and reblog my stuff if you like it as it helps support my blog and spread my stuff to more people!

"Zeekie!"

Berry shouted out instantly as she saw Zeek, she had heard a bit about him from her friend Roxie but now Queen Bee had set up a playdate for the two of them! Once Bee dropped her off she put down her plushie peppermint to check out what Zeek was doing. He waved once he saw Berry walk over to him, right now he was playing with his toy train-set right now. Berry plopped down next to him and looked on intently. "Are you playing trains? That exciting I love trains! Do you like trains? Ooh I always wanted to be on a train before! Wait-no I wanna be a conductor of a train! Just for one day because it'll be super awesome and fun and I can ask for tickets and-" Berry began to ramble at 100 words a minute before seeing the confused look on Zeeks face. She stopped her ongoing line of thought and chuckled. "Oh-oopsies, sorry I forgot to slow down a little." "Uhm das otay...I like my twains! Dey go choo-choo!" Zeek said happily as he scooted them around the track. It didnt take long for Berry to get bored of just watching him push the train around and around though and she instead went over to the games corner and pulled a board game out, plopping it on top of the tracks and blocking the train. "Ok thats getting boring! Lets play this! Its super-duper easy and its really fun and not boring!" She said as she got on the floor and unpacked the game board and pieces. "Wait! I wanna play wif my twains though!" Zeek started to protest but Berry cut him off. "We can play trains later! Lets play this fun boardgame first!" She said as she finally set everything off and read the rules out loud.

After a long list of rules and explanations of how to play the game she points to Zeek who already doesn't seem to be having much fun. "Okay! You get to pick one of these lil pieces and thats who you get to play as!" She said as she held out the small box of little figures. Zeek grabbed one shaped like a bunny. "Ooh I wan dis one! It jus wike bunny!" Berry shook her head taking it from him. "Wait! You can't use that piece, that for another square! You gotta pick another one." She said as she pointed to one of the squares that had a bunny on it. Zeek huffed. "Buh buh I wanna play as th' bunny! I don't wanna use dese oder pieces!" He whined already not liking this game. It seemed way to strict and complicated for him. "Aw cmon theres lot of other cool ones in here! Like look you can be a cool suit dude! He kinda looks like a spy! I wanna be this girl with the cool skateboard!" She said excitedly, but once she realized that Zeek started the pout she just put down his piece on the board. "Uhm....o-okay! Thats okay i'll just choose this piece for you! Okay now we roll the dice! Here you can go first!." She said as she held out 2 dice to Zeek. Zeek, although frustrated took it from her and rolled the dice, getting a 10. "Okay now you get to cross this street and move 10 squares!" Berry said as she pushed the board towards him, now excited he was participating. "Um okay..." Zeek mumbled as he pretended that his piece was walking up the street. That is until his imagination got the best of him and he started moving towards the other place on the board. "Deres a fawm! My guy is goin dere instead!" He said as he walked his piece onto the farm square. Berry tried taking the piece from him but he pulled back. "No!" He said as he continued to pretend that his piece was on the farm petting the animals. "Buh thas not how you play Zeekie! You can't just go anywhere on the board!" Berry protested now getting frustrated. But Zeek was even more angry than she was. "Why not!?" He asked as he crossed his arms and huffed. "Because its apart of the rules! I read them all out, Zeekie!" She whined. Zeek stuck his tounge out and blew a raspberry as he threw his piece down. "I hate da wules! Its bowin and dis game is bowin! I hate dis game!" He said before he stormed off to play with his other toys. Berry tried to call back for him but it was too late. She sighed and threw her piece onto the board. What was she doing wrong? The game was fun for her but....Zeek didn't seem to understand it much....maybe these rules were too complicated for him? Perhaps she could make some adjustments that way they could both have fun...

A little bit later Berry had coaxed Zeek into coming back to playing with her, this time promising that she made the game 1000000000000000x more fun. "Okay now pick a charachter! Any one you want including the bunny!" She said. "I can pick da bunny?" Zeek asked hesitantly. Berry nodded proudly in response before picking her own piece and placing it on the board. Okay where do you wanna go? She asked. Zeek was confused. "I dont hab ta woll dat dice fingy?" "Nope! You just go wherever you wanna! And make your bunny have lots of fun!" She said happily, her tail began to wag once Zeek seemed to light up and moved his bunny to the amusement park spot. The two ended up playing Berry's new game for almost an hour! It was like dollhouse but with a board and pieces! Turns out even with a few edits to the rules the two could still have fun together.

