#it'll probably get dark soon... might be bad

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Heyo- the power went out at my place after a storm. it got me thinking- what would the dmc boys do during a power outage with their s/o? Thank you (:

This is such a sweet and funny idea, thank you for sending the request and I'm sorry that I'm only just NOW getting to it. I'm going to include Credo because I love him.

Black Clouds Provoke Isolation.

The DMC boys during a power outage with their S/O.

Dante

He is accustomed to not having the power work at the Devil May Cry, but he understands that it's probably not something his S/O would be all that acquainted with. First he'll look up and curse quietly to himself, clicking his tongue and turning his head away as he sits in the darkness. As soon as his S/O comes in and starts to worry about it, he's there to calm them down and tell them that it's not a big deal and that this sort of thing happens all the time. Much to their dismay, Dante... power is important, without power the fridge can't keep the pizza and beers cold. His motivation arises at the risk of these important assets being lost.

If his S/O is afraid of the dark or has an issue with it, he'll drape himself over them like a blanket.

"Alright lets get you to the couch", and then he guides(drags) them to the couch to hunker down until the power comes back on.

Dante would poke fun of them for that, if it weren't for his own apprehension to wandering around in the dark. He gets it, since a lot of bad things tend to happen to him in the dark. That's probably what's going on in the mind of his S/O so the least he can do is be there and comforting for them where he didn't have anyone to comfort himself during those times.

"Hey... it'll be okay, we've been through worse before haven't we?", he'll say in a melancholic sort of way.

When the lights do eventually come back on, he has this big smile on his face and looks down to his S/O. He'd chuckle and give them a quick nudge.

"It came back on! See? What'd I tell you?", and after making sure that his partner's alright, he's going off to check if the pizza and beers are still good. A little celebratory snack wouldn't hurt, and he's thinking that a bit of pizza and a cold drink might cheer them up.

Vergil

Like his brother, he doesn't quite care for the dark when the power goes out, but that's because he's grown used to a lack of light in his life. The darkness is something he's come to embrace, something he can move freely through and about without concern. Of course, this changes somewhat with his S/O by his side. He moves to find them first throughout the power outage, making sure that they're alright. However, he's a bit lost as to what to do in this situation since it's never happened to him enough times before where he's become familiar with what course of action to take. He's spent more time in Hell than in the human world, and will rely on his S/O to take charge, which is something he dislikes.

Vergil would ask them if there's anything that he can do to help, like light some candles or check on the appliances or anything like that. He'd also grow a bit frustrated with them when they don't turn on when he tries to use them or if there isn't anything else he can do to try and help. The Darkslayer tries not to pout and fold his arms in the corner as everything else essentially gets handled for him or by someone else. However, he isn't totally useless here. If there is something he can do, it is also to provide comfort for his S/O in the case that they're not as fond of the dark as he is.

If this gets in the way of them trying to take action, he'll guide them through the house and ask them what they need. Once everything is squared away, his focus is directed onto his partner. What do they need right now? What can he provide for them? Comforting others may not be his strong suit, but he will everything he can for their sake. If this is just holding onto them and pressing their head into his shoulder, he will do it. He won't admit it, but he's glad that their able to vulnerable with him, allowing him to be the rock that they can lean on in their time of need. Besides, he quite enjoys these small moments of reprieve and being close to his S/O.

V

The first one to start is Griffon, commenting about how the lights have gone off and how it's suddenly gotten a bit colder. V acknowledges this from his familiar and starts to get up from his spot on the couch to go and locate his S/O to inform them of the problem if they weren't previously aware already. If they're already getting to it, he's sitting back and watching them, admiring the way that they're handling the situation. He'll leave them after a moment to go and find if he can do something to assist them, such as bringing them a flashlight or even a few candles to light around the house so that things are easier to see. He's not all too bothered by a lack of power, tolerant at best, but he does get cold after idling for a while.

When all that can be done is done, he's curled up on the couch with a spot made available for his partner. V waits for them to come and join him, as he'd like for them to share their warmth with him. Sitting together, he'll start to read from his book of poems as Shadow drapes herself across the two of them. It is a perfect way to relax during an event that they don't have much control over, especially if he notices that his S/O is a bit uncomfortable with the lack of power. V would be too, if it weren't for having his partner at his side.

The comfort of not being alone through this gives him the strength he needs to get through it, and he hopes that he can shed that same strength to his S/O. Griffon complains about the mushy romantic spiel that V sings, flocking off to go and check if the power's back on. While the mouthy bird is out of the picture, he returns his attention to being assuring that all will be okay, as it is not the end... yet. Of course, it's within his nature to be a little teasing to them, and he enjoys watching the way they react to his words. When the power does return, he won't be releasing them from his grasp any time soon. V quite likes snuggling with his S/O and he'd like to be with them for a little longer before they eventually do get up to leave.

Nero

He's a little irritated when the power goes out, and ends up cursing the storm for the lack of lights in the house. Nero looks to his S/O and asks if they're okay before he even starts to do anything else, making sure they're all good first and then going to start the backup generator. At the least, he's got a backup plan, thanks to Nico for providing him with a spare(at a 'good' price.)

"Come on you bastard", he's mouthing off to the generator as he yanks the cord to bring it to life.

Nero returns to his partner as soon as that's been squared away, and takes their hand in his to go and grab the flashlights and other lights and what not. He looks around to see if there's anything that he might've forgotten about or if there's anything that his S/O hasn't done. He likes to be on top of things, even having a little plan that Kyrie made to go over until the power comes back on. It isn't the end of the world, but he hates sitting still for too long, even if all that's left to do is to wait. He'd have called Kyrie too by then, asking if the boys are doing okay while he's here with his S/O.

If his S/O happens to be anxious without the power, Nero probably won't be of much help. He's a better listener than he is the guy to go to for advice, awkwardly standing around while Kyrie would cry about something that happened to her or that she was going through. He's gotten better over the years though. He'll take his partner to the couch and make sure they're nice and cozy, offering them an earbud to take and listen to some music while he sits with them, waiting for the storm to pass and eventually for the power to return. He's attentive, and tries, and that's all that anyone can ever really ask for.

When the power does come back, he's cracking a smile, and even hits them with something witty and sarcastic.

"Was that so bad? You did just fine"

And they did! And he presses a little kiss to their forehead.

Credo

He had expected such to happen when he caught the forecast on the news just a few days prior. He suspected that something like the power going out would happen, and so he's pleasantly pleased with himself when he managed to be correct in his assessment.

"Not to worry, I've got this", Credo assures his S/O as he moves with a calmness to gather the things that he has prepared in case such an emergency were to arise. There are bottled waters, flashlights, and the like.

One could even say that Credo's a little too prepared. He makes his calls to Kyrie and Nero, making sure that they're alright and have everything just as he had instructed Kyrie. While with his S/O, he's going over what the plan is and etc. The one-winged devil is a little impatient with things, pacing around the house as he waits for the power to return, and checks in with his partner to make sure that they're okay too. It might take their own assurance that things are okay to calm him down from his restlessness.

Credo isn't usually one to have his feathers ruffled, but there are times where even he loses his cool, like when the Order used his sister to further their own goals. It was absolutely unacceptable, and he'd hope that her, Nero, and the boys were doing just as fine as him and his S/O were. If his S/O were to become anxious during the predicament at any point, he'd stop his own fretting for a moment to address theirs. He'd apologize if he had any part to take in causing it, and promptly pull them into a hug, after asking if it were okay to hug them. His formalities could be found endearing, even after all this time, and they do end up calming his partner down. The distraction is more than appreciated as he tries to figure out what to talk about.

Although one may find that he's not so good with small talk, and curses himself for not being better at it for their sake.

Sparda

The dark knight doesn't see a power outage as a problem, even finding it a bit trivial that the lights went out all because of a silly little storm? He alerts you rather loudly that there isn't any power.

"Dear!! The lights have gone out! Is everything alright?"

Funny how he could create the contraptions necessary to power the Temen-Ni-Gru, but simple electricity puzzles him. Ah, oh well. He could easily provide a bit of light with a bit of magic. He was quite good at that, and he does well to emulate a bit of light for him and his S/O to walk around the house if he wasn't too busy with reading or doing anything else the moment the power went out. His main priority is his partner and after seeking them out, he's making sure that they're alright and taken care of. Upon finding them, he'll snake his arms around their trunk before pulling them close to himself.

"That didn't scare you did it?", he'd ask as he smirks into the back of their head, pressing a kiss to their hair as he takes a gander at the state of their abode.

He's off to check on other things if his beloved is fine and dandy. With a bit of his devil's magic he'd even start on preparing them some tea to enjoy until the power comes back on. Sparda does enjoy using his talents every now and then, showing off his power in these small displays to charm his S/O further even though he's already secured them. It's something that he can't help. He does get a bit more serious if his partner happens to be a bit disturbed by the lack of power. It's almost like a 180, where his lightheartedness is replaced by being more levelheaded and attuned to every little thing from his partner. The pupils of his eyes narrow as he kneels before them, surrendering himself to them as he takes their hands into his own.

"Darling, if there is anything that I can do, you just need to say the word", he says in a sultry tone. He'll bring their hands to his lips as he thumbs over the back of them.

#phonk scribes #your letter has been received #dante x reader #vergil x reader #v x reader #nero x reader #credo x reader #sparda x reader #dmc x reader #dmc imagines #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry x reader #fluff #[ I feel like I don't have a good enough grasp on V and Nero but thrive off of the others... ] #[ I should've included Urizen ] #[ enjoy! ] #[ again... sorry that this is so late hehfdjjsfh ]

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There's Doodles of Rams in the Margins - Enemies to lovers!Jschlatt x F!Reader (pt.1)

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Plot: During a lunch with her best friend and roommate Shae, the love hating cynic Y/n is introduced to her new boyfriend Ted Nivision and his friend Schlatt. Little does she know, her and Schlatt would butt heads at a party later that night, leaving her storming out soaking wet and enraged, but with the phone number of a charismatic and attractive curly haired man named Hasan. Warnings: drinking, asshole schlatt, mentions of hookups, swearing Word Count: 2983

A/n: This is just setting up the plot. It'll have better pacing in later chapters. As per usual, not proofread, adhd has me in tight grip and if I get started on proofreading I'll never end and edit it forever. Might look for beta readers soon.

Perhaps in the past it was a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife, but nowadays you couldn’t help but scoff at the notion. 

In the 21st century, the very idea of a man wanting to settle down with pure intentions seemed far-fetched, especially if the man happened to be wealthy. Many called you cynical for this point of view, but as a sex and romance advice columnist you’d heard of enough horror stories to swear off the concept of love entirely. So, when your best friend and roommate Shae told you over your regular saturday lunch that things were getting serious with a guy she had met, you couldn’t help but be suspicious of the man’s intentions, although you tried to politely bite back the majority of your thoughts on the matter.

“His name’s Ted, Ted Nivision.” Shae smiled as the name left her lips. The instant the name hit the air you pulled out your phone, ready to do a thorough background check on the man.

Shae’s hand flew across the table and landed on top of yours, gently lowering your phone. “That’s not necessary Y/n. Besides, you wouldn’t find anything personal anyways.”

“It’s not that rare of a name,” You reasoned. “It couldn’t be that hard,” You paused, eyes widening. “...Unless he gave you a fake one!” Shae let out a small laugh. “It’s not like that! He’s just a youtuber, he’s got all the personal stuff locked down as much as he can.”

You sent Shae an incredulous stare, putting your phone back onto the table. She smiled in return, used to your protectiveness, knowing what was coming next. “LA men are bad enough Shae, but an influencer?” You began to chastise her. “He’s–”

“I know the drill Y/n, we don’t need to go through this every time.” She rolled her eyes lightheartedly. 

Others found your skepticism annoying, but Shae got it. She understood in ways no one else would or could. As your lifelong best friend, Shae knew your biggest secret: you were completely hopeless when it came to love, you’ve never had a romantic relationship. The shitty experiences people wrote to you about, your parents, and her own failed relationships were your only windows into what a relationship was like. Throughout your life she had a front row seat to witnessing you become so closed off to the idea of letting a man into your life. So, she appreciated and understood the pure intentioned concern,  but still patiently tried to change your mind on the matter, even when everyone else considered it a lost cause. 

