#anyway hi yes i may have taken your ask a bit too literally

[thereisabearonmyceiling]

hmm characters you say? i'll always ask for a little iskall :3

not coming to a cinema near you: iskall and the magical vault crystal!

(requests are still open for a little bit)

[bunji-enthusiast]

ahhhhh, im.not the one who requested it buy I love the oneshot about catnap with the child he took care of after the hour of joy because of the kitty thing. Even though I'm not the one who requested it, is it possible I can request something in the same premise of it. Where catnap after taking care of the child for a long time is starting to run out of the food reserves the factory had, and he has to find other ways to feed them. Through feeding them like how he feeds the smiling critters in the playhouse on "meat" from you know who, or forcing the child to leave so they have a chance to find food. But catnap being catnap wants to keep her there despite so decides on the first choice, even though he had let the child get attached to dogday.

(I'm sorry this may show up on your ask box twice I ment to not send this anonymously but I did by accident so I wanted to correct that, anyways thank you for your absolutely amazing writing remember to take breaks when you need to and stay amazing❤️)

Seeker

Note || awe, no worries. Happy to see you in!

WC || 1,034

Sypnosis || emotions are scarce, food is too. It seems factory is getting to everyone, CatNap is left with unprecedented levels of risks.

The conditions of the environment were no doubt not very liveable ones, so he had tried his best to adapt to the conditions so that you may be able to live in his room comfortably or even walk anywhere else in Playcare. Even beyond the whole place in any case, he just wasn’t sure what to do anymore. CatNap was at an odds end within himself at deciding what to do, what would be best for you.

Should he force you to leave the factory in hopes you find food? No, you’d just get lost and scared, no doubt manhandled by an incompetent people that may pass you by in the process. You were just a kid, lonely and in need of companionship and being surrounded by people you could truly trust.

Though the colorful disposition and creepy toys in this place far proved the idea he needed to keep you safer more often. Knowing that you may as well get attached to some of the other toys you come across, CatNap was admittedly worried. 

You were often inquisitive, curious to find everything your attention was captured by. That wasn’t of any good in his honest opinion, but he had to remain with a steady and cool head. So that when it may be, he can take care of you more properly.

CatNap didn’t want you to leave, he had become far too accustomed to your presence. Hearing your joyful laughs and giggles, staying so hopeful and strong in your own unique way. You certainly brought on a joyful aspect to his lonely life, even with all the others he had punished for being heretics. 

DogDay, oh yes, he had to take some chunks from him. That was the last thing he wanted to do with all that has been said and done. But he truly had no other option, but his worst thought being as how you began to get attached to DogDay.

In retrospect however, he will admit that you can be cute and quite charming for just being a child at most. 

“Mr…” You began, the crayon stilling to a stop. DogDay perked his head up, though the effort to move is indeed extraneous on his war-torn body (both literally and figuratively). “Hm, sweetheart?” He spoke out, his voice spooking you a little bit as he hadn’t spoken very often. You didn’t expect him to actually answer you or at all for that matter, but DogDay seemed kind to you. You wanted to get to know him at least, but to him, he was slight afraid – on your behalf, you didn’t know better on a lot of things. Especially the vying point is how his legs had been taken from him, most of it being fed to the smaller toy versions of the smiling critters and you too. Did you even know what you were eating?

You hesitantly stood up, leaving your paper and crayon to abandon. “Why are you chained up like that?” You asked with a tinge of nervousness, almost afraid as if you were going to incur some sort of angry emotion from the large dog. If he could truly move his own gaping black mouth, he would’ve been frowning right now. DogDay was concerned for you, as to why you were put in this situation. 

“I am… just not a very good person, sweetheart.” His gentle tone carried an aura reminiscent of a father if you ever heard one. Your eyes were wide with curiosity, knowing it was okay to continue speaking with him the way you were. “But, you don’t look bad to me. You're even nice to me!” Your innocent tone had brought back a fragmented memory for DogDay, he chuckled with a warm spell about the air.

DogDay let out an audible sigh, “Not all things are as they seem, CatNap included.” His words incited a bout of curiosity in the flames of your stomach. Now this was something you needed to understand, “Stretchy kitty?” DogDay nodded, a chuckle escaping him once more. You simply were the cutest thing he had seen in a long while. 

“I.. would say he’s not, kind or gentle as you would think him to be.” DogDay was nervous, irradiated by a different presence he had quickly taken notice of, but had continued on anyway. “CatNap, had uh, punished me Sweetheart. Wasn’t nice to his god.” 

‘God?’ you thought, “what is that Mr?” You spoke out in reply, sitting down and closer next to him then you were previously. You were rather oblivious to the presence of such an omniscient aura, menacing enough to be sure. DogDay wasn’t sure how to explain the term finely, but you were curious, wanting to satiate that curiosity by always asking questions. 

You deserved to have every single one of them answered, no matter how silly they may seem. DogDay had hoped the best for you, he had gotten rather attached to you. In spite of CatNap’s many warnings to not talk to you or even glance in your direction, not wanting him to bore your head with lies and spiteful attempts to turn you against him in any way possible. Well, DogDay had felt quite an intense hatred against CatNap right at this very moment, and found the courage to move on forward with his words. No matter what may happen to him, “God is uh, let’s say a very inspirational person… powerful even. But he can be a hypocrite too.” He nodded, tilting his head as if he was speaking through his movements.

“Sweetheart, you follow your own heart alright?” DogDay spoke hopefully, hoping to see that his words had gotten to you a little bit. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise.” You nodded with a fire in your eyes he hadn’t expected from you, but this a youthful you, easily impressionable and inspired. DogDay will forever be hopeful for you, and grateful he ever had gotten to speak to you in the past few days anyway.

A distant crying was unheard of, a lonely digressable cat, heart heavy and hurt. He began to cry silently, tears are there yet there are none.

I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.

[hxt1b]

good girl's don't beg

-> geto x reader 

-> WC: 1.2k

-> CW: swearing, pwp, edging, protected sex, penetration, choking, some titty slapping, a bit of rough sex, some overstimulation, soft dom geto, sub reader. This is literally just sex my dudes. 

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Requests Open 

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A/N: The grammar may not be perfect but I tried my best. 

Thank you for reading this, that’s what I’ll start with. I’m not a stranger to writing, however this is my first jjk fic, and I also have not written for a couple months. I try to consistently write but that’s an ideal, and isn’t always reality. Anyway, that’s not the point, the point is I hope you like this. I have more ideas for fics with jjk men, and my requests are currently open. Feedback is always welcome as long as its in some form constructive being a hater isn’t helpful to anyone. 

I'll probably have longer fic's with plot soon too, but for obvious reasons, shorter scenes like this will come out faster. 

The kitchen table was cold on your back. Your fingers digging into the edges of the wood. 

"Please," You begged. Your fingers itching to trail in his hair. 

"Good girls listen," Geto said, his thumb ghosting over your clit, "they don't beg." 

His breath was hot against your already heated centre, your mind was numbing slowly from the number of times he'd taken you to the edge only to pull back and leave you whining on the table. 

You couldn't touch him. 

You couldn't come. 

You couldn't think. 

You whined his name again your grip on the table tightening as he leaned in, letting his tongue graze your clit. 

"You want more?" He asked. His hands move to roughly holding your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin. 

"Yes." Your voice was unsteady and you focused on keeping your hips still. He licked slowly applying more pressure than before but not enough. 

You bit your lip to keep from whining but it was no use, a whimper left your lips anyway. 

He laughed at you, a soft chuckle that moved through you. He brought his hand to you again sinking two long fingers into your wetness and pumping once. 

"Move your hips, babe," He said and kept his hand still. You sighed and shifted your hips, moving on his fingers as he rose above you lining his face up with your tits, he caught a nipple in his mouth biting down on it. 

"That's it, baby girl," he mumbled around your nipple as you found your rhythm. Your moans got louder as you got closer to the lip of the familiar cliff again. His teeth moved to nipping your sensitive skin as you got closer and closer. 

You prayed he wouldn't pull away from you again. You were there, just a few seconds more. One foot was off the cliff, any second now you'd fall. A heavy heat clawed at the pit of your stomach, your hips were moving at a frantic pace. 

"You close baby?" Geto asked his words coasting over your heated skin. 

"Yes." You breathed, and his fingers were gone. A heavy hand pressed into your lower stomach holding you against the table. You groaned loudly, your eyes closing as your orgasm receded. 

"Not yet." He smirked. 

You breathed heavily as Geto leaned over you, his lips moving over your skin, tugging and nipping. His hands coasting over skin trying to soothe your frustration. 

Your hands still white-knuckled the table. You felt like you were going to die from this, you wanted to beg, but you knew if you did it would prolong his tormenting. 

You stayed still, breathing, eyes closed tightly as he moved slowly caressing your body with soft touches and softer kisses.

"Let's try that again." He muttered his lips hovering just above you. "But keep your hips still this time." Your breath shuttered at his words. 

"Okay." 

He sank two fingers into you again, you could hear how wet you were as he pumped them. He was going so slow, but you were so sensitive that the knot in your stomach built again fast. He added another finger drawing a breathy moan from you. His pace increased and the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers vibrated in your ears as you began to drown in the heat all over again. 

"Open your eyes, baby," Geto spoke softly his lips still hovering over yours. "Do you want to come?" 

"Yes." You whispered, the word barely leaving your mouth. 

He pressed a heavy wet kiss to your lips, his tongue pushing in. But his fingers slowed again, his free hand threading into your hair. He kissed you like that, his tongue moving with the same rhythm as his fingers. 

"Then come around my cock," He said pulling away from you completely. 

You kept your eyes from fluttering shut again at the loss of him. Instead, you watched him as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and pulled his cock out of his sweats. It only took him seconds to glide the condom on and line up with you, but it felt like forever to you. 

Geto settled on his elbows over you as he pushed into you slowly. 

"Fuck," he cursed as he sank into you, his hips pressing into yours as he bottomed out. He stayed like that for a minute, his face buried into your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin. 

Finally, he thrusted up, but it was slow still. Painfully slow. 

"Geto," You stretched out his name. 

He pushed off his elbows, his hands moving to your hips as he stood up. He pulled you with him, your hips hovering above the table. Geto moved for your hands next grabbing them both, bringing them to your belly button and pushing down. He held them tightly in one hand. The other hand digging into your waist. 

He looked down at you unmoving for another second before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you. 

"Keep your eyes on me." He demanded as his hips snapped into you again, and again, and again. His pace picked up with each thrust. 

"I love watching your tits bounce like this." He said, letting your hip go to quickly smack your boob. 

You whined at the sting, your eyes shutting for a second.

In that second Geto dropped you back to the table his body coming down over yours again as he moved your hands over your head. 

You groaned as the angle changed. His cock hit your g-spot as his thrusts got angrier. 

"Eyes open." He snapped. His other hand moves from your hip to your throat. 

"Fuck," You mutter around the pressure at your throat. 

"Take it." He muttered, his pace picking up again. Your body slid up the table an inch and Geto cursed his hips snapping into you harder. 

The knot in your stomach was at its end, the heat crawling over you was oppressive. Geto's hand at your throat was almost bruising and it all came crashing down on you in a rough wave. 

You cried out, your hands fighting against his, and he let you go. Finally getting to touch him. Your arms instantly went around his head and your body arched up into his. Your chest crushing into his as you came. 

He cursed as your walls spasmed around him, your body writhing and shaking under his. His fingers stayed around your throat as he fucked you through your high. His thrusts didn't slow, instead, he became rougher milking your orgasm. 

"Dammit, baby." He moved his head down to yours pressing his forehead to yours, and letting his fingers drift down your chest so that he was holding your tit, his thumb rubbing at your nipple. 

You mewled at the ministration, overwhelmed by him. It was almost too much, his cock was still hitting your g-spot as he worked himself up to his orgasm. You were gasping under him. 

"Geto please." You begged, looking up into his eyes. Your hand twisted into his hair as you tilted your head up to kiss him. 

Geto's hands dropped to the table beside you as he finally came, his hips stuttering through his orgasm. He moaned into your mouth as the condom filled with his cum. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He repeated as he worked through his orgasm your hips lightly rocking against him as he slowed. 

He stilled against you, his cock still buried inside you. His lips still moved with yours in a lazy kiss. You didn't want him to move. Honestly, you felt like you could stay like this forever with Geto pressed against you, in you.

A/N: again thank you for reading! send in a request if you'd like!

