#And whoever I tried talking to being immediately pulled away by someone else

[senkoblogs]

I should get back into FFXIV RP, the only thing is that my sleep schedule is totally different these days so I can't stay up for prime NA time anymore

[sophvilla]

I Got My Eyes On You

⋅˚₊‧ OT5 X Reader Series ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairing: Bf! OT5 X Gf! Fem! reader

Warning: General Fluff, Tooth-roting fluff, Written au

Genre: When someone flirts with them

YEONJUN / 연준

He is offended but doesn’t show it, instead he just gives the person a very savage reply. Pulling out his phone and showing his wallpaper of you ( which also happens to be his fav picture of yours ) to the person who dared to flirt with. He is so nasty with the words saying Words like “ why would I look at someone trashy, when I have my beautiful queen back home”

Or he might just FaceTime you the second someone approached him with motive to get into his pants as he says with a laugh when you picked his call “ Babe look, she’s asking for my number, tell her baby tell her your man isn’t for trashes, He is only available for you and only you ” leaving the girl who approached extremely embarrassed and annoyed and You Laughing and giggling at his tactics

SOOBIN / 수빈

Soobin always make sure you’re with him whenever he goes out whether it’s drinks with colleagues or hangout with friends, you are by his side always. He absolutely hates when someone flirts with him, it makes him extremely uncomfortable

So when a girl starts flirting with Soobin in your presence He’s deep in a thought whether he should give you a peace of mind or whether he should Just ignore the girls existence also He's not only shy but also super offended by the girl as she straight out ignores you and askes about whatever he’s not interested in listening or answering ,

So He stops the girl in between her bullshit ranting and says “ excuse me-- whoever you are, I really don’t care, I’m here with my Gorgeous Girlfriend and you’re ruining our time together so why don’t you breath somewhere else, I’m really not interested” leaving the girl’s mouth wide open at his words and only making her even more enraged when you’re behind them trying to hold in your laughter.

BEOMGYU / 범규

He first smirks at you smugly when a girl approached him and he mouths to you “watch And learn babe” before turning his back to you as he looks at the soon to be poor girl with such a distasteful look, full of scowl and disgust return over his face as he stares at the girl who dared to cause Him and His Pretty girlfriend this much of nuisance

He once again look at her in disdain as he spats “ You didn’t learn manners now, did you,? Are those buttons or eyes because you clearly can’t see I’m here with my baby and here you are bringing your unwanted presence,” as the girls eyes widen at his hateful words but Beomgyu being Beomgyu, continues to speak some sense into her saying “ leave before I start to record the whole act you tried to pull up ” making the now poor girl away, as Beomgyu wraps his arms around you smiling ear to as you smack his chest " You shouldn't have gone that far" you comment on his behaviour but he’s just smiling like fool that He is.

TAEHYUN / 태형

Taehyun doesn’t even care to look at the person beside him who’s asking his number his sole focus is on his beer and his phone, waiting for your call to come and he’ll finally be out of the so-called co-workers party,.

Taehyun straight out ignores the person’s presence acting as if the girl is talking to Air rather than him, but it seriously is getting to much, now that his beer is empty and your call isn’t coming, he raises his hand in Signal to stop the girl from talking and finally looks at the girl with his Signature death stare --who’s talking his ears off for the past half hour, making the girl apologise to him immediately and leaving him to himself finally and his thoughts is interrupted by the ringtone of his phone as your beautiful face Grace’s the screen immediately making Taehyun face literally up with a small smile.

HUENING KAI / 휴닝카이

It’s like he was waiting for someone to ask if he’s single or not because he’s ready to flaunt you to everyone, only he didn’t realise the true intentions of the girl asking if he is single or not His reply is enough to make throw her scowl towards your way as he Says “ Oohh – yeahh you see here- this angel right here is my girlfriend, and yeah I’m indeed very lucky to have by my side , I think of that everyday but my baby also thinks that she’s lucky to have me as her boyfriend so—I guess it’s a win-win ”

He makes sure to let everyone know how you met and how much you’re in love with eachother or how he thought that you were an Angel descended from the heavens when he first saw you all while with the biggest smile on his face as the girl who was flirting long forgotten, his sole focus stays on you.

[acowardinmordor]

The muse of angsty plot bunnies who only visits when I’m trying to go to sleep has arrived. Wretched thing.

Omegaverse secret identity recluse mildly scent-mate situation here.

Pulling from a base I used for something else, Eddie was with Chrissy, hanging out for the first time. She was convinced someone was following her but never saw anyone and thought she was going crazy. Goes to Eddie because he looked scary but shes desperate, so she asks him if he can get her a gun. He definitely cannot, but he does have drugs. Meet up later that night, a young Henry really was stalking her; she’s killed in Eddie’s trailer.

Eddie is the only suspect no matter how much he swears there was someone there. Eventually the state throws the case out. Never even goes to trial because there was dna under her nails that didn’t belong to Eddie, and the DA dropped it.

It doesn’t matter. It was one of those highly visible cases because the pretty young omega and the super senior alpha? Of course he killed her. Everyone knows that.

Eddie becomes a recluse. Barely even talks to his uncle because he doesn’t want to get his uncle tied up in the hatred the town has for him. Very, very occasionally, he goes into town, keeps his head down, and gets out. Usually goes super super early in the morning.

Enter Steve. Omega, moved to town with his family not long after the murder. He saw all the press coverage, knows the name, knows the face, but has never met or spoken to Eddie. He’s working some awful job with Robin, and from time to time, he’ll catch just the barest trace of a scent he wants to follow. It’s unpredictable though, and he’s never managed to find them. He’s not even sure if whoever this alpha is has ever noticed Steve’s scent.

After a few months, Steve happens to get scheduled for an opening shift on a day Eddie is there. Before they even make eye contact they both have that sudden moment of “oh, I found them.”

Then they actually see each other. Eddie sees a beautiful omega he immediately, instinctively knows he would love forever. And Eddie sees when his potential perfect mate recognizes him. The hopeful smile collapses, and Steve backs into a display as he tries to get away from him. Eddie runs.

And Steve… look. He’s a romantic. He always wanted to find a scent mate, but it’s not like this is a one time thing. It’s more like a stamp of approval from the universe that it’s a divine requirement. He could have another chance. You know, not with a violent murderer.

Eddie makes sure he won’t cross paths with Steve again. Doesn’t even have a name, just a tiny moment of hope about this omega, but he knows that hope is DoA. Smothers it.

Not long after that first encounter, Steve starts getting a weird creepy sensation. He feels like he’s being watched, but never sees anyone. Robin keeps an eye out too, but nothing. Obviously Robs knows about that encounter with Eddie, and they both, logically, assume that’s who’s watching.

They even dig into some of the less publicized I formation from five years ago, and see the notes from Chrissy’s friends that talk about how scared and paranoid she was.

Proof positive, right?

Stobin talks to Hopper, one of the few people in town who is confident that Eddie Munson, once arrested for trespassing because he got high and wanted to hug the kittens at the shelter, did not kill anyone. He has a duty though. Visits Eddie, who honestly is not doing great. Then add in Hopper asking questions about whether Eddie’s been following Steve? Yeah. Eddie’s not having a great time. All he can think about is what Chrissy told him back then.

So Eddie, a fool, and desperate not to let someone else die because he failed to help them, starts actually stalking Steve. Only as security, but yes, technically it’s stalking. Steve is increasingly terrified, Robin is worse.

Worst of all? Every time Steve smells any trace of Eddie, he gets all Omega-y, and emotional, and he yearns. He isn’t going to go court a murderer, but his stupid omega instincts don’t care.

I don’t know the steps between, but this is obviously heading towards Henry coming after Steve, wanting the same thing as before. He wants to steal an omega, and this time, has a plan so he won’t have to kill his chosen when they fight him. Maybe Robin is there when it happens. Maybe Steve does get grabbed at first, and she runs to Eddie because she now knows it wasn’t him. Maybe she wasn’t there and when Steve goes missing, she goes to Eddie to find Steve. Maybe she’s there but before Creel can do anything, Eddie arrives.

What matters is this. Eddie has spent five years hating himself, simmering in failed alpha instincts, and now a potential omega mate is in danger? He’s definitely going to do something stupid about it.

[offical-ouroboros]

Hi, could you do more of the unknown HC or fanfic?

Unknown x Reader HCs - An Unhealthy Obsession

CW: creep unknown, unwanted touches, UVX 'drugging'??, general horror warnings idfk, yandere/manipulative unknown

this may become a mini series

~♡

※ He just wouldn't leave you alone!

※ It didn't matter if you were in a match, or at camp. You always felt like you were being watched.

※ When you tried talking to others, they made you feel even crazier.

※ At least... That's how you heard things.

※ Truth was, you were probably just intensely disoriented from the Unknown's UVX.

※ If she talked, it seemed so clear... So pleasant.

※ When anyone else did, it just made you feel small and scared.

※ His own way of getting you comfortable near him.

※ It's not like it entirely wanted to- Just hasn't been...

※ In love is a strong word.

"I will not be... Denied my... Happiness."

※ Depending on how you respond... Won't really matter.

※ It'll get what it wants in the end- With someone, at least.

※ You make it feel something nice. A warm feeling that soothes its aching form.

