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[reginaphalangelobster]

Angel Face, A Little Taste Of You

☁︎ Paring: Malchemical x Fem!Reader & Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader (mentioned Malchemical x Soldier Boy - could easily be poly)

☁︎ Summary: You find a new toy at a party, turns out, Ben might've played with him first.

☁︎ Warnings: comedy, swearing, suggestive, explicit language, Supe!Reader, flirty reader, open relationship, mentions of gore, mentions of drugs, objectification(?), reader makes fun of Homelander

☁︎ Word Count: 1k

☁︎ Rating: 16+ for explicit language

☁︎ Requested by: My funny little brain where things are strange but hey, there's pretty boys and cross dimensional Destiel there so it's okay.

☁︎ A/n: Title is from The Other Side by Stephen Sanchez. I have no regrets btw, they were both ridiculously stunning and I watched the show purely for this small section of the episode lol

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"Ooh, I like Homie" You added, perky as ever.

Homelander glared at you from his little sulking spot, that same old creepy glower on his face.

"What?" You asked with a smirk "It makes you sound a little less-" You waved a hand at him "That"

"What is that?"

"Y'know, live a perverted, annoying little sicko"

A chorus of whispered "Oh shit"'s came from the poker table beside you.

Homelander's jaw clenched so hard you were surprised he didn't break his own fucking teeth. But despite his, let's say temper, he knew that he couldn't come at you no matter how much he wanted to. He needed you, unfortunately, and he couldn't exactly stop you either.

"Aww" You walked over to him, crouching down to be face to face, tone condesceding as fuck "Is baby cwanky?"

His eyes warmed red before his father's voice cut in from across the room.

"Hey fuckstick! I told you, no" Soldier Boy turned to you, hands on your shoulders, pulling you aside "And I told you not to provoke him, he can't deal with that shit"

"I know, that's why it's so fun"

"Sweetheart"

"Fine" You sighed dramatically, head falling to his shoulder, peeking up at him "How could I say no to that face?"

He smirked, rubbing a hand up and down your back for a moment before he saw the looks he was getting, pushing you away with a little cough.

"Alright, can I get back to the important shit now or are you gonna poke a stick at my kid again?"

"You can go back to the cocaine, I'll be good" You grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek, earning another little smile from him, you were his best girl after all.

You plopped down at the poker table, throwing your feet into some washed up comedian's lap. Seth something? Weird guy.

"Okay boys, what're we playin'?"

"Wh-h-how did you do that?" One of them half whispered to you, out of astonishment and maybe a lot of fear.

"When you learn to suck dick like me, you can rule the world baby"

"Really? That's it?"

"Well aren't you eager"

"Not-not that I just- no one can make fun of Homelander and live, that guy's a freakshow"

"Yeah, he sure is one hell of a mama's boy for a boy without a mama"

That earned you a small chuckle, nervous of what might happen if they were any louder.

"But seriously, how can you do that shit?"

"Well you see, you're missing one key detail"

"What's that?"

"Me" You sat back up, glancing at the caped fuckwit behind you "Y'see, I have one thing no one else has, and it's vital to him, therefore, he can't kill me"

"What do you have? V1?"

"His dad's balls in my purse"

"Watch it, doll" Ben's voice came from across the room, no real bite to it, that'd come later.

"How'd you do that?" The one in the blue shirt asked, peaking your interest in more ways than one.

"Wouldn't you like to know, cutie"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh you're just precious" You grinned, looking him up and down "Wait right there"

You hopped over to Ben and the fast one, disregarding him, momentarily. You pressed your lips against his ear, letting them brush his skin with every word as he smirked in response.

"So whaddya say, can I keep him? Can I? Please?"

"If it'll make my girl happy, why not"

"Thank you baby!" You looped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

You came back over to the table, taking the hand of the kinda hippie looking guy and smiled.

"Wh-"

"C'mon pretty, let's get outta here"

"Don't you need to stay with them?"

"Eh, they can handle this, but just to be safe, say goodbye to your friends, you probably won't see them again"

"Why?"

"Oh you really are precious. I'll put it this way, you're welcome to stay here with them if you want, but here, you'll probably get curb stomped, or whatever Homie feels like in the moment" You looked over to the big blonde baby, he looked like he was in a curb stomping kind of mood today, meaning it was like most other days, but still.