Art by @theogclownboy

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[mintytealfox]

*carb walks in*

*holds up a question*

*yeets*

What the au where norton is big and alice(and melly) are tiny like did they found kurt book but don't know how long it last and norton is now stuck being the babysitter till the their normal size again or is it drugs?

MUAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHA AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHA MUAAHAHAHHAHHAHA

THE AU HAS BEEN ASKED ABOUT MUUAAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

Perfect timing too honestly cause I was feeling sad about Netease being emo as frick with the Norton stuff lol (there is an ask in the inbox about it and I am gonna go so wild once I collect my thoughts 👀)

-rubs hands togetherrrrrr-

so this one with Melly:

was a little one off thing cause I love Navi from Legend of Zelda and I imagine she is so tired of Link and I had Da Capo on the brain and was like 'aw yea these two' LOOOOOOOOOOOL

----------------

The other one with this stuff:

is super MaCross coded 👀🤌 if you are familiar with Zentraedi then you got a gist of what is going on here lol but here is a link to a intro to the au: here Then this one has the links to everything I have written for it so far: here

I am more of a report writer rather than creative writer anymore these days. So, if its bad then my bad LOOOOOL! If you don't want to read all that then here is this to get the gist of what is up with the world

"Some background:

Two species of humanoid now inhabit the same planet. One from another dead planet and seeking refuge and a new place to live (the humans). This was met with hostility from the original habitants (the larger one). A war broke out for 10 years, for the humans to come on top in the end. The larger species are now used as a sort of work horse in most cases. Some manual labor, others protecting the area and hunting, etc. there are still Nobels and high ups in politics but the less well-off tend to be put to difficult work and conditions. Even though the humans have the tech to make it easier, just don’t want to waste resources.  It’s a political way to keep them down, busy and obedient basically. 🙃

Norton, of course, works in the mines." ----------- BUT I LIKE WHERE YOUR BRAIN IS GOING -rubs hands together- a thiirrdddd au cookin I seeeee~ LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

Knowing Alice, its probably DRUGS that did it -WHEEEZE- Then Melly having to get involved trying to be like "oh my gosh stop sniffin D R U G S" and tries to take it away but it just gets all over~ nice and cliche 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

But I can see Melly having fun with the size change cause talk about an entire new perspective for her research of insects lol -can pet beetle like dog- "who would have thought they liked little pats on the head" So much new research to be done 🤣🤣🤣 Her command of insects is broadening LOOK OUT -WHEEZE-

Now for Alice, there is no stopping her now, every nook; every cranny is now hers to explore LOL no locks can keep her out now!! No document/letter/sensitive information can hide from her -WHEEZE- No drawer or box left un-sifted through PFF No conversation left un-eavesdropped! She is more of a danger to society's secrets now than she was before IM DYING LOOOOL

Yea Norton is definitely gonna have to babysit these two MY GOSH! Good L U C K BRO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

(THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! I L O V E talking about this stuff HA! And needed the distraction honestly SO THANK YOOUUU)

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 3 - Path

Inspired by @sneverussape's headcanons

"You go down that way, ya walk for 20 minutes and then there's the factory right to your left. My pals' boys usually wait for us there. We come out at 5. I can show you the machines."

The tall man turned his gaze to the child by his side, waiting for an answer. As usual, the boy was lost in a world of his own; fucking nothing could be done to make him swap out of it for good. He shook his shoulder brutally.

"Oi, kid! You listening to me?"

Fearful black eyes met his, the very same as Eileen's.

"Yes, da'", Severus replied in a small voice, the kind his father found vaguely enraging for no justifiable reason.

Did he have to sound so girlish, so weak? Why couldn't he be like the other boys? He was already a laughing stock as it was. Too much brain like his mum, but unwilling to put his hands in the dirt, unlike her.

Sure, the kid did well in school. But he also came home all bruised. One look at him and you knew he was the one to beat up – he looked just like these poor lads on the battlefield, barely 18, crying for their mums in the midst of bombs everywhere.

Not one of them had made it.

The other boys, they came to try their hand at the machines, they went to the pub with their fathers, or to boxing matches. Severus read. He hated sports and never said a word at Church. He didn’t want to put his tongue in the glass of liquor like the other kids. If he came home dirty, it was only because he had been on the hunt for some animal by the river, or piking bloody weeds he stoked up by the side of the house. Might as well have come home with flower bouquets.

Tobias knew nothing about books, or animals, or plants.

Severus had nothing to say, to him at least. And Eileen, he could tell, secretly liked it. That he was different. Tobias hated her for that. She enabled him. When she looked at the boy, there was pride. Where did it come from? Why did she come alive all of a sudden?

He couldn’t make her happy, but Severus could, that was what.

