#GRABBING THIS WITH MY LITTLE GREMLIN HANDS AND SCUTTLING AWAY

[michealscorneroftheinternet]

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I-ITS THE FUCKING GUY!!!!!

ITS MY GOOPY LITTLE TALL MAN!!!!

HE'D KILL ALL THOSE OTHER PUZZLES BUT HEY HE'S HERE!!!

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!!!!

3 TV Boys

I'm starting to collect these adwares like freaking Pokemon cards I swear XD

We got the big one, Nightmare Puzzles! (by @michealscorneroftheinternet)

Then Broken Star Puzzles oooo (by @feraltvman)

And finally Chonkzzles, the little demon boyo! (by @astro-vision-au)

I never knew a temporarily broken pencil sharpener plus lots of black and grey (which I use pencil for) would be my downfall XD

Hope I didn't botch anyone here!

[rubyreduji]

congratulations (again) on 3k followers, jj!! i am scuttling over here like a gremlin to make my very first request for ur sleepover event hehe :3c

i've been toying with this idea about bffs!minghao and reader where hao has this emo punk aesthetic while reader is basically the epitome of girly pop -- everything pink, short skirts, frilly dresses, all that jazz. no one knows how they wound up as bffs but little does everyone know they have the filthiest sex behind their backs <3

thank you sm !!!! i am always present for any and all jj content >:3c

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

summary: you and your best friend could not be anymore different, you two seem to make it work though

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, fingering, thigh high kink, creampie wc: 1.8k an: if minghao is ooc then im sorry </3 i just want him to be an emo simp okay,,, also hello kai :33 thank you for the request i literally love this dynamic so much im sorry if you hate it fjdksla

“Hao-Hao!” You shout as you see your best friend enter the party. His lanky, dark clad figure stands in the doorway and he looks over at you lazily. You rush up to him and quickly cling to his arm, nuzzling your face against his bicep.

Across the room Wonwoo shakes his head. “I don’t know how those two are friends.”

The other two boys sitting with Wonwoo glance at where you and Minghao stand and Jihoon frowns. “It doesn’t even seem like Minghao likes her that much.”

Minghao’s face is unwavering as you yank at his arm, your mouth flying a hundred miles a minute as you ramble on about your day. The conflicting personalities aren’t the only thing that is odd about your friendship. 

It’s like looking at day and night as you two walk past where the three boys are sitting. Minghao’s signature frown is accompanied by his black t-shirt and black jeans, the only thing breaking them being the silver eyelets on his belt. His height and demeanor already do enough to contribute to his scary presence, but his sleeve of tattoos and the dark eyeliner smudged on his eyes puts the finishing touch on it. Compared to you, it’s like watching a doberman and a pomeranian walk side by side.

Your own figure is dressed up in a short, pink skirt with white frilly socks that stretch all the way up to your thighs. Your matching pink heels clack against the floor as you trot next to Minghao. There’s a permanent smile on your face that pairs nicely with the makeup you applied this morning.

“They’ve been best friends for a while,” Soonyoung says, still staring at you two. “I still don’t know how though. They have nothing in common.”

“Obviously,” Jihoon mutters. “Maybe Minghao is just keeping her around to be nice?”

“Minghao? Nice?” Wonwoo scoffs. “More like she’s the one stringing him along.”

“Maybe one of them lost a bet,” Soonyoung pipes in.

“Or it’s some elaborate prank.”

“Hey.” The gruff voice makes all three boys jump, their heads whipping around to see their topic of conversation standing over them. Without fail you’re there as well. “We’re heading out if someone asks.”

With that Minghao grabs your hand and pulls you away. Minghao’s black, chipped nail polish looks silly next to your perfectly manicured pink nails and your cute beaded friendship bracelets contrast deeply with Minghao’s studded leather bracelets.

You giggle as Minghao leads you out of the party and to his car. He opens the door for you and you slide in as Minghao rounds the car to get into the driver’s seat.

“Hao,” you start, “is it really that weird that we’re friends?”

“Don't listen to them, they're all just idiots,” Minghao tells you, his hand moving across the center console to rest on your bare thigh. You smile at his response, and he squeezes your thigh.

You and Minghao have been friends for as long as you can remember, but it wasn’t until later in life you two became best friends. Now you two are practically inseparable as you drag Minghao with you everywhere you go. You like to think of him as your “scary dog privilege”.

The contrast of you and your best friend does not go unnoticed by you, but you’re not sure why it’s such a big deal. If anything, you find it cute. You love how it sounds when you’re walking, Minghao’s combat boots thudding deeply as your high heels click in tandem. 

It’s not like you two don’t have anything in common either. You two share the same taste in movies, and Minghao never complains when you listen to whatever girly pop song you play in the car. It doesn’t matter if you two don’t have all the same interests though, because you’ve been friends for so long you have learned to appreciate each other’s interests.

There is one other giant perk of being best friends with Minghao though.

.

.

.

“These are cute,” Minghao grunts as his fingers trail over your panties. You shudder at the touch but still smile at your best friend.

“I know! They’re new.” You wiggle your hips a bit, showing off your pink lace underwear. You’re lying pressed against his mattress, your skirt flipped up to reveal your thighs and panties. Minghao stares down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“How much were they?” Minghao mutters and you think for a moment before respondings with the fairly cheap price you paid. Minghao then smirks before grabbing the fabric and tearing it apart. “I’ll buy a new pair.”

With that he pushes a finger into you, your cunt already dripping just from the making out you two did as soon as you made it inside Minghao’s apartment. You mewl out at the intrusion, your hips automatically bucking up into his touch.

