#I dare her to try🔪

[novabun-ships]

Hehe I'm ranting 🙃

Rewatching Adam clips (nwbd) AND GODS this girl (Ade.le) SUCKS like she actually sucks. She invites him out to party with her friends but her friends are gigantic assholes.

Like actually, they're disrespectful to a convenience store worker and they steal from him!!!

Adam calls Ad.ele out on her friends shitty behavior and she gets mad at him... he basically pleads with her to not go back to her friends guys house and she fucks off anyways basically ditching Adam because he said he didn't want to go (or be associated with people like that) she eventually goes back and finds him but like... Really?

I hate her. That's basically her and her interactions with Adam throughout their screen times together.

She seems bothered by his existence meanwhile he's being idk fucking normal and yeah he likes her but its always like her leading him on (inviting him out, never stating that she just wants to be friends etc) then pushing him away or treating him like garbage as if he never mattered at all.

She pisses me off. Especially when she really leads him to believe that they're close and he kisses her and when he pulls away the first words out of her mouth are "I don't like you" not "I don't like you like that" or "I see us as just good friends" no. Its "I don't like you"

Just AUGGHH I never wanted to smack someone so badly. She constantly confuses him and it pisses me off so much and it breaks my heart to see Adam be treated so badly... She doesn't deserve him in ANY sense.

I'm glad I'm stealing him away so she can stop mentally tormenting him he doesn't deserve to be treated like that. She can go away and Adam can stay with me, someone who is actually going to love and appreciate him.

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Wrong Chat?

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: None!

Genre: Best friends to lovers, flufffff, texts

Summary: Hyunjin, your best friend, drops you off for a coffee date with your colleague Mingyu. It's not a date at all, but Hyunjin thinks it is. And he rants in the wrong group chat - completely jealous and unhinged.

a/n: Wanted to make a Clueless series! Thoughts?

Clueless Masterlist

Hyunjin sighs dramatically as he flops onto the couch in his apartment. He's been pouting ever since he'd dropped you at the cafe where you're meeting Mingyu, your colleague for coffee.

Hyunjin: I’m actually losing my goddamn mind.

Hyunjin: She’s out with him. With. Him.

Felix: Hyunjin, it's just coffee.

Hyunjin: OF COURSE IT'S NOT JUST COFFEE, FELIX.

Chan: Oh no🙄

Minho: Here we go. Someone hold his leash.

Hyunjin: This is NOT good. Mingyu is - he’s like…

Jeongin: Are you okay bro?

Hyunjin: I AM NOT OKAY.

How is he supposed to be ok when you, the love of his life is out with some guy for "coffee"? Jisung had taken a girl out for coffee a few weeks ago, and now she's his girlfriend.

Hyunjin sighs. He couldn't think of you being anybody else's. You're his girl. And he's gonna win you over.

Meanwhile, you are sitting across from Mingyu, discreetly checking your phone as it buzzes repeatedly with notifications. You freeze when you see the texts. 

Oh, so this is why Hyunjin was in a bad mood the whole morning, you think. He barely said a word to you as he drove you to the cafe. 

Changbin: Dude, calm down. It’s just coffee.

Hyunjin: COFFEE LEADS TO DINNER, DINNER LEADS TO NETFLIX, AND NETFLIX LEADS TO YOU KNOW WHAT. ASK JISUNG.

Jisung: HYUNJIN.

Felix: 😳

Minho: Jisung you sly dog.

Chan: Hyunjin, touch some grass.

Hyunjin: I CAN’T, CHRISTOPHER. SHE IS MY GRASS.

Minho: Let it all out. Keep going.

Chan: Hyunjin. Deep breaths. IN through your nose, OUT through your mouth. 

Hyunjin: I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE LAYS A FINGER ON HER

Changbin: I don't think he's laying anything on her. 

Felix: Okay, Hyun, you need a time-out.

Hyunjin: No, what I NEED is for Mingyu to trip over his stupid perfect legs and fall face-first into a compost bin.

Mingyu smiles at you across the table, gesturing towards his laptop as he speaks. You are trying so hard to focus on the ideas he's laying down in front of you - the startup ideas that you two have been talking about forever. You smile back, nodding, while trying not to choke on your laughter.

Jisung: Stupid perfect legs? Hyunjin, why do you even know what Mingyu’s legs look like?

Hyunjin: Because I have eyes, Ji. I pay attention to the threat level.

Hyunjin: He's like 6 feet tall.

Jeongin: Threat level: Sexy. 

Hyunjin: THANK YOU, JEONGIN. No one asked you.

Chan: You're tall enough

Hyunjin: Not enough apparently

Felix: Hyunjin, calm down.

Hyunjin: No, because LISTEN. Who does he even think he is. Asking my girl out. How dare he. 

Hyunjin: SHE’S OUT THERE WITH HIM WHILE I’M JUST

Changbin: Lonely and deranged?

Hyunjin: EXACTLY.

Seungmin: Someone hose him down 

You are trying to concentrate on the graph Mingyu is pointing to now, but seriously, who are you even kidding. Your cheeks are warming up with the second-hand embarrassment from what's brewing on the group chat.

Hyunjin: And do you know what really sucks? She’s probably looking AMAZING right now. Like, how does she do that? How does she leave the house and make everyone fall in love with her?!

Hyunjin: And doesn't even realize that I love her? She obviously doesn't! Like I'm right here.

Jisung: Why don't you just corner her in the supply closet?? Omg I never thought I'd get a chance to give that back to you 🔪

Hyunjin: Bro. She's my best friend. It isn't the same.

Jisung: Excuses excuses

Felix: Oh SHIT. 

Felix: 🚨 STOP 🚨

Jeongin: Wait, what chat is this 👀

Hyunjin: What do you mean what chat?

---

Hyunjin goes quiet for a second.

---

Hyunjin: Wait.

Hyunjin: WHAT CHAT IS THIS???

Chan: You absolute clown.

Felix: I tried. 

Minho: LMAO

You: Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: Y/N. Baby. Light of my life.

Y/N: Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re picking me up in 20 minutes. And we're gonna talk.

Hyunjin: Ok. Yes. Ok.

---

Hyunjin was still typing and you were about done with this. 

---

Y/N: Baby. Stop typing. 

Hyunjin: Shutting up now.

Changbin: She really did put a leash on him.

Felix: This is why I love her 😁

Y/N: And Hyunjin?

Hyunjin: Yes, angel?

Y/N: I love you too. 

Hyunjin: 😳😳😳😳

Hyunjin’s heart literally stops when he reads your text. You love him back. You love him back!!! He feels faint, his hands are shaky and he just needs to see you. Right now. 

Hyunjin: Picking you up now.

Y/N: Ok baby.

---

And finally, it was all calm again.

---

Chan: Well, at least we get a little peace and quiet now.

---

As you step outside, you spotted Hyunjin’s car pulling up, his face twisted in a mix of nervousness  and relief. His gaze immediately locks onto Mingyu, who waves goodbye. Hyunjin behaves just so that he can show you that he can be a good boy when he needs to.

You grin as you get into the car, and pull on the seat belt. When you look up at him, he's watching you eagerly, well he does look a little scared - like a child waiting to be scolded for doing something wrong.

“You ok, Jinnie?” You ask.

“Perfect. I'm perfect.”

You raise an eyebrow, fully aware of the effect you have on him.

“Is that so?” you purr, and Hyunjin gulps, as he nods.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking away. 

“You know,” you said with a sly smile, “if you had said something sooner, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this.”

Hyunjin’s face turns a sweet pink, and he can't help but smile a little.

“Can you say it again?” He asks. 

“Say what?”

“That you love me?”

You feel your own cheeks heating up as you your eyes meet. 

“I love you, Hyunjinnie. I have for as long as I can remember.” You whisper, and Hyunjin's head falls onto the steering wheel as he does his best not to scream out in joy. 

You giggle at his reaction and he looks at you again.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks shyly. 

“Yes please,” You say and that's that.

---

Hyunjin: Guess what, losers?

Hyunjin: WE KISSED.

Chan: Wow. Congratulations?

Minho: Was it a pity kiss? Be honest.

Changbin: I'm sure she did it to shut you up.

Hyunjin: It was magical.

Hyunjin: She looked at me, leaned in, and BAM. Fireworks.

Hyunjin: It’s what poets write about.

Jeongin: Or she just felt bad for you.

Hyunjin: NO.

Felix: Seriously, if you keep this up, she’s gonna see this and run the other way.

Hyunjin: She won't!

Y/N: Hyunjin.

Y/N: GET OFF YOUR PHONE.

Hyunjin: Ok bye.

Chan: Jokes aside, we're happy for you both.

Jisung: Of course we are

Minho: Y/N, sweetheart, get your man a collar

Y/N: Noted.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun

[over-and-over-and-over-and]

a little bit harder now ... || lottie matthews x reader

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🩻 lottie "accidentally" discovers she yearns for the drag of teeth on her neck ... your bite is to blame

🔪 MDNI - biting , fingering ( lott receiving ) , porn without a plot

( uhm. once again constructive criticism welcome and appreciated (/gen) because this is my first time writing about pussy. something which i didn't think would be so difficult considering i fucking have one. )

🎵 "A Little Bit Harder Now" - She Wants Revenge

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"they say people who bite are the worst to have sex with."

it was a sleepover at jackie's house which somehow provoked the conversation. one of those friendgroup chats you have way past midnight when everyone is delirious and their filters had effectively been shut off.

lottie doesn't remember who brought it up - just that they made a point to explain how biters are supposedly violent, rough, and all around biting during sex was a no go.

unless you were into that kinda thing

ever since the sleepover lottie was stuck thinking about what was said - not the sleepy confessions or the half awake shit talk brought about by the short lived game of truth or dare ( the unpleasant sound of vomiting which chased the dare natalie received to swallow a raw egg was enough to kill the mood for the night )

the only thought running laps around lottie's brain for the following weeks was the idea of deep bite marks littering her collar bones.

she figured she'd let it live as a fantasy. her mind would wander and inevitably end up manifesting a daydream about someone shoving her down and digging their teeth wherever they could - her neck, tits, tummy, and thighs ... it honestly didn't matter where, so long as her skin was being broken by molars somewhere where she could admire it in the mirror the next morning.

it was a dream, that was all. something for her mind to toy with when she got bored and needed something exciting to chew on while her hand played with the waistband of her panties.

problem is, lottie has always had a bad habit of thinking out loud.

the original plan was a casual hookup because you've always known how to rock lottie's world just the way she liked it. she brings you to her place, entertaining conversation over mediocre takeout before you two are softly kissing in her living room. that quickly evolves into a hasty makeout session, one which has the two of you colliding into furniture as you try to find your way into lottie's room with minimal separation, articles of clothing being left in a messy trail along the way.

it isn't long until you're on the mattress, one of your hands interlocked with lottie's with your other hand tracing her inner thigh. as your fingers ghost over her entrance, she breaks the kiss and gives you the opportunity to nuzzle into the crook of her neck.

"bite me."

to be honest, she didn't mean to say it out loud - her mind lingers on how with your current position it would've been perfect. the words have already left her lips with a bit more authority than she would've hoped, and seeing as it's too late to take it back she tries to ease the moment with a gentle,

"please?"

you do as you're told, gently nipping at her skin all the while running your fingers through her folds - she's pretty wet, something you take as a sign to push one of your fingers in. her breath hitches as you curl your finger, words attempting to form but getting lost underneath her shaky gasps.

