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hatchetno1 · 2 months

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sage forest mental institution.

chapter 1: pilot word count: 2.5k note: yes this is a rewrite. i am sorry. also on AO3. here is the link.

Working in Wing F, evaluation and quarantine, allows for you to observe a whole slew of mental disorders. Some make sense to you, and would as well to the layman. Some simply do not, and the shit-grade doctors at Sage Fores are apparently as stupid as they seem and dropped the fuck to be given between the cracks of drainage.

Three new patients come in, along with a cold gust of wind.

The transport officer, Jeremy, offers you his greetings once again.

“’Sup, lil’ bro?” To him, gender is irrelevant, and so is age. You’re not even sure how much older he is than you, or if he is at all, but you’d gotten used to the term of affection long ago.

“Nothing much, Jeremy. Thanks for bringing them in. Need a snack?” You offer, knowing the man to have an endless pit for a stomach.

“Aw shit, you know I do.” So you toss him a pack of three Oreos. The only thing stronger than the man’s lactose intolerance is apparently his love for the cookies.

Four other officers—they have to be new, you’d never seen any of their faces before—bring the new patients to be evaluated into the building, distributing them into their cells.

One patient with light brown hair and baby blues, still in prisoner’s clothes, speaks up. “May I be placed next to him?” His hands, cuffed, weakly gesture to the bearded man next to him.

And with a sharp wham he’s beaten into the ground. Jeremy, still with Oreos in his mouth, is startled.

Something tugs at your gut.

“Who the fuck gave you the right to touch my patient?” You snap, not recognizing the volume and ferocity of your own voice.

The nameless officer, his face now burned into your mind’s eye, opens his mouth, only to stutter.

Jeremy’s hand shoots out between both of you and places his back to his subordinate. You vaguely register the third patient—the one with a shaggy brown mop of hair—help up the one who spoke.

“I’m sorry. He didn’t mean it,” defends Jeremy half-heartedly. You know this guy well enough to figure out that he’s just defending a newbie on the job.

“Not your fault, Jeremy,” you mutter. “But keep him on a leash or something. I don’t care if he beats other prisoners or something, but,” you step closer to look the new officer in the eye, his own orbs glazed over with a hint of fear and remorse, “remember that my job is hard enough as it is. I now have to treat a wound and whatever trauma that person suffered from you.”

The new officer gulps. “S-sorry.”

“Hm.” You keep your response curt so as to avoid any words that might let him think what he did was marginally okay.

You turn back to get a good look at your poor patient. “Sorry about that. What’s your name?” You always preferred asking your patients directly instead of referring to a document serving only to persecute them.

“Brian Thomas,” he croaks out, but not before his eyes flit to your nametag. “I’m fine, I was just caught off guard.”

“I’ll still have to send you to medical later,” you say apologetically. “Here, as an apology.” You pull another pack of Oreos out of your pocket.

The man smiles weakly at you, accepting the cookies. “Thank you.”

This batch of new patients seems to be rather well-behaved and rational, instead of the violent type you get most of the time. They are, after all, being sent to an asylum for the criminally insane.

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After Jeremy and his subordinates are gone, you settle your patients in with the help of Andrea, a nurse from another wing. In this godforsaken asylum, you believe only her to have a good heart. She was the one who helped you get settled in with this job when you’d first entered 8 months ago.

And as Brian Thomas had wished, you placed him and his pal next to each other. You note that the three of them seem close, which might make your job easier. If you can’t coax something out of one of them, there are two others to try it on.

“It’s only two weeks, and if you’re lucky, maybe just one,” you had told the three men, who all provided you with no noteworthy reactions.

No meds were needed at this point in quarantine, unless the doctor determined that they were in need of it, which was usually in the later stages of quarantine, and usually signified their release into the main asylum.

Administrative work is a blur as always. All work in this gloomy building is to you, and every day is a dissociative fog to you until you get to visit your own patients in their rooms.

The first one you visit is the one whom Brian had requested to be put next to, and you did indeed place them in adjacent cells. His dossier carries the name “Timothy Wright”.

You knock on the door respectfully— a thing you do for your patients in hopes they don’t lose the sense that they’re still a person. This asylum is no cozy home, but if you don’t try to make it one for them, they’ll probably lose their minds.

No response comes from within the room. You take it as an absence of objection to your intrusion, and enter.

“Hey, man.” You include a deliberate casualness in your tone, hoping it’ll help set the man at ease.

The cell includes a simple bathroom cubicle in the corner, complete with a sink and a mirror right next to it. The floor is tiled and the bedframe crickety. On the rare occasion that a patient invites you to sit on the bed with them, you find that the mattress can barely be classified as decent.

Timothy sits on the bed, his attention now captured by you. “Hey.”

You allow a calculated amount of silence between you and him, allowing for him to speak his mind. He does.

“You still got some of those Oreos?” He asks.

This question is not unexpected. “Yeah.” And you toss him a packet from your coat’s pocket.

He catches it with ease. “You, uh…just keep those in your pocket?”

You can recall a patient or two who’s asked you that question before, so you take it as an opportunity to explain. “Sometimes we give these out to patients who’re well-behaved as a reward.” You pause, choosing your words carefully to balance both honesty and a sense of warmth. “But honestly I don’t like that we only give it as a reward. It’s like you’re dogs to be rewarded. Just don’t tell anyone else that I simply give out Oreos.”

You say this as if damn near half the asylum patients don’t already know you for your free Oreos, though they’re all bribed with a free Oreo pack pass to keep it a secret from the asylum. The rest of the staff, save for Andrea, just think you’re nice and happen to give the treats for every single good deed the patients carry out. Though, you’re still careful, lest a single glance at your wing’s stash of sundry Oreos betray you. So you make it a point to buy them from the convenience store outside your home with your own pay, and replenish the stock every day, making sure the stash seems untouched.

Timothy simply nods in understanding, opening the pack to pop a cookie into his mouth whole. Next up is something you don’t expect.

“Want one?” He holds the open pack to you.

“Uh.” Then you laugh. “Why not?” You make sure not to reject, placing yourself on the same level as him. That is to say, lacking a stash of Oreos. Pulling an Oreo out of the packet in his hand, you pop it into your mouth too.

“Thanks, man,” you say through a mouthful of Oreo. After you swallow, you ask his name.

“You can just call me Tim.” You note that even he prefers the shorter version of his name.

“Alright, Tim. If you ever need me, just call me. Okay?”

He provides a simple nod in response, then offers an “okay” in return.

You nod. Everything in his room is in order, and he seems to require no more than just that simple check-in.

The door closes.

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The next to visit on your list is Brian, who sits on the bed, an ice pack pressed to his cheek with Andrea crouched by his side. She notices your presence, gets up and whispers to you.

“I’ll leave you to it, hun.” She knows you don’t like your patients surrounded by more than one nurse or doctor if necessary, so you thank her silently and turn to face your patient once your colleague is gone.

Brian’s swelling seems to already have gone down, with the darkness of the bruise already fading to a dark green. “You heal quite fast,” you remark.

Straightening up, you hold a hand out to him. “I’m Y/N, a nurse here.” He grabs your hand and shakes it firmly with a slight smile on the good side of his face. “I’m Brian Thomas.” You chuckle. “Yes, I have your dossier here,” you joke, albeit a lame, half-assed one.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” you begin. “Usually, those guys don’t touch my patients ‘cause they know what happens if they do—I’ll sock them right back— but it seems these ones were new. I’ll see what I can do about it, disciplinary actions or getting them barred from here or something.”

Brian smiles, letting out a huff of a laugh through his nose. “No need. I can see why they act like that. In prison…sometimes it’s necessary.” When that doesn’t seem to reassure you, he adds, “I’ve been through a lot worse. Trust me. It’s okay.”

You’re not reassured, not in the slightest bit. But years of experience with patients have taught you to go along with them. Forcing them in your own direction would do no good for either of you.

“If you say so,” is what your mouth and brain collectively settle on. “Doesn’t mean you should be treated like that, though. Any staff touches you, let me know.” You smile a little at the following thought, “Everyone knows not to touch the patients in my wing.”

That’s not to say you’re the head of the wing. You feel a little ick, even, at claiming that this is “your wing”. But seeing as patients leave the wing happy or even a little better than before, you think it’s fine.

“Are you three friends…?” You ask.

Brian replies. “Tim and I are. The third one, Toby, is new to, uh… us.”

Something tells you not to press it.

“Right then. That reminds me, I’ve gotta get around to Toby. Uh…,” You refer to the third one’s dossier. “Is calling him Toby okay, or should I be calling him Tobias?”

Brian’s eyes darken. “Don’t ever call him Tobias.”

So you enter Toby’s room, and make a mental note to never call him Tobias, because he could be dangerous if you do so.

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I didn’t expect us to find the one so soon.

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You enter Toby’s room and make a mental note to never call him Tobias, because he could be dangerous if you do so.

But it seems otherwise to you.

What sticks out to you, more of a concern than even his potentially murderous behavior upon being called his real name, is the bandage on his cheek. While Toby was indeed quiet at first, especially on your first visit, with small, retracted body language, knees pulled to his chin and short, quiet responses, he quickly warmed up.

After countless “yes, no, maybe, I don’t know”s, you insert an innocent, “You can call me any time for anything you need,” and his eyes light up. You think that perhaps he’s just lonely, and anticipate a lot of calls from him.

And you’re right to do so, with him calling you for every little thing.

Every. Little. Thing.

“Y/N, I can’t tie the robe at the back…,” whines Toby as he half-heartedly reaches and grabs at the ribbon behind his back.

“Okay,” you laugh, and reach out to tie it for him. And then, gently, he grasps your hand, perhaps to guide it to the ribbon. You’re not allowed to touch patients. But for him, for just this once, maybe you’ll let him.

But he turns around to face you, brown eyes unreadable.

“You really mean it, right? That I can call you for anything?”

You’re caught off guard by the whole thing. “Uh…,” You laugh nervously. “Yeah. Yes.” Before you’re about to blabber on in nervousness about why and how he should, he grins, eyes brightening a little.

“Great! I’ll see you later.”

He does, in fact, see you later.

To put it lightly, Toby calls you a lot. To put it bluntly, he calls you for a lot of stupid shit.

“Y/N,” he’d whine, dragging out the syllables of your name, “I’m bored!” So you give him a book. Then, you play a board game with him. Finally, you attempt to teach him biology, which a man his age should really not be marveling at, given the rudimentariness of the content you rattle off.

“Y/N,” he’d whine again, “I’m hungry!” And you’d tease, “You just had lunch, Toby.”

“But I’m hungryyyyy!” He’d exclaim. “I get hungry easily. And I’m hungry now.”

You begrudgingly pull out a pack of Oreos from your pocket.

And now, it’s the 64th time, at the end of two weeks, and most likely the last time he’ll get to call on you like this. Though you’d usually begrudgingly heed his call and head over with a slight drag in your steps, you decide that today, now, you may as well entertain his silly little questions for the last time.

And so you knock on the door and enter upon his “Come in!”, bracing yourself for whatever nonsensical request he might make.

A nonsensical request he makes indeed. “Y/N,” he mumbles, fidgeting with his hands. “Can you…uh… turn around for a moment?”

Never turn your back to a patient, not when they’re criminally insane. But today, now, your guard is down, and your brain somehow forgets that you might land yourself in danger.

You laugh, dismissing his silly request as “just a Toby thing”, and twirl around, only exposing your back for a moment.

One second is all it takes. You only turn 180 degrees, barely a completion of your round.

You hit the floor with a thud.

note: sorry for all the page breaks. i promise it'll get better soon.

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jjkamochoso · 7 months

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JJK Characters and Songs that fit their Love Lives

Warnings: none, but some lyrics in the songs are a bit suggestive!! Also I’m mostly just an anime watcher so if this info isn’t up to date on what’s going on in the manga I’m sorry!!

Choso: I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys

Choso would do anything for his partner and would also be absolutely obsessed with them!! He would try to prove his worth at every given second and acts of service is for sure his love language. He’ll be anything his partner want him to be, as long as they call him theirs.

Gojo: Boombastic by Shaggy

Y’all already KNOW this is Satoru’s jam!! He’s a chill dude that lives to please his partners, romantically and otherwise. Smooth like silk and can take rejection like a champ (though, let’s be real, who’s rejecting him?), he is Mr. Lover Lover!!

And here’s a more serious one for him because I feel like people sometimes only focus on silly Gojo

Gojo Pt. 2: Hanging By a Moment by Lifehouse

Even though he has a happy go lucky side that usually shows, Satoru is a man that feels and cares so deeply. I feel like this song represents the part of him that’s trying to find himself beyond being a strong jujutsu sorcerer and the right partner could help him through those anxieties. He would want a partner to live in the moment with him and be the missing pieces to each other’s puzzles.

