#he has to do better he has to get better so he wont loose everything again

[shower-phantom-ideas]

You guys just don’t understand

You can’t even begin to grasp the amount of pranks Danny could pull on super heros (is that one words? Superheros?)

Added a read more because I hate long posts

Danny as a ghost is so powerful. Like our boy can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! Do you even grasp how much more unique he is than the others guys??

Jokes aside just imagine if you will. Danny could leave batburger cups next to Batman all the time (he comes back later to toss em out of Big ol B doesn’t)

Like hell we talk about Danny just showing up basically stalking the heros but ok hear me out. He didn’t mean to figure out Batmans identity ok but he was in the right place at the right time and over heard some stuff. Now he follows Bruce Wayne around instead. Always spitting out if a batburger cup. Maybe Bruce makes eye contact with him and one time Danny just leans his drink out to as one does to offer a sip xD the man is horrified.

For the ?Robins? The other bats maybe he leaves gifts of sorts. Stuff they would like made from his ice or something. He can understand becoming a hero young and most (if not all) of them did that. He plays favourites with the younger Heros for sure. But hes still making them have there “God?? Is that you” moments like everyone else.

Hell he could follow Superman around and always make his cape flow against the wind and the Hero wouldn’t know wtf is going on. Maybe Superman hears a very slight snickering maybe but the prank is harmless enough so why worry too much. I mean it’s probably bad someone can do this without getting detected till they give themselves away by laughing but nothing harmful yet. (Yet would emphasise Batman)

I don’t know anything about GreenArrow but I assume he uses a bow and arrow so I could imagine Danny grabbing his arrows and making them fly in crazy wild paths before hitting their mark.

Idk honestly how he would fuck with GreenLatern besides like using his ghost powers to try and one up his ring. Like Lantern makes a shield? Danny makes a better one next to it or in front of it. Tbh it’s actually helping Danny get better at his powers so he does this a lot rip Hal (I did not know he was played by Ryan Reynolds maybe ill watch the newer movie)

He refuses to mess with Wonder Woman because the Phandom has told me she is his fav thus he refuses to prank her. He respects her too much and is a huge enough fan that hes too nervous to even approach. Thus she thinks she is this pranksters least favourite since she is never bothered.

Aqua-man (thx for the correction siri) is pretty fun to prank because Danny can follow the man underwater. Idk anything about science of it but imagine Danny like making a space he can talk in with his ice powers (making a bubble of sorts) to make spooky noises at ?Arthur? (R we seriously going with Arthur in this one?) like I assume without actual fish related powers, or with them I havent seen any thing aquaman, you can’t talk underwater. But also if Danny figures out his real name hes 100% gonna be playing the Hey Arthur theme at this man all the time.

He just lowkey overshadows cyborg. Not in a controlling way but just along for the ride kinda way. He was gonna make remarks about his tech but ended up being stunned by how good it is. “Fam I aint gonna lie. I came here to follow you around and make comments like a streamer but your tech is crazy cool. I mean you could have saved a little room with a more compact cooling unit but I mean this is probably some of the best stuff I have seen outside my family!” Or something idk. Maybe he goes full on antman in coldwar

As for the Flash thats pretty simple. He doesn’t let the Flash run from him. I don’t think Danny could keep up with the Flash at all. Like man cants have everyones powers (can’t he tho) but he just hangs on and pretends to have followed. I mean hes invisible the whole time so not like anyone can see lmao though if (idk who the flash is? So ill use Barry cause thats why google say) if Barry goes too fast he might get Danny to give up the game cause boy is on the side vomiting. Barry is pretty smug about probably being the first to throw the prankster for a loop but Danny is just on the side like “how can you go that fast and not be sick dude”

Like tbh I was gonna just make a list of pranks he pulls on Batman but yall seem to enjoy the Justice League so here go off I guess.

Honestly I had to charge my phone so I forget a lot of the post rip this kne

[cheriladycl01]

I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

Credit to russellius for the GIF

You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.

You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.

So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.

"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.

"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.

"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.

"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?

"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.

"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.

"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"

"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.

He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.

He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.

He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.

But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.

"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.

"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.

"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.

"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.

"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.

"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"

"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.

"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.

"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.

"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.

"You're coming home?" he beams.

"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.

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[cupiohearts]

CANT CATCH ME NOW ?! - leaving them behind

they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.

DG VER. gun ver. goo ver.

for james, he sees the sight of you in the crowd when he first started as an idol. he catches himself hoping for a glimpse of you in crowds as he did before. maybe you just show up at one of his concerts one day. he knows its a childish hope to think you'll come back. especially not when theyve all pushed you out of their lives.

but was it such a hopeless thought to have? a particulary fond memory of seeing you in the front row at barricade. hopping down and singing his lyrics to your face. fans thought you were just a really lucky person to catch the attention of DG, minimizing it to a harmless fan interaction moment just for the concert.

he loved the way your eyes twinkled underneath the stage light illuminating your face in a mesmerizing glow. he recalled the heartbreak when they were all gathered up at your apartment.

it had become a haunting memory of seeing the house abandoned. the only thing left was a small ragged old scarf you insisted on keeping

"yknow! one day for my super awesome snowman! ive been waiting for winter to come in korea so snow is finally here!" you tell him with a giddy grin at the mall. your loose baby strands around your face and your face bare with nothing on it standing out to him.

you always mentioned you wanted to experience the snow. you said you didnt have it where you were from. far too sunny for that you said.

"you wont have to wait long. it get cold fast in korea" he tells you. chuckling as you hold the scarf in your hand while picking out more winter items.

how unfortunate. it was snowing right now. he wondered where youve gone. maybe youve died off, its better for him that way. that way he wont have to think about whether or not youve settled down yet. maybe gone back to your old country or somehwere new.

maybe youre out on a date somewhere, possibly 6 feet down in a ditch. his mind wanders when it comes to you.

reading the note you left behind for him. written in a sparkly pen you always used.

"why do you have so many pens and only use one?!" he questions you with a raised eyebrow. his long fingers unzipping your pencil pouch and looking through all the pens you own.

"you cant expect me to use all of them. plus my papers look sparkly this way and its cute. the design is cute and i like how it writes!" you chirp at him. turning behind you and hitting his forehead with your pen. "red hair... i like you with your curly red hair. reminds me of someone i used to know" you tell him.

curling his hair around your pen before dropping it when you hear the teacher say your name and turning back to the board. your hair whipping him in the face "im innocent!" you joke with your hands raised causing the class to laugh.

you tell him youre sorry in the note. that you couldnt handle it anymore.

you tell him everything but telling him nothing at the same time. telling him of how you felt like everyone else was moving while you were stuck in the present. everyone was special and you were not.

he let the paper drop down after skimming the rest of its contents. he wished to just crumple it up and tossed it away. he couldn't.

he knew he was being selfish wanting you back when youve clearly stated in the note this was out of youre pure will, leaving them behind. he wouldve cried. he wouldve cried if he was james lee.

all he could do was pick it back up and meet back with gun, and goo.

it was gonna all be in one set page but i found that it was longer than most of my other projects if i actually completed this whole

so i broke it up

like the friend group

ha

i caught up with lookism

i like the new pretty boys :3

ALSO QLSO I HAD AN ENTIRLY SEPRATE DOCUMENT FROM THIS AND I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED MY UNFINISHED STUFF BC I ACCIDETNALY POSTED IT INSTEAD OF COICKING DRAFT SO I HAD TO COPY AND PASTE ALL OF THIS PARAGRAPH BY PARAGRAPH TO THIS PAGE THINGY BC IM ON THE PHONE TYPING ALL PF US THIS SO A+ FOR WFFORT

did not proof read (bc im insecure abt my works 😔🤞)

[iouinotes]

Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

[yanderu-deredere]

ooo spicy reqeuset: how would the yan yans react to their darling trying to fake an orgasm during sex? maybe because nobodys given her an orgasm before and so shes worried that they wont make her cum so she just pretends?

a/n: pretty sure all hell would break loose LOOOL also, as an adhd bitch, i know the pains of this so fucking well and it fucking sucks

wanted to do a group up thing but decided against it becos i wanted to write drabbles so here are just some random yanderes i picked and how they'd react

if you wanted to see another different yandere, shoot me another request and id love to answer for you!

warning: female reader as requested, mentions of stalking, overstim in ryouta's and the wolf boys' parts, spanking int he wolf boys' part, degradation in the wolf boys' part, double penetration in the wolf boys' part, honestly leo just lets it all out i think

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

if he's never made you cum before, he probably wouldn't notice that you're faking it. he's not the type to really go around fucking other people. in fact, more than likely, you're his first. so he wouldn't know better

but, if he has made you cum forreal before, he'll know immediately that you're faking it and, even if he hasn't gotten off yet, he'll stop everything to ask you what's wrong and ask why you're faking it

same goes for if he's stalked you before and like has watched you make yourself cum becos then he knows what it looks like?

neway he's just an all around very observant guy who memorises how you react to things so he'd know if you're faking it or not

Eun-jeong's thrusts slowed and he ended up frowning down at you, his hands at your hips tightening but only a fraction "What's wrong?" Your face erupted into heat and you tried your best to sound confused "Huh? Wha-What'd'you mean?"

