#you guys don’t get it I WANT TO VAPORIZE THEM

[chialattea]

Another genetic engineering exam, another drawing of me destroying MADS members as an offering to the academic gods

[minswriting]

Colds and Cuddles - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

About: You get a cold while your boyfriend is out on a case. And when he gets back, he takes care of you.

Warnings: none! this is purely self indulgent though as i’m suffering from a cold and want to be babied by aaron hotchner. this is pure fluff. i’m not the greatest at writing comfort/fluff (as i need to practice it more lol) so i’d love to hear your guys’ feedback!!

Word Count: 1k

When Aaron had left for work two days prior, he could tell something was off with you. You seemed more lethargic than usual and ran down. But you had pushed through it, likely not experiencing symptoms at that point. When you had texted him the next day exclaiming you didn’t feel well, Aaron wasn’t surprised. He knew when someone was coming down with a cold. Being a father, Jack was a living petri dish and Aaron was accustomed to the colds and other sickness that came with that fact.

He came home from the case with his go bag in hand and a bag from the store. He had stopped at the pharmacy before coming home, ensuring that you had medicine as well as a few other things. As Aaron walked through the apartment door, he saw you on the couch, bundled in a blanket with the TV on as you watched some comedy show.

“Honey, I’m home,” Aaron exclaimed as he hung up his jacket.

“Yay,” came your hoarse and exhausted voice as you stood up from the couch. You were about to walk over to Aaron to greet him but he was already over to you before you could.

Aaron looked at you, taking in your appearance. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes were sunken with bags underneath them. Your nose was red from irritation. Aaron couldn’t help but feel for you. Colds really sucked. He tucked a strand of hair out of your face before checking your temperature with his wrist. You were certainly heating up. “Have you taken anything?” He asked softly.

When you shook your head no, Aaron frowned. “I’ve been too tired to go look at what we have,” you croaked out. Your voice was so hoarse and nasally.

Aaron hummed in response, caressing your cheek lovingly. He then opened the bag he was holding in his other hand, taking out the things he bought. “Luckily enough,” he began, grabbing the items. “I bought some stuff on my way home.” He pulled out a bottle of acetaminophen and something to break up mucus. “Reid told me what is best with colds. Apparently, cold medicines are a fluke because they're not full doses of what you actually need.” Aaron’s voice was soft as he spoke, a quirk in his lip as he quoted his genius agent.

You couldn’t help the small but tired smile on your lips as Aaron spoke. He was known for being so stoic, so stuck up and authoritative when he was at work. But with you? He was a complete softy. And you adored it. “What else did you get?” You asked.

“Some cough drops, vicks vapor rub,” Aaron replied, pulling out the items and placing them on the coffee table. He reached into the bag for the last item, pulling out a package of your favorite snack. “Thought you may need something joyful if your throat allows you to swallow.”

You grinned, looking at Aaron. “Thank you,” you said softly. “You didn’t have to do this, you know. You just got home from a case. You, too, should rest.”

Aaron shook his head, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I can’t rest without making sure you’re taken care of, sweetheart,” he exclaimed, kissing your forehead again. “Now sit down. Have you eaten today?” You obeyed, sitting down on the couch.

When you shook your head once more, Aaron sighed. He should’ve known that you hadn’t. If you were too tired to look for medicines, then you were likely too tired to make yourself food as well.

“I’ll make you something,” He said softly, looking down at you as he towered over you. He reached down to caress your cheek once more.

“You really don’t have to-“ You tried to tell him no. But Aaron was quick to interrupt you.

“Let me take care of you,” He said firmly. “You’re sick and I wasn’t here to help you. Let me help you now. I’ll rest once you’ve eaten and taken medicine.”

And who were you to say no?

So Aaron went to the kitchen and made you soup. Aaron didn’t cook often. Not because he didn’t know how to but simply because his job didn’t allow him the time to do so. But whenever he did, it was always delicious. After thirty minutes in the kitchen, Aaron came back out to the living room with a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup for you to eat. And you made sure to eat at least most of it.

Not much was spoken between the two of you as Aaron took care of you. He gave you the medicine, giving you a glass of water to take it. After that, he disappeared to the bedroom for a few minutes before coming out in a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt, a vast difference from the thousand dollar suit he was wearing a bit ago.

Aaron took a seat on the couch next to you, putting an arm around your blanketed shoulders. “Do you need anything else?” He murmured, leaning his head on top of yours as he pulled you closer to him.

“Just you.” You replied softly, snuggling into Aaron’s side. Aaron smiled softly at you, putting a finger underneath your chin and kissing your lips softly. When he pulled away, you frowned. “I’m going to get you sick,” You said, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I don’t really care,” Aaron said, kissing your lips again. “Let’s get you to bed.” He said, pulling away to stand up. He reached out for your hand.

The two of you went to the bedroom, lying down on the bed. You got yourself comfortable, snuggling under the comforter. Aaron followed suit, getting under the comforter and wrapping his arms around you. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the room filled with the small sounds of your congested snores. The sound lulled Aaron to sleep, allowing him to finally rest.

And a few days later when you were feeling better, Aaron began to feel the coming of a cold and you were there to take care of him too.

[someonehugratchet]

Things I would say to TFP characters that would probably confuse them:

Optimus:

• big dumb blue bitch

• how were you a librarian yet you can’t get people to be quiet

• pulling all the hoes with that autism rizz, hey big guy?

• single dad

• Have you ever been fragged from both ends at once?

• pookie smookie bear

• magnificent blue bitch

• you’re shaped like a friend

• Is your spark secretly a cat?

Ratchet:

• Nurse Ratched

• Cuckoo

• Can you step on me but like not kill me?

• actually you can kill me

• I’m going to bite you on the face

• handsome

• Transformers can get pregnant right? Would you like me to try get you-

• Big Boy

• Pretty Boy

• I want to show you Hacksaw Ridge but I think you’ll cry and I Optimus would get mad at me

• toots

• heya sugar tits

• what would you do if I swallowed a coin

• what would you do if I throw up blood a week ago and didn’t tell anyone

Arcee:

• Sis

• Shadowheart wannabe

• “Hello Darkness My Old Friend~”

• Sonic The Hedgehog

• baddy with an addy

• I wanna chew on your legs is that weird

• girly pops

• girl you should get your nails did

Bulkhead:

• You have a squishy kind of vibe about you

• bubba

• bulky boy

• you are a sweet potato and I will not elaborate

• mean green mother from out of space!

• just a little guy

• a sweet baby

• I’m adopting you as my brother sorry about it

Wheeljack:

• slut

• sorry

• pleasure bot

• ARE YOU ITALIAN OR SPANISH I DONT KNOW?

• is being in a jet like being inside another bot to you or…?

• did you bite as a sparkling?

• have you heard of One Direction?

• they totally did break up

• …

• like the wreckers-

• pookie

• Lone Ranger behaviour

Bee:

• MY SON

• a wittle baby

• with knives

• Scout’s Honour!

• your puppy dog eyes could save the war I’m so serious right now

• bumble baby

• honey bee

• honey pie

• cutie pie

• I would commit so many war crimes for you

• starch that I will like right now don’t even test me

Smoke Screen:

• swiper no swiping

• twin~ where have you been~?

• have you considered war crimes?

• sparkly boy

• stoner screen

• vape screen

• Vapor screen

• shiny baby

• I have… another child?

• problem child

[lesbiandonnanoble]

ranking torchwood members by how nightmarish the blunt rotation would be. number 6 ultimate least worst is gwen but only because i love drama so much and don’t mind comforting people if they cry. any smoke sesh w gwen you’d walk away knowing the funniest most insane interpersonal drama on the planet. three hits in her eyes would already be getting red and she would lean over and say “SWEAR to me you won’t repeat this to anyone, but” gwen babygirl i am all ears. i would roll for you and just sit and watch you smoke it. at #5 honorary mention for suzie. she would find the perfect music for the vibe. she would roll an immaculate joint. the conversation would be heartfelt, pleasant. real.. by the time i realize i’m slowly dying and she’s gaining strength i wouldn’t even care tbh. ideal joint-sharing experience. #4 would be owen because i know that as long as i laughed at his jokes he would smoke me up indefinitely. his delusion that he’s cool and badass would get more embarrassing and apparent when high like mac it’s always sunny levels . and you might have to suffer some hero complex stories but i just know his very cool-looking bong has crystal clear water the second he knows anyone’s coming over. #3 is easily ianto. high chances of bringing a really uncomfortable weird energy to any smoke sesh. i once met a guy who said he’d been practicing rolling joints since he was a kid with paper and pencil shavings and then rolled the joint that fucked me the hardest i’ve ever experienced and that’s what smoking ianto’s shit would be like. except he’s just sitting there looking at you with wet dog eyes the whole time. his vibe would be still weirdly too professional, like the business major who tries to network at house parties. toshiko my lady.. second worst person to smoke with in torchwood not for any awful reason. her jokes would be the funniest out of all of them. her laugh would be enchanting. but you can tell she’s so nervous and trying too hard and the vibe gets more and more awkward and you desperately want to tell her it’s fine but you worry calling attention to it might make her feel worse and you stare at her and she stares at you, takes a beautiful bong rip, and says something so self deprecating you have to look away. the #1 most nightmarish person to share a joint with in torchwood is obviously jack. he pulls out a bag of purple shit, a strain he informs you is called ‘megacock OG’, and loads it into his 23rd century fucking instant vaporizer and promises it’s “got a hell of a kick” and you blink and it’s 20 minutes later and you’re flinching nearly shitting yourself every time his stupid fucking dinosaur swoops overhead ,sweating buckets, and he’s grinning slapping the table laughing opposite you while his genuinely cringeworthy sex stories, seemingly endless, ring in your ears like churchbells.

[pinksugarscrub]

Compromise

Hobie Brown x fem! reader

This is my response to the 2024 elections

word count: 1,065

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The sky managed to encapsulate your mood perfectly. Dreary and dark with clouds soaked to the brim like sponges.

Tick

The city was surprisingly quiet. The bodega closed and Midtown students stuck indoors due to the incoming storm

Tick

You hated how quiet it was.

Tick

With a loud sigh you press down harder on the volume button. Music flooding your ears at a decibel that surely wouldn’t be healthy in the long run.

She meant well. Gwen always meant well you reasoned but that didn’t make the ache in your chest lessen.

Cold and half eaten, your dinner rests on the counter. A loud tick! managing to slip past the chorus of your favorite song.

It was his song first.

With a groan you switch to another song. A different song.

‘What if you’re too different?’

The ache in your heart makes itself known again. Traitor.

‘What do you mean?’ you laugh awkwardly.

Gwen’s eyes furrow and as much as MJ wants to speak up, she doesn’t. Just keeps her head down while idly skimming through the popcorn.

‘I mean, think about it.’ Gwen shifts. Facing you while you prepared another batch of hot chocolate. ‘He goes to protests. You do petitions.’

‘I don’t see a problem with that,’ you answer. Confused as you watch the milk bubble.

‘Ok, let me rephrase. He’s determined in his views while you are the least confrontational person I know.’

MJ cringes as she crushes a kernel between her fingers.