~ hxt1b, feb 5 2024

[hoshinasblade]

im going to need you all to send me happy thoughts please because i am having a very bad week and it's only monday lol anyway here's some angst. i know i have written a lot of stuff here already but so far this one is my favorite (despite me literally drafting this in my phone so expect some grammar errors or spelling mistakes), so if you can, let me know what you folks think. likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated but i will bonk you in the head if you repost or copy any of my writings. THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS ASK!

you could bring a numbered kaiju into submission but it seems that your heart is an entirely different monster.

you should have known better than to fall in love with a colleague, and you should have known better than to fall in love with the third division's vice-captain. your own commander, gen narumi, threw you a dirty look when he found out about your intimate relationship with the bowl cut bastard, and as much as you want to come up with a good enough excuse, the best thing you were able to give is a cliched the heart wants what the heart wants. narumi scoffed at you upon hearing it, following it up with a personal vow to never be romantically involved with anyone in the force.

it didn't have to be said but hoshina still did the honors - there's not a lot of ground rules in your relationship but the first one is this: you and he are soldiers first, lovers second. you pondered if it was supposed to hurt you, and you asked yourself what the hell is wrong with you to say yes to such a set-up: all those love advice by your family and friends about how you should not settle with the bare minimum flew out the window. "i have a responsibility to my division. but i also know i love you," was what hoshina told you. in hindsight maybe you did not care about anything else he said except the part where he confessed he loves you.

you convinced yourself that nothing is more important than being loved by hoshina soshiro. and you persuaded yourself that if he could place you second in his priorities, you would be able to do so too. "i mean, i was a defense officer before i became your girlfriend," you agreed with him.

but there's no worse lie than the one we tell ourselves, you realised too late.

hoshina soshiro took you to dates almost every weekend although he is also almost always late. but you guess being one of the highest-ranking official in an anti-kaiju division burdens him with a heavier obligation than the rest of the officers so you did what a good girlfriend would do: you tried to understand his situation and offered him comfort whenever you catch him overly stressed or fatigued in his tasks. "i'll make it up to you," he would promise, and you would kiss him on the lips.

but after a while he stopped asking you out entirely, blaming it to his busy schedule - and yours - and a month after that, you would see hoshina soshiro only when there are inter-division conferences. narumi gives you his ugliest frowns everytime he spots the vice-captain walking towards you. "get a room," the first division commander rolled his eyes at you and your boyfriend one time.

to be fair, hoshina is good at making you disregard his misgivings. may it be with his tongue or his fingers, even for just a fraction of an hour, you cannot deny that hoshina makes you feel loved and taken care of. hoshina would tell you he loves you and nothing else matters again in your world but those three little words.

you could have perfectly proceeded in your charade of being fine if hoshina only remembered your anniversary. the straw that broke the camel's back, disappointment and frustration and heart wrenching pain consumed you when it came clear to you that hoshina was not planning for some surprise for you after not giving you a single greeting throughout the day - he simply forgot.

"so it skipped you that today's supposed to be our day, but you had time to go to lunch with okonogi," you accused him, feeling a bit guilty that you are involving another person in the argument. the trip to tachikawa base was not short, and your muscles are already killing you, but you made the effort to see hoshina in hopes you can salvage the occasion. the guilt died down after several seconds when hoshina replied.

"how is okonogi-chan a part of this?" he defended her. it did not escape you how he seemed to not be answering you at all.

"okonogi-chan?" you mocked hoshina. "jesus, i am so tired of this!" you did not recognise the sound of your voice when you shouted. "i - i know what i signed up for when i compromised with you, soshiro. you said duties first, i just did not expect i would be at the bottom of the things you care about. that's if i was even in that list at all."

"that's not fair -"

"what's not fair," you gritted your teeth, "is that you keep treating me like shit." you held back your tears; you refused to cry in front of hoshina - you had already given him the power to hurt you, it would have been to much handing him the knowledge that what is happening is effectively breaking you from you within. softly, you determined to get the bottom of things - fuck your dignity, the most you can get from this scenario is hoshina's honesty. "do you still love me?"

"you know i do," he declared too quickly. hoshina strode towards you, crossing the three, four feet distance to reach you. grabbing your cold hands and attempting to cradle it with his own warm ones, hoshina looked sincere and sorry, and you regret that you cannot for the life of you remember the last time he was this tender with you.

"actually i don't." you did not know how you're supposed to bridge the sea between you and hoshina as you withdrew your clammy hands from his touch. you chose to ignore the sudden sadness that crossed his face when you stepped away from him.

the loud ring of the alarm announcing a kaiju attack echoed in your ears. "i have to go, we'll talk more later," hoshina offered, his stare at you was surely meant to glue you in your spot but you did not let it so. "i love you."

"no, wait." you are a defense officer, and a good one at that, and you thankfully did not have to remind the third division vice-captain of that. "i'm going with you." even on the verge of heartbreak, your response is to stand beside hoshina. you almost winced at the implication.

you did not wait for his approval. narumi will be pissed, he joked after seeing you in a battle suit, helping you out a bit as you pick your weapon of choice. "hey." his grip on your elbow distracted you. "be careful out there," he whispered.

bodies break in the strangest of ways, you found out while fighting a considerable strong honju alone in the sector where you were assigned. you weren't officially in the area to be on duty, and protocol says you cannot be under hoshina's command so you had to be borrowed as a back-up to another platoon. your tenure and experience could easily place you as a team leader, that is why you were confident to face a number of those monstrous creatures at once. that is until the suit you were wearing - just a spare one that hasn't been used yet by a recruit - overheated.

"retreat to somewhere safe," you heard hoshina in your in-ear comms, out of breath. "that's an order." you wanted to assert that he isn't really your commanding officer, that he is not upon him to command you in any way but air feels like liquid in your lungs, the exhaustion catching up to you. in a minute or two the suit will lose its integrity after overheating, and you will be vulnerable to attacks of even the smallest yojus. "stay there and i'll send someone -"

you hoped you were not making a habit of interrupting hoshina as you mustered your strength to speak in a firm sentence - "the mission, is to neutralise the kaiju, sir." you screwed your eyes shut, ignoring the searing sensation of the wound in your shoulder.

throwing caution in the wind, hoshina did not relent. "i will come get you."

"soldiers first, soshiro." the static in your in-ear comms was deafening after you had called the vice-captain by his given name, and knowing that whatever you say will be broadcasted to the other officers, you continued. "to hell with what happens to us, right?"

you couldn't say you recall what happened next. dizzying darkness claimed you as your suit gave out, your combat release putting your body to too much pressure. when you came to consciousness, it was at a hospital - in a white room too big to cater to only one patient. tubes were attached to you, needles poking at the delicate vein in your wrist. it hurts to move, it hurts to discover you woke up alone.

the hours passed, each tick of the hands of the clock racing against your own thoughts. a nurse found you awake while in a roaming duty, and alerted the doctor. it was not after that when you saw hoshina again.

"how are you feeling?" you could sense his awkwardness from across the room. you saw his hesitation to come close to you; you cannot decided whether to feel satisfied that he seems to be in pain seeing you like this.

"i can't do this anymore, soshiro." your throat was dry from not speaking in ages, and your words sounded hoarse, as if you had to scrape yourself for them. "i almost died, and i can't do this anymore."

a piece of you wanted for him to tell you to shut up.

"i could have died, and you weren't there. and my god, this entire time i had to assess if i am just selfish, or greedy, and i know there are people to save, but soshiro, it's tiring to be the one who loves the other more," you exclaimed. "maybe it's my mistake that i am in a relationship with the third division's vice-captain but i fell in love with hoshina soshiro."

"i'm sorry." you didn't miss the slight tremble in hoshina's voice, and your chest tightened because after everything, he couldn't say you what you needed to hear.

"i would have died trying to save you, you know," you added weakly.

"i'm sorry," he repeated like a chant, like some mantra that would cure everything damaged for you and for him.

"me too," you replied, because there was nothing else left to say.

[bladiegfs]

hello!! ur theme is so cute omg <3 may i request blade’s s/o (can be gn!) spending more time with a cat they adopted and he got jealous and he decides to cling to his s/o 😭😭 sorry if this doesnt make sense wiendidnf

take ur time writing it 🫶🫶

thank u!!! don't worry anon it makes perfect sense in fact it feels like my third eye was opened the moment i saw this on my inbox

glue

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.1k

➵ blade has found his new rival— it came in the form of a dark-furred animal with four paws and orange eyes. he eyes it as you coddle it and sing a song. …it’s decided. this has gone too far. it’s his turn to be cuddled and coddled now.

It was a mistake— no, this whole thing was a mistake.

At first, it seemed like a good idea to him. In fact, he was the one who got the idea— he knew you love cats. So did he; he found the little creatures interesting and maybe just a tad bit cute. But you, on the other hand… you frequently gushed (clutching your chest, cooing, everything) over cat videos.

Cat videos. On the screen. It’s not even the real thing right before your eyes yet you acted like this.

But he thought that the smile on your face was far too precious and that it would definitely make you happy to have a cat of your own or a ‘furbaby’, as Bronie calls it.

When he proposed the idea, you instantly nodded. Then, you reveal a sickening number of tabs open on your phone, all containing research about the best way to take care of cats. He recalls the time you were complaining about your phone moving so slowly; he was about to ask you how long literally hundreds of tabs have been open on it, but then you give him that beaming smile that he’s always (secretly) felt weak to, and the question gets thrown to oblivion.

And just a day after that, you two were home with a cute little bundle of joy (your words, not his) and you were smiling unstoppably. To him, the cat wasn’t anything particularly remarkable. However, its black fur paired with orange eyes has apparently intrigued you.

“What are you gonna name him?”

“Pepper,” You reply, looking down at the cat. “Isn’t it fitting?”

“Pepper? That’s more like a dog’s name to me.”

You only laugh as the cat peacefully curls up atop your lap, looking much like a bundle of darkness rather than joy. Blade’s spot, he thinks. That’s where he rests his head as he naps or simply absentmindedly scrolls through his phone, but he lets it pass— it’s good to let the cat become very accustomed to you. It shouldn’t be a challenge to get the cat to warm up to you; perhaps he was biased, but if you asked him, he’d say it’s very easy to like you.

Months pass and Blade does get proven right; Pepper has given his verdict as to who his favorite parent is and, predictably, it’s you. You and Pepper work in tandem half the time— whenever the cat isn’t asleep, anyway. Wherever you go, Pepper goes.

Now: Pepper did like Blade, yes, but the cat was attached to you to the point that you couldn’t even take a piss without it scratching at the door to be let in. And on the other hand, you’ve taken to affectionately calling Pepper your son.

And this son… is coming in between his parents.

You see, earlier this day, Blade had been minding his business. It’s a weekend, and he’s sitting in bed, watching a show. You were right beside him, leaning onto him as your eyes are cast on the screen before you. 

But after a while, before you two even knew it, watching turns into kissing.

“Ren…” You mutter against his lips as you lay below Blade. You were about to open your mouth to say something when suddenly, a walking nightmare on four legs slipped between Blade’s and your body.

And Pepper hisses at Blade.

“Aw, Pepper!” You turn to the cat, taking it in your arms. Blade parts from you, opting to lay beside you as you coo over your son, saying something about how he’s so adorable.

He watches as Pepper gets showered in kisses. “Aw, my cutesy, does Pepper want kisses too?”

Blade does, but that cat in your arms interrupted you two. He turns his eyes back to the television, slightly disgruntled. But once more, he lets it pass. After all, he did like Pepper too, even with all his kiss-stealing tendencies. Pepper was as much his… ‘son’ as much as it was yours.

He thinks that the cat must’ve sensed Blade’s somewhat lax behavior towards it; today, it’s really pushing its luck. 

Lunchtime? Pepper rubbed his head all over your legs until you decide to give him some of the food on your plate despite the fact that he already had his own lunch and finished it with much vigor. Oh, what about the afternoon? You spent it playing with Pepper until he fell asleep. Dinnertime? Same modus as lunch.

And now… well, now, as you sit in bed, Pepper laid on your lap as though it was his personal seat. You didn’t seem bothered about it, not even one bit— in fact, you hummed as you pet its head affectionately.

And Blade? He’s sitting right beside you, phone in hand as he side-eyes Pepper.

This has gone too far. Isn’t it his time to be coddled too?

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, making you lean towards him. You oblige with a smile on your face but eyes still on Pepper. With his actions, the cat turns its head toward Blade and he swears to everything holy that the cat definitely must be annoyed at him. The only thing missing is for it to hiss at him again.

Eyes narrowed and looking directly at Pepper, Blade presses a kiss against your temple.

The cat stares back at him.

His arm tightens around your shoulder and his free hand reaches for yours—

“Ren, you’re a lot more clingy today,” You comment, finally looking at Blade. Then, you notice the expression on his face. You follow his eyes and you find yourself looking right at your son.

You cannot help the laughter bubbling up your stomach. It was ridiculous to you; was Blade having a silent competition with Pepper?

At the sound of your laughter, Blade’s glare at Pepper finally breaks and he looks at you, asking, “What?”

“Nothing,” You answer, sparing Blade the shame of having to admit silently declaring rivalry with Pepper. “You want kisses?”

“...Why’re you talking to me like I’m Pepper?”

You repeat, ignoring Blade’s reply, “You want kisses?”

Silence. Then, “Yes.”

You take Pepper in your arms, lifting him from your lap. You then put Pepper down on the bed before you turn your body to Blade. Your eyes flicker from Blade’s eyes and to his lips, then you lean even closer to finally kiss him.

His arms wrap around your body, holding you closer. Even as you pull away, he doesn’t let go of you.