You can feel the coolness of Minghao’s rings pushed up against your folds as Minghao’s fingers delve deeper into you. 

“You look so pretty like this baby,” Minghao coos. “In your pretty little skirt and stockings with my fingers inside your needy little cunt.”

“H-hao,” you gasp out. You reach towards him, tugging at his shirt, and Minghao gets the hint. He slides his fingers out of you and you can feel your walls clench around nothing, begging to be filled again, as Minghao pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. 

You love how Minghao looks with his shirt off, all of his tattoos on full display for you. You sit up and run your hands across his chest, admiring the art on his skin. Minghao just smirks and leans down to kiss you. 

Minghao pushes you back against the bed once more, this time crawling over you. His lips slide against yours expertly as his hands trail up your sides before his fingers stop at your boobs. It’s now his turn to admire your chest.

His body rests between your legs and Minghao grinds down against you, his bulge rubbing right against your bare clit. You whimper into Minghao’s mouth, impatient to feel him inside of you. His fingers grope at your tits over your thin shirt and you can feel your nipples pebble up under his touch,

“Hao,” you whine, “please. No more teasing, I need you to fuck me.”

“If you insist, pretty girl,” Minghao says. He pulls away from you, this time to strip from the rest of his clothes and all of his accessories. You quickly do the same, disposing of all of your clothes, besides your stockings. You have yet to confirm if your best friend actually has a thigh highs kink, but the way he fucks you harder when you keep them on doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

No matter what people may say about how Minghao treats you, you’re his princess and he really would do anything for you. Which is why he’s laying down on the bed, allowing you to crawl into his lap and line yourself up to twitching cock. There are very few things you love more than riding Minghao. Only your Sanrio plushies and your Skzoo keychains come to mind, so yeah, you really love riding your best friend.

Slowly, you sink down onto Minghao’s cock, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of him stretching out your walls. You can hear the shallow breath Minghao takes when he bottoms out and you arch your back at the feeling of his tip brushing up against your cervix. 

“Will never get tired of your tight little pussy,” Minghao growls.

You can’t respond, your brain is already a bit too incoherent to think of a proper response. Instead you lean forward and brace your hands on Minghao’s chest as you start to roll your hips. Minghao’s hands fly up to grab at your ass, helping to bounce you up and down in his lap. His fingers knead at your ass, the feeling of his strong fingers digging into your skin sends even more jolts of pleasure to your core.

Even during sex, you and Minghao couldn’t be more different. Your moans are wanton and loud, shameless in showing your pleasure, where Minghao is more grunts and huffs and the occasional dirty sentence.

Your white thigh highs look pretty pressed up against Minghao’s tattooed thigh and the sight makes you wonder if Minghao is on to something with his thigh high kink. You stare down at the man as he smirks up at you. He moves your hands so they’re off his chest and braced against the mattress so your body hovers over his even more, his mouth now level with your breasts.

Your pussy clenches down at the feeling of his warm tongue running over your stiff nipples. Your breath is labored as you stare down at Minghao. The only view you get is of his dark mullet though, your best friend lost in his pleasure of sucking on your tits. 

You’re far past having the ability to think straight, let alone focus on more than one thing, and your hips stop moving in turn to enjoy Minghao’s mouth against your tits. This doesn’t fare well with him though, and he tightens his grip on your ass, guiding you down his length as he pounds up into you.

With Minghao’s help, his cock now hits against your g-spot, making sparks fly behind your eyes with each thrust. You can barely breath, only letting out soft pants as you do your best to fuck yourself on Minghao’s cock without letting the pleasure overtake you too much. 

Luckily you don’t have to wait too long, as Minghao pops his mouth of your boob to growl out, “M’close.”

Minghao pushes himself up, sitting up so he can press your chests together. Your arms wrap around his neck as you cling onto him, your hips moving frantically to get you both off. All it takes to send you over the edge is the open mouthed kiss Minghao presses to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your fingers dig into his back as your legs shake as your cunt clenches down, causing Minghao to reach his high as well. Minghao lets out a low groan as his cum spurts into you, filling you up.

The two of you stay there for a while, holding onto each other while you catch your breath. After a few moments Minghao slowly lifts you up and pulls out of you, his cum sliding out of you as well. Minghao grumbles about having to wash his sheets now but you know he’s not that mad, especially considering it was his cum.

You press soft kisses to Minghao’s face, before leaving a peck on his lips. Minghao giggles at the gesture which makes you smile in return. If Minghao’s friends think that the two of you being friends is strange, you’re sure they’d have an aneurysm at Minghao giggling after just having sex with you. To you though, it’s just like any other day with Minghao, and you wouldn’t have it (or either of you) any other way.

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[soft--dragon]

Boredom

Inspired by this ask here

Word Count: 1,408

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don't like that then don't read :)

Hope you enjoy guys 💞💞💙💙

Wilbur turned a page of his book, doing everything in his power to keep his focus on the words in front of him. Techno tossed the book to him before leaving with Phil, saying they were going to get food or something. Wilbur honestly hadn't been paying much attention, still trying to process why Techno had given him a book called The Art of War.

Now, a few hours later, he sat on the couch, reading with interest, but painfully aware of a teenager that had been staring at him from across the room for the past minute or two. The silence dragged out until Wilbur finally cracked and looked round.

"What?" He asked.

Tommy shuffled his feet against the floor, half slumped against the wall.

"I'm bored" he grumbled, "can we do something?"

Wilbur turned the page. "I'm quite fine where I am thank you" he replied, "why don't you go find Tubbo?"