In front of him and the boy, the path divided itself in two. The right side led deeper into Cokeworth, it was all black and dirty because the guys from the mine used it to come home – Tobias had been fired only six months ago. Disorderly conduct, they had said. More like they needed to cut their expenses. He didn’t like the dark and the loud noises anyway.

The left side of the path wasn’t used much. It crossed the river to the nicer part of town, there were mulberries and wildflowers growing over it. It crossed the bridge and led straight to a nice playground for the nice kids up there. Their parents would rather they play elsewhere, Tobias had heard. Nasty kids attending the only school in town was already an issue: no need for their spick and span offspring to mingle with them after school hours.

“You go home now”, he told his son abruptly. “I need to get to work. You can come by at 5 if you want.”

-

The bell rang at last. The guys put down their stuff and went outside to stretch. Their boys had been waiting there for some time already, playing football.

Tobias looked around, but saw no Severus. He had cleaned his machine thoroughly to show him. He watched as John’s kid sat on his father’s knees, dirty nails clinging to his father’s shirt. Severus never got near him like that. But that was good, wasn’t it? A boy like this didn’t need more coddling. Good spankings made for strong boys.

It looked nice, though.

He needed a drink.

-

He stumbled home and asked Eileen where the boy was.

“He’s not here”, she told him. “He left a bit before 5.”

He cursed under his breath and cracked another beer open.

-

He watched, leaning unsteadily against a tree, as Severus sat down in the grass behind a bush, at a safe distance from the playground. There were two girls there, a blond one and a redhead. The boy was looking at them with a sort of fascination that infuriated him.

Let him play with girls and lick the boots of the better off, Tobias thought confusedly. He'll learn soon enough that this won't make the world any kinder to him.

He turned on his heel, and never again cleaned his working surface at the factory.

[fantastic0fairy]

The creative world of neurodiversity

In recent years, the concept of neurodiversity has gained significant attention, reshaping how we perceive neurological differences such as autism, ADHD, dyslexia, and other cognitive variations. Far from being deficits, these differences can be powerful sources of creativity and innovation. This blog entry delves into the creative potentials within the neurodiverse community, exploring how these unique perspectives enrich our world. We invite readers to engage in a vibrant discussion about the impacts and contributions of neurodiversity to creativity.

Understanding Neurodiversity

Neurodiversity refers to the idea that variations in the human brain regarding sociability, learning, attention, mood, and other mental functions are normal and should be recognized and respected. This concept challenges the traditional view of neurological differences as disorders that need to be cured or fixed. Instead, neurodiversity promotes the acceptance of all cognitive differences as part of the natural spectrum of human diversity (Armstrong, 2010).

Creativity and Neurodiversity

Neurodiverse individuals often exhibit exceptional creativity. For instance, people with autism might display remarkable skills in areas such as art, music, and mathematics. Temple Grandin, a renowned scientist and autism advocate, attributes her success in animal science to her ability to think in pictures, a trait common among many autistic individuals (Grandin, 2006). Similarly, individuals with ADHD might excel in creative fields due to their ability to think divergently and generate a multitude of ideas quickly (Eisenberg & Strikwerda-Brown, 2011).

The Role of Different Perspectives

Neurodiverse individuals often approach problems from unique angles, offering fresh perspectives that can lead to innovative solutions. For example, historical figures like Albert Einstein, who showed signs of dyslexia and ADHD, revolutionized physics with their unconventional thinking patterns. Such diverse cognitive styles can be invaluable in collaborative environments, fostering a culture of creativity and out-of-the-box thinking (West, 2014).

Challenges and Support

While the creative potential of neurodiverse individuals is immense, they often face significant challenges. Society's misunderstanding and stigmatization of neurological differences can hinder the ability of these individuals to express their talents fully. Providing support through inclusive education, workplace accommodations, and social acceptance is crucial for unlocking their creative potential (Singer, 2017).

Inclusive Practices in Education and Workplaces

Inclusive practices in education and workplaces can make a significant difference. Schools that implement flexible teaching methods and workplaces that offer tailored support and accommodations can help neurodiverse individuals thrive. For instance, project-based learning and the use of technology can cater to different learning styles, while flexible work hours and quiet workspaces can enhance productivity and creativity (Armstrong, 2010).

The Future of Neurodiversity and Creativity

The future of neurodiversity is promising. As awareness and acceptance grow, we are likely to see a greater appreciation for the contributions of neurodiverse individuals in various fields. Encouraging diversity in thought and experience not only enriches our culture but also drives innovation and progress.