Eun-jeong took a second to think about his words carefully. He'd always been told that he wasn't exactly the most socially graceful person in the world so he wanted to really pick what he was about to say deliberately.

Because he loved you. And he wanted to finally show you the parts of him that he's been anxious to show you; all the ugly burned skin, all the big insecurities, everything.

He didn't want anything to go wrong. Except, now, it was obvious to him that you just tried pretending that you were cumming when you weren't.

It made him extremely anxious that you were faking it. Were you just unable to get off while looking at his ugly skin? Was he that bad? What was wrong?

"You… didn't cum."

Eloquent. He wanted to hit himself upside the head so bad.

You turned even more bashful, embarrassed both by the fact that you acted badly enough that it was obvious and by the fact that you got caught.

Unbeknownst to you, you could've been the best actress in the world and Eun-jeong still would've been able to tell. He knew you, has observed you at your most vulnerable moments, when you thought nobody was looking.

He liked to think he knew you better than anyone, even yourself.

The awkward silence was finally broken as you stuttered out an explanation "So-Sorry, I just-- I-- Nobody's ever made me cum before s-so I was nervous-- I-I didn't want to make things awkward by uhm, not cumming?"

Eun-jeong understood completely. Still, he shifted his hips, jostling his cock inside of you. He pulled you a little closer, sigh escaping him. "I don't care about that, puppy. It doesn't matter how long it takes; I just want you to feel good, no matter what."

You nodded hurriedly, feeling the way his cock stretched you deliciously. Honestly, this entire time, you'd been stuck at the precipice, eager to cum but unable to. Unfortunately, it's always been like that.

Eun-jeong noticed the way you nibbled at your bottom lip, your eyes flickering to where the two of you were connected. Something clicked in his mind then.

He shifted his hips again, dragging his cock out of you slowly. He could at least tell that it felt good because the walls of your pussy seemed to desperately want to keep him inside.

“How about you tell me how it feels?” Eun-jeong leaned down, his voice tickling your ear and his breath hot against your skin.

The words were on the tip of your tongue but your brain ended up blanking a little when Eun-jeong suddenly thrust his cock back in. He took your loss for words as a good sign and chuckled, his hand travelling from your waist to a little bit lower so his thumb could rub against your clit

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait. We have all night after all and I want to make sure you cum at least once.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

super observant like eun-jeong except like maxed out so, even if he hasn't seen you cum before, he definitely can tell what's fake and what's not

not to be like cliched or anything but your body tells him exactly how you feel and he's not had any experience outside of you but that doesn't stop him from hyper-analysing your every movement

so, yes, he can tell you're making yourself clench around him and you're making your eyes roll up and that you're pretending

and he'll definitely 100% take that as an offence LOL like what, you think he's stupid??

wouldn't talk to you abt it til after he's punished you tho

“What the fuck was that?”

Your entire body stiffened and you immediately grew nervous. Thankfully, your back was facing Ryouta so he probably couldn’t see your expression but you were sure he would at least fall for your acting.

People usually did.

He suddenly bullied his cock back into your pussy, making you whimper. Then, just as suddenly, his hand was at your face, cupping your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks “I asked you a question.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sounded angry—angrier than you’d ever heard him be like ever—and from his tight grip on you, you could tell that he wasn’t in the mood for games.

“I-I’m sorry.” You huffed, squirming as you felt him keep grinding his hips against yours, his grip on your waist making you unable to get away “I-I— Nobody’s ever made me c-cum before and I-I thought— I-I didn’t want to—”

Ryouta pulled out of you, which only made you feel rejected and guilty. Now, like everyone else, he’d be sick of you too.

Before you could say anything else, though, he turned you over so you faced him. Finally, you could see the irritated expression on his face.

It felt so out of place since Ryouta always seemed pretty much emotionless. You were always left guessing exactly what he was thinking. Now, it was obvious: what you did really pissed him off.

“You think I’m anything like those shit-heads? Those pieces of garbage that can’t make you cum?” He practically spat out, his hands cupping the backs of your thighs and spreading your legs.

You tried to stutter out excuse after excuse but the words immediately died on your lips when Ryouta ducked down and started lapping at your pussy.

You gasped, your back curving up a little as your eyelids fluttered. Oh, fuck, the feeling of his tongue tracing your folds, lapping at your clit, was something else.

One of his hands moved your knee so it rested on his shoulder and, at first, you wondered why. Then, you felt him pushing his fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made your walls clench and your pussy gush.

“Wa-Wait, Ryouta— I-I— feels weird!” You squealed, feeling his fingertips deeper than you’ve ever been able to reach. He kept brushing up against something that made electricity dance along your spine.

It made you feel like you needed to piss.

Instead of stopping, however, Ryouta just kept his dark eyes on you, lips closing around your clit and sucking as his fingers kept working you over and over.

Before you knew it, your back bowed and your head flung back as you were hit with the hardest orgasm you’d ever felt before. Your toes curled as white spots played along your vision.

“First time cumming and you end up being a squirter, huh?”

Ryouta almost sounded far away or maybe was that just your post-orgasm haze? You were still so out of it, both from the fact that someone made you cum and from the fact that it was the best orgasm you’d ever felt.

Before you could say anything, you could feel the head of Ryouta’s cock at your pussy.

You immediately looked up at Ryouta, the haze replaced with a sense of urgency “N-No, wait, I-I’m still a bit—”

Ryouta just chuckled meanly and pushed his cock all in one thrust “Did I say you could stop cumming? No, you’re going to keep going, baby, until you wring out every last drop of cum from my balls.”

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

has had experience with each other so like they know what someone cumming looks like and, yeah, every person is different but like also you're not fooling them

they each have polar opposite viewpoints on how to deal with it though: like casimir's would be to just ignore it and keep going but emm would wanna stop and talk abt it

it's defo a lot more like eunjeong rather than ryouta cus emm calls the shots LOL

Emm suddenly stopped and you could hear Casimir let out a small scoff. Immediately, you felt a cold sweat cover you. Did they notice?

“What the fuck was that, darl’?” Emm was behind you but you could feel her grip around your throat tighten a little; not enough to restrict your breathing but definitely enough to get your attention.

Casimir, on the other hand, didn’t say anything, his hands still tight around the fat of your thighs.

You didn’t know what to say. You’d never been caught faking it so it was a little jarring to face the consequences so quickly. Were you that obvious?

“It’s fine, Emm.” Casimir huffed, rolling his eyes, and he seemed to lean closer to you as if about to kiss you.

However, before he could, Emm’s free hand pushed his face away “The hell d’ya mean it’s fine? It’s not fine.”

“Why’d y’fake it?” She pulled you closer to her, her breasts pressing against your back and her hand travelling a little higher up so she could direct your gaze to her.

Your face felt hot and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. “S-Sorry. I-I just— I-I thought I n-needed to…”

“For what?” Casimir sounded a bit amused by your answer but you honestly couldn’t see his expression clearly because you were pointedly looking away from both of them, too embarrassed to meet either of their stares.

“If y’didn’t wanna fuck, you could’ve just said so.” Emm added, huffing and obviously off-put as she started pulling her strap-on out of your sopping pussy.

“I-It’s not that I didn’t want to!” You immediately interjected, feeling bad that you’d ended up making them feel like they’d forced you “I-I really d-did want to! Bu-But… uhm, it’s just that! N-Nobody’s been able to make me cum before…”

Casimir laughed meanly but Emm seemed to pause at your words. Then, she sighed, and you could feel her pushing that impossibly thick strap-on back inside of you. It definitely made you whimper a bit.

“Were we at least making you feel good?” Casimir pushed himself closer to you and you finally looked up to see a smirk playing across his lips.

You nodded because they really did. Both Casimir and Emm were, at the very least, the closest to making you cum “B-But, uhm, I-I just c-can’t—”

“I think you just need a little nudge, my love.” Casimir used one hand to cup your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, while the other moved down to toy with your clit.

Suddenly, you felt Emm push against you, nudging you so you were chest to chest against Casimir, your chin resting against his shoulder. Emm’s hand also left your neck and, instead, she used both hands to grip both sides of your waist.

“The fuck’n audacity to compare us t’your past lovers.” Emm grumbled before she renewed her thrusting except, this time, there was more force behind it, like she was earnestly fucking you.

Casimir chuckled but you could hear a sinister tone to his voice “Don’t worry, my wife, we’ll show our sweet that we’re nothing like those hooligans.”

mel lowell ★ isamu lowell ★ leonard lowell

also another group that hasn't really had a lot of experience with the female gender? LOL the three of them have only ever been with each other and pussies work differently yk

if it was just isamu, he'd totally fall for it LOL he'd believe you 100%

for mel, he's less likely to believe you but he wouldn't confront you abt it? he'd just keep going until he sees a real orgasm. but it'd be that thing where it's like? was that real? (yes) hmmm, he should make you cum again just to be sure

leonard would kick. your. ass. like forreal LMAO he'd absolutely berate you for even attempting to fake it and he'll be able to tell okay! surprisingly, the youngest of the three of them is kind of the most observant loool

if all three of them are together tho, leonard wins out and he ends up beating u up (metaphorically) while isamu and mel watch LOL

“No fucking way.”