You turned back to the one with the eyes, God they were such a pretty blue "With me, you'll have the ride of your life and maybe get dicked down by America's poster boy in the process"

Soldier Boy smirked, sending a wink your way. You always knew how to pick 'em.

"Uh- w-with you sounds great"

"Thought so" You let another gaze filter over him, you did well with this one "You were at Herogasm right? I think I remember you, should be in for a good time"

He furrowed his brow, he looked good like that, he should do it more, maybe you can get him to do it again later.

Then it all clicked.

"You were the girl with the-"

"Save something for later sweetie" You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear "But yeah, that was me"

"Wow, I- let's go"

"Oh wait" You stopped, turning back to Ben "Don't kill Speedy if you don't have to, he could be useful when this one's all used up"

'This one' looked at you, the fuck are you talking about? He does not get used up. Unless-

"Believe me, you'll have a better time with blue eyes"

"I fucking knew it!" You laughed, taking his hand once again, out the door before the blood got shed, everywhere, like, everywhere.

"It's Malchemical by the way"

"Hm?"

"My name, it's Malchemical"

"Yeah….that's not gonna work"

"What do you mean?"

"Try moaning that out by round five, I'm gonna go with Mal, that work for you?"

"Five? Yeah, yeah Mal's great"

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[jalinaalkenza]

Can you write another part of the overprotective katseye with 7th member reader

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kᥲ𝗍sᥱᥡᥱ ᥊ 7𝗍һmᥱmᑲᥱr 𝖿ᥱm!rᥱᥲძᥱr

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ: ᴀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ 7ᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴋᴀᴛsᴇʏᴇ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɴᴀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ— ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!!

It’s five in the morning, and you’re already awake thanks to Sophia screaming like the house is burning down. For a second, you honestly think there might be a fire, but no—it’s just her and Daniela throwing verbal grenades at each other again. Yoonchae, somehow, is still asleep beside you, headphones in, completely knocked out like she’s living in a different dimension.

You try to ignore it, but the shouting only gets louder. Sophia’s yelling about her stuff, Daniela’s yelling about her perfume, and together they sound like two broken speakers stuck on full blast. Eventually, you snap.

You drag yourself out of bed, stomp into the hallway, and find the two of them circling the house, mocking each other’s voices like kids on a playground.

“Guys, can you please stay quiet? I’m still trying to get some sleep!” you say, voice sharp and tired.

Daniela rolls her eyes at you, which is rich considering she’s the one screaming at five in the morning. Sophia doesn’t even bother looking your way—she just storms off mid-argument, Daniela hot on her heels, both of them still throwing insults like confetti.

You just stand there, arms crossed, hair all over the place, wondering how these two can wake up with this much energy while you can barely keep your eyes open. Peace in this house? Yeah, not happening.

With a long sigh, you drag yourself back to bed, side-eyeing Yoonchae who’s still out cold like the chaos never even happened. You almost envy her. Almost.

A few minutes pass, and finally, the shouting fades into the distance. You curl back under the covers, eyes heavy, body ready to slip into sweet, sweet unconsciousness. Sleep is right there—you can almost taste it.

And then, of course, your alarm starts blaring like it’s mocking you. Beside you, Yoonchae sits up instantly, stiff and mechanical, like some kind of robot programmed to wake at the sound of a bell. She slips out of bed, calm as ever, while you just lie there staring at the ceiling, mentally cursing Sophia, Daniela, your alarm clock, and honestly, the entire universe for conspiring against you.

Sleep? Apparently, those don’t exist in your life anymore.

You drag the blanket over your face, praying for just five more minutes of sleep, but no—the world clearly hates you. Yoonchae’s already moving around the room, pulling her hoodie over her head and slipping on socks with the precision of a soldier. Meanwhile, from somewhere down the hall, Sophia and Daniela are still at it.

Sophia’s voice cuts through the house: “You literally touched my things without asking!”

Daniela fires back immediately: “It’s just perfume, calm down before I spray it in your mouth!” You groan so loud you surprise even yourself. Yoonchae doesn’t react—headphones are already back on, volume blasting. She’s a master at ignoring chaos; you’re convinced she could sleep through the end of the world if she wanted to.

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You shuffle downstairs like a half-dead zombie, already bracing yourself for whatever circus act the morning has prepared. The first person you see is Manon, sitting on the sofa, totally unbothered, watching Netflix with a bowl of cereal in her lap. She doesn’t even look up as you pass by—she’s too busy laughing at her show like she’s the only one in this madhouse living a normal life.