" ... bite ... harder ... "

eventually she finds her words while you push another finger in. you bite her again, properly this time, earning a sigh which breaks into a moan as she struggles not to buck her hips.

you don't mean to bite her as hard as you do - you've always been a piss poor multitasker and as such sacrifice your focus on being delicate with her skin in favor of thrusting your fingers just right. whatever you did seemed to work as lottie quite literally whines and tosses her head back. a soft thud echoes around the room, which you don't immediately process as lottie accidentally hitting her head against the bedframe until you realized that simple action earned yet another soft gasp from her lips.

"m ... m ... more ... harder ..."

her words are dissected by a mean stutter, one that you've come to recognize as a telltale sign that she's getting close. you're not quite sure if she's requesting you work your fingers faster, or you sink your teeth into her neck once again-

as a middle ground you decide to do both.

your arm begins to ache from how hard you pump your fingers, and it almost feels nice to distract yourself when you focus on clamping your teeth onto lottie's skin. you pull back, kissing the tender spot you had been attacking and she seems to quietly whimper in the few seconds your mouth isn't pressed against her neck. as you try to work your fingers faster, you press your lips into her shoulder, kissing it softly before biting as hard as you could muster. temporarily you feel bad for intentionally hurting her, but it's quickly washed away as her moans continue to grow in volume the more you work your jaw.

you feel like a goddamn vampire, all too unsure if this is really a good idea, but before you can think about it for too long lottie's orgasm crashes into her. no more desperate pleas leave her lips as her eyes squeeze shut and the only thing she can manage are loud gasps and louder groans. you work her through it, removing your teeth from her shoulder and instead gently kissing her cheek and jawline as she cums on your hand and her thighs.

her eyelids flutter open as she shakily sighs, and you bring your hand up to lick her cum off your fingers but before you get the chance she grabs your hand and takes your fingers into her own mouth, quietly moaning as she tastes herself while rolling her tongue over your knuckles. her big brown eyes stare into your own, and you can't help but admire your handiwork as you take in the sight of her pleasantly blissed out state.

and then you notice her neck. red, bruising, and tender.

wordlessly you watch as she presses the marks on her skin, sighing as her fingers prodded the newly forming bruises.

"sorry i didn't mean to ... i just got kinda caught up in the moment -"

lottie shushes your quiet apology, grabbing your hands and pressing them against her thighs. she then taps the other side of her neck, clean skin free of bitemarks.

" ... do it again. please."

[tobesolnelyx]

hi!! im not sure if you’ve done this before but could you do ghostface!shauna x reader?? i feel like it would suit her so bad 😭

— miss possessive || ghostface!shauna shipman x reader 🔪

a/n: originally it was supposed to be shorter but i enjoyed way too much writing this 😭😭

summary: those bitches won’t touch what’s hers. toxic!shauna.

warnings: violence, gore. horror vibed kind of (??)

"Hello, darling," a voice said through the receiver, and you froze, gripping the phone tighter. Your fingers clenched around it so hard that, for a moment, it crossed your mind that it might just shatter in your hands. Your heart leapt to your throat, and your skin suddenly broke out in a cold, clammy sweat.

You’d heard those stories. About girls who received strange phone calls only to be found dead the next morning. With their throats slit, a rod driven through their eye and into their brain, guts spilled out for all to see. You’d heard them because you knew every single one of those girls. Each and every one.

And now, it was your turn.

You wanted to scream. To ask the killer what this was all about and why he was hunting down innocent girls. Why the hell hadn’t the police done anything about it? At the very least, they hadn’t tried hard enough—because maybe, in a better world, you wouldn’t be alone in your house right now.

For a month, you’d been walking around trembling like a leaf. Practically falling into paranoia, praying the police would catch that maniac, because something beneath your skin told you, that you were next. You shut yourself in your room, barely letting anyone near you, drowning in your own fear. You waited, as if for the final judgment. And it had just arrived.

You heard deep, heavy breathing on the other end. Your legs rooted to the floor, your voice stopped working. You were paralyzed, terrified that if you turned around, you’d see someone in the window, someone who shouldn't be there.

And, as luck would have it, your girlfriend wasn’t around. She was supposed to be. She promised she wouldn’t leave you, that she wouldn’t let you get hurt. And yet, the killer was breathing into the phone, and in your mind’s eye, you saw that twisted grin on his face.

Where was Shauna when you needed her the most?

"What do you want?" you finally dared to ask. Your voice cracked. You still didn’t dare look around, too gripped by fear of what you might see if you glanced over your shoulder. As if even a single movement might mean a blade sliding deep between your ribs, only to be pulled out with a sickening sound.

Laughter echoed through the receiver, and you felt like you were about to throw up. You knew you should do something. Block the doors and windows, hoping that this guy wasn’t already inside. Make a plan, call Shauna… do something. And yet, you stood frozen, listening to the warm, almost too familiar voice on the line. You frowned, focusing on it.

"What do you think i want?" The voice was soft, as if trying to calm you down rather than scare you. And maybe that was why your heart pounded even harder, slamming painfully against your ribs. "You know exactly what I want."

You swallowed so loudly you were sure the person on the other end could hear it. Your hands were shaking so much you could barely hold the phone.

"Why…?" you asked quietly. Why you? Why was he doing this? You had no idea what exactly you were asking. The only response was ragged breathing. For a moment, you were tempted to dial the police, but you thought it might just enrage the killer even more.

You could barely form a coherent thought at this point. Your body was sending you mixed signals: run, stay put, defend yourself, hide… but it was all useless because your legs felt glued to the floor in fear. And just when you thought your heart might burst out of your chest, the voice spoke again. Calm, gentle, maybe even slightly amused.

“Open the door like a good girl.”

The line went dead, leaving you with only the steady tone of the dial tone. For a moment, you just stood there, unsure of what to do. Should you let him in if he was already at the door? Maybe you should, maybe that’s what this was about. Obedience. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you knew that voice from somewhere. It crossed your mind that in your final moments, you might see a familiar face.

You didn’t know if that thought comforted you… or made you even more sick to your stomach.

Either way, you forced your feet to obey. They felt like they weighed a ton, like you were wading through tar. Every step grew heavier until, soaked in sweat and trembling, you stood in front of the front door. You pressed your ear against it but couldn’t hear a thing. No breathing, no footsteps. Nothing.

You reached for the handle - just as a knock echoed from the patio door. You froze, heart leaping to your throat. Slowly, you turned toward the sound and… nothing. Again, fucking nothing.

You began to wonder if the killer didn’t even want to get his hands dirty. Maybe he just wanted to scare you into a heart attack. The silence now was suffocating. You strained your ears for any sound, any trace of presence.

Silence answered you again.

Finally, you managed to gather yourself and walked over to the patio doors. You looked outside and again—nothing. No figure with a knife in hand. No mask. Nothing. You were starting to feel like an animal in a cage. Frightened. Left to fate.

The phone rang again, and you rushed to it, hoping, this time, it was Shauna. Your footsteps echoed off the walls. But when you picked up the receiver, the same voice spoke again. A voice you now heard more clearly. From both directions. That cold, metallic voice in the phone… and the warmer, more familiar one behind you.

“I told you to open the fucking door.”

You reacted on instinct the moment you registered movement behind you. You grabbed the nearest vase and, turning around, smashed it with full force into the intruder’s head. They clearly didn’t expect it. They screamed in pain, and the knife clattered to the floor. It took you a moment to realize you should be running.

A moment too long, because by the time you forced your legs to move, the killer was already recovering. He didn’t pick up the knife, but he lunged after you. You barely made it to the front door when he reached you. He slammed them shut, and in an instant, you were thrown against the wall. You groaned in pain, feeling a massive bruise bloom along your spine. A warm, large hand pinned you to the cold wall, cutting off any chance of escape. You tried to scream, hoping someone might hear you, but his other hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

“Shh, shh…” the voice murmured near your ear. You didn’t even notice when the tears started, but hot streams rolled down your cheeks, dripping to the floor.

A sigh came from behind the mask. You felt their hips press against yours and you screamed into the killer’s hand. The scent hit your nose, again, too familiar. Unsettlingly familiar.

“Did I overdo it?” the masked figure asked. Finally, the hand pulled the mask off and tossed it aside, and you saw warm brown eyes staring into yours. Your pupils widened in disbelief. You didn’t know whether the panic was intensifying or slipping away under the sick comfort of recognizing someone—someone you had loved.

Blood had dried on Shauna’s temple from where you’d hit her with the vase. There was a lot of it, but aside from the bruising and a torn brow, she didn’t seem seriously hurt.

“I know I might’ve been a bit... intense,” she murmured with a small, amused chuckle. “But you didn’t have to hit me with a vase, sweetheart. That was a bit too aggressive, don’t you think?”

You couldn’t answer, her hand was still firmly over your mouth. You whimpered in protest, struggling a little in her grip, but she pressed in closer. More tears spilled from your eyes.

“Baby,” Shauna sighed, as if you were the one being difficult here. “You have to promise me you won’t scream, okay?”

You stared at her, because what she just said was the dumbest thing you’d ever heard. How were you supposed to not scream when your girlfriend-turned-fucking-psycho had you pinned against a wall?

But you nodded, too scared to find out what Shauna might do if you disobeyed.

Her hand finally fell to your cheek, and with shocking gentleness, her thumb wiped away a tear. “You’re safe now. I promise, nothing will hurt you.”

With that, she leaned in and kissed the crook of your neck. You tried to speak, but your throat was tight. You were still trembling, unable to trust her for a second. And no one could blame you, your worst nightmare from the past few weeks had come true. And the person behind it… was your damn girlfriend.

“I did it for you,” she whispered into your ear, and you whimpered in fear. Her hands found your hips. “I got rid of them, of those...whores, for you. You’re mine now. Only mine.”

[lara4eclipze]

𝓢cream for me

— ( 🔪 ) when you put your body on mine, and collide — collide

daniela avanzini x fem!reader, suggestive, fluff, swearing, mentions of murder, torture, dani is possesive and most of the time jelous here, wc [?], tags listed below

north side high has never been this quiet, well ever since the murder cases started floating people became paranoid — especially you, the people dying were either close with you or you had once talked too

you always had this feeling that you were next, its like the perpetrator is pickin out your circle of friends one by one, and each time someone died the knife inches closer to you

so did the blame, with an unknown killer on the loose everyone is pointing fingers on who it might be, and you? your the main suspect like mentioned earlier everyone dying was in your circle

"i just don't know, karlee — I'm scared" you mutter through the call, you've been on this call for maybe 6 hours, and it gave you a sense of safety having someone to talk to

it terrified you that you might be next, you wanted to know the motive, why would the killer pick off your friends one by one, and what did they do to deserve that

"y/n... I'm hearing something in our kitchen" karlee mutters fear evident in her voice, your heart drops thinking of the worst thing that could happen, and your hands tighten their grip on the phone squeezing it impossibly tight

"fuck- , karlee stay put I'm gonna call the police" you frantically stutter, "no you wouldn't" you hear a menacing voice speak on the line, your face turns pale upon the realization

the next second you heard karlees blood curdling scream, the camera was pitch black but you can tell from the sounds of guts and blood that she was getting torn apart

you cried hearing the pain karlee was in — your hands shake as you kept hearing the splattering of blood, till it started fading

"y/n.." you hear karlees broken sob — "oh shut up" you hear the perpetrator spit after so stabbing karlee one last time taking the life out of the girl

you didn't know what to do, your tears fell in sorrow and fear — the police came asking you what happened and it was hard to say the least — just remembering how karlee screamed and how you couldn't do anything

the next day, daniela your friend asked to sleepover, saying her parents were out of town and she didn't feel safe alone, you lived alone and having someone around was good for you