※ With enough time it may even put more effort into fixing its body up to look a bit more human, if that's what you want.

※ Or, if you'd prefer the opposite, it'll relax itself more and look more warped and... Wrong.

※ Anything for you, "Tiny mouse."

※ It could take a few more days of meeting you, weeks, months... Or, immediately after the first trial before she decides it's been enough and just tries to take you.

※ Entity allowing, it works.

※ The Unknown is fast. Precise. And while part of him enjoys the hunt, he also knows what he wants. He wants you. He wants to feel human. He wants humans to think he's human.

※ What's more human; more alive and well than having a partner?

※ To it, not much. It was likely someone's fault, maybe even your own that she got the idea.

"Love is a core human emotion."

※ It'll sneak up behind you, axe discarding on the ground so it can hold you properly, twisting its limbs around your entire body and clinging.

"I missed... You."

※ Try to pull away all you want, he doesn't even notice.

※ Sometimes it had on different outfits- Different forms. If you had a preference, it would try to stick to them around you. Find anyone you might have a crush on and kill them. Take their form.

※ It looks just like them! Don't you love it now?

※ It... Vaguely resembled whoever it killed.

※ If you're at the point where he's taken you, you probably won't have much of a chance at getting away again.

※ They don't understand why it's a problem. Don't understand why you might be scared. Why you cry, and shake, and kick, and fight, and run.

※ But it never gets upset. Just confused.

※ Arms once more wrap around you, keeping you trapped both in its own personal place in the Entity's realm, and in its arms until you either calm down or tire out.

※ Just like how it weakened you before, if the Unknown can't get you to settle it might have to... Eugh... UVX you again.

※ The strange fumes make it hard to focus on anything.

※ Anything but him, that is.

※ Soon enough, you'll just have to look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him.

※ Please.

※ Look at him.

※ Just relax. Curl up into their grasp. It'll weaken, and feel nice. Warm. Inviting.

※ She genuinely wants to love you. She's trying.

※ They just need a little help understanding boundaries.

[burntb4bydoll]

Reunion segz with Bill maybe? Getting back together with him after a bad fight or maybe you’re his ex from his early tokio hotel days/you’re an ex member of the band 🤭🤭

I got another request very similar to this that i haven’t done yet so here you go lol!!

Bill Kaulitz x Reader

Summery: you see Bill at a party after not seeing him since you broke up

Warnings: unprotected sex, maybe a little bit of scratching, sappy reunion ngl, Bill being protective of you🤭 idfk you guy just have cute fluffy sex??

You walk into your friends house and are immediately hit with the scent of alcohol and weed. The house was dimly lit so you couldn’t really recognize anyone in the room. Sighing, you walk towards the kitchen. You weren’t necessarily in the partying mood, you really only came because your friend begged you to. Which you thought was kinda strange because usually they arent so insistent on making you come to things like this. And of course the person who invited you was no where to be found.

You took a step outside by the pool and thats when you saw him. Bill fucking Kaulitz, your ex boyfriend, standing by your friend and a couple random people. Now it makes sense why your friend wanted you to come so bad. You had just recently told them how you missed him. Bill looked away from whoever he was talking to and locked eyes with you. His eyes widened as he watched you from across the patio. God, you could just die right now. The way he’s looking st you like your the most beautiful being on the planet makes your heart beat faster.

“Hey y/n! Come over here!” Your friend called out. You felt your heart drop when you realized there was no hiding from him. He stared at you the whole time you were walking over. “Y/nnn im so glad you’re here, look did you see Bil-“ you cut them off by pulling them away from the scene.

“What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?!” You whisper-yelled at your clearly drunk friend. They just laughed and handed you their drink.

“Y/n its fineee just have a drink and calm down!”

“Fine? F/n. I look like shit, and I am not anywhere near ready to see him without rethinking our whole break up-“

Someone slammed there body into yours, causing you to stumble into a nearby table. The person was clearly pissed off and drunk. They took a step towards you and you backed up.

“Watch it dumbass! Get the fuck out of the way next time!” Before you could say anything you saw someone come up behind the angry man and yank him away from you. No fucking way. It was Bill. You’re stomach erupted with butterflies when you saw how protective he still was over you.

“Don’t talk to her like that! You’re the one who can’t handle your fucking alcohol.” Your jaw dropped at his tone towards the other man. You hadn’t even talked to him since you guys broke up, and he still cares about you? You grabbed Bills arm and tugged on it a bit, trying to get his attention.

“Its ok, he’s just drunk he’s probably not even gonna remember this. Just calm down.” He let go of the guys shirt and gave him a shove in thr opposite direction. “Thank you. I would have been alright though Bill.” He clicks his tongue and looks down at you.

“Yeah well, I’m not gonna let anyone treat you like that. You don’t deserve it.” His voice comes out softer than you expected. You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet man in front of you. “Do you wanna go somewhere else and talk..?” He asked, shifting nervously.

“Um, yeah..yeah sure.” You tried to hide the shake in your voice as you followed him out of the backyard and up the stairs of your friends house. Once you reach your friends guest room, both of you step closer to each other. You can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth

“Bill, I miss you..”

“Shit.. I miss you too.”

Neither of you moved. You just stood there, inches away from each other. Your eyes move from his to look at his lips until he grabbed your face and kissed you. You close your eyes and hum at the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. He pushes your body against the door, successfully keeping you in place.

“Missed you so bad Bill. Feels so lonely without you.” You mumbled against his lips. Bill softly moans at your words.

“I never stopped loving you honey. ‘Could never love someone else the way I love you. Your my soulmate.” You could hear the genuineness of his words. You whimper quietly, trying to hold back tears. “Hey, hey no. Don’t cry sweetheart, I’m here now. I can’t let you go again.” You pull him back down to kiss you again, running your hands through his soft hair. He spread your legs with his knee and lifts it up to rest against your clothed heat. (I actually hate that im sorry) You let out a shocked gasp and put your arms around his neck to support yourself.

“Bill please, ‘want you so bad. I need you.” You use the most sweet tone, hoping to convince him to not tease you. He smiles widely and laughs a little.

“Ok, ok hun, are you sure? I don’t want this to be something you regret.” His giggly tone faded into a concerned one. You lean up to kiss the corner of his lips,

“Of course I’m sure Bill. Fuck, I mean I’ve thought about this every day since we broke up.” His smile returned and he kisses your forehead.

“Lets get these and pants off of you you, yeah?” You giggled and nodded watching him pull down your pants and underwear. He slipped his hand between your legs and groaned. “Shit, you really did miss me.” He teases, knowing damn well he’s just as needy for you. He pulls his hand away from you and pulled his own pants off. He goes to take off your shirt but you stop him,

“No, no just fuck me please. I need to feel you now.” You whine to him, practically begging.

“Alright sweetie calm down, I got you.” He picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips. He lined his tip up with your entrance and leaves little kisses on your face as he pushes into you. You groan and dig your nails into his shoulder. He doesn’t even let you catch your breath before thrusting his hips into yours.

“God you feel so good! Needed your dick inside me so bad!” You moan, not even caring about how desperate you sound.

“I know, I missed this fucking pussy. So perfect for me, so so perfect.” Both of you were basically high off of each other’s presence, having been so close for so long then not seeing each other for months. He speeds up his thrusts and grips your hips tightly. You feel euphoric, running your hands all over his body, trying to feel every part of him.

“B-bill I’m gonna~ shit I’m so close please don’t stop!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Shhh. Its ok honey, cum for me, please. Please cum.” Both of you were begging for each other, but neither of you felt any shame. You both knew you were meant for each other. You arch your back and let your orgasm rush through you. Bill whimpers at the feeling and his hips stutter. He finishes inside you and you are both left panting and groaning.

“Would you please take me back y/n?”

[domxmarvel]

Perfect

Masterlist

Order: 4

large orange tea with some eclair @ay-chuu

Leona x Female!Reader-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

You were very secure in your relationship with Leona,you know he loves you and you love him. He even brought you with him when he was practically forced to go see his family,saying that he wouldn’t go without you. He even ended up skipping some of his naps to take you out to his favorite spots,and spoiling you in every way possible. One thing you noticed was that everyone there looked absolutely beautiful,so beautiful that you came back doubting yourself. You tried to make yourself perfect like them,make your hair look as beautiful, your makeup as flawless and your clothes as fashionable as them. But still something about it wasn’t right,you never looked like them,not as perfect in any way in fact the only thing you saw was just how imperfect you were. You knew you’d never be as perfect as them so you just gave up,you stopped doing your hair and makeup,didn’t bother to dress up and you couldn’t even bring yourself to leave your room.

*** 

There was a knock on your door but you didn’t even wanna get up,you could tell whoever it was,was getting annoyed by the knock getting louder. You looked like a mess and had been crying all night,you didn’t want to see or talk to anyone.

"Herbivore I know you’re in there,open this door before I do” You immediately rushed to the door,to make sure he didn’t open it.

“No!” You could already feel the tears well up in your eyes,all you could think about was how disgusted he’d be by you,how quickly he’d leave you for someone else,someone who was perfect unlike you. 

