Good morning/evening/afternoon, I’m not sure if you’d do this request, I really liked the Lloyd x reader hc’s where the reader is being abused (that was my request). I was wondering if you’d do another Lloyd x Reader fic where they have a toddler child together but the reader is trying to hide from Lloyd that she’s mentally ill/suicidal because she’s terrified he’d think he made a mistake marrying her/that she was an unfit mother. Have a nice day 🩵
DONT KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN KEEP THIS DOWN .
lloyd garmadon x reader.
summary: your husband and your daughter are your whole world. but what happens when theres just too much going on ? how could you ever begin to explain to him how you feel without scrutiny ?
silly you, he'll love you no matter what. do you know that ?
hi again ! thanks for this request :)
as always, note that im basing the reader's suicidal ideation off of my own experiences. i understand that everyone experiences suicidal thoughts very differently, && do not intend to generalize when i write this. your own unique experience with mental illness is still valid, even if you dont resonate with someone elses experiences. even so, i tried to keep it a bit vague, interpret as you wish.
as always, if youre going through thoughts of suicide && self harm, i urge you to seek help for it, whether that be from a family member, a counselor, a friend, etc etc. youre never alone, && you deserve to be heard.
with love, ahem. content warnings for suicidal thoughts, self harming tendencies, the woes of motherhood, && the like.
You loved your daughter so much more than you could've ever dreamed of loving someone before you had her. In your younger years, you hadn't even known love like that existed.
But had your husband made a mistake, choosing to fulfill this life with you? Your inner world was all too loud, your thoughts racing this way and that at a constant. Every time you looked at your wide eyed, smiling daughter, all you could think about was how you weren't ready.
Truly, you hadn't planned on having a baby. You'd always believed you would've made for an awful mother. And yet, when you found out you were pregnant, you didn't have it in you to terminate. You told your husband just as much, and like him, he supported you, and you made do with what you could.
Locking yourself in the bathroom, you slunk to the floor, wrapping yourself in a self-hug. It was all you could do not to drag a blade against your skin. You feared that your husband would see the scars && resent you for doing that, because what would your daughter think if she saw them? You shuddered at the thought of your baby inheriting your temperament and shitty coping mechanisms. You felt weak, and maybe even stupid, because you lacked the strength to be honest with the person you loved most.
You sat on the floor and cried until you could no longer manage to do so, begrudgingly coming back to bed out of fear he or your daughter would wake and search for you.
You slipped back under the covers, as though nothing was amiss. Your daughter and husband were still fast asleep, and you smiled as you stared at them, breathing peacefully. You were very keenly aware that she looked so much like him. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise; or so you'd hoped.
You wouldn't know what to do if she turned out like you anyway.
looking back at the fluff requests i've written and cringing hard because i absolutely suck at writing it ... i'd be an angst / horror only blog if i didnt need breaks from writing darker themes sometimes 😭
"I'D GIVE MY BODY TO SATAN IF I COULD ONLY KEEP MY SOUL."
cole brookstone x f!reader...as childhood friends.
summary: cole was quite literally your rock. if you were going down, he was going with you. he knew that your mom was always mad, && that he was all you had. AKA: first period blues, thankfully your best friend is there to comfort you.
this fic was inspired by me getting my first period at an early age and my mom's first instinct being to scream at me for "faking it" for attention from my friends LOL ( you can see my mommy issues coming through in this )
fair warning that this is...barely proofread. content warnings for mentions of physical abuse && implied verbal/emotional abuse.
Crying.
It was all you could do. Your stomach churned, nauseated as you were. You could barely understand what was happening to your body, all you could comprehend was that you were in pain.
Any cry of pain, however, was met with a scream or a slap from your mother, who was sick and tired of you begging for attention. You knew it all too well, the kicks to your ribs, the punches to your back and the smacks on your cheek simply for existing too loudly. Being plagued by colds or sore throats already raised hell in your house, why did you have to bleed too? If you could feel any sicker, surely you would by how disgusted you felt in your own awkward little body that seemed to be just too big no matter how small you tried to make yourself.
Cole rubbed your back, frowning. He knew about periods, but as young as he was, he was a little clueless.
"'S not gross, (name.) it happens to every girl, and its normal. You aren't yucky for bleeding."
You didn't speak for a few more moments, simply just soaking his shirt.
"Did...did it ever happen to your mom?"
He thought for a moment.
"It did. My dad says its something girls go through once a month. Its like...how everyone goes number 2. Its not something people really talk about, but it happens."
That made you feel slightly better about your affliction, and you even giggled a little. But how were you ever going to explain this to your own mother without her throwing a conniption fit?
public service announcement, && im sorry if this disappoints, but im filipino american && feel more comfortable depicting asian experiences && culture when it comes to writing readers part of certain cultural backgrounds. i dont have any ill will towards the anon who requested a latina reader, i just think it would be better to ask that from a latino writer as i wouldnt be able to properly represent that :) . all love to you though, your culture is beautiful, im just not well versed enough to write it && feel as though it wouldnt be my place to.
Hey!! It’s my first req so sorry if it seems a bit incoherent lmao.
Possibly a Fic of Zane x gn!reader where (yk when you bite something metal/iron and the taste is weird but in like a good way?) I was wondering if you could write a fic with a ninja reader that’s constantly chewing on something metal and after they were told it’d ruin their teeth, they switched to biting their bf, Zane to satiate their almost teething like craving? (🧛)
Have a nice day!