Tommy plodded over and dramatically fell onto the couch. He landed in Wilbur's lap making the older start and lift the book to look at him.

"He's busy" Tommy whined, "you're my last hope of surviving boredom, Wilbur."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, letting his hand rest in Tommy's hair. "Drama queen" he said making Tommy screw up his face in annoyance.

"Bitch" he retorted.

Wilbur had to fight not to smile. Tommy seemed to notice and smirked.

"Bitch" he repeated then started poking at Wilbur's chest. "Bitchy, bitch, bitch."

Wilbur smacked his hands away, lips twitching. "Shut up, I'm trying to read."

"Isn't that one of Techno's book?"

"Yes."

"Ugh boring, come on Wilbur," Tommy begun poking again. "Stop being lame."

"Tommy will you stOP-" Wilbur squeaked, grabbing Tommy's hand that had gotten too close to his upper ribs.

Tommy's eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates, staring at Wilbur who was staring back, face tinged pink.

"No way..."

"Tommy-"

Tommy wasted no time. He squeezed the sides of Wilbur's ribcage quickly making the older yelp and break into startled laughter.

"Dahahamn ihihit Tohohommy!" He squealed, trying to deflect Tommy's quick fingers that slipped through his weak defenses.

"Oh my god! This is too good!" Tommy laughed sitting up to get better access to Wilbur's ticklish torso. "How am I only finding this out now?"

Wilbur squirmed against the couch, the book slipping to his floor and dropping to the floor with a thud. "T-Tommy stohohop ihiHIHIT-!"

He suddenly squealed, his back arching off the couch then crashing back down, his laughter jumping up an octave.

Tommy had started softly scuttling his fingers on Wilbur's lower ribs, his touch feather light and absolutely maddening.

Wilbur snatched Tommy's wrists, holding them away from his ribs, trying to control his giggles that kept tumbling from his lips.

"Toms" he gasped, trying to glare at the teen but his red face and wide smile really wasn't intimidating at all. "Jehehesus... Jesus Christ-"

Tommy wheezed, leaning back on Wilbur's legs. "That was amazing" he cackled, "you've never made noises like that before! You fucken squealed like a pig!"

Wilbur flushed darker, "S-Shut up" he mumbled.

"Awww are you embarrassed? Is Wilby embarrassed?" Tommy grinned.

Wilbur growled to himself, his blush burning his face and ears. "You know what you little gremlin?" He glared.

Tommy's laughter died down when he heard the dark tone and looked up at his older brother a little nervously.

"You've got five seconds."

Tommy blinked. "What?"

"Four..." Wilbur growled.

"Wilbur-"

"Three..."

Tommy quickly stood, backing away from the man. "H-Hang on Wilbur-"

"Two" Wilbur slowly stood, his face remaining neutral and eyes locked to Tommy.

Tommy had enough sense to take a few steps away, a wobbly smile starting to lift his lips. "Wil, we can talk about this-"

A smile curled at Wilbur's lips. "One" he stated darkly.

He lunged for Tommy who screamed and bolted down the hall. The chase lasted almost a full two minutes. Tommy yelling profanities the entire time with Wilbur right on his tail.

Tommy fatal mistake was trying to run into Techno's room. The door was locked.

Wilbur grabbed him around the waist and hauled him over his shoulder, Tommy shrieked and scrabbled at Wilbur's sweater, trying to pull free.

"Wilbur! P-Put me down! Wilbur!"

Wilbur carried him right back to the couch and unceremoniously dumped him onto the cushions. Tommy tried to scramble off the couch but Wilbur scooped him right back up and sat down, keeping his little brother trapped in his arms. They sat in silence for a moment, Tommy lying in Wilbur's arms who was glaring down at him.

"Heeeyyyy Wilbur" Tommy dragged out the greeting, starting to curl in on himself on instinct. "Sooooooo..."

"So" Wilbur repeated, "you know what's about to happen?"

Tommy giggled quietly, "um... no?"

Wilbur raised a brow. "It's called karma, bitch!"

He dropped his head to Tommy's stomach, (his shirt haven ridden up from his previous squirming) and blew a massive raspberry on his skin.

Tommy yelped loudly, breaking into hysteric giggles, his hands flailing to shove Wilbur's head away. "Fuhuhuhuck!" He yelled through his laughter, squirming in his older brother's hold. "Wilbur! Nohohohoho!"

Wilbur smirked. Tommy had always been weak to raspberries. He blew a series of mini raspberries across Tommy's abdomen, his fingers starting to wiggle under the boy's ribs and knees.

Tommy was squirming like a worm on a hook, legs kicking and coming dangerously close to slamming his knee into the side of Wilbur's head.

"Wihihiilbuhuhuhur fohohor fuhuhucks sahahake!" He cackled, trying to shove the older boys fingers away, while attempting to protect his stomach from Wilbur's evil raspberries.

Wilbur had to lower Tommy onto his lap to avoid dropping him. He grabbed the boy's wrists and pinned them on the arm of the couch. Tommy realised how vulnerable he was and giggled hysterically, trying to bring his knees up to cover his stomach.

"Nohohohoho" he whined, "you're beheheing mehahean."

"Am I?" Wilbur asked smoothly, "this is coming from the guy who tortured my weak spot mercilessly? Isn't it fair I repay the favor?"

Tommy shook his head. "I'm sorry!"

"Too late brother of mine" Wilbur smirked and squeezed Tommy's knees repetitively making the boy squeal and pull his knees down to avoid Wilbur's attack. In doing so however, exposed the spot Tommy had been trying to protect.

Wilbur kept up the squeezing and scuttled his fingers underneath Tommy's knees then blew a massive raspberry directly over his belly button.