Geto: Roll to Me by Del Amitri

Suguru, though he’s been through a loooot, still has a good heart imo. He would be there wholeheartedly for the person he wants to date. Like in the song, he’d be there day or night to talk or be ready to support the person whenever something goes wrong.

Shoko: My Friends Over You by New Found Glory

I had a younger Shoko in mind when I chose this song but I feel like it still kinda applies to older Shoko as well. If she was seeing someone, it most likely would be low commitment and not that serious. Her friends come first, always. If her partner was dragging her down and boring her, she’d have no problem cutting them off asap!

Nanami: My Heart I Surrender by I Prevail

If there’s one thing I associate with Kento, it’s YEARNING. Yearning for a life he truly wanted, yearning for the safety of the youth. Would it be fair to assume his love life follows that pattern? He wouldn’t know if the person he liked returned his affection but that wouldn’t stop him from giving away his whole heart as he waited for the answer.

Yuji: The Way You Are by Babe Patrol

Yuji is great for this song. He holds strong conviction for doing what’s right and is always supporting those around him. As seen with Yuko, he appreciates people as they are and doesn’t expect them to change or conform to arbitrary standards. He would love his partner for being completely, unabashedly themselves.

Nobara: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by WHAM!

Nobara is filled with fun energy and loving (in her own way) vibes so using one of the literal meanings from this song, I would think she’d be so down to go dancing with her partner! I could also see her complaining of a fast heart rate around her crush since she’s always hyped up and being around that person certainly wouldn’t help.

Megumi: And I Love Her by Kurt Cobain

Megumi is a straightforward, low key moody, no nonsense man so this song is perfect for him. It doesn’t dance around feelings at all and tells the audience like it is—a love between him and his partner will never die.

Panda: The Power of Love by New Found Glory

Panda has endless amounts of love for his friends and I know he believes in the power of love, 100%. He’s surrounded by it every day—Yaga, his classmates, even his teachers. Panda has a lot of love to give and isn’t afraid to show it!

Maki: SUGAR by Brockhampton

This song has a lot of lyrics that mention not needing anyone help and being able to do things individually and that’s Maki’s core belief. However, there are some mentions of learning to be okay leaning on a partner and I think that’s how she’d be. If she ever opened up to a partner, it would have to be her and them against the world forever.

Toge: Josie by Blink 182

Inumaki would need a partner who was there for him, no matter what. Someone who would laugh at his jokes, because let’s be honest, he’s hilarious, and someone who would bring him food just because they remembered his order. He would also love someone who shares the same crazy sleep schedule he has so if they were up at 3am watching “Vacation,” like mentioned in the song, that would be his dream.

Yuta: All 4 Love by Color Me Badd

This whole song SCREAAAMS YUTA!!! This certified lover boy would do anything for his partner and be their knight in shining (white) armor (jacket). He would never fail to tell his partner how lucky he is to have them and how attractive they are as well!!

Todo: She’s So High by Tal Bachman

I am 1000% convinced Todo would treat his partner like royalty and hold them in the highest regards. His passion for literally everything is unmatched and I absolutely expect to see that in his love life. Like in the song, he would equate his partner to icons like Cleopatra and Aphrodite because he thinks so highly of them.

Mai: I’m Thru With Love by Marilyn Monroe

Mai is definitely through with love. I feel like she’d fall in love once and completely give up the idea of finding someone else if it didn’t work out. She can’t stand being vulnerable and warm to others so this song is high key perfect for her.

Noritoshi: If I Could Ride a Bike by Park Bird/Chevy

Noritoshi deserves better!! There, I said it!! My boy doesn’t get enough love and that’s reflected in this song choice. The pressure to be a perfect member of the Kamo clan is a lot for him and having a partner that fits those same standards to be accepted is impossible so he’s left imagining what it would be like to love and be loved. I think he would want nothing more than to wake up and see his partner’s smiling face looking back at him and be able to go on carefree adventures with them.

Kokichi: Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Poor Kokichi :(( I went a bit literal with the relation of the lyrics “scar crossed lovers” since his whole body was littered with messed up skin but I do feel like this song captures his vibe well. I feel like he wouldn’t ask anything of his partner and would just be beyond grateful he finally had someone there for him. He was doomed from birth with his heavenly restriction, thus having a dark outlook on life and further relating to the lyric “kiss my cheek, baby please, would you read my eulogy?” since I think he would like his partner to be there for him even after his death.

Miwa: Everywhere by Michelle Branch

I feel like Miwa is a hopeless romantic so she would relate to this song in that no matter what she does, it relates to her partner. No matter if it’s closing her eyes to sleep or keeping her partner in her thoughts wherever she goes, Miwa has a big heart and just needs to be hugged!

Momo: One Love by It’s Benzzo

I don’t know much about Momo but I know she can’t stand sexism so her partner would have to be open minded and kind, never failing to make her smile. She would just want someone to treat her right!

Yuki: Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

This is the perfect song for Yuki imo. She seems like a flirtatious girl and would love a partner that went all out in romance for her. I think she’d like to get dressed up and then get swept off her feet every date night. Telling her partner to kiss her under the stars would be a great way for her to end the night!

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analogwriting · 9 months

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Childhood Crush

Chapter One: Tungsten

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.4k a/n: i like the thought of kid throwing a wrench at people when they annoy him. next

“Careful…careful…” You were muttering to yourself as you were moving hot iron to the water. You were currently in your workshop just outside the house, working on a commission. You were just about done with it too, and ahead a schedule.

But not for long.

WHAM!

You jumped, your work clattering to the floor and you cursed loudly. “What the fuck!” You turned around, seeing your brother standing in the doorway. “You know the fuckin’ rule, tungsten!” you shouted at him.

“WHATEVER. I HAVE A FRIEND OVER SO DON’T BOTHER US!”

You stared at him, absolutely flabbergasted. “So you come and bother me instead? What the fuck kinda back asswards logic is that?”

“Fuck you!” He started to run back inside.

“Fuck you!” You shouted after him, sighing. Then it dawned on you what he said. Wait, a friend? Was it a girl? Was it that Victoria girl that he didn’t shut up about sometimes? You immediately dropped what you were doing, running off into the house.

Just as your brother did, you burst into his room with no hesitation. “EUSTASS YOU HAVE A FRIEND OVER? IS IT THAT VIC-” You immediately stopped as your eyes fell on, not a girl, but a boy. A very fine boy. He looked to be about your age, so only a few older than Eustass himself. You felt your cheeks heat up suddenly, but quickly recovered.

“BIGS, WHAT THE FUCK. I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME IN HERE!”

“Uh, considerate payback. Anyway, didn’t realize you swung that way.” A mischievous smile overtook your face. “Just know, little tungsten, that I still love you, no matter who you end up loving.”

You watched as Eustass’ face turned as red as his hair. “FUCK OFF, BIGS.” You cackled ducking as he threw a wrench at you. You squeaked as you saw him jump off his bed. “Fuckin’ - GET BACK HERE!”

Almost tripping over your own two feet, you ran down the hallway to your own room, slamming the door. You listened as he shouted at you through the door, trying to knock it down with his fists while you just cackled.

Oh man, he was so easily pissed off and it provided endless entertainment for yourself.

Eventually, he stopped banging on the door and you listened to his footsteps recede. You let out a small sigh and opened the door once the coast was clear. You headed out to your own little smithy, cleaning up your mess. You cursed silently to yourself as you saw the state of the blade you had. It might be salvageable but you didn’t have much hope. You’d definitely be set back, but you worked quick, so you’d still meet your deadline.

After the fiasco at your house all those years ago, you had ended up taking Eustass and running. You dropped out of school and started working at the local blacksmith to pick up some kind of trade. Your father had already worked there before and he was amazing before he downspiralled. Luckily, the blacksmith didn’t hold your father’s demise against you and let you work. Now, you worked at the smithy to earn money to support you and your brother.

It also helped that you were pretty good at your job, so you made decent cash.

You headed back inside once you put everything away, heading towards your brother’s room. This time, you knocked before you entered. The two boys were sitting on Eustass’ bed and your heart started racing upon seeing his friend once more.

“Hey, I’m getting ready to start dinner, is your friend staying?” You looked at them, glancing at them. His friend shrugged while Eustass nodded. “Yeah.”

“Cool, what do you want me to make?”

Eustass opened his mouth and you held up a hand. “If you say cabbage rolls, I’m going to fight you. We’ve had those every night this week, pick something else. What does your friend like?” You looked at his friend. “I’m y/n, by the way. Older sibling of Eustass, obviously. Three years.”

“Oh right, this is Killer,” Eustass said and you blinked. Killer? What the hell kind of name was that? The hell was he already killing?

“Uh, what?”

“That’s what we call him.” You blinked slowly, processing this. You just nodded. “Okay, whatever.” You rolled your eyes, dramatic.

“Three years? That means you’re a year younger than me, but I haven’t seen you around before,” Killer said, seeming to finally get caught up in the conversation.

“Ah. Right. I dropped out a few years ago to take care of Shithead here.” You jerked your head towards your brother with a lazy grin. You didn’t regret it for a moment, however. You loved your little brother, as much of a shithead as he was.

“Hey!”

You just grinned at him. “Love ya.” He huffed, folding his arms and pouting.

“Anyway, Killer, do you have any preferences on food? Allergies?” He shook his head and you sighed.

“I need you guys to decide, like, now.” You were growing impatient and hungry. Not a good combination. Irritability rates were increasing each moment they didn’t make a decision.

They were both silent as they looked at each other like trying to decide. “I mean cabbage rolls don’t sound bad,” Killer said and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t enable him, I will literally throw down with you. And make the both of you eat dirt.” His eyes widened, obviously not expecting you to threaten him upon meeting him.

You groaned, putting your hands on your hips as you tried to think of what to cook. “I’ll just make some curry udon, I guess,” you sighed. Suddenly, the both of them shouted.

“NO!”

After that day, Killer was over just about every day. You didn’t protest it as long as they stayed out of your hair when you were working out in your smithy. You were able to actually function around Killer without having to hard reboot your brain every time you saw him. Your heart still raced sometimes, but you just chalked it off to some childhood crush that you’d eventually grow out of.

Besides, he was your brother’s best friend. There was definitely some bro code that went against that.

During the days, Eustass was typically out for a while and didn’t return until well after dark. You were typically always up working - you also worried about him quite a bit. You couldn’t rest easy until you knew he was okay. If he was ever going to be gone overnight he always told you, which you appreciated. He knew you worried - especially now that he came home with some cuts and bruises. Probably fighting.

You continued cooking dinners for your brother, Killer joining most nights. You were definitely shocked when Killer had asked you to teach him to cook. He had said he enjoyed the pasta you had made and wanted to know how to make some himself, so you decided to help him out a little bit.

This was one of those nights.

“Where did you learn to cook anyway, y/n?” Killer asked as you guided him through the process of making noodles from scratch.

“Well, since it was kind of always just me ‘n Eus, I didn’t really have a choice. I just kinda taught myself.” You shrugged as you kneaded the dough.

“Yeah, but all you made was potatoes,” Eustass grumbled from the table as he tinkered on some project he was working on. You turned to glare at him. “It’s the cheapest thing I could find. And they’re very-.”

“Versatile, yeah, yeah. That’s what you always say,” he grumbled, focusing on his task at hand and you felt your face heat up as Killer grinned at Eustass’ words. You shot a glare his way before looking at your brother. “Maybe I’ll go back to making just potatoes, or make you learn yourself,” you huffed.

“You’re teaching Killer how to cook - I’ll just have him cook for me instead!” Your brother cackled. You threw your hands up. “Then let’s have him cook dinner, yeah?” You wiped the flower off your hands onto your apron and removed it.

“You’re on your own for dinner - good luck.”

The laughter in the room immediately stopped. “Wait, Bigs. I was joking. Please make dinner.” There was a panicked look in Eustass’ face. Sure, you were teaching Killer how to cook but he had a long way to go. “Killer’s cooking isn’t as good as yours I already know.”

A grin spread across your face and you put your apron back on. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey, y/n, what’s this?” You looked over to Killer, seeing a tattered cookbook in his hands. “Sorry, I got flour on it.”

“Oh, that’s my first cookbook. It’s alright, it’s been through a lot. A little flour won’t kill it.” You took it in your own hands gently, carefully flipping through it.

“Bigs! I’m home!” Eustass’ voice rang through the house. “I’m in my room, tungsten!” Small footsteps could be heard as he ran towards your room. You had started calling him tungsten since you learned that it was such a strong metal and it made you think of your little brother. Despite everything that happened, he kept going. He had said it would take a lot more than that to break him.

So, when you learned what tungsten was - the nickname was born.

He stood in the doorway and you looked up at him. You noticed his hands behind his back and went to ask when he beat you to the point. “I got you something!” He had a giant grin on his face.

You sat up, closing your book. “Alright, what is it?”