So your hunch was right. With a smile on your face, you play with his hair, pushing his bangs away from his eyes. “I’ll make it up to you, alright? I’ll cuddle you and sing for you too, so you don’t have to sulk anymore.”

Blade defensively answers, “Who said I was sulking?”

“Oh? Do you not want me to cu—”

“I didn’t say that,” Blade interrupts. Then, in a quieter voice, almost as if he’s embarrassed, “I wouldn’t be jealous because of a cat.”

“I didn’t say anything about Pepper, though?”

“...Damn it.”

[dvskf4llz]

Hello wonderful person! Could I request some bdubs x f!reader where the reader is really worried because bdubs hasn't slept in a few days because hes trying to finish a build he's making for the reader and so the reader helps him get some rest (that was so confusing to write im sorry)

I'm so sorry if this is too much I hope it's not -is ���� anon available? -

I was actually planning to make some bdubs fluff soon! :D

I love this idea sooo!

I can re-write this in 3rd POV if everyone prefers it that way!!! ^^

(Also yes 🕳 anon in available <3)

Go to sleep

𝓕!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓑𝓭𝓾𝓫𝓼 (𝓑𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓞100)

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TW: Literally just pure fluff, a bit of persuasion by the reader

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"Go to sleep." "But the build—" "Sleep."

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Ever since you and Bdubs became a couple, he's always been finding ways to spoil you

You would always end up getting a little box/package infront of your base, obviously from Bdubs.

Bdubs would even write little love letters from time to time, sneaking it from under your door or in your bedroom. (I imagine Bdubs's love language would be giving the reader gifts)

One day, you would be talking about something you've taken a liking to and then *boom*. The next day you'll suddenly have it, either set on your desk or outside of your base.

This time, Bdubs had decided that he wanted to make you a nice little (not actually little) [a build of your choice].

Now, the problem with this is the fact that Bdubs hadn't gotten a single ounce of sleep since he was too carried away with building [build of your choice].

This worries you a lot, you had found out that he hadn't gotten any sleep by the other Hermits. You may or may not have asked them to check up on Bdubs everytime you're not able to since you're also busy with other stuff.

You loved Bdubs dearly but, you hated the fact that he'd practically destroy his health just for a build that's meant to be for you.

After watching Bdubs never taking a break from the build, you decided it was time to confront him.

You walked over to where Bdubs was currently very focused on building, you tapped his shoulder

"Bdubs, could you stop building for a second?" You asked sweetly, waiting for Bdubs to stop whatever he was doing. Bdubs stopped himself as he was about to place a block, he looked back at you curiously

"Yes what is it?" Looking up at Bdubs close, you could see the dark eyebags underneath his eyes, his disheveled hair and the same pair of his outfit that he wore yesterday.

"Listen, you need sleep Bdubs. You can't just be building without any sleep!" You said, almost scolding him

"I've been without sleep before anyways! It doesn't matter!"

"And I thought you were the one who would always be insistent to go to sleep."

"Well-" Bdubs trailed off not knowing how to argue with what you sId

"Exactly, you can't argue back." You said putting a hand on your hip

"Go to sleep." You added

"But the build—"

"Sleep." You cut Bdubs off before he could argue back

Bdubs sighed, knowing he had no choice but to sleep

"Could we atleast cuddle?" Bdubs asked, giving his best puppy-dog eyes to convince you to cuddle with him. You could not resist his puppy eyes at all unfortunately, so you gave in.

"Alright...."

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You and Bdubs in bed together, getting comfortable so that you guys could start cuddling. You both were in your comfortable sleeping clothes. Once you two both found comfortable positions, Bdubs wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling against you. You did the same, making sure Bdubs was still comfortable as you two cuddled.

After a good minute or so, you could hear snores coming from none other than Bdubs. You looked down to see Bdubs' sleeping form, you smiled to yourself watching him finally sleep after weeks of him not sleeping at all.

You soon felt yourself getting sleepy aswell, finding Bdubs' soft snores and the silence peaceful, your eyes soon closed, falling asleep in Bdubs' arms with a smile on your face.

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(BONUS!)

As soon as you woke up in the morning, Bdubs was not there by your side. Your immediate thought was that he was already working on the build for you once more. You stood up and went out of the room, thinking Bdubs would be outside.

Except, you were wrong. Bdubs was in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you. He had a little apron ontop of his pajamas, he hasn't heard you yet since he was focused on cooking the perfect meal for you. You looked at the scene infront of you, chuckling to yourself quietly.

You slowly approached Bdubs from behind, being quiet with your steps before wrapping your arms around Bdubs' waist which ended up startling him a bit

"GAH!- Jeez! You scared me [Name]!" Bdubs laughed, seemingly calmed down from the previous events. He took the [Insert favorite bfast food] out of the pan/pot and onto two plates/bowls, it was surprisingly not burnt.

"I made breakfast for both of us!" Bdubs exclaimed proudly and happily, you pulled away so that he could move properly. He then went over to the counter-table and set the food down before sitting down on one of the chairs, he motioned for you to sit down with him, a happy grin on his face.

You happily sat beside Bdubs, eating the breakfast he made with him. It was really just a sweet moment as you and him would talk before chewing on a spoonful of food, Bdubs would sometimes try and attempt to feed you but you would always catch him and he would always just laugh it off.

Overall, it was just really wholesome and nice to sit with your lover and eat in peace <3

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aaaaaaandddd you've reached the end!! Congrats! I really hoped you enjoyed this!! I've had this request for a while- I will be actually posting PT 2 of revenge on Christmas so stay tuned!!!

Goodbye lovely! We'll meet again soon! Always take care of yourself okay? There are people that love and care for you <333

[needleanddead]

I hope you're prepared for a few questions packed all in one ask then! *cracks knuckles*

I've actually just discovered Lucas a few days ago, and whenever I find something/someone I'm interested in, I consume every piece of information available, same with all your amazing Lucas asks and fics. I'm a sucker for horrible people being all lovey-dovey in their own sick way. So!

What does Lucas do with his darling's belongings? You once said, if I remember correctly, that he throws them away because he doesn't want them to have any ties to their old life. But does he look through their stuff? Their backpack? And does he keep some things? Like maybe medication, hygiene products, makeup (because asking Lucas to buy makeup for his darling would be disastrous, I feel like. He would not know which products in what shades to buy), clothes, or just things he knows they'll be happy to have back? For example: I have a stuffed animal that I cannot sleep without, so would he throw it away too or maybe even get it back if I asked him nicely for it? Or would he just get me a new one? (Which would make me cry, btw.)

Does Lucas allow his darling to go to the bathroom alone at night? This goes for both when he still sleeps on the couch in the beginning but also when he sleeps with them in bed after a while. Does he want them to wake him up each time? I bet this is one of those privileges he grants over time, once they gain his trust.

I've read in an answer to an ask that Lucas is in his forties, and so I'm wondering: does he treat his darling differently based on how old they are? Is he more prone to playing a caretaker when they're like, what, 15-20 years younger than him? Also, does it bother him in any way when his darling is literally old enough to be his child - maybe early to mid 20s - or is it something he doesn't even think about?

One of the asks you answered a few hours ago intrigued me as well, so I just wanna explore it a bit. (This part is NSFW, just FYI!) How is the first time being intimate with Lucas? Is it more unrestrained, since he's wanted them since the moment he saw them, or is he overwhelmingly gentle? Especially with a more nervous darling, all sniffling and nervous because they just see him as a ruthless killer still, not wanting him to touch them, but they don't really have a choice in the matter. Would he just shush them and take from them what he wants, or would the focus be on them entirely, just him wanting to make them feel good? Make them feel safe and like they can - and *should* - trust him? I wonder how that would play out, especially when his darling is trying to push him away.

Okay, wow, this is probably the longest ask I've ever sent! Have fun with it and I'm looking forward to your answers. (:

Ah anon, sitting down to answer this with a cup of tea and thinking very hard . . . like all characters, Lucas shifts around a bit and some of my older posts may be outdated (sometimes the character tells me differently to what I have always believed of them!), but I will answer as best I can!

He does, usually, get rid of darling's belongings. For one thing, he can't risk them having things like phones or wallets in their possession (phones get taken to the edge of the woods and smashed up, he's paranoid of trackers!). ID cards get cut up, other identifying things get thrown in wells, scattered through the woods as far away from Lucas's cabin as possible. So yes, he looks through their stuff too! He might keep a FEW things, if they look particularly sentimental (a bear? Perhaps. Sometimes underwear or pyjamas or clothing, if he's not sure yet if he has things that will fit them - and if not, he'll keep them for the wardrobe anyway). These things he does keep won't get given to them right away, though; like all things, they have to prove that they deserve them! Earn them back. He probably WOULD keep medication for them (he's not foolish enough not to realise what it is), but makeup . . . no, that probably goes. If they come with him willingly, actually, once he's slaughtered everyone they're with, he might just let them bring the whole bag once he's checked it through for the most dangerous items (weapons, ID, etc)!

No. They're expected to wake him up. Chances are, if he's sleeping on the couch, he hasn't actually fallen asleep anyway - he's used to every little noise in the cabin, and he's excited about having his darling under his roof - even if they think that they're being quiet, they probably end up seeing a shape in the hallway and a voice rumbling out to ask what they're doing and to reassure them that he's there to help. You're right in that it's one of the privileges that get granted over time; a few months in, once they've proved that they can be trusted, he might get woken up by darling saying they need the bathroom and instead of getting up he just smiles sleepily and tells them to hurry on back to bed afterwards, then.

Honestly, he doesn't really think about his darling's age! A younger darling who says something he doesn't understand might get a fond and exasperated "kids these days" kind of response, but other than that . . . He would put himself into the caretaker role even if his darling is older than him (and yes! He's forty eight!). It's not about age to him, but about how . . . helpless they are. How much they need him. If they are a lot younger, it doesn't bother him; he doesn't think about them being young enough to be his own child, but more he thinks that they haven't had enough time in the world to be truly corrupted by it.

He tries, very, very hard not to hurt his darling and not to let his desires get the better of him when the time does come that he can't hold himself back. He's aware that he's big and strong, and often his darling is smaller and softer - it's easier, actually, if darling is sniffling and whimpering and begging, than if they fight back. He reassures them with kisses and soft murmurs and asks them not to cry (the feel of his hardness against their thigh, twitching when they take a great sob, proves that actually he really doesn't mind the crying). He tries to take his time; work them open slowly, make sure that they're ready to take him. Tries to make sure that they get to come too - but when it comes down to it, when he's actually inside, he can lose himself just a little too easily in how it feels and might bruise or be a bit too enthusiastic. He's always terribly sorry about it afterwards, kissing and soothing them - and he promises that they won't have to get up in the morning and he'll make the breakfast. As long as they're not outright screaming and clawing, he'll accept a little bit of tearful whimpering - it's a big thing, after all, sleeping with someone you love for the first time!

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia In May (Part Four) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3...

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: rumors, regency era kind of flirting, marriage mention, stress.

[[A/N: pretty blue eyes 🤲🤲🤲. Anyway, literally in love with my own series. Takes place directly after part 3. Simp behavior from Mr. Grimes in this one girlies. Peep the Pride and Prejudice (2005) reference 👀👀👀. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

"Ms. Greene," he spoke, a bit breathlessly with a grin that sent your heart into a bit of a frenzy. And your Headmistress certainly made note of it, eyes heavily flickering between the two of you.

Flushing a deep shade of crimson, you curtsied properly -a smile of your own smoothing across your lips, "Mr. Grimes."

...

"You know each other?" Your Headmistress questioned, and you could tell she was about one tick of the left about to explode.

You blinked, your precious little bubble popped by the reality of her near breakdown -it was time for damage control, "Yes, I helped him find his daughter in the markets, ma'am."

Mr. Grimes seemed to notice the energy as well, rushing to your aid, "It was a very polite encounter, I must commend your raising of 'er, really."

Father paused, absorbing the information as Headmistress seemed to deflate just a smidge -smile becoming more genuine at the compliment, "It's rather hard work, so I appreciate the recognition, Mr. Grimes."

And then your father spoke, rather pointed and direct -a flash of something in his eyes that you had never quite seen in him before, "I assume you gifted the new basket then?"

He paused, seeming to react to the steely look he held in his eyes with more poise, "A gift for the help, yes."

The Headmistress pursed her lips, her eyes passing over him in a questioning gaze, "An incredibly expensive gift, though, is it not?"

You suddenly realized, standing in the space between your two parents with the handsome man that had occupied quite too much of your mind, that they thought he was courting you. Secretly courting you, nonetheless.

The flush of crimson rising on your cheeks surely must've rivaled Mr. Elliotts' prized tomatoes. Every inkling in your body told you to rush off with an excuse of finding Michonne, requesting a drink, complimenting a lady's dress far across the ballroom, anything-

Yet, you stayed strictly still.

It was kind of like you felt that as soon as you stepped away, Mr. Grimes would no longer be real. He'd vanish into thin air -a mere daydream of your own. But it was real, and he was here, and you knew that.

It was just far, far too lucky.