‘What are you going to do when you have a disagreement?’ Gwen asks.

‘Look, what are you getting at?’ you huff. Glaring down at the chocolate tablet as you plop it in the pot.

‘I don’t think this guy is right for you.’

The room goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere you worked so hard on achieving vaporizing into thin air.

This was supposed to be a relaxing night after exams. It was supposed to be an escape with your friends. Not…this.

‘Don’t get me wrong,’ Gwen starts. Fingers digging into the couch cushions. ‘Hobie sounds like a really sweet guy. I'm just…worried.’

‘Gwen maybe we should-’

‘No,’ you interrupt. Glancing over to MJ’s hunched form. ‘I want to hear what she has to say. Go on, say it.’

The words sound so much more condescending than you had intended but there’s an anger bubbling alongside the milk.

Gwen, never one to back down, straightens in her seat. A stubbornness you praise but now feels like a nuisance.

‘He’s anarchist! You’re a pacifist. You may want the same things but you will both do very different things to get them.’

‘You guys.’ MJ’s voice strains to be heard above the hurt. ‘Please.’

‘I don’t want you to lose your dignity over someone just because you want to please him.’ Gwen continues as her eyes narrow. ‘You’re already listening to punk music which you used to detest and what about the clothes you’re starting to buy?’

‘What about it?’

‘It isn’t you!’

‘I’m allowed to change my mind!’

‘Are you?’ She scoffs, ‘or is he doing that for you?’

You jump as a loud boom shakes the picture frames on your wall. Frantic you slid off your seat to place some distance between you and the balcony window.

One drop turns to two. Then three. Then it’s pouring so hard you feel like water will stream through any second to create an entirely new ecosystem in your living room.

Maybe the reason you were so angry, was because you knew she was right.

Slowly settling on the edge of the couch you stare at gloomy New York and she stares right back. Taunting you. Mocking you. Asking when it was your turn to break and let the tears fall.

You’re too different.

One hiccup turns to two. Then three. Then tears roll down your face while water trickles down the window pane.

You never should have yelled. You were just angry and rightfully so but Gwen was worried. She always worries. She always means well.

The lock to your apartment turns. Wet boots squishing against the welcome mat.

“Lovie it’s dangerous to leave your door unlocked. If I had been a…”

Hobie is at your side within seconds. Fruity drinks long forgotten as he pulls you into his arms.

You’re not sure what to do. The selfish parts of you don’t want to stay buried. They want to grab onto him and never let go. But how unfair would it be to keep him from finding the happiness he deserves?

“Hey, hey,” he whispers. “Talk to me darling.” Kissing the crown of your head and running his hands up and down the length of your arms.

You shake your head. A hiccup stuck in your throat as the tightness in your chest grew.

“Alright, ok. I’m right here.”

He gently coaxes your arms to wrap around his waist. When you finally respond he presses your head to his chest.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

God, who were you kidding? He was perfect for you in every way.

Hobie sways the two of you on your feet. Rubbing between your shoulders and taking deep even breaths. Soon enough, yours matches his own.

Droplets hit the rail of your balcony and suddenly you can hear the city again. Car horns and kids running down the street. The sun peaking through the clouds before hiding behind complexes and office buildings.

Slowly you pull away. Cinnamon and leather, your new favorite scent.

“Atta girl…” Hobie’s eyes are filled with worry as he reaches for you cheek. “You ready to talk?”

He smiles slightly as you nod. Pinching your cheek and forcing your eyes on him. “I’m all yours.”

You tell him everything. How sorry you are for snapping. How confused and scared you are to lose him. A future you envision and a life you want to share.

You don’t expect him to walk away but you certainly don't expect him to slide one of his rings on your finger.

“Who said I couldn’t change my mind too?” He mumbles. Kissing the knuckle adoring his ring. “Love is all about compromise innit?”

You’re left at a loss for words.

“I can’t promise you perfection. Gwendy’s right. We’ll always have our problems but at the end of the day…”

Your heart lurches as he places a kiss on your lips.

“I’ll always want you.”

-

We're not talking about sunsets, are we?

[robfozdarling]

It’s finally time to post these here

So you know how there’s The Frowning Critters? The opposite of The Smiling Critters? Well now that there’s The Nightmare Critters, what if we had the opposite of that?

Introducing:

Let’s go ahead and meet them!

Snow Fleece

Certainly the most outgoing of the group, Snow loves to sing songs and hang out with his friends! He enjoys making flower crowns as well!

Yummy Gummy

Yummy is rather good at sports, but she’d much rather cheer you on! She’s a real team player and will offer you all the support she can!

Tabby Batty

You can trust this silly bat with anything! He’s great at keeping secrets and would never judge you for anything. He’s a great listener too! You could even say he’s all ears!

Gogo Gator

A real go getter (yes her name is a pun), Gogo is up for anything! Her energy is unmatched and she’s always the first one up in the morning! She would never just sit around and wait for things to happen, she’d make them happen!

Gabri

A sweet and gentle bird, Gabri is always in a bright mood. They love to dance, and do so gracefully! They love the sunshine, the bright green grass, and feeling the wind in their feathers

Simone Vapor

Quite the nervous one! Simone always loves to lend a helping claw, but never wants to be in the spot light! She’s quite shy, but she’s still friendly. Although she’s a dragon, she isn’t greedy or fierce. She’s more about safety!

Stu Little

If you thought Simone was shy, Stu’s even more so! She’s super quiet, and likes to keep things nice and tidy! It takes a lot of work to get her to even say a word! But don’t worry, just because she isn’t speaking, doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy your company!

Marco Mako

Last, but certainly not least, we got Marco! He’s a real friendly shark, who loves eating healthy! He’s a vegetarian, so no meat for this guy! He loves all sorts of veggies, but his favorite is broccoli! (For some reason) And don’t worry, he doesn’t bite ;)

Here’s a picture with all of them!

Hope you enjoyed them! I love these little fellas!

The Logo, Snow, Yummy, Gogo, and Stu were designed by me!

Tabby, Gabri, Simone, and Marco were designed by my good friend @hypnautic-cereal !

[izaanagi]

lowk who do u think in haikyuu would get freaky in one of those red telephone boxes in the uk cuz i was in london a few weeks ago and randomly thought of it 🤔

If there you wouldn’t expect is for Miya Osamu, very diligent, very demure owner of one of the most successful business in Japan, to become such a different person as he steps into another continent.

And yet, Osamu is simply transforming in front of your eyes; he kisses you on your lips whenever he looks at you, his hands are always somehow touching you and the look in his eyes is that of a famished predator that has finally ogled his perfect prey.

However, it all comes to its peak as you’re walking down the streets in London, dusk long settled - and one of those old red telephone booths comes into view.

“Have you ever been inside one of those?” Osamu asks, his nose touching your jaw as he turns towards you.

“No, never. I did not have the chance,” you answer, just shrugging, thinking nothing of it. But when a small grin appears on Osamu’s face, you know there is something wrong.

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist, making you following him right to the booth, and inside. There are only a couple people walking by, and Osamu loses no time by kissing you on your mouth, your bodies touching from top to bottom in the tight space.

It’s not the first time you guys make out in public, but Osamu’s hands are travelling over your shirt, carefully avoiding your breasts. But then he veers off course and his mouth simply plummets towards your collarbone, sucking and licking hard enough for a hickey to form instantly.

“Hey, big boy, why don’t we get home and continue whatever you want to do to me?” You ask, unsure of what’s going on Osamu’s mind as his hand finally ventures underneath the fabric of the shirt, cold against your skin.

He is nose deep in your cleavage as the words, “Don’t wanna,” leave his mouth, and he’s already unclasping your bra. Shuffling around, Osamu’s head is beneath your shirt, your right nipple getting twisted in his mouth and your left at the mercy of his hand’s ministrations. He tugs and turns, twirls and squeezes as his teeth clamp on your sensitive spot, licking your rock bud, tugging and then lapping at it.

“Osamu,” you call. All he does is to suck harder, your breath hitching. He switches to your left nipple to be played with, while his hand is already venturing further down, first on your hips and then your ass. He grabs a handful to press you against himself even better, his erection evident in his pants. “Osamu,” you call again.

Yet all he does is push his knee between your legs, opening them enough so that his hand can go and knead your pussy above your pants. You clamp your hand on his, trying to stop him from getting you an orgasm out in public. “Hey, Osamu, I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to do it here.”

Osamu takes his head out of the shirt, your nipples getting the full brunt of the cold wind, making them painfully harder.

“Why not?” He smiles.

“It’s…,” you blush.

“It’s what?” He teases, stealing a kiss.

“Improper,” you finish.

Yet his hand is still on your pussy, his fingers working to put the zipper down, and move away your pink panties and find your clit to rub at it.

“I want to see you try and walk home with your panties wet with cum,” he whispers, shame nowhere to be seen.

“How are you gonna walk with that boner between youe legs?”

All he does is pressing your hand against himself, heat already attaching itself as vapor at the windows of the booth. “You can fix it,” he smirks.

Then it’s only a battle of glances as he continues stimulating your pussy and kissing you to make your capitulate.

“You’re a sly, shameless bastard,” you chide you, as his stiff cock makes contact with your hand and he hisses. The pre cum helps your hand slide up and down, and it’s so stupid, yet liberating as you see his orgasm build up in his eyes and the twitches of his cock as you works up, already two fingers in deep.

“And you love for it,” he responds, seeking the drop of pleasure before both of you come crashing to the reality of what you’ve just done.

[idkfitememate]

HELLO THERE!! I have been reading your various creators (WHICH IS SO ADORABLE) I have an idea that i'd like to share with you :))

Imagine Hydra!creator, basically something like Osial. THEY'RE JUST LINGERING SOMEWHERE IN THE WATERS, probably in the waters of Liyue AND THEY MET THE CRUX.

Hydra!creator peaking through the waters and looked at Beidou and Kazuha, and have a staring contest. Beidou thought its just a huge sea serpent since the creator peaked with their main head only. Once hydra!creator warmed up to both of them and the crew THEN RISE INTO THEIR FULL HEIGHT AND FORM, welp thats a pretty big hydra we have there (flashback at Osial and Beisht)

Maybe Beidou would introduce us to Ningguang at some point? I could imagine Ningguang just questioning how many hydras are there. That was what she thought because of the two previous ones that attacked the harbour, until she realized hydra!creator is just some big water noodle. A big water noodle that'll help from the water. Helping the sailors and fishermen, when theres a storm, hydra!creator will guide them to the safety of Liyue's docks.

Sorry if these seems like a lot :"))

I remember getting this ask and reading through it and going “HOLY SHIT!!! TIME TO SPEED THROUGH TO THIS ONE!!!!!”

… I’m sorry it took so long to respond my dear anon ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა-

BUT YES!!!! WE NEED MORE MYTHICAL CREATURE!CREATORS HEHEHHEHEHEHEHE

*Glances back at my nine headed phoenix OC… looks away*

ANYWAY-

Big noodle!! Big ole water noodle!!! Just a big happy fella!!!!