Try reflecting on these questions ”How has neurodiversity impacted your life or the lives of those around you?” “ What steps can society take to better support and celebrate neurodiverse individuals?” And feel free to leave your comments below with your experiences and opinions in order to engage with others in this enlightening discussion, on the creative world of neurodiversity!

References

Armstrong, T. (2010). Neurodiversity: Discovering the Extraordinary Gifts of Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia, and Other Brain Differences. Da Capo Lifelong Books.

Eisenberg, D., & Strikwerda-Brown, J. (2011). ADHD and creativity: Exploratory and confirmatory findings. Journal of Creative Behavior, 45(1), 1-24. https://doi.org/10.1002/jocb.24

Grandin, T. (2006). Thinking in Pictures: My Life with Autism. Vintage.

Singer, J. (2017). Neurodiversity: The Birth of an Idea. Judy Singer.

West, T. G. (2014). Thinking Like Einstein: Returning to Our Visual and Active Roots in Education, Learning, and Research. Prometheus Books.

[on-the-sugar-cloud]

i’m so happy right now, i can never come down!

hello all! this blog is inspired by @enter-the-rickyverse, @eternally-jane-doe, @enter-the-mishaverse, @oceans-art-blog, and @da-egg-carton. here, i’ll be taking drawing requests for my favorite girl ever, constance!  i thought this type of blog looked really cool and wanted to join in all the fun! 

general rules

drop a request for a connie and it shall be received! if you would like a particular connie, please include a reference photo! will draw any headcannons and personal designs!

i will draw all ships excluding noel/constance and karnak/constance and will do platonic art for everyone! i also will consider drawing ocs. if you have a specific request for the portrayal of the other character, please also put a ref picture in for them as well!

the art likely will be a wide range of mediums, from pen to marker to digital and back! it really just depends on how much time i have and what the brain is feeling

if there are a lot of requests, i will be closing the ask box to better keep track of what i’m trying to get done

if i am taking a while to get back to you, please keep in mind i am a college student with a job! i am trying my best and will try not to take up more than a few days. if i feel as though it may be a while, i’ll put up a warning on the blog

nsfw submissions will be ignored.

please be kind to everyone! 

this blog is run by @forecast-disaster and you can check out my of my work on there under the tag #aster does art

[emcandon]

oooooh I'd love to hear your thoughts about DAV if you do ever feeling like writing them out. I personally have been pretty disappointed with how disneyfied the morality of the game has been.

i'm hoping to finish my first run through of the game in the next week or so! and am going to reserve anything longer until then. but in a broad preliminary sense:

i do have positive thoughts and feelings about the game -- they may even be the majority of my thoughts and feelings! imo, structurally and quest-wise, veilguard is possibly the best dragon age has ever been. the overarching plot is legible and tangible, the sidequests are dramatically driven, and the game does a lot of work to make sure your companions are both visible and meaningfully involved

the big set-piece story missions have also by and large really worked for me--i've gasped out loud MULTIPLE times! vs. inquisition, when the only time i even really Felt anything about the plot was during the burning of Haven + finding of Skyhold. (i liked it! i had fun! but that was the only part of the game that had my FULL ATTENTION.) (also DA2 is the best game overall, followed by DAO and DAI duking it out in the parking lot bc they both have positive qualities that the other emphatically lacks)

also as i'm starting to hit the big pivots in every veilguard companion's culmination arc, i've really liked that they don't feel like Obvious Choices (in fact, DA's usual Oppressed vs. Oppressors choice has been basically absent! hoorah!). i'm looking forward to making different choices next play through! (a liiiiittle afraid the choices won't have much material effect but on the other hand, i'm okay with that bc DA's choices are usually set dressing anyway.)

HOWEVER

Disneyfied, MCU-brained, Whedonesque -- whatever the name, we're all reaching for a way to describe that pervasive sense of flattened positivity. it's not just in the tonally off attempt to integrate modern takes into a fantasy setting (tho i would argue DA has been guilty of this before in different ways, and it was silly then too, if less...tiring), but in the way we're constantly tripping over Codex entries or conversations where the game is trying to like, paper over its own lore? basically the writing keeps putting a hat on the Problematic Tropes it's accidentally walked itself into to try and reconcile with its own past, but it's usually not a very interesting hat.

for ex: any time the lore tries to address having determined that the elven gods are 1) real, 2) just assholes, actually, and that because the elves have been alternatively an analogue for indigeneity and jewishness, that makes the evanuris both a colonial trope and an anti-semitic one. uh oh! uh oh!! probably there would be a more elegant and interesting way to unpack this in text, but it's not the majority of what the game is doing.

this has overall bummed me out bc i think dragon age was always at its best, lore-wise, when it was being creepy. and now it's kind of afraid to be creepy!