And maybe that's why your father and Headmistress were being utterly horrifying. Because the universe needed to even out, and spoil any sort of success you might have wi-

"I do not put a price on my children's lives, ma'am. It was only fair to gift somethin' just as priceless, wouldn't ya say?"

Oh.

Ms. Elisa paused, taken aback -it felt rather unreal to you, "Well, yes, I suppose."

"A fair trade," Father agreed, eyes affectionately glazing over his own children -you smiled at it. He was truly quite a softy at heart.

The moment was rather short-lived, as Headmistress continued her brigade for reasons currently unknown to you. You knew she was rather direct, and it often scared off more high-society people with ease -a scarily quick ease.

But it was a trait you rather admired in her, up until right this moment.

"Are you to raise them alone, Mr. Grimes?" She posed as if asking what was his favorite meal of the day -a sense of casualty that harshly clashed with the sentiment.

To ask a man about his parenting habits upon meeting him? You were sure that if you died on the floor right in that very moment, it would be less mortifying.

Instead, Mr. Grimes grinned -a sort of pleased grin like he was rather amused by the question, "I am searchin' for someone to mother 'em, Ms. Elisa. If that's what you're askin'."

"Yes," she clarified, "-it is."

Father leveled a look between the two, eyes heavy on Mr. Grimes -embarrassment burnt heavy on your cheeks at the implication of this entire conversation.

You weren't daft.

Headmistress was seeing how qualified a suitor he was for you, and if he had a needed space for a wife. If he was looking for one, even.

And he was.

There was a part of you, that swirled with the sort of butterflies at the thought of someone so established even considering your hand. And maybe a little outrageous to assume so, it had just been a basket. But still, despite the logic prevailing your brain, you harbored a little flame of hope in your heart. You'd never felt so connected to a gentleman, and if nothing else, wished to know him more.

"You know," your father cleared his throat -a sort of michevious glimmer shimmering in his eye, "-Headmistress, I do believe I saw Mrs. Gusten in the crowd earlier. Should we make our introductions?"

She shriveled her nose, clearly displeased by the name -you had yet to know why, as she joined his side, "Y/N, darling, would you keep Mr. Grimes company while we do some chatting? It's rather boring work for a fair young lady such as yourself."

You bit your lip from saying anything too improper (ever aware of the present company), merely smiling politely, "Of course, Headmistress."

The crimson on your cheeks had yet to lessen, only worse by the pure embarrassment on your part -as if your family had been trying to get him run off.

"They did that on purpose, then?"

You spun to match his eyes, somehow forgetting the now duty to talk to him -that you knew his name. You were on his estate-

Stopping your thought process, you exhaled -trying to smooth out a smile out of your mortification, "Which part of it was it that got you? Was it the incessant pestering about the gift, or the rather... open question of if you were looking to marry?"

You'd expected a sort of quip, a usual back and forth in banter -but he remained an unusual sort of silent. Blue eyes heavy on your face as his fingers briefly fidgetted with the golden button.

"I am," he spoke, quickly, as if the words held a fiery breath. As if they burnt his tongue if he held them back too long -scarred tissue and an unspoken opinion left in its wake.

"You are... what?" You curiously questioned, eyebrow hesitantly raised at his unusual demeanor -nervous.

"Looking to marry," he cleared his throat, something wonderfully pink gathering along his cheekbones, "-I mean."

You bit your lip, trying to cut down such a smile (you made him nervous). Pondering for a second just how to respond to such an assertion, he was making sure you knew. You.

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Scare you? No," Mr. Grimes answered, weighed heavily in a practiced polite tone -you were in awe at the smooth transition he displayed, "-I just. Well, I wanted ya to know."

You paused, once again left rather speechless -questions on the tip of your tongue, "Wanted me to know?"

"Yes, you," he answered with his dashing grin -unflinchingly, before blue eyes dusting across your dress.

"It doesn't-" you added, it felt delayed slipping past your lips like an instinct, "-it doesn't scare me."

"I imagine nothing does," Mr. Grimes replied, a tease but you saw his shoulders relax ever so slightly -nerves dissipated.

"Good assumption," you smiled, the ballroom bustling around you -yet it felt the same as it did in the market. Like all the noise was merely background to your conversation. His blue eyes always felt so focused on you -even now, with the music and the dresses and the show-

He was still looking at you.

You flushed, turning your eyes to focus upon the environment around you -all marble and gold accents. Even as it was filled, you found it was rather breathtaking. The clash of movement from the shine of the marble -all white, while the suits and dresses enveloped the area in color. Your lips parted, words slipping from your lips as if on instinct, "It's beautiful here."

Mr. Grimes followed your eyes, dusting over something you assumed he was rather familiar with -trying to see the room in your light, maybe.

"All my mother's handiwork," he spoke -tone distantly fond, "-she'd always had a passion for the details."

"She did wonderfully."

He grinned, a sort of loose kind -less pressure and posture, more nostalgic. Looking at the casual smile, you somehow wished to commit the vision to memory -delicately take it and store it in your chest (close to your heart).

"High praise, I assume?" he teased -eyes flickering to match yours.

"If you wish to think so," you laughed -hand nervously fidgetting with your skirt fabric, "-I'm starting to think you have rather high expectations of me, Mr. Grimes."

"Not high expectations," he corrected, hands straightening his coat without extra thought, "-just 'ave yet to find a flaw."

You teased back -ignoring the flutter in your chest, "I don't believe you should tell a lady you're looking for her flaws, sir."

He laughed, loud and joyful -like the brilliant chirp of a bird in the morning, melodic.

You couldn't help the pride that swelled up in your chest, all bright and shiny. All these people who he certainly knew, and yet he stayed here with you.

"And what would ya recommend I say?"

"To what?" You responded, now fully facing him -the beauty of the ballroom an echo of the background, "To a lady? Well, what is the purpose of your conversation?"

"To encourage affection," he answered, solidly, eyes intent on yours. Watching, and listening like it was important. Like everything you said was important-

You stilled for a moment, eyes dashing across the floor where Maggie was enraptured in the movement. She stayed intently focused on Mr. Rhee, her own smile beautifully painted on her face -one you'd hardly seen day to day. Only reserved for special occasions.

"Dancing," you smiled at the two of them, nearly forgetting the man who stood beside you -getting lost in the crowds of couples all so in sync. You'd danced many times, but hardly with someone you wanted to.

Never someone you wanted to, if you dared to say it.

"Well," he continued, clearing his throat and adjusting some of his lapels -pink brushed across his cheeks, "-in that case, would you do me the honor of the next set?"

"You're looking to encourage my affection, then?"

Mr. Grimes laughed, light and airy -embarrassed but still composed, "Yes if you wish it."

You bit back a grin, smile threatening to slip across your face with ease, "Well then, I'd be rather honored to accept. Although-" you suddenly spun around, trying to catch the eye of the soldier who had asked you before, "-I do believe I may have cheated another man out of a dance."

"I'm not y'er first offer?" He questioned, eyes scattered behind you as well, in a sort of analytical kind of way.

"Once again, I'd suggest you didn't tell a lady that you weren't surprised to be their first offer."

"You misconstrue my words, Ms. Y/N," your name on his tongue made you freeze for a moment -as he continued, playfully, "-I mean, I'm much disappointed I didn't ask ya first. Men asking you to dance with how beautiful you are is only a given, I'd just hoped to beat out the competition tonight."

You flushed, diverting your eyes back to him, "Well, thank you, I'm glad you think me as such. But I am curious, how did you know I'd attend?"

Mr. Grimes stilled, the pink up to his ears now and flushed below his collar, "I didn't know, I suppose I just hoped."

"And sent out personal invitations?" You questioned, eyebrows raised, "-In fact, how did you know that was my family? Or was it a sort of guessing game?"

If possible, the man in front of you grew a brighter pink and a part of your stomach flipped at the idea that it was you causing such a fluster, "I... Well, it's rather embarrassin', I'm not sure I should share."

"Right," you teased -trying to soothe his nerves, "-and what would call my father and Headmistress asking if you were to marry?"

"Endearing," he answered, honestly, face set in a sort of dashing smile that crinkled at the eye, "-it's endearin' that they care about ya so."

"Oh, please," you tsked -ignoring the crimson on your own cheeks (quite the pair the two of you must've looked to be), "-you're just avoiding the question."

Mr. Grimes grinned, "Is it that obvious?"

"Very."

He sighed, fingers running over his lapel again (a habit, you realized now), "-Do you remember what the courier said to whomever opened the door?"

"Hardly," you hummed in response, something else was particularly on your mind, "-but, I believe it was confirming who we were. What residence he was in."

"Right, yes," the man spoke, a bit too quickly, "-well, apparently, there are 10 'Greene' households in the approximate vicinity."

You paused, just for a second processing his words, but he merely waited for you. Not eager to say it himself.

"You..." you began -a twist of disbelief and flattery bundling in your stomach, "You sent a personal invitation to every 'Greene' household?"

"It was all I knew of you," he spoke, a little wistfully -and the crimson painted your cheeks as naturally as the puff of breath out of your chest, "-I know it's strange an' out of place, but I found I'd like to get to know you, Ms. Greene. The proper ways."

You were speechless, eyes flitted across his face -trying to find any sort of deceit or anything but genuine honesty. Your heart fluttered in your chest, almost absent-mindedly; natural with the presence of Mr. Grimes.

"Berry baskets aren't proper then?"

"Sure they are," he smiled -and you found you still couldn't quite grasp the pure charm held there, "-in the way I intended them."

Raising a brow, you inquired, "And what way is that, Mr. Grimes?"

"Oh," he answered with the smooth nature of a wind's gentle breeze -blue eyes set with a sense of honesty that bubbled up your arm, goosebumps in the wake, "-I'm sure you're well aware."

[therealheatherc]

⋆ˊˎ- Introduction

Listen, I didn't set up this account. Heather Duke did, for some reason. So don't expect me to like, know how to use this damn thing.

I'm Heather Chandler AKA The Girl in Red, Heather #1, The Demon Queen of Westerburg etc. (Yes, yes I go by many names. I know, It's so very.)

Sooo, basically I'm a big deal down at Westerburg High and if you don't know me, Well Heather McNamara says to count yourself lucky. (Although personally, if I was you I'd be upset about it.)

You can use this account to like, ask me things and talk to me, but don't send me creepy, weird stuff (Looking at you Kurt Kelly.) or try and like....ask me out through here, take me on a date to the 7/11 at the LEAST.

Also, If I respond to you on here. It doesn't mean ANYTHING in the hallways. So if I respond to you Courtney, it doesn't make you a Heather!

Anyway this stupid keyboard is making my fingers hurt and it's ruining my nails so, I'm ending this here. Plus I have more important things to do like use Heather Duke as a makeup tester and annoying Sawyer. So.....

Don't miss me too much!

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⋆ˊˎ- OOC Below! (Headcannons, RP Mains, Rules ect.)

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⋆ˊˎ- Rules

No NSFW (light NSFW jokes are exempt from this.)

No Discrimination, it will not be tolerated

No creepy requests

This is an RP Acc, not a real person

I am to keep this Acc. in character as much as possible, everything 'she' says is strictly for RP and is not to be taken literally.

⋆ˊˎ- Inspirations ect.

My Heather Chandler Is based off JKW's Chandler (Off-Bway) as well as parts of Kim Walker's Chandler (1988).

My Chandler knows things across all versions of Heathers (Film, Off-Bway & West End) so, anything regarding that is fine.

I do intend for my Chandler to be a bit more ruthless and she will curse very openly.

We don't talk about 2018 Heathers, just no.

My Chandler has had the relationships which are only in the movie. (David & Allegedly, Peter Dawson.)

⋆ˊˎ- Headcannons

Ships: Idk, Any Ig? Chandlmara, ChanDuke, ChanSaw are all on the table. (Poly Heathers & Ronnie? Can also be purely platonic.) I guess this depends on context.

Sexuality: Again same as above, I don't limit my chandler. (Although she's probably, mostly lesbian or y'know in a glass closet sitch, however she can evolve to be with context, aroace, bi ect. This may be subject to change one day though, same with above.)

My Chandler has two cats, The first is a white and gray Persian, his name is Stanley. (No it is not a reference to the Stanley Cup.) The second is another boy cat, who is a brown Maine Coon. His name is Samson.

Ancestry, nationality: I've always headcannoned my Chandler as British and or a German-American. (Primarily British)

My Heather is 16. (Derived from the movie)

She will verbally attack you if you upset or Hurt the other Heathers (Mainly McNamara but also Duke)

Important things in Heathers life (In Order)

- Stanley & Samson

- Her Position as Queen Bee (Ik It looks bad, but it's Heather..)

- Her 'Girls' (Mac & Duke, sometimes Ronnie, mainly refers to Ronnie as her 'Pillowcase' or her 'Nerd')

- Her Blazer, Heels & scrunchie.

- Her Porsche

For those asking, is she dead?: Yesn't. Take that how you will.

She will answer any questions with blatant honesty. (Unless you're exposing her being closeted....)