“First of all - happy birthday,” he said, his smile turning more shy. You blinked. Oh shit, that’s right. Today was your birthday. Eleventh to be exact. A soft expression slowly spread across your features. “Thank you, tungsten,” you said with a small smile.

“Now, here’s your present!” He handed you a very terribly wrapped present, but you could tell he really tried and it warmed up your heart. You wanted to cry. Your brother might be crass and drive you absolutely insane, but he really cared - it showed in his actions.

You removed the paper, realizing the book was upside down and you flipped it over. You read the cover and let out a small chuckle. “A cookbook?” You looked at him.

He nodded, giving you a sheepish grin. “I figured we could have something besides potatoes for once.”

You gasped. “But you love my potatoes!”

“But not every night!”

“Alright, that’s fair.” You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Thank you, I really love it.” You opened it, taking a look through it. It all seemed simple enough. “What do you say I make something from this tonight? I just went shopping earlier, so we should have plenty of ingredients.”

Eustass’ face lit up and he nodded quickly. “Oh hell yeah!”

You laughed as you heard him curse. You didn’t bother scolding him because you could be just as bad if not worse. You knew that it was only going to get worse as the two of you grew older, so might as well not stress about it.

“Alright. Go and start on your homework. Then wash up, I’ll call you when dinner’s done.” Eustass grinned widely and nodded, scurrying off to do as you asked.

You headed into the kitchen, looking through the book. Your eyes landed on a recipe that looked easy and simple. It took a couple of hours, but the prep was simple enough.

“Tungsten! Dinner!” You heard a crash followed by excited footsteps and you laughed to yourself. You could hear just how excited he was. You knew he liked your cooking, but you also understood that having the same thing every night could make anyone hate something.

By the time you turned around, your brother was at the small table in the kitchen practically bouncing up and down in the chair. “My, hungry?”

“Yes!”

You set the plate in front of him and he blinked. “What is it?”

“They’re cabbage rolls. At least that’s what the recipe says.” You watched your brother as he poked at it with his fork. You narrowed your eyes. “It’s not potatoes, just like you wanted. Now quit playing with your food and eat it, tungsten.”

Eustass eyeballed them for a moment more before actually eating it. You watched as his face lit up. “These are really good!” You felt relief wash over you. You were worried you chose the wrong recipe to try first. Making your own plate, you sat with him.

“I think these are my new favorite!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure the more we eat - your opinion will change.”

“I don’t know, these are really good.” You just smiled at him, glad that he enjoyed your cooking. It just made you want to cook more and try new things.

“And they’re still my favorite food,” Eustass mused as you finished your recollection of it. Killer looked between the both of you. “Wow, I didn’t know he could be such a sap.”

“Hey!” Eustass called from his chair, throwing a wrench at Killer. You snatched it before it hit him. “Eustass! Do not throw a wrench at our guest! Just because you have ass in your name doesn’t mean you gotta act like one.” You looked at him absolutely flabbergasted that he’d do such a thing. Well, he threw them at you whenever you were being annoying, but that was different.

“Hey!”

“It’s a fucking wrench - what were you thinking?” You looked at Killer. “Are you o-” You stopped as you noticed he was just staring at you in astonishment.

“Y-You caught that without even trying.” He seemed amazed by your movements. Well, you have been keeping up with your fighting skills just in case. You just didn’t fight random people like your brother did.

“Uh…well…I wasn’t just going to let him assault you.” You brushed it off, setting the wrench down.

“Oh, I guess you’ve never seen Bigs in action, huh, Killer?” Eustass smirked. “They’re one of the best fighters I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

“I haven’t fought in years.”

“But you obviously still got it.”

He had you there. “Well, anyway. No more throwing wrenches. It’s dangerous.”

“Ugh. Okay.” Eustass reached across the table, grabbing his tool and getting back to his project.

“Now, where were we? Oh right, how to begin actually crafting the noodles.” You turned around to resume your cooking lesson, unaware of the boy next to you staring at you from under his bangs as he pretended to listen.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #killer one piece #am fics #i kept getting so distracted writing this bc i kept looking at wonho's fine ass #cc #massacre soldier killer

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c0wb0yenthusiast · 10 months

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While you were Sleeping

Part II

Word count : 1.3k (just a short one to get you all prepared 🫣 I definitely wasn’t feeling lazy)

Summary : Christmas Eve with the Hotchners! You’re getting to know a bit about them and are beginning to fit in with the family. Even if Aaron seems to be questioning you every second.

A/N : I’m actually so sorry it’s shorter than the first part but I hope you all can still enjoy this, if you have any prompts or suggestions that you think would be really cute for this ongoing series I’d love to hear it! Just comment below or PM me if you want <3

Taglist : @rousethemouse @lunaoieoie @angelmather1 @barbwirewalk @jxvipike

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“Oh, that’s just Y/N, honey. Sean’s fiancée.” Mrs Hotchner adds, whispering into his ear while still hugging him. She says it like it’s common sense; oh, here’s the fiancée we’ve never met.

Aaron cocks a brow, throwing another suspicious glance at you before presenting his mother with a small present.

She grins up at him and kisses his cheek excitedly, “Aaron, you shouldn’t have!”

“It’s Christmas, mother. I had to.” He seems genuine. His tone seems to soften when speaking to his - presumably - mother.

Aaron.

It’s the Aaron they were talking about at the hospital.

In your mind, it seems to be much more of a rebellious name in comparison to what you’re being face with right now.

Polished, pressed and perfect; his suit doesn’t have a fold out of line. Everything seems to be tailored to fit just right - his cuffs were neither too short nor too long, his buttons were sewn on firmly unlike the ones hanging onto their threads on your jacket.

He’s not intimidating, you try to convince yourself.

Your feeble attempts to catch his attention and wave aren’t noticed as he’s too busy being coddled by his mother and dragged inside.

He doesn’t seem to mind it, though. It looks more welcomed instead, like he’s been waiting for his all holiday.

As Mrs Hotchner is just about to shut the front door, she turns to look at you.

“Y/N? You’ll want to come inside soon, dear. I heard it’s going to start snowing soon enough!”, she smiles, beckoning you inside right now instead.

You comply meekly, not wanting to insult her and also since you’re not intending to become a popsicle.

The door clicks behind you, blocking off any heat that wants to escape from this absolute dream of a house.

Everywhere you look, there’s some sort of subtle decoration or rich furniture. It’s like you’re being lured in, ‘stay with us, Y/N. We’re the functional household you could’ve never dreamed of.’

It’s definitely not working as you drape your scarf over the coat rack and sink into the nearest armchair.

It seems to hold you perfectly, encasing you in soft, cuddly goodness as you try to hide your surprising comfort concerning this antique armchair.

Everything is telling you to stay, live out your life as Sean’s fiancée and not think about the consequences that will eventually catch up to you.

But, you’re somewhat sane as there’s still the little voice of reason telling you to be wary.

Especially of Aaron.

He greets everybody in their own special way. You can already tell he’s well-liked from the way he laughs and pats his dad on the shoulder.

He doesn’t seem like much of a happy guy from what you first saw, but this isn’t exactly the most predictable day you’ve had.

You can only sink further into the armchair as they share their gifts, laughs and joy with one another in excitement of Christmas Eve.

Everyone seems to have bought Aaron a present, and he’s seem to done the same thing.

“Here, Todd.” He hands out a present to the younger man, chuckling at the gleam in his eyes.

He shakes it, but gets a critical glare from Aaron and falters before placing it next to the tree.

It’s like you’re in a film; a big happy family curled up by the tree, sharing laughter and jokes like usual.

You’re caught off guard when Mrs Hotchner hands you a present.

“Here you go, honey.” She smiles, urging you to take it.

You hesitantly accept the box, looking down at it and trying to hide your shock. How did they come up with this so fast?

“Santa has his ways, doesn’t he?”, Mr Hotchner grins.

“Yeah.. sure does..” you mumble, smiling back at them and tracing your fingers along the ribbon tied around it.

Time seems to fly as the festivities continue; it almost seems like they’re compensating for Sean’s ‘accident’ today. However, it was getting far too late for your liking and as much as you loved being around the family already, you were prepared to drive back to your cold, dull apartment and go to bed.

You can’t seem to find a moment where the energy stills and you can bid farewell to everybody, so you begin to rise out of your chair and twirl your car keys in your hand.

Mrs Hotchner immediately notices, following you outside into the hall.

“Y/N?” She inquires, looking up at you with concern. She glances at your keys, then back up at you.

“O-oh.. I’m just.. I was gonna.. it’s really-“

“It’s too dark! You shouldn’t drive in that sort of atmosphere, sweetheart, it’s very dangerous.” She adds with a certainty, nodding and patting your back now.

You’ve already grown to like her motherly nature, but now you’re in a bit of a situation.

“Where would I sleep? I- I don’t want to be a bother..”

“Nonsense! You’re practically family, even if Sean didn’t let us know about you yet. Why don’t you settle down here for tonight, have some breakfast - my treat - and leave in the morning?”

You may have had no choice, but it wasn’t a bad thing for you - they genuinely seemed to like you.

You hoped Sean was as accepting as his family.

“Okay.. thank you.” You nod your head tentatively, smiling and unbuttoning your jacket now. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth, possibly content knowing you didn’t have to be alone for Christmas.

“Lovely, dear. It’s so late already! I’ll go pick out some blankets for you.”

The festivities had finally ended; everyone was either leaving or getting ready to go to sleep.

You were also sorting yourself out, even in borrowed pajamas that Mrs Hotchner had so happily lent you. They were frilly, pink and surprisingly soft and you weren’t one to complain.

As you left the bathroom, your clothes folded up and held against your chest. The house was dead silent and dark, the only light visible were the string lights scattered around the place.

Your feet pattered against the mahogany flooring nervously, trying to retrace your steps to the living room. You’d only reached the hall when a sudden whisper almost made you drop your clothes.

“They’re a lot at first, huh?”

It’s Aaron.

He’s sitting on the steps, looking at you expectantly in the dimmed lighting. He’s also clad in pajamas, seeming to have gotten more comfortable.

He’s leaning against the stair railing, waiting for an answer.

“Oh- oh, yeah- I mean no, not in a bad way. I think they’re all great.” You seem to stumble over your words as they charge out of your mouth clumsily. This is probably the most you’ve said this whole night.

“They all love you so far. But I’m not convinced yet.” He adds, chuckling wearily.

You don’t know whether to laugh or break out in a huge mess and confess the truth. You choose to muster an awkward laugh.

“I think you’ll get used to me.”

“I seem to be already. I just wonder why Sean didn’t introduce us sooner.”

“Yeah… I know.” You want to leave, grab your keys and go home now. Aaron is really trying to get under your skin, and it could be working.

“Living room is on the left. Good night, Y/N.”

And with a sigh, he gets up and leaves you. The stairs creak quietly as he ascends to his bedroom.

You’re left staring at his blurry silhouette limply.

Does he like you? Should you be worried?

Has he already completely doubted you?

You try to shrug off all these questions - he could be trying to get you mixed up, play mind games and twist your perception.

Obviously he could just be protective of his brother.

Lying on the sofa with a thick blanket draped over you while hugging your pillow, you try to will yourself to sleep in this new environment.

#fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #thomas gibson #while you were sleeping

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jaksalot · 2 years

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What if....you were Nana Shimura’s grandkid

So let’s say in this little au of mine, reader is Nana’s youngest grandchild. You’re a teenager again, and you’re at UA. Here’s how I think it would go.

Toshinori laid one eye on you and instantly had a seizure, panic attack, and flashbacks

He’d def train you(make sure you’re prepared for the real world)

Drive you to school, pick up mcdonalds on the way there, and let you hang in the warm teachers lounge

He’d call Gran every two or three minutes, gushing about how great you were

He regretted this after Gran wanted to meet you himself

Fearing the worst he was ready to spring into action the minute Gran wanted to fight you

But, surprisingly, Gran was very calm and sweet to you

Ngl Toshi would get kinda jealous of your relationship with Gran

Since you’re parents died(thanks Tomura) i’m kinda thinking you’d live in this orphanage or even have your own apartment

When Toshinori found out

Hell opened up

He bought you this giant penthouse

(which you were a little overwhelmed)

paid for an uber every morning and afternoon

it got to the point where Gran had to tell him how this wasn’t necessary

So you stayed with Gran

Kicked this man’s ass every hour of the day

“Yo Gran-I know its four in the morning-I have school”

“Gran, i threw up...”

He’s very hard on you

in a loving way

Toshinori is the doting “father”, thinking that you could never do anything wrong

While Gran is the strict “uncle/grandpa” that forces you to actually clean your room

Any sport you’re interested in?

Wham Bam thank you Ma’am you have five different trainers provided by Toshinori

Not interested in Sports, wanna do something intellectual with smarts and stuff

Put you into any class you want

They have accidentally called you Nana many times

You can’t blame them!