“What do you mean no? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,please leave”

“Y/N I’m not leaving before I make sure you’re really okay” 

“I’m fine” Your voice was breaking as you started crying,he was pushing on the door and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold him back anymore. He managed to open the door and you quickly turned your back to him. “I’m fine,you can just leave”

“You’re clearly not,what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,just leave me alone!” You still had your back to him,you couldn’t stand to face him for even a second.

“Did I do something? If I did I-”

“It’s not you,I just wanna be alone”

“I’m not leaving you here,especially like this” His hand was on your shoulder,making you jump. “Y/N please look at me” You turned to look at him,you were just waiting for him to be disgusted with you but he just hugged you. Wrapping his arms tightly around you,you wanted to cry again but all you could do was ask.

“Do you still think I’m pretty?”

“Still? I never stopped thinking that you’re beautiful” One of his hands moved to your cheek “Y/N,You’re the most beautiful being on the earth. I love you” 

“I love you too” You moved your hand to the collar of his shirt and pulled him down so you could kiss him. When you pulled away he immediately picked you up and set you on your bed,immediately laying on top of you. “Finally”

“What?”

“I wasn’t sleeping well without you,now let me sleep” He whispered “I missed you” You kissed the top of his head.

“I missed you too,Leona” 

“Hmm” 

“Thank you”

[mxqdii]

omg i loved the chris imagine so much holy shit

if youve heard the song, could you perhaps do an imagine (chris sturniolo x reader) based on the song Ant Pile by dominic fike?

it doesnt have to be a song fic necessarily, but like just kinda based on it yk? completely up to you!!

fave song fr 🙏🙏

ant pile - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: based on the song 'ant pile' by dominic fike

warning(s): mentions of drugs

a/n: i'm not too familiar with this song so i'm sorry if anything is wrong!! i tried my best :)

not proofread

"remember the day we met?" he asks and i groan

"i wish i didn't" i say laughing

"wait what happened?" matt asks and i look at chris, letting him explain the story

"first grade, someone tied her to a fucking ant pile" chris explains

"how do you tie someone to an ant pile??" nick shouts

i remember back then, i always knew chris liked me.

then we went to highschool and we started dating..

9TH GRADE:

i push chris against my locker

"hey! ow!" he says and i shush him

"sorry! i just missed you" i say hugging him

"lets go home before my mom gets there" i say, sadness evident in my voice as i grab chris's hand and lead him outside

chris has always been there for me, espically in highschool when the whole thing with my mom went down..

the triplets and marylou let me stay with them for a while because of that whole incident

ever since my dad passed away, she'd bring home a different lover everyday

she even threw her wedding ring away, i had to ding through the trash to find it.

the worst part was, i still loved her, a lot.

chris knew that and even though i didn't understand my feelings, he was good at helping me understand them

espically when all my mom did was drugs.

8TH GRADE:

it's the first day of 8th grade and i'm terrified.. i haven't seen chris since last summer

i look so different..

i walk into school, on my way to my locker, but i stop in my tracks seeing chris

we catch eye contact and he immediately walks towards me

he kisses me unexpectedly and i smile, hugging him.

9TH GRADE:

chris has decided to take me on a date..

i'm really nervous, espically because i didn't have anyone to help me get ready

but i think i look fine, i hope i look fine atleast..

chris picks me up and go to watch a movie.. which was awful

so we then went to dinner, what could go wrong at dinner?

turns out everything because i ended up being allergic to the pasta they gave me.

as chris is driving me home, silence filling the car, he pulls over looking towards me

"let me get a redo. anywhere you wanna go, you can pick it and i'll meet you there"

whats the worst that could happen next evening?

today was the worst it can get.

10TH GRADE:

"i love you" chris says and i look at him, wide eyed

"i've seen you fall to pieces, i've loved you since that day in first grade when you got tied to that ant pile, i love you y/n" he says

theres no more ways this boy can suprise me.

i look at him, seeing his expresssion one unfamiliar, one filled with love.

i run up to him, hugging him.

putting my hands on his face, i kiss him.

"i love you too chris" i say

"how the fuck did we go from you telling us about y/n being tied to an ant pile.. to now telling us your whole relationship story??" nick asks

"sorry! i got carried away" chris says and i laugh

"chris you're a little too enthusiastic at our weird cringe love story" i say and he rolls his eyes

"yeah yeah sure i am" he responds and nick and matt look at eachother in disgust

"can we talk about something else now?" matt says

a/n: i'm not even gonna re-read this because i think i hate it, so i'm so sorry to whoever requested this and i hope i did okay!!

TAGLIST:

@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

[red-panda-agere]

Regressor! Malleus Draconia

(So I don’t actually play TWST (even though I want to, my phone won’t let me) but my boyfriend really likes Malleus, so I’m trying to base these headcanons off of what my boyfriend has said about him. These aren’t going to be super in-depth like my usual ones, but I hope they’re good anyways :’3)

Malleus loves sleeping/napping with his head in someone’s lap, especially Yuu’s/MC’s and Lilia’s, as they’re his main caregivers.

One of the ittiest bittiest of babies, probably around 1-2, sometimes less

He absolutely cannot be left alone when regressed, and will search/pace the same few rooms/places for over and hour looking for a caregiver before giving up and retreating to his room to cry. If he does find one of his caregivers beforehand, he’s too shy to actually say he wants attention, but will snuggle into their shoulder without warning or just hope THEY WANT to give him attention.

Lilia is often called ‘Dada’ by little Malleus, the little one seeing Lilia as more of a parent figure than anyone else.

Dada’s boy through and through

He loves being called “Little Prince” or just simple little names like “Baby” or “Little one.”

As a dragon, he will teethe and chew on everything, including his own tail. It doesn’t hurt him, but they always try to draw his attention and motivation to teethe elsewhere, with teether rings, chewelry, and pacifiers. Malleus gets very nervous to use his pacifiers infront of others, even Lilia, but he loves them.

-Because of his fangs, he bites through a lot of pacifiers and teethers, so they have to buy more ‘heavy duty’ strong ones, Lilia even saying he’ll make them himself if he must

He has an abundance of little items based on Gargoyles, including a few stuffed animals and a bunch of story books he has read to him before naps/bedtime.

Little Malleus loves to ramble about Gargoyles, but often worries he talks about them too much. He’ll go on a very lengthy infodump to Yuu/MC about gargoyles, but will pause after a few minutes and just start apologizing.

He really wants little friends, but he’s worried that he’s too scary for other little ones and he’s far too shy. The closest little friend he has is Silver, but even then he already feels like he’s his little brother.

Silver and Malleus are often little together, Malleus always watching over the two of them and sounding like a proud papa the whole time.

“My precious baby boys! You two are the cutest ever!” Lilia pinches one of Malleus’ and Silver’s cheeks at the same time, unable to contain how much he loves the little goobers. Silver giggles softly “Dada!” he smiles. Malleus just whines, pulling away from his father figure’s hand, rubbing his cheek after. “Oh, I’m sorry little prince, did Dada hurt your lil cheek! Let him see!” Before Malleus could respond, the attentive vampire immediately giving his cheek a bunch of kisses. The little dragon tried to whine and push him away, not wanting to do this infront of Silver, but after a few kisses, he was a giggling mess. “Don’t think I forgot about you goober!” Lilia then did the same to Silver’s cheek, earning some muffled giggles from behind the sleepy little one’s pacifier.

Silver, when regressed, refers to Malleus as ‘baba’ or ‘bubba’ if he even can even speak at the moment. Silver and Malleus both share really small headspaces.

His tamagotchi is one of the most important things to him when he’s little, and will spend hours tending to his little digital friend if his attention isn’t directed elsewhere.

Malleus often has nightmares about those he loves leaving him, and almost always wakes up crying and shivering, sometimes even full panicking. He’s very clingy until he’s cuddled and calmed down. After nightmares, he usually doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

Loves having stories told to him before bed, and whoever’s reading/speaking always has his full attention, and he tries not to ask questions during it, but usually can’t help it.

“Wuh! What happens to the little dragon then!” Malleus asked with concern for the fictional little dragon in the story book Lilia was reading to him, hugging Lilia tightly from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. The vampire laughed softly. “I dunno baby! We’ll have to keep reading won’t we?” Malleus blushed a bit at this, but watched intently at his Dada kept reading.

He treats being bottle-fed by Lilia the most normal thing since he’s his basically his father. Of course, it’s only comfortable in the comfort of their rooms and when they’re alone, Malleus not even calling Lilia his dad during interactions outside of their rooms. He loves being bottle-fed though, even if it’s a bit difficult with how much taller he is than Lilia. His horns make it a bit difficult to lay on his lap, so his head usually goes near his shoulder and his legs over his lap, or he sits between his legs. Lilia would not stop until he had a way to bottle-feed his little one(s).

Malleus loves having his hair pet and played with, even when he’s not regressed, but when he’s regressed he will actively search for it. Not with verbal question, but he will press his head to Lilia’s hand.

He absolutely hates how strong he is, especially when regressed. He feels left out watching Lilia and Silver bake/cook together when they do, because he can’t help make them without breaking things on accident. It doesn’t help that Lilia likes the make cookies and treats for them so often, Malleus just wanting to be his Dada’s little helper.