Tommy shrieked at the top of his lungs, and kicked the couch cushions frantically. "FUHUHUHUHUCK!"

Wilbur laughed with Tommy as the boy tried to shove his head away.

"WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Well yeah, that's the point Toms" Wilbur chuckled but patted the teen's stomach gently as he pulled away. He watched as Tommy breathed heavily. "You gonna live?"

Tommy was still giggling madly and glared at Wilbur. "Yohohou're suhuhuch ahahan ass" he whined through his lingering giggles, smacking Wilbur's shoulder with barely any strength.

"Well, you wanted to do something right? You no longer gonna die of boredom?"

Tommy blinked, then flushed. "You fucking tortured me!"

"But you're not bored anymore are you?"

Tommy grumbled under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"I said you're the worst."

"Tommy I'd like to remind you you're still at my mercy" Wilbur wiggled his fingers on Tommy's stomach making the boy giggle weakly and curl up again.

"Nohohoho" Tommy pushed his fingers away.

"Don't challenge me again" Wilbur smirked. "I'll always win tickle fights."

"Oh really?"

The two boys on the couch swung round to see Phil and Techno watching them from the doorway. A fond smile on the older's face and a smirk on the other's.

Tommy went bright red. "How long have you two been standing there?"

"Long enough" Techno answered, gaze still locked on Wilbur. "You always win tickle fights, eh Wilbur?"

Wilbur swallowed. "Well- that's...I..."

Techno cracked his knuckles. "Shall we test that?"

Tommy smirked up at his brother. "You've got five seconds" he grinned, repeating the same words Wilbur had used on him.

Wilbur practically threw Tommy off of his lap, bolting down the hall, Techno and Tommy giving chase straight away.

"YOU SAID FIVE SECONDS!" Wilbur screamed over his shoulder.

"I LIED!" Tommy yelled back.

Phil chuckled to himself softly when he heard a very audible thump followed by hysteric cackling and pleas for mercy.

They really were an odd bunch, but they were family.

[rose-kingdom]

| their s/o being hit on |

- oikawa, daichi, kuroo, bokuto, ushijima

female reader

genre: fluff ?? slight nsfw at the end of bokuto’s

warnings: none

— — —

| oikawa. |

- oikawa gets jealous very easily.

- and when he does he becomes extremely pouty and clingy.

- after getting you to leave one way or another, his hand will ‘slip’.

- volleyball straight to the guy’s face.

- guys need to learn not to touch what’s his.

oikawa didnt know how you did it. how did you put up with him constantly being surrounded by girls? he couldn’t even put up with one guy talking to you.

his lips stretched into a pout as he watched the guy get closer to you. he decided that he was going to step in and save you. he came up beside you and pulled you into a hug.

“hey my little cutie~” he placed a kiss on your forehead as he slowly pulled you away from the guy. you smiled up at him happily, unaware of the tense aura that radiated off him in waves.

he left you with iwaizumi and grabbed one of the volleyballs from a nearby cart. he put the ball into his right hand and pulled his arm back. he threw the volleyball as hard as he could at the guy’s face. let’s just say that oikawa’s coach wasn’t too happy when he received news that oikawa had broken somebody’s nose.

— — —

| daichi. |

- he’s a very understanding person and he doesn’t usually get overly jealous.

- but if the guy doesn’t rub him the right way then he makes up an excuse to get you away from him.

- “i need you to help me break up a fight between noya and tanaka,” or, “i’m hungry, we should go eat.”

- he’ll give the guy the fakest apology you’ve ever seen, that’s when you can tell he’s jealous.

- not that you mind him being jealous though, it’s hilarious.

the team was starting to get worried. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, daichi was on edge. that guy you were talking to seemed uncomfortably close. he could even see that you were starting to cringe.

the team watched as daichi walked up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“hey darling, the team was just going to head out to eat. would you like to come with us?”

“of course. i’m so sorry, i have to go but it was nice talking to you,” you smiled at the guy who had backed off when daichi walked up.

“sorry,” daichi spat out like sugar laced venom. you latched onto his arm as you walked back to the team with him. quiet snickers left your lips as you stared up at your obviously jealous boyfriend.

— — —

| kuroo. |

- kuroo has gained some patience after having to deal with his team for three years.

- but when a guy gets a little too close for comfort he’ll come up behind you and wrap an arm around your waist.

- he’ll just insult the guy and then leave with you.

- he’s a big dork who loves you.

- but depending on the day he might just throw you over his shoulder and slap your ass.

kuroo didn’t like what he was seeing. a guy, right up in your face, who was obviously pushing your boundaries. he didn’t like it, and he knew you didn’t either.

so, he snuck a hand around your waist and pulled you back against his chest.

“chibi chan, why are you talking to this washed up, dollar store version of edward cullen?” before you could even respond he’d grabbed your wrist and was lightly dragging you away from the guy.

“i didn’t like how close he was to you,” he muttered out once you had gotten far away from the guy. you giggled, the low tone and embarrassed look on his face were just too adorable.

“if you want, next time i can throw you over my shoulder,” he smirked, he was obviously teasing. right?

— — —

| bokuto. |

- he’d just stand behind you, glaring at the guy.

- he’d be a gremlin about it.

- the guy would start to feel super on edge. bokuto would growl once and then the guy would just sprint.

- would probably think you don’t love him anymore.

- please he just needs assurance.