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and you felt a sudden anxiety overtake you. There was no way Leonard could tell… could he?

“No fucking way! I didn’t just see that! Tell me I didn’t just see that!” Leonard, who had been behind you, suddenly woven his fingers through your hair before tugging, making you look directly at his bright blue eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t just fake an orgasm right in front of me.”

Mel, who had been happily observing, fist around his cock, stood, and you saw the concerned expression on his face from the corners of your eyes.

Isamu, who was in front of you, looked like a kicked puppy.

“I-I didn’t!” You instinctually answered, shaking your head, your entire body jittery with anxiety.

“Leo, I don’t think she’d—” Mel even tried to intervene but there was no stopping Leonard as soon as he was determined to see something through.

Thankfully, he let go of your hair. However, as soon as he did, he was shoving you and Isamu down, his hand on your shoulder making sure you wouldn’t get back up.

What he didn’t let go of was the issue at hand. Though you couldn’t see his face now, you could hear the insistence in his voice “Yes, you fucking did! I know you did! Admit it!”

You shook your head, of course, still in denial. The embarrassment of admitting it to them would’ve been too much.

Unfortunately, just as you shook your head, you felt a sudden flash of pain that made you gasp. Leonard just spanked you.

“Admit it.”

Of course, you shook your head again and, like you’d expected, Leonard spanked you again. This time, the lingering pain from the first one combined with the pain of the second one and you were left whimpering.

You looked to Mel, eyes a bit watery, hoping for help. Instead, he stood there, his arms crossed, an analyzing look on his face.

“Leo, don’t bully her!” Isamu at least tried to stand up for you.

“Fucking slut thinks we’re some virgin fuck-heads who can’t make her cum.” Leonard grumbled, landing another hard swat against your ass “Doesn’t that piss you off?”

You let out another pathetic sound, eyes fluttering close as you felt the pain and heat radiate from your ass cheek. “I-I’m sorry…”

Isamu made a confused noise but Mel tilted your chin up so you were looking up at him “So you did fake it?”

You nodded guiltily “I-I just— I-Isamu was about to cum an-and I-I felt so bad— Nobody’s been able to m-make me cum before and I—”

You were interrupted by another harsh slap against your ass, making you yelp out.

“We’ll talk about it later but I want you to know that you shouldn’t ever be pressured by us.” Mel spoke to you in his rather infamous soft leader-ly voice. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make you cum so you don’t have to fake it, okay?”

You nodded hastily but your nodding was disrupted by another harsh swat from Leonard.

“And you, Leo. I appreciate you noticing and saying something but try to be a bit gentle with her.” Mel turned to Leonard and you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice.

“Now…” Mel reached behind you and it took you a second to even realise what he was doing.

He had fisted Isamu’s cock and fed it back into your pussy, not even giving you a second to adjust as the thickness spread your walls apart mercilessly.

You whimpered but happily took it.

“You have to be punished though, puppy.” Mel pet your head, threading his fingers through your hair before directing your mouth to his cock “We’ll forgive you if you let us use all your holes, hmm?”

You nodded at that, tongue already running over the veins on Mel’s cock.

“And, of course, you’ll have to cum at least three times. No faking it this time, okay?”

You sighed but agreed to that as well. Just as you did, you could feel the head of Leonard’s cock press against your asshole, pushing in slowly but surely, spreading you apart in a way that made you whine.

It would be a long night for sure.

[ichimaccchiato]

ꜱᴇᴏɴɢ ᴛᴀᴇʜᴜɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

song taehun may have messed up, but he still wants to be a better listener for you.

he doesnt really pay much attention to people unless you're a) someone who he is interested in/someone he really cares about, b) you're hobin, or c) you're his s/o. hes very observant when it comes to those he really like

so when he sees you looking like you're physically there with him but mentally not, he will go all up in your personal space, maybe even sandwiching your cheeks in his palms and squeezing so you look like you're pouting and he leans in close so your face is inches from him and asks you what's the problem

even if you try to escape from him, you wont be able to. so better to just confess whats on your mind

when you do confess though… uh… hate to break it to you but taehoon will probably say something like “whats the point of worrying etc etc” and will end up dismissing your worries and invalidating your feelings BUT!!! HEAR ME OUT (READER PLS DONT LEAVE YET)

when he notices that you still looked worried from time to time, taehun will wonder why. he will probably look at you from a distance, brows furrowed and all, as he is lost in thought.

will probably think its something only women understands but this wont stop him (because even if he wont admit it, he will go through hell for you) so he (in a very tsun tsun taehun manner) will ask for rumi and gaeul’s help.

rumi will 10/10 make fun of him for it and gaeul will 100% guilt trip him

i can imagine the whole hobin yoo company suddenly finding out and ganging up on him lol

“taehun, you meanie!”

“I might have to charge you for this love advice.”

“what if y/n finds someone nicer? what are you gonna do?!?”

cue taehoon getting cold sweat.

he is about to loose his patience but he holds to the grain of patience he has left. will go through it if it means being a better bf for you

also asked his dad for help (which he realised he should've done first instead of being tormented by those “gremlins”)

so when he finally gets answers from everyone, he is going to be slightly nervous because now he knows where he messed up and that means he has to apologize.... 🥶 taehun isn't really the kind of person who does that so easily but for you, hes gonna swallow his pride

i feel like he is dying inside at this point lmao. (actually getting help from the girls already killed him) and the fact that hobin had the audacity to be so cocky with giving advice when hes a total noob at romance (a/n: 😎💔)

he sees you in the balcony, looks over his shoulder to give the others who not so stealthily tried to eavesdrop, a glare so they all scrammed. (they wanted to hear him apologize)

will apologise without looking at you in the eye. (he's still guilty about hurting you and emotionally constipated atm)

tells you this time, he will really listen

he's blushing and all aaaakdkdkd

when you tell him it's all good, he will flick your forehead and tell you to not be afraid to tell him if he makes mistakes or if he does something that hurts you

i feel like after all that, you will be more comfortable ranting to taehun or sharing your thoughts to him in general

he finds it really cute when you verbally list down the things you're worried about (because to him everything you do is cute). but he is also taking you seriously!

will listen attentively / will try not to get distracted

whenever you talk too fast, he will probably squish your cheeks with his hands (again) and tell you to speak slowly.

overall, please give him hugs and show him your appreciation!! he deserves it 🫶

[mugentakeda]

Do you have any fic recs similar to your take on iroh? Treating him as an actual character with some fucked up issues is SO much more fun!! I love him and I am chewing on your art

YES!!!!!!!! everytime i post about shithead iroh moments i get nervous someones gonna think i dont like him or im anti iroh or whatever but i genuinely honest to god think his less than savory past and personality traits ON TOP of the things about him that make him so beloved by the fandom makes him better. like yeah i love all parent characters that are just big softies but big softie parents that also are kinda (very much ) fucked up are even better. to ME. and i dont usually judge how good characters are on the basis of how good of a parent they are which is oddly something that a Lot of people do but. U wont find any of that on this blog which is also why i loveeeee ursa.

BUT I DIGRESS! here is my absolute favorite. its unfinished but what is there is still very loaded. digs in deep to iroh. gets pretty nitty gritty with it too. it changed how i see iroh and specifically season 1 iroh. it balances his b1 behavior with his later revealed status as a grand lotus MASTERFULLY, and puts his manipulative and cunning side on full display. might even make you mad at him a little bit

this one is less of a take on iroh as like. a general and a grand lotus and the war side of him and more of him as a father. its short and sad and i adore all of this authors fics involving iroh. it still shines a good light on the consequences of irohs own actions though because lu ten dying was literally his fault. the selfishness and the manic desperation that bleeds through this monologue is kind of scary but also is tragically beautiful.

ALSO these specific parts near the end of salvage were REALLY good. i feel like iroh is definitely the kind of guy that does a whole lot of backhanded comments as a way of patronizing without probably even realizing he does it?? i think a lot of people forget that what makes iroh being “changed” different from zuko is that zuko is still a child, and iroh is like. in his fifties or something. a whole LIFETIME of probably doing everything zuko did pre-redemption but far worse, and plenty times over. take how young azula is when ozai let her loose into the world into account. take the fact that iroh was already a general by the time he was sieging bss into account. im not gonna compare and contrast crimes here but i am trying to put weight onto how long iroh has been in the game. nasty shit like this is bound to still creep in the shadows of irohs mind and will definitely slip out sometimes.

and i know i keep bringing up that one unfinished super gnarly au fic that features azulon putting zuko into irohs care following irohs return to ba sing se (after ozai disgraced himself in requesting azulon give ozai the throne since iroh lost his only heir). hopefully one day ill find it because i hate to think the author deleted it or whatever . but out of all the fics that dig into irohs crimes id say this one does it the deepest while also SOMEHOW managing to make iroh sympathetic just by how sheerly pathetic and miserable he is the whole time. ONE DAY THOUGH. i pray that i will find it. because i have like over 200 pages of history on ao3 and i cant remember when exactly i read the fic so . searching for it has been kind of difficult but if i find it trust i will post it lol

[ijumpbridges]

woah my first time requesting off anon

anywyaydbsbbdb if requests are open i’ll req Scp 035 x ghost!reader where whenever 035 is a little mean/“manipulative” towards reader, reader just scares the shit out of him for a week as a “haha i get the last laugh” kinda thing BRHDHHDSJH

thanks! and if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, your free to decline/delete it, no worries! ^^ (if any part of my request doesn’t make sense lmk!)