I actually imagine you staring at a shell shocked Kazuha because “That’s a huge bitch-“

Anyway when you rise up the ship is on one of your heads. Naturally they attack but you just whimper and shake off the attack, looking hurt. Like a puppy.

They wouldn’t know how to feel.

All of Liyue goes into panic mode because they??? just dealt????with this?????

Nigguang and everyone else (I forgot who all helped-) goes out to attack again but you don’t attack, you just stare at them????

Someone jokingly throws a fish at you and yells catch and one of your heads do and another wiggles and delight and you just looks so genuinely happy to be there they can’t be mad at that face-

There’s a storm? Not anymore, you blew it away! Tsunami? Nu uh you drank it! Godly threat? You beat the shit out of it!~

(Zhongli is honestly happy they have another godly being to protect them because, while yeah they did beat Osial but like… it was super close-)

Imagine you can do the laser beam-

“Hey Raiden Shogun what’s that light coming from Liyue?”

“I don’t know let me see-“

*Gets fucking vaporized*

Lmao Childe on his knees wanting to fight and you just gently nudging him away with one of many snouts.

POV the world is your bath tub:

This is such a cute idea I-

IT COULD NEVER BE A LOT ITS BEAUTIFUL!!!!! <3

God you guys have such great ideas ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡

[channieskies]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕴𝕴: 𝕬𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖞

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Jeong(Jung) Jaehyun x Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized)

Genre: Smut (eventual), Angst, Supernatural Romance, Urban Fantasy

AU: Supernatural AU, Vampire Au, Werewolf AU, Witch AU

Word count: 7966 [Reading time: 32 Minutes]

Networks: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Synopsis: Christopher and his pack head out to handle the ones responsible for everything that happened with Jeongin and Seungmin. Jaehyun shows you a bit more of his past.

He couldn’t hear or see anything. His mind fogged over by blind rage. His body was growing tired though, he didn’t know why. He could feel this warm stickiness coating his hands and face, but didn’t have the slightest clue as to what it was. He didn’t have any clarity until he felt the arms of his brothers around him. The sound of their cries filled his ears, pulling him out of his disorientation. The color started to come back to the room, it was then that he was able to see what he had done.

CHAPTER INDEX

A.N: Please reblog and leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to @palindrome969 for beta reading this for me. I could never thank you enough. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids or NCT. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language.

All piled into Chris’s truck, the boys ventured into the bayou in search of Vaiden’s hideout. The trees were tall and thick with hanging moss, the roads were almost nonexistent in this part, too far to the left or right and his truck would be in the swampy water. There was an eerie fog that draped the surroundings, choking the  base of the trees. His headlight barely cut through the dense vapor. He understood why Vaiden picked this location, it was easy to keep unwanted people out. But, if he could infringe on Chris’s turf and fuck with his people, then the same could be done contrariwise. The atmosphere both in and out of the truck was tense. No one had said a thing since they left the house. Chris chewed on his lip, he wanted to call you, to ask you to be on standby for them. But what could he say to you right now? He was sure you hated his guts at the current moment. Even if you had a duty to perform, you would probably keep it at that and ignore his existence while doing so. He desperately needed to get you out of his mind. He had a task at hand, one that was life or death. One that might put his pack in jeopardy. He couldn’t risk that, no matter how much he regretted upsetting you.

“Hyung, kill the lights.” Minho spoke, bringing him out of his thoughts. He quickly killed the lights, pulling up on the cabin on the water. He parked his dark truck near a bunch of foliage, hoping it would mostly blend in.

“If it gets overwhelming, I want you to run to safety.”

“Hyung what the hell are you even saying?” Changbin griped.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you guys.” His words were met with groans from his pack. He sighed. “Fine. This is our fight, and we fight to win. Stay in pairs and don’t let them separate you no matter what. What they have in numbers we have in strength and skill. Let’s go get them.” He managed to get it together, putting spirit into his pep talk. He could hear his heart beating fast in his ears, he was nervous. But the feeling wasn’t for him, it was for his brothers. Things started to move quickly as they snuck up onto the porch, some going around the side, while he, Changbin, Felix, and Hyunjin went in from the front. Chris kicked the door down and everything picked up from there. Fists were flying towards him at a fast pace, but he was quicker, much quicker. He had one objective, to find Vaiden and end his tyranny. 

He was amazed he could still think straight with the anger that was fueling his actions at the current moment. Room to room, he was going in looking for one person and that person only. He didn’t attack anyone who didn’t charge for him or his pack first. When Felix got pinned under a guy twice his size, Chris was there to pull him off, clocking the man in his jaw and knocking him out. “Hyung, take Bin-hyung and go, we can handle this.”Hyunjin yelled as he ran over to help Felix up. Chris looked at Felix for confirmation, Felix gave him a small nod before blocking a punch from a guy that came running in. This place wasn’t that big, Vaiden had to be somewhere around here. Chris grabbed Bin and then moved on. They passed a kitchen, dining hall, and a recreation area, but there was no sign of Vaiden anywhere. They got to the back stairs and as soon as they looked to the top of them, there he stood in all of his six foot glory.  Chris clenched his jaw, ready for whatever came next. 

“Well would you look at that. I guess my message wasn’t that well received.” Vaiden spoke with a gravelly tone, voice deep like it came from deep within his chest. “Maybe I should have killed one of them instead.” He cackled maniacally, tilted back. Chris’s blood began to boil at his antagonizing words. “Wonder what your face would look like then.” He almost didn’t get all the words out before Chris was up the stairs. 

“It’s a trap! Hyung!” Changbin called after him, but his words fell on deaf ears. All Chris saw was his enemy drenched in red. As soon as his foot landed on the last step, Vaidens leg was up, aiming center mass on Chris. With all his might, he kicked the boy, sending him flying back down the stairs. Changbin braced himself to catch his leader, taking most of the damage as they tumbled down the steps to the bottom. Both men groaned, hurt from the impact. “You can’t take him on by yourself.” Changbin pushed Chris off of him, but still reached his hand out to help the older male up. “Together.” Chris nodded, agreeing to the idea. They both bolted up the stairs, “High!” Changbin communicated with his leader telepathically. Chris went high and Changbin low, successfully tackling the tall, bulky man to the ground. A brawl ensued. Vaiden’s men came out of the woodworks, all of them trying to get in on the action. It was six on two, but Chris and Changbin were holding their own. 

“Can’t handle a bit of friendly competition huh, Chris? Just like you couldn’t handle me getting with your little human whore before you could huh? What was her name again?” His busted lip curled into a sick smile. “Ahh right. Y/n. Such a sweet name for such a sweet fucking cunt. I wonder if she could have taken all the dick I was going to give her like the good little slut she is.” He cackled, throwing wild punches in Chris’ direction. “I heard her sweet little cunt likes to be breed. I wonder if she can handle my pups.” He smirked. He knew he was getting under Chris’s skin by bringing you up. Chris saw red, every bit of his anger consumed him. With the loudest growl he’d ever done, he pounced. Scratching, clawing, pummeling, kicking, he turned Vaiden every which way but loose. He was so engrossed in ending Vaiden’s speech that he didn’t notice the rest of the guys coming up the stairs. He didn’t notice them yelling for him to stop, that Vaiden had had enough. He didn’t even budge when his strongest pack mates tried to pull him off of the man that was pinned under him. He just wanted the man to shut up for once and for all. He had hurt too many people close to him and he was honestly just tired of it all. Tired of the fights. Tired of having a target on his back. What was it all for? Territory? To be the alpha-ist alpha of them all? Bullshit. He didn’t want that. All Chris wanted was for his family, both chosen and biological, to be happy, healthy, and most of all, safe. 

He couldn’t hear or see anything. His mind fogged over by blind rage. His body was growing tired though, he didn’t know why. He could feel this warm stickiness coating his hands and face, but didn’t have the slightest clue as to what it was. He didn’t have any clarity until he felt the arms of his brothers around him. The sound of their cries filled his ears, pulling him out of his disorientation. The color started to come back to the room, it was then that he was able to see what he had done. Vaiden was laying in the middle of the floor, bruised, bloodied, and battered. Coughing and sputtering blood. He was unrecognizable. “Oh… no… what have I done?” Chris started to freak out, moving his hands to his face only to realize they were covered in the blood of his enemy. He wanted to scream, to cry out. But no sound would come out. What had he become? Minho grabbed him by his shoulders. 

“You are a leader, we need you to lead us. What do we do? What do you want us to do?” Chris blinked at him, gathering all of his strength to not break down right then and there. “Hyung! We need you to tell us what you need!” He shook him hard, successfully snapping the alpha right back into his senses.

“Gather the severely injured. We have to get them some help.”

His intentions were pure. He just wanted you to see what he saw when he first laid eyes on you. How you were the exact replica of the woman he loved so dearly. The woman who had his heart, even after her death, even after they parted ways. She was his everything, in both this life and his last. He was there when she took her last breaths, a doctor then just like he is now, lending his expertise, because it seemed that no amount of money could find her comfort or a cure. He was there when she said goodbye to her husband and daughter. There when she spared him one last look as the light drained from her eyes. It was right then and there that he swore that’d be the last time he would let his heart be broken. He didn’t care how many times the love of his life was reincarnated, he couldn’t deal with watching her fade away again. But here you were, standing in the ballroom of one of his homes, the one he shared with her. Where he spent his time loving and cherishing her. Standing in the exact spot they used to dance by the fire every date night. The very spot they had made love countless times. It was right here by this fireplace that she said her goodbyes to him. Saying that the two of them could never be. Right here in this spot is where she handed him his dead heart back after draining it of its last shred of humanity.

“What the actual fuck?” Your jaw dropped, and he was sure if it hadn’t hinged to your skull it would have fallen off. “Why- Why the fuck does she look like me?” He could hear your heartbeat quickening, your thoughts running a mile a minute. Grateful that he was able to hear them at this moment, because you were otherwise rendered speechless. 

“Reincarnation, is my guess.” He shrugged, hands deep in his pockets as he looked up at the photo as well. “Before she was reincarnated in spirit, but not likeness. Now, it’s likeness and not spirit, I guess you can say. You look like her, but you don’t act like either of them. Which- don’t take this the wrong way- makes things a little spicier? For lack of a better word.” He nodded. “You are sarcastic and cynical, even if most of it takes place in your mind. It just shows that you are a product of the times. But you are also a lot like your mother, even if you don’t realize it. Kind and compassionate. Who walks around the childrens ward of a hospital with a stranger's cat on a leash, just because her mother told her to?” You rolled your eyes, did he need to remind you of the first time you met? You were still trying to burn that memory from your brain.

“Someone who didn’t want to face the wrath of that woman, you do know she's a witch, right?” You pointed out in jest, “I mean all of that is well and good, but I’m really starting to judge your taste in women. Two had the same personality and two had the same face.” You quirked a brow, “Can’t tell me that isn’t a little weird. Reincarnation or not. If it didn’t work the first two times, you’d think you’d try something different, no?”

He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you, “I have a taste for the.. Finer things in life. Every part of her was the finést I’d ever had. Face to taste.” His words sunk into you as he passed by you, his arm brushing against yours ever so slightly. The contact sending your mind into one of those God forsaken flashbacks. 