“I’m just saying, you know how men like that are. Big fucking egos Shae, it gets in the way of everything,” You stabbed your fork into your salad a bit harder than you intended. “Is he actually successful or just some wannabe? You don’t want a guy with some trash soundcloud rapper mindset.”

“He’s got over a million subscribers I think?” She hummed, unlocking her phone and scrolling for a few moments before turning the screen to you, a dark haired man with glasses staring at you.

“I mean he’s cute I guess, if you’re into the geeky look,” You examined his face. “You could find someone hotter, but I’d probably hate him more if he was.”

Shae put away her phone and swatted the side of your arm playfully. “You haven’t even met him yet!” You paused as you lifted another forkful to your mouth.

“We both know how this is gonna go, Shae. He could be Jesus-fuckin’-Christ himself and he still wouldn’t be good enough for you.”

She let out a small laugh. “Well, please don’t be too obvious about your feelings. He should be here about–” She quickly checked the time on her lockscreen, but before she could finish her sentence the tall dark haired man you recognized as Ted speed-walked over right on cue, a brunette above 6ft with odd facial hair trailing after him. You couldn’t help but think he pulled off the mutton chop loop. In fact, with his sharp, prominent nose, large stature, and flowing, wavy hair that was partially covered by a NY Yankees cap, you found yourself admiring the man’s appearance.

“Sorry, sorry! Am I late?” Ted leaned down to kiss Shae’s cheek, your friend grinning at the small action. 

“Right on time, Ted.” Shae’s grin was plastered on her face, but a quick glance toward you showed that her eyes asked you to play nice. “This is Y/n by the way.” She gestured to you expectantly. It took you a few moments to catch on, busy chewing on your salad and sneaking glances at the man who seemed to be a friend of Ted, but once you realized you were meant to do something, you quickly waved. 

Ted sat in the seat beside Shae, leaving the uniquely attractive man who accompanied him standing beside the table. “Sorry, Schlatt wanted to tag along, but I figured he wouldn’t be too much of a nuisance.” He apologized, mostly to Shae.

“I wanted to spend time with my friend if I’m stuck here in smoggy L.A,” ‘Schlatt’ huffed.

“Oh Schlatt, you can sit beside Y/n!” She pointed to the chair beside you. You moved your purse onto the floor, watching the tall man as he crossed over to sit beside you, giving him a polite small smile. “It’s nice to meet you again.”

“You too.” He nodded in response, giving you a silent, examining look.

The man didn’t seem socially awkward, instead Schlatt just came off as reserved. From Ted’s comment about him being a nuisance, this behavior seemed odd to you. Perhaps he was just being good for Ted’s sake, or just getting a feel of the situation before getting more comfortable. 

“I’m Y/n,” You introduced. Not knowing what to do or say, you went to take another bite of your salad, only to be greeted by an empty bowl. You tried not to frown at the betrayal, opting to take a sip of your drink instead. Schlatt let out a hum, turning on his phone. Perhaps he was just tired?

“So, are you two looking forward to the party tonight?” Ted spoke up, breaking the silence that fell over the table. Although his body language made him appear comfortable, with his arm stretched around Shae’s shoulders, you noticed the awkwardness he felt through the apparent stiffness of his shoulders.

“Party?” You looked over to Shae who smiled sheepishly. 

“Ted! I was gonna ease her into it!” Shae laughed. “Ted invited us to a party with him and Schlatt, it’s gonna be a good one apparently. Some group rented out a mansion on AirBnB. You totally have to come!”

“I’m busy that day,” You said quickly. Schlatt, who was busy on his phone, let out a small chuckle that he tried to bite back.

“It’s tonight,” Ted restated.

“Yeah and I have plans tonight,” You said quickly, searching your brain for an excuse. Your search was cut short by Shae.

“You were complaining about having nothing to do all day when we got here. C’mon Y/n, It’ll be fun!” 

You went to sip your drink to stall while you thought of an escape plan, only to end up slurping air. The world seemed to be against you today. “Okay, okay, only for a bit. And I’m stealing back the Jimmy Choos I let you borrow.”

//

Sometimes you wished you were better at saying no to Shae. Especially right now.

The party was lively. The bass throbbed throughout the rented mansion as if the building had a heartbeat and the large crowd of people gathered throughout the house swayed in time with it as if the party had cast a spell upon them and commanded it. Although you were committed to being huffy in the corner, you couldn’t help tapping a foot as well. Outside, in the absurdly large yard took place a makeshift game of baseball while others mingled on the deck.

Hate was a word you used quite liberally, despite being warned against it your whole childhood. Despite its secure place in your vocabulary, it was rare for you to truly mean the word as defined. However, in your current situation you felt yourself feeling the word so deeply it was as if you created it yourself. Your irritation was worsened by the knowledge that if the party was populated by any other group of people, you’d be having an amazing time. It wasn’t as if you were upset just because you were a buzzkill, usually you were the first one to suggest a night out and the last one to get into the uber home (after being pulled in by your friends). No, it wasn’t for a lack of loving parties. You just hated the people at this one specifically. You couldn’t stand Influencers.

Your eyes scanned the crowd for Shae, noting the amount of cameras out with scrutiny. You couldn’t help but wonder how many of these people actually liked each other. How many of them were actually friends once the cameras shut off? You couldn’t stand the insincerity that seemed to permeate through every interaction they had, not to mention the egos that they broke their back carrying. 

Unfortunately, the familiar brunette you were searching for was not to be found, the two of you had been separated an hour ago when a group of people pulled her and Ted away to talk. Your phone battery was dangerously low, so you didn’t send more than one text her way. It was only a mansion, she couldn’t have gotten far, surely you’d find each other if you stayed in one spot. The situation made you feel a bit like a child lost in a supermarket. What was next? Practicing a stop, drop, and roll?

The sigh that escaped your lips was rendered inaudible by both the music and the laughter floating through the open patio door to your right, where out in the backyard a makeshift baseball game seemed to be occurring– with cameras out, of course. Unlike usual, your carefully crafted, much too expensive outfit wasn’t enough to lift your spirits. Opting for plan b, you raised your lips to take a sip of your drink. 

It seemed as if brunette men over 6ft were scurrying into your life like rats, with the man who just came to stand beside you being no exception. You tried to subtly look at the attractive man under the guise of scanning the crowd for Shae once more as you sipped your drink, only to notice him staring at you. Like a cobra, the moment the rim of the cup left your lips, he struck quickly.

“I haven’t seen you around this type of thing before, what’s your name?” He questioned. You took the opportunity to get a better look at the man before looking away with faux disinterest. You were opposed to love, yes, but a good hookup was something you were glad to indulge in.

“Isn’t introducing yourself first the chivalrous thing to do?” You commented, opting to act hard to get to give him the thrill of the chase.

“Excuse my manners, I’m a bit buzzed. I’m Hasan Piker. Can I know your name now, mystery girl?”

You let out a small laugh, turning to face him finally. “Y/n.”

“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve heard of you. I’d certainly remember if I did. What type of content do you make?” 

You tried not to grimace at his assumption. “I’m sort of a sexual anthropologist.” You stretched your job description to the limit.

He raised an eyebrow. “Onlyfans?” 

“A magazine advice columnist. It focuses on sex and relationships,” You elaborated with a laugh. “Though I’m trying to break into real journalism.”

He laughed. “‘Sexual anthropologist’?” He ruminated on the words. “Well that’s a creative way of saying it, although it doesn’t seem to be entirely inaccurate.”

“Circumlocution is a guilty pleasure. I’m assuming you’re a streamer or something?” 

“Quite a bit of political content.”

You hummed. “More respectable than most.”

Hasan let out a small chuckle. “But let's not talk business. I can’t talk long, content obligations. But I saw you across the room and wanted to give you my number, maybe we could get more acquainted later.”

You pulled out your phone, opening it up to the contacts app and handing it over. “I don’t hate the idea of that,” You smirked, internally beginning to enjoy being dragged along to this party now that you had the chance at spending a night of meaningless sex with his muscular form.

He took the phone from your hand and typed in his number. “I have to go, but text me. I’ll be looking forward to it.” His warm hand brushed against your exposed back, rubbing a small circle into your flesh with his thumb before slinking into the crowd from where he came.

You tried to hide the smirk that threatened to creep onto your lips, trying to play it cool in case anyone was watching. In an attempt to hide your smirk of satisfaction you raised your drink to your lips, only to find yourself wet and on the floor just a millisecond later, pain and the flashes and clicks of cameras flooding your senses.

The large form crashing into your body was far too sudden for you to even make a sound or register what had happened for a few moments. Slowly your brain began to piece things together. The open patio door in front of you, the baseball game going on outside that had halted with its players staring your way in shock, the impossibly heavy weight that kept you pinned to the hardwood floor. Some fucker had tackled you in an attempt to catch a ball. You were too stunned to speak, and the delayed full-body pain that flowed into your body only added to your silence.

“Watch where you’re standing, toots.” The voice, although with the telltale slur of a drunk man, sounded slightly familiar. Your disoriented brain took a bit to focus, but once it did you saw the face of Ted’s friend Schlatt hovering above you, illuminated by harsh camera flashes.

Your eyes stung as they teared up, embarrassment, pain, and anger flooding your senses all at once.

“Watch where I’m standing? You’re the one who fucking ran into me!” You shouted back in anger, not caring about the cameras and bystanders surrounding you. “Get off of me!”

The man huffed as he moved his large form to his feet, a motion your sore body copied once he released you from your prison beneath him. “If you paid more attention to your surroundings you’d’ve seen me coming!” 

“It’s a dark room!”

“Try drinking less, you’ll be more aware of your surroundings.” He retorted with a pissed off chuckle.

“I’m not the one who reeks of whiskey!” You angrily jabbed a finger into his chest. “I’m not taking this from some ‘influencer’ with an over-inflated ego,” You hopefully accurately guessed his occupation from his attitude before turning on your heel and storming away, focusing most of your energy on not stumbling in pain with such a variety of pitying and angry eyes on your form. Behind you you could hear Schlatt yell out in triumph about having caught the ball, his announcement resulting in loud cheers.

“Y/n! What’s wrong?” You heard Shae’s worried voice as you neared the parties exit. Ted trailed behind her, looking confused at the state you were in. You must have looked like a wreck. Even without a mirror you could tell your hair was messed up and your backless white dress was stained from your drink when Schlatt barreled into you. 

“That fucking guy, Schlatt,” You replied, sending a glare to Ted. “Crashed into me trying to catch a ball and blamed it on me.”

Shae’s face turned angry at your words, looking expectantly at Ted and presumably opening her mouth to tell him to do something about his friend.

“I’ll talk to him, he hasn’t been himself recently,” Ted spoke quickly, giving you an apologetic look.

“Don’t. I don’t want some coerced apology. He’s a dick, it’s whatever. I doubt I’ll even see him much after tonight.” You weren’t sure why Shae and Ted had such weird looks on their faces as you said that, but you felt too scrambled to question it. “I’m just worried about pictures and videos of it ending up everywhere.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Ted comforted. 

“Let's get you home first, I doubt you want to be here any longer,” Shae spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you out the front door.

The outside air was cool upon your skin as your drink dried into sticky patches on your skin. The slight breeze felt piercing on the wet spots of your dress that clung tightly to you. You let out a small sigh, the sound of the party fading into the background as the three of you walked to Ted’s car. He had agreed to be the designated driver for the night, something you appreciated. You would have felt awful making some poor Uber driver’s car reek of booze. 

You were so exhausted you didn’t pay much attention to Shae helping you into the car, your body feeling heavy as you rested your head against the back seat window. Thankfully, the two in the front seat respected your reluctance to talk much. You found yourself ruminating on your latest interaction with Schlatt. It felt so fast, there wasn’t much for you to think of at all about it, but of one thing you were certain: you deplored the man, and you looked forward to never seeing him again. 

//

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pick a pile: "An encouraging message for you"

take a breathe and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read an ecouraging message for you from your Guides and/or dearest ones (may be also soulmates or your higher self). I think everyone here needs to hear some nice words right now: blood moon might have been emotionally raw and triggering on stuff we thought we were done with.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you.

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I think this blood moon has been pretty rough on you. You may have experienced a lot of triggers, especially hiccups on stuff you thought you were done with. You might have been feeling pretty bad about it. I'm sorry, remember you don't have to feel bad: it's okay to have fallbacks. The message for you is to keep strong and look behind/under this cover of suffering to find the good side and your happiness.