You have her heroic eyes and passion for those who can’t help themselves

Bless their hearts when you tell them you’re in the hero class

Poor old men

Their hearts burst every time they see you on the battle field

You’re bloody

You’re shaking

You probably have multiple broken bones

And they watching in total fear and chaos

You’re in your third year when they find out about your family past

And that just makes them a little more protective

Especially for your dates

Mirio/Amajiki/Nejire whoever

doesn’t matter

they cannot be trusted

You love them but

They need to chill

Toshinori(since he cannot sit still for two seconds) probably will become your secretary or mentor when you’re a hero

He also deals with reporters and the papparazi

Has blackmailed every news/papparazzi station in Japan

That’s all I have for now. I am working on a Kirishima x child of AFO/dragon reader and Midoryia x #3 hero that was raised like Hawks(his age tho).

Requests are always open so don’t be shy!

#mha x reader #platonic x reader #sfw #mha #rose writes #rose speaks #Toshinori Yagi #Gran Torino #Nana Shimura #Mentioned Tomura Shigaraki #Mentioned Big 3 #Mirio Togata #tamaki amajiki #nejire hado #Reblog and like pls

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manygeese · 4 months

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mega projecting rn, this is

PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS AS SONGS FROM MY PLAYLIST

aka what I think they would do for karaoke, what’s they like, and what song is them coded

PERCY

What he’d do karaoke to: Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin. Son of Poseidon thinks water songs are funny.

What song he’d like the most: either Angry Young Man or Allentown, both by Billy Joel. Hard hitting lyrics and instrumentals to match.

What song he has the vibes of: Kodachrome by Paul Simon. Silly, jaunty, but kind of soothing at the same time. Reminds you of your childhood, almost.

ANNABETH

What she’d do karaoke to: Stand by Me by Ben E. King. She’s a romantic lady, what can I say? She’d totally be winking at Percy when she sings the chorus.

What song she’d like the most: Arthur’s Theme (Best That You Can Do) by Christopher Cross. She has classical vibes and this is the closest thing to classical as I have on my playlist. Also, I feel like she’d love jazz and this is jazz-adjacent.

What song she has the vibes of: She’s Always A Woman by Billy Joel. Sentimental, cool, but still oozing with emotion.

JASON

What he’d do karaoke to: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Boy puts on a performance.

What song he’d like the most: My Way by Frank Sinatra. He feels good about himself and all the stuff he’s been through while listening to it.

What song he has the vibes of: Out of Touch by Daryl Hall & John Oates. Edgy, cool, and a bop.

PIPER

What she’d do karaoke to: Lovefool by The Cardigans. Daughter of Aphrodite thinks love songs are funny. She’s a really good singer though, so she can choose any song and still knock everybody’s socks off.

What song she’d like the most: Yesterday by the Beatles. I think she’d like sad songs (not breakup songs, more like “wallowing in self pity, wondering what happened to us” songs).

What song she has the vibes of: Thank You For the Music by ABBA. Self worth problems, putting all your value in one ability? Piper coded.

LEO

What he’d do karaoke to: Let’s Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams or Thank God I’m A Country Boy by John Denver. The first because he’s some sort of LGBT+ and thinks it’s funny, the second because he’s Texan and thinks it’s funny. Also Fernando by ABBA.

What song he’d like the most: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! He identifies with it. Also he loves the dorky Just Dance for it.

What song he has the vibes of: Telephone Line by Electric Light Orchestra. Hopeless romantic vibes right there.

HAZEL

What she’d do karaoke to: Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra. She’d eat any jazz song up, really, but this one’s got her name written all over it.

What song she’d like the most: Bad, Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce. It’s got that school house rock vibe that you know she’d love. And also, bar fights! Yay!

What song she has the vibes of: Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae. Happy, sends a message, gives off sunny day and Hazel vibes.

FRANK

What he’d do karaoke to: Delilah by Tom Jones. He’s belting this shit in the shower at 3 AM.

What song he’d like the most: Oh, What A Beautiful Morning by Gordon Macrae from the musical Oklahoma. He’s embarrassed to admit it, but this boy loves old Roger’s and Hammerstein musicals (The Music Man, Carousel, etc.) that go on for too long and have unnecessary songs. He thinks they’re pretty.

What song he has the vibes of: Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin. Gentle giant vibes.

NICO

What he’d do karaoke to: So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III) by Tom Lehrer. He’s a sucker for old satirical songs and loves watching his friends react as he sings them.

What song he’d like the most: The Vatican Rag by Tom Lehrer. Again, because he likes satirical songs. He cried laughing the first time he heard it, having grown up in the Catholic Church (of Italy, no less).

What song he has the vibes of: Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas. Stark contrast from the earlier songs but it’s just… so Nico coded. The type of stuff you can head bang but also perform ballet to.

REYNA

What she’d do karaoke to: We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel. She memorized the whole thing and likes flexing on everybody else about it because they don’t have the guts nor the dedication.

What song she’d like the most: Fame by Irene Cara. She unwinds to this in her room after a long day. She also totally does embarrassing dances to it.

What song she has the vibes of: Leningrad by Billy Joel. A song about war, seemingly endless cycles of violence, but small victories and reconciliation.

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #WARNING: 80S MUSIC #LOTS OF IT BUT EVEN MORE 70S MUSIC #annabeth chase #percy jackson #leo valdez #jason grace #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #sorry if you know none of these. this is just me projecting lol

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sinisterexaggerator · 11 months

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NSFW Alphabet ~ Hondo Ohnaka

Kinktober got me thinking:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Hondo is attentive; he makes sure your every need is met. However, this depends on his mood and how close he is to you. I see him being a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of guy in situations where he needs to leave the scene of the “crime” in a hurry, or if he has important business to attend to, otherwise he is akin to the likes of Gomez Addams, treating you like the king or queen you are.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Hondo’s favorite body part belonging to himself is either his face or his own cock. This man has an ego and thinks he is hot shit, which he is. He grooms his appearance and takes care of himself. He most likely practices a skincare routine and washes and rebraids his hair. He trims his nails, makes sure his clothes are laundered, so that to me says he is very much in love with his whole self, though the face is especially cared for, despite having a scar over his eye. In relation to his cock, he is not modest; he does not sell himself short. It gets the job done and he has never had any complaints; it serves him well.

As for his partner, he loves to stroke his fingers along the curves of their hips, toward the inner thigh. He also loves faces, and eyes; they are the windows to the soul. He pays attention to imperfections; he loves every scar and every scratch. Ah, and to hear your voice; it is like music to the ears.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Hondo will make you cum before he cums himself. He is a savant in the bedroom, and is most likely known for his unprecedented skills in this area. He’s not afraid of it; he will taste it, savor it, and lick you clean. Cum is a tangible byproduct of your pleasure; pleasure he knows he is responsible for, and that in and of itself is a turn on.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Hondo is nasty. He will do anything once. Just ask and he will oblige you. He doesn’t care how “gross” or taboo it is; that is not his concern. His concern is getting your rocks off, as nothing boosts his ego more than giving his partner an earth-shattering orgasm.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Hondo is very experienced. We see in canon he has had relations with people such as Aurra Sing. I have no doubt in my mind that Hondo is a sex connoisseur that makes you want to keep on coming (cumming) back. He can talk the talk and walk the walk, and I am sure this occurred from a young age. Hondo is charming and successful in the Clone Wars; just imagine how far that charm could take him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Missionary, so he can stare into your eyes and watch the tiny twitches of your facial muscles as you writhe beneath him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Hondo is a switch in more ways than one; he can be both. If feeling romantic or sweet on someone, he may take a more serious route, declaring his adoration or his love. If feeling frisky, or just in a mood, he can be very, very playful. Humor, after all, is the best medicine, and Hondo may as well be the doctor prescribing it.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): As I mentioned earlier, very well-groomed. I feel that Weequay do have hair down there, soft tufts of brown curls, perhaps, and Hondo keeps it very trim and in order.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Again, Hondo can play the clown for your amusement (and his), or he can be very intimate, loving, and affectionate toward you. The romantic things this man recites to you leaves you reeling, having never heard such poetry before. He truly makes you feel as if you are special, whether you are or not. “Et es better tu have loved for a very, very short period of time, than tu have never loved at all, ah?”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Hondo loves to be watched. He’s a bit into voyeurism/exhibitionism, among other things. He wants an audience when at all possible, and for you to talk him through it. If you join in, that’s even better. Thinking you’re a few parsecs out and a holo call has to suffice. This happens often when you are away, or if he’s missing you. (@allsystemsblue gets credit for this one)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): Voyerism, exhibitionism (he doesn’t care who is watching, but also likes to play the game of “don’t get caught”). He is a switch so he will bottom or top, or play into the role of sub or dom, though sometimes a certain kind of mood strikes him. Rope play; he loves being tied up or tied down. Praise kink; he loves giving praise or getting it himself. He has an ego, after all. Sensation play is also big for him. He loves to receive attention physically just as much as you do. He’s into degradation as well, or being treated like an object. He’s also down to make you a human footrest.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): Anywhere and everywhere; Hondo is always ready, although there is nothing quite like his own bed, full of luxurious pillows and soft blankets.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Just looking at you; being in the same room as you; listening to you speak, or watching you walk. Your very presence is a turn on, and he can be ready for a romp at a moment’s notice. And rest assured, he is not shy in making his attraction known.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): There is very little Hondo will not do. He may be hesitant to truly harm you, even if you are into that, such as punching or outright slapping. He is a lover, not a fighter, and violence is not something he is fond of and only necessitates when necessary, mostly in relation to his “work.” Although, he has been in a bad mood a time or two and killed someone out of anger. Still, to know you is to love you and Hondo will most likely shun that sort of thing.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): He prefers to give rather than to receive, but he will never turn down a blowjob. He feeds off his partner’s pleasure; there is no better high. Yet, he will gladly accept oral sex and will praise you and/or dirty talk you the entire time.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.): Hondo typically likes to take his time. He is slow, methodical, and knows his way around your erogenous zones like the back of his hand. He can be rough should the need arise and you desire it. That man has powerful, thick thighs and they are not just for show. He can plow into you fast, or give it to you slow, though he prefers basking in your beauty and all those little sounds you make.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Quickie’s are not out of the question; that man will fuck you anytime, any place; you only need to ask. However, he much rather experience the joy of a long, drawn-out sexual encounter so he can properly service you, of course.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Hondo is nothing but a risk-taker. As I said before, he will try anything once; he once was the lover to Aurra Sing. I am sure she had her preferences, and was noted to be a very dangerous woman. This most likely extended into the bedroom, so yes, Hondo is very much acquainted with taking “risks.” He is a pirate after all; fear is the mind-killer. Hondo is also an example to his men. He takes any and every situation head on, and he loves to experiment and learn new ways to please you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Hondo has great stamina, though it slows down as is natural once he is older. In his youth as a teen and early 20 something, he could go multiple rounds. In his thirties, he can still go a few, but not as many as before. Once we hit Rebels, he may complain about his back or other types of old man issues, though he will never give up trying. Maybe he falls asleep soon after, and is happy as a baby to cuddle in your arms.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Oh, yes. Hondo is up for anything, and he would gladly use toys on you. In fact, I like to think the restraints Hondo used on Obi-Wan and Anakin were more for sexual escapades, as they were sort of heart-shaped, and they were bound both by their hands and ankles. I am sure he also likes to be whipped, paddled, or otherwise spanked, or chained and handcuffed. You can also use your strap-on on him; he loves to be pegged.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Ohhh, this man is a tease, but he knows when to stop and when he has pushed you too far. He’s quick to make it up in some way or another, but in relation to making you cum – he will edge you to the brink, chuckling as he watches you with eyes narrowed into slits – he wants you to beg for it; he may be feeling in a sadistic mood.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): Hondo is not shy; he will vocalize. He can get loud, but prefers murmuring sweet nothings in your ear in that low, deep, rumbly voice of his. He may also give you soft commands, demanding quietly that you: “come for me, my love.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): Hondo is clingy and possessive when he finds the right person. He can also be jealous, but he hides it well. In fact, he is more the type to be passive aggressive until you can pull what is wrong out of him. Truth be told, it does not take much effort as this man is very opinionated and is not afraid to speak his mind.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Hondo is not too big and not too small. He has a very stout cock. It is ribbed and striated just like the rest of his skin, with alternating patterns for your pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very, very high. He is ready when you are, or even when you are not. You may have to express yourself if you want him to pull back. Expect a pout, but of course he always wants your consent.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Very quickly. Hondo goes hard; he does everything in his power to make sure you get yours before he gets his, and when he’s finally spent, he sleeps soundly and comfortably; dead to the galaxy. Make sure to wake him up though if you feel like going another round. He would be offended if you didn’t!

#Hondo Ohnaka #Hondo Ohnaka x Reader #Hondo x Reader #x you #x reader #star wars #N$FW Alphabet #Kinktober #Weequay #Star Wars #Imagines #Star Wars Kinktober #clone wars #star wars rebels #pirates #Headcanons

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the12thnightproject · 6 months

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Chapter Two: Miss Congeniality - Katsuko meets many residents of Azuchi... but not her fake fiance.