It was in this very room. The fireplace had a roaring fire going, illuminating only part of the room. There was a storm brewing outside of the large picturesque windows, little flashes of lighting striking every once in a while. Unlike the burning flame, there was something that filled the room, constant moans. They bounced off the walls, leaving haunting echoes behind. A chair from the corner had been pulled hearthside for warmth. Her legs were spread wide and thrown over each armrest, her fingers in the tousled hair of the man between her legs. He stared up at her with passion in his eyes, dragging his fangs over the inside of her thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. “I need to taste you, my love.” She tried to move his face closer to her heat, but he didn’t budge. He was in control, even if she didn't want him to be. She let out a whine, poking out her bottom lip, begging without using a word. “Patience, beautiful. It’s a virtue, remember?”

He used his fingers to spread her lower lips, taking a tentative lick before diving in head first. The sensation had her throwing her head back in ecstasy. His tongue worked her in wonderful ways as his eyes stayed locked on hers. Swirls and flicks, countered by him fully wrapping his lips around her bud sucking on it gently. Long fingers teased her entrance before dipping in, just to be pulled out to tease again. He was playing with his food and she wouldn’t lie and say she didn’t enjoy it. “Please my beloved…” He smirked against her, settling on having teased her enough. He sunk his index and middle finger into her wetness, not meeting much resistance. He loved when she was this wet, it always delighted his senses. The sound, the smell, the feeling of it, all just drove him wild. Her eyes rolled back as his long fingers brushed against the spongy part inside of her. He knew her body better than she knew it herself. Her walls clenched around his fingers, making him groan. He couldn’t wait to fill her up like he knew she wanted. He needed her to squeeze him like she was doing his fingers right now. Needed to feel her warmth and wetness tightly wrapped around him. He needed her…

“Oh fuck off!” You pulled away from him having seen enough. He smirked, knowing exactly what x-rated scenes just played in your mind. “There is something wrong with you, you know that?” He shrugged, his smile still lingering on his lips. You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, just to let them drop to your side seconds later.

“Love how you’ve said everything but ‘I hated that.’ It's very telling.” You scoffed as he laughed, “Just admit it, you enjoyed it. You got your own little pornographic point of view of how I enjoy my meals, deliciously.” He reached out, gently grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of yours. “Remember I can hear your thoughts, Y/n.” You could feel the warmth creep to your face as he spoke. You were once again trapped in his bubble, far too close to this man for it to be considered friendly. His free hand reached up and caressed your jaw then moved to your cheek. “You are beautiful, did you know that?” You honestly couldn’t tell what type of spell this man had cast on you, but it was almost like you needed to be this close to him.

Your body was doing whatever the hell he commanded it to do, letting him invade your personal space. But good thing you still had control of your mind. “You dare say that in front of the portrait of the woman you loved? It's kind of convenient isn’t it? Saying I’m beautiful when I look an awful lot like her.” He smiled, thumb halting its movement.

His thumb moved from your cheek to trace over your lips, the simple action sending shivers through your body. “Maybe I just have a type.” He tugged your bottom lip down with his thumb, making you gasp. “Nothing wrong with that, right?” It felt like your heart was beating in your throat. What was this alluring aura he seemed to produce? What was with him always pulling you in without even trying? Was it his Jedi like vampire mind tricks? He laughed, “Ever consider that maybe you just want to be close to me? I don’t use my powers on unsuspecting people, darling, it’s impolite. I am a gentleman afterall.” Was that what it was? Did you just have this constant need to be close to this man? He was attractive, yes. But he most definitely wasn’t your normal type. You usually wouldn't consider anyone this pretty. The last time you did the guy slept with your highschool bestfriend in the bathroom during fourth period. But if you thought about it, taking away the fact that he was pretty, being ain’t shit was usually the common denominator between all of your exes. Maybe it was time for a change. You could try something different for once.

“Ah, so you like fuck boys.” He chuckled, there just seemed to be a constant smile on his face whenever you were around. “Baby,” He cooed, “You deserve better.” The way he uttered the word baby nearly made your knees weak. His thumb was still stroking your bottom lip, like he was prepping it for an open mouth kiss or to sink his thumb right in your mouth. Either option made you a little moist. Especially after that glimpse into his.. Mating rituals. 

“Are you saying I deserve someone like you?” The words came out as a whisper, like you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You looked back at the portrait, tearing your eyes away from him briefly. They looked so in love in that portrait. Even though it looked like it was from forever ago, the artist seemed to capture the pure unadulterated affection in their eyes. You looked back at him, his eyes looking at you keenly. He grabbed your other hand, both now interlocked with his own.

“No. Even better than me, or that stupid hair-brained pup that made you cry. You deserve to be loved wholly and unconditionally. Because even if I’ve only known you a few days, I can tell that you put your heart into love and you often don’t receive it back. How is that fair? Is the world so unjust that it just tosses a beautiful woman like you around with no regard? It can’t be. You deserve the best and if not that, then someone who will strive to be the best for you. You deserve a tender kind of love that warms you from the inside out. One that you never have to question, because the answer is always there. You are constantly being reminded that you are the love of their life and nothing will change that.” Emotions swelled in your throat. No one had ever told you that you deserved to be loved, especially not like that. You’d been told that you shouldn’t just take anything a man gives you, because you deserved better than that. But never that you deserved to be loved wholly and unconditionally.

“So, don’t settle for less, just because you don’t think you deserve better. You do. You deserve the world.” He lifted one of your hands and kissed the back of it. “Don’t settle for someone who will make you cry either, you do not deserve that.” He pressed another kiss in the same spot.

“Thank you.” You didn’t fully believe it yourself. But it did make you feel good to hear it. Maybe you would one day find that person that loved you like that, but you weren’t going to hold out hope.

“Now, how long has it been since you’ve eaten anything? I feel like I’m constantly asking you this question.” You pulled your hands away from his and touched your stomach. It had been more than a couple hours since you had any sustenance. You were probably way overdue for a meal.

“There is this late night burger place that I heard has some good food. Let me take you there.” A greasy burger sounded delightful, especially this late at night. You agreed with no hesitation, nodding your head. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, and nodded towards the hallway for you to follow him.

When he said burgers, you didn’t think he meant the most famous burgers in town. You hadn’t been in town long enough to know that they had extended hours now. It was a completely different demographic hanging around the last time you were here. Drunk from the club, needed some fatty grease to soak up some of that alcohol. That partially sounded like something you’d be down for, minus the while ‘out at the club’ part of it. Jaehyun had been telling you stories of his life here in New Orleans since you’d left his house- well- his other house. “I’ve learned not to rely on humans for sustenance, people are fickle. I’ve been living this way since the 70’s. I have a deal with a farmer, one where I pay him handsomely for discretion and for the parts I need.” You were grossed out by his confession, he needed to eat just like you did. You couldn’t blame him for how he did it, just as long as it wasn’t forcibly taken from humans.

You swallowed the thick bite of your double burger with cheese before speaking, “Okay, so I’m curious… are there any underground clubs where people offer themselves to be.. Feed off?” You whispered as best you could. It wasn’t like anyone was really paying attention to the both of you.

He chuckled, “Yeah, there are places like that. Some people are more than willing, but I’ve seen that go awry too many times for me to participate. When I lived in eastern Europe, I frequented a place like that.” He sighed, leaning in across the red grate table, he didn’t want anyone accidentally overhearing him. “I watched this vampire drain this young kid dry and I haven’t been back to a place like that. They aren’t regulated, so anything can happen in a place like that. Even if the person knows what can possibly happen to them, it doesn't mean that it should happen.” You almost felt bad for eating in front of a man who probably hadn’t had a decent meal in ages. Almost.

“So the last time you.. You know… was in the 70’s?” He nodded and took a fry off your plate, pretending to eat it. Your guess was that it was a show for anyone watching and wondering why you were stuffing your face and he was just sitting there looking. You hummed, wiping your face after taking your last bite. “Okay, I have another question.”

“Shoot.” He nodded for you to continue.

“How do you do that warm hand thing?” Everytime he touched you, his hand felt warm. He had been dead for over four hundred years, he shouldn’t have felt warm at all. 

“Ah- it’s a trick I learned from another doctor.” He extended his hand for you to take, you looked at it funny before taking his hand. “Feel how cold it is now?” You nodded. His hand felt like the meat you’d leave in the freezer that your mom told you to take out after school. Frozen. “And now…” You felt his hand rapidly warm up to a normal feeling of incalescence. The difference in temperature was alarming to you because of you feeling the difference, anyone else would assume he was just a normal guy. “I wouldn’t want to deal with kids and ice cold hands, I’m sure that would make an unpleasant situation even worse for them.” That was actually commendable. He did it to make the kids comfortable.

“That's actually really sweet.” You smiled at him, noticing how he’d been staring at you. You cleared your throat. “So what made you go into pediatric medicine?” He heaved a heavy sigh, finally looking away from you and out towards the waxing moon.

“It’s hard to watch people you love struggle with losing a child.” He swallowed hard, “Even if the child isn’t yours, to see the joy they had snuffed out of them because of that loss? It’s heartbreaking for anyone. So, I went into pediatric medicine to help save lives, at least to the best of my ability. I wanted to prevent these parents from losing their joy.”

“So, I take it you witnessed someone you loved lose their child?” He sighed and nodded.

“The woman in the portrait. She had a son first.” He looked down at his fingers, tearing his eye away from you, “He lived to the age of six and that nearly broke her.” He cleared his throat after it broke at the end of his sentence. “Let's talk about you, huh?” He forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Whats with you and this fuck boy obsession you have?” You scoffed.

You would hardly call it an obsession. “Obsession?” You huffed, “Why are you even asking me that?” His lips curled into a genuine smile, his deep dimples on full display.

“Because I’m trying to see how I should approach you. Should I come to you as the good doctor, or pull on my four hundred years of fuck boy knowledge.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Who says I’m even single? Or that I would consider you at all?” His smile morphed into a smirk.

He leaned forward like he was interested in the conversation being had. He rested his chin on his folded hands, elbows propped up on the grated tabletop.“You love to forget I can read your mind, don’t you? I know what you think of me. Plus, if you were that upset that that mutt didn’t finish what he started, you have to be single. Your dreams of what you want done to you after the fact ... I'd hope you wouldn’t think such naughty thoughts when you have a man waiting for you in the sleepy little town you stayed in.” He raised a brow. “There is no way you are a cheater, not when you’ve been cheated on. So, what's the truth, beautiful? Just admit you are into me too, then we can move forward.” He reached for your hand, grabbing it gently. You were so busy trying to empty your head of any thoughts that you just let him do it. You knew you couldn’t let him hear the lewd thoughts that were starting to cloud your mind. Especially after seeing that flashback of how he indulged himself in his lover.

“See, you’re thinking about me right now.” He pushed his fingers through his thick dark hair. “And it’s not anything decent, either. Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty girl-”He paused, noticing how your body tensed and eyes widened. He followed your eyes and they landed on the mutt you called your friend. He let out an exasperated sigh. Of course he found out where you were, he had been scenting you after all. “We can leave if you don’t want to talk to him.” He spoke softly, knowing that if the mutt wanted to hear he could still hear.