She can be slightly flirty in response to asks ect (On Request). Obviously not explicitly but like, if you are looking for a slightly flirty (like borderline flirty, more so sassy) response just mark it with this emoji > 🪄

DO NOT BRING UP PETER DAWSON OR DAVID. (Or do, your choice. This isn't a rule, you can use it against her its just a recommendation...its a sensitive topic for Heather.)

Hates Courtney with every ounce of her being.

(Check my main blog for more in depth headcannons for Chandler which should release soon.)

⋆ˊˎ- Names I will be using for Other Characters.

Veronica - Sawyer, Pillowcase, Nerd, Ronnie, Ronni', Ronica', V, Roni, RonRon, The dead girl walking (and or) writing.

Heather McNamara- McNamara, Mac, Mackie, Mac n Cheese, Sunshine, Little Miss Cheer Captain, Dandelion.

Heather Duke- Duke, Duchess, Green Bean, Bookworm, library lady, Duke Darling (Usually to annoy her/Condescending sometimes for real)

Kurt & Ram - Jockstraps, Idiot 1 & 2 ect. (Purely insults)

Jason Dean - Jason, Mr Dean, Psycho Trenchcoat Kid, That, Mr Breaking & Entering.

⋆ˊˎ- RP Blog Mains

Jason Dean (JD) - @norwegian-in-the-boiler-room

Veronica Sawyer- @greasylittlenobody

Heather McNamara - @heathermcnamara1989

Heather Duke - @duck-duke-goose

Kurt Kelly -

Ram Sweeney -

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[moonshineplaydate]

Woo, hi sorry for not posting in a while, I do hope to write some actual fics soon but the ideas aren’t flowing, so I may end up opening requests, it anyway here are some more headcanons I hope y’all like them!! These girls need some serious comfort because oh my lord was this show a hard watch. Also shhhh, they’re all alive and happy in this.

Madoka Magica Age Regression Headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of witches, shouting, food, mentions of involuntary regression.

Madoka

•Honestly I could see her as going either as a regressor or a caregiver.

•More of a babysitter than a caregiver but still very attentive to littles.

•Calls littles things like, ‘Sweetie’, ‘Sugar’, or ‘Baby’ depending how young they’re feeling.

•Loves baking treats for littles, and lets them help with the smaller, safer tasks. And yes she does let littles eat any extra batter.

•She can’t really carry littles all that well, but she’s more than happy to let them hold her hand if they want. Cuddles, hugs and other physical affection are also more than welcome!

•She is not good at imposing rules on littles, except for when it comes to their safety. More than usual, she’ll let littles stay up later than they’re supposed to or eat extra sweets as long as they promise to behave.

•Madoka also isn’t that good with punishing littles, mainly because she literally just cannot get angry or frustrated or impatient with them. She stays patient and tries to ask her little what’s wrong and if that doesn’t work, she has to call in Mami for support.

•She takes care of everyone in the Holy Quintet, but Homeru and Sayaka are her favourites.

•Madoka is a lot more casual about her regression. If your friends with her, she’ll probably admit it to you.

•She doesn’t slip too young, she mainly slips to 5 and above but sometimes goes a bit smaller if she’s upset and needs some extra attention.

•Her little gear included a pink pace, a few pairs of PJ’s, a sippy cup and plushies. Loads and loads of plushies, each of them are named of course. Little Madoka can’t sleep without at least one plush with her.

•Her playtime is usually just roleplaying as the plushies with her friends.

•Little Madoka is just a total sweetheart, she doesn’t really get fussy and loves any attention she can get, but that does mean she can get a little clingy.

•Her caregivers don’t mind though, she’s mainly cared for by Homeru but also Sayaka and Mami.

•Absolutely loved cuddles and head pats.

•Whenever she goes to bed, her caregiver has to kiss her forehead and also every single one of her plushies so that they have enough attention too.

•This is more general for every little on this list, but shouting is strictly off limits, they’re sensitive to it.

•She loves sweets when she’s little, but especially hot chocolate with marshmallows, it’s her favourite.

Sayaka

•Like Madoka, I can see her going either way!

•Like every single magical girl in the show, they desperately deserve a way to de-stress, but I also think she’d make a pretty good caregiver.

•When she’s a caregiver, Sayaka is a lot more stubborn with rules than Madoka since she knows it’s for the best. If her little breaks a rule, she normally just gives them a metaphorical slap on the wrist but if it keeps going, they’re put in timeout.

•She has a whole playlist of relaxing music if she wants to help her little calm down or go to sleep.

•Sayaka uses her powers to heal any ouchies her little may get, and also just to entertain them.

•Like Madoka, Sayaka’s physically affectionate if her little doesn’t mind, she loves carrying around littles.

•Sayaka frets over her littles a lot so she likes to check in on them when they’re sleeping to make sure they’re safe.

•Calls little things like, ‘Cutie’, ‘Sweetie’, or ‘Darling’.

•Her main little is Kyoko, but she also takes care of Madoka!

•Sayaka’s age ranges a lot when she’s little depending on her mood. If she just wants to be taken care of, she’ll slip to around three but if she just wants to be a kid, she’ll probably slip to seven, like Madoka.

•The two even have play dates if they slip at the same time.

•Due to that though, her little gear varies a lot. She has plenty of sippy cups, but also bottles. Her outfits always consist of skirts, she loves them when she’s small! Sayaka also has pacis and blankets, but doesn’t have many toys other than a few dolls.

•Just like when she’s big, she can be very stubborn when she’s little, so her caregivers usually have to negotiate or persuade her to go to sleep, eat something, etc.

•Physical touch for her is really dependant on if she’s in the mood. Sometimes she can’t get enough hugs and other times, she’ll throw a tantrum if she’s touched. She always loves praise and nicknames though.

•Even when she’s small, Sayaka can talk like a big girl.

•Her favourites to be called are ‘Angel’ (from Mami) and ‘Darling’ (Kyoko)

•Can be very fussy about bed times but she is out like a light the moment her head touches a pillow.

•She really loves listening to music when she’s little, to the point that headphones are part of her little gear. It also means that she loves lullabies, singing them or receiving them!

•Normally taken care of by Mami, Madoka and Kyoko!

Mami

•Mami is 100% a caregiver, she really enjoys taking care of littles!

•Calls little things like, ‘Angel’, ‘Cherub’, and ‘Baby’.

•Whatever a little needs, she will do it! Want to play dress up? She has more than enough outfits. Need to sit around and have some quiet time? She’ll have noise cancelling headphones. Want some snacks but don’t have any? She’ll happily make you something!

•Bakes treats ahead of time for her littles with Madoka.

•Mami loves brushing her littles hair and it’s always so gentle and calming. It’s also a way she gets her littles to relax and regress, just gently brushing their hair and asking them questions about their day.

•Normally carries around an extra little bag with her in case one of her friends regresses.

•Mami always speak to littles so softly and gives them all of her attention.

•She’s constantly complimenting her littles about how adorable and perfect they are!

•Tells her littles stories about her witch hunts, though they are very watered down to be child friendly.

•Has tea parties with her littles, where she gives them a ton of sweets, juice, tea, milk, hot chocolate, whatever they want really!

•If a little can only talk by babbling nonsense, Mami will nod along and respond like she understands what they’re saying.

•Mami takes care of everyone else in the Holy Quintet: Madoka, Sayaka, Homeru and Kyoko.

Homura

•Somebody give her a break, man-

•Homura is a flip!

•When she’s a caregiver, she’s not very good at showing affection, unless it’s with Madoka. It comes a little easier to her to praise and compliment the girl than it does with other littles.

•That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try though. Even though she primarily looks after Madoka, she still gets gift for small Kyoko.

•Homura is surprisingly well with kids! She didn’t socialise much in her teen years so she gets along with them much better!

•Homura calls her littles, ‘Precious’ or ‘Sunshine’, but she has to remind herself to use nicknames a lot, she usually just calls them by their real name.

•She’s a great person to play with, she’ll go along with basically anything her little wants.

•As long as it’s safe, she’s always watching her little to make sure they don’t get hurt.

•Homura puts everything she has into taking care of her littles, and is really good at figuring out their needs.

•Very protective of her littles, it’s her main way of showing affection.

•When Homura is little, she’s pretty much entirely non-verbal. It’s part of the reason she’s so good at understanding other littles when they’re non verbal!

•She mainly communicated through little squeaks or hums, or just by making grabby motions with her hands.

•She doesn’t have specific age ranges, she just describes herself as, ‘Baby’, or ‘Big Girl’.

•That’s if you can get her to describe herself at all, Homura is pretty closed off about her regression. It’s usually involuntary since she bottles it up until she mentally can’t handle it anymore and needs some small time.

•Luckily, Madoka and Mami are more than happy to provide the girl with that comfort!

•She really only even opened up to Madoka, nervously explaining how her regression worked and Madoka was more than supportive, even buying the girl her little gear!

•That gear includes a black paci, a bottle for when she’s small and a sippy cup with cute cats on it for when she’s a big girl! She also has a sketch pad to doodle in when she’s small, as well a black cat plushie she named Smoke.

•Homura does regress more often now with Madoka, with Mami taking care of her when Madoka is unavailable. She still loves being taken cared of by Mami though, mainly because she loves the attention!

•Speaking of, physical affection! She likes giving it out when she’s a caregiver because it lets her little know she cares but she loves receiving it even more! Cuddling is by far her favourite, and she loves snuggling with Smoke!

•Her favourite nicknames to be called are ‘Sweetie’ and ‘Baby’, both coming from Madoka.

•Homura uses her sketch book to draw out how she feels a lot of the time.

•Loves having her hair played with whenever she’s small, especially by Mami.

Kyoko

•My poor baby, she deserves the world.

•Kyoko is a flip but definitely more of a regressor than a caregiver!

•I see her regressing towards the age of 3, but she’ll go younger if she’s sleepy.

•Kyoko can be a grouchy little when she’s regressed, stubborn and loud. But that doesn’t stop Sayaka from being the best caregiver to her ever!

•She loves physical affection when she’s little, cuddling the most but being held is nice.

•Her favourite nicknames to be called are, ‘Cutie’ and ‘Darling’ from Sayaka, even if little Kyoko will claim that she is definitely not cute!

•She is lying, she’s adorable.

•Kyoko’s little gear includes a red paci, a bottle and a cheetah onesie she likes to wear, which Sayaka thinks is adorable. She normally isn’t up for play time but when she is, Sayaka doesn’t mind her borrowing her toys as long as she asks nicely.

•That can be a challenge for little Kyoko but her manners have gotten a lot better with Sayaka taking care of her!

•Kyoko has a lot of trouble talking when she’s small, either her words coming out as babbling or she can only get out a few words really quietly.

•Like Sayaka, she can be fussy about rules but given that Sayaka is also very stubborn, Kyoko normally ends up backing down and listening to her.

•Sayaka always make sure Kyoko knows she’s very appreciative of her when she does that.

•Kyoko cannot get enough food when she’s little, she’s constantly wanting more! It’s part of the reason why she loves hanging out with Madoka and Mami when she’s small, she loves the tea parties and the snacks! Sayaka still cooks for her and even buys her treats when she’s good.

•When she’s regressing to go to sleep though, Kyoko is pretty much a little angel. No fussing, no tantrums, just a tired girl needing to go to sleep, which her caregiver is more than happy to help her out with.

•When she’s feeling bigger though, bed time can be much harder for Kyoko so Sayaka just makes sure she’s tuckered out before then.

•Kyoko is a pretty decent caregiver! Like Homura, she’s not that good with showing affection, her compliments usually come off as more awkward but she does really mean it!

•Calls her littles things like ‘Rascal’, ‘Kiddo’ and calls Sayaka ‘Darling’ when she’s small.

•Her main way of showing affection to littles is by giving them food, but other than that, she also tells them stories (which Mami usually has to make sure are age appropriate), and she usually holds her little’s hand!

•Kyoko is surprisingly gentle with her little, mainly because she’s cautious she might accidentally hurt them.

•Sayaka is definitely her favourite person to take care of, she doesn’t mind how fussy or stubborn she gets, she can handle her tantrums quite well by giving her some time to get the emotions all out of her system. Afterwards, she’ll take Sayaka to somewhere quiet and put on sound music for her, and then ask if she wants to talk about her feelings.

•They’re so sweet I’m gonna get diabetes.

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[redstarwriting]

too easy

stephen strange x reader

requested?: yes

request: “okay hi! i was wondering if you could write a imagine with stephen strange where the reader is the daughter of the ancient one and she is ridiculously powerful like even more powerful than the ancient one and saves stephen’s life and defeats mordo, stephen falls in love with her and asks her to stay and protect the sanctum with him? i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense cause i’m horrible at explaining my thoughts. thank you!”

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

warnings: language, awkward rambling, flash thompson, mentions of alcohol, angsty peter for a bit

a/n: and we’re BACK. fitting for me to return with writing something about andrew garfield’s spider-man. when i tell you i was OBSESSED with these films when i was like 12, i mean it. anyways, please enjoy, and take this as a peace offering for disappearing for like two years lol

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Being the most powerful sorcerer on Earth had it’s perks, but it also had it’s downsides. The obvious perk? You are quite literally the most powerful sorcerer on Earth. The biggest downside? You’re constantly compared to your mother. Your mom being the Ancient One seems all fun and cute and you absolutely love her, but if everyone could stop comparing you to her for like, five minutes? That would be great. Especially Mordo. He tends to do it way more than any other person you know. 