You're being asked to go through this in order to feel better, and grow into your better self. There's no punishment here. Like the bottle in your pic: if you take time to clean it, you'll find a beautiful, maybe old and a bit signed by time, but still entire and perfect bottle (probably even more precious cause of the time that has passed and of what it has been through). Same goes for you. You have no idea how precious you are. But you will soon. Remind yourself it's okay to stop and chill, take breaks and just close your eyes and regulate yourself. Ground yourself. Take time to do so especially when things get too overwhelming. Breathing work (through your nose, and use your belly too as when you sleep, not just your stomach/lungs. It'll help you relax you lower back).

Remember that you can take control over your shadow's sides, over your emotions: you need to meet them and understand where your unmet needs are bugging you from your unconscious self. Don't let fear and self sabotage block you and your life. Don't let this dark side of you come out and take over as they please, take advantage of you/sabotage you. Sit and talk with it, analyze its needs and why it is there. Allow yourself to feel and experience anything you are feeling and experiencing; validate yourself, and balance that out with healing and learning. But do not rush things. Take your time. You'll be celebrating soon something beautiful. The end of the cycle is almost there. Don't stress over being done with your healing, it will only posticipate the closure. Be open to your new beginning. And remember your worth. Do never think anything bad about you, no matter the hiccups or fears or whatever your trauma wants you to think of you. You are worthy of whatever you desire. And it'll arrive. (444 angel number brings a clear message of calmer days ahead). Give love to yourself (my heart chakra is in pain), hug and appreciate yourself, seek for help.

Your Guides are always by your side (my ear is ringing hard) trying to encourage you and guiding you. Be open to their signs. Be grounded so to hear/see their messages especially when you're overthinking/spiralling. You're not alone. You are never alone. Feel their embrace. You are doing a great job and they're proud of you. (I get a lot of nurturing and healing energy from them, I hope it can reach you)

songs: wicked games | kiana ledé; shiver | amber run

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pile 2

(About your messages: I feel some of you may already be aware them and are congratulated, others are still in the process of understanding/being more conscious. If you find mixed sentences here and there, that's the reason)

Pile 2, you got it. Despite the pain and overthinking, know that you got it. You can make what you want out of your life. You can turn it how it pleases you. You know you can. And you know the message is to keep going on this road, always keeping strong and looking ahead with hope and a bright smile. "Never back down". Keep taking care of yourself, and remember to drink your water and eat healthy. You probably have already started to do some more meditation/exercising, even taking more walks outside: doing something for your body and mind. It's a very good practice, you're being congratulated here (if you haven't started yet, you'll probably feel called to do this soon).

Someone from the past might pop up into your life by chance, remind yourself it's not always to make you work on a trauma or trigger a bad emotion, they could bring a good news or memory too, something you need to remind yourself from how things were back then. Always look at the bright side. And remember that also people can change (don't be too good though, stand your ground before giving in. Listen about what they want, or what thoughts they're making you re-live). For someone else, it can also be someone new, still bringing with them some news/emotions you need to deal with (but be positive about them: dealing with someone else may be the only way to end your healing: communicate and be vulnerable about your feelings, if your guts are giving you green light about this person).

Beautiful things are coming for you, it's a new start. You have learnt and are still learning your lessons, embracing them and reducing the time you spend worrying on not receiving/not seeing results (also for manifestations) or actual changes. The change has started from your inside. It'll show outside too soon. Keep being patient and indeed, stop worrying if you haven't yet. Things are going to go great, your wishes will be fulfilled. Believe. In yourself and in divine timing. Trust.

Remind yourself that the past has no control over your future. It's about you and now, building your next days. What has happened, doesn't have to reapper again. Stop judging yourself and your life from your past self point of view. Have a talk with that and move towards your new self. Your breakthrough is indeed about embracing your new vision and version of yourself and your life, and change what has been. You have done a great job. Keep going on like this.

songs: saturday sun | vance joy; i wanna be your slave | maneskin

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pile 3

The message is that you are probably going to get a message or a request? How nice! It might be even about this pac. Maybe you are a psychic and knew that somehow some kind of message was coming for you. You also may need to take a pause and close with something from the past. Similar to pile 2, but also different. I mean, your photo has so many reflections... what can be clearer than that? Stop and think about that thing that is bugging you, and take a decision. And honestly, I think it's something that needs closure from how I unconsciously worded it before. Look inside yourself and take action. I think you need to decide where you want your life to go, what you want to do and get. But remember that what you do, needs to fit what you want. You need to be aware of the latter to realize the first. So, what do you want?

I see someone staring at themselves into a mirror. Keep trying to see and know your true self, your secrets and desires. Don't let what has been ruin your present. Don't let others judge you either. Just be self conscious, know your worth and remind yourself about it. About what you've been through and how strong it made you. You didn't give up, that needs appreciation. You are getting accolades from your Spirits. Indeed there's a message coming in soon, it'll sign a new beginning in your life. All you've learnt will be useful into this new path. Don't let your fears sabotage you again as it has been: remind yourself you're different now and things can always change; they do always change. Be brave and focused on your goals. And keep manifesting. You aren't aware of so many things! You're gonna feel so amazed. I feel a lot of joy and happiness, you may be reached by your soul family and possibly by a soulmate.

Things will go great on so many different levels (remember to keep yourself balanced and grounded btw). And you deserve that cause of all you've been doing. Also for others. You've been through ups and downs, you've been dealing with trauma and tough people/karmic relationships, you've been going through dark periods and moments in which you had to put yourself and desires aside in order to be of help. You had to make a tough decision. But now it's time to focus on you, and you alone. Let others find their answers and fight their own battles: it's not up to you to heal everyone. You need to heal yourself first.

songs: lontano dagli occhi* | sergio endrigo; because of you | ne-yo *you can ask for a general translation if you need

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pile 4

Can you feel the warm embrace from your Guides and soul family? They're around you, shielding you, protecting you. Always. You may feel overwhelmed, but even if you can't see the light, know that it's there and you'll be aware of it soon. I feel that you're trying to manifest a new life, but you cannot cause of your emotions and past experience sabotaging you. Know that you're close to realizing your wishes, you only need to end this habits of bringing you down and sabotaging you (pile 1?). It's something tough, but really, that's the last step. All you want, is all there ready to flood over you, but the Universe wants you to be fully ready to get it and own it, and not be scared of losing it or push it all away from you by mistake (self sabotage). You need to have a quiet mind to really enjoy the amazing things you desire from your heart. So keep working with love, towards yourself and others. Never forget that being kind and open is a good answer, no matter what we're scared of or what we've unconsciously learnt in our past/childhood. There's always a way out from that that can help us see better and be more balanced. "Be open" I keep hearing that. Maybe you're a bit closed off when it comes to relationships/meeting new people (some social anxiety or fear of abandonment/judgement may be there, and they may cause you loneliness from not being able to create deep bonds with others).

Make kindness/love your first goal, especially with you. The message is strong. It can totally change you and your life. And if something blocks you from starting new endeavours, remind yourself you CAN do it. You have all you need to make it. And even if something is missing, you don't have to worry, you'll find it along your path. Your Guides and soul family are there with you for that reason. You may meet someone or need to ask for help to someone. Let them in/help you sort things out.

Don't be scared of not making it, you can make it. And you will make it. (Be open, again). Maybe not the first time, it may take you a couple of tries, but this doesn't mean you cannot do it. Take these tries as challenges from the Universe to see how ready you are, how focused you are, and what still needs to get bettered in the meantime. (It may be about meeting new people too: maybe the first ones won't stay for long but that's okay, they are there to help you learn/practice/grow and be ready to meet the right people/person and not lose them). Sometimes success has a lot to do with timing and experience. Don't beat yourself up for this or for "failing" sometimes: it's okay to not be immediately perfect (you know perfection doesn't exist right?). Your time is almost there. Give yourself the chance to try. (Bon Jovi "Keep the faith" is playing in my head, I think it can bring important messages here especially about possible childhood traumas and keep choosing love in your life, no matter what. And ofc keeping the faith).

songs: keep the faith | bon jovi; this is what falling in love feels like | jvke

#pac #intuitive readings #intuition #free tarot readings #pick a pile #pick a card readings #tarot reading #pick a pile readings #pick a picture #pick a card #pick a photo #free tarot #intuitive #free tarot reading #pick a pile reading #pick a card reading #pick an image #divination #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #psychic #psychic readings

[humbletumblecrudi]

May i request for yuuken (romantically) with a male reader who is shy (since most male reader works ive read have a confident male reader and i just cant relate to them) trying to confess to him but always backs down and says "nevermind *laughs nervously*"

Bonus if yuuken has a crush on m!reader aswell

Thank you ❤️

Writer's Note(s): I can do this! So sorry for the hiatus, my followers! I'm back! Also, remember friends: your crush isn't going to read your mind, get out there and give a hint! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Info on Reader: Reader is masculine, and uses he/him. Reader's height is undetermined and Reader has no speaking parts. Reader is very shy and walks off a lot.

Ship(s): Enma Yuuken × Male!Reader who is shy.

Fujoshis and Fem Aligned Readers DNI || Enjoy!

ENMA YUUKEN

If you're shy naturally or only have a lack of confidence in your romantic ability, you're probably not going to have the best time with Enma. Oh, it's not because he's oblivious or because he's second-guessing your feelings for him. It's because he's observant, and very good at it.

He's a sensitive person to others and he's very ready and watchful as soon as he sees something is off with you. He's studying a certain page in a textbook and you've slipped a signed note into said textbook earlier after he had gotten up to wrangle Grim back to study. But it seems this page has what Yuuken needs for his homework and it'll be an eternity before he finds the note so far into the book…

"Hey, partner," oh right, you and Yuuken are sharing a presentation project now, "are you okay? You're staring at my textbook. Do you need one?"

Yuuken was far too nice to say it to you, but he knew you had one just in your bag just on the floor. He's courteous, you can give him that.

"No, it's nothing… don't mind me for a second." You answer, quite nervous at being caught. 

He'll notice the sadness and melancholy coming from you as you study your own book later, and ask what's wrong. No matter if you're cool about it or you freak out, his dark eyes will stare you down in silence for a few seconds longer… before going back to reading.

"What's up with the guy?" Ace would complain, noticing your obvious downcast mood and you leaving class faster that day. "He's never been that fast to leave class… well, if it wasn't to chase after Yuuken."

Ace probably knows, whether you tell him or not. Trappola is an observant and nosy kid, and he'll notice if someone is acting strange in the friend group. And especially if someone has a suspected crush… !

Ace won't out you directly, but he can get far too close for your comfort sometimes. Like now.

Deuce and Grim are less likely to find out without a direct hint, and depending on how down bad you are… Ace might just withhold the info to see what Deuce and Grim call your strange behavior. For his own laughs. That, and Ace does want you to succeed… but this is hilarious.

Seeing Ace seemingly know what's going on while Deuce did not made Yuuken give the redhead a stare so judgemental, before Ace gave in and just told Deuce. Of course, Deuce goes, "Oh! I hadn't noticed…"

Yuuken can see your demeanor change far too often when he's around, and he knows you're not this bad of a shaking or nervous mess around him. He's seen how Idia deals with the public, and he's seen you without noticing him yet…

He has an idea why you're acting like that, and he honestly can't believe it. He's not the type to want to pressure someone to tell him the truth, and he'd rather you do so on your own, but he's unsure if you'll ever be able to. Especially with how you can just run away instead of talking to him. 

In the near seclusion of the Ramshackle walls, studying away, he turns to you. He stares you down intensely as he always does, and asks you, in front of Grim no less, "Do you have a crush on me?"

Of course the shaky answers of no, no! doesn't faze him out of staring through your nervousness, and further asking, "It's okay if you do, I would have liked if you were upfront with me. I like you back."

Never has he seen a textbook drop so slowly out of a frozen man's hands. He knows you've heard him, so he'll give you your minute to comprehend what he said. He thinks he hears Grim yelling from him room at the ghosts. Have your answer ready anytime today!