Through the window, you spot Megan outside freestyling her dance routine, earbuds in, completely in her own world. She’s spinning and snapping like she's still in dream academy and honestly? Good for her.

You drag yourself into the kitchen, hoping—praying—for at least a quiet bite of food. Just one. But apparently

Sophia and Daniela are both at the table, sitting across from each other like sworn enemies in a mafia movie. The silent treatment is so thick you could spread it on toast. You grab a mug and pour yourself some coffee, thinking maybe, just maybe, peace has finally arrived. Then Daniela 'accidentally' bumps her spoon against Sophia’s plate. Sophia snaps her head up, eyes narrowed.

“Really? You can’t even eat without being annoying?” Daniela smirks, leaning back. “¿Estas diciendo algo?” Sophia tilted her head, confused “Ha?” Daniela raised her eyebrow, then Sophia “Hatdog!”

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By the time the clock hits 6:45, the house looks less like a home and more like a battlefield disguised as a morning routine. Everyone’s 'getting ready,' but really, it’s just another round of chaos wearing perfume.

Manon and Daniela are fighting over the bathroom like it’s sacred territory. Daniela’s pounding on the door, yelling about how she needs to fix her eyeliner & makeup, while Manon yells back that she’s not coming out until she’s not done fixing her hair. You swear if this keeps up, someone’s going to break the door down.

Meanwhile, Sophia and Yoonchae are tangled in their own mess of misunderstanding. Sophia’s talking like she's a rapper, her voice sharp, while Yoonchae is struggling to keep up, fumbling for words. You can see the frustration on her face—like she’s two seconds away from just walking out and giving up, she's probably cursing Sophia inside her head.

And then there’s Megan, casually strolling through the chaos like she’s immune. Phone in hand, she’s on a video call with Lara—who’s comfortably staying at her parents’ house, enjoying a quiet, peaceful sleep. The contrast makes you want to scream. Megan’s laughing softly, whispering into her phone about an 'escape plan,' while you sit there thinking: God, Lara’s a lucky bitch.

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You let out the heaviest sigh known to mankind and finally drag yourself to get ready. Skirt, crop top, hair fixed, makeup on—you actually look like a functioning human being, maybe even more than that. By the time you’re done, the rest of the girls are gathered, each with their own unique brand of 'getting ready for rehearsal'.

Megan, true to form, is rocking sweatpants and an oversized shirt like she’s about to nap instead of rehearsing. Daniela walks out looking like she just stepped off the set of a music video—effortlessly sexy, no contest. Sophia? She’s dressed as if she’s headed to some red-carpet gala, not a rehearsal, strutting around like a VIP guest star. Manon’s embracing her inner masc, hands stuffed in her pockets, radiating casual confidence. And Yoonchae? Well… Yoonchae’s just being Yoonchae, with her casual tomboy style.

Then all eyes land on you.

Before you can even say 'What?', Sophia gasps like you’ve just committed a felony.

“Oh my GOD—no, absolutely not. Go change right now.”

And just like that, the others jump in too. Suddenly, everyone’s on overprotective mode, voices overlapping, throwing out comments like:

“That’s too much.”

“Do you even own jeans?”

“You’re not going out like that.”

Even Yoonchae—Yoonchae, who’s literally only one month older than you—crosses her arms and frowns like she’s your strict guardian.

You blink at all of them, completely dumbfounded. “Are you guys serious right now? We’re literally going to rehearsal, not church.”

Sophia throws her hands in the air, looking personally offended. “That’s exactly the point! You’re not about to show up looking like—like that. Change. Now.”

Daniela leans on the wall, smirking. “Honestly? I think she looks good.”

Sophia whirls on her. “Don’t encourage her!”

Manon’s trying to look casual, but even she’s side-eyeing you like you just broke some unspoken rule. And Megan—sweet, unbothered Megan—just shrugs. “I mean… it’s her body, her outfit. Chill.”

But of course, the final blow comes from Yoonchae. She tilts her head, crosses her arms, and with the weight of her one month of seniority says, “Yeah… I don’t think you should wear that either.”

That’s it. That’s where you lose it.

“Are you kidding me? You’re one month older than me, Yoonchae. ONE. That doesn’t make you my mother.”

The room goes quiet for half a beat, then Sophia gasps dramatically, like you just committed a crime against family honor. Daniela bursts out laughing, Megan hides her grin behind her phone, and Manon mutters something about this being better than Netflix.