035 x Ghost!Reader

I love you… WHO SAID THAT

Anyways, request are open thank you for requesting, i also love Ms. Pauling.

It is unclear how you two meet, but it you two had stick together for a long time ago.

Every time Dyo wakes up you had be there in a corner greeting him or just around even before he takes over a host.

Overall your friendship with him is okey, but in all friendships there are always flaws.. very big ones.

He would literally try to annoy you on purpose to help him cuz he says that ‘we are friends right? Then help me with x or y” But then ignores you or invalidates your feelings.

This had happen for a while, but you decide to put a stop at it.

Since you are a ghost, ghost tend to have those weird days where reality turned towards you and being around has become ills to the point of feeling like you were about to have panic attack, but never had it.

Those times Dyo thought since more vulnerable, the better.

Oh he thought wrong..

___

“Hey… how are yo friend?” Dyo said coming closer to you, as you were on a corner trying not to loose your mind.

“Leave me alone Dyo, im not in the mood to be manipulated by you” You spitted out.

“Me? Manipulate you? Never!” He said with his fake tone, but you didn’t reply only looking away hoping he had left you alone.

“I need a tiny favor from you” he said and then started to yap his life away on wanting to escape, but stop when he realize you weren’t listening.

“Oh come on, you know friends help each other! I always been there for you when remember when… when..” He tried looking for an example but immediately brush it off “that doesn’t matter” He said coming closer to you “But what matters is that friends help each other and.. and we are friend-“

“LEAVE ME ALONE” you yelled. You grew big and scary, you grew even bigger tha touch the ceiling and had to stretch out, everything around started floating, the cristal box and holder of 035 mask.