And you hate it. 

In fact, it made you beg your mother to stay away from him. Of course she agreed, she knew how much you disliked him and what kind of mother would she be if she didn’t listen to you. To everyone else, it looked like you ran away from magic, but in reality, you were set to guard the Earth from whatever evil magical encounters befell it. Mordo of course constantly tried to tell others that you ran away from your responsibilities, so where was your shock when you realized he turned evil? Oh, that’s right, it didn’t exist. It just pissed you off more than anything. Your mother helped this man and he repaid her memory by doing this? No. Absolutely not. And that’s how you ended up in the position you were in. 

You knew about Stephen Strange. Your mother would talk to you about him before he even came to train under her, so you knew of his powers. What you didn’t know was he was an idiot disguised as a genius He tried to go after Mordo himself, and while he could have easily taken him when Mordo was his typical self, Mordo had been collecting magic from other sorcerers for multiple months now. Strange was still more powerful, but he severely underestimated the situation. When you showed up, Mordo was about to drain Stephen of his magic. Luckily, you put a stop to that almost immediately. 

“Mordo,” you say, making him whip around to face you. “(Y/n)? Finally decide to stop running away from your problems?”

“Oh please. Why do you think the only problem lately was Dormamu? I’ve been busy saving your ass this whole time,” you respond, glaring. It’s true. Stephen was supposed to defeat Dormamu, you just had to make sure nothing else was happening that would destroy his chances at becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, a title which you could have had if you actually wanted it. You knew what you were meant to do. Your mother had trained you with the Eye of Agamotto ever since you were a child, which is now sitting pretty on Stephen Strange’s neck. Mordo scoffs at you, completely disregarding Strange and putting his full attention on you. “You may be powerful, child, but I’ve been improving my skills.”

“Uh, no, actually, you’ve been stealing other people’s magic and therefore gaining it for yourself. I see no improvement, just an asshole who wants to feel more important than he actually is,” you say, giving a shrug. You clench your fists, making sure your rings are securely on your fingers. Not just the portal ones, if need me you could move to a different place knowing Mordo will follow you and leave the future Sorcerer Supreme safe… for now, but also some of your artifacts. There were two rings that chose you specifically, and lucky for you, one of them contained a tiny piece of the time stone, something about it that is unknown to most. Of course, it makes sense, you mastered the eye of Agamotto and then just willingly gave it up? No, I don’t think so. This ring makes it possible for you to continue using the magic you mastered so long ago. For most sorcerers, it would be nearly impossible due to the size of the shard, but for you? Piece of cake. The other ring is one that protects you. It can form into something of a shield all around your body, making magical attacks difficult to get through to you and physical attacks comparable to a blow of wind. Of course, it is named Achilles ring because although you may seem invincible to the average person, anyone with information about the ring knows where your weak spot is. And those are just the ring artifacts that chose you.

Mordo glares at you. “I AM IMPORTANT!” he booms, “YOU are the one who ran away! YOU are the one who appeared at this moment hoping to be more important than you are! YOU are a scared child, afraid of responsibilities and--“ Before he can finish, you blast him backward with a wave of your hand. He hits the stone wall behind him with a thud, falling to the ground. “I’m not a child,” you grumble, glancing at Stephen Strange, “Only my mom could call me child.” You yank your necklace off, and it immediately turns into a magical sword, the blade a glowing beam of light that you can control and bend at your will. He chuckles, standing up again. “Your mother is—”

“I recommend you don’t finish that sentence,” you growl, and whip your arm. The beam of light forms into that of a lasso, tying around Mordo tightly. You grunt, using your strength to fling him over your head and into the ground on your left, and then proceed to do the same on your right before releasing him from his constraints. “I’m well aware there is a fight going on here, but would anyone care to tell me who you might be?” Strange asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. “Not the time, Doctor,” you say as Mordo slowly stands again, his angry expression somehow morphing into an even angrier one. He raises his hand to do something, and your ring quickly activates, covering your body in an iridescent sheen. Mordo screams in frustration and starts sprinting toward you, pulling out a knife. You hold your hand out, freezing him in place. “Strange, open a portal to Wong, now,” you say and he looks taken aback. You smile slightly as you see Cloak shake in amusement and watch Strange glare at the artifact before opening a portal. Sure enough, Wong is just sitting and enjoying tea which he promptly drops when he sees you freezing Mordo in time. “Can I ask how you’re doing that? Or is it still—”

“Not the time,” you and Wong both say. “Not the time, of course, not the time even though the bad guy is frozen in front of your face. Not the time,” you hear Strange mumble, sitting down on a rock as Cloak pats his shoulder. “Don’t sit down yet, Strange, how proficient are you with the eye?” you ask, glancing at him. “I saved the world with it. Stuck myself in a time loop and convinced Dormamu to—”

“Yeah, I know that, but can you do what I’m doing right now?” you cut him off and he blinks at you slowly. “Yes. Obviously.” “Great, take over,” you say, immediately freeing Mordo who continues to scream and run towards you again. You don’t even flinch as he gets so close that his knife is about to swipe at your only point of weakness. Of course, before he can, Stephen freezes him. You look over at him. “Took you a little long over there."

“Now how the hell was I supposed to know you would just let him go and not give me any time to prepare to stop him?”

“You shouldn’t need time. Always be ready to make a decision without thinking. Your logic will be your downfall,” you tell him, as you place your hand on Mordo’s chest. You begin extracting the magic he stole from everyone else from his body, including his own. You frown. You’ve always hated this type of magic. Fitting that Mordo would willingly use it. When you finish, you nod towards Strange, who lets him go from his frozen state. He crumples to the ground and you look down at him. “You did this to yourself, you know,” you say to him and turn toward Wong. “You can handle it from here?” you ask and he nods. “Of course.” He passes through the portal, forcefully lifting Mordo from the ground and leading him to Kamar Taj. Now that he is unable to use magic, he will be contained. Perfect. “Is it the right time now? Because I have questions and you have the answers,” you hear Stephen say and turn towards him. He walks closer to you, and you grin. “I will answer three questions.”

“Three?!”

“Or I could just leave, whichever you prefer,” you shrug and he rolls his eyes. “Is this how difficult I am to deal with?”

“Well, considering this is the first and only time I’ve interacted with you and you need to know everything about me? Yes,” you turn and he follows you. “Fine. Three questions. Who are you?”

“(Y/n). Daughter of the Ancient One, most powerful sorcerer on Earth, last name unknown,” you answer and he raises his eyebrows. “A little cocky, don’t you think?”

“It’s only cocky when it isn’t true. I’m simply stating facts,” you shrug. He shakes his head. “How did you freeze Mordo like that?” You hold up your ring. “You didn’t think the eye of Agamotto was the only artifact that used the time stone, surely. There’s a chip in the stone, correct?”

“Yes.”

“That shard?” you tap the ring, “It’s welded into the metal of this ring. It’s small but has all the power of the Eye of Agamotto,” you explain and he hums in response. “And here I thought I was special.”

“You kind of are. Not many are able to do what you do, so be proud of it. You are the second most powerful sorcerer on Earth, after all. That’s an impressive feat,” you pat his shoulder and he scoffs slightly. “Second most…? Yeah, whatever. One more question?”

“One more question.”

“Come to the Sanctum? We can protect Earth together?”

“I can’t say yes to that just yet.”

“And why not?”

“It would be far too easy for you,” you respond with a smirk. You see a glint of excitement and determination in his eyes as you open a portal and step through it. “Will I see you again?”

“I said three—”

“I know. That one was rhetorical. I already know the answer,” he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes, closing the portal. You’ve spent years hearing about Doctor Stephen Strange from your mother. Now it seems you’ll spend years around him. He just has to catch you first.

[quinloki]

Ok so, I shit u not, since u said I could pick who to talk about, I decided to use a number generator to pick for me and it picked my Kid Pirates OC LMAOOOO who was inspired by this, really fantastic fic by @standfucker (if I remember right the title is “Rotations” but don’t quote me on that)(also note that this is the crew I am the LEAST familiar with but the most FASCINATED by atm)

So, let’s get into Zella(he/she), my newest OC (like, literally came up with her in the last couple of weeks)! She is a 5’5”, 22-24 spunky lil shit from the West Blue, who loves her crew and ONLY them, fuck the rest of the world. He’s punk (ofc), usually sporting a cropped deep red and green leather jacket, long fingerless gloves, and black tank top and high waisted pants, with boots (a pair she’s had since before the Kid Pirates and would stab a bitch for as they were a gift). Short dark green hair, with two little white tufts that poke out in front of her ears and frame her face. (Im kinda shooting for like, a hummingbird kinda vibe for her, but not like “cute smol, wants some flowers” and more “I will stab u with my beak if u get near my flower” deal. A colorful chihuahua if u will)

Since Zella is so new I don’t have a lot aside from design vibes, but I have some key things

• as One Piece characters tend to have, his childhood? Fucked up. Got dragged around hopping island to island with their shitty parents until they finally abandoned him. He tried to find comfort and friendship with the local kids and it, didn’t go well. Let’s just say the fingerless gloves r there for more than fashion. Once she managed to leave THAT shitty place, Zella found an island home that, while on paper it’s not a good place, there were few people who actually took her in. Until that too was taken, resulting in Kid Pirate Zella.

• can and has climbed her crewmates like trees to get a better vantage point. It’s usually Wire or Killed, Kid in a knee-jerk reaction threw him overboard. Zella has not let him forget about it since.

• Has the filthiest mouth of my OCs, but is not immune to being flustered into place (which happens more often than she’d like)

• will pick the spiciest food and eat it with no reaction (Dive took a bite thinking she could handle it. She could not)

• very skilled at sewing and has helped her crew with fixing and customizing their clothes on many occasions. Do NOT touch her chaotic corner of supplies, she knows where everything is and somehow always knows if it’s been messed with. A l w a y s.

• has two tattoos (atm, may add more later), one in particular being an under chin tattoo of a red star/flower shaped pattern. Does not remember the night it happened, at all.

• always has a knife hidden somewhere on her person. Full body searched? HA u missed the one between her ass cheeks bitch

And that’s it for rn!!!! I have a lot more I want to develop and figure out for Zella, but I also have to get to know her crew first lmao thanks for letting me ramble!

Sincerely,

The 🌷

Holy shit - hey Zen - idk if the tag in an ask will ping you, but I'mma assume yes - Your one-shot birthed an OC for someone!!

And yeah, it's called Rotation - that one and Whiteout whew.

Anyway, we're talking about your Zella and I love him \o/ What you have so far is fantastic, and it's certainly enough for a full fledged OC, so I don't think you have to worry about that.

And it doesn't take much honestly, sometimes character creation is a long long process, and sometimes they come to us all at once. And sometimes real development happens in the parameters of a story, but you've got her down solid already. I love the bullets and the little personal bits here and there with the crew.