- would give you a hickey or two later that night ;)

- bokuto simps unite.

the poor guy was just trying to have a conversation with you. he wasn’t even making a move on you and yet there he was, being stared down by bokuto.

the guy struggled to get a coherent sentence out. a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

“uh- the project just needs the last bit of research. if you don’t mind, could you work on that. u-um please?” he stuttered out, eyes trying to avoid your demon boyfriend.

“yeah, of course. i’ll finish it and send it to the teacher.”

“thank you y/n-san,” he stumbled out before scuttling off. you turned around to face bokuto, a hand resting on your hip. he looked up at you with a devilish grin on his face.

“you were paying more attention to him than me, but it’s alright, tonight i’ll make sure that everybody knows who you’re madly in love with.”

— — —

| ushijima. |

- stands back and observes the situation quietly.

- he won’t act on his jealousy unless the guy gets too close or too touchy.

- will silently place a hand on your shoulder, alerting you to his presence.

- when you greet him happily and wrap him in a tight embrace, the other guy will back off.

- he’s just really intimidating.

after one of ushijima’s matches you had rushed off to the bathroom. your plan was to meet him after you were done but you got held up by a guy who was uncomfortably close.

he couldn’t take a hint, even after you had tried to explain to him that you weren’t interested. you even pulled the boyfriend card, your last resort.

“baki baki ni ore, nani wo?” you’d recognise that strange, but seemingly calming song anywhere. it was tendou. you were praying that your boyfriend was with his best friend at the moment.

you felt a hand on your shoulder, holding a firm grip as if afraid to let go. you turned around to come into contact with a chest. you looked up and beamed brightly upon seeing the stern face of your boyfriend.

you enrapture him into a tight hug, burying your face into his chest. he stares at the guy who is already inching away from his spot. he freezes when ushijima’s gaze lands on him before scuttling off back to his team.

— — —

| masterlist |

i’m so sorry these took so long. i’ve been finding it hard to get inspired but i already have some ideas for other works.

have a splendid day/night and don’t forget to stay hydrated !!

- rose

[bindi-the-skunk]

Son of Frankenstein chapter 3

chapter: Accidents

Alright, now Henry knew something was obviously wrong with this picture, what is with THAT particular term of endearment?! Her offering him a spot next to her? Both her hands were visible so she did not have the idea to stab him and he was pretty sure that if she tried strangling him he could throw her off...

Frankenstein made another movement with her hand "Come on now, don't be shy, I don't bite" another smile.

Another shiver down Jekyll's spine

No, just hit people trying to help you in the face when you wake up...

Well might as well get it over with, like a shot, just get it over with, just get it over with and the pain is over and done.

Sitting on the bed, Jekyll offered another smile, this one he could feel was stretching his mouth to the point of pain "You never wanted to have a polite chat before, what is the occasion? Did I forget my birthday?" the chemist chuckled, expecting her to slap the back of his head or insult him for making cracks.

Frankenstein just sighed, not a good sign.

Oh Lord, was she DYING?

"I do believe Lavender already showed you the picture and got the..expected reaction, but, I think it is better if we do this again since you are undoubtedly confused," Frankenstein said and handed out the photo she retrieved from Lavender's possession.

Jekyll's head spun as he took in what he was looking at, not having the fortune to faint again or to have his previous experience just be a sleep deprivation caused nightmare, but here it was in front of him, a picture of an obvious Frankenstein in her youth with a boy who looked like the spitting image of him but with Hyde's grin plastered on his face.

Clerval was his father, there was no other explanation from how both Lavender and now Frankenstein were acting and the boy in the picture's appearance that...no...there was more to this, the way he snuggled Frankenstein in the photo, how Elizabeth, despite, supposedly, being the great lover who was lost, is off to the side, watching the other two in the picture, laughing at their show of affection.

"Jek-Henry- you're my son too, he and I, after Creature...wandered off...and I was healthy again, he and I just...it was just some fun, a good time between friends you see-"

Now she was touching him...why was she touching him...sounding so calm well telling him he was a bloody ACCIDENT! Made well she was trying and recover from her other accident!

"I was just-you also came a bit earlier than expected, you were so small and I-"

Her words seemed to muffle as thoughts stirred inside Jekyll's head, why did she...give him up? Because Creature was on her trail at the time? Because he, like Creature, did not turn out the way she wanted him to when he came out? It happened, mothers after giving birth just, did not have that instinct, did not have that instant bond, expecting their baby to look like the cooing bundles of sweetness they saw in the prams going down the street.

A mother, who expected a sweet little copy of her, and getting a wrinkled, too tiny from the sounds of it, little gremlin, who was possibly any shade that signaled bad news, ranging from a bruised purple to an angry red, squealing like an about to be gutted hog, if it cried at all without needing prompting to take their first air of the world.

"I couldn't watch you die, so I decided to-"

"To WHAT, dump me on the first doorstep you saw afterward!?" Henry yelled, the sudden surge of rage blasting through his veins like a bolt of lightning, like the rumored spark that brought his pseudo sibling to life, only this served to charge up his limbs to stand despite how every other instinct screamed at him to sit back down, talk it out, screaming that he was being an irrational child having a temper tantrum because he was not getting what he wanted.

But the other side won, the side that birthed Hyde, the side that wanted to run, to scream, to lash out at those that hurt it.

"Now! That is not fair! And no way to speak to your moth-"

"You are NOT my mother..." Jekyll snarled, feeling like his body had been set on fire from how hot he felt, blood pounding in his ears, something dripped down his face, tears, snot or some other substance, he did not care, he wanted to shout, throw something!

No, no, this is not who you are! Who you need to be! Leave well you still have a chance, before you do something else you will regret!