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Reader Insert #x Reader #Male Reader #Enma Yuuken #Yuuken Enma #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Male Reader #TWST x Reader #TWST x Male Reader #Yuuken Enma x Reader #Yuuken Enma x Male Reader #Enma Yuuken x Reader #Enma Yuuken x Male Reader #TWST Yuuken #Yuuken x Reader #Yuuken x Male Reader

[niennawept]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @lordoftherazzles and by @thenookienostradamus! Thank you both! These are some cool questions!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Thirteen at the moment (not counting an Adar headcanon collection), but likely to be more soon.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 170,865 (not bad for a year and a quarter)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tolkien broadly (so far it's been Rings of Power, The Silmarillion, and The Hobbit - no LotR yet, but I do have an idea for one)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Click with caution, all of these but the second one are rated E; apparently, I am mostly known for Adar smut: Scars of Silver and Gold, Because the world is ending, Mistletoe Mischief, Calendar Girl, Until the Stars Burn Out

5. Do you respond to comments? Might take me a bit, but yes, I always do. I figure that someone gave me a little of their time in writing out a comment and I can give them some of mine in return. It's especially fun when people are predicting things; I love hearing what they think will happen.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Mmmm. I think it's probably Scars? Without spoilers, my protagonist lost something very important to her and although there's a lot of good things about that ending - she's still going to have that loss to grieve in the next fic and it'll inform her next arc. I'd say it's still a bittersweet ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't really do purely happy endings? I write a lot of hopeful endings, but most of them have some darkness lurking under them. I guess if I have to pick one, it's into the wild because that's technically a fix-it fic with Nienor getting saved by Mablung. Although, I might continue it some day, and it would inevitably get some Nienna-the-Song-is-tinted-with-grief flavoring.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Uh, yes. I'm not sure what "what kind" means here? I guess I've written a variety- from kind of dreamlike and romantic to fics featuring BDSM-related kinks.

10. Do you write crossovers? I have never written one. I think that I'd probably never directly write one. But I might do something like shove Elrond into the plot of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight for a bisexual awakening set sometime in the Second Age. Not sure if that's a crossover or just a retelling though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Into Russian, if I remember correctly. It was a long time ago and I'm not in that fandom anymore.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, I'd say my THAUC piece counts as co-written in the sense that my artist partner and I talked through the main ideas and beats of the story together.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Uhhh for Tolkien, I'm afraid I don't have one (I like a lot of ships, but there's not one all-consuming one). So - I guess I pick Sesshomaru/Kagome from Inuyasha? That's the pairing I read when I don't know what else to read.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't start a lot of WIPs. I have a lot more ideas for fics than I have documents or text written, but I do have a Finrod piece that I'm not sure I'll ever finish. I have a lingering idea that might save it, but I think that needs more time in the oven.

16. What are your writing strengths? Mmm - I think worldbuilding, specifically for culture is one of my strengths. I also think that I have a pretty good ability to make OCs that people care about (something that was important with a mostly OC cast).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with internality a lot. I find thoughts cumbersome to write, because I process most things by talking them out or writing them down. I also think I could tighten up the cast of characters and subplots. It's something I'll definitely be careful with in novels going forward.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It really depends on the fic. In Tolkien's world, I think so much of culture is tied up in language that it's a little hard not to include some bits and snatches of other languages. It's important to provide translations in text, I think, but otherwise, go for it if it's important to your characters and your plot.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Alas, I don't talk about that fandom anymore. The author turned out to be terrible.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Definitely Scars of Silver and Gold. It's my first completed longfic and I'm very proud of it, honestly. Are there some things I'd do differently? Yes. But I do love it. Honorable mention to peaches we devour, dusty skin and all. The YEARNING.

tagging (no pressure, just love): @runawaymun, @polutrope, @melestasflight, @fishing4stars

#niennaanswers #writing tag game #thank you both so much for tagging me! #this was very fun to do

[goldenlavendered]

welcome to my enclosure I have many thoughts and doodles abt lila (shipping mostly)

[ID in ALT!]

hc dump under cut (it gets LONGG lol)

General:

anthro au specific but since my Skid & Lila are both cats, some nights they'll just sit in total darkness (bc cats can see in the dark). it is great and enriching for both of them.

adding onto that, ever since Pump started coming over they added some glow in the dark star stickers along the walls to help him find his way around :)

Lila is transfem to me . I don't need proof or elaboration this is just something I know in my heart /lh

she probably started transitioning pretty young, which is something she feels lucky for. her parents were supportive ^_^ !!

that being said, her parents were rather protective, and she didn't get out too much as a youngin.

-- that is why she was so lax with Skid going outside. she was kind of overcorrecting for that.

She was probably deep into alt fashion in college (elaborated on later)

Shipping Opinions:

I am just some guy on the internet, if you like a ship I don't, that's great and I love that for you! Live your life.

Goldenlavender (x Jaune): gestures at url. I think it is funny. also.

I feel like they've quietly been pining for a very long time now, but they've both been friends for so long and don't want things to change.

there's something quiet and unstated, but definitely there between them. they don't kiss or anything, but they hold each other really close and aren't too shy about being affectionate. you know?

women who are best friends.

also ross would finally have a parent who can pass off as a natural reason why he has black hair. he is beating the hair dye allegations!!!!!!

Grapecandy (x Kevin): I'll be honest right now. I keep thinking Kevin's, like, 17.

He isn't, I think. But I literally didn't even think of him as being a suitable option for her for a while LMAO

I think I can sum up all of the wagegang x Lila thoughts here: It just doesn't compel me, unfortunately. I don't see their potential dynamic as being particularly funny, or spawning interesting drama. Shrugs. Sorry!

specifically w Kevin though I think they would break up as soon as Skid is brought up LMAO. like he doesn't hate the kid but he isn't ready to be a stepfather imo.

(x Bob): Do they have a ship name? Anyw the age gap isn't my main issue with it. Lila's in her late 20s at the youngest, and they're both adults. I don't think anyone means tiny witch Lila when they bring this ship up anyways

nor is the stalking or attempted murder. I had a creepypasta phase, these behaviors are obviously Very Bad irl but they can be interesting to see in fiction. morbid curiosity and whatever.

My main issue is that their potential relationship is so much more interesting if it isn't romantic, you know? Like, how do they know each other? What was he to her? Why did she react so strongly to seeing him in her past? She seems eager to try to reject the idea that the man in the photo is him, but why? Was he important to her? Did she care about him?

TL;DR: I want more fics abt these two's relationship, but specifically non-romantically.

Deadflowers (x Patty): Not sure about this ship name. I don't see this one often. Anyw, I don't actually have any thoughts on Patty, so this is going to be super short.

I think they might have a nice time together on a date, but I don't think it could be anything serious.

Though, if they did.. overworked x overworked means they'll have to take care of the other, even tho it'll mean they call each other hypocrites for working so much all the time.

I could see it as a background/dressing ship, but not really as the focus of anything. sorry girls

Poisonwine (x Skid's Dad): I want to know more from onscreen canon first!!! But I think they could be super interesting!!!

The tweet that implies that he didn't care bout Lila is. hROUUUGH (<- thang whose heart is breaking). He didn't care, but did she know that? Did she care? I feel like she did..

There's no way Lila doesn't know about the cult. I'm a believer that she was a part of it herself until he died (the robes, "Remember Lila") ...Did she join because of her own beliefs, or because her husband was in it? Did he have to coerce her at all?

I think he was a good dad to Skid.

You may notice this is a lot of me dancing around what I actually think they're like. That's because I don't want to really solidify any specific readings of what's going on here. I am embracing the future with open arms!!

they're t4t tho this is non-negotiable /silly

RoyalPurple (x Carmen): this was supposed to have its' own section but now I'm making a fic with them so just. wait a minute there HAHAHA /silly

(& Streber): this is a Specifically platonic headcanon but I like to think they ve gone to the same university. They're definitely in diff strands, Streber to Engineering and Lila to Architecture, but they could've met through an org and just been pals.

They weren't suuper close or anything, but they were birds of a feather. Girl who goes to class with chokers and giant boots, and guy dressed like a victorian fantasy LARPer.

I think she sent him flowers or a get well card in the hospital :) [miserable hand shake between them abt being personally victimized by Bob]

The Ships That Don't Have Doodles

these will just be single bullet points!

(x F. Gregor): same comments as wagegang x Lila; doesn't compel me. Nothing's wrong with it, I just don't see it.

(x Dexter): this is only funny to me because I draw Lila and co as cats in the Anthro AU. he calls her a stupid bitch, we can move on.

(x Jack): I could see a onesided crush from his side, like "the lady who keeps calling is kinda cute" but I don't know if I could see it getting serious. she can give him a smooch if he wants, as a treat.

(x John): ok this one could actually be really cute. eatyourmaker's post abt Skid and John getting along is super adorable and I could maybe imagine Lila hitting it off with him after seeing how much he cares for Skid. maybe Skid plays matchmaker. this could work. I like it.

(x Ignacio): in the deleted scenes she tried to beat a teen to death for calling Skid a dumbass, I don't think she could get over the threats.

(x Fat Thief/Thin Thief): this could be funny if she was still mad at them for breaking in repeatedly. she doesn't seem threatened by them just irritated LMAO

(x Frank): childhood friends who don't really talk but are chill with each other. they're funny. I don't feel the romance tho. S&P's cool uncle

(x Pump & Susie's Parents): Pump & Susie officially get Skid as a brother AND they finally have one (1) parent who isn't always absent, just sometimes absent. other than as a background detail tho there's nothing here.

(x Mayor Evermore): they would ignore each other on the street on purpose

(x Moloch): he didnt get to but he WOULD call her a bitch.

(x Richard): poor man's Lila x Carmen

(x Spider): please let my girl beat the spiderfucker allegations.

#pegg rambles #spooky month #lila spooky month #lila sm #sm lila #spooky month lila #spooky month sr pelo #not tagging anyone else or the ships bc I am already tired thinking abt it

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi Kait, today has been one of those days can I have Zen trying to cheer me up please?

You know what Zen loves to do after a long day on set? Only one thing comes to his mind as soon as he hears somebody scream “Cut”! He wants to return to his trailer to be by your side before you head back to the hotel you’re staying in for the rest of the shoot.

It's not easy to have a grueling day on set, and that goes for anybody who's working on a project, not just the actors involved. You've been spending a lot more time with him on the job, and he understands that it can be exhausting to do everything in the background while he's on his feet.

He appreciates all the work you put in for him, but you know him, he wants you to take care of yourself just as much as you think of him. 

It doesn't matter if he's having a great day, if you're having a bad day, then that means he's having a tough day, too. You’re partners and that means you're in this together.

He views the ups and downs as something you face together. Sure, there will be times when he has to do things by himself, or times when you have to do things on your own, but it doesn't mean you can't turn to each other when you need someone there with you to make it feel less isolating. 

So, you probably wouldn't be all that surprised to see him find you as soon as the doors closed knowing that about him. Zen knows where to find you on a tough day. You've got a weary look on your face and he's got that pleasant smile that brings you back from the darkness.

He doesn't waste a moment. He scoops you into his lap and nuzzles his face against the top of your head. You might whine at him for doing so, but you aren't upset with him for doing the same thing he always does. He looks out for you just as much as you look out for him. 

His lips would crush against the top of your head before you could open your mouth to say a single word. For whatever reason, he knows what you need before you know how to communicate it. That's how good your relationship is! He gets it. You'll have a chance to explain whatever's bothering you once you settle into his arms, right where you've wanted to be all day long, right? 

He’s more than prepared to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. It can be difficult for him to come out of character once he's involved in the process, but something about seeing you always pulls him back to the surface. It doesn't matter what he's doing, you bring out the side of him that is so inherently him. 

"Babe, I don't know what's on your mind... but I'm here. I don't think we need to talk about it right now unless you want to talk about it. I could just tell from that look on your face that the only thing you want to do is take a nap. Why don't we do that? After all, it'll take a while to get back to the hotel, and we can enjoy each other instead of worrying about the paparazzi. I'm not going anywhere... your favorite star is here to keep you safe and cozy."

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm #hyun ryu #ryu hyun #zen hyun ryu #zen mystic messenger #zen mysme #zen mm #zen #drabble

[honeeslust]

Satoru Gojo | the comeback

🔞‼️🔞‼️🔞NSFW SLOW BURN‼️🔞‼️🔞‼️

We’ve all seen and heard but I won’t say anything. Just read the story man, damn. 🫠🫠🫠

You’re all he wanted to see as soon as he was released from the prison box!!

As I approach your door, I'm on edge not knowing what you'll be feeling, what you might think, or even if you'd want to see me after all this time. I don't know if I'll be ready for that reality.

"I hope it's not too late" I mutter to myself and push the button on the ring.  A few moments go by before your voice fills the silence.