"hi dani" you mutter letting daniela in — your eyebags were huge and your so shaky that even daniela couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty, "how are you handling things?" daniela softly asked as you two sat on your bed — "i don't k-know.." you sputtered before you ultimately sobbed

the latina immediately hugged you as you fell down on her, an odd sense of triumph ran through her, she knew she had successfully eliminated anyone who could stop her from having what she wanted the most — you

"shh, its okay — ill keep you safe" she whispers like a lullaby to you as you've finally calmed down a bit — "I'm sorry karlee died, y/n" dani follows

then it clicked for you — the police had kept karlees death a secret and its not like the latina was related to any authority figure

you tense up thinking of your safety, how you are probably hugging the killer, the very one who stabbed and killed your friends, the older woman realized how she slipped up and she right away tightens her hug on your torso

"y/n its either you stay with me or you're fucking next, i will do anything to have you" daniela spits, you freeze just letting her handle you she slowly hugs you again softing her voice

daniela holds your face in between her hands, "cause if you tell who'd believe you?, would they listen to the number one suspect?" daniela condescendingly mocks you

"if you dare try to escape me, ill fucking kill everyone in this place" she threatened still smiling sickeningly sweet, you wanted justice but is it worth losing more people to?

it haunted you how you couldn't help, how you couldn't tell anyone who the killer was, after that day daniela always had her eyes on you, she somehow planted cameras in your dorm tracking your every move

you hated her guts, you hated daniela avanzini — yet you knew one wrong move and you'll be bleeding in your dorm without anyone knowing why

[vikkirosko]

I’m not sure if this counts as breaking the character x character rule since it’s generic but…

How would DBD Killers react to finding two survivors in one locker? (Please include the Dredge because funny locker killer)

Well, I don't see a big problem with this request. One of the survivors will be Reader, and the problem is solved

Partially platonic headcanons Two in one locker

🎃 Shape x Reader 🔪

Every time you were among the survivors that Michael was supposed to hunt, he left you at the end. Someone might think that you were a special victim to him, but no one would even dare to think that Michael was giving you a little indulgence. He was giving you a chance to escape while he was busy with the others, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have killed you if you couldn't escape. His feelings for you were strong, but you both had your own roles that you performed. Every time he noticed that you were hiding in the locker, he pretended that he had no idea about it and moved on, but this time it was different. You weren't there alone

As he passed the locker, he heard a voice belonging to Jake. Michael was planning to catch him, but then he heard another voice. Your voice. You were both hiding in the same closet and there was clearly not enough room for you there. Michael felt an irritation that was rare for him. He didn't wait long and opened the locker, grabbing Jake by the neck. You saw that Michael was angry, and you knew that he could have done anything, so you chose to run away. Jake might be very unhappy later, but at least one of you had to get out

It didn't take long for Michael to find you again. He caught you and looked at your face carefully. Knowing that you were there for him calmed him down. He didn't like the fact that someone was so close to you, so he intended to stay with you as long as possible until you needed to go down the hatch, because he was going to get rid of the others

Michael didn't tell you anything, but you knew he was angry. You didn't want to be alone in the locker with Jake, and now you had to deal with the consequences of this act, because Michael wasn't going to forget about it so easily

👻 Ghost Face x Reader 📸

Danny loved to watch and scare his victims. This sent adrenaline coursing through his blood and he pursued his victims with increased enthusiasm. You were the one he particularly liked to keep an eye on, albeit for a different reason. You were his favorite victim and a survivor for whom he had funny feelings. He liked it when you were alone and you could spend time without strangers

When he got rid of most of your comrades, he was looking for you, and when he heard some noise from the locker, he was sure that it was you. It seemed to him like a funny game that he was going to win. But when he came to the locker, he heard another voice besides your whisper. That voice belonged to Meg. She was the last of your friends he hadn't killed yet, and now you were hiding in the same locker. Danny grinned behind his mask, feeling that the game was only getting more interesting

He was wandering around next to the locker, and you realized that Ghost Face was doing it on purpose, pressing on your nerves and trying to unbalance you. When he disappeared from your field of vision, the feeling that he was somewhere nearby did not disappear, and you did not plan to go out yet, but Meg decided to take a chance, and soon she was running away from Danny. When he returned after finishing with her, he saw you sitting on the floor of the locker, which was open. You stretched out your legs, which had time to go numb and just rested, realizing that now you had that little chance to rest a little bit

Danny was sitting with you, taking all your attention to himself. He knew exactly where the hatch was, so he could help you leave quickly, but he wanted to spend time with you without your companions and other annoying factors. He hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. Even though he didn't tell you, he wanted you to know that the only one you could hide in the same locker with was himself

🦴 Dredge x Reader 💀

Dredge often used lockers to move faster, but sometimes it found a survivor in the locker, which it used. It seemed like an easy way to catch them, although not always the survivors were hiding in lockers. You were one of those who, after learning that it was from Dredge that you needed to escape, tried hard not to use lockers. It amused the creature. You were sympathetic to it as a survivor who always approached the issue of his survival with caution. But this time something went wrong

When Dredge teleported into one of the lockers, it realized that it was surprisingly cramped. This was followed by a startled scream, the source of which was Dwight, but even through the scream there was a soft cry that belonged to you. At that moment, Dredge realized that there were two survivors in the locker, and one of them was you

Dwight was the one who put you in the locker. Despite your irritated whispers that hiding was a bad idea, he took you to the locker. And now he was screaming because Dredge had grabbed him. You were able to get out and run, realizing that there was nothing you could do to help, and it was a miracle that you weren't captured with him. You didn't even realize that Dredge specifically allowed you to escape, because of all the survivors, you were the favorite for it

After that, it couldn't find you in the lockers. You were running away from it with all your might, trying to survive, and it just couldn't miss the opportunity to leave you as the last survivor. You just had to hope that you could find the hatch before it found you

[kotton-kandy953]

please please please please please do another TBHK fic, thank you!

━ 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃

❏ 𝐘𝐎𝐔

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere!stalker!akane aoi x fem!reader || I kinda changed the layout of my posts if it isn’t too obvious. I might change it back, idk yet

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . blood, delusions, murder, obsessive tendencies, stalking, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . you, a new student at kamome academy, have caught the attention of a boy in your class who turns out to be an obsessive stalker; willing to murder anyone who could get in the way of their relationship. but he would never… right?

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I’ve recently started watching “you” and i really wanted write a fanfic based off of it. I haven’t written a anything in first person, or a tbhk fic in general in a while so I had to reread the manga to grasp akane’s character (he might be a little ooc sorry) || I have the fucking flu so I posted this wayyy later than I wanted :( || tbhk fics: sweetheart

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 3.5k

The first day of the school year after summer break is always the worst. Everyone is forced to re-introduce themselves to the same kids they’ve had classes with since middle school; As if they’ve never seen them before.

Not only that, but trying to make a decent impression of yourself on you new teachers is a drag in itself.

And quite frankly, I’m over it.

The same uniforms as last year, the same school mysteries or wonders, the same crush you’ve had since elementary that would never, ever, dare to look your way… why can’t life change for once? I’m not even asking for anything too drastic. Just a slight shift in the room that’ll make my life a bit more enjoyable, y’know?

And, as if answering my desperate prayers, — you entered the room.

Your uniform dress looked so nice despite looking the exact same as every other girl’s’. You walked slowly and had a resting smile on your face, yet you still avoided eye contact… were you nervous? I’m not surprised, I’ve never seen you before so I’ll assume that you’re a new student.

You paused for a moment, examining the class before you chose a desk to sit at. And where will that be?

Will you sit in the front back of the class? Or on the wall by the window? Maybe even—

“-Is anyone sitting here?” You asked, gesturing towards the vacant seat right next to me.

You… you want to sit next to me? Why me? Am I really that important to you?

“No. No one’s sitting there,” God, you’re even prettier up close… stop it! I can’t fall for you after only 5 minutes. It’s pathetic, really…

Nonetheless, I wasn’t expecting you to greet me first. well, you technically didn’t greet me, it was more of a question…

Pushing up my glasses, I cleared my throat. I guess I’ll have to introduce myself then… “I’m Akane Aoi.”

“I’m Y/n L/n, nice to meet you Aoi,” you smiled at me… your smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. Ever since her—

-Once our first class had finally started, it was a struggle to pry my eyes away from you. I just… found everything about you so fascinating. From the way you styled your hair, to the way your (s/c) complexion seemed to glow.

Even the way you awkwardly glanced over in my direction enchanted me. Wait, you’re looking at me? Crap, was I staring for too long? Quickly, I diverted my gaze down at my paper.

Why do I feel this way around you, Y/n? This can’t be normal, right? No. It has to be. Then again, there was only one other person I’ve ever felt so strongly about before…

Despite my efforts to avoid staring, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re just so pretty, too fucking pretty…

I failed to notice the soft redness rising to my face until it was a bit too late. Why did I have to get like this whenever I like someone?

No, no, I couldn’t have became obsessed with you already, we’ve only just met. I only find you, Y/n, very, very interesting.

Is it even alright for me to address you as your first name ‘Y/n?’ I’ll just assume so for now, but I’ll make sure to ask you whenever we get close.

The second I got home from school today, I threw myself onto my bed after dropping all of my things on the ground. I’m too exhausted to do anything productive and my mind is too preoccupied with more pressing matters.

I believe it’s pretty normal when someone has a crush, said crush will only to circulate throughout their mind… 24/7. It doesn’t exactly have to be an “obsessive infatuation” as some may call it. But all things do have their limits — so why can’t I stop thinking of you, Y/n…?

I rolled over onto my side and reached for my phone, the least I can do it look for your social media right? I just want to know your hobbies, what shows you like to watch, your home address…

Your account was a bit difficult to find giving that you don’t use your full legal name unlike most people online… You’re an overall average person on the internet, posting mostly about your different interests.

Does this count as a form of stalking? No, it can’t! I’m just… browsing your reposts.

Not only that, but it took me an even shorter amount of time to find your house, believe it or not. Well, it’s mostly because i have your first and last name imprinted in my memory despite only hearing it once.

After a bit of digging, I would have your home address. Seriously, the internet shouldn’t make it this easy to find someone’s address. That’s how people get robbed and even kidnapped…

Comparing the picture from Google to the real thing, I wouldn’t have ever guessed that your home was this big. Yes, I know watching someone from outside their house at 10:47 PM while dressed in all black is… not morally okay. Maybe even a bit illegal in some countries, but I’m doing this all for your sake, Y/n.

I pulled up my hood up over my head in fear of being recognized as I stared into your bedroom window from behind a large tree, I’m glad I’m not wearing those damn glasses or anyone could’ve recognized me.

But dear God, you looked even more elegant out of your uniform and in your pajamas. I instantly tore my lingering eyes away when my gaze began trailing down your thighs.

Wait. Are you in there alone, Y/n? I don’t see any cars parked outside… but there could be cars in the garage, right? Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.

I can’t believe your parents would leave you alone in your house like that for so long. Especially with the curtains wide open this late at night… seriously, haven’t you ever heard of personal privacy?

You never know what kinda creepy wierdos could be watching you sleep or even plotting your murder. Good thing I’m here, Y/n. I’ll always protect you.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

It’s been a few weeks after school has started Y/n, and I’ve kind of gotten used to this routine we have now. I wake up extra early every morning to get dressed and ready for school. I walk over to your home, which isn’t very far from mine, and watch you get dressed and leave the house for school through your window.

This actually helped me learn so many new things about you, you leave your home around 7:30 every day and walk to school. You know, it can be dangerous walking all alone like that, good thing I’m here to watch over and protect you, Y/n.

You do have a few friends, some a bit closer than preferred but I can’t really control who you’re around… for now.