Little Malleus needs praise for just about everything, even if it’s something he did without trouble or could’ve easily done when not regressed. If Dada didn’t tell him he did a good job going to sleep when he asked, Malleus will worry he did something wrong.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he doesn’t look like he would be, but Malleus is such a sensitive little baby and cries a lot. He doesn’t like crying infront of anybody though, and will go hide in his bed or the bathroom if he starts to cry. Lilia will always immediately follow him, or go into overprotective Dad mode when he finds him.

“Oh baby, why are you hiding?” Lilia asks with audible concern before sitting next to the crying Malleus. The dragon desperately tried to stay hidden behind his plushie, but Lilia gently set it to the side, and gently cups Malleus’ face in his hands. He kisses the top of his nose and wipes a few tears away. “Little one…Talk to Dada baby.” He spoke softly and calmly, whispering as to not frighten the little guy. Malleus takes a hold of Lilia’s hands on his face, before softly crying a little harder. He then holds his hands towards Lilia, the vampire letting him retreat into his shoulder. “Shh sh sh shhh…Dada’s right here my little prince.”

Malleus gets really shy about little outfits, usually settling on comfy pajamas. However, on rare occasions, the little one wears footed sleeper onsies, Lilia taking extra care to make a hole for his tail. He wears it most when he’s feeling extra sad/uncomfy or sicky. It’s usually saved for itty bitty baby headspace.

Lilia often jokes with little Malleus to be careful about burning his bangs like he did as a baby dragon. He teases him about a lot of stuff he did as a baby, but Malleus secretly adores it, as it makes him feel extra small still, his father figure treating him like he’s still the same little baby dragon.

(Trying to get all my WIPs finished and posted)

[littledollll]

If you are comfortable writing it could I please request a Lucifer X reader.

R gets pregnant (r and Luci didn't realise they could even get her pregnant) and is scared/overwhelmed especially because they don't know how Lucifer will react to the news.

R ends up having a miscarriage before they tell Lucifer they were pregnant so when they find r on the floor of their shared bedroom crying with blood on their thighs they immediately become concerned and go to help them.

R ends up having a breakdown saying that it's somehow a punishment for not being sure they wanted to keep the kid in the first place and how Lucifer needs to find someone else because clearly they aren't a worthy partner if they can't give them an heir.

Lucifer runs them a bath and holds them in it whispering then words of reassurance and telling them that none of this is r's fault at all.

Love and light

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Warnings: miscarriages, crying, fear of abandonment

A/n: I didn’t even know how to begin writing this but I wanted to so badly and I felt like I needed to. I hope In some way this comforts anyone who needs it, and to whoever needs to hear this. I love you, and it’s not your fault, I promise.

You didn’t even know this was possible. But here you sat, curled up and bloodied on the bathroom floor. Praying to whatever god would listen for the strength to get your shit together before they got home and found you. They would leave you, you convinced yourself. Why would they want you anymore after this? Your prayers went unanswered as they arrived home and you couldn’t find it in yourself to move.

You’d never seen Lucifer look so alarmed, it only made you feel guiltier. Immediately running up to you and kneeling on the floor, both of their hands hands cupping your face as they tried to decipher what happened since you couldn’t talk through your sobs.

Wasn’t it just a week ago you found out you were pregnant? How did you get here. At first you weren’t even sure if you wanted a kid. You were scared, anxious of how Lucifer would’ve reacted when you eventually told them, but you never got the chance to. This is how they find out. With a shaking hand you pointed towards your drawer in the bathroom cabinet and immediately hid your face into your knees when they stood to look where you pointed.

A pregnancy test. Just barely peaking out from under your pads, Lucifer froze, they took it out and laid it on the counter, for a full second too long they looked between you and the test. You crumbled and spoke through sobs. “I’m- im sorry, I took it- a week ago I, I was so scared to t-tell you- I understand I should be replaced-“ they pulled you into a hug. So tight it could’ve been bone crushing yet it’s just what you needed.

“My girl.. my sweet girl, I would never, I could never replace you. Don’t apologize. You didn’t do this.” You shook your head. “I failed- as, as a partner and parent- it’s all my fault. I wasn’t sure-“

“Don’t say that, don’t talk about yourself like that, you are my love and light. It’s okay to be scared, to not know what to do. Don’t blame yourself.” They looked at you with nothing but love and adoration. Carefully tilting up your head they laid a kiss on your temple. “Let’s get you in the bath, my love, I’ll join you if you wish.” you barely nodded. Your head was pounding and your body just felt weak.

Lucifer walked you through every single step, from standing you up, to rinsing off in the shower before they filled the tub, as you sinked in first they went to move away causing your hand to spring up and grab their wrist. “I’m just cleaning up, my heart. I will be gone no longer than a second.”

They stuck to their word. After everything outside was done they entered the bath behind you, their hands smoothed down your arms lovingly. “I love you all the same, what happened isn’t your fault, you didn’t cause it.” rubbing your shoulders and back, they placed gentle kisses where their hands followed. Then circling around your waist and hugging you close, their chin resting on your shoulder.

You breathed in deep and out slow with their guidance. You felt your headache come down and for what felt like the first time in hours, you could actually breathe.

“I love you. My love and light.”

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine Jongho trying to work up the courage to tell you he loves you but him messing it up and accidentally breaking up with you instead.

You knew Jongho wasn't the most comfortable talking about his feelings or emotions and you were very mindful of that. You made sure to take your relationship slowly and tried not to freak him out or overwhelm him. It worked because you were pretty chill and similar to him. You didn't need a lot of reassurance and were both happy in your relationship...or so you thought.