"Whoever you are, it ain't funny! Get the fuck on."

I can't help but laugh. Your voice sounds so small and a little distorted coming out of the speaker.

I lean forward looking into the lense. "Cmon love, you know a curse wouldn't show up on a camera."

"I'm not buying it! Seriously I'm not in the mood, now get the hell away from my door!"

I smile and shake my head. You've never been one to put up with the bull shit. I shuffle back a couple of steps sizing up the distance to your window from the ground. It'll be easy but it probably won't look too good having a tall blindfolded man climbing up the side of your building.

Ahh fuck it. I'm not going to be able to leave here until I see you. I walk over across the grass and take a glance over my shoulder before I bound off the ground and catch the railing. I pull myself up and hoist my legs over the side. Easy. I peer inside seeing nothing but a cluttered bedroom and a dark hallway just beyond that. I rap at the glass a couple of times and wait anxiously. Finally, you appear at the far end of the hall and make your way toward the room.

You notice me awkwardly peeking inside, but you don't seem startled or upset. Your eyes probe over me suspiciously and my heart knocks in my chest as you hesitantly approach the sliding door. You pause just as you reach for the handle with trembling fingers and stand before me, moon-eyed and struck silent on the other side of the glass.

Your brows knit together as the confusion plays on your face. To my relief, the door slides open and you step out onto the balcony. As much as I had dreamt of this moment, I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the notion that there isn't a single word that could describe how much I've missed you. The air between us feels thick with static and I f it weren't for the distant echoes of the city night, you'd probably hear my heart thrumming hard in my chest.

You're just as breathtaking as ever. I look you over, soaking in the shifting energy residing around you. Even though you you have no cursed energy, I can still sense the warmth of your aura vibrating high around you, burning in a bright fiery orange just like your eyes whenever you used to smile at me. Residuals of tension splice through the warmth as you step out onto the balcony keeping a cautious distance. Your almond eyes fixate on me while you more than likely contemplate the reality of the situation.

"Gojo? Is this for real? I— what is this?"

As I'm hearing the hurt in your voice, I'm rendered speechless. No amount of words could ever make it right. I pull my blindfold off and close the distance between us. Your brow creases and tears begin to flood your eyes as you look up at me.

"Oh my God. Is it....?"

A pained sob chokes out of you before you can finish and I immediately enclose you in my arms. I can't bear seeing you cry.

"It's me love, it's really me." I avow as I rest my chin on the top of your head. I squeeze you tight as you sob gently into my chest.

"Don't cry love, please don't. I mean I get it, it's me after all." I tease trying to hold back a few unexpected tears of my own.

You hit me with a sharp jab to my side and lean against me in my arms. You bring your hands up to my face and your palms rest on either side as you look up at me. Your tears are still flowing from your eyes but your sweet smile beams serenely at me, melting my heart completely.

"I missed you so bad Gojo. How are you here? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be..."

"You really have to ask me why?" You shoot me an appraising look and shake your head at me.

We head inside and spend hours talking on the couch. We fall right back into our old playful ways, for an instant, and for only an instant, I forget my time away. I sit here across from you, contentedly listening to you speak. Admiring everything about you, your filthy sailor's mouth, the way you get so animated telling your stories and talking with your hands. All the little things that I love about you, it almost feels like I'm getting to fall for you all over again.

Not long into our conversation, it gets a little harder to focus on what you're saying. I can't stop admiring you, your beautiful body. I like being able to just take in the sight of you after all this time. I'm especially in love with the way your top fits snugly across your chest leaving the soft swell of your breasts visible. I lick my lips thinking of how I want to trace my tongue across there as soon as I get the chance. Damn! My eyes travel down to those those gorgeous hips in those shorts that hug them perfectly. I think about the bruises I know I'm going to leave on those heavy thighs as soon as you let me between your legs. You're just so damn enticing. You drag me back to the now when you stand and make your way to the kitchen.

Do you need anything?" Your fingers brush my shoulder as you walk by me. I know it wasn't a loaded question but the tone in your voice is all too familiar to me so, I make my move.

I stride right up behind you and press my body against you.  I brush my lips against your ear and whisper to you,

"What are you offering?"

"I can't stand you." You turn to face me and throw a playful jab my way. I catch your fist in my hand and pin it behind your back. Slip my fingers under your shirt I tickle the little spot on your side making you try and flinch away.

"Stop playin' Satoru."

Your giggling is sounding so sweet, and then there's the way you say my name knowing it makes me want to do it more.

"If you keep looking at me like that..." I pull you closer to me, lifting your chin so I can kiss your lips. "...with those eyes that scream fuck me ..." I tilt my head and kiss you again. "...we're definitely gonna play. I could eat you up right here baby. "

I kiss you harder, savoring every suckle to your gorgeous mouth. I glide my finger over the soft skin along the edge of your jaw. "You don't know how much I missed playing with your body. Teasing you until you begged me with tears in your eyes."

You come undone in my arms in an instant we're a tangle of lips and tongue. I hold you tight, wanting to keep you close to me a little scared of letting go. I lose myself in kissing you while your fingers slide through my hair tugging hard as you stand up on your toes to kiss me harder.  I take you into my arms and lift you off of your feet and your legs wrap tight around me. I take a few steps forward to press you against the wall. Kissing you deeper, letting my love and desire unfurl over you.

Your head tilts to the side, exposing your neck.  I suck gently. leaving a trail of flushed skin. I can feel your energy flowing through me with every kiss tapping into my psyche. I whisper everything I want to do to you while you cling to me, starved for my touch.

I press myself harder against you and slip my hands underneath your pajama shorts.  I wrap them around the soft fleshy parts of your hips and the warmth of your skin gives me goosebumps. You gasp at my every touch like it's the first time that you're feeling my hands caress your body.  My fingertips dig into your skin as I cup your ass in my hands feeling that it's a little heavier now. My heart patters in my chest when glimpses of your ass bouncing against my hips invade my mind making my dick press hard against my jeans. I push it against you so you can feel just how much you affect me.

I break from our kiss and pull back just enough to see your face. Your eyes grow wild with desire ad you grab onto my shoulders and shift your hips toward me. You're begging me. You're needy now. Desperate even, and I fucking love it.

"You don't know what you do to me?" I mumble against your skin, "I just want to kiss all of you." I kiss down your neck again, then across your collarbone.

"God, I couldn't wait to do this..." I mold my hand around your breast and glide my tongue slow and steady right over the rounded swell and your back arches from the wall. 

"Oh my god,  I missed you. I miss you so much Satoru." You whine to me with your eyes full of desperation.

"Yess, you know how much I love the sound of you. Tell me again baby." My tongue dances over your flesh and you cry out.

"Ahh fuck Toru, please don't stop, I needed this, I've need you..."

The sounds you're making resonate deeply. My already stiff member keeps twitching the more you give yourself over to me, needing me just as badly as I need you.

"I've missed every little thing about you" I mutter between kisses. I slide the straps of your shirt down over your shoulders freeing your tits. They spill free, so milky and soft.  I muzzle my face right into your chest as you push them into my face. I breathe you in like the fresh air that you are.

"Your smell so good, Hmmmm...."

I pass my tongue across your nipple, then back again. A surprised moan falls from your lips as you cling to me. I suckle and I nip, teasing you just the way you like and your nails dig into my shoulders. I want to make you cum just like this, right here.  I set you down and put my hand between your legs.

"....Mmmm, I love how wet you get for me..."

"Oh my god, don't tease me, hasn't it been too long? I need you now, please, Toru, please?" I love the way you plead so desperately for me. It's too good for me to stop now.

"Keep begging me sweetheart. You know I can't help it. You take it so well..." I tease.

Your jaw falls open and your eyes roll back when I cup my hand between your legs and put pressure on your clit. I start to slide my fingers back and forth, teasing your pussy and making you tremble in my grasp. I slip your shorts to the side and slide two fingers along the delicate crevice.

"Mmhmm. Ahh you're fucking gushing for me."

I duck my head and take your nipple into my mouth, simultaneously easing my fingers in small circles against your clit, teasing the center. Your entire body tenses and your legs start to give. You claw at my shoulders and I can feel the first wave of release rolling through your body as my name pours from your lips dripping with

so much lust.

"Yes baby, feel it...."

I switch to the other side and graze your nipple with my teeth. I suck gently at the tender bit and tease a little more with the tip of my tongue. I flick it up and down making you twist against me nearly letting go. Perfect! I plunge two fingers inside you and the unexpected pressure makes you cum hard on the spot. I finger you hard and your wetness runs down my fingers. While you squirm and moan clawing at my arms, my ego surges with pride.

"Yeaaa, uh huh, that's a good girl, keep coming for me." A shiver runs up my spine when I arise to see your eyes all wide and bewildered, tears forming in the corners. I need more, so I curl my fingers and little more and work that spot, again and again as you tighten down around them.

"Yesss, good girl, come again for me baby. I know you can!..... come for me! come for me! come for me!!" The squelching sounds of you coming on my fingers again makes me smile.

"Mmmm, just like that baby." I coax you right over the edge again. The floodgates open and your slick sweet juices run down your thighs. I drop to my knees in front of you and bury my face between your legs. You sob my name when my tongue finds your overly sensitive clit. I glance up at you, completely taken by a mesmeric picture of you losing your mind with how good I make you feel.

I think about the way I craved you and this animalistic devotion I have to see you like this. I can't stop myself from growling into your overflowing wetness. I've waited so long to devour this sweet pussy. I want you to cum all over my fucking face before I finally fuck you.

I slip my tongue back and forth over that sensitive pearl and you squeeze my face with your thighs. You're practically hyperventilating now, but I don't let up. I can feel your legs quivering and your hands pushing against my shoulders. I grab your plump behind and bury my nose against your plush. I dip my tongue inside of you then slide it back up again. I glide up and along your throbbing clit, lapping you up, slurping and tonguing you relentlessly, trying to suck up all the love that pours out of you.  I drink you up like my life depends on it.

I humm into your intense heat and all at once, the room is filled with your ecstatic cries and your climax breaks you. You crumble onto me and I scoop you up into my lap. I take your face into my hands and kiss your lips. Your head rests in my hands while you try and catch your breath. You can barely keep your eyes open so I pick you up and carry you to the room. You're head rests against my chest as a carry you down the hall. I set you down on the bed and you climb over to your pillow and plop down. I slide in next to you and curl up around you. I tuck my head into your neck and whisper in your ear.

"What happened to your stamina?" You nudge me with your leg and back your hips against me. "Shut up, it's been a really long time ok!"

You settle in and fade fast.  You feel so small in my arms, and your pheromones invade my senses, invigorating me. You coo softly in your sleep, completely exhausted.

     "Ok fine, I'll give you just a minute, but we've got over 1000 days to make up for."

     "Yes, Daddy." Your voice is light and smoky and I swear I could bust out of these jeans.

     "Mmm love, You shouldn't have said that." .....

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#gojo sensei #gojo headcanons #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #smut writer #smut oneshot #jjk season 2 #spicy headcanons #jjk smut #blackgirlswritingsmut #smutxanime honeeslust

[izzy-b-hands]

"He never goes hiking alone again," Stede says. "That's thing one that we'll need to address."

"He didn't 'go hiking'," Izzy scoffs. "He ran out of gas and went walking to get more, and probably wound up going the wrong way."

"That's a kind of hiking, because this is a mountain!"

"That's...it can't work like that!"

Their Lyft driver seems all too glad to drop them off at the base of the trail. Ed's car is parked incredibly shittily (presumably because of the running out of gas, otherwise he'd better have some other excuse), but Ed himself is nowhere to be seen.

"Where does it show his phone?" Stede reaches for Izzy's phone.

"It shows as close as it can to the nearest tower, aka this mountain, the same as it did on the way here," Izzy leans back, phone in his outstretched hand. "And you don't need my phone to know that!"

"Just let me look!"

Why is the tire iron on the ground?"

Stede turns back to Ed's car. "Huh. Odd, right? The tires look fine."

"We should get going and find him. The text that he was out of gas and finding a place to stop was hours ago-"

Stede walks away from him and picks up the iron. "There's blood on this."

--

"How long has it been since you've done this?"

Of course Bonnet doesn't know. They share Ed, sure, and fuck each other, but it doesn't go beyond that, and this is why. He doesn't fucking listen.

"Last weekend," Izzy sighs. "Jim and I tried a new trail. Remember? They sent an email out with pictures to everyone?"