We have most of our classes together which I thank God for, but our first one is my personal favorite. The reason is because you sit right next to me. Sure, you barely speak to me unless you, like, needed to borrow a pencil or something… but at least you acknowledge my presence.

And once you finally settle in your seat, I always pause time. Despite my supernatural power only allowing me to do this for five minutes, it still feels way too short for my liking. I just want to stare into your beautiful eyes and admire your stunning beauty for eternity.

God, why did you of all people have to steal my heart. I’ve always believed that… she would be the only one for me, but that just can’t be. Because if it were, why else would I be head over heels for you, Y/n?

My crush… no, my obsession with you has grown so bad that I can barely think straight when I look at you. Even frozen in time, you still find a way to drive me mad.

With only a few more seconds from the five minutes left on the clock, I looked away from you and sighed combing my fingers through my red hair. I couldn’t possibly be on the brink of insanity after only seeing you for a fucking week.

But no matter how much I criticize myself, I just can’t and won’t stop thinking of you. Of how you smell, how you feel, how you taste… oh, the feeling of your soft lips against mine would be simply euphoric—

“Akane, are you okay?” You asked, nervously laughing a bit. “You seemed a bit out of it a minute ago.”

Coming back my senses, I realized my fingers were delicately touching my lips as if we actually did just kiss.

“Actually Y/n, there’s something really important I need to tell you,” I began, urgency in my eyes as I stare into yours. Is this too soon to tell you how I feel?

Well it must’ve been because as soon as you opened your mouth to form a response, our teacher entered the room.

Great.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

‘Good morning You,’ is what I wish I was saying to you this dreadful day — but no. Sadly, only in my deepest, darkest imaginations can I hold you tightly in my warm embrace without a care in the world.

Call me delusional or whatever, but I can’t help it.

Because I’m so in love with you.

Sure, I haven’t forwardly told you this… well, every time I tried I was either interrupted or I couldn’t find you. I stal-follow you all the time, so why is it so hard to locate you whenever you turn the corner and get lost in a big crowd.

But still, I haven’t given up on you — on us.

Because my brain can’t go five minutes without you running through my head, I have to do something about it. From the second I woke up this morning, so for about 3 hours? I’ve been… innocently looking for your social media on every app that I can think of, but you barely post at all. So seeing your beautiful face was out of the question.

Beginning to grow agonizingly bored, I throw myself out of bed and walk over to my closet. My hands landed on a black hoodie and jeans, that’ll be fine I guess.

Now in the bathroom, I looked up at the mirror and was a bit taken aback at my appearance. Well, mainly the dark circles under my eyes that anyone could notice.

Dammit, have I even slept last night? Or the night before?

Whatever, I can’t change the past. But it’d be nice if I was given that power anyway.

I sent a text to my parents, making up a lame excuse as to why I’m abruptly leaving at… 10 AM!? Damn, I didn’t know that the thought of you, Y/n could keep me up for that long!

It didn’t take much walking for me to end up here, right in front of your house. And even after I (indirectly) told you, Y/n, you still have your curtains wide open. Letting anyone see the inside of your bedroom.

Oh, you look so peaceful laying in your bed… I could only imagine how it would feel laying next to you in the morning. The way your soft skin would ever so slightly brush against mine. The sound of your soft warm breaths escaping your lips—

“Well good morning to you, Aoi!” A voice rang out behind me, making my whole body stiffen. I didn’t realize I had been staring into your bedroom window for a few minutes until now. Fuck.

“Sh- Shit! You scared me, Minamoto!” I looked up at the taller blonde in frustration. “What’re you doing here anyway!?”

“Well I was just going on a walk but suddenly ran into you. But wow, Aoi, I never took you for the creeepy stalker type… Actually, I did.” He laughs a bit to himself, that same damn smile plastered onto his stupid face.

“Ha, ha, very funny Mr. President,” I scoffed, “Don’t you have a supernatural to exorcise or something?”

“Well, no actually.” He put a finger on his chin and looked over towards your house, “But I do have a question for you: Whatever happened to you and Akane? I thought you lover her unconditionally, hm, Aoi?”

“I…” My eyes narrowed at him. Did he seriously have to bring her up here and now? “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” He sighed, “Just — forget I said anything.”

He turned on his heel and proceeded to walk away from me, “Enjoy whatever it is you’re doing, Aoi.”

I rolled my eyes at him, what was he even doing here? I don’t know, and, quite frankly, I don’t really don’t give a fuck either. Looking up at your bedroom window once more, you were… gone?

“The hell…?” I muttered under my breath, my hands reaching up to pull my hood over my head. Did you notice me watching and decided to move? No, there’s no way could’ve seen me…

“Dammit, did I really loose you?” I panicked, despite it not even being that serious.

Just calm down, maybe I can find you—

“Oh, hi Aoi! I didn’t expect to see you around here!”

Slowly, I turned around and pulled the hood off my disheveled hair; I could really take better care of myself before leaving the house.

But when did you…? You know what, I don’t even care.

You laughed a bit at my close to mortified expression. Oh, your smile is so beautiful…

“You uh- yeah! I just ran into Minamoto so I guess everyone from school’s here or something!” I responded as calmly as possible, obviously failing in the process.

You went silent for a bit and narrowed your eyes at me, “There’s something off about you… where are your glasses?”

You pointed to my eyes and I only blinked at you. How the hell did I forget my glasses!? No. I didn’t forget them. I didn’t bring them on purpose because I didnt think I’d need them so… shit, shit, I need to make up an excuse..!!

“I… forgot them. The glasses, that is,” I lied. I had to lie, Y/n, because your were asking too many damn questions. But that’s okay… for now.

“That’s a shame… but do I like you a bit more without them on anyway,” I’m glad that’s we’ve became close enough friends whereas you can trust me even after I blatantly lied to your face.

Wait did you just compliment me?

“I don’t have anything important to do today, so do you want to go to the movies with me? If you’re not busy, of course.”

And are you asking me out? I have to be dreaming.

A big, stupid smile illuminated my sleep-deprived face as I eagerly agreed, “Yeah of course! What Time do you want to go?”

“Why not now? If you don’t mind…”

I wasn’t expecting that… do you really like me that much, Y/n?

“O- of course! I don’t mind at all!!” God, i probably sound so desperate right now, but who wouldn’t when you’re literally asking me out, Y/n!?

As we were walking to the theater that was too damn far away, I read aloud the movies showing around this time today. When I got to the last on on the list, you stopped me.

“If you can read that well without your glasses, I don’t see why you need them,” you giggled. It’s so cute how oblivious about me you are.

Yet, it’s understandable. I can’t tell you that I gained the power to pause time and see supernaturals from school mystery number one but use my glasses to block them from my view. But that’d take way too long to explain, you know?

Oh shit, don’t I need to make up an excuse for that too?

“So which movie were you thinking of seeing, Y/n?” I’ll just act like I didn’t hear you.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

It was late afternoon when the movie was over, I asked if I could walk you home and of course you accepted the offer. My home is on the way anyway… well, if I were to go the shorter way.

We stopped at your front porch and you turned to me, “Thank you for going to the movies with me, Aoi! I knew it was sudden?”

Why are you so worried about that Y/n? I would literally do anything for you.

“Oh you’re welcome, really I should be thanking you.” I smiled, my hands fidgeting nervously in my pockets. Why the hell am I so nervous? Get you shit together Akane. This my perfect, only chance I get to tell you how I really feel!

“Y/n, I love—“

“—Hey, Y/n!!”

You turned around, your face lighting up at the sight of this random guy. I’ve never seen him be- wait I have. He’s some kid who went to your old school. He follows your account actually… and it pisses me off.

“Y/n you know him?” I forced out my mouth. But what I really wanted to ask was, “Y/n, who the fuck is this loser?”

“Yes, he went to my middle school!” You exclaimed, a bit too happy to see him.

His name is Ryota, a boringly average student with average grades, looks, and personality… he posts a bit more than you and seems a bit more on the extroverted side. Despite his average-ness, he has a blatantly obvious crush on you, but I think you would’ve caught on by now.

But who cares about him. I want to know what is and was he to you, Y/n? A close friend? A past crush? I have to know.

Wait a second, I just remembered he made a post about Kamome, does he go the—!?

“Aoi? You there?” You giggled, waving your hand in my face. I must’ve zoned out… again. “Akane Aoi, this is Ryota! My best friend from middle school!”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen you around campus! Nice to finally meet you Mr. Vice President!”

So he does go to Kamome. Great.

I already hate this guy.

“You too, Ryota,” I plastered a fake smile onto my face then turned to you. “I’m going home now, don’t want to worry my parents! Bye, Y/n!” I turn and walk away.

When walking back to my home, I suddenly find myself eavesdropping on you and Ryota’s conversation. Completely by mistake! You both just speak very loudly…

“Why were you on a date with… him?” Ryota huffs. I knew he was a little shit!

“It wasn’t… really a date. We just went out…” You avoided eye contact with him. Were you embarrassed? For what?

“On a date.”

“Why do you even care? I thought you were over me!”

“I am! But Akane Aoi isn’t… he isn’t right in the head, okay.”

“What are you talking about, Ryota! You said the same thing abou—“

“-but I’m serious this time! He gets really, uh, really obsessive okay? There’s a rumor he’s killed someone over a girl he liked before.”

“that’s just a rumor it can’t be proven.”

“Whatever. Believe what you want. I’m going home,” and he walked away.

Why would he say something so… untrue about me! I’m perfectly fucking sane. And why would he feel those.. those lies to you, Y/n? I can’t let him try to brainwash you or anyone else at school with that stuff.

Y/n, you really need better friends.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

I spent my Sunday doing absolutely nothing. Not even stalking you interested me today. All I could think of what’s that stupid piece of crap Ryota. Why the hell is he even named that, I bet he can’t even animate.

At school the next day, I did what I usually do all day. Most of which is either me staring at you or thinking of you.

But that stupid Ryota has plagued my mind, and they weren’t the lovesick thoughts like I have with you. No, I cant go three fucking minutes without imagining myself bashing his skull in with my bat.

God, why can’t he just disappear!?

When school was finally over, I headed straight to my locker, the shoe locker, then the exit doors. I may haven’t mentioned this to you yet because the author forgot to write this earlier, but I sent an anonymous message to Ryota asking him to meet me behind the school.

Only an idiot could fall for something like that, but it guess it worked because he’s literally walking right towards me as we speak.

“Oh… it’s you. What do you want, Aoi?” Ryota sneered. Man, I really hate this guy.

“Oh, I just need to show you something really important…” I muttered through gritted teeth as I took my heavy backpack off and shuffled through the contents.

Why do I still have this thing in here?

“Oh, I found it!” I stood up in front of him with my hands behind my back.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “took you long eno—“

In the heat of the moment, I had swung what my hands had a firm grip on directly into his skull. I’m so glad I had kept this spiked baseball bat.

When the warm liquid splattered onto my face and his body had collapsed at my feet, I could only react with two words: “Oh shit.”

I hope it’s not obvious that I got lazier w/ my writing as the story progressed. I just realyyy wanted to post this soon lol :P

If this gets popular, I might make a part two!! :D

[newkatzkafe2023]

I have one! Do you know those delicious Monkey King pieces of yours? May I please ask for a bit of simultaneous comfort for the reader & the SWKs. Bandage them up, maybe the reader found time to gather them fruit? Both are protective af (yandere-esc) of each other. Genders are the dealer's choice. Thank you so much!

🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️

Yandere x Yandere🥰😍😈🔪

(Lmk Wukong) You have catered to him for years. He is a the apple of your eye and vice versa He Was so in love and so attached to you that he couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't lose you So he made you immortal so he can have you forever. Not that you Mind he was the cutest monkey you ever met. You told him that you will take care of him. Such a good care of him your both are each other's world and your gonna love each other forever and ever 💛🐒.