You roll your eyes, grab your bag, and march to the door. “Whatever. I’m wearing it. End of story.”

Of course, the overprotective squad doesn’t stop following you out, still grumbling and fussing like you’ve single-handedly ruined rehearsal before it even started.

Just as you step outside, bag slung over your shoulder and the girls still bickering around you, your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Lara.

Lara: “Nice skirt. Going to rehearsal or auditioning for Mean Girls 4?”

You stare at the screen, jaw tightening. Another buzz.

Lara: “Don’t trip over it, though. Wouldn’t want you face-planting in front of everyone again 😏”

You groan out loud, glaring at your phone like it personally insulted your ancestors. Of course Lara would pick today of all days to roast you.

Lucky bitch. Not only did she get a peaceful night’s sleep at her parents’ house, now she’s awake early just to roast you like it’s her full-time job.

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ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀɢᴀɪɴ— ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!!

[cindylou-who7]

Had this thought ever since @naffeclipse answered my question of whether or not Eclipse's snakes had names. They don't. So I gave them names (thanks @pinkydee10 for the help choosing).

But then I thought it would be funny if the snakes had genders and if only ONE was a girl.

(I went ahead and marked which snake is who-)

Also gave them little designs and details

[rimzaaa]

Winter Crush

Oneshot! (Request)

Pairing: Crush! Inho x Fem!Reader (y/n)

Summary: Winter brings you back to Jun-ho’s house with warm food, cold weather, and a crush you never quite grew out of. Tasked with calling his older brother down for lunch, you accidentally walk into a moment you definitely weren’t prepared for — and from there, everything changes.

Warnings: Slow burn. Flustered reader. Mutual pining. Teasing / light flirting. Awkward situations. Soft romance. Slight second-hand embarrassment.

Author's Note: Based on THIS request. I wanted to write something cute, comedic kinda thing so.....yeah. Here it is.

Word Count: 1,210

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The winter wind bit at her cheeks as y/n walked up Jun-ho’s driveway, arms wrapped around a paper bag full of takeout.

The smell of hot dumplings and freshly baked bread made her stomach growl. A few steps inside, Jun-ho’s mother greeted her with a warm smile, wiping her hands on a towel.

“Ah, Y/N! Jun-ho told me you’d be coming by. He went out to grab some snacks too.” she said, turning to stir something in a pot on the stove.

“It’s almost lunchtime. Why don’t you go upstairs and call Inho for lunch?”

Y/n nodded, smiling politely. “Sure, auntie. I’ll go get him.”

As she walked upstairs, her mind wandered back to high school—the day Junho first introduced her to his family.

She'd been smitten immediately by his older brother, Inho. Tall, confident, with that smirk that made your knees weak, he had been the type of person you remembered in dreams and daydreams alike.

Your stomach fluttered at the memory.

Shaking her head to focus, y/n reached Inho’s door. She knocked gently.

No answer.

Slightly hesitating, she twisted the knob and peeked inside.

And froze.

Inho emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his hair and skin.

“AHHHHH!” she screamed, leaping back and nearly dropping her mobile.

He was instantly alert, a hand covering her mouth. “Quiet! Why are you screaming?”

Her cheeks were on fire, and words stumbled out as she stammered “I-I brought lunch! Uh—mom said to call you—don’t, I mean—”

Inho’s lips twitched, trying not to laugh. He lowered his hand, giving her a look that was equal parts amusement and… something else. Something deeper.

“I’ll be down soon.” he said, voice low. “And you better leave now, or do you want me to change in front of you?”

Y/n bolted out of the room, cheeks burning like wildfire.

A few minutes later, inho descended the stairs in a button-down, intentionally leaving the first button open. Jun-ho, munching on a snack, squinted at him. “Not feeling cold?”

“The heater’s on, and I’m taking police training. I’m strong enough.” In-ho replied smoothly, smirking. “Unlike some babies I know.”

Y/n nearly choked on her own laughter at Junho’s mock-annoyed expression. Inho’s eyes flickered toward her for just a second, and she caught the brief, teasing glint there.

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After lunch, the house settled into its usual comfortable chaos. Junho disappeared into his room to game, his mother busied herself cleaning up the kitchen, and y/n found yourself awkwardly lingering in the living room, unsure of what to do with her hands—or her heart.