If you're fascinated with the Kid Pirate crew, I gotta make sure you're aware of @swampstew - she's got a Meet the Crew series, and yeah it's based on her head canon of them, but it's a great place to start in my opinion. (I imagine you are if you follow me, I love her Kid Pirate passion, and I bet if you're nice and ask for some head canons she'd share as much as me xD ❤️🥰)

[taeilskitty]

Hey there! I saw that you open for a request so here's what I thought : what kind of sound did nct make when having sex? Are they more into whimpers, groans, or maybe dirty talk? Thank you so much for answering my question and hope you have a good day!

i was BORN to answer this omg. lemme tell you, i have thought about this so SO much!! (i'm leaving chenji out of this bc i don't know how people feel about that yet)

anyways, i hope u enjoy and i hope this matches what you had in mind <3

taeil

oh fuck. taeil is most certainly a groaner. i think (and trust me, i've thought a lot) he must make these gorgeous low moans like right in the back of his throat if that makes sense - have you ever heard his bubble voice messages? oh my god, they're so fucking hot. his raspy voice in the middle of the night is just to die for. that makes me CONVINCED that he dirty talks super up close. even thinking about it makes me shiver :(( he's the king of praise, i just know it. i think he degrades too, but his favourite is when he mixes both together - "you look so pathetic there baby, how cute." "daddy loves his pretty slut so much." "god you're so fucking good for me, my cockslut~" taeil also asks things, i think that suits him so much. "yeah? you like that?" "is daddy's cock too big baby? shh, i'll be done soon..."

taeyong

whiner. whiner. undoubtedly. this boy has the sweetest, prettiest little moans... he gets all high pitched when he's close and oh god when he sinks into subspace he just mewls and his voice gets so weak </3 little "yes" and "a-ah thank you"s slip out because he such a good kitten. he's so precious... and if he gets asked to speak while he's getting fucked he just squeaks out an answer. "m.. love it... ah..." n he will never fail to say his please and thank yous - he's so well mannered even when hes getting used !!!

johnny

this is just. oh my. i think he's silent for the most part. heavy breathing and quiet grunts and groans until he's close. THAT'S when he starts moaning, all sorts of things slipping out. "god you're so good" "i love this hole so much" ahh??! i think he talks down too. fuck !!! daddy!johnny is so patronising, and not just outside of the bedroom. kinda like taeil, he asks things, but he makes u feel so dumb and cock drunk :( AH AND he like... coos when you feel all dazed from his cock... "awh~ is that good? you like that don't you sweetheart? yeah, i know."

yuta

i have this vision of yuta just SLAMMING from behind with his face right up in your ear, telling you all sorts of dirty things lowly with just the hottest voice ever. he's very vocal about what he wants, and he loves cumming inside... so expect him to talk about that. oh, he is so fucking possessive too. "hmm. mine. this is mine. you're mine." he probably bites your ear/neck when he says it... the grunts that come out when he slams are enough to send anyone reeling, but i bet he tells you "fuck. gonna. gonna cum in my fuckdoll--" n his voice just trails off as he fills you up and sighs<33

kun

now kun is !! an interesting one !! ... i envision him as a pretty hard dom, so i don't think he's any stranger to degrading. that being said, i think he's more talkative when he's giving punishments (e.g. spanking over his thigh... heaven<33) rather than when he's fucking. i think he moans lowly, semi-quietly but as he gets more and more pent up he gets louder. (i think this is the case for most of the nct doms but oh well) he'll praise how good you make him feel - assuming you've been behaved enough - but that doesn't stop him from cursing under his breath at every chance he gets ,,..

doyoung

definitely has pretty moans !! he probably does whine, but i mean that in a dom way - if that makes sense? higher pitched moans but not pathetic, in fact it's probably paired with him whispering "fuck yes, good [insert ur fave petname here]". i think he's the type to kiss you a lot during sex and like... moan into your mouth; any space not taken up by the sound of moans will for sure be filled with the sound of his panting and his tongue dancing with yours.

ten

another semi-whiner. i always saw him as a dom but i'm sliiightly succumbing to the idea that he may be a switch... which is why i think there's so much BEAUTY in his moans?? ten makes really pretty, breathy whines and moans i'm sure, i don't particularly think he talks a crazy amount but rather short instructions. (yes i'm going back to dom!ten) "turn around." "get on your knees" "quiet." AH !! he always lets you know what he needs - however, sub!ten will just whine and squirm till you make him cum because he is most definitely a slut who takes anything:(

jaehyun

first of all, this man wrecks me to the fucking core, and i could talk about this for... a while. but his moans are definitely like, raspy high-pitched type. think about his vocals. esp in try again... i bet you they sound like THAT. i'm sure he talks a bit too, tbh he probably says rather textbook dirty things but it sounds so fucking hot when it's him. "yeah take it, take my cock" "fuck yes just like that", he loves how you whine when he moans right up next to you btw - it just makes him do it even more. oh, and bonus - he will never call you ANYTHING without prefixing it with my or daddy's. daddy's girl, daddy's boy, daddy's pet, my dirty slut... ahh<3

winwin

it's almost contrasting to jaehyun but sicheng's voice is so low. i can't explain this in any way other than that he's kitty, but his moans are so... puppy? and when he's fucked, he makes himself sound so dumb too. he's constantly slurring his words and biting his lip because he's trying to keep quiet but anyone who walks by the room will hear "mm.. m!!" because he just can't help himself :( when he's close he probably squeaks like taeyong and cums all over the place GOD i want him

jungwoo

oh god there's no doubt that jungwoo talks SO much during sex. he probably loses his fucking mind with how good he feels. he's such a good boy but sometimes you just need him to shut up - but he can't. he squeaks out a little moan when you push into him, or when you start touching his cock, but withn minutes he's babbling non-stop; "oh god oh god mommy/daddy i love it so much, a-ah like that, please~"

lucas

my brain used to be convinced that xuxi was a dom, but i'm now sure he's a switch. either way, his moans are pretty much the same. they're very heavy and... i guess manly is the best way to put it. in my head i can literally picture him being like "ughhh..." when you start fucking because he just feels like he's wanted to fuck you so desperately - yes, even if you fucked hours before. it's always so breathy and moany and i think he sounds like a bit of a fuckboy tbh... "fuck yeah" as he slides his cock into you? THANKS

mark

loud baby loud baby LOUD BABY:((( no matter how much you cover that pretty mouth of his he will be so LOUD!! he can't stop talking and whining and panting, kinda like jungwoo but honestly... more. he swears a lot too. he tries not to but he just can't help himself :( "aw shit... god shit!!!" under his breath UGHHFDGGDFDD SO FUCKING CUTE IM GONNA SCREAM !!! he's very polite though, so he always says sorry every single time :( he babbles like hell when he cums, he can't stop himself, again like jungwoo. "i'm gonna cum i'mgonnacumi- i'm -- ah fuck, shit--!!"

xiaojun

two words. action figure. everyone knew that was coming, HA - i'm sorry but THAT verse means we all know how he sounds. i think he tries his best to talk normally while you edge him but his little voice keeps on wavering and cracking and just... he can't help but sound all pretty and pathetic :( but surely dejun has some (very frequent) moments where he can't keep his front anymore and just whines like a whore because it feels so good<3

hendery

the things i'd let this man do to me:))) i think at first he'd actually try and hide his moans because he feels like that's what he's supposed to do, but no. for me personally, i know i would NOT LET THAT HAPPEN !! he probably sucks the air in through his teeth in an attempt to hide it - it's very fucking sexy when he does that, granted - but he can't keep doing that for long. i think he hums and laughs when he can't keep it in any longer because he almost feels some kinda defeat but then he just moans semi-loudly and lets out a "good girl/boy/baby... let me fuck you, huh?"

renjun

renjun scares the fuck out of me. why? because his moans are fairly quiet. he's master and it S H O W S. he grunts quietly, maybe muttering things under his breath like "so fucking tight" "mmh there you go..." to fill some silence but he does it subconsciously; he goes so far into domspace sometimes that he just can't control himself. when he's close he talks through his teeth and he's like "i'm. i'm gonna cum baby..."and the more you whine on his cock the more he just laughs at you because he's a sadist hhhhhhhhhhh.........

jeno

most definitely a fun one... you see when he's sub, he pants and whines and drools all over himself like a big dumb puppy boy and he just breathes so heavy n his moans are all shaky... if he's a brat he will try and talk big but he can't take it, he just gets so pathetic and !!! but dom jeno is fucking TERRIFYING because he talks down and tries his best to intimidate you. he chuckles and degrades you, but one of his faves is when he can big himself up under his breath. "look at you now. you love this fucking cock."

haechan

this isn't good for my mental health :) i fucking cannot TAKE this brat :) AHA! hyuckie is honestly such a whore, he's bratty and rude and always talks back at you like he's the king of the fucking world. he's constantly laughing at you and trying so hard to make you feel like you're not worthy but he feels so good he just gets fucked dumb by you :( he is SO loud too. he wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore he is and he makes sure he puts on his prettiest pornstar moans. he whines like his life depends on it. on the off chance that he's being a good boy, he begs and cries and whimpers when he finally cums - and i mean CRIES. sobs. he'll be heaving by the time you're done with him, but god he fucking loves it.

jaemin

fuck... fuck okay... well firstly he loves to talk. we all know how much he praises and how he's constantly showing his love off... that doesn't stop at fanservice, nope. he will fuck you like a ragdoll and keep calm and composed as ever, talking down to you as if you're in his lap for a soft cuddle. "baby loves nana so much hm~?" "oh you really love that don't you?" "you know you're so pretty. nana wants to cum in you so bad~" yes, he calls himself nana because he's a cocky fuck and loves how it sounds. especially when you're moaning it for him.

yangyang

i'm kinda in 2 minds about this... on the one hand, he's kinda like hyuckie in that he whines a LOT. but he can actually keep his composure - he's a breathy whiner, he's not quite as loud and he most certainy doesn't crumble as easily. (that's not to say that he can't, he most definitely can.) on the other hand i think when he's in a more neutral headspace rather than subby, he talks to you like a total fuckboy. not in a mean way but he's just like "hah. i know you love me fucking you like this." he gets so cocky and he sucks hickeys into your neck and hums quietly<3

shotaro

he's such a shy baby :( he wants to moan so much but he probably gets all self conscious and tries to hide it... so you gotta make him feel safe :( when he does he whimpers and it's so pretty and pathetic. the way he wells up with tears and hitches his breath is. adorable. he whispers "thank you... ah..." every time he feels that good and by the time he cums it's just falling from him like a waterfall :( the more comfortable he feels, though, the sluttier he can get... he will always be a good boy but i think he lets his whore side come out every once in a while <3

sungchan

last but most certainly not least, yet ANOTHER boy who pains me to the core. i think sungchan whimpers too. THERE I SAID IT. his cock is too big for his own good so he just... needs you to do SOMETHING to him :( he always sighs at first, maybe hissing just a little but then he gets to a point where he's quietly whimpering because he just needs to cum so fucking bad <//3 "need it... p-please..." he's always nervous to use titles but if he wants to cum he has no choice :( when his dom asks please who? he blushes bright red n mumbles a little "please mommy/daddy... 'm so good..." and god yes he is he deserves it so much ugh<33333333333333

[visionofhope04]

Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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[aquanova99]

Have you ever done this? Headcanons for Felix with a mate that is deathly afraid of him? I feel like even if they were another vampire, the fear could be there. If you haven’t, may I have some please? I love how you write for him. 🤍

Not you wanting to break his heart 😭😭 and therefore mine in the process. This question is too good and deep for me to not answer. God this is going to hurt, but if I’m sad I’m taking everybody with me

Edit: wow this was so much longer than I intended I should have just wrote a short fic at this point

Someone tell me why it’s actually hard to write this 😭 damn I’m going to have to have some backstory

You were created shortly before the Romanian Coven was diminished. Your creator had been focused on making as many newborns as possible and was killed before the venoms effects had completely taken over.

You were found by a nomad who had had his coven destroyed for breaking the law, you were completely unaware of this but he instills that fear in purpose to make you a loyal coven member. This nomad is malicious in every way telling you he will send you to the volturi unless you do what he wants

So needless to say when they run across you on a mission you are TERRIFIED

You saw the black capes you had heard so many stories about and you immediately curl into yourself and try to hide as if they couldn’t find you

Unfortunately for the both of you, Felix saw you first and even though you both felt the mate bond you started whimpering at the sight of them, your creator fleeing as quick as he could. Felix tried to come close to you

“It’s alright little one—“

“Please I didn’t do anything…don’t hurt me.”

The sight of you recoiling literally shatters Felixs heart. SHATTERS IT.

Felix is about to let you go but Demetri tells him how difficult the mate pull will be for the both of you. Jane was beginning to get impatient because she had been ready to go home. She offered to get Chelsea, you’d heard about her too and all you could was shake your head

Felix’s growl at Jane surprised you, you didn’t understand why they would want you to come to Volterra anyway. Alec offers to stay with you while they go get Aro and Marcus.

You’ve heard all about them from the vampire you were living with so no matter what Alec says to try and calm you down you are frozen in place. It isn’t until Aro comes that they figure out why you’re so frightened

Yes you hold your hand out for Aro, you value your life thank you very much

Marcus for some reason is able to calm you down enough and takes you out of earshot to convince you to come to the castle

You go hesitantly because as curious as you are about Felix, you had been told about him. The only vampire to never lose a fight, no technical power yet still strong enough to maintain a position in the volturi. He was known as the executioner. You shouldn’t get near him. No matter how much you wanted to.

Felix has always more of a flirty nature he’s actually very charming but after your first encounter he makes sure to keep his distance. He also makes sure to not try and give off the impression that he would flirt with anyone when his interest is on you.

He still wants to try and win you over but he knows it’s going to take a while and he will take his time he couldn’t handle rejection a second time

But poor thing literally can’t even talk to you, which for whatever reason is really bothering you. You can’t be scared of someone who doesn’t talk to you that’s ridiculous.

Besides that your first friend in the castle was Heidi and she had nothing BUT good things to say about Felix, the she talked about him irked you, if only for a bit. She assured you he had no interest in her, which was crazy because she’s gorgeous. But it did make you feel better and you hated it.

Then one day Heidi got a bouquet of roses from someone on the tour “I hate when they do this.” She said “they never even ask what kinds of flowers I like.” You find yourself telling her you agree and that you would prefer something like sunflowers

Lucky for Felix he’s been trying to listen to everything about you, and this is where it gets good folks because the next morning you find a bouquet of some beautiful sunflowers in the morning, and he makes sure to replace them when needed to. You found out about it after asking Heidi who had no idea where they came from (yeah, okay)

Your curiosity almost got the better of you but before you could ask Felix Demetri and the twins were sent out on a mission, the longer you stayed with the volturi the more you understood why they did what they did. Which meant now you were terrified something might go wrong

And it did. The group was separated and Felix had been ambushed, one of the guys managing to break an arm and Felix was pissed. They had managed to still take everyone out but that’s as close to losing as Felix gets. He’s sullen when he gets back to the castle, Demetri and the twins tell Heidi what happened and you almost immediately burst into tears. Any more newborns and Felix could have been outnumbered

You find him laying down on the bed in his room. Another thing he thought of to make you comfortable, you realize. You know he knows it’s you but he doesn’t open his eyes. He just continues to rest on his bed.