(MKR Wukong) Oh you to are a very dangerous combination married couple. His Possessive nature and you're the jealous type You guys are the very definition of Yandere Couple. He made you immortal many years ago but you loved him so much so it was never a problem. You always share everything together from fruit. People were deeply concerned about your marriage it was cute how much in love you guys are but your both very obsessed. You once murdered a female demon out of Jealously and her was chirping and purring sweetly towards you. Your both extremely lethal but you also wouldn't have it any other way🔥🐒.

(NR Wukong) You guys are both so unpredictable it is insane and nerve racking. You share everything together from fruit to Alcoholic drinks and go on rides together and people see you everywhere together. There is never one without the other Li and Su Eventually became very concerned when they keep finding you together. The activity you always loved to do together the most was dancing to together where you would hold each other close like If you dare to let go you would loss each other forever. Rip to those who would dare separate you too🐒😈

(HIB Wukong) He is so Hot. People hated him for his looks but not you. He was not only very handsome but protective, caring, and more or Least grumpy. The biggest thing you loved about him is how well he takes care of children which checked all the boxes in you head. So you made your moves chirping and purring at him with hearts in your eyes and he look like a god-forsaken cherry but the end of it. He couldn't take it anymore and had to have you immediately so the next day Pigsy jaw dropped and the kids confused as to find a celestial monkey woman sitting in their dad's lap as Wukong introduced you as his mate and their brand new mother 👩🐒.

(Netflix Wukong) What a cute little monkey boy🥺. You can't get enough of him and vice versa. One day after watching him save the village you approached him a let out a cute flirty little chirp at him and he was on you like white on rice. Lin had found him being fed fruit by you occasionally your licking fingers you blushed but did nothing to stop him. Every time the village was in trouble he would make quick work of the demons and run right back to you. You have killed a couple of demons before for trying to hurt your sweet baby monkey and he was more in love then ever 🥰🐒.

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[snnowwpheenix]

Jujutsu Kaisen men would react to trying their wife’s pregnancy cravings—salsa on everything from chips to ice cream, soup, yogurt, and sweets

🍬 Gojo Satoru

Grinning with excitement, totally game for the challenge.

“Salsa on ice cream? Bold choice, but I’m down.” He takes a big bite and his eyes widen, “Whoa, actually… not bad! Spicy and sweet, I get it now.” Then he tries it on chips and gives a thumbs-up. “You got me hooked already.”

🕯️ Geto Suguru

More reserved but willing to try for his wife.

Takes a cautious spoonful of salsa on soup, “Interesting… the spice adds depth.” Tries salsa on yogurt and wrinkles his nose, “Not for me, but if you like it, that’s what matters.��� Respectful and supportive, even if skeptical.

💀 Sukuna (in Yuji’s body)

Smirks and teases at first,

“Salsa on sweets? You’re messing with me, right?” Takes a daring bite and pauses, “Hmm… surprisingly decent.” Still sarcastic but secretly curious to try more.

💼 Nanami Kento

Deadpan but practical.

Tastes salsa on chips and nods, “Not unpleasant.” On ice cream, he’s visibly less impressed, “This is nonsense.” Shrugs and goes back to plain food, but doesn’t stop his wife from enjoying it.

🔪 Toji Fushiguro

Gruff, doesn’t understand the hype,

“Salsa on yogurt? That’s just wrong.” But after trying salsa in soup, he admits, “Alright, that’s actually pretty good.” Grumbles but eats it all to support her cravings.

🐺 Megumi Fushiguro

Quiet and thoughtful, tries everything carefully.

Salsa on chips? “Okay, that’s good.” On ice cream? “Strange, but I’ll try it.” On sweets? “I don’t know about this one…” Still, he smiles when his wife enjoys it, happy to try even the weird combos.

💉 Choso Kamo

Warm and encouraging.

Tries each salsa combo with genuine interest, “Spicy and sweet together, a beautiful balance.” He enjoys the adventure, happy to share in the experience.

🍓 Itadori Yuji

Excited and enthusiastic.

“Salsa on ice cream?! I gotta try that!” Takes a huge bite and laughs, “Okay, weird but kinda awesome!” Tries every combo, making funny faces but eating it all to make his wife smile.

[lestappenforever]

DROP THE TEXT EXCHANGE FIC 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

I would like to preface this by saying that threats are not a good incentive to get me to write anything, anon. But, you're in luck this time because I was already feeling inspired as hell.

The text exhange in question.

Dedicated to @f1writingbyme, for once again being my muse, allowing me to scream ideas at her, and helping me decide on the very important details along the way.

AO3 link.

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There's a hand on his shoulder during his post-qualifying interview in the media pen; a firm squeeze followed by equally firm pats, and Charles knows who it is before he even lays eyes on Max. After all, he could recognize that touch anywhere, at any time.

His face lights up with pure glee at the sight of the Dutchman, the way it always does.

Green eyes meet blue, and despite Max's own disappointing qualifying landing him in a measly P6, the Red Bull driver looks at Charles with nothing but genuine joy and pride. Because in spite of his own struggles, Max is irrevocably, endlessly happy for Charles.

Max knows how much this means to him — has been there for every single disappointing weekend the Monégasque has experienced in his home race over the past few years. He's seen the heartbreak in his eyes, listened to him raging about the mistakes made there in the past; both by Charles himself and by his team. As with practically everything else in his career, Max has been right there with him. And for that reason, Charles is absolutely certain that even if Max had ended up having to start tomorrow's race from P20, the Dutchman still would have found it in himself to be as happy for Charles as he would have been for himself had Max been the one to secure pole.

They clasp hands like they have done hundreds, if not thousands, of times before. Max's grip is tight, but Charles' is even tighter, as he is overcome with a realization that has hit him so many times before over the years:

He doesn't want to let go. And he can tell by the way Max squeezes his hand one more time that the feeling is mutual.

Charles sees his own emotions, his own desires, reflected in those beautiful blue eyes — can feel the electricity simmering between them, just beneath the surface, the way it has done for so many years. Always there, close enough for them both to reach out and grasp and yet, just out of reach. It's a line neither of them have dared to cross, both highly aware of the fact that if — when — they do, there will be no going back.

The unasked question that has always been there, but never spoken aloud, lies heavy between them.

'Are you feeling this, too?'

'No,' the other would always answer, just as silently as the question itself. Even if it's a lie. Even if it has always been a lie; one they've both told themselves and each other as a way to ensure they don't step over that line.

But, in that moment, Charles is sure he would never even want to go back. Sure that if there is one thing he wants almost as much as winning his home race tomorrow, it's crossing that line with Max. To give into that oh-so-powerful pull between them they've both been trying and failing to ignore for God knows how long.

They maintain eye contact only for a mere few seconds, but it's enough for Charles to see that flash in Max's eyes.

He wants to cross that line, too. It's about time. It's long overdue.

Max lets go of his hand and walks away, and Charles looks down at the ground briefly, trying to will his cheeks not to flush with the intensity of such a brief exchange in front of the camera, before returning his focus to the interviewer.

His mind, however, never lets go of Max.

If Charles hadn't already felt like he was flying, he sure as hell is now.

***

His phone vibrates in his pocket a little while later, and Charles feels his heart picking up the pace as he reads Max's name on the display.

'Congratulations on pole! Well deserved!'

His heart flutters.

'Thank you! I'm so happy 😊'

He sends a second text immediately after.

'It's a shame you're not up there with me, though'

Max doesn't leave him waiting long for a response.

'Still 78 laps to go, mate. You think I won't do everything to get into the top 3 tomorrow?'

Charles glances around, making sure nobody is paying attention to him as he tries and fails to bite back a smile as excitement starts coursing through him.

'You really think you can overtake two Mercedes, at least one McLaren and a Ferrari?'

It's a stupid question, Charles knows, because if anyone can do it in Monaco, it's Max fucking Emilian Verstappen. But he can't resist the jab; can't resist the urge to try to get under Max's skin, just a little. Just like he hasn't been able to resist since he and Max first met back in karting when when they were literal children.

The bubble with the three dots appears briefly before disappearing and reappearing a few seconds later. Then:

'To get to share a podium with you in your home race?'

'I could overtake Michael, Seb and Ayrton if I had to.'

The smile turns into a full-blown grin, and Charles feels giddy as he reads the two messages over and over again. The anticipation thrumming within him, bubbling just underneath the surface of his skin, is so overwhelming he needs three attempts to send his next message that consists of a single word:

'Yeah?'

Then, with more confidence:

'Prove it.'

Max's response is immediate.

'Oh, I will.'

As he pockets his phone, his heart beating wildly in his chest and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, he knows Max isn't just talking about the race.

He hadn't thought he could feel even more excited about tomorrow than he already did, but as he has done so many times with so many things in the past, Max proves him wrong.

***

On Sunday, Charles is preparing to leave his driver's room and make his way to the garage to get ready for the race. But as he opens the door, he's met with the familiar face of Max Verstappen.

"Max, what are you—,"

The Dutchman places a hand on Charles' chest and firmly pushes him back into the room, following him inside and closing the door behind him with his foot in one swift movement. Charles barely has time to process what's happening before Max has grabbed a hold of his shoulder, turned him around and pushed him up against the wall by the door.

Charles has effectively lost his ability to speak as he watches Max lean in until their lips are mere inches apart.

"I needed to see you alone, before the race," he says, voice barely above a whisper. Max's hands drop from his shoulders, instead sliding down his chest, his stomach, coming to a halt on his waist. "To wish you luck."

Charles swallows past the lump in his throat. "You think I need it?" he asks, trying to sound calm and collected, but his voice betrays him almost as much as his dilated pupils do.

"No," Max says immediately, allowing his lips to brush featherlight against Charles'. It's not a kiss, and even if Charles so desperately wants it to be, he doesn't cross that line.

Not yet.

"But I wanted to do it anyway," the Dutchman adds, moving one hand from Charles' waist and raising it to cup Charles' jaw instead, letting his thumb drag gently over the Monégasque's bottom lip.

It sends a full-body shiver through him; one Max notices if the way the small smirk on his lips is anything to go by.

"Good luck, Charles," Max whispers, thumb still on Charles' bottom lip as he leans in closer, closer, until his lips are touching the back of his own thumb, the digit being the only thing separating them.

Charles' heart is beating so hard that he's sure Max must be able to feel his pulse against his thumb. The Dutchman's other hand tightens on Charles' waist, his pupils practically making the blue of his iris disappear altogether.

The thumb moves and Charles thinks that Max will finally — fucking finally, after far too many years — kiss him.

Only for Max to lean his head to the side and instead presses a gentle kiss to Charles' cheekbone; a careful brush of lips against soft skin.

"I'll see you on the podium," he breathes against the skin of Charles' cheek, before pulling away completely and turning to put his hand on the door handle. He pauses before opening the door, looking at Charles with an expression the Monégasque doesn't think he's ever seen before.

"Hey, Charles?"

The Monégasque blinks at him.

"Are you feeling this, too?" Max asks him then, voicing the question that has only been asked through looks up until that point.

And Charles, knowing there is only one correct answer — knows there is only one answer that conveys the truth — sticks with the lie.

For now.

"No."

Max smiles at him, a soft and private thing. Charles' own expression morphs into one of adoration and longing. He returns the smile.

"Me neither."

And with that, Max opens the door and walks out of Charles' driver's room, as if he hasn't just turned both their worlds upside down.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.8

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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After four months of texting, you’d decided Nat was officially your new best friend of all time. You wondered if she’d ever be open to the option of meeting up but considering her initial hesitancy to even text you in the first place you figured that option was faaar off of the table…at least for now anyway.