Jekyll ran

Ignoring the cries of his name that rang out behind him, he needed air, Henry wanted to run and run, not stop till his feet bled or his racing heart finally burst from the strain.

Twists and turns, too many hallways and dead ends made by lodgers to amuse themselves, bumping into random members of his crew, not even listening to their cries of shock as he ran past, in goodness knows what shape, or bowled them over in his dash to escape his own emotions as if they were a demon chasing him down to destroy whatever was left of him from the days of being broken down.

A door opened from the outside just as he dashed forward.

BAM

"Doctor Jekyll! Oh dear, your bleeding! Here let me help you up-" came a voice, from who he could not focus on their identity, nor feel the blood as it dripped from his nose like a leaky faucet and only focused on pushing whoever it was away and scuttling away on his hands and knees, feeling the back of his coat being grabbed in an attempt to keep him still so the person could tend to the injury despite his violent action against them.

"No! No! Let me go!" Henry squirmed and broke the grip of the lodger holding his clothes and managed to break into another run, taking a deep breath of air as he made it outside and into the street, not hearing any of the screams or warnings.

Till it was too late

"DOCTOR JEKYLL!!! LOOK OUT!!!! THE CARRIAGE!"

I think newborn babies are just as cute as the unwrinkled kind, Jekyll is just being pessimistic and is not around that many babies to be as baby-crazy as me. And I was 2 months early myself and mom said I was purple and like a limp rag in the doctor's hands, did not cry, scream, or anything, I was a code blue.

[chasseurdeloup-retired]

A Stack of Luck || Bea and Kaden

LOCATION: The Vural’s house and the woods PARTIES: @beatrice-blaze​ and @chasseurdeloup​ TIMING: Immediately following Miseries That Hound You SUMMARY: This is not the fae you’re looking for.  

Kaden couldn’t run any more. Not while his foot throbbing thanks to that piece of shit mime clone. He wasn’t sure what he’d done, what he’d fucked up. Why would she just take off like that? He hobbled back into his apartment and called her phone only to find it ringing on the coffee table. Shit. He looked outside the window and there was her car, still parked outside his apartment. What the fuck had happened? She couldn’t be okay and he couldn’t reach her.

Why? He was just fixing the fucking oven in the other room, for fuck’s sake. Shit. Did she find out? Had someone told her what he was? Shit. It’d make sense why she took off like that. Right? Putain. Kaden couldn’t think clearly and he couldn’t do anything more by himself. Who could he call? Blanche wouldn’t be any help. She’d panic and have about as much sense and resources as he did. Nadia was about the same. Bea. He’d call Bea. No, fuck that. He’d drive to her house. No time to call. He arrived at her place pounding on the door. “Bea! You there? Bea!” He knew on any given night there were two to four other people in her house besides her. He didn’t give a shit.

For once, Bea was trying to do a self-care night. With the stress of setting up for Beltane over with, it was the perfect night to do a face mask and soak in the bath for a while. Thankfully, she was still filling up her tub when the bracelet on her wrist alerted her that someone had come onto the property. She stopped the water, pulled on a light sweater and a pair of leggings, and started for the door. As she passed into the living room, she heard Kaden calling for her through the door. “I got it,” She called back to her sisters, in case they were going to come out at the commotion. Opening the door, she looked over Kaden, worried that he had gotten hurt somehow, but she saw no injury. “What’s wrong?” She asked, stepping out of the house so her sisters wouldn’t overhear their conversation. “Did something happen?”

Shit, she was clearly ready to settle in for the night and here he was, banging down her door. But he didn’t know where else to go. “It’s Regan, she--” Kaden’s words caught in his throat a moment. He’d managed to make it there without breaking down but having to say it outloud was so much harder. “She was over and ran out of the apartment without her cell or-- I don’t know why. She’s not at her place and her car is at mine and I need--” He could feel the panic setting in. His throat tightened and he could feel his pulse pick up. “Can you find her? Or help me? Or--”  He was either going to start pacing or just get in the car and hoped she followed. He couldn’t stand still. Not now. Had to do something.

Bea’s straightened out as Kaden spoke to her. She had known that this was urgent from the beginning, but the idea that Regan was out by herself without any communication was even more worrying. “I can do a tracking spell on her, but I need you to calm down a bit, Kaden. I’ll help you, but we need level heads about this.” She glanced behind her at the door. “Stay here. I have to grab some things. I’ll be back in a second, okay.” She went inside as calmly as she could, if she freaked out more she was sure Kaden would be worse, going into her room to grab a rose quartz pendulum and a map of White Crest. She took a moment to shove a mix of calming herbs into a little necklace for Kaden, hoping that wearing a calming pouch would help. She came out with her supplies and a flashlight. “Put this on,” She said, handing him the necklace, as she walked to the porch's small table. Laying down the map, she began her tracking spell. As the pendulum swung around an area in the woods, she looked over at Kaden. “It says she’s around here. Or at least, was around here. That would be the best place to start looking.”

Kaden took a deep breath and nodded as she spoke. Level headed. He could do that. Just had to breathe in, remember his training. If he could treat this like another hunt, this was just tracking. He could do that. Keep him from spiraling, do something useful. It’d be fine. They’d find her. It’d be fine. In the time it took her to go get her supplies, he’d polished off a whole cigarette, trying to focus on his breathing, the nicotine, and nothing else. He had to. His brow knit together at the weird necklace she handed him. He wasn’t one to question magic, though, so he put it on. He crossed his arms against his chest as he waited and watched as she worked. The location burned into his mind. “In the woods?” Shit. Anything could be out there. She could be de-- He breathed in again and pushed the thoughts away. “Thanks. That’s good. Good to know.” He turned and started heading to the car. “Uh, you’re coming, right?” he said, pausing to turn and look at her. He’d sort of assumed.