“Something is… wrong.” You frowned. You gave Jaehyun an apologetic smile, “I have to see what’s up.” You gathered your things, “Thanks so much for tonight. You know, this is the second time you’ve come to my rescue?” You tossed your trash in a nearby bin. “Thanks again, Jaehyun.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you around, okay?” 

He shook his head. A billion thoughts were swirling in his head. He really was beginning to hate this guy. “I’ll walk you over there.” The look on your face shifted into panic. “It will be fine. I promise to be nice, it’s him you have to worry about.” He stood, his hand immediately moving to the small of your back, ushering you forward. Thankfully it was late and there weren't too many cars to worry about as you crossed the street. He could hear your thoughts of worry and honestly it was a little overwhelming. He rubbed soothing  circles into your back, helping to sooth the worry just a bit.

Chris stood across the street like a brick wall, anger written all over his face. You could tell he was ticked off, just how he was clicking his jaw. “Where is your phone?” He spoke as you got closer to him. It was harsh but low, like he was fed up.

“It broke the other night. I-I haven’t gotten a new one yet.” Jaehyung rolled his eyes, hearing how you stuttered. You didn’t owe him or anyone else an apology. If you wanted to go out, you could do so and with whomever you pleased.

“We need you back at the house.” He finally acknowledged Jaehyun’s presence. “Only you.” He eyed him up and down, eyed dripping with contempt. You looked up at Jaehyun and gave him a smile and a nod, letting him know that you were fine. But that didn’t mean he wanted to let you go. Your night was just getting started when your mutt decided to ruin it. 

“I’ll get a new phone tomorrow and get your number from my mom, okay?” Jaehyun ripped his eyes from your wolf friend to let them settle on you. You were stunning under the moonlight, he’d been with you all night, how was he just noticing this? His eyes softened.

“Be safe.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek this time, letting his lips linger there for longer than Chris liked.

“We need to go, Y/n.” Chris spoke, that stern tone returning. You sighed and nodded, following him to his truck. You turned and waved to Jaehyun one more time as you got into the passenger side.

Anger was radiating through him. So the reason you weren’t at the house was because you were out with that blood sucker? As soon as he got close enough to your location, he could hear the way that man was lying it on thick. It made his stomach turn. It was obvious to him what his motives were, Chris knew that type of man. He was the type you always fell for. The type to get you in bed and entertain your thoughts of a relationship for a while, just to inevitably break your heart. He was not going to sit around and watch a fucking vamp ruin the woman he loved. 

“Y/n…” The car had been silent since he had pulled out of the parking lot of the burger joint. Usually when the two of you partook in a late night drive, when you weren’t chatting about any and everything, you were steeped in a comfortable silence. This late night drive was everything but that. He could cut the tension with a butterknife. You didn’t even bother looking his way when he called your name, you kept your eyes on the passing scenery outside of the window. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. H-he’s the type that will hurt you…” He trailed off, hoping you wouldn’t take his words the wrong way.

“Christopher, I sincerely hope you aren’t trying to tell me to stay away from him.” You finally looked his way, and honestly he wished you hadn’t. You’d never looked at him like that before. Like he was the enemy. “Because if you are, just know, I won’t. It's my choice as to whom I spend my time with. Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t mean I share the same feelings.” It was like you took a razor to his heart. Chris didn’t want you around Jaehyun, but that was to protect you, not to hurt some insignificant fanged freak. He couldn’t care less about that blood sucker and his feelings. You were the only one in this situation that he cared for. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Chris.”

He sighed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get through to you, not while you were mad at him. If he hadn't upset you earlier, you probably wouldn’t have gone on a date with one of his enemies. No, you would have been at the house, waiting for his return. This was his fault and he took the blame for it. “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Y/n. I’m warning you.” His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “You do this all the time. You just go from one bad man to the next, not thinking of yourself as you do it. And every time you end up with your heart broken. I just… I just want you to be happy for once.” Happy with me, in my arms. He finished the rest in his head. There was this feeling deep inside his mind that if he told you how he felt in this moment, you wouldn’t believe him. That you would think that he was just saying that to deter you from dating another guy he didn’t like. While both things could be true at the same time, the primary reason would have been because he was deeply and madly in love with you. He’d always been.

“You just want me happy for once?” You laughed but it was completely devoid of any humor. “You don’t get to choose what will and won’t make me happy. You have no say in the matter. You haven’t even talked to the man, you are just angry at what ‘his kind’ has done. Maybe you should be concerned about what you’ve done. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the blood under your nails or the bits of it splattered over your skin. Should I even ask why you were looking for me this late at night?” You had crossed your arms over your chest. He chewed on his lip, trying to stay focused on driving. It was taking everything in him not to pull his truck over and pull you into a hug. He didn’t like to argue with you, nor did he want to at this moment. But he felt strongly about you setting yourself up again for another heartbreak.

“We.. found the guys who hurt Jeongin and Seungmin.” He swallowed so hard the sound settled in your ears in the passenger seat. “It was Vaiden.” He kept it short and sweet, waiting for your reaction.

“How the fuck is Vaiden back in the picture? He’s the one who attacked our boys?” He could see your fist ball up, you disliked Vaiden almost as much as Chris did. He didn’t acknowledge it, but it wasn’t missed by him how you referred to the kids. He loved that you loved them almost as fiercely as he did, despite only knowing them for a week. But he guessed that trauma bonding might be the quickest way to bond, you definitely received just as much trauma as the rest of them that night. “That fucking ass hat. I hope he got what he deserved, that cunt. He nearly killed Jeongin and I will never forgive him for that.” He pulled up in front of your moms house, but didn’t make a move to get out. 

He pulled the keys out of the ignition, fiddling with the little koala keychain on it that you’d given him years ago. “Y/n, you know I love you, right?” You were in the middle of taking your seatbelt off when he addressed you. You nodded, “No, I don’t think you understand.” He sighed. “My love for you knows no bounds. I love you more than anything on this earth. But I feel like you are the sun and I’m the moon. We share the same sky sometimes, but we rarely cross paths. It always seems like you are in one spot in your life while I'm in another. Like I’m always chasing the warmth of the sun, just to be alone in the cold of night.” He didn’t dare look up, he couldn’t look at you right now. Because if you showed no emotion to his words, that might kill him. “I’m in love with you. I-I have been since that day I saw you in the quad.” He smiled to himself. He could tell you everything about the way you looked, to the way you smelled, and even the words you’d said to him in the afternoon. He was completely taken by you from the moment he saw your face.

“Why now?” You asked just above a whisper. He looked up from his lap to you. There was sadness in your eyes, an unspeakable amount.

“It’s that I just-” He was cut off by a tap on his window. Minho nodded towards the house when Chris looked up.

“I need to help the people in need.” You didn’t spare him another look as you hopped out and followed Minho into the house. Chris continued to sit in the car, going over all he’d done wrong in the last twenty-four hours, especially the mistake of confessing his long time feelings for his best friend.

You were shaking. But it wasn’t from the massive amount of blood that they boys had tracked into your home. Nor was it from the large open wounds on Vaidens face that made him unrecognizable. No, it was from the car confession your best friend had just given you. He was in love with you? All of a sudden? He had the audacity to tell you not to date bad guys, but who was worse than he was at this point? It was like he was going out of his way to disappoint you. Did he think that his random confession would stop you from hanging around Jaehyun? You were beginning to question his motives for telling you all of that. Was it really because he was in love, or was it because he didn’t want you to end up with werewolf kind’s mortal enemy? Either way, it was awfully convenient, his timing. He’d left you hanging earlier today, without even the smallest explanation. Just that he didn’t want to do anything he’d regret, and now he’s telling you he loved you. 

You shook your head as you got the supplies to take care of Vaiden’s wounds. He really had the shit beat out of him this time. Good. Jeongin and Seungmin were innocent in whatever turf war was happening between Chris and Vaiden. But you hoped that whatever happened tonight ended it for once and for all. You’d hate to see your boys hurt again. That whole Jeongin incident was traumatizing enough. Hopefully Vaiden had learned his lesson to not mess with Chris’s people again. When you walked from the hidden hall apothecary and back into the dinning room, you immediately felt uncomfortable. There were a few of Vaiden’s guys hanging around, giving you the side eyes as if you were a part of this beef. While the boys stood around, ceasing their conversations as soon as you walked in. “Whatever the fuck you have to say, just say it. I’m not in the mood to be stared at and talked about in my own damn house. So, get whatever it is off your chest before I kick you all out.”

Someone sighed, you recognized the sound, it was Changbin. “Are you..” He looked around at the rest of the room to see if they were wondering the same thing as him, “Are you really dating a vampire?”

It felt a strange sensation in your stomach, something akin to butterflies, but not that at the same time. “I’m not dating anyone.” You said matter-of-factly. “That includes your leader.” You shook your head. Minho pushed himself off the wall, arms still crossed over his chest as if he didn’t believe you.

“You smell an awful lot like you’ve been hanging around a vampire. Disgustingly so. Like the two of you were very close for a significant amount of time. If I can smell it, I know Chris-hyung can.” What was this? An interrogation? You huffed, putting down the saline solution you were using to clean Vaiden’s wounds. 

“And? So what if you can smell a vampire on me? The fuck does that have to do with any of you?” You were slowly edging towards meeting the top of your fed up barometer. “My love life has absolute shit to do with any of you.” You could feel the seering judgment from every man in the room and you hated it. There were men in you who didn’t know you from Adam and they still decided to cast judgment on you. “When I finish patching this piece-of-shit  up, you all, and I mean all of you, can kindly fuck off.” The room became deadly silent, none of them bothered to speak after that. 

Vaiden had large cuts and gashes on his face, neck and chest, almost like he’d been clawed at. Like he was almost ripped to shreds. Who could do this? Your mind drifted to the blood splatter all over Chris when he came to get you. A chill went down your spin. How angry was he to be capable of this? There had been a change in him since you’d come back and you can’t say you liked it. Maybe your mom was right, maybe his changing was because of your departure from his life. Maybe he did have feelings for you like he said and all of these personality changes were in part because of that. “Fuck… it looks like an animal did this.” You spoke under your breath, forgetting how all the people in the room had enhanced hearing.

“An animal did do that… we are wolves, Noona.” Jeongin spoke up from the corner. “Hy-hyung was enraged. I’ve never seen him that upset.”

“It didn’t help that Vaiden decided to bring your name into things. Something snapped in him when he called you…”Hyunjin looked at you with worried eyes, afraid to continue what he was saying.

“You started, you might as well finish.” You shrugged, forcing the salve you made into Vaiden’s slowly healing wounds. Just because you had to heal him, didn’t mean you had to be gentle about it. If it wasn’t for the stupid curse, you would have let him bleed out on your dining room table.

“He uhm-” Hyunjin was still unsure if he should continue, so Seungmin stepped in.

“He called you hyung’s human whore. And said that you liked being bred and he wondered if you could handle his pups.” He kept his face neutral as he spoke, but his red ears gave away his emotional state of mind. He was embarrassed, maybe even a little disgusted by the words that he had to relay.