You’d grown used to texting her at least once a day, and spamming her on days she’d go silent.

 You didn’t know what she did for work but you understood a lot of jobs didn’t allow you to be on your phones, although she sometimes wouldn’t even respond during the night and it made you wonder if she worked some kind of occasional night job. It only helped solidify your theory that Nat was an FBI agent- or maybe a super spy. 

It would give you exponential bragging rights if you got to say your best friend was a super spy- although she’d probably have to assassinate you for spilling her secret and that would not bode well for you considering you had plans to travel the world before you died. 

Still- you had to admit the two of you were getting closer, and your conversations had become a wide range of you spilling your nonsensical thoughts and Nat growing increasingly more concerned for your mental health. 

       Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

Do you think because humans are full of water the same as cucumbers that we also have the potential to become pickled?

Nat🔪:

Your brain terrifies me

Y/n🍦:

When I die I don’t want to be cremated

I want to be pickled

Nat🔪:

Wow.

That’s…concerning

How have you survived this long?

You’d screenshotted the conversation and posted it on your story, to which your mother replied with apid curiosity about who you’d been texting. After explaining to your mother about your new budding friendship (leaving out the part where Nat was a complete and total stranger -your mother would freak) she expressed how excited she was for you to finally be reaching out and finding new friends. 

She also expressed her relief that there was someone else in the world willing to put up with your otherworldly intrusive thoughts. So Nat was now mother-approved, you outwardly fist pumped the air in the middle of your kitchen, 'best friend status' has been upgraded

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        Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦: 

Natalee

I have a theory

Nat🔪:

If it’s about my name I’m

just going to debunk it right now

Y/n🍦: 

What if the shit-tauri from the

Battle of shitstorm didn’t die

and they actually turned into the freakishly large

rats that live on the NYC subways?

Nat🔪:

Solid theory.

Any proof?

Y/n🍦:

Oh, lots.

But ya gotta earn it

Nat🔪:

…how so?

Y/n🍦: 

Truth or dare…

Nat🔪:

No.

Y/n🍦:

To THE DEATH

Nat🔪:

I’m in.

Y/n🍦:

I’m just joking.

I knew you would enjoy that part

My cynical little raincloud friend

Nat🔪:

Oh I'm yours now am I?

Y/n🍦:

The thing is- I am also almost

Certain you are a result of my delusional &

Lonely mind- thus you are My delusional imaginary friend

Since no one else can experience MY delusions :)

Nat🔪:

I’m very real Y/n.

Y/n🍦:

I believe you delusional Nat

Nat🔪:

That implies you are calling ME delusion.

Y/n🍦: 

maybe you are

Maybe I’M not even real!

Nat🔪:

How much have you had to drink?

Y/n🍦:

Nothing, why?

Nat🔪:

….

Seek professional help

Y/n🍦:

You should meet my therapist I think

you’d share the same sentiments.

Nat🔪:

Your therapist wants you

to seek professional help?

Y/n🍦:

My therapist needs a therapist because of me.

Anyways- do you want to earn the rat 

theory proof or are you too soft for it

Nat🔪:

I don’t think anyone has ever called me

“Soft” before

Y/n🍦:

Pfft

Okay “The Rock”

Truth or dare?

Nat🔪:

…

dare

You took a second to think of a dare, getting up from the couch to make yourself a cup of your favorite tea. As you stirred the honey into the steaming liquid you thought of what you could suggest given you knew nothing about her environment. Finally, an idea came into your head and you snickered as you quickly typed out the message. 

Y/n🍦:

I dare you to wear colors

Her response was immediate, a reaction you’d begun to get used to when texting Nat, it was a far cry from the hesitant hour-apart replies she used to give you. 

Nat🔪:

What is with you and judging my 

Choice of attire?

Y/n🍦:

The human eye can see 10 million colors

And you choose to wear black every day.

It’s absolutely outrageous.

I will not stand for it.

Nat🔪:

Jokes on you.

*image attached*

Much to your surprise the image Nat sent consisted of her viewpoint- the camera angled downwards- to show off the dark red t-shirt that Nat was pulling out to display to you to prove that she was in fact wearing color today.

The rest of the image only consisted of her black jeans, black sneakers, and a very boring glossy black flooring- unfortunately for you, it wasn’t shiny enough to give off any reflection of your online friend's face. 

However, this was the first time Nat had sent you a photo of herself- and you felt honored that she’d grown comfortable enough to show you a glimpse of her skin along with her outfit.

You beamed at the photo even after staring at it for 5 minutes- the fact that she was sharing this part of herself and also wearing color did things to your stomach. 

And maybe you made a little mental note in your head that she was wearing the color you said suited her best but you weren’t going to dive into that right now. 

You got up and did a little pace around your small living room, biting your thumbnail and wondering if you should comment on it before deciding you’d be more likely to get more photos the less you pointed them out.

Eventually, you sat back down on your couch, tucked your feet under you, and tried to formulate a response that didn't show how much you were internally freaking out. 

Y/n🍦:

God is real.

Nat🔪:

Ha ha.

Y/n🍦:

Wow It’s not even my birthday 

But this is a gift.

Truly.

Nat🔪:

You’re overdoing it.

Y/n🍦:

I’m actually crying.

Nat🔪:

Finally some good news.

Y/n🍦:

Hey!

Fuck you darth vader

Nat🔪:

these attempts at guessing

My name are getting worse

Y/n🍦:

I’m beginning to think

You frustrate me

on purpose sometimes

Nat🔪:

Everything I do is on purpose.

Y/n🍦:

I wasn’t.

You blushed at the accidental insinuation that Nat had ‘done’ you and quickly changed the subject.

Y/n🍦:

Your turn smartass

Nat🔪: 

Truth or dare Y/n?

After a few rounds of the two of you going back and forth daring each other to do ridiculous shit that may or may not have led to you chugging two full gulps of hot sauce (before and after evidence was provided) and you daring Nat to flirt with a random person in her contacts (Sorry to whoever ‘very old ice cube’ was in her phone, they seemed very flustered from the screenshots you received, another thing you were excited about but didn’t comment on). After all those dares you finally received the first truth proposition of the evening

Y/n🍦:

Truth or dare?

Nat🔪:

I think I’ve had enough of your

Unhinged dares.

Truth.

Y/n🍦:

You loved them-

Okay um…

Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.

Nat didn’t respond for a while, whether she was thinking or busy you weren’t sure, you just watched as the typing bubble popped up and disappeared over and over again. You bit your thumbnail in anticipation. You thought it was an innocent enough question but the longer it took her to respond the more it felt like maybe such a simple question was more loaded than you’d anticipated

Maybe you should backtrack and ask another question… 

Just as you were about to call off your previous message Nat’s response came through. It was shorter than you’d been expecting it to be after she’d taken so long.

Nat🔪:

I used to do Ballet… and there was a time when I guess I didn’t hate doing it even though I was forced to.

With a confession like that you have a feeling there’s more to it- most people were forced to do some kind of extracurricular in their youth, plenty of your coworkers were former band kids. You knew that a lot of the time though, those activities could lead to a lot of trauma, some underlying family trauma, some mommy issues, or ruined confidence but you don’t ask. It feels like she’s shared something deeply personal although it might not sound like it to most people. 

And you’ll take anything new you can learn about her. 

The more you learn about her the more you’re fascinated by her. Even the little crumbs of info she gives you- a film she watched the other night, her waffle topping preferences. You think if it were any other person you probably wouldn’t care that much. 

But it’s Nat. 

So you make a notes tab and you start keeping track of the little things she tells you about herself. 

Because it’s Nat. 

And fuck if that wasn’t the most obvious shit in the world. 

You quickly shook your head and picked up your tea to take a sip, you weren’t going to let yourself think like that about someone you’ve never even met- and might never meet- you reminded yourself. You made a quiet noise of contemplation and shifted slightly on the couch before settling on a humorous response you hoped she understood as you acknowledging her loaded admission.

Y/n🍦:

Shit man, I used to do piano lessons

Nat sent back an unimpressed emoji and you barked out a laugh, having successfully eased whatever tension hung in the air- at least on your side. 

Nat was a mystery that was slowly coming unraveled, a puzzle that revealed its pieces little by little. The more you learned about her the more you liked her.

You just wished you could really see her.

Pt.9

A/n: Y/n's personality is based on my shower thoughts~Starry

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One Last Time🔪

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Note: Listen, I was going to write a whole courtroom scene just so you guys can see the arguments for each side, but it was getting long and repetitive (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) so I’ve decided to relegate this chapter to the before and aftermath of the court hearing. I’ll most likely write some type of bonus chapter where you can read what happens inside of the courtroom.

Friday has come. I am ready to see this bastard for the last time. Seeing him again makes me want to ditch the court hearing, but I have to go. My darling will be there, and I can't let him face this alone. I'll make sure that bastard goes to prison.

I look into my mirror, and I try to imagine how I want to portray myself today. I've learned over time that looking into a mirror helps me create a type of persona. It's odd, but it worked when I was with the delinquents. I was able to blend in because I took a hard look at myself in the mirror and changed aspects of myself. This time, I approach the mirror, hoping I can be a little bit emotional today.

While in front of the mirror, I try to think of students who possess a shy and gentle demeanor. It's the same thought process I had when becoming a delinquent. I mimicked what the delinquents did and applied it to myself, but this time, I'm doing it with the thought of looking and becoming more emotional.

While I think of this, I get reminded of two students. Their faces flash in my mind. I don't remember their names, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. One is a male student with pink, long hair. It gives him a feminine look, but his uniform tells you otherwise. He usually comes late, and he is by himself on most days. Then I get reminded of a girl. She's our newest student, and Mesume's group immediately saw her as a target for their bullying. Before this, they would bully members of the Gaming Club, but now all their pent-up hate is dropped on this girl. She hides herself behind her long black hair and walks the hall with a timid presence that makes her invisible.

I feel like I'm going to over exaggerate, but I can feel myself slowly changing. I start to feel a sense of calm, one that I haven't felt before. Was this how true peace of mind felt? Then my mind was brought back to the question that I had a lot when I was younger, but buried when I got older.

Why can't I feel this way?

Why do I have to force myself to feel this sense of peace? Why can't I be gentle and emotional on my own? Why do I need a mirror to help me do it?

I can feel this new persona taking shape because I can feel an ache around the area of my eyes. Is this how it feels to be on the edge of crying? I thought that saying was always figurative? How can you be on the edge of crying? But I can feel it. I blink, and I look at myself in the mirror. I see a tear roll down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it off. I recompose myself. As I am about to walk off, I hear a sound coming from my bedroom.

I go inside, and I see the silver flip phone vibrating. The outer screen presents a notification. I know who it is.

Good luck in court today. If you are able to put that man in jail, then you'll have fewer problems to deal with in the future.

Right. Rana could make or break me. I start to think about it more, and I think about how the Saikou family will still try to paint me as a villain in a story where I am a hero. I won't let that family get the best of me.

I look at my clock, and I see that it's time for me to leave. I told my darling that we can meet each other at the subway station.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"Hi, Ayato," my darling greets me. I can see that he has been crying. I can see the dried tear streaks on his cheeks and the glossy look in his eyes. I might not cry a lot, but I can still see the look on other people's faces, especially my darling.

"You've been crying, haven't you?" I ask the daring question. He might not like the fact that I pointed it out, but I see this as an opportunity to not only make him feel better but also to take care of him. I imagine him taking care of me, but I like the thought of him depending on me for safety.

I can feel myself slowly wanting to hug him. My new emotional side is taking over.