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

A good General will ensure that his soldiers are provided with not only food, but also appropriate armor for upcoming battles. It would be illogical to send warriors onto the battlefield on an empty stomach, but even more so for them not to have protection from the weapons of enemy forces. The initial cost of armoring soldiers will be far repaid in ensuring safety (as much as possible given a situation of war) and loyalty.

Personal comments: Lady Mai requested permission to help “re-design” the Oda soldier uniforms. It is difficult to refuse Lady Mai anything, however such a decision rests in the hands of Lord Nobunaga and Lord Hideyoshi – neither of whom find it easy to refuse Lady Mai either. However, Lord Mitsuhide has stated he has another task for Lady Mai… This prompted Lord Hideyoshi to use more words I am not comfortable writing down.

Two days after leaving the mountains, I arrived at Azuchi Castle. Kyubei left me waiting near the gate, while he alerted Mitsuhide to our arrival. Though I’d previously spent a couple weeks in the castle town, I’d never been inside Azuchi castle itself and I was happy enough to have some time within the gates to look around. Up close, the tenshu was impressive building, rising from a thick stone base, up seven stories to tower over the hillside. There was even a balcony surrounding the uppermost floor, and I wondered if Nobunaga spent much time up there. Must be nice to be able to see the entire countryside from your bedroom.

Feeling slightly like a gawking tourist, I took a step backward to get a better look, and –

WHAM!

I’d backed right into the path of a young man who’d been on his way inside, his arms loaded full of books and papers. The resulting collision sent the books to the ground and the papers into the air--

Where they were caught in a gust of wind and went flying toward the gates.

“I’m so sorry!” I helped him chase after the errant papers. We (actually I) caught most of them, but one got stuck in a tree, entangled in a branch about three meters off the ground. Without letting go of his armload of retrieved papers and books, the man tried to climb the tree, and ended up nearly dropping everything again.

Not wanting to repeat the whole chasing down experience, I piled the books, scrolls, and odd scraps of paper back in his hands and pointed to the one in the tree. “Don’t move. I’ll get that one,” I told him, and scampered up to retrieve the page. I jumped down and gave him the paper, which he accepted with a quick bow. “I hope you’ll be able to put them all back in order.”

“There was no order to it – although… that would make it easier to keep track of it all, wouldn’t it?” He shuffled everything into an untidy bundle and tucked it all under his arm. “Thank you for your assistance, and my apologies for walking into you.”

Now that I was no longer scrambling after his paperwork, I finally was able to get a good look at him – messy dark grey hair falling into distracted violet eyes and a lovely, but unfocussed smile. I’ve seen him before! The clumsy bookworm… Mitsuyori? No… Mitsunari. Well, how could I forget the booksellers’ most loyal customer (who never actually bought anything)? Of course, since I couldn’t admit to spending time in Azuchi disguised as an elderly bookseller, I kept my expression neutral and pretended this was our first encounter.

“Actually, I think I walked into you. I was looking up at the tenshu. It’s spectacular.” I turned my face to the top of the castle once more.

He nodded, then smiled at me again, this time at least seeming to register my presence. “I remember how I felt when I first came here two years ag- Oh no! Why am I here?”

He stared hard at the castle, as if some stray thought was eluding him the way the papers had nearly eluded me. Since I doubted the question was either rhetorical or existential, I stayed quiet while he continued to gaze at the castle walls. “I didn’t mean to come here today; I’m supposed to be -” His expression changed to panic when the guard on the towers called out the change in vigil. “I’m late! Please accept my apology for running you over.”

“Of course, but it was my fau-” I stopped because he had already turned around and rushed down the hill.

Huh.

I watched him until he disappeared from view.

Sweet.

But… possibly not tethered to reality.

“Katsu!” Kyubei tapped my arm to catch my attention. “We’re to meet Lord Nobunaga in the tenshu.”

Dismissing the young man from my thoughts, I followed Kyubei up (and up, and up) to the top of the tenshu, where Oda Nobunaga was waiting for us in his rooms. Without prompting from Kyubei, I bowed low, aware that this was a formal audience, and possibly the first test of my manners.

In return, Nobunaga lightly dipped his head. When I finally rose and met his eyes, there was a hint of amusement in them. As it turned out, Nobunaga remembered ‘Katsu’ from our encounter in Osaka earlier this year.

“Fortune works in interesting ways, for you’ve ended up working for me after all, Katsu.” He lounged on a dias in an indolent pose, but there was an aura of kinetic energy around him that suggested he could go from restful to predator in an instant. “However- did you not say that you worked for a merchant who is like a father to you? Mitsuhide left me with the understanding that he was reaching out to a man who has some dealings in espionage.”

I bowed again. “Is a spy not a merchant of information?” Then, because he seemed to be in limbo between trust and distrust,” I added. “My business in Osaka the day we met was personal. I was not there spying for my master, and indeed my work for him generally only involves delivering messages. I didn’t tell him that we’d met.” I might have done so otherwise had not so many other things not occurred that day. In fact, I was flattered Nobunaga remembered me at all given that someone had tried to kill him that night.

While he seemed to think that over, I took in my surroundings. Like Aki’s office, there was a western influence in Nobunaga’s rooms, although the European objects (huh, he had even had what looked like a child’s stuffed bear mixed in there) displayed amongst Japanese works were displayed with more taste and flair. It was like the difference between walking into an episode of hoarders, versus walking into a museum. Then again, Azuchi castle had only been completed a couple years ago – Nobunaga likely hadn’t had enough time to accumulate the volume of tchotchkes that necessitates a once-a-decade konmarie purge.

Politeness required that I stay quiet until spoken to, and in any case additional exploration would have to wait, as a pair of voices approached. The combatants were arguing so loudly that I could hear them long before they appeared in the doorway.

“- this must be the most ridiculous scheme you’ve ever dreamed up,” said one man, sounding like he had had it up to here with the other person. “You have yet to convince me that you have any chance of success.”

“My dear Hideyoshi, you don’t need to be convinced. You only need to stay out of the way,” came the reply in a cool, mocking tone of voice, as a silver haired man came into the room. At his heels was this ‘Hideyoshi’ – yet another man I recognized from the booksellers. If I thought he had looked frazzled back then, it was nothing compared to him now. He had the look of a man who woke up every day to discover that imps had rearranged his furniture and placed his desk directly in the path of his shin. Then again, the other man had the look of a person who would indeed rearrange furniture; then stand by to watch the fun. So perhaps Hideyoshi came by his frazzle honestly.

Both stopped talking when they saw me standing there. Both subjected me to long, assessing stares. Ok guys, dial it back a notch… I’m not a used car you’re buying off the internet. “This is the young man you’re going to pass off as a Princess?” Hideyoshi crossed his arms and frowned as he turned to Nobunaga. “My lord, please, put a stop to this now. There are other ways we can handle this situation.”

Hm… should I feel insulted or complimented? While I was glad that my male disguise was so convincing, it was hurtful not to be deemed feminine enough to portray a girl. Although it was also possible that Hideyoshi was so against this plan that even someone like Miyahara Satoko would not be considered feminine enough.

Ignoring Hideyoshi, the other man (who I was certain had to be Mitsuhide) circled me, apparently mentally kicking my tires… and if he thinks he can open the hood and peek into the engine, my tires are going to kick him back. “I hate to admit you have a point. It may be impossible to turn this one into a convincing woman.”

I was seconds away from throwing myself a gender reveal party when I caught the teasing expression in Mitsuhide’s eyes. Ah ha ha… he knew I was female. This was a test. With an exaggerated eyelash flutter, I dropped into a graceful and dramatic bow, and said in my best boy-pretending-to-be-a-girl falsetto, “Why Lord Aketchi, that wasn’t what you said when you propositioned me in Kyoto last week.”

That earned me a smothered laugh from Kyubei and a long look from Mitsuhide. He turned to Nobunaga. “She’ll do.”

“Yes. I have prior acquaintance with Katsu and have judged him quick witted and resourceful. Your plan has merit.” Nobunaga didn’t exactly finish his statement with the words, ‘the great and powerful Oz has spoken,’ … but it was implied.

Hideyoshi stepped back as if he had been stung. I almost felt sorry for him, but my ego was still pouting from before.

I turned back to Nobunaga, figuring I’d better let him in on my current disguise. “Thank you. As it happens, I’m actually-”

“I’m sorry!” A pretty woman about my age hurried into the room. She was the epitome of femininity, even with (especially with?) a smear of rice flour across her face, and I wondered why she hadn’t been tapped to portray this Princess. “Masamune has been teaching me how to make dumplings.”

Nobunaga patted the cushion at his side. “Should I be jealous of the time you’re spending with the one-eyed dragon?” But his scolding was accompanied by a fond smile that transformed his fierce mien into something softer and more approachable.

The woman snuggled into his side with a smile. “Perhaps I am learning to cook something special for you.” He kissed her hand and for a moment the two of them might have been encased in their own personal bubble. I looked away, feeling like I was spying on a private moment.

Mitsuhide had no such restraint. “Mai, might I interest in you in a rather large sewing commission?”

She sat up straight and looked at him with excited interest. “Do tell.”

Hideyoshi gestured to me. “This is Katsu. Can you possibly-” he sighed. “Turn him into a girl?”

That earned me her intense scrutiny. She smiled. “You mean, back into a girl.”

I like her.

“Little Mouse, you’re always surprising me with your hidden depths.” Mitsuhide turned his attention to Kyubei. “Akihira determined that this person-.”

“Katsuko.” Kyubei supplied my true name. “She’s been my contact through Akihira for the past four years and I believe she is suitable for this task.”

“I trust your judgment.” Mitsuhide bowed respectfully to Kyubei. It was a bow of a friend to a friend, not a master to a servant, and my estimation of Mitsuhide rose slightly in due to the positive way he treated his subordinate.

“Now hold on!” Hideyoshi’s frown had intensified and his hair puffed out in kinetic disapproval. “The only reason I agreed to this in the first place was because you agreed to find a boy to play the princess… It’s too dangerous otherwise.” He directed his final objection to Mai, as if hoping for a female voice to help overrule Mitsuhide.

“I can handle myself in combat.” Well. I could defend myself, at least, then run like hell. I gave Hideyoshi my best scornful look. “If you’re not convinced, I can prove it in your dojo or on your archery grounds.” I could prove it here and now, but I sensed that Hideyoshi had a low tolerance for sharp objects too close to Nobunaga. Speaking of… he hadn’t said a word yet either for or against my participation. I glanced over to see if I could glean what he made of all this.

Although one of his hands was playing with Mai’s hair, he was obviously paying attention to and amused by the whole scene playing out before him. “No need for that, Katsuko. The task is to pretend to be the fiancée of one of Hideyoshi’s vassals. The only danger, and the only reason we hoped for a boy is that women have a habit of falling in love with him. Which would make our problem worse, not solve it.”

A boy might pose the same complications, but… details. “Why does he need a pretend fiancée?” If they had an incurable flirt on their hands, maybe they could just give him a good talking to?

“We’re,” Nobunaga gestured to himself, Hideyoshi, and Mai, “making a diplomatic visit to Kanamori Mozumi, a daimyo who has recently begun to mine silver in his territory, to discuss an alliance. As Genba castle is renowned for containing an expansive archive, I intend to bring our strategist along. However, Mozumi also has a seventeen-year-old daughter - Shohime, who visited here last summer, and … it appears our strategist left quite an impression on her.”

“According to my sources,” Mitsuhide added, “Mozumi has contracted a marriage between Shohime and a Daimyo from Tsuruga, and he would not be pleased if anything were to ruin his plans.”

“Understood. Tsuruga is on the coast, and Mozumi wants access to trade routes to export the silver to Korea and China. With income from the silver and alliance with you, Lord Nobunaga, Mozumi will triple his power and influence – as long as he can keep both the son-in-law and your alliance.” It also confirmed Aki’s take on the situation in Hida. Given the increasing demand for Japanese silver, and it was clear that Nobunaga would prefer to keep relations with Mozumi peaceful. Granted, with his armies and allies, he could also just take over Mozumi’s territory, but why waste the manpower and time if Mozumi was willing to treat with him?

My job, apparently, was to make sure that Hideyoshi’s vassal didn’t distract the Kanamori princess from her contracted fiancé.

“Yes, that’s an accurate summary of the issues involved.” Rather than sounding pleased at my knowledge, Hideyoshi continued to look skeptical. Maybe he wasn’t used to women having a grasp of politics?

“I get to make a wedding kimono?” Mai’s look of excitement could probably brighten a dark room.

“It won’t reach that point – Katsuko is simply a diversion. But...” Hideyoshi looked at me and heaved a pained sigh. “She needs clothing that would reflect positively on the Oda.”