Of course, this wasn’t how Bea had thought her night would turn out. She had expected to pamper herself and then curl up in the nook reading Frankenstein. Instead, she was following Kaden to his car hoping she’ll find Regan before anything else does. “‘Course I’m coming,” She told him, “She’s my friend too.” She slid into the car, buckling up. Even if she hadn’t been Regan’s friend, she would have helped Kaden find Regan. He needed her help and she was willing to be there to help him. She handed over the map, pointing to the area she had shown him, “We get there and we start looking. Do you have any idea why she ran out on you?” Regan was skittish, she knew that from the number of times she heard about the doctor hiding at the morgue.

“Thanks,” he said. It was all he could manage while keeping his composure. Kaden looked at the map again and nodde, but he didn’t really need to; he knew exactly where he was headed and was ready to go the second he saw it on the map.The car was running and pulling out of the driveway the second he could. It took everything in him not to put his foot halfway through the floor and speed directly to the spot on the map. He definitely pushed the definition of speed limit though, that was for sure. “I don’t know,” he finally told her. “I was in the kitchen one minute, she was out the door the next.” He had his suspicions though. What he couldn’t figure out is who would tell her. A few minutes later he pulled up to the side of the road, closest spot he knew of to that part of the woods. He grabbed a couple of weapons out of his trunk. Knives, guns, seemed like they’d cover most scenarios. “Let’s go,” he said as he led the way to that general area she’d pointed out earlier.  

This was something that worried Bea, Regan ran and she didn’t always say why she ran. She had done it online when Bea was asking about the wings, she did it when she was hiding in the morgue, and she was doing it now. That wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism, though Bea supposed everyone had their own bad coping mechanisms. She eyed the weapons in Kaden’s trunk and almost asked for a knife herself. Both of her sisters used blades, though she had never tried it herself. She wondered if holding a weapon made them feel stronger. She turned on the flashlight she brought with her and handed it to Kaden as she lit her hand on fire for light. “She wasn’t wearing shoes, right? So I’m looking for regular footprints?” She asked, looking over at Kaden. She wasn’t a trained tracker, but she knew some things.

Kaden took the flashlight and nodded. “Barefoot. And no coat.” Maybe he should have brought it with her, she could be cold. Then he remembered her skin. Maybe not. He sighed and forged ahead, scouting for anything other than just leaves and bramble. At least in the woods he could pretend that this was normal. Just another job. Well, mostly. “There!” he shouted, a little louder than he wanted, as he flashed his light by what looked to him very much like human footprints. He waved her ahead as he followed them through the sort of natural paths of the forest. The farther he went, the more he saw something else. Other prints. He couldn’t identify them just yet. They were trampled over one another and mixed up. Guess they’d find out eventually. Knife in one hand, flashlight in the other, he kept walking, following the tail as best he could. He heard a scuttle and stopped, lowering the light to not scare off (or attract) anything or anyone that might be out there. “Stop,” he whispered to Bea, knowing she probably couldn’t hear. “There’s something ahead. Be cautious.” He slowly started picking the way towards the sound, unsure of who or what they’d see.

Bea didn’t like being in the woods late. She could do it, she was rather sure she was capable of protecting herself, but she didn’t like it. There were too many icky things creeping around for her to be able to enjoy a moonlit stoll. Not that this was a stroll, she reminded herself as she let her fire go out. Whatever Kaden had heard had warranted the flashlight turning off, so she was sure the fire wasn’t a good idea either. As she looked at the group of… Gremlins? In front of them, she let out a sharp gasp. These were the same things as that ugly bastard who had stolen her bracelet. A leprechaun moved closer to them as it heard her gasp and her hand shot out to grab Kaden’s forearm. It was wearing a turtleneck. “Kaden,” She breathed, “Was that what Regan was wearing when she left your place?” She didn’t want the answer. Dread pooled in her stomach as a larger group started to investigate the noises she was making. God she freaking hated these things. They sucked. At least this time she could use her fire, if it came to it.

Shit, leprechauns. Not what he wanted to find out there. At all. Kaden squinted and looked at the one that she pointed to. “Putain,” he whispered. There was no mistaking it, that was her turtleneck out there in the woods being worn by a fucking leprechaun. For a brief second, the rumors about her being a stack of them in a lab coat floated to the front of his mind. There was no way, right? That… No, he’d know. The iron in her coffee would have worked. And anyway, these little shits weren’t capable of that kind of sophisticated glamour. He shook it off. No that wasn’t her, they’d just stolen her shirt. Which in and of itself was concerning. “I’ve got left. You go right,” he told Bea before heading round to try and flank the little shits. Hopefully she could figure out what he meant. Maybe they’d get the advantage. And then he stumbled on a root and tripped. The smack of his knee against a tree trunk was enough for the fae bastards to turn their attention on them and squeal. Putian.

God, the things Bea did for her friends. Sometimes she wondered if she was selfish if she would get into less crap. Though, she was sure she’d feel terrible for being selfish in a situation like this. She was going to wait until Kaden emerged to start her fireshow but then she heard him trip and that plan flew out the window. If she had more time, she would have pinched the bridge of her nose, but she didn’t have the pleasure waiting to save his butt. Bursting from her hiding spot, she said sharply at the group of fae, “Hey, ugly!” As they turned towards her, she released a fireball at a few standing close to each other. She would have loved to send out a wall of fire, but she also had no desire to be the cause of a forest fire. She could smell burnt flesh already and it reminded her too much of the brownie infestation she had had in her kitchen. Hopefully, this display would give Kaden enough time to gather himself.