035 felt back and hit the floor as soon as you scream at him to leave you alone. One of the cameras that was on too of you ended up hitting him, he then ran out and and shouted for help. Foundation personal were confused as to what happen.

~~~

After that incident you were pretty much mad at him, as to for many time that he wouldn’t leave you alone when you were down.

With or without a host you will show up, in a corner making sure he can see you.

He would try to use telepathy for her, but be immediately shut down by thousands of whispers that he couldn’t keep up on what they were saying, changing his expression to a frown.

Sometimes you would shake his container, one time you shake it so hard it almost felt down.

You would come really close to him and look at him with unsettling eyes and show a reflection knowing that you were right behind him watching him.

Sometimes you would follow him making him paranoid, at the same tike you would move things around to purposely make him trip or fall.

One time you threw a guards head at full force at him, it missed but he got blood splashed.

Sometimes you would chase him, not in a comical way. He got even hurt one time and almost got in danger to which you save him too.

Of course he will force himself to apologize to you and say he wont do it again. He will eventually but less persistently. He couldn’t take the abuse any longer.

This sourt of give you a sense of security next time he will think twice before he even tries to mess with you.

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That is all y’all i hope you all enjoyed it!

[i-cant-sing]

Out of all the haikyuu teams, I think platonic yandere shiratorizawa would be scariest, followed very closely by nekoma. Shiratorizawa has a brick wall for a captain, an insane coach, and tendou. Tendou would be such an effective manipulator without even batting an eye. Nekoma has Kuroo, very intimidating and smart, although I think kenma would be the bigger threat. He likely has extensive knowledge of how to move through online spaces without being detected and making their darling disappear completely.

Sorry for the ramble haha, I love your work!

"Shiratorizawa has a brick wall for a captain-" You did not just call my baby Ushijima that😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

But I agree because you really can't predict what kind of mood Shiratorizawa is in, especially Ushijima. Like he's already so intimidating with his looks, and so when he's quite, you really don't know how he'd react if you asked him to let you go home early for once instead of watching them play. Sure, Ushijima sees you as a small frail kitten that he could never hurt, but he wont tell you that. You see, sometimes you ask for things that are too dangerous for you, like going out with some friends or leaving your dorms alone to get something from the convenience store. And so it's easier for Ushijima to just give you his intense stare, telepathically communicate that he disapproves and that you're only safe as long as you're with him or the team.

Then again, sometimes you do miss the hint. Not miss per say, but you actively choose to ignore it by pretending to play dumb when he remains silent. Its time like these that you really test your luck and tell him you're going out and zoom before Ushijima could give you the "The Look". However, Ushijima catches your hand before you could be two feet away and gives it a firm squeeze until you look at him, before saying in a deep voice "No." to really drive home the point. Then you're being dragged back to the bench, pushed down and he drops his lunch box in your lap, telling you to finish it before he finishes practice.

As for Tendou, lying comes very easy to him. He's a master manipulator, not just to you, but to everyone around him. Basically, he not only manipulates you into staying with the team longer, but he also manipulates the team into becoming more yanderes for you. In the shower room, he'd think out loud as he says that he heard that there's a murderer on the loose that preys upon young girls like you, or maybe he'd say that he heard from a girl that you feel so lost and stupid and scared when you're not the team but you're just to prideful to admit it. Surely, Tendou won't lie when it comes to you, right?

Washijo, the crazy coach you mentioned? Yeah, he's in on the whole thing. He's seen how terribly the team performs when you're not watching them, and when he mentioned it, they said they're all worried about you. So, he allows Semi to go and fetch you. Washijo thought that you were some sort of crush they wanted to impress, but it was crystal clear that the team viewed you as a little sibling with the way they treated you. So, he felt at ease knowing nothing perverted was happening to you and thus, he allowed them to bring you to practice and plays. The worst of all is that this old hag actually tells the team that you're trying to sneak out instead of keeping quiet and helping you. Not only that, he makes you sit and asks you volleyball questions and tsks in disappointment when you get them wrong, before agreeing that "fine. I'll tell you everything there is to know about volleyball" and you're just stick there like "???? I- I DONT WANNA KNOW-" shutup, Y/n, you a quiz tomorrow and you better be prepared or get ready for another disappointment speech by Washijo. Good thing you have the whole team to help you study🥰🥰🥰

The reason why Shiratorizawa is so scary is because they're one of the top teams, right? So, the school actually condones their behaviour. I mean, the coach explicitly told them to turn a blind eye because the team isn't hurting you, they're just protecting you. Washijo told them that if they interfered, the team wouldn't perform as well because they'd be distracted by your absence, and if Shiratorizawa let you change schools, then the team would pull out of the games altogether. Thus, the school is forced to look the other way when you're hounded by the team and pushed to the gymnasium. They turn deaf to all your complaints of them bullying you into staying at practice instead of letting you go home. They all ignore it, some teachers even going as far to say that you should be lucky that you have your seniors looking out for you.

[yellowbluemoonshine]

While it's understandable why they are telling him to stop the Todorokis including Shoto never make it seem like they want Toya back but only ever project the family's problems onto him. Like even when Endeavor finally sees Toya it is only when Toya can't really see him anymore and is in a delusional state due to his fire frying his own brain. I know they are finally releasing their pent up feelings but why is Toya always on the receiving end?

BTW I feel they see Shoto as the family hero because he actually puts in the emotional labour into actually reuniting the family and NOT looking away while the rest of them always looked away until now.

I hope Toya gets a happy ending and not simply seen as the family scapegoat/regret.

@rainygirl2399 Yeah.

Though, i think they all want Touya back, i think Shouto and Rei are the only ones who actually have hope for this. Fuyumi and Natsuo love their brother and they clearly were traumatized by his death. Thats why Fuyumi said she doesnt want to lose anyone else and thats why Natsuo felt guilty for not listening his brother even after all those years. For them, Touya is still dead.

I do understand why they couldnt help Touya in the past though, Rei was loosing it because she was treated as baby making machine and kids were just kids. They did their best in their own way at that time but i hope they can start seeing that Touya being Dabi is hope for them to become a family again.

But for Rei and Shouto, its different. Which makes sense. For Rei, she is not Touya's sibling, its his mother. She had a mentalbreakdown and hurted Shouto without meaning it so she know what its like to loose yourself. She knows that she let him down, and she wont make the same mistakes again. Thats why she still refered him as his son and apologised for his actions. Thats why she is here to save him.

And with Shouto, one because he was Earlyroki before so he knows that 'dark, revenge feeling' personally. He is hero who has job to save people so for him dealing with villains is part of the job, especially if it his brother. And once again, he is hero because he is familiar to the world of villains more than his family. Meanwhile his family are just civillians, normal people.

I think they all want Touya back, even Endeavour but they dont seem to have much hope, except Shouto and maybe Rei too. And once again, he is the black sheep of the family.

'Dont take them away too, big brother because you are dead anyway'.

'Stop causing any more trouble, brother!'

'You are not gonna hurt any more people!'

'Just kill me, Touya, make me the only one you kill'

Like, if they really want to stop him, they should use better words to reach out to him, instead of leaving him behind again.

And Rei's Shouto is our hero speech....even though, Fuyumi and Natsuo did their best to help their mother all of those years....they should be considered as hero too. Touya is the only one who stand up to Endeavour and the world that Endeavour get away so he is a hero in a way too. Not only they are putting the burden on the 'golden child of the family' but also, making others seem less heroic only because they didnt become hero as job or because they didnt born with right power. This is why Rei and others going to help Touya together is a lot meaningfull than Shouto's doing everything alone because anyone can be hero.

[memory-redacted]

Lloyd Garmadon

Gender

Intersex he/they/she

They may look and sound mainly like a boy but everyone has always noticed they can look very feminine at times almost like they could be a girl. They were born with a uterus and have periods like a girl. A lot of the ways that their body has grown like their muscles almost resemble how a girls body is though they try to hide it.

Ever since their time at school they have been uncomfortable talking about their gender. They went to an all boy school, and when the other kids figured out they where intersex they were heavily bullied for being "part girl." The kids were extremely misogynistic towards them. After that though they wanted to experiment with their more feminine side they never felt like they could. They asked their parents and uncle Wu to not tell the other ninja and to just say they were a boy. Their friends and everyone they went to school with also know.

After Harumi and Sally discovered their music and figured out about their online persona they told them. They were both extremely supportive and helped them experiment with their more feminine side and self expression.

Species

Dragon, oni, human

They have golden horns, fangs, furry ears, and a tail with a fur tip. They have can have wings but they perfer to hide them due to them getting in the way. Depending on their emotions their oni and dragon features can pop up on their own. If they are extremely relaxed their ears might pop up, and if their excited then their tail might pop out wagging furiously. If their angry their fangs and horns migh show, and if their uncomfortable or scared their wings might pop up to cover them.

Everyone knows they can have these features, just not how hard it is for them to control them at times. Just like with their gender Harumi and Sally help them express these sides of them. They feel more themselves when they are in this form, but are still too uncomfortable to show it off.

Mental health and dark magic TW-mental health, self harm, and suicidal thoughts

Great Devourer venom

(I always found it weird that the venom that flowed through Garmadon's veins didn't transfer to Lloyd so...)

Lloyd has bipolar and schizophrenia symptoms due to the venom that transferred to them. They can dissociate from reality and watch through their eyes as they do something and have thoughts that they shouldn't or don't want to about hurting others. This often makes them scared of themself and is the reason why they tend to be quiet. They also tend to isolate themself and hurt themself in the fear of hurting others. They think that hurting themself will lower their desire to hurt others and that they shouldn't be alive in fear that they might not be able to stop themself one day.

Though they have gotten better at controlling it since they were younger they are still scared of what happened back then. They almost killed their friends multiple times. One time them and Brad were racing up a tree and right as Brad got to the top they dissociated. They ended up breaking the branch from underneath him and he fell. He could have died if he landed wrong, but luckily he just broke his arm. Lloyd still fears what could have happened and still wont forgive themself to this day.

Depression and PTSD

They still feel the shame of the abandonment of both of their parents when they were younger though they have forgiven both of their parents. They forgive Misako less than they do Garmadon. They have formed a bit of a more distant relationship with their mother since she still isn't really there. With their dad on the other hand they can see that he is trying and is thankful for his efforts. Though at times he can be jumpy and tense with him, they have mostly fully forgiven him for everything. Garmadon knows about them trying to experiment with their self expression and is extremly supportive along with Vinny.