You’d been together for about 7 months when you noticed Jongho was acting strangely and you worried maybe despite your efforts things hadn't gone to plan. He was starting to avoid you and sometimes couldn't look you in the eye properly. You weren't a naturally insecure person but it did make you worry and wonder what was happening. Was he bored of you or was there someone else? You knew which one was worse but didn't want to lose him either way. You never pushed Jongho to talk about how he was feeling but you were driving yourself crazy so you had to. The two of you would meet up every Friday at Jongho's. Despite seeing each other less and less this arrangement had stayed and you thought it was partly because Jongho couldn't avoid his own home and also because Jongho was too nice to tell you to stop coming. You decided if he didn't want you around, you didn't want to be there either and made up your mind to confront him. Jongho opened the door and you still got that excited feeling when you saw him. The flutter in your stomach when you saw his beautiful face and those stunning brown eyes. In return, he barely looked at you for two seconds before turning around and leading you back inside. You followed him into his room and he busied himself putting away your coat and bag. When he finished he paused before nodding "so would you like to get food?". You shook your head "actually there's something I need to talk to you about". Jongho nodded "oh?" and you nodded "are you okay?". Jongho immediately tensed and nodded "of course". "Just you've seemed really off lately and I was wondering if something was wrong". "I'm fine" Jongho insisted and you shook your head "well you're clearly not so what is it? What's wrong?". "I don't want to talk about it" Jongho said and you sighed "I know but I do". "So your do overrules my don't?" Jongho asked. "No but Jongho I can't go on like this! Wondering if every time I see you might be the last. It every time my phone buzzes it's you telling me it's over". "What? Why would you think that?" Jongho frowned and you sighed "because you've been so distant and I know it's something to do with me. You barely look at me let alone speak or touch me. It's like being in my presence physically hurts you and you're on edge all the time around me! I can't tell if I've done something wrong or someone else has done something right?". Jongho didn't say anything and you paused "Jongho is there someone else?". He shook his head and you frowned "so what's wrong? Why have you been acting this way?". Jongho didn't know what to say. "I didn't want to tell you like this" he said softly but you misinterpreted what he meant. Jongho meant he didn't want to tell you he loved you in the middle of an argument he'd caused. You thought he meant he’d met someone else and didn’t want to tell you in this way. Jongho was looking down so he missed the look of shock and hurt on your face. "I had it all planned in my head and I tried so many times to tell you but every time I tried I clammed up and just couldn't..." he said. "Yeah well nobody likes breakups" you nodded and Jongho froze confused. Breakup? "Whoever they are I wish you the best" you told him and walked from the room. Jongho was frozen in shock for a few seconds before he got it. He ran out of his apartment after you but he missed the lift and by the time he ran down all the stairs your car had pulled away. He tried ringing you and ringing you but you wouldn't pick up. He text you telling you to come back so he could explain but you just replied asking him not to contact you anymore and he felt his whole world crumble. Yunho and San found Jongho in the aftermath when they came back home. Jongho was laying down face down on the sofa in the dark. "Jongho?" Yunho asked but it wasn't until San poked him that the younger boy reacted. "Yeah?" he asked. "Are you okay?" San asked and Jongho turned around. He plopped down on his back and nodded but tears started to leak down his face. This scared the two older boys as Jongho rarely cried. They quickly crowded around him and Jongho told them everything through tears. "Slow down" Yunho said as Jongho started working himself up but Jongho shook his head "I can't because y/n thinks we broke up and I guess we kind of did". "Wait you broke up?" San asked "why?". "Because she thinks I confessed to cheating on her". "Why does she think that?" Yunho asked and Jongho sighed "because I accidentally did but I didn't know I was! I was trying to tell her something else and it all got mixed up!" he yelled. Once Yunho and San got some water in Jongho and had him breathing normally again they began to do damage control. "Okay so why didn't you tell y/n once you realised what she thought you'd done". Jongho sighed "because I didn't realise until she was gone. She ran off and when I tried to follow I was too late". "Okay so why didn't you call or text her?" San asked. "I tried but she didn't pick up and then said she didn't want to hear from me". Both boys paused before erupting. "So you listened to her!" Yunho cried while San struggled to contain his frustration. "But she said..." he tried when Yunho shook his head "she said that to the guy who she thought was cheating on her. Not to her idiot boyfriend who accidentally dumped her". Jongho nodded "okay so what do I do?". "Go to her of course!" San yelled "right now! Drive to her house and explain how this was all a big misunderstanding and you were really acting this way because...wait why were you freezing her out?". Jongho blushed "I...don't really wanna say". Yunho frowned "look I know you struggle expressing your feelings but whatever it is, do you really want the first time you say it aloud to be when you're explaining to y/n? You need to practice so it doesn't come out wrong". Jongho saw the logic in that and so he nodded "okay but no teasing". They both nodded and he sighed "I've been avoiding y/n because I...well I'm scared". "Of y/n?" San asked "she's like the sweetest person in the world". Jongho shook his head "not of her...of how I feel about her. I've never felt this for someone before and I realised that I...I'm in love with her". The two boys were very clearly repressing their reactions San's eyes went so wide Jongho thought they were going to pop out and Yunho had both fists clenched. But all they said was "oh really, that's nice". Jongho sighed at their attempt but was pleased he'd managed to say it to someone. "Do you think y/n will forgive me when I tell her?" he asked. Yunho nodded "I imagine so, it certainly explains a lot and is a nice thing to hear". San nodded "I think she'll understand so why don't you go tell her? Would you like me to drive you?". "No I'll do it" Jongho said. If you rejected him he wanted a place he could be alone. So he nodded this hyungs and left the room. When he closed the door he heard both boys erupt into squeals and shouts which made him shake his head in embarrassment. Jongho made his way to your house and parked up outside. He fumbled with his hands for 10 minutes going over what he was going to say to you before he worked up the courage to ring the doorbell. You didn't come to the door and Jongho sighed and went around back. He found the spare key hidden in one of many flower pots and let himself in. Your car was outside so he knew you were here. "Y/n" he called "it's me. We need to talk. You didn't give me a chance to explain earlier but it's not what you think". He heard movement and you appeared in the corridor "Jongho I really don't want to hear any excuses or rationale for whoever you're seeing" you sighed. Jongho's heart broke at how red your eyes were and how broken you looked. "But that's the thing there's no other person! I'm not cheating on you and I never would". You paused and took a step forward. "So if you're not seeing anyone then why did you tell me you were?" you asked. Jongho shook his head "I never did it was a misunderstanding. I do have something to tell you but it's nothing bad...well I don't think so anyway but it's really hard for me to say. That's why I've been trying and failing for weeks now. I don't know how to tell you" he finished. You frowned "so this is why you've been acting so weird?" you asked "because of what you have to tell me?". Jongho nodded "yes, every time I see you I think of it and it makes me nervous". You nodded "and do you definitely need to tell me? If it's causing you so much upset why don't we just forget it?". Jongho frowned "I thought of that but you deserve to know". You nodded "okay what can i do to help?". "Help?" Jongho asked and you nodded "yeah to help make it easier for you to tell me". Jongho couldn't believe after all this you were still trying to make him as comfortable as possible. You really were wonderful. You carried on "would you prefer to write it down instead of saying it aloud?". Jongho shook his head "my handwriting is bad enough without my hands shaking like this". You nodded "okay well how about I turn around so I'm not looking at you and then you say it?". Jongho nodded "I think I can do that". You nodded "okay" and spun around "take your time and whenever you're ready just say it". Jongho took some deep breaths and battled with himself inwardly. Half of him felt like such a coward. Why was this so hard for him? He should just be able to tell you like any normal boyfriend. Then the other half of him was terrified and telling him to abort. Instead he told both voices to shut up and he focused on you. How you'd always put him first and did nothing but cherish and love him. He could be brave for you, he owed you that. "I wanted to tell you something I've been feeling. I felt it from when we first started dating and it grew until I was sure. I wanted to make sure it was real before I told you but then I just kept putting it off" he started playing with his thumbs. "You know I struggle speaking another my emotions right?". You nodded and said "yes" softly. Jongho "well I'm sorry about that and i'm going to try and get better at that starting with now...what I need to tell you is that I love you y/n". Jongho heard you gasp and immediately tensed "shouldn't I have said that? Did I do it wrong?". You shook your head "no you did it perfectly I'm just really happy" you said and Jongho could tell you were smiling. "Hearing you say that...well it just makes me feel special and good. thank you for telling me Jongho". He nodded "it's okay thank you for listening". You nodded "it's okay now can I please turn around and hug you?". Jongho nodded and told you "yes". You turned and he saw the tears in your eyes. He reached out for you and pauses "but you're upset?". "No I'm not" you laughed "I was just so worried I was losing you and so to hear it's the opposite I'm so relieved". Jongho hugged you tightly "you'll never lose me y/n and I'm sorry I made you worry". "It's okay" you mimed from his chest "I love you too by the way". Jongho smiled "thank you, you always make me feel safe and happy. I've never said that to a partner before but I knew I had to tell you because you're...well you mean everything g to me". At his words you held him even together and Jognho was officially bright pink. "You make me feel safe and happy too Jongho" you said looking up at him. Jongho panicked as you looked at him with those beautiful eyes "good" he finally said and you laughed. "You're so adorable" and kissed him. You returned hand in hand to Jongho's place where San, Yunho and Wooyoung (who they'd apparently filled in) were waiting. They must've seen you from the window as they popped a bottle of champagne open and cheered when you walked in. Jongho went bright red and you couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. "Congratulations! Y/n took you back" San called shaking the bottle. Jongho tensed beside you but he let out a sigh and laughed "yeah I was an idiot but I explained and she's forgiven me". You smiled "well to be fair it was a misunderstanding". Wooyoung shrugged "but Jongho was pretty stupid though". Before Jongho's patience could run out Yunho stepped in "but you're together and that's all that matters". Jongho nodded looking at you "right" and it made you blush. "So you ready to watch the movie?" San asked and you took your usual place with Jongho on the sofa. However this week felt so much better than the other ones. Jongho kept an arm around you and you leant into him feeling safe and loved. Jongho gently kissed your forehead when you rested against him and you blushed. "Thank you for forgiving me" he whispered and you shrugged "thank you for loving me" which made him go bright pink in a way you adored. You laughed and just pulled him closer "you're so adorable how could I not love you back?" and that made Jongho smile brightly.

[fang-and-feather]

Let me Supoort you

For @venulus Learning How to Love Myself Creation Challenge

I didn't know if I wanted to write this, but I finally decided i felt comfortable enough to do something, small and basic and on a pretty impersonal fashion but still...

Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Unnamed Female Character (I don't usually self-insert and didn't feel comfortable enough to do so)

“Leave me alone!”

She didn’t know if the pleading cry was just in her head, as it had been every time someone tried to interact with her this morning, or if the words actually left her.

But she stumbled out of the dining room as fast as she could, barely listening to the concerned voices that called her, only making it past the corner of the hallway, before the lightheadedness got too strong and she sat down, clutching her head and trying to just swallow down the tears.

She immediately regretted the outburst. It hadn’t been anybody’s fault. Even Arthur and Dazai had been less of a headache. But the pressure in her head had gotten to a point she had no attention left to give anyone trying to talk to her, and she just wanted all the noise to stop.

She hated when this happened. Hated that trying to remember and do all the tasks did that to her. She missed being able to do basic tasks without feeling lost or overwhelmed.

The sound of footsteps echoed far in her mind and she tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t find her.

But she had no such luck. The sound approached, and she felt someone crouch by her side, but he didn’t speak or made a move to touch her, for which she was grateful.

And also for the soothing scent that helped clear her mind.

Aware it was her boyfriend, she leaned against his side, and only then he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

But still he didn’t talk to her. Instead, humming the song she usually used to calm herself down. A song she wasn’t aware he learned or even knew why she hummed it to herself.

They stayed like this for a while longer until the pressure started to clear and she returned to feeling lightheaded.

Still silent, Jean offered her a wrapped piece of chocolate he’d been holding.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a whisper, unwrapping the sweet and biting half of it, offering him the other half.

But Jean shook his head and closed his hand around hers, closing hers over the piece of chocolate.

“You have nothing to apologize for, mon amour. It is fine to get a break when things are overwhelming. Just, next time, you shouldn’t need to let it get to this point before you do.” His other hand gently caressed her face, and she nuzzled into his hand.

“But…I need to do this! I promised Sebastian I would keep everything in order until he recovers. And…” her voice trembled with the effort not to cry. “I should be able to do this! I… I hate not being able to! I can’t do even half the things I used to… I hate needing help for the most basic things… I feel like I’m growing too old ahead of time, and I don’t even know why…”

“I know, chérie. It is scary to face an unknown enemy, especially when it comes from within. It is upsetting to lose something you took for granted. But don’t let despair overtake you. If it is something you will have to live with, you will have to adapt to it, as difficult as it will be.”