"Because I love a good nature walk, but this seems like it might be more intense," Stede continues. "We'll weather it together though."

"As if there's any other choice."

"What was that?"

"I said," Izzy panics. "Don't raise your voice. Um. Cougars."

"Are there any here?"

"Why would I know?"

"Why wouldn't you?!"

Izzy fights the urge to throw himself or Stede off the mountain. Besides, at such a low height, the fall would barely maim them, let alone kill them.

"Jim and I stick to trails with posted signage, so we know from that what to look out for."

"No research beforehand? That's a dangerous game, Izzy."

Again, he thinks of the brush smashing into his face, if he would simply fall over and start rolling sideways now.

"We don't have to talk," Izzy sighs.

"No, I suppose we don't. Just... it's a nice distraction."

It is. Ed is probably fine, but finding a tire iron with blood on it isn't the most encouraging sign either.

That, and he hasn't texted again. Not even after they both texted him, called, at Stede's insistence tried a video call too.

His phone might just be dead.

"I read a good book for this situation," Stede continues. "Have you ever read Hatchet?"

"...probably?"

"Then you know the secrets to basic survival as well!"

"Oh," Izzy says. "No, I don't think... it's a kid's book, right? Not a bad one, I mean, but-"

"Here in the States they have Boy Scouts, maybe Ed's run into some of them! That would be good luck."

"They don't prowl the woods in packs!"

"But they do camping trips! I loved reading about that as a kid. Yeah, we had our version, but back then the American version was the It Thing-"

Izzy splutters. "They're people's children! They don't just wander the woods ceaselessly!"

A branch snaps.

"We should probably get a move on," Stede mutters. "It'll be dark soon."

--

"Everyone is going to ask why we didn't call the police first," Izzy says. "And I do start to wonder why we didn't."

"Would they go out this soon for an adult? I didn't think the Americans did that."

"The sooner we leave this country, the better," Izzy grumbles. "I know, ultimately the work project has been a good one. But you own everything to do with it now, so you can move us back home, or somewhere that isn't here at least."

"I admit that would be nice," Stede sighs. "Should we stop, eat and rest for a moment?"

"It's getting darker by the minute, can we really afford to lose that time?"

They press onwards.

--

"If there was no sign warning of animals," Bonnet whispers. "Then there probably aren't any here. That logic tracks."

"Does it?"

"Kiss me as a distraction?"

"We don't have time for-"

A huff of breath.

"Don't run," Izzy murmurs. "Just keep walking."

"I'd really rather die making out, if I must die out here-"

"I know, but shhh!"

"Izzy-"

Something crashes behind them, and he grabs Stede's hand.

"Run ahead, and find. Well, if it's a bear actually going higher won't work and-"

Something heavy thunks him in the back.

"What the fuck?"

"Oh!" Ed's voice emerges from the shadow. "It is you guys. Oh my god! This-it'll be funny once I tell you-I thought you two were some, I don't even know, out here to murder me!"

Ed cackles, and holds up his hunting knife. "I nearly smacked this into the back of your neck, thinking I was protecting myself! Holy shit, wow, fuck, actually that. That could have been bad. Oh god-"

"Let's put that back in the sheath," Stede says softly, taking the knife from Ed. "Glad you carry it though, considering how dangerous this area seems. And right by the highway!"

"Where else would...nature doesn't-" Izzy rolls his eyes. "Never mind. But he's right. Good that you have it, though thank you for not outright stabbing me."

"What about the tire iron?" Stede asks. "We found it and I touched it and oh my fingerprints are on it, Ed-"

"There was a snake," Ed interrupts. "So I beat it to death with the tire iron."

"I didn't see any remains of a snake."

Izzy shakes his head. "Nothing. Maybe an animal-"

"Oh no," Ed says. "You know how I am with snakes. He was beaten, to death, and into pieces, and then oblivion."

Izzy blinks. "When did you last eat?"

"Lunchtime."

"We need to get out and get you food."

--

"You know," Stede says as they drive down the dark highway, towards the nearest open diner. "I didn't hate that. I hated the reason we were out there, of course, because I was worried about Ed. But the actual walk..."

"You don't want to do that again."

"Did you really hate it?"

"...no. The quiet bits, both of us not snapping at each other, those were relaxing. I'd just rather not be out there because we're rescuing Ed."

There's a snore in the backseat. Not surprising, because Ed fell asleep even before AAA got to them with more gas. He's probably out even harder now.

Stede smiles. "Well then. I'm free this next weekend."

"Oh-"

"You're free this next weekend-"

"I am-"

Stede shrugs. "If you'd rather not..."

"I didn't say no. Just...not this trail."

"Oh god, no, we'll go to a different one. A better one. With a field to lay in."

"You have a fetish for being covered in ticks?" Izzy asks. "Because out here-"

"Ah, that's right. We'll just have to fuck in the car before and after I guess."

"I guess we will."

#text post #long post #stizzy #steddyhands #they're all idiots your honour and i love them so so so so so so much

[howlingday]

How about some Jaune Strife and Yang fluff (I need the positivity at the moment)

Jaune panted as he sat up in his bed. His safe, warm, comfortable bed. He felt around his legs and sighed in relief. No accidents tonight. He looked to the time and saw it was still early.

It was Saturday, which means no classes. He climbed out of bed, accepting that he wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. He shut his eyes and he could still see the fire.

After rushing through his morning routine, he crept out of the dorm. He looked back to his team sleeping soundly. Pyrrha cuddled her pillow, probably dreaming about a crush. Ren slept under undisturbed sheets, envious of how peaceful his sleep was. Nora snored partially into her drool-soaked pillow, her butt pointed high in the air. With a smile, he left without anyone noticing.

"Wassup, Lady Killer?" Jaune flinched and whirled at the voice. Yang smiled in the dimly lit halls at Jaune, giving a small wave to him. "You're up early."

"Y-Yeah." He sighed. "I couldn't sleep." Yang quirked a brow. "I mean, I could- or, well, I did, but..."

"Easy, Vomit Boy." Yang held up a hand. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Thanks." He took a deep breath. "What are you doing up?"

"I promised your mom I would drop by this morning for some early morning practice." Jaune then noticed the duffel bag. "You wanna join me?"

"Sure." They began walking down the hall. "I kinda need to ask Mom something anyway."

"Like what?" Yang asked, holding back her teasing to avoid him telling Tifa and getting a twenty-minute speed round on the bag.

"I, uh, had a bad dream." Oh, he was making this so hard for her.

"Uh, what, uh-" Yang exhaled to avoid being caught smiling. "What was your dream about?"

"My parents being murdered."

"Oh." That was a hell of a way to shift a mood. Yang was no stranger to nightmares, especially ones involving the death of a parent. The weeks after Summer died were the worst of her young life. She wouldn't call herself an expert on the subject, but she could help with an open ear. She just needed one thing from him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jaune was quiet for a long while. He didn't say anything until they were already on the ground floor from the elevator. But the second the doors opened, so did he.

"Yeah, I think it'll help." He swallowed and Yang stayed close the entire walk. "Everything started out dark, but then everything was on fire. I heard a scream, and Mom was on the floor. Then I saw Dad fighting some guy against the flames. He even pulled out his super-move, but then..."

"Jaune?" Yang tapped his balled up hand, and he exhaled. "You good?"

"Yeah." He huffed. "After Dad, then guy came for me. I wanted to run away, but," Jaune shook his head, "I couldn't even move."

"It might have been the sheets."

"Huh?"

"Your bed sheets." Yang explained. "Sometimes when I can't run in my sleep, it's because my legs are wrapped up in my sheets."

"Uh, y-yeah, I guess."

"Sorry, I thought explaining it would help you deal- er, cope with it."

Jaune chuckled as they approached the bullhead station. "You're a terrible therapist."

"At least I'm trying!" Yang pouted, sitting down with a huff.

"I know." He sat next to her. "And I'm glad you're here with me."

The way he smiled at her, and the way he said that, it all made her heart beat faster. Choosing to ignore this feeling, Yang coughed into her fist and looked away.

"Keep going. I'll, uh, look out for a bullhead."

"Well, after that, I just woke up. I don't remember much else."

"What about what he looked like?"

"Well, it was dark-"

"But there was a fire, and your dad fought him using his sword, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Did the other guy catch it with his hand or something?"

"No, he had a sword, too." The memory became clearer to him. "A really long one. Kind of like a katana."

The bullhead docked, and they boarded. Yang rubbed Jaune's back as they departed. He sat next to garbage can furthest from the pilot, as he was scolded to do so many times before. As Yang rubbed, she noticed how broad his back was, and how thick the mucles in her grasp were. Blushing again, she looked away. Jaune didn't throw up this time, which he was proud of.

"Anything else about him?" Yang asked as they left the station. "Was it a him?"

"I think so, yeah." Jaune nodded. "He mumbled something but I can't remember what. His voice was kind of gravelly."

"Anything else?" Yang asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know if you'd believe it if I told you." He shook his head. "I can't even believe it."

"Hit me." Yang said.

"He had a wing."

"Like a Faunus wing?"

"No, his was," Jaune scrunched his brow, "bigger, and not part of his arm. And he only had one."

"Hm..." Yang rounded the corner, now a block away from their destination. "Sounds like a wuss to me."

"Huh?"

"This guy in your dream. He sounds really pathetic, when you think about it. I mean, he has a really long katana, a deep, gravelly voice, and only one wing. It sounds like a guy who's always losing."

"But my dad-"

"Was probably caught off guard. It was dark, right? He probably snuck up on him in the shadows instead of fighting like a real man." She punched his shoulder. "Heck, you could probably beat him, so there's nothing to worry about!"

"Thanks, Yang." They stopped in front of the bar/training gym. Jaune hugged her, giving a good squeeze with it. "For everything."

"N-No problem." Yang felt light-headed, but in a good way. The warm hug reminded her a lot of the ones back home. The ones she got from her dad... and her mom. She returned the hug with hum.

"Ahem!" The two separated as Tifa glared at the two of them, but mostly at Yang. ESPECIALLY Yang. "Jaune, I'm glad you came to visit. Yang, you're late."

"Oh, really, I, uh-"

"It's my bad, Mom." Jaune spoke up. "Yang was helping me with something, so we kind of got distracted."

"Mm, alright." Tifa turned away. "Your father is still asleep, so we'll try to keep it down."

After she walked inside, Yang let out a sigh. "Thanks for the save."

"No problem." Jaune smiled. "You'd save me if I needed it, right?"

"Yeah." Yang smiled back. "Yeah, I would."

#rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #yang xiao long #dragonslayer #jaune strife au #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #tifa lockhart

[xx-ashes-xx]

Enhypen Yandere reaction to another member cuddling you in your sleep

Honestly I had no ideas for some members and I had a lot for a few. Sorry if a few of the members' reactions are a bit short. I didn't have a big idea on what they would do while on others I did. I'm a bit rusty at writing as well so sorry if the writing is a bit everywhere. Hope you enjoy!

Enhypen Yandere reaction to another member cuddling you in your sleep

Word Count: 1131

Genre: Yandere

Warnings: Toxic, abusive behavior/relationships, threats, bits of violence, literally yandere stuff

Disclaimer: This is not how the Enhypen members actually act! This behavior is not tolerable at all. This is only fiction!! There are dark themes and abusive behavior in this so please be careful if you have experienced any of these!!

Heeseung:

It was movie night at the dorm

You were sitting next to Heeseung and Jake

Halfway through the movie, you felt really tired and bored

You snuggled up to who you thought was Heeseung and fell asleep

But guess what

It was actually Jake

Jake was taken aback at first

And a little nervous too nice he knows how possessive Heeseung can be

But Heeseung was his ramen bro

So he thought Heeseung would be cool with it

Wrong

As soon as Jake got comfortable

Heeseung grabbed his arm

“Really?”

“We’re ramen bros, and it’s not that big of a deal if they fall asleep on me once or twice.”

Maybe that was a bad choice of words from Jake

“Listen here you little shit, it may not be a big deal for you but they’re still MINE!”

Heeseung’s yelling was so loud that it woke you up

Along with making everybody else look back to see what’s happening

"What happened?"

"Nothing sweetheart, let's head to our bedroom since you're sleepy."

You guys headed to Heeseung's bedroom

He ushered you ahead and looked back at Jake, giving him a nasty glare

Jay:

As if he'll let you near the other members.