"You can tell?" He questions as he wipes away a few new tears that start to slide down the side of his nose. "I'm nervous. I have to see him again... and there is a chance that he might get out."

"I know. When they call you up to the stand, do your best to recall everything. But you're a journalist, so I know you won't have a problem with that," I do my best to flatter him. I need to praise him. That could make him feel better.

"I've been falling behind in that regard. Have you been going to your club?" He asks me, and I can only stare at him. I completely forgot about Aso and even my job. These days have been passing by so quickly that I forgot about my other responsibilities. Of course, the Sports Club and my job are only temporary, and my darling is forever. But I need to get back on track. Especially with a future court trial looming over my head.

"I've been slacking too. I need to pick up the pace," I answer him. I start to notice that more people are appearing near the platform and the distant sound of the subway coming closer.

"I guess we both have our own things to take care of, huh?" My darling laughs at our similar situations. I smile at him, and it seems to catch him off guard. His laughter stops, and his eyes widen. Have I never smiled like this before?

The subway pulls right into the station, making our hair sway from the sudden force of the wind. The doors open up, and passengers start to walk around us to get in and out of the train.

"Let's go."

"Yeah."

I let him board the subway first before I follow. The subway is filled with people, like usual. People quickly take up the free seats that were left by departing passengers, and others come too late and have to stand up. We are lucky enough to be able to get seats by the doors.

Given the cramped space of the cart, we don't have much space between each other. Our knees end up touching and our shoulders, too. My darling elects a small 'Sorry' from the feeling of us touching. He has no reason to apologize. This is what I want. Then the doors close, and the subway starts to move forward. The sudden movement makes our bodies slightly rock against each other.

"How many stops do we have before we get off?" My darling asks as he wraps his arms around himself, a sign that he is nervous. His eyes dart around the cart. He looks at the office workers that are sitting next to him, wearing the same suit but different shades of grey. He looks towards the high school girls in front of us, decked out in cute accessories but still following the guidelines of their dress code. Then, finally, he looks over towards the weeping child whose mother is trying her best.

"The courthouse is near. It'll take two stops to get there," I answer him. I study the map, so we know where we are supposed to go. I'm surprised that he didn't do the same.

I look over towards my darling, and I notice that something isn't right. Is he always this quiet? He seems too quiet.

"Is there something on your mind?" I finally ask him, and he lifts himself up. His previous slouched form is now standing straight and tall.

"Yes! Well-actually, not really," the moment he stood tall was also the moment he went back to his original position,"Something happened, and it has me thinking."

"What happened?" I question, wondering what is making him so tired. It could just be the trial, but something could've happened on Wednesday.

"Well, I'm still thinking about... Saikou and his proposal. Today, they should be evaluating their decision," My interest piques tenfold at the mention of Saikou.

"You shouldn't worry too much. I'm sure they'll see your hard work and let you join," Ever since my darling told me about what Saikou is planning, I keep persuading him into taking the offer if it becomes official. I know that Saikou having my darling in his back pocket could go against me, but I know my darling won't turn against me.

He can't.

If my darling is on good terms with Saikou, then he can change his mind on prosecuting me. But that is rather unlikely to happen. Saikou most likely won't be swayed by my darling. If he has come this far, then he won't back down so easily. I bite my lip. Something that is unusual to me, but it shows me that I am integrating well with this new persona.

"Somethings bothering you, Ayato?" My darling asks as he looks over to me, noticing my new action.

"No, I'm just thinking," I have to go home soon after the trial. I have an idea, and that includes research. I need to plan out what to do for my own trial. Kencho mentioned something about my mother. Maybe her past is the key to my future.

The train suddenly stops. Stop one is done, and we have to wait for another one.

The closer we get to the courthouse, the more I can feel myself start to get angry, but this isn’t the usual anger that I experience. I'm not filled with irrational rage. This feels more controlled, like I'm limited with it. Is this how everyone else feels anger?

Mido Rana.

Putting him behind bars will cause me to have further charges pressed against me, but I would rather him be put behind bars. Kencho made a good point about how a judge could dismiss the case, and nothing can come from it. But they have money, and that opens up many doors.

Then I think about what if Rana is let go?

What will I do to him?

He can't just walk off with no punishment. He has to have a punishment, and I don't care if I have to be the person to give it to him. I'll make him suffer... just like how I made Kina suffer weeks ago. It's the only way those two deserve to go.

I can feel my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand, and I can also feel the deep mark they leave. Without knowing it, I was shaking, and my darling noticed. He places his own hand over my hand and holds it tight in his. "Ayato, let's get this over with, and let's go home together, yeah?" He does his best to consult me and make me feel better. I can't help but melt due to his words and touch. I can't stop my vision from developing a light pink hue, and all I can focus on is him.

Him.

I'm doing it all for him.

My darling is all I care about.

We both hear the sound of the doors opening, and he lets go of my hand before I can hold it in my own. The hue of pink evaporates, and everything goes back to its original color, and my focus leaves him.

"Let's go."

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Once we come out of the courthouse, the sun is sitting over the horizon, showing how much time has passed. Even though it was a long trial, it was worth it in the end. I closely hold my darling by my side as he cries against me as his muffled whimpers are drowned out by my clothing. I caress his back softly, hoping that my presence causes him to feel better quickly.

"Ayato..." he calls out to me as he breathes heavily from all the tears he has spilled since the verdict was announced, "He's gone."

"I know..." I answer him as I keep walking, "You don't have to worry about him anymore. It's going to be okay."

He nods at my response and starts to wipe away his tears. He stands up straight and starts to walk without my help. "You're right... I'm just so happy. It feels like a weight has been carried off my shoulders," he tells me, barely above a whisper.

"Let's go back home. You need the rest," I tell him as I make a turn towards the subway station, and I can see his shadow follow closely behind mine until they become one. It's almost like we are one being.

Forever intertwined.

I feel a vibration in my pocket. It's the flip phone. As we both get to the train station, I find the opportunity to take out the phone without my darling questioning the new phone.

"I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be back," I tell him as I go off to the restrooms.

I rush to the bathroom, and I pick the last stall at the end of the row. I quickly open and close the stall, and I lean against the wall. I take out the phone and flip it open. I click on the message, and it opens.

I heard what happened. Good work, but things might be harder for you. I'll try to see what I can do, but it most likely won't be much. Good luck.

He's right. I could have two additional charges put against me, but I'm sure the judge who is presented the case will dismiss it. It's been proven that Rana is guilty, so the charges have no bases. Those two additional cases are a bluff that will go nowhere. I should be safe.

I just need to come up with a plan about my own court case. I'll be in Rana's predicament in a few weeks, but I'm sure my ending will be different than his.

[pokoinsides]

And then I've disappeared for nearly a week.Again.

Actually,the reason why I hadn't posted anything there for this period of time was nothing more,but me trying to work at something more serious than headcanons on all the morons living in the mansion.After this one I'm going to start uploading longer posts about the construction of the universe of Traumatic pasta,+ I'm going to tell you more information about Slenderman in person and Slender brothers.

For now,you have to get satisfaction with headcanons on grumpy-adults-of-the-mansion,since we've already talked about all the pimply-teens-of-the-mansion.

Enjoyyy :D

(‼️WARNING:‼️I headcanon Tim and Brian having DID/OSDD,so I'm going to refer to their alters (Tim - Masky; Brian - Hoodie) as to whole different individuals with their own approach to particular situations.That's all I've wanted to notice - now enjoy the post itself).

(🚬💊,🎭🔪,🎨🩸,🏚️📼)

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1.Tim doesn't love children and any kind of their presence in his surrounding: for him any child,even the calmest one,is too annoying and loud for his nervous system to bear.Wright also doesn't have any understanding how to treat kids,so he can be rude or too strict to them.He has the same attitude towards Sally,just because of Korsakoff's Syndrome the man doesn't remember,that:

• Firstly,she's a fcking ghost;

• Secondly,the girl is a special case,so any harsh treatment can disappoint her.

2.Tim hates sweets.Really.He can't even look at them without vomiting,so,before his life was ruined,he had asked his friends or family members to prepare any other dish instead of a birthday cake (once Alex,during their period of friendship in college,made a birthday tequila,getting a thick candle inside of the bottle and then breaking it into two pieces while it was still there and taking away any opportunity to get it out and drink the liquid,so Brian,who had bought it with the last few dollars he had in the pocket,was close to sticking the whole construction into his butt).

3.Wright is extremely afraid of Slenderman,LJ or any other entities,which "visit" their mansion sometimes.If in Slendy's case he has a serious trauma tied up with this bastard,the other ones just confuse his brain with their existence.It often leads to panic attacks or Tim getting stuck in the places,where he has tried to hide and then forgot,how to get out of there (like the cellar,the loft and even someone's wardrobe).

4.Since Korsakoff's Syndrome has the tendency to keep the patient stuck inside of one period of time without remembering anything other,that happened after or before it,Tim mostly thinks,that he is in the mental hospital during one of his stays after he has got lost from all the radars and before getting out of there to be found again by Jay,so he confuses other pastas with roommates and patients and LJ as something between his another hallucination and a nurse.There are only two things his sliced brain can't explain: why he's allowed to drink in the hospital big amounts of alcohol and why the fuck the refit looks so poorly made.

5.Sometimes Tim feels minutes of admiration towards Slenderman,which are built on the corpse of his previous blurry memories about him.The man feels gratitude because of the fact of him not hurting Wright during his lifetime physically and only abusing him psychologically.He has even shared with Helen one time,that he had a little of affection towards the entity's presence in his life and would be disappointed,if Slenderman stopped tormenting him in his hallucinations.

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1.Masky is the most arrogant piece of shit you can meet in the whole mansion.For some unknown reasons he counts himself as a higher vessel and the one Slenderman trusts the most,so he often behaves the way he knows everything better than anyone else after the faceless fucker: when you dare to make the smallest mistake,this guy will definitely correct you and add his opinion about the intelligence of your gene pool,if you've grown up with such a smooth brain.

2.He likes sweets.All the kinds of it,but actually he doesn't understand,why everybody counts cheesecake as his favourite dessert.It's not like Masky will refuse to try one,but the man also doesn't build any kind of cult around it.

3.Masky perfectly gets along with children: he knows,how to distract and entertain them,so it's never a problem for him to babysit Sally sometimes (even in spite of being too serious about her actions and acting like a grumpy old buffer).

4.Masky doesn't have any addictions unlike his host.Sometimes he can only smoke,if he's too nervous,but the alter always gets really irritated,when,during fronting,finds out,that Tim has smoked or drunk alcohol,because Masky thinks,that he's not the only one,who has to take care of the body's psychical state.

5.Actually,Masky's a pretty old fucker in Wright's system: he has started fronting from his early childhood.If we're getting deeper into the details,he was the first,who appeared,when Wright's trauma tied up with Slenderman's constant watching over him started progressing as the way to cope with his great fear of the entity.During all this years he has been always with his host,just slowly transforming into Masky,who serves Slendy,because he decided,that it was the safest way for them both.

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1.The reason,why Helen is hanging out with such a degraded layer of society,is the rake he has stepped on for a few times during his first done murders of his "killer career",which made him understand,that he should have been more careful with his killing plans and preferably get a patronage somewhere (as you understand,he found it under Slenderman's wing).

The main reason to stay in the mansion for Otis is to have the place to lie low in the case of danger,+ the cellar of his new home has already become his new stage to create the art because of having all the conditions for it.

2.Helen is very intelligent,and not only in the way of creating great plans and perfectly manipulating the living subjects of his interest,but the man's also deep in many topics.It's a paradise on the Earth to talk with him about just anything: music,literature,the problems of society or mythology of different nations.The way he thinks is fascinating,even in spite of the fact,that sometimes,due to his lack of understanding,how the feelings work,the painter's thoughts can seem robotic and empty.