You hummed, still pressing the salve into his wounds harshly. “He’s said worse to me.” You shrugged it off. This wasn’t your first run in with the foul creature known as Vaiden. He tried to get you drunk and have his way with you at a college party. If it wasn’t for Chris, you don’t know what might have happened. “He told me I should be glad he was even looking my way. That no one in their right mind would want to sleep with someone like me. He got a little handsy then he forced a kiss on me. I-” You sighed, “I just kept praying over and over that someone would save me.” You smiled sadly, hands faltering. “Someone did. Chris came and pulled this flaming sack of shit off of me. That was my first time ever seeing him get mad. No one could pull him off of him, they fought in the middle of the middle of the Greek row cul de sac.” You went back to working on the unconscious man. “So it’s kind of understandable how he ended up in this state. They were once physical equals, but not anymore.” You placed gauze and tape over the exposed areas and nodded to his men. “Get him out of my sight.” You wiped your hands on a hand towel. “Next time he gets hurt, find someone else to fix him up, I’d rather burn into a pile of ash than to help your bitch ass alpha.” They nodded, seeming to understand your feelings. Both of them hurling apologies your way.

You took a minute to clean up all the blood and waste around your living room. Chris’s pack members were ever so kind to help, Minho even took the trash to the back alleyway. You were in the middle of bleaching down the table when Changbin quietly approached you. He stood there appraising you before you finally got a little fed up with him staring. “What is it Binnie?” He smiled, glad you were utilizing the nickname he told you to use the last time they were here.

“Minho-hyung says he overheard Chris-hyung confessing to you.” You didn’t respond, it wasn’t like he was asking you a question, he was trying to confirm things for himself. “I know Chris-hyung is hard to read a lot of the time, he puts a very convincing front when it comes to most things.” He picked up a rag and started cleaning with you. “Most things… that don’t involve you.” You froze, but quickly resumed what you were doing. “Did you know… that while you lived out of town, he’d visit to check up on you?” You swallowed hard, trying to process the information he was telling you without letting him know it was getting to you. “He even tried to visit your place a handful of times, but you were never there, your boyfriend on the other hand, was. Seeing that your stance looks a little on edge, I take it that he never told you that.” He nodded, “Understandable. You and Hyung’s bond is….. Special.” He looked at you like he wanted you to take whatever bate he had set up. “I think you might be his mate.” 

You slammed your fist down on the table. “Enough, Changbin. I don’t want to hear about Chris right now. I’m definitely not in the mood to hear about me being his mate.” You rolled your eyes so hard they could have fallen out the socket. “Can you just go, please? I need space. From all of this.” He nodded, giving you an apologetic smile. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you, Y/n. But just know, I’d never lie to you.” He hugged you, but you didn't reciprocate the action, you just stood there with your hands at your sides. You waited until all of the boys left the house to collapse. It felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders and you were slowly sinking into the earth.

“My love for you knows no bounds. I love you more than anything on this earth…..” His words kept echoing in your head. You leaned against the wall, pulling your legs to your chest. You loved him too, more than anything. But you wondered if it was in the same way he loved you.

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[bunnymajo]

Time to fill out that OC questionnaire but for Thistle this time!

He'll be in the @sonic-oc-showdown so be sure to give him a vote!

Name: Thistle the Tenrec

Species: Highland Streaked Tenrec

Home: Central City

✨How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Since he’s inspired by Amy I wanted to pick another prickly flower name. Thistle flowers can have a lot of negative connotations in flower language just as much as positive ones (aggressiveness, unwanted intrusion). If roses are known for being noble and lovely, thistles are more wild but pesky, they’re also hard to let go if you end up stuck by one. The image of thistle flower suited him the more I thought about it.

🌼  - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Same age as Surge.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Currently Surge and only Surge. He’s had previous partners but they usually don’t last very long. Current record is 1 month.

(The only tragic thing about Thistle is that he's not trying to be the worst boyfriend ever. He really wants to do good but he's too self-centered and stupid to realize that he's the problem)

🍕  - What is their favorite food?

Key Lime Pie, he likes anything tart but sweet.

💼  - What do they do for a living?

Works part time at a flower shop in central city, he’s actually quite popular with customers. 

🎹  - Do they have any hobbies?

Flower arrangement and astrology charting. Loves reading romance novels and watching old classic movies even if he gets the meaning of them completely wrong. He’s good at baking and also spends a lot of time online on social media. He’s a jack of all trades and always ready to learn something new to get closer with people in his life. He’s here for you. What more could you want from a guy :)

🎯  -What do they do best?

Anything that’s considered traditionally feminine Thistle excels at. Baking, shopping, event planning, crushing your enemies. But even with all of that he’s incredibly good at finding information. Does his new crush have a favorite band? Well Thistle just doxxed every band member and knows the rest of their schedule for the next 3 months.

🥊  -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Thistle likes doing anything that will get him lots of compliments and attention, especially if it’s something he already finds fun. He’s the type to get really wrapped up in tedious side project so probably mapping out his and Surge’s life together via astrology 

Hates doing something that doesn’t serve him in some way, like doing volunteer work for strangers. He also isn’t much of an adventuring type unless it’s to chase Surge down, he’d rather not though, he’d rather keep her tied down close to him and they can live a cozy domestic life.

Running around beating up robots getting sweaty and gross and for what? just to protect the masses? Awful, blech, Sonic can have that. 

❤️  - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

One time he and Surge accidentally shared a soda, therefore doing the incredibly scandalous “indirect kiss”. She vaporized the soda can to destroy the evidence and then punched him in the gut when he told her. He passed out for about two days.

✂️   - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

His first relationship was an online one where the other person ended up blocking him and then publicly warned other people about his creepy behavior.

Thistle made one of those “am I the asshole?” posts about their relationship and everyone in the forum went “yeah, you were totally the asshole.”

Thistle deleted all his accounts and started over. He learned nothing. “It’s the forum that was wrong, they were all just jealous.”

🧊  - Is their current design the first one?

There’s a few initial sketches I did to get the overall idea going and there’s a few minor tweaks but he’s basically the same design as when I started.

🍀  - What originally inspired the OC?

It was a bumblekast question asking about what a glitch Amy would be like and I liked the answer so much I wanted to develop it into a real character. 

I really like aggressively-in-love characters like this in media actually, something about them being not shy at all about the person they’re in love with leads to a lot of funny or interesting situations, also since Surge is my favorite sonic character at the moment it’s fun thinking about how she would react to someone like this too. It’s a win-win situation for me lol.

🌂  - What genre do they belong in?

The villain in a shoujo romance manga

💚  - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Identifies as male, Pan, he/him/they pronouns

🙌  - How many siblings does your OC have?

Zero. Probably for the best because he’s terrible with children.

🍎  - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

He’s an absolute mama’s boy when she’s around. (It should be noted that Thistle doesn’t really have a tragic backstory or bad childhood. He really is just like that for some reason.)

🧠  - What do you like most about the OC?

Thistle can be a lot of things I like about male characters (a goober in love, not afraid to appear “feminine”, a polite good boy, twisted priorities) and also be the worst person I’ve ever wanted to write thoughts for. He’s a very fun punching bag.

✏️  - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Probably too much haha, I don’t usually write a lot of actual terrible people so he’s a refreshingly fun rom-com villain.

💎  - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

It’s funnier if he stays alive imo. If Surge ever changes her ways in canon or something drastic happens to her he might lose interest in her and move on to his next victim, that’s about as close as I’d ever get to “killing him”. It would have to be a very drastic personality change though.

💀  - Does your OC have any phobias?

Whatever the fear of being unloved is. 

To him, being loved by someone is the ultimate goal. “I can love so easily, why is it so hard for someone to stay in love with me? I must not be loving hard enough, I need to love someone who craves love just as much as I do. Yes, then it would be the ultimate romance”  - is basically the rationalization here.

🍩  -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

I mean probably Amy, not just for Surge’s sake, Amy will fight anyone she finds being a selfish creep in the name of love.

In Thistle's mind anyone who even smiles in Surge's direction is a rival. She's spoken for, who do they think they are??

🎓  - How long have you had the OC?

A little over a year!

🍥  - What age were you when you created the OC?

33

[eunchancorner]

MISSION COMPLETE: Remorseless Bounty Hunter

Y'know that idea I had earlier? I wrote a shitty drabble for it

-

Master Bounty Hunter, remember how it goes.

Henry forced himself to stay focused, despite just having the wind knocked out of him.

“C’mon, on your feet,” the gruff voice of Reginald’s Right Hand Man told him. Henry scrambled up, facing the cyborg with renewed ferocity, as he gave the line that brought Henry to the next options, “I’ll give ya one shot~”

Cheap Fighting Combo, Self-Destruct, Rock Paper Scissors, Dance-Off

Ignoring the temptation of the Dance-Off in favor of his own life, he pulled the Cheap Fighting Combo; a series of uppercuts and low blows that followed RHM up the ramp of the rocket like a fighter-style game. But something strange began to happen around him as he did. Henry felt the world around him freezing. Glitching.

Something’s going on with the timeline… No, focus! Focus on the choice, dammit!

As he finally stopped his attack, the familiar words came from the redhead.

“Ngh… my cy-y-y-yber… ne-ne-netics…”

Henry grabbed him as he began to power down, before hearing that familiar line that reminded him that his job wasn’t quite done.

Finish Him, Rewire, Dance-Off, Ocarina

With the world frozen around him, Henry knew what he had to do. But for some reason, he hesitated. He realized something. He realized how valuable Right Hand Man was as an asset, but he knew he couldn’t take the older man with him…

Unless…

Oh my god. I know what I did wrong in the rewiring!

Henry quickly chose Rewire, then as he rewired RHM, he looked up at the rocket. He stepped back as the cyborg awoke, his eye now bright blue.

“Henry! We gotta put a stop to these Toppats! C’mon,” the redhead urged, and Henry and him took the familiar flight up to the top of the rocket, crashing through one of the windows.

“Hold it!” RHM yelled at Sven, who jumped and looked at him with a mixture of fear and confusion. “The Toppats are finished! You’re not going anywhere…”

“What is happening…?” the blonde questioned, looking between his former leader and Henry.

Shit! Before he converts him back!

“Kill him now, Right Hand Man!” Henry ordered, and instantly the cyborg’s arm morphed into that familiar laser canon, pointed directly at Sven.

“Copy.”

“N-no, wait! NonoNONO DA-”

The cannon fired, cutting off Sven's panicked yelling as the top half of his body was instantly vaporized, leaving his lower half to fall and lay on the ground. It was overkill, sure, but it worked.

Wait.

It worked. Oh my god, it worked.

“Right Hand Man, get us down to that announcement tower!” Henry ordered from him, and again, the redhead flew them down to their destination, crashing seamlessly through the window once again.

“Quickly, announce to all the Toppats to surrender!” he demanded, stepping back as RHM activated the PA.

“All Toppats, surrender now, I repeat, surrender now!” The announcement rang loud over the speakers, and Henry could see all the Toppats below looking around in confusion. He could tell they wanted to know why Right had the sudden change of heart, but eventually they all began to lower their guns, before raising their hands in surrender as the soldiers swarmed them.