And even if he lets you

You're not allowed to sit near ANY of them

If one of the members even touched you, let alone cuddle you

He'll explode

Probably might torture the member and you

Like bloody bloody torture

Scars will be formed

Even if you did nothing wrong

"The next time you two get anywhere NEAR each other, I will kill you Ni-ki."

Ni-ki barely came to the hangouts after that

And soon after the members became more busy or just didn't want to go anymore

Jay was happy

It was just the two of you again

How it should be

Jake:

He'll get so sad and upset

You and Sunghoon fell asleep after playing video games all night

Of course Jake was there

But he fell asleep before you two

He basically gaslights and manipulates the both of you afterwards

"I can't believe you guys would do this to me."

"I'm sorry Jake, but it wasn't like that."

"Yes it was Y/N, you guys CUDDLED with each other. That's even more imtimate than sex. I thought you loved me, I thought YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND."

He started crying while you and Sunghoon looked at each other in guilt

"We're sorry Jake, we won't do it again."

"You say that but it will. We all hang out with each other, it'll happen again.."

"Then we'll stop, maybe it's for the best."

You and Sunghoon barely saw each other after that

And everytime you guys try to catch up with each other

Jake stares with sad eyes

Making sure one of you sees

Guilt swarms back

And you're back inside the house

Trapped, with no one but Jake to talk to

Sunghoon:

He would either pull you away or push the member away

Like push push

"I thought you were better than that Jay, trying to steal my girl."

"Hey hey, it's not like that I thought you were cool with it since-"

"You THOUGHT. Could've asked me first. I would've still said no though."

And the first punch was thrown

It was out of nowhere

Everyone was shocked

"Hey dude chill, I'm sorry bro I won't do that again!"

"Yeah sure, I'm just making sure it gets through your head."

Sunghoon left Jay a blackeye and bloody nose before being pulled off by Heeseung and Jake

After you and Sunghoon got home

"Your turn."

Sunghoon made sure that Jay and the rest of the Enhypen members didn't touch you again

And that you wouldn't touch them again

You're now always by Sunghoon's side

After everything that happened

I don't think Sunghoon and Enhypen would be friends anymore

Sunoo:

Gets really upset

And whiny

"Get off of her!"

He pulled Jungwon away from you with all of his might

And he can be pretty strong when he's angry

"I can't believe you would do that! I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one! The leader!!"

Literally guilt tripped Jungwon so hard

And when you and Sunoo were alone

Oh how the manipulation got turned to 1000

He would go on and on about how you didn't love him enough and were willing to cheat all because you and Jungwon were all cuddled up with each other

Even after you tried to explain over and over

You finally caved in

He's basically like Jake but more trauma bonding

After all of that, he would refuse to cuddle with you

He actually slept in another room from then on

Until you begged of course

And when you begged

The world suddenly becomes a beautiful place again

He would treat you like royalty again

He's all warm and cuddly and nice again

And he'll stay that way

If you and Jungwon never come near each other again <3

Jungwon:

Calm and composed

He would wake Heeseung up and have a talk with him

"Heeseung, we need to talk."

It was a mature conversation, about setting boundaries

"And if one of those boundaries are broken, I'll kill you"

He said it so casually that it freaked Heeseung out

"You're not serious, right?"

Heeseung tried laughing it off

While Jungwon stared at him, completely serious

You woke up a bit after

"What's happening?"

"Nothing important honey, I was just having a talk with Heeseung."

"Oh alright."

After you two got to Jungwon's room

He had a talk with you too

And you took it seriously

Because Jungwon is civil, noble

Break one of his rules, he'll break one of your bones

Ni-ki:

It didn't matter who it was

He'll hurt them

So when he saw you and Sunoo

All cuddled up

He didn't hesitate

To get a knife from the kitchen

And stab Sunoo in the shoulder

Sunoo screamed of course

Waking you and alerting all of the members to the couch

Sunoo was alright after that

Well kind of

A huge scar was left on his shoulder

And Ni-ki was kicked from the group

Not like he cared

All he cares about was you

When you two got to your apartment

He cleaned you

Harshly

Rubbing intensely at every part of your body that has touched Sunoo

Your skin turned red because of it

And then after

He dragged your ass to the bedroom

To punish you

With a knife

Screamed at you, hit you

It was brutal

You didn't talk to Ni-ki after that

You didn't even get out of bed

I don't think you'll ever forgive him for what he did to you

But I mean

You always thought of that

And yet you always go back to him

Seeking love and attention

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen yandere #yandere enhypen #yandere jake #yandere jay #yandere heeseung #yandere niki #yandere sunghoon #yandere sunoo #yandere jungwon

[justpottytime]

I love the cuteness of someone having to stay in wet clothes after an accident!! maybe they were trapped somewhere and literally peed in the first place because they can't escape. maybe their dom doesn't want to let them change out of their embarrassingly peed pants for a while, as a power play. or maybe they were somewhere public, and even if they managed to hide before they began to wet... it'll still take time to get home, and they have to wear their peed clothes until they get there.

whatever the reason, they're stuck in their soggy pants/underwear for a while, with obvious proof that they peed totally visible all down their legs... and then, they have to go again.

maybe they just let it out as soon as they recognize the urge again... they already peed their pants, so there's really no making it worse by wetting again, right? unless... unless it'd be conspicuous. the drying pants stains would become dark and glistening with new urine, which would probably hiss or splash loudly, and they'd probably make a new/bigger puddle... their legs would get all warm and wet again, and it'd smell like fresh pee... better to hold it! until they have another genuine accident and feel twice as embarrassed for the repeat performance. or maybe they try to leak subtly to avoid this... but there's still a lot, even if they pee slowly.

shameful rewettings are just so cute!

Ooooooh, adorable! As though one accident wasn't bad enough, double the wetting means double the embarrassment! Whether they try to hold it or not probably depends on the type of person this happens to... Someone who isn't so bothered about what happened might just let go in their pants again to get rid of the discomfort of holding, but someone who was upset wouldn't want to go through that again... Until they don't have a choice!

Thanks for the ask!

[dearmahiru]

I know nothing about the milgram subscription sry, but doctorbunny was kind enough to share the new gifs if you wanted 👀

https://www.tumblr.com/doctorbunny/718691189004632064/theres-a-second-mappi-gif?source=share

tysm! someone kindly messaged me about it beforehand and let's just say i am not feeling well. going to use this ask as an excuse to talk about my thoughts on them because i have too many...!

spoilers below the cut!!

judging from the above shot this gif reads to me like he's waking up mahiru with the confetti. you know how towards the end of mahiru's t1 song she's fallen asleep? since she's wearing the birdcage outfit i image love you takes place right after that moment.

also i will just say that it's absolutely sickening if mahiru's boyfriend died on her birthday like honeyfizzley said. not only is that traumatizing but remember that one timeline conversation where, on mahiru's birthday, amane tells mahiru she'll die soon? if the lover's suicide theory is correct then like... that is the most gut-wrenching foreshadowing possible.

(on a lighter note, mahiru and i share the same birthday! you can probably imagine my reaction when i found that out, went to check her birthday timeline, and saw the convo with her and amane...)

the head tilt at the end is also very cute to me! i really really want to like mahiru's boyfriend. it's alot easier to hate him when he's scattered bird feathers but now that he has a face i can't bring myself to slander him.

speaking of his face, i really like his tareme eyes! i have a drafted post about it but droopy eyes in character design tends to signify the character is gentle personality. think haruka, kazui, or even mahiru herself! so, combined with my wishful hopes he's not a bad person, her boyfriend reads as a kind person to me.

another drafted post i had was about what eyes signify in milgram. the only proposal i've seen were that "eyes are the window to the soul" — it represents the prisoner's understanding/connection to the people around them. for instance, kazui feels disconnected from his wife but, for whatever reason, understands the bar lady more. or, for fuuta's case, everyone in dark triad lacks a face except rumerie who fuuta looks to for guidance in every battle.

so, like with shidou's family revealing their eyes, i think it's very interesting how now is the time mahiru's boyfriend reveals his face. if the above theory is correct—heavy emphasis on the if—then it means mahiru only felt connected with her boyfriend on the last day they were together as a couple.

this might be me being stupid but it kind-of looks like mahiru is limping here? like, compared to her boyfriend's full walk cycle, we're only seeing her left foot hop and a small bit of her other one.

i'm really, really curious on what happened between their happy celebration and how they ended up so wrecked. i initally assumed only mahiru was in disrepair because she was tearing through the forest looking for boyfriend. here they're both walking side-by-side.

also adding onto to my lover's suicide theory... neither of them have their shoes on. i don't like where this is going.

mahiru undercut supremacy... mahiru fluffy hair supremacy...mahiru smile supremacy... mahiru blush supremacy...mahiru...

so sad that once again mahiru's earrings have been taken away from her. just let her have them...! i'm once again curious on what happened between the celebration and the forest because how does her earrings get knocked off? unless it was a car crash or something to mirror shidou's case (i hope not i hope not i hope not i hope i hope not.)

someone on twt mentioned that, comparing the gifs with infm, the thumbnail gif will take place in the middle of the mv. i have a feeling it'll be the reveal of her boyfriend's death maybe? possibly? same with inmf showing mu stab rei before cutting to her hatching from the chrysalis.

"hmm... i’m a little troubled that i can’t go home, but... it’s fine, I guess. even if i go home, there’s nothing left..."

manifesting mahiru shiina 100% innocent sweep first time ever in milgram 🙏🙏

i'm a little disappointed we didn't get a sneak peek into her new outfit...! each prisoner has recieved a new one and i'm really excited for mahiru's. i'm picturing a corspe bride situation where her wedding, the symbolism of her happy future with her boyfriend, crumbles away to nothing, leaving only her and a corspe at the alter. love is (un)dead...

#im genuinely sad about the earring let her have some fashion damn #took her shoes and her earring you might as well reveal her arm is broken too #(please don't please don't please don't) #i might remake my bingo card since i have a better idea of 2nd trials work + my expectations are different #꒰ ☁️ ꒱ ── warm regards‚ cinnamon

[cxncrie]

   God, she really did hate it down here. It was so hard to tell day from night, and she never really got used to it. Maybe she will one day, or maybe she'll just stop caring, who knows? 

   Sitting in the darkness of the room that she currently decided to lounge at, she's thankful for the silence now that Adam's preoccupied with something else or has probably fucked off for the night. He really could be a headache to deal with, though one thing she won't openly admit, is the noise he brings with him makes this stupid manor a little more lively, a little less .. lonely. Even if some of the things he says aren't favorable. 

   Lazily sprawling across the couch that she occupied, her gaze becomes fixated on the ceiling. What's so bad about being friendly or at least joking around with him? She doesn't understand why Damien's so against it. She knows Adam will never see her in a positive light, she's a sinner after all, he was probably just playing ' nice ' until he could get back to Heaven. 

   For all she knows the next time the angels come back down, she'll be the first to go to get rid of evidence that he was helped by a sinner. Okay, maybe that was a little morbid of a thought, but even she knew pride and ego can do nasty things to a person, especially if they have an image to uphold or something.

   A sigh escapes her as she closes her eyes. She's not even sure why she should care anymore, why it should matter. She hates the fact that she always cares about what people think of her, cares about doing the right thing, and what people expect of her. It doesn't matter though, no matter how many times she tells herself to do something for herself, it'll never happen. 

   Her ears perk up slightly as she turns her head to watch Damien as he enters the main room with a raised eyebrow, though his expression soon turns to a glare that threatens her to get out, which she instantly obliges. The last thing she needs to do is piss him off after all. 

   Slowly making her way down the hallway to her room, she briefly stops at Adam's door, who's been so graciously placed across from her room because Damien decided that she brought him in and that she needed to take care of him. She supposes she's at least grateful that she hasn't been forced to share a room with him. Then again, Damien might kill someone before he lets that happen due to how the angel can be. Either way, she stares at the door and briefly considers knocking on it to check on him but figures he's probably fine for the night. Plus if he needed something he could and probably would just abruptly burst into her room.

   For now, she backs away and simply pushes the door open to her room, quietly getting back to work on the clothing she was planning to put together for Adam. Sure it was nothing more but a rough design for now, but she'll need to fight with him to get his measurements later.

   After all, she doesn't trust Damien to keep them here for very long. 