She knew it. A part of her wanted to be angry at him for saying the obvious, but it wasn’t fair. He was worried, and there was nothing else he could do for her, anyway. Nothing that could be done.

So she nodded and started to pull away. She shouldn’t have said that much. She’d been doing her best to keep a semblance of normalcy. To look like she was fine, exactly not to worry him. Or anyone else.

“But there is no shame in asking for help, and I will be here for you.” She had already stood up, but she stopped and looked down at him, surprised that Jean was smiling at her, as he gently took her hand and propped himself up on one knee. “You have been helping me since you arrived. It’s my turn to take care of you. I may not be any good with the housework, but I will help with what I can. I will be your mind when your fails. I will make sure you have peace when you need it. I will be there to protect and support you when you are scared. And I will always love you, in the best and worst moments, especially when you find it difficult to love yourself.” Jean kissed her hand, as if sealing a promise.

She stepped closer, not finding any words, but she kissed his hand back, and gently rested her forehead against his arm. His other hand cradled the back of her head.

“But I still have to work. So, when I’m not here, I hope you’ll not be scared to ask the others for help. You are a light to everyone here, and I am sure they will not hesitate to help.”

“But…”

“No but. You are as much of a resident of this house as anyone else. You are being kind by insisting on doing this job, but you don’t have to put it above your health. I’m sure they are all grateful to you for doing it, and will help if needed. Promise me you will try?”

“Fine. I will try.”

“You know I especially trust Mozart and Napoleon. Go to them if possible, first. As long as you don’t have to wake Napoleon up.”

Jean chuckled, and she finally laughed, nuzzled lightly against him, before pulling away, mouthing a silent “I love you” and pulling him down for a light kiss on the lips.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 4 - Cattle Prod

Day 4! Not my best one by far cause this prompt was HARD but I did it! And I think I got some pretty good whump out of it too!

@splinnters tag number four! You're a trooper!

Words: 2.1k

“You won’t get what you’re looking for out of me,” Jay panted, head hung low over his chest. He could feel the blood leaking from the blow he had taken to the head, and he struggled to keep drool from slobbering down his chin. This man was not going to get what he was looking for.

Whoever he was, he must’ve had connections, because Jay couldn’t think of how else he and Cole would’ve been located and kidnapped in the middle of the night.

The man only hummed behind his black mask, putting down the now bloody brass knuckles that he had just used to knock Jay’s ribs in. Every breath made him feel like throwing up, except he had already vomited all over his lap. Jay tried to get a look at whatever other tools were being kept on the table, but it was no use, especially with one eye covered in blood flowing from a gash in his forehead.

“It’s only a matter of time before you talk,” the man said, reaching for another thing on the table. Jay couldn’t see it properly in the darkness of the room, but he heard the low whine of charging electricity as the man flicked a switch on the side of the tool.

He walked towards Jay and into the dim light of the one bulb overhead, and Jay clocked the tool immediately: an electric cattle prod.

Gritting his teeth, Jay knew that this interrogation was about to get even messier, but he couldn’t let his composure slip. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last that he had to endure under harsh conditions, and with any luck this time would be better than the time he spent on the pirates’ ship.

Bright blue electricity arced between the two prongs in a mesmerizing dance that Jay was more than familiar with, and the man had a look of fascination under his mask as he watched. “Pretty, isn’t it? Sometimes I like to hold it just like this and stare, because how could nature ever make something so beautiful?”

“Look in the sky once and a while and you would see it there too,” Jay retorted, his tongue bleeding where he had bit it after letting out a scream earlier.

Snorting, the man turned back to face Jay, and the ninja was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable he was when the prod was shoved right under his nose. He could smell the ozone, a harsh scent in his broken nose, and the light was blinding. “I’d watch your tongue if I were you, blue ninja. We both know that your lightning resistance doesn’t work with vengestone.”

“And?” Jay said, bored. It was a role that he knew how to play. “We both know you don’t have the balls to try it.”

“Oh?” the man asked, wiggling the prod as if it were a toy. “Is that a chance you’re willing to take?”

“Always.”

“Then that will be your downfall.”

Jay screamed as the man shoved the prod into his thigh, prongs shoved deep into his skin and sparking rapidly. Electricity ran up and down his leg, frying his nerves and making it feel like someone had doused him in gasoline and set him alight. The pain only lasted for a few seconds, the man pulling the prod away, but Jay’s stomach turned at the smell of burnt flesh left behind.

He cracked his eyes open to assess the damage. It wasn’t a normal cattle prod; standard ones wouldn’t have left behind such a large burn mark, angry and red and swollen on the top of his thigh. Lines snaked out from the injury, lines that he knew all too well: Lichtenburg figures. His leg was tingling, and his fingers couldn’t stop twitching behind his back. All of this felt way too familiar to how it felt using his lightning when he was younger: out of control, wild, untameable, and incredibly painful.

Goddammit, they weren’t going to make this easy for him, were they?

“Where is your master?” the man asked, holding up the prod. Jay’s brain almost short-circuited itself; that’s all they wanted to know? They were looking for Master Wu too?

If they were willing to go this far, to kidnap two of Ninjago’s most powerful heroes out of the shoddy campsite they had made in the middle of the woods, then he couldn’t let them get close to the others or Lloyd, or god forbid Master Wu.

Luckily, he knew jackshit about Master Wu’s location, but that wasn’t what the man wanted to hear.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Jay spat out a hunk of blood onto the floor at the man’s feet.

“Now isn’t the time to be cheeky,” the man chastised. He flicked a switch on the side of the instrument, and Jay watched as the light turned brighter and the arcs grew in size. “Where is Wu?”

“I have no idea where Wu is-” but Jay barely had time to prepare himself before the prod was shoved into his other thigh. The charge was definitely higher, and Jay slammed his eyes shut and screamed, feeling his leg jerk against the restraints. His back arched off of the chair as the man moved the prod, digging it in deeper. Finally pulling it out made Jay slump in exhaustion; only two shocks and he was already on the verge of quitting. He was out of practice.

The man quickly flipped the prod around, slamming the butt of the blunt side into Jay’s temple. “Let’s try this again. Where is Wu?”

His head was spinning, everything around him rotating as if he had spent too much time on a tilt-a-whirl. Blood dripped down from his temple and onto his gi. “I don’t know.”

Clicking his tongue, the man looked disappointed with Jay’s resistance, and Jay watched as he flicked the switch again and again and again. Full power. “I can keep going for as long as it takes for you to crack, lightning ninja. But can you last that long?”

“Are you kidding?” Jay gave a toothy grin, making sure to show off every single one of his blood-stained teeth. His ribs were screaming, his stomach was revolting, and every time he moved his legs he felt like he was going to pass out; but he had never been better. “Bring it on, tough guy. You haven’t even broken into the top five all-time torturers on my list.”

Because all of those spots would be held by the pirates, now and forever.

All his words did was make the man’s face contort in anger, and Jay braced himself as the low whine of the electricity grew louder and louder. This wasn’t going to be good.

He hated being right.

Powerful shock after shock, not just on his legs but on his arms as well. There were a few well-placed points on his chest, but the most painful one by far was when the man stabbed it into the small of Jay’s back, chasing as the blue ninja’s back arched against the restraints. He did actually pass out for a few seconds that time, quickly coming to when the man splashed ice cold water onto his face without any fanfare. It felt good against the bruises, and Jay felt some silent relief when it washed away part of the blood coating his face.

Maybe they were finally done, because the man pulled back and put the prod back on the table. Jay panted heavily, catching his breath, watching as the man picked up a pair of gloves and slid them onto his hands. He made a quick hand motion, and suddenly Jay felt two more pairs of hands on his arms and shoulders to hold him in place.

Jay’s fight or flight instincts kicked in, struggling against their grips and fighting to free himself. The rope binding him dug hard into his wrists, and Jay could feel the rope-burn setting in as he twisted from side to side. His legs wouldn’t budge, and he even tried to flail so that the chair would fall backwards and knock the other two off-balance.

One of them slammed something into the back of his head, dazing him and subduing him long enough to tie a blindfold around his eyes; it was tight enough to make stars swim across his vision,  and he started bucking his head to dislodge it, knock it off, anything to let him see what they were going to do to him.

This was the most violent response they had coaxed out of him so far.

Anxiety churned in his gut, looming large over him and pressing in from the corners of his mind. He had to get free before anything else could happen.

He wasn’t afraid. He was terrified.

“If that’s all it took to start breaking you, then I would’ve called them in so much sooner,” the man mused, and Jay heard the cattle prod even though the tool had been left alone on the table. His eyes darted around, looking for any sort of pinprick of light to give him his bearings. It was far too familiar to the pirate ship.

“Whatever the fuck you want, you’re not getting it,” Jay snarled, but even he could hear the tremor in his voice.

Chuckling, the man grabbed his chin, tilting it up and to the side. Jay grimaced when he felt eyes roving across his face and body; he knew when someone was admiring their handiwork. “So much pain, and for what? To protect your pitiful little master? How are you even sure if he’s alive?”

“Well, he must be if you’re making this big of a deal out of finding him,” Jay quipped, and he grunted when the man gave his chin a harsh shove.