You sit down next to him and rest your hand on his arm, you feel him stiffen at your touch and you start to wonder how you were ever scared of him. He looked so vulnerable like this. His reaction to your touch wracks you with guilt you didn’t know was possible to feel for a member of the volturi. You feel yourself start to get upset again and without thinking you just fall into him, resting your head on his chest.

Words really aren’t needed and this is kinda what he’s been waiting for. He slowly arms his arms around you and when you don’t move he squeezes you as hard as he can. You bury your head into his neck and just lay there as long as you can. Because while neither of you say anything you both need eachother right now.

You can’t help but tears fall from your face and you suddenly start apologizing for how badly you misjudged him, he shushes you and tries to calm you down because he’s glad you’ve changed his mind about him

From then on your relationship improves tremendously, all of your friendships with the volturi grow. Felix continues to go at whatever pace your comfortable with and will make you tell him when it’s okay for him to kiss you, etc.

This man is NOT risking losing you anytime soon

Which you appreciate but dammit you wish you had never listened to that nomad and found out about the volturi yourself

Your relationship becomes easy, you know Felix will always have a fear of you being afraid of him again just like he knows your afraid of him being hurt because of that one time. Still, because of that day the two of you find yourself being able to communicate with just a glance or look. This doesn’t mean

It doesn’t drives everyone in the castle sick honestly because you two are adorable. Always smirking at eachother with inside jokes and always and I mean always touching eachother outside of trials. Felix is not about to let you out of his sight if he can help it.

You don’t mind because he has to go on missions quite a bit and it drives your anxiety up the wall, you want to request to go out on missions with him but the kings don’t want Felix to be distracted, which, fair.

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What are my eyes seeing? You writing for Arcane characters?? ** Girl can I ask you a Jayce thingy w/ the letters A C I and J? Thanks and Love ya x

Well, I’m gonna try to write for Arcane characters. I’m relatively confident I can pull off some type of wingdingery but the main reason I haven’t added it to my FAQ page yet is because I really wanna test the waters first. So here’s to hoping this turns out adequate for a first try! ✊🏽😩 So without further ado . . .

A (Adorable - what do they find especially endearing?): The quickest way to Jayce’s heart isn’t through his stomach: It’s through his trust. The moment you express a curiosity for his work – especially if it’s before his breakthrough with Hextech – you’ve already begun to collect fragments of his heart, bit by bit. And it’ll only grow the more and more you press on for answers. It doesn’t even matter if you don’t understand how the crystals work or any of the equations that riddle his papers and lengthy chalkboards: You actually care about what he has to say and what his intentions are!

That’s not something that can be said by everyone, especially after his trial with the Council. Most had been swayed by Heimerdinger’s recounting consequently convinced that all magic could do was bring ruin. But Jayce knows it could be for far more than that. He witnessed it for himself, and it changed his life. It saved his life! And the fact that you believe him and weren’t swayed into a complete black-or-white stance on the matter of magic assures that you will be collecting his heart bit by bit until finally, the entire thing is yours and only yours.

It’s not entirely for self-serving means, though: Really, just knowing you’re curious about anything can endear you to this guy. Seeing your eyes light up when you discuss your passions or watching your brow furrow as you try and take in all that you can about a new subject is pretty adorable to him. (Depending on where you’re at in the relationship or how close the both of you are, he might even tell you so.) Really, Jayce just wants you to always seek your interests. Especially if that interest is him, though.

If you two become better acquainted after the invention of Hextech, however, there’s always another way. Specifically, offer to be a helper for him. You don’t have to know equations or know your way around the lab per se, as he will happily guide you in how you can help him and he’d never demand of you what he knows you can’t or are not comfortable with handling. But knowing you’re willing to assist him in his pursuit of a better world, no matter how small the task, always makes him feel warmer inside. It's corny, yes, but it’s the truth and Jayce will never let you doubt how much he appreciates you. And if he does, you have full permission to flick him on the nose. (Don’t worry, he adores you anyway.)

C (Communicate - what is their love language?): Jayce is quite literally built for servicing. After all, who the fuck needs to be 6’7” tall? For what purpose? Carrying your livestock up a hill? Rerouting a river so you needn’t cross it and dirty your new shoes? Singlehandedly building you a house out of marble flown in from the other side of Runeterra!? . . . Okay, he can’t do all of that. If he could, he could, but they’re just not feasible. What he will do, however, is assure that you’ll always be taken care of in terms of needs and of tasks.

Jayce may be the more boisterous of the Hextech Bros., but he’s like that with good reason: He just wants to help change the world for the better. He wants to recreate the magic he knows can help so many after it helped him at what was then his darkest hour. He wants to do right by the people he cares about, and that especially goes for you, his beloved significant other. Sure, he may not be able to use Hextech just yet to help you carry your groceries into your apartment in one trip (the Gauntlet is way too aggressive in its grip and he’d never hear the end of how the eggs would be crushed). But he can at least make sure that he makes and effort to keep your living space clean. Even if the both of you don’t live together just yet, he tries to find the time to drop by your place and make sure you aren’t wanting for anything. Even if you’re not home, you can always trust that you’ll return to either your dishes done, your bed made, or a bottle of your favorite drink chilling in the ice box despite not being there when you left.

Better yet, though, is when he stops by while you’re actually there. It doesn’t matter if he’s just spent two or three days straight in the lab: If he sees how drained you look after your own long day, he’s running you a bath and fixing you a cup of tea for when you get out. He’ll even carry you to the tub if he must. He will not rest until you’re just as comfortable and content as he will be the moment he’s able to cuddle up to you. And this is without going into what type of lover he is –

As for what he likes back, though, Jayce constantly seeks approval. As mentioned before, knowing that he has yours in terms of his interests in goals is a great way to gain his trust and endear you to him. Please affirm this man. Yes, Piltover bills him as The Man of Progress, plastering his name and face on anything while boasting of his accomplishments to all corners of the continent. But none of that compares to how he feels when he has assurance that you see him for who he truly is.

Support is one of the biggest, most intimate affirmations one can give a partner, especially when that partner is constantly trying to unlock secrets of the arcane. But it’s made all the better when that support extends to beyond just his scientific discoveries. Affirm this man. Affirm his efforts. Affirm that you see he’s only trying to help and confide in him your thoughts. Let him know when you think he’s doing a good job. (Praise kink? Maybe? Yes?)

Show him the extent of your trust and he will know that to you, he is Jayce Talis: Man of Progress, Councilor, Member of House Talis, and a Pretty Great Partner for the Best Person in Piltover (trust him).

I (Intimacy - what kind of dates do they like?): Like many things with Jayce, what dates tend to be like depends a lot on when the two of you meet and get together. If you’ve known each other all your lives, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for him to start to see your occasional hang outs as dates, whether it’s running errands or asking him to be your plus one for a party you dread attending.

If you two meet later on but become a couple before the dominos of the story begin to fall, he’s quite the traditionalist. Ever the gentleman, Jayce is prone to taking you out to some of the many cute and fanciful cafes Piltover has to offer. It doesn’t matter to him if these sorts of froufrou places aren’t much of his style: Seeing your cheeks puff with delight (and pastry) is worth it. Or, if money on his end is somewhat tight, he’ll find a spot in the park for the two of you to picnic on.

Just the two of you, sitting on a quilt he used to wrap around himself as a child, his head laying in your lap as he prattles on about his thoughts and how his studies are going. Occasionally humming and stretching with delight as your fingers card through his hair, giving delightful little tugs . . . Neither one of you knowing if the warmth you both feel is sourcing from the sun in the sky above you or from inward . . .

Things become a little less quaint and a lot more luxurious, however, after the (literal) blow up of Hextech. The groundbreaking discovery opens many doors to new opportunities, including what he can do. Particularly, what he can do with you.

Only the finest restaurants and dining experiences; the most luxurious of shopping sprees for clothes, art, whatever suits your fancy; whatever you want! (Though if you’d like to travel, you may need to prod and pry a little. Jayce may not be as married to his work as Viktor is, but Hextech is still his baby. He doesn’t feel entirely too comfortable leaving it be for even a week, wanting to be present to see it through to its milestones. You may honestly have to conspire with Viktor to convince him that a little break is fine and things will run perfectly under his partner’s supervision.)

Once that Councillor position hits, though? You’re truly living in high society: Flutes of champagne or the finest of wines, nights at the theater in your own private box, invitations to the most exclusive of galas – it’s all yours! But only if you actually want it. At the end of the day, most of the fun in it for Jayce is that it’s something new to try. He might’ve been a member of nobility, but his house was never particularly high in the hierarchy despite their contributions to the building of the city. And yes, his position did still allow him his fair share of privileges, but none so extravagant as these, much less in such rapid dosages. These parties and access to fineries are all well and good, but they loose their luster for the most part if that’s all you ever experience.

Besides, this type of life better suits some more than others: Jayce can play the part only for so long before he just wants to eat a damn sandwich instead of these itty bitty canapés that every hours-long party insists on providing instead of an actual meal. And he’s not about to force you to attend those parties you’ve always complained about or force you to drink those spirits that aren’t to your taste, or demand that you wear a certain type of dress just to appease onlookers who expect a certain appearance of those associated with House Talis.

If this part of his new life isn’t serving you, then he will do his best to find ways that will. And if that means going back to basics, you can bet your bottom coin he’ll do it. Besides, all the fame in the world can’t make Jayce forget how good it feels to loosen his cravat and grab a seat at a local eatery to dig into some actual food, or to just talk a walk around some greenery, basking in the balmy evening air as you link your arm with his, or even just heading home to rest his head on your lap as you read a book aloud to him.

Jayce doesn't need anything big and fancy, really. It may be nice to have, but the one thing all his favorite dates have ever had was that they were with you.

J (Jealous - how jealous are they? How do they show it?): While Jayce knows he can trust you to where he shouldn’t have to feel jealous, his mind often betrays him. Funny how this man could crack the mathematical codes surrounding magic but can’t turn off noisy distractions like jealousy. He may need to talk with Viktor about that . . . The fact of the matter is that he tries. He really does! But sometimes he slips up. If the circumstances are minor and he just watched, like, an Enforcer wink at you or someone working an ice cream cart called you gorgeous, you may find yourself being ushered along with his massive hand on your waist. Depending on how prolonged the interaction was, you may even find yourself spending time with an overgrown puppy walking around on two legs, calling himself Jayce Talis, Pup Man of Progress.

And sometimes he’ll just be watching you from across the room, mind not taking in a single word being babbled at him by whatever faceless noble it is this time. If you’re not used to high society, it does initially come from a place of good intentions: he just wants to make sure that you’re doing alright, that you’re not being overwhelmed or mocked.

But as the minutes march on, he can’t help but think that the person currently holding your attention is a little too . . . attentive. For his own liking, anyway. But he knows he has to trust you to set your own boundaries. But then, what if you’re just trying to be nice and are afraid you’ll offend someone by cutting the conversation short? So he keeps watching. He watches them smile at you a little too brightly. He watches them say something that gets a giggle out of you. He swears he’s just watched them sneak a peak at your chest and yeah, okay, no, he’s going to cut in.

Jayce knows he’s a pretty tall guy as far as humans go, but he doesn’t try to use it to his advantage in any way that could be interpreted as, well, macho or overbearing. But he almost instinctively adjusts his posture to appear ever so slightly taller, radiating confidence like it’s an accessory. It doesn’t matter how tall or confident your conversation partner may be: They will notice the 6’7” wall suddenly standing behind you, chin upturned with a cool smile resting on his (admittedly handsome) features.

“Hi. Jayce Talis. Co-creator of the Hexgates, a miracle of magic and science. Truly innovative if I do say so myself. But anyway! Nice to meet you.” He says it as though his mug isn’t splashed on papers, banners, and, well, mugs. And just to rub salt into the wound he’s determined to make, he makes sure his handshake is extra firm; an easy feat for someone with such massive paws.

You wouldn’t be in the wrong for being frustrated with him; embarrassed, even! And it’s definitely something that the both of you will need to discuss, as you can’t have him rushing in to play hero to a nonexistent problem and he can’t keep seeing everyone as a potential enemy in the affairs of your love. You’re with Jayce for Jayce: Not because he made Hextech, not because he’s rich now, and not even because he’s handsome. Sure, his looks may be a bonus, but what you really love is that attitude of a curious man, driven to help others and willing to work for it. Besides: You much prefer a sweet, golden-eyed puppy than a big old bully.

Fitting, then, that if he takes it too far, he winds up in the doghouse.

Thank you very much for your patience! Here’s to hoping my first shot at Jayce (or any Arcane character period) turned out alright!