#honestly probably falls under a drabble #drabble #★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡ #★ ► ᴀᴄᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ◄ ⌠Nimue Umiko ⌡ #★ ► ᴠ; ɪꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ; ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ ◄ ⌠ Fugitives ⌡

[gorogues]

Spoilers for Flash #789!

You can see the first few pages here.

So we get an explanation for why the Rogues are doing Wolfe's bidding despite him being notoriously awful; they figured they'd just make the most of the opportunity he offered. It may not have been wise (who knows what the guy would do to them as soon as they're no longer useful), but it's understandable. We don't get an explanation for the weirdness with Girder though, so his activity in Dark Crisis may forever be a mystery.

But we do get explanations for how Wolfe is out of prison and successfully able to run for mayor -- he was acquitted, and presumably the voters believed in his innocence or simply didn't care about what he was doing to felons -- and Wally figures out the secret source of his power. Wolfe has been empowered by the Lords of Order to do some of their work on Earth, which of course explains his constant harping on "order". It's a fitting role for Wolfe, who's always been obsessed with law and order and punishing lawbreakers, so he's a good choice for one of their avatars. I don't recall the Lords of Order being quite so rigidly fascist before, but I suppose it's one way to impose order on an increasingly chaotic DCU.

Wally makes a very good speech about the importance of free will and being kind to counteract chaos, which I liked so much that it's included here despite the lack of Rogues. It's good that Adams mentions Wally's time in the Mobius Chair, as it gave him the wisdom and perspective here that makes such a compelling argument. It's easy to forget what happened to him just a few years ago (our time) when he's been so goofy and relaxed since he retook the mantle of the Flash, but he's got a unique POV that very few characters in the DCU will ever have. And the Lords of Order accept his argument "for now", with the stated threat that they'll take action if Wally's suggestions don't work. That clearly leaves the door open to their further involvement, and this may come into play in a future storyline. Interestingly, Wolfe now believes he was wrong based on what Wally has shown him, but it's possible the Lords won't take his no for an answer if they do decide to intervene again. He may find himself their unwitting puppet.

Hartley doesn't do much aside from what we saw in the issue preview, but he does stand with the West family to help Wally when needed, which is nice. The Rogues don't get as much spotlight or development as I'd like, but they do get some good moments like chiding Len for his over-confidence and considering it bad luck; it makes sense for a bunch of guys who've been beaten more often than they'd wish! And they laugh uproariously in a fantastic panel when Wally asks them whether they're willing to reform. Mick says with a smirk that they'll try, and I've got no idea if he's pulling Wally's leg or might actually consider it…he's the one Rogue of the bunch who's given it a genuine attempt in the past, after all.

Wolfe says that the Rogues are needed for an unspecified coming event, which may lead into the imminent "The One-Minute War" story. If so, that's a significant hint that they'll be part of it, and either way they'll probably be appearing soonish. I can't say I've been particularly intrigued by the solicits for the coming arc, but hopefully it'll be good and hopefully we get some quality scenes of the Flash Family teaming up, and maybe the Rogues working with the Flashes to defend the city. It'd also be great to see some lesser-used Rogues helping out as well, and not just the regulars seen in this issue. Hartley will likely be part of Team Flash too.

It's been a pretty good story arc, even if I was hoping for maybe one more issue in it. Hartley and the Rogues could have gotten more development that way, but I guess I'm glad the story wasn't overly padded like some arcs are these days. I think Wolfe's story could have gone on for longer to show the corruption in his system and that hardassed approach to crime, and wonder if it was originally intended to have been a slow-burning background plot and was just cut short for the sake of efficiency. But at least the version we got works fairly well.

#Pied Piper #Captain Cold #Heat Wave #Weather Wizard #Mirror Master #the Trickster #Axel #Blacksmith #Warden Wolfe #the Flash #Linda Park #Irey #Jai #spoilers: comics #reviews

[freedvmrouge]

MYTH/FABLE.

fandom: dc comics.

character(s): jason todd, bruce wayne.

word count: 1,840.

tags & warnings: pov jason todd, post-doom that came to gotham, child trafficking (implied), prostitution (implied), homelessness.

summary: jason's being chased by child traffickers and takes cover in an abandoned apartment building.

masterlist.

The night is falling and Jason cannot get out of here fast enough. There are few things scarier than the pimps that keep trying to snatch him off the streets. A large, flying bat-like creature attacking you in the dark is absolutely on that list.

He's never seen the creature before, he doesn't even know if it's real, but he's not sticking around to find out.

He shimmies out of grasp and runs to the nearest alleyway. Getting shrouded in darkness might be his only chance of losing these bastards. It's light enough that he doesn't expect the big bat to chase after him. Jason's unsure what the bat's parameters for attacking are, but he's not going to risk it.

Shouts continue behind him as the pimp gets his minions to follow his orders. Jason's heart is practically beating out of his chest.

He keeps running as fast as he can. He slips and glides through the alleys and nearly crashes into a wall every time he turns corners. He doesn't even think, he just lets his feet take him where he needs to go. Knowing the streets of Park Row better than the back of his hand is the only thing really keeping him afloat right now.

When he finds a fire escape to a building that may or may not be empty, he doesn't have the time to second guess himself and starts his climb up. Scaling a building always sounds easy until he starts doing it, though. Gravity is always working against him, and he hasn't eaten enough to have the energy to go any faster.

Jason catches the sounds of his pursuers as they get closer. His breathing spikes and all he can think of is, "Please don't see me, please don't look up."

He tries to focus on getting in through the windows, but the first two don't budge and he's starting to lose hope. He might need to get up to the rooftop and then... and then, he doesn't know what he'll do. There are still several more floors to climb.

"There he is! Up there!" One of them screams, and Jason looks down on instinct to his dismay. They're definitely talking about him.

Please, please, please.

As he climbs another floor and tries the window, he starts to hear screams of agony from below. Jason fights his instinct to look. He needs the milliseconds. Then thankfully, fucking thankfully, a window on the sixth or something floor gives and he can quickly slip inside.

Jason continues to hear screams below, but their volume rivals the beating of his heart. He frantically looks for someplace to hide in the off chance that they manage to come up. He should probably find another empty apartment to hide out in, though. He can't think straight.

His breathing gets too heavy and he's starting to feel lightheaded. Shit. He recognizes this feeling. Jason fights himself from passing out, but as he crawls into a walk-in closet space, dusty clothes and all, he blacks out.

...

When Jason comes to, the pitch-black darkness startles him. He tries to remember where he is and upon feeling a dress shoe beside him, he breathes out a sigh. The door to the closet is still closed, too. No one has gotten in or found him. He's safe.

It'll probably be best if he finds another place soon. But he must say, this abandoned building isn't too bad a shelter.

Figuring that he probably won't be able to go back to sleep, he quietly opens the closet door. He should look for food, too. He's starting to cross that two-day streak and the chase took a lot out of him.

It seems quiet and safe when he gets his full face out of the door. But then he catches movement to the far corner of the room. The brief bit of light coming from the window he climbed through is just enough to see... the bat.

Jason can't help but yelp and push himself back into the closet. His back hits the door to keep it closed as if that's really going to help keep a probably-mutant bat creature. The creature is actually a real, living thing and not some myth created by scared, superstitious Alley folk.

Tears start to trickle down his cheeks as he thinks that this will be his last night alive.

There's a noise that puts the fear of something in him. It's similar to a whine, his delusional and malnourished mind believes. Then there's a bit of clawing or scratching against the door. He thinks he might as well get it over with then. This is a walk-in closet. He has nowhere else to go.

After taking a deep breath, he steps away from the door and stands there in the dark.

The clawing continues every few minutes, but the door never caves in. Jason knows for a fact that the bat is strong. He's seen a couple of aftermaths of its attacks before the police came. But the door never moves. It never opens.

At some point, he falls back asleep and wakes up to light shining underneath the door.

Bats aren't awake during the day. They're nocturnal and the sunlight is too bright for them to see. At least, that's what he remembers being told. He's not sure if that applies to this bat, though. He's not sure about a lot of things.

Jason peaks out of the room slowly and quietly. The light blinds him momentarily. But then he finds the room completely empty. No bat creature or anything. He swallows as he finally steps out into the room. He clocks the window that's still open and the room door that's also open. He's not sure if it was open all along.

As he gets closer to what he figures used to be a bed, he finds a brand-new packet of shortbread biscuits. Jason picks them up and finds that their expiration date isn't for another few months. He eagerly rips it open and starts eating a few biscuits. He doesn't know where this came from, but he's entirely too grateful for it.

He stays in the apartment for another half hour before leaving. He should find some odd jobs around.

What he didn't expect, however, was three dead bodies laid out in the alley below. It's the pimp and his minions. Jason swallows, pulling his head back in, and closes the window quickly.

Shit. If the bat's real, then... then that looks like the bat's work. The bat was also here last night. The bat didn't kill him.

Jason doesn't know what to think. Instead, he goes to find another way out of this apartment and tries to get as far away as possible.

Unfortunately, the universe has decided that now is the optimal time to run his luck. The bat hangs in the far, shadowy corner of the greater apartment space. It's not moving. It's just... hanging there.

Jason clutches his packet of biscuits closer to his chest just in case he needs to run. That's when he feels little indents on the packet. He takes his eyes off the bat momentarily to satiate his curiosity.

They look like bite marks. Like a dog's bite.

A whine comes from beyond him and he snaps up to attention.

The bat seems to stare right at him for a moment. Jason can't seem to look away either.

With a jolt, the bat lets go of whatever perch it found on the ceiling and stands upright. The pitter-patter of its feet hit the floorboards. Jason doesn't even realize that he's been backing up until the bat abruptly stops and tilts its head, as if curious.

"Are you gonna kill me?" He asks, even though he doesn't really expect an answer. Maybe talking to it will make him feel better. He doesn't know.

The bat leans forward and then roughly sways its head left to right repeatedly. Wait, what?

Jason furrows his brows and licks his chapped lips in confusion. Did the bat just answer his question?

"Do you... do you understand me?"

With less hesitation, the bat carries its head up and down repeatedly.

"Holy shit. Okay." He rubs his face aggressively, still in utter disbelief that he's in this situation.

He looks at the bat again as it steps a bit closer to Jason. He flinches and the bat stops moving. In fact, the bat steps back a step.

Then, surprisingly, the bat seems to sit down. He's not completely sure how it works. It's still really dark here with only just enough light from the other room to see. He's just amazed this is happening at all.

Jason doesn't know what to do. The bat is still big enough to loom over him. It's bigger than any person he's ever seen, though, so that's not saying much.

"Can... Can I call you anything?" The bat continues to stare at him. "Do you... maybe have a... have a name?"

The bat slowly nods its head.

"Okay, uh, how do we do this... Maybe if I... I can say the alphabet and you can tell me what letter it is?"

The bat nods again, a bit more eagerly.

Jason proceeds to go through the alphabet five times, stopping after every time the bat taps on the floor. What he ends up with is, "Bruce."

The bat nods again, a bit more eagerly.

Jason proceeds to go through the alphabet five times, stopping after every time the bat taps on the floor. What he ends up with is, "Bruce."

This seems to excite the bat so he says the name again, a bit more confidently. The resulting yip makes him smile.

Don't get him wrong, the bat still scares him, if only due to its size and strength. But if he takes those things out of the equation, he's starting to get used to its presence.

"Oh, my name's Jason, and uh." He looks down at the crinkling his hand is making with the packet of biscuits. He thinks about the bite marks and looks back up, eyes wide. "You gave me this, didn't you?" Bruce nods. "Thank you. I was really hungry."

Bruce comes closer and Jason tries his best not to flinch this time. He only marginally succeeds, but he tries to offset it by smiling at Bruce.

Once they're practically side by side, Bruce slowly raises his arm. Jason watches intently but doesn't say a word. The wing soon covers his entire being, leaving a mere crack of light. His heart is beating out of his chest, but a second passes and then two. Bruce doesn't do anything but keep his wing there. Jason realizes that he feels warm. When was the last time he felt warm?

Jason ends up sitting down, hugging the biscuits close, and Bruce simply readjusts.

It doesn't take long before he's dozing off once more. This time, he feels a lot more safe than he's been in a long while.

#gen prompt bingo #gen prompt bingo round 25 #bingo fill #writing challenge #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd fanfic #red hood fanfic #jason todd oneshot #jason todd one shot #dc comics #the doom that came to gotham #dc elseworlds #dc fandom #dc fanfiction