3.Bullying,which happened to Helen at school,also shows the trauma effects of it in his behaviour,even despite being not that easy to notice.

He never tries to build bridges with other pastas,refuses to go to the missions with anyone as a partner and prefers to work alone.To say more,Helen eats not at the dinner table,but only at his work place.The man just feels... uncomfortable in any kind of company.The only way to get him is to talk only eye-to-eye.

4.The only person in the whole mansion Helen can stand is Tim,but it's more a scientifical interest than any type of normal relationship: the painter likes to pretend to be the man's mental hospital roommate,sometimes even his therapist,and test his mind,asking questions and answering the ones Wright gives him.It brings him a lot of pleasure and satisfies his interest.Helen also likes to talk to Masky himself,if he fronts in the mansion,but the alter is too bitchy,so their conversations are less interesting than with the host because of Masky's lack of interest towards them.

5.Helen has many other interests except fine art: for example,he can play a few musical instruments like the piano,the flute and the violin.He also has a great passion for theatre and enjoys watching the plays,the painter sometimes lets himself have in the towns or even states far away from the ones he's wanted in.

(🏚️📼(Brian))

1.The idea of communicating with each other through the little notebook was Brian's:he wanted to keep the thread between him and his alter,so he could create a slight kind of illusion of his control over the situations happening.

He always insists on Hoodie making the notes during his fronting and tries to be an example for him with his own ones about the day going,but the yellow shit uses the notebook only to mock Brian with his notes,like:"Shit","Goin to eat smn's ass",etc.

2.Brian can't bear any kind of pain: he's really sensitive in the way of every small wound and shouts at LJ,when he gets him "patched",because of the clown's medical treatment being too harsh.

When Brian gets the body prepared for the missions,he literally puts on an armour out of pads and masks.Not like he has any control over the body during the tasks,but he's the one,who's going to deal with all the traumas after he gets to the safe spot.

3.By the character,Brian is chill.Sometimes he can get a little bit shy,when new people appear in his life,but at all he's really cool to hang out with.

4.Brian is the only one,who shows interest in helping LJ with the mansion.In spite of his fear towards the soulless monster,he still tries to complete all the given by him orders in the household,understanding,that it will obviously help other pastas,including the ones,who can't take care of themselves.

5.Brian absolutely doesn't have any kind of survival instinct.It's like you can punch him into face,and he won't be able to,at least, prevent it by closing his face with hands,which shows how slow his reactions are.

(🏚️📼(Hoodie))

1.Since Hoodie can't show his concern through the words,he shows it with actions,as he does with Masky,who's the only one he tolerates.

If Masky is injured,Hoodie's the first to help him or to protect from the danger.It's not like there is any strong bond between the partners,but Brian's alter still cares enough about this stupid ass shit to do everything not to lose the only one he feels comfortable with.

2.The methods Hoodie uses to murder his victims are extremely violent and remind more of prolonged torment than a quick killing.He tries to keep his victims alive as long as it possible and even makes his partners terrified with his handling.

3.Hoodie hates the fact,that Brian keeps getting their limbs into knee or elbow pads, preventing the body from any harm during the missions.He gets turned on by the fact of hurting himself: he likes making his skin covered with wounds and getting fingers into the deep ones,sometimes he even jumps from high ledges,hoping to break one of his bones.Because of this type of handling the body,it has two fingers and five teeth missing and literally no nails on the right arm.

4.Seldom,Hoodie fronts in the mansion,and the first factor of it happening right in the moment is Brian's strange observations,which the man starts making out of sudden,standing in the doorway and listening to someone's conversation or even looking out of the least noticeable place, watching other pastas' activities.

Hoodie can't explain his interest to this type of behaviour: he just likes to observe,but he never takes any part in the whole scene of human emotions working.

5.The nickname "Hoodie" hasn't been given to the alter by his host personally or by Hoodie himself,but by other pastas (the tradition started by Clockwork).Just because of this fucker fronting only when Brian's on the mission wearing the only clothes he has and the mask (not something prepared to assign the switch between personalities: as a proxy committing crimes he has to cover his face anyway).

It's also important to notice,that Hoodie doesn't respond to his nickname,like a stupid cat,or,at least,prefers to ignore anyone,who calls him like this,so it has no sense in giving him any name 😭

That's all!:D

[the-writing-mobster]

| TMDG | Ch. 14 - The Sacrificial Lamb | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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Chapter 14 is out! Link is ↑↑ up there! Check it out ~ if you dare ~~~ 🫣

Chapter Excerpt:

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Ibrahim had walked in on her strapping beretta magazines to her belt. Her gun, nestled in her holster. “What are you doing?” he’d asked, his voice laced with alarm. How could she begin to explain herself? To explain what she’d seen. What she had realized. It wouldn’t make sense. Not really. Not to anyone but her. It was by design.

“The next target—” 

“What’s going on, what did you find out?” 

Frisk had paused. Would he try to stop her? Convince her this was madness? Or worse… Would he try to understand? 

“Ibra… I need you now, more than ever to trust me.” 

Ibrahim had stared at her, mouth agape, puppy-eyes wide with shock. As if her words implied he had never trusted her before. “What’s… going on? Frisk—”

“—You were right.”

“Right about what?” 

“He’s playing a game, and if I want to save her, I have to play too. I’m the only one who can. The only one who can understand the clues he left. It’s all here!” She had tossed the old newspaper onto the bed next to a box of bullets. 

“Everything he wants me to know. The time, the date, the plan. He wants to see if I’m savvy enough to pick up on it. If I’m crazy enough to go through with it.” 

Ibrahim rubbed his worried brow as he stared down at the contents of the paper. 

“Are you?”

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Chapter theme:

[dreamgirllz]

Infatuated

Author note: HII yes I know it’s been about a month 🗿 forgive me… this is very tooth rotting 😍

Tanjiro(you work for lady tomoya)

-zenistu(you're a slayer he met on a mission alone)

-inosuke(you're a slayer he met)(And yes he has had character development with the help of tanjiro)

Tanjiro-

After lady tomoya's first place was destroyed she moved safely to another one. Tanjiro would visit sometimes. Before tanjiro even met you he fell in love with your scent. He didn't know he was smelling you but he'd find himself smiling as he thought of a lovely spring day. That's what the fragrance reminded him of.

Your scent lingered around the mansion even though you were working outside bringing lady tomoya things for experiments.

You two finally met when tomoya called you in to meet tanjiro. As soon as you two made eye contact his cheeks went a pretty pink.

"Oh hello l'm taniro and this is my sister nezuko!" He walks to you shyly reaching to shake your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I must be heading back now." You said leaving, lady tomoya starts explaining things to him about his sister.

But he was Infatuated. Yushiro hit tanjiro's head, "how dare you space out as lady tomoya is speaking?! Are you crazy!" Tomoya laughed and told yushiro to calm down, which he did immediately. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what got over me! I'll pay attention more." He said giving his famous sweet smile. "You can always visit tanjiro, she always busy. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind some help. Tomoya clearly knew what was going on. "R-right, I'll see when I have some time off."

Even though tanjiro was a busy slayer he always tried to make time, cramming things in just to spend a few hours talking to you. He's just so good to you, you better return the sweet boys feelings.(or else 🤭🔪)

Zenistu-

We all know any girl that passes zenistu he's head over heels trying to marry her. But after encountering you there was no way he was going to go up to any other girl.

Zenistu was on a mission alone, of course against his will. In his mind he's thinking why they give him a demon this hard! In reality he wasn't really trying. He was too busy just running for his life.

Zenitsu caught your eye as you saw a yellow man running through the woods. In the directions you came from. Then you saw the demon chasing him, you run behind them obviously to save him. The yellow boy runs into the tree, possibly getting a concussion. The demon reaches out to strike him as he screams loudly. You sever the demons head off saving the boy just in time.

"Woah!! Did you see that I almost died! These slayers are going to cause my death before can get close to getting a wife!!!" He screeched through out the woods, you rolled your eyes.

"Aren't you a slayer? Why are you running from a lowly demon like that?" You said reaching into your pocket pulling out bandages. He went dead silent after hearing your angelic voice. You wrap his head up to stop the bleeding on his forehead. "Your so quiet now? Is there something wrong, It doesn't look like you lost a lot of blood just yet." He stared up at your facial features in a Infatuated way. "Are you married?" He asked in a soft tone, you shook your head no. "What makes you say that?!" He shot up from the ground, "THAT GIVES ME A CHANCE!!! PLEASE BE MY WIFE PLEASE!!!!"

He chased you through the woods begging over and over again for you to marry him. (Good luck 🥱)

Inosuke-

Inosuke was on a mission to the mountains to slay a demon who's been giving other passing slayers problems.

He marched up the mountain looking for the demon but instead finding you on the ground shivering really bad. He couldn't tell if you were a man or a girl. The demon came out of nowhere trying to launch a silent attack.

"HAHA! You thought I would fall for that lame slow attack." Of course he did taunt the demon...

He fought the demon for about 5 minutes with out a scratch on his body. * that was way to easy! I want more!" Then he remembered that he found a slayer not to long ago. He went back to the area, and threw you over his shoulders; running down the mountain. The ride was bumpy and definitely very uncomfortable. As soon as he met the forest floor he dropped you on the floor. "Ah! What the." your eyes shot open making eye contact with a pig man on top of you looking down. You thought it was a demon but you realized it wasn't. "Are you a slayer? Where's a your shirt it's freezing out here." He laughed loudly, "the strongest slayer doesn't need a shirt! I'm too cool for one! Don't think I saved you because I care!" It was hard to understand, but you knew he was spewing nonsense. "Don't worry I wasn't planning on saying thank you anyways" you say struggling to get up. "Your welcome! What? I saved your life praise me girl! Banjiro said I have to save people it's a good thing or whatever. Praise me, I'm your god!" You collapse from the cold, "hey this is no place for sleeping wake up! Oh." he finally realizes you were freezing to death.

He took off the fur from around his waist when covered you with it. He then took you in his arms and headed to a near by abandoned house.

You wake up in the house and look around, wondering where you were. "Woah! This is the second best nirichin l've seen. Of course mine is the first best one!" He said examining your blade. You breathe out feeling relieved. "So you actually dragged me here?" You asked looking up at him, "duh! Who else is that amazing!?" "Woah you carried me here all by yourself, you must be the strongest man alive." You joked, but he didn't see it as sarcasm. He doesn't know what sarcasm is.. His heart got tight in his chest.

"You think so. he asked sitting down by you.

"Yes definitely", you lay back down laughing. He just spaced out looking in your direction. He didn't understand he was feeling Infatuated.

Not many people at all have anything nice to say to him other than tanjiro. Even if you were being sarcastic he took it seriously. (Please a sarcastic and passive y/n would be so perfect for inosuke.)

[runawaymun]

I'm playing this with my moots, so you're getting roped it too, babe. You ain't got a choice 🔪

Fuck, marry, kill Baizhu, Zhongli, Ningguang

How dare you do this to me 😭

I guess I’ll fuck Ning bc she’s absolutely not marriage material but I still consider her one of the hottest characters in the game, marry Baizhu because look at him 😭🫶, (try to) kill Zhongli bc the dude is older than Teyvat & came out on top of the bloodiest war in living memory by virtue of systematically obliterating all his competition, and he’s actually a star, possible one of the four shades, and/or the heir to Celestia, or an aspect of one of the shades, so I don’t think it’s possible to kill him. He’s like a roach. So…loophole?