He tends to have a lot of nightmares about loosing people. Especially his parents. He also has nightmares having to do with the bullying they resived back in school. After these they tend to start working themself extremely hard at training or having really bad body image. They often feel like they have to be the best all the time due to being the leader of the ninja. They don't like taking breaks though they get forced into them by their friends and family.

I'll probably put some more in a drawn out character sheet later, but this is just easier to type out. I'll link to the character sheet when I have it done. Sometimes I feel like I'm putting way too much effort into this au but i am constantly day dreaming about it and its really fun for me lol.

Edit- Sexuallity

Cannot belive i forgot to say they are demisexual pansexual. T-T

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes & Romance - Part 19

"Look what you did," Dean hissed.

Benny smirks," not what I did Dean, its what you said." Dean glares at him, like he is thinking about killing him.

"Like I am going to take advice from you, what you've known her a few months! I've known her for years."

"No Dean, I've known her for a year and a half to be precise, I was there when she Overdosed, when she went through withdrawal, when she barely spoke, or ate, I was there!, not you," his voice getting angrier with every word.

Shock on Dean's face," what do you mean she overdosed? She never told me that, she just said she had a problem with pain meds."

"I'm not surprised", he said low, "when she was going through the withdrawal she, would call your name over and over, then when she got better, she'd sketch and paint, an image of you over and over. She truly adored you, so to answer your previous question, yes I knew who the hell you were, when you showed up at the diner with Jodie, to do the drug bust."

Dean's nostrils flare," and why didn't you say anything, or better yet, why did you take the bullet that was meant for me.?"

"Don't you get it Dean?, I took the damn bullet for you, so that she wont loose you, it will shatter her very being. That beautiful woman, loves you, she chose you, she didn't choose me, I wish she did, but she didn't. I knew from the start, her heart belonged to you, I just had the pleasure of caring about her for a while, and yes, I did love her, hell! I still love her, but I know she'll always choose you, why I don't know because you are a selfish jerk, you know that."

Dean flinches at his words, not because he was angry, but merely because, he realized Benny was right. He didn't deserve her, and he'll be damned if he ever forgot that, and to be honest he didn't get angry at what they had, hell he's done worse, but knowing Benny is so different from who he is, Benny isn't so angry at world, like he can be sometimes, and in his heart he knows that Benny is a good man, hell just by standing here, taking the punch and not throwing one back he's proven he is the better man.

Benny's deep voice brings him out of the trans he was just in.'' Look man, if you need to punch me again, I'll stand here, I will take it, and I won't fight back, but you have to promise me one thing!''

Dean's face puzzled when he asked,'' what is that?''

''Promise me, you'll take care of her, protect her, but never control her, because if I ever find out you took your anger out on her, there will be no place for you to run or hide, I will find you, and I promise I will kill you'', his eyes grey, and his voice deep and low.

Dean, smirks a little,'' first of all, I will never hurt her and secondly I should beat the crap out of you for threating me right now, but I won't, because I can see you care about her deeply, even though it bothers me, that she has loved anyone else other than me, I'm glad she has you, and I know that, if anything ever happens to me, you will be there to help her through it.''

Not expecting the sudden change of heart, he only utters, ''deal.''

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She drove back into town, wanting to get away from the fighting, arguing and what the hell ever was about to happen. It was probably so idiotic of her to leave the two men, back home, but they need to sort this shit out, and she's not going to be in the middle of all of this. ''I'm too freaking exhausted for this'', she whispers.

Finding a parking spot, she shuts down the chevy's engine, texting Eileen if she is also at the Doctor's office. She's been not feeling herself for a few weeks, and decided to visit Dr Stone on Monday, and he called this morning, saying she should pay him a visit, she told her best friend and well she insisted to be here, and frankly she was happy she offered, Eileen waved her down from a few parking's over, fast walking towards her, Eileen looked at her, concern on her face, ''what's wrong honey she signed''.

Telling her everything that just went down, Eileen insisted she will let Sam take a look if the two men is still alive.'' Dammit Eileen, how is that Dean doesn't know that I would choose him a million times over. Yes stuff did happen between me and Benny, I still deeply care about him, But I love Dean, why I don't even know, if he acts like this he makes me so furious''.

Eileen gives her assuring smile,'' we'll figure it out, okay, but first let's go in, and see what is so important that he had to tell you in person,'' holding your shaking hand.

Biting your bottom lip, you just nod and walks in, thinking that everything was going so well, you were happy and know? what disaster is about to threaten your lives now.

''Hello, please take a seat, I've called you in here today, so that we can discuss your test results'', saying with a small smile.

''Give it to me doctor Stone''. you heard him saying ''after all the tests they've done, one test came back positive'', but by then your heart sank, thinking the worst. Not really catching what he said. Looking over at Eileen, signing to you,'' its going to be okay'', you only heard Doctor Stone, saying ''my assistant will book a follow up appointment''.

Trembling, Eileen helps you up, helping you out of the Doctor's office, sitting you down in the closest chair she can find, cupping your face, so she can get your attention,'' its going to be okay''. Helping you breathe, letting you know what the doctor, really said, you look at her wide eyed, signing to her, ''if she is sure'', Eileen just nods.

Getting up on your feet, walking in by doctor Stone confirming what Eileen just told you, you walk out, feeling a bit better. Hugging your best friend, thanking her for the support. Eileen asked you if you wanted to grab a drink, sit down and chat, but you just said ''rain check''.

After this emotional day you had, you are bone tired, the only thing you want to do, is curl up in bed and sleep. Even if it means if you had to chase Dean and Benny out of the house. Pulling into the driveway, you spot Sam's pick-up truck.

Filling your lungs with some extra air you breathed in, chewing on your bottom lip, not sure what to expect, you open the door. The sight of the three men sitting laughing, each with a beer in hand, makes you burst out in tears.

Dean's the first one to see you standing there,'' hello sweetheart'', he walks closer, slightly adjusting you so that the two of you stand on the porch, placing his hand on your cheek, thumbing away your tears, is gruff voice low,'' I've been a jerk, I am so sorry for saying your mine, like your an object, your not, thank you for choosing me, I've come to realize that it was my own insecurities that came to surface, when lashing out towards Benny. I'm not really angry at you''.

Tears still spilling over the edges of her beautiful eyes, her voice brittle,'' really?''

The soft kiss Dean places on her lips, reassures her.

Looking up into his much calmer emerald eyes, ''Dean there's something you need to know'', her voice shaky.

Dean looks concerned, ''out with it sweetheart'', holding her hands in his.

''The last few days, I haven't been feeling myself, so I made an appointment on Monday to see Doctor Stone, and he called me back today, and that's where I was. I got the results of the tests his done''.

A smile tugging at her lips, her voice sweet like honey, ''Dean Winchester, how do you feel about changing your name too Daddy?''

''What? Do you mean,'' his voice heavy.

''Yes babe, we are going to be parents'', her smile spreading across her face.

''I'm going to be a father?'' his eyes showing the emotion. He picks her up, swirling her around, then placing her down gently. Her laughter fills his ears,'' I'm going to be a dad, sweetheart!'' he exclaimed. This is the best news ever. He kisses her, holding her tightly to his chest, he has always dreamed of this day, settling down with the woman he loves and wants to grow old with, kids running around playing, working on there last nerve. How is it that this amazing, angel has giving him, more than he could ever deserve.?

[jaybird-fanfics]

Burnt Out: Chapter One

Warning: This story includes themes of abuse, drug use, drinking, prostitution, sexual assault, and violence. Please read with caution.

Every chapter involving these topics will have a warning. 

Like the last Dabi story, I changed up the canon plot for this story's plot. So some things wont match up to Dabi's history. 

Like this blog, this story is not intended for minors.

Life has never been kind to you, but since when has life been known for being kind? You were promised a bright future just like everyone else, and yet like for so many others, things couldn't have gone worse for you. It started when you were high school at the age of seventeen. You had a lot of pressure put on you from the very start of your educational course. You were expected to be at the top of your class with perfect grades. You were to live up to your parent's standards that has been set for you from an early age. Your parents were both very wealthy and successful people, a stain on the family name would ruin their reputation.

You were to behave and preform perfectly without any exceptions.

Plenty of people admired you, envied you. You had lots of friends, you had money, you were fairly popular at school, and you had great looks to add to it all. And for being quirkless, well, everything else made up for it. Otherwise, you'd be treated like some sort of freak show. And aside from strict parents, your life was going pretty well.

That is until your family's business went bankrupt.

They were loosing money and fast. Their reputations ruined. All their hard work was for nothing. You could do nothing but watch as your parents grew more desperate, more hopeless and depressed. It was then, when your parents struggled to keep the lights on and put food on the table, that you decided to work harder. You would study harder to get into a good collage and find a job jut as successful and well paying as your parent's business. You'd be what brought your family back to the top.

But this would come with great sacrifice. Because you put more effort into your studies and schooling, you lost many of your friends. But you could live with that. You could always make more friends. But there was one friend that you had that never left you. He was you best friend, he stuck with you from the very beginning. He was popular too due to his family status, but he never cared about that. He didn't act like he was better than anyone else. He was just, himself. Kind, honest, caring. That was what drew you to him. He always made sure you were ok, that you were happy.

But one day, he didn't come to school for a while. You couldn't get into contact with him. Then you heard the news, and it crushed you. Your best friend, had died. Because of his family, news of his death was everywhere, it couldn't be hidden from the public. Though, one thing was kept private. And that was the cause of his death. Not knowing what happened only made you more upset. You would mourn for weeks. You had to stop thinking about it, or it would have driven you insane. So, you went back to pouring all of your attention into school.

Solely focusing on school work would take a toll on your mental health as well. You'd be staying up later at night, barely eating, only taking a break from your work to use the bathroom. And your parent didn't see a problem with this. If anything, they encouraged what you were doing.

You made them happy doing this. Fine. If that is what it takes, to keep some hope within them. You'd do it. But, more sacrifice would come from this.

Your grades began to suffer. Not sleeping resulted in you sleeping during class. You could barely pay any attention to the lessons without getting overwhelmed or exhausted. Mentally, and physically. Your parents did not like this. They began to lecture you, well, more like yell at you. Blaming your failing grades on you not putting in more effort. Not trying hard enough. Your mental health was near it's breaking point. And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse...

On your way home, walking from school, you noticed several police cars outside of your house. You were stopped by a police officer, telling you to stay back. Panic filled you, you told the officer that this was your home and desperately asked where your parents were. What your were told next, destroyed you.

Your parents had been murdered.