“You better watch your tongue before I decide to cut it out,” the man growled, and Jay hated the way even the image of that happening made him start shaking. He couldn’t afford to show any more weakness in front of these people.

And yet, it only took a snap of his fingers for Jay to start screaming again.

Both of the men holding him had cattle prods of their own, one going for his abused thigh and the other going for his chest. Jay had nowhere to go, as trying to escape one only pushed him farther into the other, and he could feel the tears start to sting at his eyes as they turned the charge up. Before, the man had never kept it on for more than a few seconds, possibly afraid of causing critical damage since he was right; Jay’s resistance wasn’t nearly as powerful with vengestone on.

These men didn’t care about the damage.

Grabbing his chin again, Jay could hear the man snicker at the way his blindfold was changing colors due to his tears. “Ah, there we go. Just the reaction I wanted to see.”

He stroked Jay’s chin with a single finger as the prod in his thigh finally pulled away, but Jay sobbed as he was stabbed right in the small of his back instead. The smell of burning flesh assaulted his nose, and Jay could feel his hands clenching and unclenching as his muscles contracted and loosened and contracted and loosened and it hurt it hurt it hurt—

“Please!” he finally begged. “Please!”

In an instant the electricity was gone, and Jay collapsed in an exhausted heap; the restraints were the only things keeping him from falling onto the ground. He could feel where the skin had rubbed raw against the ropes, tender and bloody and burnt from the prods. Even the light breeze blowing from a vent above him irritated the wounds, but Jay had nothing to cover them with. None of his muscles were working properly, and Jay was paralyzed with something entirely different than fear as a cloth gag was shoved into his mouth and secured.

Looking proud of himself, the man stepped back, and Jay felt sick to his stomach as he realized what he must look like to his captor: a prize, something to be controlled and praised for when it did as it was told.

He was nothing more than livestock to these people, so how fitting that he was tortured with a tool meant to contain them.

“Well,” the man said brightly, “how nice of you to finally beg. Unfortunately, we have other matters we need to attend to. If you’re not going to talk, then maybe your friend will.”

Jay’s eyes widened. Were they talking about Cole?

“Get him up,” the man said, and Jay yelled into his gag when he felt the two men on either side of him haul him to his feet as if he were a sack of potatoes. “We’re going on a little trip. Let’s just hope that for your sake, your friend is more cooperative.”

And the only thing that Jay could do as he was marched out the door, legs shaky and dripping in blood, was hope and pray that Cole could hold out more than he could.

[idontplaytrack]

Bruises

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: violence, injury, coarse language, fluff, angst. Reader’s brother is an asshole, use of Jos’ powers.

In which reader’s sudden absence from school leads Jos to think that things aren’t as they seem

Requested? Yes / No

Thank you for your request. Enjoy <3

You were at school Monday, but Tuesday you weren’t- Jos receives a text from you that said that you weren’t feeling well. She says she wants to go over but you told her you were contagious so she’d stayed away. A few days went by now…Friday. Friday morning. Jos showed up at your front door and you were not expecting it.

“I should’ve known.” Jos scoffs, “I should’ve known…you’ve never told me to stay away from you when you’re sick. So spill, what the fuck happened here? Why are you covered in bruises?”

“Who’s at the door, y/n?”

Judging by how you tensed up upon hearing that voice, Jos’ instincts kicked in and she just pulled you out the door and shut it. “Jos, what are you doing?!”

“Saving your ass from whoever—.”

“My brother?” You scoffed, “It’s not gonna change. This isn’t the first time he’s used me as his punching bag just because life doesn’t go his way.”

“What…?” Jos was in disbelief, “Your brother did this to you? Oh, what the fuck—”

The front door swings open, “Oh, hi, Jos.” Your brother flashes a smile. It was so sweet, it made Jos want to immediately sucker punch him. “Cut the crap, Wyatt.” Jos spat, “You did this to your sister? For what? You failed a quiz? You got detention? A girl rejected you?”

Wyatt stayed somewhat composed until the last statement. He tried to punch you again, but Jos quickly raised her hand and activated her power. The zapping could be heard as she wiggled her fingers, “You wanna try me? I can literally fry you to death. And trust me, I will. You are a sicko for taking your bitterness on your own sister. Your ego’s bruised, so what? That is no reason to lay a hand on someone else. You don’t deserve any kindness.”

“Fuck you!” Wyatt screeched.

“I would puke in your mouth.” Jos scoffed, balling her fists and flexing her fingers. You saw the little zaps in between her fingers. And then, Wyatt gets zapped in the crotch, “I can keep going and going, until you won’t be able to feel a thing for the rest of your life. Try me. Go ahead.”

“I don’t get why you went for her when I was available?” Wyatt scoffs, acting unfazed. His eyes were now fixated on her chest, making your blood boil. You were wanting to run towards him to tackle him for this alone. “You’re scum.” Jos literally spat in his face, giving him one last jolt. With that, she pushes past him with you to go gather some of your belongings before she drove you to her place.

“You’re crazy.”

“No, baby.” Jos shook her head, “He’s the crazy one. Sick in the head.”

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“Oh, my God, Jos. What happened—”

“Not now, Mom. She doesn’t need it.” Jos stops Margot and then carried on leading you to her room. Jos made sure you didn’t have any injuries that required urgent medical attention before letting you go to sleep. “I’m gonna go talk to my Mom, you just rest okay?”

“Could you cuddle with me, later please?”

“I will once I’m done filling my mom in, alright?” Jos promised, “Sleep tight.” Jos presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before exiting her room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Descending the stairs, Jos spots Margot sitting on the couch in the living room with a glass of wine in hand. “Mom, I know you have questions. So I’m just gonna tell you about what happened now, while I’ve finally got y/n to calm down and get some rest.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” Margot turned around to look at Jos, gesturing for her to join her on the couch.

“After Monday, y/n didn’t show up at school at all. I texted her and she said she was sick and contagious and didn’t want me to be there. But something in my gut just told me that something was going on— I couldn’t shake that feeling off and she was being so vague in her responses so I went over to her house. She answered the door, perfectly healthy but covered in bruises. Her brother then asked who was at the door, she tensed up. I pulled her out of the house and shut the door. But before we could leave, Wyatt, her brother showed up. He was being an asshole, he took out his anger and hatred for women, the world…on y/n. She was too scared to do anything after awhile because none of her pleas for him to stop, worked. So I- I zapped him because of all that and because he tried to come onto me.”

“Well, Wyatt definitely got what he deserved.” Margot says, a brow raised as she took a sip of her drink, “Did he hurt you too?”

“Oh, hell no. He wouldn’t dare.” Jos scoffed, “He’s a coward, only preying on people who he knew would be too scared to retaliate. But no one lays a hand on the girl I love. Let’s just hope that he’s finally learned that. Otherwise I’m going back there and frying the fuck out of his balls.”

Margot bit back a laugh, “While I am not against that, that would also get you in trouble with the law. So while we have the upper hand, we file a police report and have it on record. Okay?”

“Okay, I will-”

“We’ll talk to her together after she’s gotten some rest.” Margot assured.

“Alright, thanks Mama.” Jos gives Margot a hug before retreating to her room.

Jos enters her room and shut her door, walking up to her wardrobe to get a change of clothes. Quietly, she climbs into bed beside you after she was in a more comfortable outfit. Even though you were asleep, you could just feel her presence and you snuggled closer to her. Her hand rests on your back, rubbing it soothingly as you slept. She watches you sleep, feeling her heart ache at the sight of your battered face and body before her eyes. But she knew that you would be safer here- way safer. Jos would make sure of it, that no one would ever hurt you again. Ever.

[ladylynse]

How does Danny feel about having to keep Lancer's wallet in his back pocket? Annoyed with the situation, or concerned about getting caught?

I am assuming you're referring to this ficlet. And, honestly, the answer is probably both.

Annoyance would probably take precedence because Danny just doesn't want to have to deal with this right now, and now he has to deal with it, because if he doesn't, things are inevitably going to get worse. That's just his life and his luck, especially when someone is actively trying to set him up to be caught.

The actual concern about getting caught would be secondary, I think, because he'd be betting he could talk his way out of it ("I found it and I'm just returning it!") and at least introduce enough reasonable doubt to not be sent to the principal's office on the spot.

When the wallet's actually in his back pocket, no one can tell it's Lancer's and not his. Danny has more to worry about being exposed by whoever set him up than someone unrelated to the situation (like Valerie) finding out that the wallet isn't actually Danny's. And if it's in his back pocket, he's more likely to feel it if someone lifts it off him and tries to expose him. If it's in his backpack, that's a lot harder. So, while it's technically an increased risk of exposure to have it in his pocket and not tucked away in his bag, it'll give him a little more time to prepare to deal with a situation, even if that's just a couple of seconds.

The worst case probably would be if one of the other students did tell Lancer that Danny had his wallet, because that would give Lancer reason to find and confront Danny about it, and that's when his excuses are least likely to be believed--because if someone else supposedly witnessed him taking it, then Danny has to fight a lot harder to make the 'I just found it in the hallway' defense work, since even if he was witnessed picking up a wallet, whoever told Lancer shouldn't have known that Lancer had lost it (as opposed to someone else) barring some announcement--which hasn't been made at the time of Valerie pointing out the wallet to Danny--unless they had witnessed the theft as claimed. At that point, it's Danny's word against his accusers, and with his track record, likely the least he'd get is detention for not turning it in to the office immediately.