She rubbed her hands together. “When do we start?” Ok, this girl really takes her sewing seriously.

Mitsuhide gestured toward the door. “Preferably last week, but since that’s not possible, now will be acceptable.”

Without another word, Mai jumped to her feet, grabbed my hand, and literally dragged me out before I realized I hadn’t even learned the name of my fake fiancée. I half turned back to ask, but Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide were already nose-to-nose in another argument. Eeek. Better to just let them wallow in their U.S.T.

Mai led me through the castle to a room filled with various fabrics, and what looked like multiple projects in progress. A couple nearly-finished kimonos were displayed on racks – lovely jewel-toned pieces with intricate patterns and embroidery. “Stand there, please.” She pointed to a box and took out a long string to measure me.

“Oh. Let me just get rid of-” I wiggled out of the leather corset-binder that was keeping me flat. “I won’t be sorry to put that away for a few weeks.”

“There’s got to be a better way.” Mai looked at the binder with disgust. The better way would have been my sports bra, but it died even before my still mourned hoodie. Unfortunately, it’s not like we had access to lycra here. “Do you have any preferences? Color? Style?” Mai went to a writing desk where there was a stack of paper and several different sized brushes.

Androgyny… but make it fashion.

“Something not terribly restrictive. And. Not pink.” I shot a look at a turquoise kimono on display – that one was more or less to my taste.

“I must overrule that.” Mitsuhide stood in the doorway flanked by Hideyoshi. Apparently, they kissed and made up. “Soft pastels – including pink.”

“Pink is certainly appropriate,” Hideyoshi agreed.

Great. Now they agree.

Mai quickly wrapped a yukata around me. She pointed to the men in the doorway. “Out!”

Right. I wasn’t very well dressed. It’s not that I have no modesty… more that neither of them were looking at me as if I were an object of desire, but rather a tool to be sharpened and polished. Ignoring her, Mitsuhide undid my braid.

He visibly flinched at my hair.

Hideyoshi actually recoiled.

Yeah, it’s not in any particular style and there are pieces that are much shorter than the rest, causing it to stick out in chunks everywhere.

“What happened? Were you in a fire?” Kyubei had joined us and looked at my hair with fascinated revulsion.

“Fume did it.” And then I tried to fix it with my dagger.

Hideyoshi turned to Mai. “We’re going to need more maids.”

Cue Jaws theme in head.

After that, the afternoon passed in a blur of discussions, haircut, fittings, hand cream, face cream, cream cream and…

Help, I’m trapped in a makeover montage!

By the end of the ordeal, I was buffed and shined and primped and folded, spindled and mutilated until I didn’t recognize my reflection in the mirror that Mai had unearthed. I’d taken on plenty of identities over the past seven years, but this one seemed even further away from Katsuko than my old man disguise.

Also… I had zero likelihood of being able to replicate this complicated hairstyle on my own.

Mai adjusted one of the folds on the kimono – one of her own that she was loaning to me until she and her team could finish my – for want of a better word- trousseau. Then she turned me around to face the men who were judging my transformation.

Category is: Sengoku Princess Excellence.

“I’m ashamed to admit I never realized you were a girl.” Kyubei bowed to the new me.

“Thank you.” That was a nice compliment on both levels. “I’m sorry I teased you about the mountain path.”

“An improvement.” Only the most charitable would call Mitsuhide’s expression a smile. Smirk. He smirked. “One would hope you can manage to also behave demurely and gracefully, Okatsu.”

‘Okatsu?’ Hm, alright. Disguises were always easier when I thought of myself as a new person. And ‘Katsuko,’ as Fume had stated repeatedly, was not a common name here. As for demure and graceful… well the first three responses I thought of were neither demure, nor graceful, so I settled for a faint smile, downcast eyes, and plans to get even with Mitsuhide later.

Apparently though, Mitsuhide’s not so subtle jab earned me sympathy points from Hideyoshi… which might have been his objective after all? If so, well played, sir. “You look lovely, Okatsu, and I am sure your manners are acceptable.”

There wasn’t much I could add to that, so I simply gave Hideyoshi another appropriately demure smile, while I crossed my fingers behind my back that I could remember everything about protocol that Aki had tried to teach me. When all else fails, smile and nod.

Anyway, I supposed I was ready to meet my so-called fiancé. Who was… where was he anyway? Maybe he was hiding? “Er, this man I’m pretending to be engaged to… he is ok with this, right?”

Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi looked at each other. Silently. Possibly communicating telepathically.

Well, that wasn’t a good sign.

“He does, at least know about this?” I had no doubts that I could squash the overtures of an unrepentant flirt, or, even have a bit of fun with one if I were in the right frame of mind – but it would be easier if he had at least agreed to this plan before I was foisted upon him.

“Did you?” Mitsuhide asked Hideyoshi.

“Of course I did!” In his annoyance Hideyoshi looked like a puffer fish, trying to make himself look bigger to broadcast his defense. “I informed him last night. I believe he heard me.” Then, more softly. “Hopefully, he’ll remember.”

After this ominous tidbit, Mitsuhide said with obviously false cheer, “Of course he will remember. I’m certain he’s looking forward to meeting Okatsu.”

The looks on everyone’s faces ranged from disbelief (Kyubei) to outright worry (Hideyoshi)… well, Mai, at least seemed convinced as she fanned her wet eyes and let out a happy sob. “I love weddings.”

Hm. Against all current evidence, I trusted Mitsuhide. Alright, I didn’t trust him specifically, but from everything Aki and Kyubei had ever told me about him, I trusted that Mitsuhide knew what he was doing. But I wasn’t sure that he cared as much about the people enmeshed in his schemes as he cared about the schemes themselves. Probably this plan would work, but it wasn’t likely to be easy.

But hopefully, a nice quiet meeting between myself and Faux Fiance would clear up any confusion and allow us to figure out how to play thi-

“Well, shall we join them in the meeting hall, where Masamune has prepared a meal in honor of your engagement celebration?” Mitsuhide bowed and gestured us to the door.

Celebration? Just how many people will be witnessing my first meeting with… and what the heck was this man’s name anyway?

@lorei-writes @lyds323 @bestbryn @katriniac @briars7

#TBTMND #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #mitsunari ishida #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen mai #a mitsunari night's dream #oc: katsuko #katsuverse

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miguelswifey04 · 1 year

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your noir headcanons are adorable!!! may i request some headcanons or drabbles in like sorta that movie tangled au

awwww thank you so much <3 this is so cute !! this will be my own spin it!!

“gosh darn it.” noir muttered himself as he walked through the forest. he was lost, and grumbling curses under breath. he hated being lost but also being on the run because he was proclaimed as some form of thief, but honestly he couldn’t care less.

he would end up in the middle of the forest as he stumbled upon the tower that had vines and plants wrapped around it. he was curious, so he climbed up the tower where you resided in. trapped. he didn’t know you even lived there…what kind of person would even live so high up in the middle of nowhere? so he thought he had been lucky to find things inside the tower, he was a bit skeptical as he searched for any presence of life.

you being the headstrong person that you are and very brave at that you snuck up to that tall man who seemed to be wearing all black and a trench coat?? you whammed him with pan, knocking him silly 😭

using your long blonde magical hair you tied him up on the chair..he was seeing stars to say the least and was still grumbling under his breath. you were curious of him. he piqued your interest but you were skeptical. “who even are you?” holding the pan under the chin to tilt him fo look at you

noir was surprised a beautiful person like you was living in a solitary place like a tower. “none of your concern princess.” he smirked at you looking silly but you recoiled a bit at him calling you “princess.”

“i’m not a princess.” you remarked. you were ready to hit him again with the pan, but he pleased you not too, “woah woah woah, calm down a bit. i don’t think i want to bit whacked with a pan again,” he lightly chuckled but gulped a bit feeling restrained.

you calmed a bit then an idea came to you. he was your one way ticket out of the tower, and you wanted to explore the outside world. “okay. let’s make a deal. i’ll let you go but you have to—TAKE ME WITH YOU!” you suggested, “if not, i’m not gonna let you go.”

noir agreed to take you to see the lanterns that appear every day on your birthday if you would return his satchel filled with stolen jewels, including the lost princess's shiny crown.

it was a bit of a journey nonetheless but noir started to grow fond of you over time. surely at first you really annoyed him with your childish nature but of course you technically “never grew up” because your evil godmother only had used you for your magical hair to keep her forever young.

“so princess tell me about yourself?” he had a shit eating grin on his face and you hated it at first but you grew to actually love his smile or whenever he’d smirk at you. you couldn’t deny the fact he was actually pretty handsome but you ignored that fact.

noir found you stunning and he was attracted by your beauty and radiant aura that you always seemed to radiate. you were his brightest star in his most darkest hours.

you both shared your experiences and stories that made that bond that you both didn’t know y’all had, stronger.

he would causally hold on to your hair in his arms so you wouldn’t trip. if you were tired of carrying your own hair since it was LENGTHY he would have no problem holding it for you!!

you tired? he would carry you in his arms bridal carry style. idk but he likes to carry you whenever you were feeling tired OR would scoop you up just to tease you. he liked the way you got annoyed at him and he loved that feeling.

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a/n: this was fun to write ✍🏽

tags: @kairiscorner

#spiderman noir #peter parker #spider noir x you #spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x y/n #spider man noir #spiderman noir fluff #spiderman into the verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcanon #itsv #itsv headcanons #tangled #alternate universe #scenarios

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blackholesun321 · 11 months

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OK SO

this au has broken into my house and has been squatting in my head ever since i stumbled across it but my idea was since everybody now has an extra set of limbs what else can they do with them other than the intended use?

that’s right- they can hold shit, kinda like when your hands are full but you still got some bigger-than-hand-holding items you gotta carry and just press them between you arm and your body.

need to carry all the groceries? just start tucking the bags in there and hope the stuff doesn’t water physics around and just completely spill out the bag

need to carry all the pillows in the house to one spot for the ultimate pillowfort? tuck em in and spread em out when you get to the spot for a pillowy rain

gotta carry multiple small children, wiggley and otherwise? wham bam wing-timeout-hug-hip carry time. just be sure to not spread your wings when you got them tucked in there or they WILL fall

did i write all of that just to get other people to realize my vision of shanks or mihawk with a small child poking their head out from behind one of their shoulders while engulfed in their wings? maybe so

okthanksbyyee

I’m sorry this au has taken residence in your brain and not even paying rent? For shame. Hopefully this answer will willlay some of cost.

THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, PEOPLE! The world-building for people now having extra appendages – we could do so much with this. Consider people's new limitations, how buildings are designed, think about ships. What if it would be a disability to be without wings? There's so much you can do with this!

This is fucking adorable. I’m going to fudge the mechanics of wing motion bit for this to work properly (it’s one piece there’s a whole human sub species with an extra joint in their arms.) But yessss the idea it percolates.

I imagine Luffy wouldn't be too put out by a little inconvenience like not being able to fly. Besides, he's a rubber man and very durable now. So, he gets really good at scooping and holding things in his wings. He even grabs people and fights with them. Somehow, he even learned to kinda climb stuff with them. Since they are a part of him, assume he can control them just like the rest of his body. Given he's very durable, he'd be able to do normal things others wouldn't even consider with his wings.

Also, I'm now imagining Shanks' parents' Spidey sense going off and shooting out his wing to scoop Luffy up because he was about to fall right off the boat, get into a fight, eat something he shouldn't, or do a lot of Luffy things. I believe this would happen a lot, to the point where he has a second built Luffy sensor in his brain that has his wing shoot out to automatically grab Luffy before he maims himself. The only time he's cried over his lost wing was when he realized he wouldn't be able to hold all his kids at once. He was very drunk, and Ben was so done with his snot and tears by the end of it.

(this you shanks?)

Or Mihawk being interrupted by Marines or a fellow Warlord and just scooping the kids up into his wings to hide them. He can't do this when they're older and bigger, but more than once, out of nowhere, Mihawk would just scoop Zoro up into a feather burrito and not let him out until whoever was visiting was gone. It is very obvious Mihawk has something in his wing, and whenever he gets asked if he wants to put it down before they continue talking, all Mihawk does is glare at them until they move on to a different topic.

Also also, Wing Jail™️ becomes Shanks and Mihawk's go-to de-escalation tactics when it comes to kids. Doing something stupid? Wing Jail. About to fall off the boat? Wing Jail. Fighting with your siblings? Double Wing Jail. Can't stop crying, had a nightmare, are bored and don't want to move? You guessed it, Wing Jail.

This ask reminded me of the Janaca Bird. Which is fitting for this au because within this particular species the dads take care of the baby’s..

Look at him. ✨ A single mom who works to jobs! ✨ Now imagine Shanks or Mihawk with just little legs sticking out of the bottom of there wing.

Anyways amazing ask. Please give more to the stew, it shall be robust and rich by the end im sure!