Kaden scrambled to his feet as soon as he could manage. Merde, this was going poorly. He caught the flash of fireballs from the corner of his eyes. Right. Yeah. Good thing he never actually tried to kill her. For a moment, he was almost stunned and neaerly missed the clicking wail of two feet fo pure fucking rage leaping out at him. Shit. He thrust his knife upward at the little shit but it didn’t stop the nails from digging into him and the fucking teeth from coming at his face. Kaden slashed at it again and felt the dagger hit flesh, knocking the creature down to the ground. For now. Fuck. Now he couldn’t see the bastard. Didn’t seem to matter for long because he felt a sharp pain at the back of his ankle and howled in pain. Had to be the good foot, too? He kicked out and hear a clicking oof as the shit went flying. He flashed on the light, still in his other hand and found the little shit and jammed his knife into its chest, then used his knee to pin it down. Just had to get the head off. Too bad he didn’t bring any iron with him that night. Didn’t think he’d fucking need it.

Fighting wasn’t exactly something Bea did a lot of, at least physically. She had always been the sister that could verbally tear someone apart, dig into the deep seeded insecurities and pull them up like she was rooting weeds. Physical fighting had been for her braver, stronger sisters. She only fought like this when she absolutely needed to. The need had increased pretty significantly lately, but she tried to ignore that fact. She flung a few more fire balls, but there were more of them than there were of her and soon she was pulled to her knees by one of the creepy things. Shoving a hand against the face of the leprechaun, Bea heated up her hand as hot as she could go, feeling the fae’s flesh melt and curl as it blackened. The fae screamed in pain as she pressed her hand down as firmly as she could, her fingernails scraping against bone after a few moments. God she had just gotten this manicure done and now it was covered in gremlin goo. Pulling away from the screaming thing, Bea tried to flick some of the bits of leprechaun off of her hand. “Is lighting them on fire going to kill them?” She yelled out to Kaden, not sure if these were one of the annoying species of monster that required something different. The smell of burnt flesh was thick in the air and she had to blink away the tears it brought to her eyes.

Kaden nearly had the head off the leprechaun in front of him when he caught the smell of burning flesh and turned to see the skin melting off the monster who’d dared gone near Bea. Well shit. Hee blinked as she casually flicked away the dripping flesh like it was nothing. Yeah, that’s why he didn’t fuck with spellcasters. It was all coming back to him then. “I can’t say for sure,” he called back to her, giving the fae below him one last slice. “Decapitation. Guaranteed to work,” he added as the head rolled away. Just in time for the connard with Regan’s sweater to join the fray. It leaped onto his armand clung there, nails digging into his skin. His jaw clenched and reached over and yanked the turtleneck off the monster before swinging his arm and slamming it into a tree. He dropped the knife to his other hand and jammed it straight into the leprechaun's skull, twisting it a little as it sunk in, just to make sure it felt any last bit of pain he could possibly muster.

Well, the leprechaun Bea just took care of didn’t seem to be moving anymore, so she took that as a win. Hopefully it didn’t start to move again anytime soon. In the moment she took to contemplate how gross what she did was, another leprechaun bit into her leg. She let out a yelp of pain as its teeth dug into her skin. In a rather inelegant move, she simply made a fist and punched the top of it’s head. Punching bone apparently really hurt, Bea discovered as she let out another pained noise. “These are my favorite leggings!” She yelled at it, as it let go of her leg and she could kick it as hard as she could away from her. Admittedly, that was not very far. She sent a fireball at it and as it burnt, she examined her knuckles and then her leg. Could she get rabies from a monster? “I freaking hate these things!” She growled out, but she was pretty sure that was all of them. Or she had been until she saw another lunging for Kaden, it’s teeth and nails ripping into him viciously.

Kaden pulled the knife out from what he assumed was the last leprechaun. He was wrong. The clicking scream came out of fucking nowhere and once again, teeth and nails camee flying at him in the dark. This one grabbed at his knee and ripped into it with its teeth, its toes slammed down right into the stab wound on his foot. Crying out in pain, Kaden stumbled and fell over. At least it knocked the piece of shit off of him a little. He was going to  regret this in a few seconds, but he pulled his leg back and kicked into the leprechaun's head. Hard. He screamed as his injured foot made contact with its skull. He could feel the blood starting to soak into his sock. That was a bad idea. Bad idea. He winced as he pushed himself to his knees and lunged after the monster, grabbing it by its tiny fucking ankle. It whistled a scream and writhed under his grip. Didn’t fuckng phase him. He took the knife and shoved it up from the neck into its head and the monster slowly stopped moving, just twitching occasionally. He’d have to finish decapitating it in a bit but for the moment, he sighed and sunk into the ground just a little. He hurt. All over. And they’d found jack shit. Well, maybe not jack shit. He reached over and took her turtleneck in his hands. He fucking hated this.

Bea made her way over to Kaden, grimacing as she went. She was going to have to ask her mom or grandma to heal this. She had performances to do and she couldn’t be out there with an ugly leg wound. It took her a moment to look him over before deciding this was going to be the end of their attempt to find Regan. “We’re going back,” She told him. “We can't look for her anymore in the condition you’re in.” She could try to wrap him up at home. She offered a hand to him. “Come on let’s go. She’ll be okay.” She hopes Regan would be okay, but she wouldn’t say anything doubtful to Kaden. He didn’t need that stress, especially after the night that they had. She looked around and then looked back at him, “You know where the car is right? Because I sure don’t.”