“You won’t need this anymore…” he decided, snatching the hat off of Right’s head and stuffing it into his bag, just as a precaution. “C’mon, looks like our job here is done.”

The two headed back down to the crowd, Henry keeping his hand on Right’s shoulder and glaring at any soldiers who pointed their guns at him. Eventually, they reached where General Galeforce and Charles were, just off the rocket’s boarding ramp.

“General,” Henry and RHM chorused, saluting. Henry glanced at the cyborg, impressed with how much he’d apparently learned just from the rewiring.

“Henry, I see you’ve managed to convert two of these bastards, somehow,” the general began, earning a confused look from the tall cyborg.

“Uh, two other guys, don’t worry about it,” Henry murmured to RHM.

“I think we’ll head on back to base now, maybe get the big guy fixed up better. He seems to be a good partner for ya.”

[silverflqmes]

ignore that im on my selfship account it’s luma lmao

some selfship questions for u and tooru <3

•does tooru get you flowers? if so, what kind?

ldoes tooru like to read books with you? or does he secretly collect all your favs and binge read them?

•what shows do you watch together?

•have you guys had any thoughts on marriage? (sorry if this makes you uncomfy i’ll note it for the future)

•do you guys match icons on like tumblr or insta?

•what couple do you resonate you and tooru with? like for example me and scara kinda resemble harley quinn and the joker (minus the toxicity)

•what video games do you guys play together? if you play genshin together, who does he main / what team does he use and do you do cute genshin couple things?

hi luma! no worries, i figured it was you😭 woohoo selfship questions, i’ll do my best to answer those<33

— tooru is the flower giving type!! i think he’s the kind of person to read into flower language and symbolism cuz like, it’s tooru.. he never does anything haphazardly and always wants to provide the best, so he definitely looks into their meanings before choosing accordingly depending on the occasion or mood<3 red roses are a common ( given their symbolism for love and passion ), forget me nots are also some he frequently sends ( often as a reassurance to me, along with himself ), daisies ( he remembers how i used to really like them as a kid, and brings them as a reminder of those times ) and a combo between lily of the valley and larkspur ( they’re the flowers of our birth months<3 )

— i think he would show interest in what i read and i would beg him on my hands and knees to read my favs, specifically the folk of air series, to scream with him!! bonus if he decided to annotate and swap copies with me so we could read each other’s comments<3 furthermore, he serenades me to sleep by reading on stressy nights :’) and just cuz his voice is so<3

— definitely star wars oriented shows.. the clone wars has consumed us wholly and we have not recovered from the siege of mandalore.. sitcoms FOR SURE, i love friends a completely normal amount, seinfeld too, modern family, big bang theory, king of queens, etc. anyway, other than that we’d probably watch a lottt of slice of life / romance anime since it’s super comforting and silly<333 although some shonen anime make certain exceptions ( owari no seraph my love ) OH AND CARTOONS BC OLD SPONGEBOB HUMOR >>>

— TOORU IS DEFINITELY A MARRIAGE KIND OF GUY and like same i want marriage too but later down the line cuz i wanna enjoy the youth and sillying around of dating.. but i think we would unironically refer to each other as husband n wife.. and act like a married couple.. proposing is gonna be a challenge because he wants to do it but i ALSO want to do it like babes let me get on my knee pls and propose to you like the king you are smh

— i don’t think tooru would be on tumblr, maybe he would be if he indulges in my nonsense.. so probably instagram!

— we are anakin and padmé for sure and take turns, although misaki and usui are definitely us too, as well as kuronuma and kazehaya ( THEY MAKE ME SO EMO AND NOT NORMAL )

— we play a lot of wii and ds games together pre timeskip, specifically super mario bros, mario kart, mario party, wii sports, just dance — all that jazz, and i would have begged him to indulge me in my tekken addiction despite the amount of times he would get his ass handed to him BAHAHAHAHA ( he’s petty bc i use asuka since she counters attacks ) now post timeskip, we would definitely play ssbu because it’s just sm fun ( a-and um um sephiroth…. ) — now i would get my ass handed here instead.. and of course we cannot forget the hit game GENSHIN IMPACT!!! bro mains either tartaglia, ayato or alhaitham because i am not normal about them and he makes it a goal to tease me using them.. think he probably uses vaporize a lot to stick to my synergy or spread; as for couple things, we definitely take each other to pretty locations we found or help one another with grinding / quests. if there are also co-op games, those too!! for the rest, we’d probably take turns on ffvii since it’s single player and i have a tendency to throw a controller at someone when things get too heated.. prepare yourself tooru!! especially if sephi is the final boss..

[iloveboysinred]

That geto smut was *chefs kiss* i love stoner geto sm. Do you have any more thoughts/hcs about him? :) i understand your requests are closed so its okay if you ignore this 💜

Um hello? I would love to expand on stoner geto ok! Its okay to ask me questions/submissions. Requesting full blown fics when my requests are closed is when i have to draw the line though + I’m up at 3:40 a.m looking for something to focus my mind on other than the two smuts i’m writing rn 😌 so this is perfect, thank you sweet pookie anon.

• So to start off, Suguru strikes me as the quiet type when he’s high. He’ll yap with you if you talk to him but he’s mostly just silently touching the clouds while everything else is buzzing in the background.

• I feel like he doesnt stick to one medium to smoke. I feel like he has a couple of bowls, bongs, and maybe even a vaporizer. I feel like he tried using it once and didn’t really like it— preferring the usual spark and pull that these other options provide. He likes to take things slow when he’s smoking, letting each pull soak in before he takes another.

• Now maybe its cause i’m from NY and love grabba, but i genuinely feel like Suguru occasionally sprinkles in some grabba with his weed or uses the leaf itself as a wrap. He can definitely do without most of the time but if he has it on hand and just so happened to get some cheap bud he’ll definitely sprinkle some in there for the taste and to stretch the product a little more.

• He doesn’t like carts. Hates how they taste, how they pull—how they make him cough up a lung. Just no. He probably hasn’t touched a cart since he was a senior in highschool.

• I feel like he gets in the shower high as fuck and just lets the water run over him with his eyes closed. His mind is just buzzing with dull senses and the water just feel so nice when he’s high. Probably has some vibey music playing in the background.

•if you’re around he definitely gets touchy. He proclaims that sex feels so much more intense when he’s smoked out.

• matches with you and Gojo often. Shoko doesn’t strike me as much of a WEED smoker, but she always takes a couple pulls whenever you guys get together on fridays.

• he likes having his hair down when he’s high. The tension in his scalp from having his hair up makes his head feel achy and heavy. He just wants to lay back in some soft pillows or, even better— your nice warm thighs and just close his glossy eyes.

•gets the munchies BAD. Like if you leave this man alone he’ll make multiple trips to the fridge, mindlessly tearing up whatever’s edible.

• doesn’t vape, only the natural stuff for him.

• He goes on frequent tolerance breaks to keep his tolerance low

• rolls up when he comes home, rolls up if he’s out with you and your friends, and he rolls up before he goes to sleep

• he doesnt really like cones. He’ll use them, but he hates how they sometimes start canoeing.

• has a variety pack of rolling papers in his room

• tried edibles once, he hates the flavor but the high literally changed his life. He’s never been that fried in his life, probably would try them again but sparingly (he ate the whole bag of 5000mg gummies thinking they weren’t working)

• i don’t really see him enjoy the feel of being cross faded.

• likes watching movies when he’s high even though he starts to slump into the bed

• definitely a firm believer in smaller blunts. If the product is good, theres no need to roll gorilla fingers. He thinks its a waste of weed

Thats all i got 😚

[knoxville-coroner]

Hey ravers it’s festival season and it’s getting hotter so here’s some tips to be safe and have a fun time!

Non drug related tips:

*always try to wear ear protection. I know. Everyone says it. But honestly you’ll know why if you’ve gone to a rave.

*kandi beads melt with sunscreen. If you want to wear Kandi a sleeve under or putting it around a belt will protect them

*for the underground/indoor ravers: vapor nose sticks. Please invest. Those places smell like cigarettes and weed and ass but one of these little guys fixed it

*I cannot stress this enough TURN ON FIND MY PHONE AND PASSWORD LOCK IT. If you can afford any sort of phone holder/anti theft device I would suggest that. Phone thief’s run wild. I have seen these around to help prevent that but I suggest clipping it inside your bag

*hand sanitizer on the back of your neck and on your forehead both helps cool you off and keep you from feeling all sticky and gross after awhile!

* pair it with a hand fan. I know a lot of ravers say they hate fans but honestly as long as ur not continuously clacking it you should not have an issue. Those fans save so many people from heat stroke. Also YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BUY THEM FROM FESTIVALS!!!!!! you can buy them at the dollar store. They may be smaller but they work just the same.

*for first time ravers please take note of what age group your event is for. If it’s all ages you should be prepared to interact with people sometimes as young as 13 14-adult age. If it’s 18+ be prepared to talk to anyone 18-40’s (that doesn’t mean older ravers don’t exist I just never met many personally) and 21+ is also self explanatory

*etsy and this website are cool for fancy beads! In fact on the basehead beads website rn you can buy palastine beads that support Palestine! So it’s a double win. However if you can’t afford the fancier beads Walmart and other stores have the normal Kandi beads as well as some charms to spice it up!

*there is more ways to trade Kandi than plur! However not many of them are well known but when a raver wants to show you a new version pass on the knowledge! (I cannot find a video of the other ways and they are hard to describe)

*bring little items to give out! I personally like cheap rubber ducks and small solid ducks as well but I have been given erasers, little cheap toys, worm on a string etc!

!Drug Cw under more!

Drug related tips

* if you are rolling/tripping please PLEASE set timers to drink water every 30-40 minutes or so. No matter how your stomach feels take at least a sip.

*pacifers and gum work VERY well for protecting the sides of your mouth

*B12 vitamins help if you are consuming nitrous. Also please make sure to take deep breaths in between.

*molly should not only be tested for fent but meth as well

*test acid for NBOMBs

*DO NOT do substances if you have to hike a long way to get to the rave spot. I don’t know WHY people think it’s a good idea to be rolling near cliff edges or in caves. But you know

*if you are taking acid Uber home. Your trip has NOT ended by the time that rave is over unless you are at a festival.

*here’s a guide for supplements you should take before and after rolling to prevent serotonin syndrome and a bad come down

Tips for oding:

*always administer narcan even if you don’t know what substance they are on. If it’s not fent or an opioid it will do nothing. But if it is you can save a life

*call 911 immediately or have someone do it for you

*WAIT FOR MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS TO GET THERE TO DISCLOSE WHAT THEY TOOK! But do not hide it from medical professionals/ambulance workers but do not say a word to police or operators about the possibility of an od. Say you need emergency help now and the person seems to be struggling to breath.

*when the ambulance gets there THEN disclose if you know what drugs they have taken anything ONLY TO MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS.

*how to administer narcan

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orgyofficial: New interview in The Spill Magazine with Jay, in regards to the upcoming tour & all things OrgyMusic

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A CONVERSATION WITH JAY GORDON OF ORGY I recently had an opportunity to chat with Jay Gordon, lead singer and founding member of Orgy about the vinyl releases of Candyass & Vapor Transmission, their co-headlining 2024 North American Tour with Cold, Horizon Theory and I Ya Toyah and some of Gordon’s thoughts on the current state of the industry.