I'D JUST WANT YOUR HEART
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YEAH, I'D WANT YOUR HEART.
zane julien x gn!reader with the 🧛🏻 prompt !
hiiii !! omg ... saw this request and just knew i had to write it because theres such a lack of content for zane 😞 i also dont really have anything for zane yet so i guess i have to deliver LOL, i hope this is to your liking !!
You were so small. It was adorable ... sometimes. You often remind him of a chihuaha.
Ever since Zane had told you to stop gnawing on metal, he'd become the object of choice. He should've seen it coming. Of course you'd resort to biting him...
Nonetheless, it didn't affect him. It was times like this where he was lucky that he didn't have human flesh, elsewise he'd likely find himself ailed.
You thought you were sneaky, but he could always sense you coming. He knew that you were right behind him, and as he'd anticipated, you bit down on his arm.
Unfazed by this, he continued what he was doing as you practically slobbered on him.
Eventually, he turned to face you with a fond smile.
"I still do not understand why you choose to bite me. Would it not be better to simply chew on a snack?"
You huffed. "You're my snack."
He shook his head, still smiling. What was he to do with you?
You moved, as if you were going to bite him once more.
"You aren't going to bite me again ... are you? Maybe I should make dinner?"
You pouted for a moment, before wordlessly biting him once more.
Ouuuu... have you written a Cole x Yandere reader? I was lowk listening to "He's my man" and i thought that it might be a good drabble inspiration
Love always,
- 🐦⬛
I NEED HIM SO MUCH THAT IT HURTS.
cole brookstone x yandere!reader.
this song takes me back to my preteen days where i was obsessed with yandere simulator to the point where i would call myself a yandere😭💔i was a weird ass kid LOL
and i dont mean that negatively, this song is exactly the type of song i wouldve listened to at ages 9-12 and imo "weird kid songs" are still peak haha, do the weird preteens even still have dere type phases ?
obvious content warnings for murder ( you poison his food :3 ), and descriptions of blood && violence. You've been warned.
Every moment without him felt agonizing. Him leaving you for missions was equivalent to having the flesh torn off of your face.
You especially loathed when he would leave for Shintaro and stay with the princess. You knew that he wasn't one to cheat, but you were also keenly aware of her past feelings for him. The thought of him with another girl, even before you, stung.
After his long missions, all he ever wanted to do was return to you and relish in your cooking. He loved your food so much, so surely he would be none the wiser, right?
He loved you, and he was naive for that. He was an idiot to believe that you were just his sweet girlfriend. You longed for more; to be his beautiful wife, or the one that would take his life and keep him all to yourself for eternity.
A tiny vial of his blood sat against your chest, hanging off of a silver chain. If this wasn't proof that he was meant to be yours for life, what was?
You presented him with a platter of pasta, garnished with cheese and meatballs, with a pinch of basil. Just the way he liked it. You smiled as he grinned up at you with that stupid and clueless smile of his.
"Thanks, honey! You always know exactly what I need."
He was quick to dig in. You sat there beside him, resisting the urge to giggle as he ate it up. Thankfully enough, the poison was all too subtle, almost unnoticeable to the naked eye. He would only have a few minutes left before he passed out, high out of his mind. Then, you would slit his throat and lick the blood from it.
The clock ticked. His voice slurred as he tried to speak coherently.
"Baby, I'm...so full. Can you help me walk to bed?"
He couldn't even get up before he slumped over. You didn't waste any time retrieving your knife, a hand caressing his cheek gently. What a pretty boy, and yet what a shame he was gone so soon...
You smiled as the blood poured from his wound. Like a dehydrated dog, you began to lick it up, not caring about the mess of blood and saliva trickling down your chin. You would take care of the mess later, all that mattered in the moment was you and him, two souls destined to be together forever.
Hiiii I'm new here, so before I request do you take extremely long requests? Like I'm talking hyper detailed requests because I remember sending my first Ninjago request to a writer a year ago and they haven't replied to it yet, so asking first before I send it you
hi ! yes, i do take longer && detailed requests && usually prefer those to vague ones with little info because that makes it easier to write :)) feel free to hit me with whatever you have in mind !
bee tee dubs if it wasnt obvious enough already, when i write about darker themes ( addiction, self harm, abuse, self destructive behaviors, suicidal ideation, unhealthy relationships, etc etc ) i do it based off of my own experiences with these things, *not* from a place of fetishization of these themes. i hardly ever see x reader blogs writing darker themes like this that dont encourage the behavior, and i wanted to make other people who have suffered similarly feel seen && loved by their favorite characters :)) i understand that abuse && the like are very complex topics and other victims/mentally ill peoples' experiences are vastly different, so im really sorry if my works dont particularly resonate with you, && your emotions and struggles are just as valid. fuck stereotypes and the harm that they do, because people dont exist in a box. everyones experiences differ, but that doesnt make what happened to you any less real.
i genuinely didnt expect people to respond so positively to my writing, so thank you guys so much 🥹
coughs. i know aapi month is almost over, but does anyone know any artists who have drawn the ninja in cultural clothes ? can be from any asian or pacific islander culture, i wanna see it :))
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