If it is a ghost setting him up, they can't turn him in to Lancer without overshadowing someone. (Well, a few of them could pull off being human if they weren't immediately recognized from their previous excursions to Amity Park, but if Danny's right about his assumption of this being Youngblood, he'd have to overshadow someone to be seen by Lancer.) Well, they could try leaving Lancer a note, I suppose, but that holds a little less weight than someone coming in person, and Lancer might not see it right away; there'd be the chance of Danny having successfully returned his wallet by then. But the chance of it being a ghost is mostly why Danny plans to skip class to treat the wallet so it can't be phased through stuff anymore, and he's got a good enough handle on distracting his parents that I don't think he'd be concerned about being caught doing that by them. (Assuming they weren't so busy with their work that they wouldn't notice what he's doing in the first place when, in all likelihood, he'd be invisible the entire time.)

(more musings)

[miupow]

It was a beautiful sunny autumn day but the energy of humanity didn’t match

Today, is the day where the people celebrate mourn the death of a rich mobster. Most didn’t know he was one, but he was a well loved man by many, so he was missed by many.

Beomgyu and his wife sat mysteriously in the shadows, the speech at his funeral going in one ear, and immediately coming out the other. They hated that man, but they still attended. Not to pay respects, to make sure he was dead.

Beomgyu tried his best not to smile, ain’t nothing to smile about at a funeral. But he can’t help but feel a sense of joy seeing his enemies dropping like flies

The couple was mysterious and silent the whole funeral service, deciding to save their shit-talking for the repass that took place outside the building.

“Murdered. Just pathetic,” Beomgyu rasped out “died to someone bashing his skull. Just embarrassing.”

“They didn’t even find out what killed him. They believed it was probably a club or something…but they didn’t find any weapon” His wife then spoke

“To be honest I’m focusing less on WHAT killed him, i’m more focused on WHO killed him. Whoever did it was clever, but if it wasn’t you or me then who? He didn’t have any enemies except for us.”

“Who knows….” She then started slurring and dragging her words “…maybe it was his wife that killed him if it wasn’t you or me”

Beomgyu, confused, took off his sunglasses and shifted his eyes towards the widow. The young beautiful woman, mourning the death of her husband, but was secretly smiling knowing that she now owns her late husbands money, and eyeing other men (and women) hoping to not be single for long. She wasn’t hiding it well, well to Beomgyu she wasn’t.

“Hm…what makes you think it’s her?” He then questioned his wife’s accusation

“Why wouldn’t it be? If anyone knows the dirt behind him besides me, it’s her.”

“Oh?” Beomgyu then became intrigued “You never told me any of this before? What more dirt does he have to him? I only know his failure to complete the deal we made and him trying to kill me.”

His wife then pulled him further away from others, and just to be safer she whispered the dirt behind the dead man. All the fraud, all the murder, all the cheating, the corruption. Every crime you could imagine under the belt of the corpse. Beomgyu couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he wasn’t surprised.

“All that money he has he easily covered his shit up. And why do you think were his only enemies? Because we’re the only ones to still be alive.” His wife then finished her small rant

Going back to the repass, it took everything in Beomgyu to not go back to the funeral home and kick the coffin, or illegally cremate him when no one was looking. He may have been a mob boss, but what his enemy did was more than just being a mobster, he was a man that should’ve be seen for his crimes.

“I heard a few years ago his wife had an affair too. To get him back for him cheating on her.” She brought her up again

“Hm, I wonder if the one she slept with attended. That would be hilarious” He replied holding back his laughter

She then giggled and quickly tugged his sleeve and rasped something shocking to him, something he thought he would never hear, something that nobody else should be hearing.

“Baby, why do you think I know so much?”

-🧚‍♀️

omg i see what you mean by making it gay 😭😭😭 BISEXUALS PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM

stunning. brilliant. unique. spectacular. outstanding. 🧚‍♀️ anon im gonna kiss you on the mouth. i want mc even more than i want beomgyu tbh

[fox-daddy]

I've been inspired to start writing Asra x Mc fanfic on my A03 which you can find the fic here.

However, I'm weird in the sense I find it easier to write with feedback.

Here's a sneak peek for the next chapter to encorage you to check out the first. (Each chapter is the same premise from a new Mc's perspective, you could even say it's from 'a new perspective'. The first chapter is based around Kyle and the sneak peek is based around Hunter.)

TW; agressive tendencies due to forgotten truma, amnesia, mild violence (like literally just a slap.) Let me know if I should add more for this blurb.

The first thing Mc could remember was nothing, no sound, no touch, pure emptiness, the complete nothingness of everything. Yet that was broken by the feeling of something, of someone. Trying to fight the feeling they tried to slip back into the void but it was too late as they felt more, the floor beneath them, the warmth of the air and it wasn't just touch. They could hear someone speaking, the sound of their breath, of their words, of the quiet air outside with what sounded like others talking, others outside. Slowly opening their eyes everything was bright, it hurt their head, it hurt their eyes. Yet as their vision focused they were met with a pair of purple bloodshot eyes from a face they didn't recognize and yet this person seemed to recognize them. There was a tense moment before they were pulled into an embrace. Too much, the feeling of the warmth from them, the softness of their skin on their skin, the feeling of him holding them close. In a flash they struck, their body acting on its own as their open hand made contact with the side of the stranger's face. The look of surprise was clear and yet it felt like it mirrored their own, they didn't know where they were, who was he? who were they? what was this place? why was it bright? why did it smell like it did? what was that smell? why did they wear what they were? why was there noise outside? Everything almost felt like it was spinning as in their confusion they let out a noise they didn't recognize, one they would learn was a hiss. But despite not understanding why their body had struck or why it made 'that' noise it seemed to do the trick as they were no longer being held, the overwhelming sensation gone. They needed space and whoever this was seemed to have realized that as they were trying to say something, something in their voice almost made them feel more on edge, almost. There was something else soothing about it as they eventually ripped their eyes off the stranger to look around the place, it was filled with items they didn't recognize, colors they felt they should know. When the person moved they looked back at them again relaxing slightly when he made no effort to try and touch them again. Instead, they returned with an item, a jar as they sat down nearby. Unsure they watched him smell it before putting it close to their face, as with hesitation they took a slow deep breath in of whatever smell was coming from the jar. The smell was soft and yet something about it helped put them at ease, even just a bit. It was familiar and yet they didn't know where from. Trying to focus on where they remembered it from hurt so they just let the smell exist for the time being.

After a few deep breaths, they watched them put the smelly jar away before pointing at themselves and then at them. Squinting their eyes when he held out a hand they hesitantly took it noticing the warmth felt weird, not nice but also not bad. Slowly the person moved to pick them up as they tensed up but let him carry them upstairs. When gently put on something, they immediately sunk slightly causing them to almost panic at the sensation as they tried to get it to leave them alone. Even trying to strike at it as they shuffled around in fear. Feeling something on their back they felt their body roll over so they could smack it away, missing as he had moved their hand faster than they could move. At that moment Mc realized there was so much they didn't understand, why was what they were on attacking them? why did they strike at the feeling of touch? why did they feel something burning deep inside them telling them to run? only when taking the time to stop did they realize the item wasn't actually attacking them it was around them more than they liked but it wasn't hurting them. Why had they assumed it was attacking them? Why did they still feel like it was a threat? was it? as questions spun the person moved carefully while saying something in a tone that seemed to put out some of the fire in their stomach, yet it didn't fully die they could still feel the warmth from it. Telling them to strike, to run, they didn't know them, they didn't know this place, they didn't know themselves though so where would they go? They had no idea what was outside this place, or where anything would be. As the person kept talking he sat at the edge of the item they were lying on. Slowly relaxing they shuffled so they were closest to the wall finding the sturdy item behind them helped them relax ever so slightly. As he kept talking slowly they started to feel something gnaw away at them as they felt their eyes growing heavier. When the person laid down they tensed slightly and yet they made no move to try and touch them.

Waking up the next morning Mc had no memory of falling asleep. Yet the person next to them was still there, sleeping. The feeling of something smooth running over them caused them to shuffle around forcing a scaly head to pop out from the blanket. Blinking they just registered the blanket having no memory of it. They weren't sure how to feel about this cool scaled creature touching them and yet their body didn't seem to hate it. Hesitantly they offered their other hand watching as it nuzzled into it, and accepted their touch. In awe they gently scratched her head, under her chin, letting their finger slide over the top of her head. It was such a weird feeling and yet it felt nice. When they heard the same voice, looking over the person was awake their vibrant purple eyes looking between them. Looking between them and the snake they hesitated before offering her over to him. The snake seemed happy to slither over as he said something to her, scratching her head while sitting up. Feeling weird and anxious about having them sitting while they were laying they forced themselves to sit up as well. It was harder than it looked but they were stubborn and it showed with how they forced themselves up. The person seemed to hesitate between helping them and not touching them, the fact they let them do it helped calm them down a bit. Even when seeing them hesitate with it the respect for their space spoke more words than his actual words did.