In discussing the re-release of Orgy’s first two influential albums, Candyass & Vapor Transmission on vinyl, Gordon admitted that besides the approval he had no part in the mastering of the albums but added that “…at some point I’m definitely going to remaster my first two records”, which should excite the fanbase. When asked if the sales of these albums could determine future vinyl releases like Punk Statik Paranoia, Gordon doubted its release but didn’t rule out the possibility.

Moving on, I inquired about hitting the road for a 38 stop co-headlining tour, preparations, and challenges of touring. “Touring is always a good thing, whether it’s the 25th anniversary of Candyass or not. We’re just gonna play a lot of the first record which I’m excited about, but also not that excited about. You know? I want to move forward and play a lot of this newer stuff that we’re doing right now. But it’s cool. It’ll all come.” It is understandable, especially if it’s been in the past for a while. It may be one of those things that shouldn’t necessarily be dug up. Gordon added “It’s fun. Touring is always fun no matter what version of Orgy we’re doing.”

Gordon went on to say “Seeing the fans, knocking the dust off. Just seeing old faces, new faces and getting to play all that stuff for people. We’re gonna play a lot of the new material, too. We’re just gonna have to do it. And (in) a weird way, like where it feels more Candyass-ish than anything.”

Elaborating on the tour line up Gordon said, “It’s a co-headlining thing where it’s Cold one night, Orgy one night, that kind of thing. So, it’s cool. Scooter’s a cool guy. I love those guys. You know, they’re cool people.”

Gordon went on to state that Horizon Theory was brought on by Scooter that they are “some homies of his and he really likes them. They sound pretty good from what I’ve heard.”

When asked about their preparations for the tour Gordon replied, “We’re excited to get out there. I do my usual wind up for tour, you know, like hiking a lot, stuff like that. We’re gonna be ready. I think we’re pretty well rehearsed with a slight difference with a drummer change, but I think that it’s going to be conducive to a great Orgy. I’m more concerned with my kids while I’m gone and things like that. I’m a trooper. I’ll hang in there and handle it.”

When asked if any members of the original lineup were contacted for reunion on this tour, and if not, would he ever be up for it, Gordon was forthcoming in saying “…anything’s possible. I don’t ever say no to stuff. I just say right now. It is what it is. I respect everybody that was in the old band. People grow apart and just do their own things. I’m not closing the door on the opportunity.”

Touching on the state of the music industry, streaming, and the prevalence of singles over full length albums. Gordon explained, “I don’t think anybody really does much of that anymore. I mean, it’s cool when they do. I love seeing people that do full records. But you know what? There are so many directions that I change into or turn into or take. I think you’re going to see just blocks of songs. Just singles is the way go. I do love a band that puts out a good record. It’s just, we don’t really rehearse like that. I stay in the studio, and I make music and then I get people to come in and play on it. It’s always been that way since day one. A lot of contributions happen along the way.”

Despite the proliferation of streaming which seemed more conducive to his creative process and working style, Gordon went on to say, “I don’t know, bands have always had a hard time, and it just doesn’t seem to get any easier for us along the way. But, you know, the fans enjoy it. That’s all that really matters. And you just gotta suck it up and, you know, deal with it. Because honest to God, you know it’s never been about money. I mean, look at Spotify. They pay artists nothing. But Joe Rogan gets a $250 million contract, you know? Yeah, nothing against Joe Rogan, but like, man, it sure would have been nice if they would take some of that money and paid bands with it.”

I made mention to the fact that I am reading a book about the music industry and it’s fascinating to me. Gordon interrupted, “Fascinating until you’re in it and you’re just like, Holy fuck, right?” I continued, “That’s what I mean, it’s fascinating that the fact that it’s, it’s there’s so many…” “Caveats?!?” he exclaimed. “Yeah, caveats and idiosyncrasies and just weirdness that is so unnatural from even from an outsider’s perspective.” I finished. Gordon went on. “It’s quite barbaric in a lot of ways. Right? I mean, I’m not one of those, crybaby artists at all. I’m just saying, you know, artists get fucked over.” I replied, “Do you feel like there’s like the scales of power are shifting more in the artists favor in terms of the negotiations with labels and the industry.”

“I don’t see how, unless I live under a rock, which I don’t think I do. No, I don’t, I don’t see it tipping in the artists favor at all. We just make less and less money and somebody makes a lot of money. I’m optimistic that could happen again at some point, but I don’t see it happening any time soon.” Gordon explained.

Many fans are always in the artists corner regarding getting fair compensation. The vinyl and nu-metal resurgence and more people getting out to live shows ends up putting more money in artists pockets overall. But with the ticket scalping, bots, and more it’s difficult to see that as a fan. From the artist’s perspective, what’s the best way for fans to support a band or an artist these days? “That’s a tough question for me.” Gordon replied. “Merch definitely helps. That perpetuates a lot of, you know, what keeps us floating. We’re going to be coming out with a hell of a lot more of it, I can tell you that much, because that seems to be the only way you can, like, make it happen. That and going to the live shows.”

We’re seeing a wider variety of merchandising, licensing, and partnerships hitting the marketplace. All the best to you and Orgy.

Inquiring about if content from Entropy will be featured on any releases in the future, Gordon responded, “Entropy never really happened. There are songs that have ended up on Toxic and things like that, and then songs that are ending up in, you know, this era. So, in that respect, there’s some of the material around.”

“Thank you very much for having me and I really appreciate you. I just hope everybody comes out to the shows and we have a good, good time. I want this tour to be successful.”

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I woke up to your post about the stolen story and I’ve been trying to find the right words. I write too (privately) and my stories are very close to my heart and I’m very defensive about them. So I can only imagine that’s even worse when you actually publish your work and make yourself vulnerable. Still not sure I’ve managed to put my thoughts, but here we go:

First of all I want to tell you how sorry I feel for what a night/evening you must have had. I cannot imagine how much it must hurt to realise that people try to profit from and steal something that you have put and keep putting so much work, love, passion and dedication into. (English is not my first language so I hope I’m making sense here) I can only imagine that it feels like someone is using you and taking something away from you that is close to your heart and I‘m so sorry someone made you feel this way.

I also went through all my bookmarked stories on AO3 from the past two years to check if there might be some of the „similar“ stories you mentioned. Obviously I don’t know what stories you’re talking about. There were a few stories with a similar character dynamic, but nothing as blatantly copied as the one from your post. But (and I don’t know if that’ll make it less painful and disappointing for you): there are very very VERY few stories that I go back semi-regularly to re-read. There are even fewer stories that I go back to when I have a bad day. That are even less stories that made me tear up and keep making me tear up when I go back to them. And there are even fewer stories that are just open as a tab, just in case I want to read them again. But most of these very few stories are your stories.

If I want to cry and be sad and happy at the same time, I go back to the amnesia fic.

If I want to deep dive into Lestappen feelings and laugh and cry at the same time, I go back to Long Live.

If I’m in the need of some laughter and banter with great smut on top, I go back to like a Vapor

If I feel angsty and want to feel comfortable and distract myself with some good smut with feelings, I go back to the Warming Verse

If I want to read great character dynamics and studies, banter and unhinged smut, I go back to lestappen + guest (although I sometimes skip Carlos, depending on how annoying he is in real life…)

And the list goes on!

They can try to copy your character interpretation, steal your dialogue and write stories that are similar to yours, but they will never get this. They‘ll never be able to get these feelings out of people, because it will never feel as real, BECAUSE A COPY CAN NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THE OG!

Sorry for spamming your inbox, I hope you have a great day and I cannot wait to read lestappen + Oscar: the feelings edition (personally hoping for an actual conversation about what they are, but I promise I’ll get equally excited about 10k of feelings and a great blowjob)

bestie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so?

wow.

thank you so so so so much for spending the time to write this to me. i can't even tell you what it means to me. it definitely made me cry a little bit lmfaoooooo. i'm so glad that you enjoy my work. i really am. it's why i do it.

writing is a selfish hobby in a lot of ways because i'm clearly writing what i want to read, and i'm doing it for me, but i'm also very much doing it for you guys. i like writing things that you all enjoy and that can mean something to you, and i'm SO glad you get it. and that my fics stick with you so much.

seeing that somebody had stolen my work was... an interesting wave of emotions for me. i was clearly angry, i think everyone can see that in my response to them because i'm not one to anger-respond to things on this platform or on AO3. i'm pretty good at holding my tongue and bitching about it offline to my gf or my friends. i don't like to engage in anon hate (which is why i never publish them. i think every creator who has a following similar to mine receives anon hate and i'm not immune from it, i just refuse to publish it.) and i don't like to engage with anybody who's intentions are not good.

i want my little corner of the internet to always be a safe space for everyone. i want everyone to have a good time. to be happy, to love each other, to feel like they can come to me with things they might not be able to say out loud. i never want that to change, which is why i try really hard NOT to respond to haters or other bad things that happen around my fics.

but this time, i couldn't be silent. and i won't apologize for it.

before i posted my repsonse, i thought about going back and making it more... professional. taking out the "fucks" or whatever. i can write a corporate email like you wouldn't believe. i have "fuck around and find out" tattooed on me, sure, but ya girl is 33 years old. i'm a writer. i can destroy you with my words in a way that is so dignified and HR-approved, you won't even realize i've ruined your life until the end of it lmfaooooo.

but i think at the end of the day, in this case, i was just pushed too far lmfao. i can only stay silent for so long. and it felt good to let my raw emotions out without censoring how angry i was. because fuck yeah my feelings were hurt. they're still a bit hurt. i'm confused why somebody who claims to be a fan of mine, who follows my work here and on ao3, who has supported me and read my fics, would do something like this to me.

but i don't want my blog to become a negative space. i don't want this to be the only thing we ever talk about again on here. but i think it is important that we talk about it right now because it's a real thing that's happening outside of my works. lots of creators are getting their art, gifs, fics, manips, etc stolen and not getting credit for their work.

and that's just... not okay.

as a fandom, and as a society, we need to be better. tumblr and ao3 are an escape from the real world. it's a place you can go and be free, and happy, and goofy, and silly, and--frankly--embarrassing about the things you like. there is no reason any of us should be stealing someone else's art in any capacity. because if we do? if we let this continue? it's not fun anymore. and what the FUCK is the point if it's not fun?

this is not our real life. this fandom does not define who i am as a person, and it doesn't define who you are either. we all have real lives outside of this space. if we keep plagiarizing each other's art and sending anon hate and being cunts about everything, we will ruin all the good things we have here.

we need to recognize other creator's hard work and thank them for it.

appreciate their work and get inspired by it, without stealing it. make it your own. make it DIFFERENT. don't put the same quotes, don't put the same characters, don't put them in the exact same scenario as your inspiration. don't have them sitting the exact same way as the characters in your inspo were!!! BE BETTER.

anyway, happy saturday. my coffee tastes great. i hope you all have a wonderful day, wherever you are in the world. don't let this ruin your day.