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velvetwarfare · 7 months

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I ain’t even gonna limit one 💖 per person so y’all just gonna hear me gush about my mutuals in one post

💖 - @vehxmence first off Zulu gives 0 fucks and is so unbothered by drama I WANT TO BE THAT. If you’re looking for someone w no sugar coating and a frying pan to the face w blunt honesty, it’s Zulu. And god am I SO grateful for that. Vibes are immaculate too, art is immaculate. Mwah. She got me through a rough patch and I’m eternally in debt honestly I love her sm…..write w me.

💖 - @skxrbrand I know I’m fucking awful and fell off the warhammer boat but I still love seeing Jax’s posts in my dash tbh I will never tire of the shenanigans w Skar. Jax taught me how to get by on Tumblr and took part in a BIG portion of Betty’s backstory w Heliinx and Skaven shit in general. Like, without Jax, Betty wouldn’t have been this interesting and this entirely mad BFGVXBDV thank you for traumatizing her it’s for great character development LMAOOO

💖 - @moonlightsdew Zero get over here so I can love on you. Art? Mwah. Writing? Mwah. Vibes? MWAH. I adore writing with you so much I just RRRRR every time you reply I fucking LAUNCH myself at my phone like YES MORE DRAMA MORE ANGST MORE FLUFF MORE ENTIRELY FUCKED UP PLOTS. That new AU you created? Amazing. I’m hooked. Ily.

💖 - @mothvalentino ughhhhHHHH YOUR VAAAAAAL. I already went off about your portrayal but I’m doing it again honestly LMAO thank you for letting me express Betty’s backstory and not running away because it’s a LOT to unpack but I’ve been thoroughly enjoying our threads 🖤 I also love the backstory you’ve given Val too, it’s interesting to see their similarities and differences and how what was once an entirely uncared for business deal became unlikely friendship in the end. that’s the GOOD SHIT I’m so excited to explore more of them

💖 - @hclluvahctel you deal w my jumble of ramblings and random ideas and I fuck w that so hard because you don’t tell me to shut up and seem to actually enjoy them so thank you GFHDBDGF I love the Candle and Adam interactions, I love little Avalon sm, I love that it was you that inspired her fallen verse to begin with weeps your icons are also v aesthetically pleasing to look at

💖 - @infernal-feminae fucking BETTY AND ROSIE MAN. PAIN. LOVE AND PAIN. LOVE HOW IT GOES FROM PURE ANGST TO THEM CONSTANTLY SMACKING EACH OTHER’S ASSES. LOVE THE CHAOTIC LESBIAN DYNAMIC. I also love your Carmilla sm that dancing event was so cute and I genuinely love seeing you on my dash good shit good food

💖 - @heliacalxrising your lucifer gives me life hello the emotional description and vulnerability has me wanting to squeeze him and protect him like a little flower……what a baby boy. I feel many things reading your writing which is a splendid thing because I admire writers who portray emotion well enough to where I can feel the character’s emotion myself and it’s always this warm soft feeling u give me

💖 - @doublejango bro I’ve only known you for two days and I’d die for both you and blitzo. you are so sweet and the excitement is contagious, thank you for being excited w me to write and with only two replies in I was like oh yeah. oh yeah, this is both hilarious and going to go places. it’s gonna be one of those movies where it’s all funny and crack shit at first then WHAM BAM ALAKAZAM TRAGEDY AND CRUSHING TRAUMA BONDING and I am fucking HERE for it. let’s GO

#🐀 OOC. 🐀

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ijustreallylikepirates · 7 months

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So my Alenick fanfic kinda blew up a bit so I decided I was going to do a small continuation of it 👍🏻

So this is a little different from the first part. Just to warn yall: there’s a little more making out and swearing, but also subtle smut. Not too much, but if that’s not the kind of thing you read just scroll. Anyways I hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading and ily all!!! <3

So. My first date with Nick.

It was great, there was nothing I would change about it. We went out to dinner at this nice fancy restaurant. Nick paid. It was very expensive but he’s such a gentleman (and a rich kid) that he didn’t complain.

We were talking and laughing all night. Nick even threw a couple of dirty jokes my way and I maybe might have told him one or two myself.

But what blew me away about this night was seeing Nick in that dashing suit and tie he was wearing. I was just wearing a simple t-shirt with a cardigan pulled over it and my nicest pair of jeans I had.

When he first picked me up and I first saw him in that suit, I just froze and thought to myself, ‘Wow, he’s really hot.’

But enough about his suit. (But like the suit…) After dinner, I stupidly asked if he was going to drive me home or if I was gonna have to hoof it home.

He just laughed and said, “Why don’t you come back to my place and we can watch some movies together on my couch?”

I just smirked and said, “Sounds wonderful. Wasn’t really ready to end the night anyways, I was just afraid to ask for more of your time.”

Nick chuckled and opened the passenger side door of his blue ass car for me. “You’ll never take up too much of my time, Passenger Princess. Hop in.”

I sat my old ass on the car seat and he shut the car door, then he rounded around the car and got into the drivers seat. We drove home listening to old hits from the 90s, including old bands like Wham!, R.E.M, and Weezer. And trust me, you do not want to hear Nick when he listens to Say It Ain’t So.

When we got back to his house, he opened the car door for me like I was royalty. I mean, I was the passenger princess wasn’t I?

He unlocked the front door and gestured for me to go in. “Hot old men first.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I’m literally 4 years older than you. I’m not that old.”

“You’re literally 30, old man,” he said, giggling as I walked through the door. He discreetly shut the door behind us.

I looked around his house. For a rich white man his house wasn’t very extravagant. It’s cozy and warm, which is the kind of house I like. I’m not looking for a rich man anyways. Just someone who will treat me right. Like Nick.

I walked over to his couch. I didn’t even notice he was following me until he came up behind me and slapped my ass.

I jumped and laughed. “Stop! Oh my God!” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, then threw him onto the couch.

The couch creaked loudly and he laughed. I threw myself on top of him and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me harder.

Then I pushed off of him and said, “Let’s actually watch movies like we said we were and not make out again. We can save that for the library bathroom.”

Nick chuckled, then sat up. “You’re a dork.” He grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. “What do you wanna watch?”

I snatched the TV remote out of his hand and said, “Are you sure you want to let me pick the movie?”

Nick gave me a side eye and said, “Whatever you want, sexyback.”

I clicked a couple buttons on the remote and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I put the remote down on the couch, then looked over at Nick.

He was giving me a bored look.

I giggled and said, “What? I told you that you shouldn’t have let me pick the movie.”

Nick just laughed and said, “I’ll make it work.”

Nick stood up and walked behind the couch and opened a door, then disappeared inside the room. He came back out with a blue fleece blanket.

He sat back down next to me on the couch and draped the blanket over our legs. He pulled the ottoman over and pat the spot in front of me with his hand, then propped his feet up. I propped mine up next to his.

I turned my head to him and asked with a smile on my face, “Why are you treating me like royalty?”

He smirked and said, “Because you deserve it, my Prince. Wait, actually…” He blushed a little, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder. “My King.”

Now I was blushing! I smiled and kissed the top of his head. I turned my head back to the TV and wrapped my arm around his waist.

He turned his head back to the TV as well and laid his head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head again and laid my head on top of his.

We sat and watched the movie for a while, up until the part where Harry got to Diagon Alley with Hagrid. I was convinced Nick had fallen asleep for a long time. He had his eyes closed but that theory was immediately debunked when Nick’s eyes shot open, just for him to squeeze my ass, call me sexyback, and go back to watching the movie. I swear, sometimes this man is too much.

A little more into the movie when Harry had arrived at Platform 9 3/4, Nick stared me down until I finally turned my head to look at him. He looked around suspiciously and asked me, “So… wanna make out a little more?”

I blushed and smirked. “Sure, why not British boy?” Before he could say a word, I threw my hands on his neck and shoved my lips onto his.

He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist.

After that long kiss, he pulled away from me. I leaned in for another kiss but he shoved his finger on my lips. “Wait a second.” He turned his body to the side again, then hoisted his leg over my waist and made himself comfortable on my lap, coming face-to-face with me. “Now you can kiss me.”

I smirked and said, “You’re a daredevil.” I put my hands around his waist. “I like that in a man.”

He wrapped his arms around my body as I kissed him. His lips were so warm, his hands so soft as they made their way under my shirt and up my back.

I grabbed his shirt in my hands and kissed him harder. He moved his hand up my back and to my neck, then into my hair.

But he slowly untangled himself from me. He put his hands on my shoulders and smirked before asking me, “So, uh… wanna take this to my bedroom?”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. This man was the Devil himself! I raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Lead me there.”

He winked, then got up off my lap and grabbed my hand. He dragged me up off the couch, then off to the room where he had retrieved the blue fleece blanket from.

As soon as he shoved the door closed, he took me by my shoulders and shoved me against the door, then pressed his lips on mine.

I quickly grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. He kissed me harder, his hands traveling up my shirt.

We made out at the door for a while, then he brought his hands back to my chest and pulled away from me. He pulled my cardigan off, then the t-shirt under it.

I quickly mirrored his actions and started to unbutton his suit vest. Once I pulled the vest off, I untied his tie and threw it on the ground. He pressed another kiss on my lips as I unbuttoned his white button-down and slipped it off his arms.

As our clothes lay in a heap on the floor, he went to grab at my belt. I pushed him back and asked, “What are we doing?”

He raised his eyebrow, his hand still held out, and asked me, “What do you mean? I thought we were gonna…” He spun his hand around in circles, meaning exactly what you think it means.

I raised my eyebrow back and said, “Yeah, but at the door?”

He laughed, then placed his hands on my waist and said, “We can take this to my bed.” He put his lips up against mine, just barely enough space to let out a shaky breath. “If you want.” As the whisper escaped his mouth, I could feel his hot breath on my chin.

I sneaked a quick kiss from him, then took his arms and wrapped them around my neck. “That would be easier,” I said. “But I’m gonna be the top.” I poked his chest for emphasis.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever, sexyback.”

I winked at him, then continued to pick him up off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

He quickly did so, and I grabbed him under his thighs to keep him up. I walked over to his bed and threw him down on the mattress. Then I quickly hopped on the bed, right on top of him.

He stared at me with a sly grin on his face. I gave him one back. We both grabbed at each other’s belts at the same time and well… things went on from there.

As I woke up the next morning in Nick’s bed, I looked over to my right and saw he wasn’t there next to me. I looked to the front and saw the bedroom door wide open, the smell of bacon wafting through my nose. He must be making us breakfast. What a gentleman.

I looked over to my left and saw he had left me a clean folded white towel on the nightstand next to me. I smiled, then took the towel and got out of his bed.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, just in case Nick decided he wanted to stare at me through the door. Sneaky Brit.

I walked across the room and quietly opened the bathroom door in his bedroom. I snuck inside and closed it just as quietly as I had opened it.

I turned his shower on, took off my glasses, and put my hair down, then hopped in.

As I cleansed myself of what we, uh… did… last night, I could hear Nick belting out Billy Joel in the kitchen…

And he could not sing!

But I knew this song…

So I started singing the lyrics along with Nick. “Sing us a song, you’re the piano man / sing us a song tonight / we’ll, we’re all in the mood for a melody / and you’ve got us feelin’ alright”

Nick paused in the kitchen. I paused mid way through shampooing my hair as he switched the music off.

I heard his footsteps and then: “Am I really that bad of a singer?”

I laughed. “You shouldn’t quit your day job.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I get to spend many hours of my day with you when I’m at work.”

I didn’t say anything back, I just blushed.

I heard the floorboards creak as he started walking back to the kitchen. “You have really nice voice.”

I couldn’t say anything before he walked away.

I just finished my shower, blushing wildly. Once I got out, I quickly started to get dressed.

Nick had turned the music back on and the song Movin’ Out was now playing. I hummed along with the music as I pulled on my pair of jeans that I wore last night back on. I didn’t have any other pants, I guess I’ll just put a different pair on when I get home later.

As I strapped my belt through the belt loops, my phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. I picked it up and I saw a text from Nick: ‘Don’t leave the bathroom. My girlfriend just got home. Be really quiet and don’t respond to this text.’

My heart started to race. He told me he didn’t love his girlfriend anymore. He failed to mention he didn’t ever break up with her.

As I stopped my humming, I heard Nick in the other room talking to a woman: his not-so-ex-girlfriend. I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

As his girlfriend walked into the bedroom, I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing and stood as far away from the bathroom door as I could go.

Silence. Then: “Nick!”

Nick came into the room. “Yeah?”

“Would you mind telling me what this is?” she asked him in an angered tone.

Uh oh. I don’t recall leaving anything behind that could’ve given away the fact that Nick was cheating on her. Right?

“What do you mean?” Nick had that tone in his voice that obviously meant he knew what she meant.

“Why did I happen to find a lock of brown hair on your bed? Your hair is blonde and so is mine! Whose hair is this?”