And things only got worse from there. You were forced into foster care. Your mental health worsened. Grades only getting worse. Eventually, you dropped out of school all together. It's not like you were present every day, you didn't pay attention in class. Your teachers would try to talk with you, but it never helped. The foster care you were placed in wasn't very good either. The children and teens were in the same or worse situations than you. So you could imagine that things were very lively. You couldn't get along with any of them. The adults weren't nice either, they wanted to get rid of as many of the children and teens as possible. They could care less about your well being or anyone else's.

You couldn't get a job anywhere. You were just...stuck.

Stuck in a terrible situation. With no way out.

When you turned eighteen you left foster care, you couldn't take being there anymore. You tried looking for work anywhere, but you were turned away every time. So, alone without any help. You were damned to live on the streets. But that would be short lived. One night, you were approached by a man. He was tall, good looking, friendly smile. You didn't pay much attention to him, you figured he might give you a little money like a few others who would pass you by. But instead, he talked with you.

"Hello." He started. "I'm sorry for approaching you out of nowhere but, I just couldn't ignore you." He says with a light chuckle. You still ignored him. Another creep, you assumed. You would see them sometimes. Weirdos on the streets cat calling you, making passes at you. "I must ask. How could someone as cute as you be on the streets? With no where to go?" He crouched down to your level. You looked up from your knees to face him finally. You were silent for a moment before speaking. "It's a long story." Was all you said. The man hummed as he nods his head. "Yes, that's the answer I usually get."

"Say, why don't I get you something to eat? You look hungry." You shook your head. "Not interested." You sure as hell weren't going to trust him. He really could be a creep. "I understand. You sit tight, I'll be right back." You looked back down as he walked away from you. About thirty minutes later, you began to drift off to sleep. It was then you heard the man again. You looked up, and saw him standing there with a take out bag in his hand. He sat it in front of you. "I didn't know what you would like. So I just got you a burger and fries." You stare at the bag for a moment. "You drugged it didn't you?" You mutter, causing the man to laugh. "No. I didn't." He moved to sit next to you.

You continued to stare at the bag for a little longer before you felt your stomach rumble. Since when was the last time you ate? You sighed deeply before opening the bag and grabbing the burger. You took a bite and waited. He was right, it wasn't drugged. So, you ate greedily. It was the best burger you've had. There was nothing but crumbs by the time you finished the meal off. The man next to you smiled. "Better?" He asks. You nod and wipe your mouth. "Thank you." You say under your breath. "Why though?"

"Because I hate to see a young lady on the streets all on her own." The man answers you. You look over at him. "I mean it. I want to help you. Here." He reaches into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. He wrote his number on it before handing it to you. "I know you don't trust me yet. But if you need anything, you call me." He stands up. "Until we meet again." He says before walking away. You look at the paper before putting in your pocket. It had to be good to be true. Someone wanting to help you. You sigh before drifting off to sleep.

[osatokun]

(for charlie - sry i love malkavians so much lol) wound, midnight, monster, heartbreak

So do I! my fav clan for sure and I stopped blaming myself for picking occult heavily based characters that are often malkavians. Enjoying what I love hehe.

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Physical? Easy. Once he got sick, he experienced the unbearable pain that could not be stopped. It was a mental disease and it slowly degraded kindred to being mindless creatures that could only kill and destroy, absolutely destroying their personality. Luckily, a salubri healed him. But after that he stopped fearing any physical pain, for better or worse. During the game he got his hands broken, he got his both legs chopped out, he got his tongue removed, his eyes got burned down several times etc etc. He has 0 fear. He understood that this is not alright, this is scary and painful for people around him too, when Glinda got sad because he was in pain. She grounds him well. As for mental and emotional.. well, he killed himself because he couldn't bear the betrayal of his trust in his family. The thought that he's lonely and family not always loves each other as you imagine. Reality crushed him, he started to take drugs, drink, and then killed himself trying to escape. So he doesn't deal well with feelings. But it's been 200 years, he's very slowly healing. He will never be entirely healed tho and he accepts it.

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping? I mean, he can't be up because of nightmares, he's a vampire after all.. but he have nightmares all the time. His past fears, his current fears, and glimpse of upcoming future haunts him. He dies over and over again. He loose his loved ones over and over again. He fears for his new found family the most. He's pretty predictable and simple I think? Understanding that he can't save everyone is also haunting him. Understanding how many people died because he let a demon escape. Because he lost hope to save someone and didn't even try. Because he wasn't brave enough. Because he wasn't quick enough and instead of saving, he enjoyed his new happy family life. Because he was weak and got too emotional. He has so many blood on his hands. He saved many, but so many died.it will always haunt him. And before Glinda, he feared to be completely alone. He locked himself from everyone because of fear being wounded, so no wonder he was alone. She showed him that he's not alone but now.. now he is afraid SHE will get wounded or killed.He believes in her, he wont bother her with his fear, but he knows the fear is here.She knows it too. monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it? He learned to accept himself as a whole. I'd say, he even love his Beast as a part oh himself. However he asked Glinda to kill him if he'll fully become a monster one day. She rejected saying she is no different. heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened? ...many. His first ever gf, Caroline, was a vampire. He is very stupid when it comes to emotions, he was sure it's going to be forever and ofcorse she likes him just as he likes her. However she used him while he was useful and easily guided. gaslited and manipulated him for almost 15 years. His sires didn't point it out, they wanted him to learn everything the hard way. But even now, when he understands what happened and that it wasn't love at all, he is grateful for the years they've been together and has no hard feelings. (even tho he run away from her in the end and still kinda fears her a bit)

Then he didn't want to meet with anyone and avoided romantical contacts with people for 10~ years. But Caroline opened something new in him, desire to be loved, to be wanted, to be with someone. And once he saved a man who didn't want to die by giving him his blood. The man mistaken new feelings with love and wanted to posses Charlie. He seduced this little stupid malk who desperately tried to run away from the need of being loved. However when Charlie understood that when he's around the blood bounds wont get weaker, he broke up with this man. But it didn't end here. This man, David, was no little fluffy bunny. He stalked Charlie, manipulated his exes ( Charlie started to meet people, but quickly break up with them) into starting a Charlie-hate club where they started to learn magic and trying to make his life a nightmare. And when people started to get hurt. Charlie had to kill David. He fooled him that all these years was just a test and he passed, now they going to be together forever. At this point David already understood that Charlie is a vampire, but he believed that all this painful need inside was the need for bites. He let Charlie bite him, and malkavian drank all of his ghoul's blood, while reading his thoughts in the process. David was a criminal, a cruel and manipulative person, but Charlie mourns him still. He visits his grave and take care of it. And also thinks he had to let David die in the first day they met in the clinic, when they were just a patient and a doctor.

[gardens-light]

Spend A Night With The Doctor

Content: Minor spoilers for 'Morbius 2022'. Fluff.

You and Michael Morbius has not only known, but also has worked for each other for a long time. Out of most people in his life, you've known his work towards a cure for himself has never been so important. But when it came to human-trails, and performing a cure on himself... You just can't shake off something is wrong...

The pain has never been this bad before. But hunching over your lab equipment and slouching in the chair probably didn't help. The slight touch of Morbius' hands shakily run over your back, somewhat relaxed you.

But the pressure he applied in the massage, was barely pressure. The knots and aches in your muscles still remained, as his trembling touch was too weak to apply any pressure. After a moment he stopped and leaned back into his white leather chair.

"How was that?"

You pulled your t-shirt back over your torso, and adjusted your lab coat. "A lot better. Thanks"

He scoffed with a slight smile, "bullshit. You're such a bad lair."

You returned his smile, "alright, so I'm still a little stiff. But it doesn't matter. It's your turn anyways."

"No, forget it. There's still much more work to do."

Sighing and ignoring him, you wheeled Morbius slightly out of reach from his desk. Pulling his lab coat off his shoulders slowly, allowing it to gather at his waist. Your fingers slipped underneath the collar of his loose shirt, and massaged his shoulders and neck with firm, but gentle pressure.

"You know- ugh! This is a waste of time-oh!"

Pulling your hands from underneath the collar, and reaching for the hem of his shirt. Slowly rolling your knuckles in a circular motion along his back, being careful of his fragile form.

"Overworking yourself wont achieve anything. I know you're hellhound on finding a cure, but working yourself to death isn't the way."

Morbius chuckled, "sometimes your positivity is more annoying than sweet-oh! Fuck!"

"And that sarcasm of yours isn't that charming either."

The doctor gently stretched, feeling his muscles relax a little and his bones click into place. While wheeling himself back to his desk.

"Better?" You asked with a smile, while looking over his shoulder.

"Always."

Martine walked in, frowning as she watched you hug Morbius from behind. You paid no attention to her, only watching Morbius fill viles with his new cure. Containing vampire-bat DNA. It passed the animal trials, therefore he was going to take his research to the next level.

"Don't do this" whispering your plea into his ear, "it's dangerous. Highly experimental. Don't forget illegal." You hugged him tighter, feeling his bony frame.

"Y/N. You of all people should know how important this is to me."

"I have a bad feeling about this, Morbius.-"

"Everything is ready, Michael."

You glanced up at Martine with a narrowed stare. Straightening your posture, while Morbius collected his equipment.

A sickening feeling twisted in your gut, as Martine assisted him. Placing viles, containers. mixtures within a padded brief case. Computer work being saved onto a coded thumb-drive.

You grabbed Martine's hand, pulling her away from the desk. "If you cared about him, you wouldn't let him do this."

She scoffed at your plea, "if you cared about him! You'll understand why he needs to do this!"

"This is wrong. Something's not right"

"That's not your decision to make!"

Martine pushed you away, as she snatched the briefcase out of Morbius' hands. Allowing him to get a better grip on his crutches, which supported his weight, as he stood up.

"Ladies, I'm right here."

Morbius took a breath before looking at you. His course expression softening, as you gazed at him with a saddened face.

You knew more than anyone how important his research was. Throughout the years you've known him, you've watched this rare decease slowly kill him. Affecting his daily routine, despite how hard he pushed through.

But you just couldn't shake off this bad feeling in your gut. it twisted and turned your insides to a sickening point. Something was wrong.

Morbius could see that something plagued on your mind, reaching a unsteady hand towards your cheek. As Martine quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, attempting to support him better. He placed a gentle hand upon your cheek, stroking his thumb against your smooth skin.

"How about this? I'll leave with a promise." He cooed, "Not only to return better and cured. But we'll do anything you want! Go Anywhere!"

Placing a hand over his, trying to smile through the tears. "But we can do that now. Let's go to the movies. Go out for dinner. You're my best friend!... I don't want to lose you."

Martine turned up her nose and slowly pulled Morbius away from you. With a heavy heart, you watched them leave. Only to stand alone within the lab...