also i was tempted into playing the first one bc a friend described the mage situation to me bc they knew i'd love it! that i'd be so happy with a setting where all the magic users were walking time-bombs, and the crapsack world's crapsack strategy for dealing with that was to stick all the time-bombs in a box and SHAKE IT REPEATEDLY AND AT LENGTH. that's a bad solution! with some potent human emotional stupidity driving it! how fun!

anyway this is a lot more words than i intended but i just finished emmrich's last big quest (my man...i'm romancing him next run through i can't wait...i love grandpa...) and had to EXPEL THOUGHTS

more on the way at some point possibly? or more deets on specific elements once i've actually seen the ending.

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 6

Comedy or Tragedy

I'm primarily someone that loves both consuming and writing comedy but I have to say that Metalocalypse, besides being funny, is ripe with angst potential. Because of that, I struggled choosing one for this day. Eventually, I managed to come up with something…and here it is.

Hope you enjoy!

Toki clung to Skwisgaar, sobbing inconsolably on his shoulder. “No, it can’t ends like dat!” He hiccuped. “It amsn’t fair!”

Skwisgaar, though less emotionally overt, had tears in his eyes. “It ams…like dat…”

“No!” Toki yelled, banging on his own thighs. “No! Please!”

Skwisgaar watched him sadly, fighting off the tears.

“It can’ts…” Toki’s voice got lower. “I can’ts…No…No…”

Wiping his eyes, Skwisgaar patted him awkwardly. “It will be okays…eventuallskies…”

“But hows?” Toki insisted, his eyes red and cheeks wet. “Hows can it evers?” He buried his face in his hands. “Hows…”

Skwisgaar tried to speak, but his voice didn’t come out. He cleared his throat, voice broken when he talked. “You has to believes…One deys…”

“Hows can you be okays when you lost it alls?!!” Toki turned to Skwisgaar and the latter looked at him with so much despair in his eyes. “Oh, Skwisgaar…my hearts broken…” He sniffed.

“I knows…” Skwisgaar nodded slowly. “Never thoughts…dis could happens… toes us…” He rubbed his eyes, in an attempt to regain his composure, instead breaking down in front of Toki.

“Oh, no, Skwisgaar…” Toki cupped Skwisgaar’s face with worry.

“Everythingks ams so frails…” Skwisgaar looked to the side, distraught. “In da blinks of an eyes…it can goes away…”

Wordlessly, Toki wiped the tears off Skwisgaar’s face with his thumb. “Don’t cries…” He whispered, while crying himself. 

Dark blue eyes met icy ones. “Toki…” Skwisgaar pleaded his name, like he was about to break into pieces.

“Skwisgaar…”

Pickles walked in with a bong and almost dropped it over the sight. “Whu….Whut is goin’ on here?!”

Toki turned to the voice, casually letting go of Skwisgaar. “Oh, Pickle!” He rubbed his nose. “We were watchings um, whats it calls…”

“Da Broker’s Mount Ann…” Skwisgaar sadly, drying his face with his shirt. 

“The Brother’s Mob Plan…” Toki repeatedly wrongly, just as sad.

Pickles’ eyes went from the rolling credits on the TV, to Skwisgaar and Toki, to finally the DVD box on the table. Something seemed to click on his brain, because he sighed and went. “Ye mean…Brokeback Mounteen?”

“Ja, dat’s what we says.” Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow.

“Moidaface says it was a cows boy movies…” Toki explained, looking down pathetically. “We thoughts they would has horses and has gun fights…”

“Fuckingks Moidaface…” Skwisgaar cursed under his breath. “It was so fuckingks depresskings…”

“Ye guys are so fucken stoopid…” Pickles said, to no one in particular. “Who hasn’t heerd of Brokeback Mounteen?”

“He mades us watch a gay movies and cries about it!” Toki ignored him, getting progressively angry instead. “We should…We should kills him!”

“Ja!” Skwisgaar stood up in agreement. “He mades us gays! We amsn’t gays! Lets kill hims!”

“Uh, I think you are pretty ghey…” Pickles commented and took a bong rip before flopping on the couch. “I mean, ye were like-”

“Let’s go, Skwisgaar!” Toki decided, standing up too. “We can burns his dicks while he ams sleepings!”

“We cans drop a huge pianosk on his stupids, uglies dick!” Skwisgaar suggested, with a mischievous smirk. 

“Yeah!” Toki cheered and they left, mumbling and cackling about the possible suffering they could inflict on Murderface. 

Pickles watched them go with disbelief, a cloud of smoke surrounding him. “Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, or somethin’.”