My hair! Of course a piece of my hair had to fall out onto the bed!

“I…uh…” Nick started.

“Yes!? What girl did you sleep with while I was gone?”

“Hey, it wasn’t even a girl, okay!?” Nick shouted.

Nice move, Nick. I almost smacked my forehead, but then remembered I couldn’t make any sound.

It must feel great to find out your boyfriend tried out men while you were gone. ‘Surprise, I’m gay now!’ Love it.

“It’s a guy,” Nick said, as if it wasn’t obvious.

A beat.

“Why did you do it, Nick?”

“I’m sorry, I just… I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry I kept that from you for so long. This wouldn’t have happened.”

More silence.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that earlier?” she asked. “I would’ve understood.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I do understand. We can… end our relationship if that’s what you want.”

A small silence, then from Nick: “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

I took my hand off my mouth slowly.

Then, Nick said, “He’s actually still in the bathroom right now! Wanna meet him?”

Fuck!

I might have to kick Nick’s ass when I get out of this bathroom.

“Sure?” Nick’s now-ex-girlfriend said skeptically.

I stayed silent in my position.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. “Alec, you can come out now,” Nick said softly. He sounded a little seductive but maybe that’s just my Nick-infused brain working overtime.

I sighed, then said, “Hold on.”

If I was to go out and meet Nick’s ex, I definitely wanted to do it with a shirt on. I slipped on my t-shirt and cardigan, then squeezed out my hair with the towel and tied it into ponytail. I cleaned my glasses before propping them up on my nose. Then I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Standing there next to Nick was a blind woman in a white casual business suit. Her face was dotted with freckles.

I awkwardly waved and stood in the doorway. Then Nick walked forward and grabbed my arm, then pulled me into the bedroom to stand next to him.

“Alec, this is Lennie.” Nick gestured to his ex. “Lennie, this is Alec.”

I waved again, and she waved back.

An awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

“So I guess you’ll want me to move out now,” Lennie said, crossing her arms.

Nick’s face washed over with panic. “What!? No! You bought the house. You should have it! I’ll find somewhere else to live!”

I looked from Lennie, to Nick, then back to Lennie. “Yeah, he can live with me in my house!”

Nick blushed but Lennie said, “No, I’ll move out. I wanted to get a different house anyway. Now I have a reason for a new house.”

Without another word, she left the bedroom.

Nick and me just stood in silence. Then Nick said, “So the house is gonna be pretty empty without Lennie around-“

“You want me to move in, don’t you?”

Nick laughed. “Maybe. If you want.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sure. I need some company anyway.”

Later on, Nick drove me home.

Once Lennie moved bought a new house and moved out, I packed my bags and moved in. It was gonna be a… different experience living in the same house as Nick but hey! I know the experiences we do share will be great!

Anyways I hope yall enjoyed this!! Again, if this wasn’t your type of thing, don’t come at me please 🙏🏻 anyways ily all, have a good day and love alenick 🔥🔥🔥

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only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are · 2 years

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Redwood Psychiatric Institute - Part 1

MASTERLIST

Edit: Not me accidentally giving the dr two names - I originally had him as Morgan but changed it to Wilson later. I must have left a Morgan in there. Sorry for the confusion!!

Note: This was going to be in two parts, but I thought it would make more sense to combine them and put them in one post. So if you've already read the 1st bit, please keep reading!

Also, Happy New Year! I wanted to kick off 2023 with some whump writing that I'm proud of.

CWs: noncon drugging, forcedsedation, medical restraints, medical gaslighting, forced 'mental illness' treatment

"The psychiatric hospital stands tall with three story buildings, a sprawling lawn, and 6 foot fences enclosing the entire property." The figure narrated from the edge of the grounds. “In the moonlight, it’s an eerie sight to behold.”

He paused the recording temporarily to fiddle with the settings on the microphone, and snap another photo on his camera. ‘Low battery!’ warned the camera.

“Damn..” He muttered under his breath.

He turned back to look up at the building, and suddenly heard a twig snap behind him. He froze in place. It was just his mind playing tricks on him, he reasoned. He was alone. He didn’t speak again - just in case. The wind howled through the trees off in the distance. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

“Who’s there?” He breathed.

No response. The woods stood silently swaying in the breeze.

WHAM!

Something slammed into his back, knocking him to the ground. The camera and recorder were sent flying, the air was shoved out of his lungs from the impact. He didn’t even get the chance to scream, before something sharp pricked his neck. The world dissolved into darkness.

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His eyes flew open to find that he was lying on a bed.

'It was just a dream, Rowan. Take a breath. You’re home. You’re safe.'

He looked around. Except, he wasn’t home. He was in a vast, empty room with pristine white walls and white linoleum flooring. Definitively not-home.

'Where am I?'

The door cracked open.

'Finally, someone to explain what’s going on,' Rowan thought.

Three men stepped in. The first, a middle-aged, medium build man with small round glasses, a clean-shaven face and wearing a doctor’s coat. The other two were well built, tall, and wore white nurses’ scrubs. One had a scar below his left eye, with thick, dark curly hair on his head, and the other had blonde cropped hair and a mean-looking jaw. Blondie also had a nasty black eye.

These were not exactly the people Rowan was expecting.

The doctor gestured for the two nurses to stand in front of the door, and then he slowly approached Rowan’s bed.

“Hello again. Glad to see you’re awake.” The man had a calm, quiet manner of speaking as he sat on the end of Rowan’s bed.

“Uh.. hi.” Rowan said slowly.

“Ah, I’m sorry.. one moment.” The doctor pulled a small penlight from the pocket of his coat, and shine it in each of Rowan’s eyes. “Hm..”

“Am I in hospital?” Rowan asked as the doctor put away the light.

The man glanced at the two in front of the door, before turning back to Rowan. “You don’t remember?” He asked, his cool tone giving nothing away.

“No. I was.. what..” Rowan sighed, furrowing his brow as he tried to remember how he’d gotten in this room.

Oh! The article!

“Well, I was conducting an.. article on a mental hospital.” He said, trying to mimic the doctor’s cool tone. Technically, he wasn’t lying. But he couldn’t let on the full truth, either.

“I see.”

“And then.. and then…”

'I can’t remember. What happened between the woods outside, and here?'

“Can you tell me your name?” The Doctor asked, pulling Rowan out of his thoughts.

“Rowan Murdock.”

“I see, Rowan..” The man glanced at the two nurses again.

“I’m a journalist for The Daily Press, maybe you’ve heard of me?”

The man looked back at Rowan. “Ah.”

“Look, am I in a hospital?” Rowan asked.

The man sighs softly. “What I’m about to say might be very hard to hear. I want you to stay calm, or those two orderlies will have to give me a hand, alright?” He asked, pointing with his chin at the two men in front of the door.

“Okay…” Rowan murmured. “Just, tell me.”

“Yes. You are in a hospital. But... Your name isn’t Rowan Murdock. It’s James Lawton. And you’re in a psychiatric hospital.”

Breathe, Rowan. Just breathe. Stay calm.

“But- that can’t be right. The last thing I remember was walking through the forest. On the outside of Redwood Psychiatric."

"Well, at least you remember the name of this place. You're a patient here - this is Redwood." The Doctor explained, gesturing around the room.

"But I'm not. That's what I'm trying to tell you! There's been some kind of mistake." Rowan pressed, fighting to keep his voice level. "My name is Rowan Murdock, and I'm a journalist. Not a crazy person."

"Listen, James. Take a deep breath. You're in good hands here. Of course you aren't crazy. That's a very outdated and harmful term. You just need help. There's nothing wrong with that." The Doctor placated. "And you've clearly lost your memory after the relapse caused by your escape attempt. So let me refresh your memory. My name is Doctor Wilson. You voluntarily placed yourself in the care of this hospital four months ago, after an increase in hallucinations, paranoia and violent behaviour. The most accurate diagnosis for your symptoms is schizophrenia. I'd like to continue working on your treatment with you, James."

"My name isn't James. If you found my camera, or looked in my-" he'd started to reach for his pant pocket as he spoke, only to realise that the clothes he had been wearing had been replaced by a thin white hospital gown. "-pocket… Well you must have, then. You'd have found my ID, with my name on it. Rowan Murdock."

"We didn't find any camera or ID, James."

"Stop calling me that." Rowan protested.

"As your Doctor, it is not my place to play along with your hallucinations. I will only set back your recovery further."

"But I'm not your patient! You can't do this!" Rowan fought back tears.

"Take a deep breath, James. You voluntarily committed yourself to our care, meaning that you gave your permission to be here. We can even show you the paperwork if you like. We can keep you here for as long as we think necessary to treat you, because you legally gave us permission to do so." The Doctor tried in a soothing voice. "In a moment, Nurse Dean will bring your meds. You're going to take them for me, and you're going to calm down, okay?"

Rowan stared at the wall, refusing to meet the Doctor's gaze. A knock sounded at the door, and the two orderlies stepped aside to open the door. A man entered, wearing nurse's scrubs and carrying a tray with a dozen small wax paper cups, each with names printed on them.

"Hello, James." The man said as he stepped up to the bed, handing the tray to the orderlies and picking up a cup with James Lawton on it. "Glad to see you're back with us. Here's your meds." He held the cup out to Rowan.

Rowan reached out and took it, holding up the small cup to inspect the half a dozen pills of different colours and sizes. "What are all of these for?"

“James, you might not remember, but I have told you this before - I can’t tell you, or any of the other patients’, that. You’d only try to avoid certain medications to avoid their effects.” Nurse Dean said firmly. He pushed the tablets closer to James. “Come on, take them. You know the drill, if you don’t take them, we have to inject the medication anyway. So you choose - easy way or hard way.”

Rowan stared into the cup for a moment longer, then slowly tipped the pills back into his mouth. And proceeded to subtly tuck them under his tongue.

“Open wide.” Nurse Dean pulled out a tongue depressor, and used it to check in Rowan’s cheeks, and then lifted the patient’s tongue. When he found the tablets, he sighed. “James….”

The nurse lifted the pills onto the wooden stick, then deposited them all at the back of his throat. Then, he placed his hand on Rowan’s throat and massaged firmly, forcing him to swallow the assortment of drugs. Rowan’s throat hurt from the large mass being shoved down his gullet all at once. He coughed, and the Doctor picked up a paper cup from the bedside table, and handed it to Rowan, who took it gratefully and swallowed several mouthfuls of water from the cup.

“I’m sorry. But that one’s on you.” Nurse Dean took back the tray of pill cups from the orderly, and turned to leave. “See you, James. Behave for Doctor Wilson.”

Rowan didn’t say a word as the nurse left, cataloguing the doctor’s name away - information that he was likely supposed to already have, but he didn’t want to add fuel to the Doctor’s claims that he had lost it. He balled the bedsheet in his fists for a few minutes in silence, until he realised Doctor Wilson was talking to him.

“-I’m very disappointed in you, James. You’re going to have to try better than that.” Doctor Wilson said, brow furrowed.

“Ma nerm.. isen J-” Rowan stopped, realising his tongue was thick and heavy in his mouth, and words and syllables weren’t coming out properly. “Wh-”

The fluorescent lights were blurring above his head. He couldn’t hear, the world had been submerged in water. Where was he again?

'The article. Something to do with the article. He said-'

'I didn’t-'

'Where am I?'

'Why is everything moving. It hurts.'

'Let me sleep.'

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James lay on the hospital bed, his head lolling around. He was blinking furiously, trying to stay with it, but they’d put him on such a high dosage that his efforts were futile.

Doctor Wilson stood and pulled the blanket off of his patient. He then turned to the orderlies. “Move him to the maximum security padded room, and restrain him.”

“Yes, Doctor Wilson.”

The two orderlies approached the semi-conscious patient, picking him up from underneath his armpits, and began dragging him down the hallway.

“Excellent.” Doctor Wilson stepped out the room and closed it behind him.

He walked down the hall of the hospital, following closely behind the orderlies with James. He stepped in front of them, and opened the door with his thumbprint so that they could enter.

The orderlies placed James on a small, frameless bed against one padded wall. The young man looked tiny as he curled into himself on the mattress, wispy strands of his short caramel hair hanging in his eyes. The orderly with the scar reached under the bed and pulled up padded cuffs that had straps attached to them, with the other ends of the straps sewn into the mattress. As the orderlies and Doctor Wilson held James down and started placing his arms and legs in the restraints, the patient tried to pull away, but he was too weak in his drugged state. With ease, the three men restrained him to the bed.

Doctor Wilson and the orderlies left the room, closing the door behind them. Doctor Wilson knew that there would be a problem when his patient woke up, but he or the other staff would be watching from the cameras inside the room.

“Martin, I need you to destroy that camera and ID.” Doctor Wilson said to the curly-haired orderly.

“Yes sir.”

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PART 2

Taglist (there will be more parts so please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!): @whatiswhump and @jancameforthewhump

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