Two Days Later

"Police are baffled with today's mystery crime scene. Eight bodies dead, and one female in hospital in a stable condition. From a ship which drifted to shore. Reports say the victims were attacked and drained of their blood. More detail's at tonight's six o'clock news."

Coffee no longer settled your nerves. And the news certainly didn't help with the overthinking. You haven't heard, nor seen Morbius in days. You visited Martine in hospital, but she didn't shred any light on the situation.

At first, Martine didn't say much. Just simply complained about the hospital food, or changed the subject whenever you asked what happened. Sometimes she even remained completely silent. But soon, she refused visits and contact from you altogether. Doctor's refusing you entrance due to your last visit...

"Where is he?" your narrowed glare watched her eat some jelly, while Martine just complained about it. "What happened?"

"With private care and state of the art hospital. You'd think they'll provide better food."

Snatching the jelly tub from Martine, she finally met your stare. "Where is Morbius?!"

"I... don't know-"

"Bullshit! It's all over the news Martine! He's not at work, nor along the dead bodies!"

"I don't know where he is!"

"You should of listened to me! He's gone because of you!-"

"You're not a doctor! If he'd listened to you, he'll be dead because of it!"

Her remark hurt you more than you showed. Finally falling silent, Martine gazed at you. Her expression a mixture of sadness and annoyance. "Michael was in pain and dying every day!. Do you really think he cared about your love for him? Or did you believe he'll drop everything, thinking such a stupid thing could keep him going?."

Martine sat up, frowning as she snatched the jelly tub out of your hands. "Michael chose and wanted me! I was there during his important break through in his research!"

Tears rolled down your cheek, "and look what happened... He's missing and you're in hospital. I may not be a doctor, but all this could of been avoided, if you just listened..."

You shook the convocation out of your head, attempting to try and focus to get to work. Rain and wind swept through the streets, drenching your hair and face. The attempt of adjusting your fur-lined coat, and knitted scarf didn't do much. Droplets chilled you as they ran down the gap between your coat collar and skin. The only relief given, when you entered into the reception. Tapping your ID badge and showing it to the security guard.

Taking the lift to the third floor, sneaking through the halls which lead to Morbius' personal lab. Although you worked at the company, security only allowed you in, only if he was there. Y'know, Morbius being your boss and all.

Softly closing the glass doors as you quietly entered the lab. Strangely the soft white glow of the ceiling lights, lit up the labs- despite Morbius' absence. The bats continued to fly in their upward and downward, circular motion within their glass cylinder prison. Placing your bag upon his desk, what came to your sights confused you even more. Your eyes looking at the mess- knowing fair well it wasn't as the same as before. In fact, it wasn't even anything related to any of his medical research.

Instead, sketches of vampires from classic literature, multiple of opened books, exposing the lore of the creatures of the night.

"What... is this?" a mutter left you, as you picked up a piece of paper. Silently brief reading the 'Dracula' tale.

You were dumfounded and completely confused. "Who's been using Morbius' lab? And why this topic?.-"

"Y/N?"

A familiar voice froze you still. No... it can't be... You felt a gentle stare upon your back, and slow footsteps approaching you. Remaining frozen, the owner of the voice circled and faced you.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, the paper falling out of your hand, as your shocked stare fell onto the man which stood before you.

"Morbius?"

His gentle expression of concern gazed at you, while he remained speechless. Allowing you to process the view in front of you.

He stood steadily on his own two feet, not a wobble or quake in his legs. Morbius slouched a little-like he was somehow trying to make himself appear smaller. Less threatening? Maybe.

Although his button-up shirt was loose, you could still see the muscle definition that he certainly didn't have before. Anyone else would of mistaken him for a athlete in training. Even his hair seemed less greasy, as it was tied into a man-bun, with a few strains framing his face. You reached out to touch his face, Morbius welcomed your gentle touch and slightly leaned into your palm. He was warm, and had colour to his face.

Tears reached your watery eyes, "where have you been? I-I've been worried sick! Do you have any idea of how scared, and worried I've been?."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But right now, it isn't safe for you here.-"

"What?"

"You need to leave. Stay home!-"

"No!-"

"Y/N, please-"

You pulled away from him. Tears streaming down your face, as a frown remained on your lips. "What kind of apology is that? I've been lost and alone without you! Martine barely spoke, nor explained what happened! And on top, I see you for less than ten seconds, and I'm supposed to just leave?!."

Morbius bit his lip, "Y/N... I understand, and I'm so sorry to be the cause of your pain. And I promise I'll explain everything at another time. Please leave. It's not safe for you here!"

"No! I'm not going anywhere!-"

"I said leave!"

Taking another step backwards, as shock and fear flashed across your face. His brief expression of anger and twisted features, slowly relaxed as sadness washed over Morbius. He looked away from you, as he leaned on the desk. Your eyes widened as a realization hit you hard.

"You've become a vampire."

A heavy sigh left him, "yes... as I predicted my 'cure' worked. As you can see I'm fitter, stronger, healthier than I've ever been. But... as you predicted... something went wrong."

"This is the side effect.?"

Morbius nodded. "Including... the need to consume human blood. I've tried to get by on my artificial blood, but it only works for a few hours. And even that is dwindling."

He looked at you, "I am so sorry, Y/N. For everything. Not contacting you so you didn't worry, and leaving you scared. And worse of all... I'm sorry for not listening to you, when you tried to warn me. I should of taken you more seriously."

You sheepishly smiled, "well... I'm not a doctor, so... can't really make decisions based on 'gut feeling'.-"

Hurt softened his expression, "Did Martine say that to you?"

Your silence told him everything.

"Y/N. You are the most valuable person within this whole building! You may not be a doctor, but you're worth more than that to me! You're... important to me. Always have been."

Morbius cradled your face, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs. "I-I'm... important to you? Then... why didn't you show it?"

"I don't want you to give your heart to a dying man, Y/N. Our lives together would of been short. And now... it hurts even more, cause I can't let you give your heart to a monster-"

You silenced him with a tender kiss. Arms slowly wrapping around his neck, as Morbius' hands slid down to your waist and cradled you in a gentle embrace.

Breaking apart from the slow passion of his lips against yours. You smiled sweetly, "I will always give my heart to you. No matter what you say. I'll never leave, nor stop loving you."

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[sirsen]

I had an idea for the mouse AU and how Cross befriends Horror.

The three little mice have to wait until Horror is sleeping somewhere before they can go out and look for food. They have some dried berries, nuts, and insects stored in Killer’s burrow, but with three mice to feed, it wont be enough. They need to go out and scavenge for anything edible.

One day while they’re out looking for food, Reaper (a raven) finds them. They try to get away by going through a brier patch, but Cross’s hood gets caught in the thorns. Reaper manages to catch up to them. He can’t go into the brier patch, but with him so close, he’ll catch them as soon as they try to leave. Since he can’t get them right away, he starts taunting them, “ah, little morsels gathering together to form a meal for me. How nice of you to save me the trouble of catching you one at a time.”

During the commotion, Horror wakes up from his nap and finds the tracks the little mouse group left and follows them. When he finds the group cornered in a brier patch and a raven waiting to snatch them up, he becomes angry. He’s waited for several days to catch this group, and at this point, he’s too hungry to give them up to some bird. Too hungry and angry to think of the consequences, Horror attacks Reaper. He manages to get a few bites and scratches in, since he attacked him from behind while he was distracted with the mice. While the two predators are fighting, the mice manage to get out of the thorns.

Unfortunately for Horror, Reaper is much stronger and manages to overpower him. He has the rat pinned to the ground, his talons sinking into his flesh, “well now since you’ve made me loose my lunch, you’ll make a fine replacement. A rat the size of 3 mice is a good trade.” Hearing the rat’s pained squeaks, Cross is reluctant to leave. He wants to go back and help, but Dust and Killer hold him back. Luring a badger away is one thing, but Reaper has flight on his side, so he’ll be much harder to get away from if they manage to get him to let the rat go.

Before Cross can do anything rash, a loud bang sounds in the forest – even Reaper startles at the sound. A hunter is near by. While Reaper is distracted, Horror bites his foot, making the bird release him. The rat lets out a growl, showing that he still has some fight left in him, but Reaper isn’t willing to stick around any longer with a hunter in the area. As the raven flies away, he calls to the rodents, “you were lucky this time, but one day that luck will run out. Death calls to everyone eventually.”

With the raven gone, Horror’s adrenaline fades, and he collapses in the snow. Everything is quiet now, so Cross cautiously approaches, much to Dust and Killer’s irritation. Killer hold onto Cross’s tail to prevent him from getting any closer to the rat. Now that he can see the state that Horror is in, bloody and trembling, Cross knows that even if Reaper doesn’t come back to finish him off, he won’t survive the winter with wounds that deep.

Cross gives a pleading look to Dust and Killer, wanting to help the poor rat, but they aren’t going to let the mouse get himself killed. Dust tells him coldly, “just leave him. Even if you did help him, he would just eat us anyway. Besides, it’s better this way. Now we don’t have to worry about him hunting us anymore.” With two against one, Cross has no choice but to leave Horror and follow the others back to the burrow. However, once Dust and Killer are asleep, Cross takes a few nuts and berries back to the rat. He knows the rat might be hostile towards him, so best to bring a peace offering.

Horror is still in the same spot where he left him, luckily Reaper didn’t come back for him. The rat growls when he hears the mouse approaching him, but when he puts a nut in front of his nose, he quickly quiets, snatching it up and eating it vigorously. Seeing this, Cross realizes that the rat hasn’t eaten in days. He wants to bring him back to the burrow where he’ll be safe and warm, but he’s too small to carry him, so Horror will have to move on his own. Using a dried berry, Cross beacons to the rat, asking him to follow and promising that there will be more food and a warm place to sleep as long as he doesn’t hurt him or the others. Horror doesn’t respond, but with the promise of food, he follows.

Once in the burrow, Horror immediately sniffs out their food stores and starts munching away all their food. Cross worries that he will eat it all, but how can he tell him to stop? Would he even listen if he tried? At least with the food distracting the rat, he’s able to get close enough to clean his wounds. Horror is hesitant to trust the mouse, but he gave him food and a safe and warm place to sleep…

“Horror…” Cross’s ears perk up when the rat spoke for the first time. He tilts his head in confusion, so the rat spoke again to clarify, “my name….is Horror.” Deciding that this would be enough to satisfy the mouse for now, Horror curled up in the nest to sleep.

Dust is furious with Cross when he wakes up to find a giant rat in their nest. How will they survive now that the rat has eaten their food and the nest is no longer safe? While Cross and Dust argue, Killer notices that the rat hasn’t woken up despite how noisy the two mice are being. He cautiously boops his nose. When Horror doesn’t even twitch, Killer concludes that he must’ve gone into hibernation. He tells Dust that he won’t be waking up until the snow melts, so the nest will still be safe.

Even if the nest is safe, they still need to worry about food. Killer decides to go into hibernation as well, this way only Dust and Cross will need to eat, so they won’t have to find as much food. Dust still doesn’t like this, he wants to kick the rat out of the nest, but he isn’t strong enough to do it himself, and Cross certainly isn’t going to help him. He has no choice but to accept the rat into their nest.