Inho sat across from her, scrolling through his phone, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms.

She tried not to stare.

Tried.

“So,” he said casually, not looking up, “college treating you well?”

Y/n nodded quickly. “Yeah. Busy. Lots of reading. Too much coffee.”

He hummed. “You always liked studying.”

She laughed softly. “That’s Junho’s version of me. The boring one.”

That finally made him look up. His eyes met hers, warm and curious.

“I never thought you were boring.”

Her breath hitched, just slightly.

Before she could respond, his mother called out, “Inho, take Y/N with you if you go out later. She shouldn’t walk alone in the cold.”

Y/n froze.

Inho glanced toward the kitchen, then back at her.

“I was going to pick up some groceries later,” he said slowly. “If you want to come.”

Her heart skipped. “I—I can.”

Junho yelled from his room, “Bring me snacks!”

Inho rolled his eyes. “You're impossible.”

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The walk outside was quiet, snow crunching beneath their shoes. The air was cold enough to turn her breath visible, and she shoved her hands deeper into ber coat sleeves.

Inho noticed immediately.

Without saying anything, he reached over and tugged her gently closer, draping his scarf around her neck.

His fingers brushed her jaw as he adjusted it, lingering just a second too long. “You okay?” he asked.

Y/n nodded, cheeks warm for reasons that had nothing to do with winter. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He smiled faintly. “You’ve always been bad at saying when you’re cold.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course.”

That shouldn’t have made her chest tighten the way it did.

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At the store, he teased her over her snack choices, stole a candy bar from her basket, and pretended not to notice when she bumped into him “accidentally” in the narrow aisles.

Each small moment added another layer of tension—unspoken, but very much alive.

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On the walk back, he slowed his steps to match hers.

“You’ve changed.” he said suddenly.

Y/ looked up. “Is that bad?”

“No.” he replied quickly. “Just… you’re more confident. But still the same.”

Y/n smiled shyly. “You haven’t changed much either.”

He laughed softly. “That’s not true.”

Y/n didn’t ask how.

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Over the next few days, y/n found yourself at Junho’s house more often than usual.

Sometimes it was accidental—dropping off notes, borrowing books, returning something she didn’t actually need to return.

Sometimes it was intentional.

Inho was always there.

Sometimes he helped her study, leaning too close, pointing things out while his knee brushed yours.

Sometimes he cooked, sleeves rolled up, focused and domestic in a way that made her heart ache.

Sometimes he just sat with her, sharing quiet moments that felt heavier than words.

And sometimes—when Junho wasn’t looking—Inho would catch her gaze and hold it a second longer than necessary.

Y/n started to wonder if the crush she'd carried for years was no longer one-sided.

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One evening, as snow tapped softly against the windows, y/n sat on the couch flipping through a book while Inho worked on something nearby. They were alone as junho and mom went outside to grab things for dinner.

“You’re staring again.” he said without looking up.

Y/n nearly dropped the book. “I am not!”

He smirked, finally turning toward her. “Relax. I don’t mind.”

Her voice came out smaller than intended. “You always tease me.”

“Because you get flustered.” he replied. “And it’s cute.”

Her heart skipped. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I…” she trailed off, fingers tightening around the book.

He leaned closer, his tone softer now. “Because you what?”

Y/n swallowed. “Because I’ve liked you for a long time.”

The room went very still.

Inho didn’t smile. Didn’t tease. He just looked at her—really looked at her—like he was finally allowing himself to see something he’d been avoiding.

“I know.” he said quietly.

Her eyes widened. “You do?”

He nodded. “I noticed back then. High school. The way you looked at me. I didn’t say anything because you were too young. And I was supposed to be responsible.”

“And now?” she asked softly.

“And now,” he said, reaching out slowly, giving you time to pull away, “you’re grown. And I still like you.”

Her breath caught.

He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, tentative. “I didn’t want to rush this. Didn’t want to scare you. Or myself.”

She smiled, eyes shining. “You didn’t.”

He returned the smile—warm, genuine, full of promise. “Good.”

He didn’t kiss her then.

He just stayed close, fingers loosely intertwined with hers, the quiet between them no longer awkward—just full.

Like something beautiful had finally found its right timing.

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[thevictorytour1984]

*Sigh... I know Michael... I know you really wanna leave the Victory Tour I'm sorry I understand you I don't blame Michael tho AND I know how he feels! 💀😭🤣

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