#because he will watch and observe anyone in absolute fascination; there's wonder in the little things!

[frystsnow]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄?

when they're already watching you.ㅤㅤyou know. you always know when they're looking and especially when they're not. you feel their eyes on you and at first you just feel it. you pretend not to notice and you smile to yourself. it's warm. and maybe it's foolish and cliche but there are butterflies in your stomach and that's the feeling you want to hold onto. so you do. you count the appropriate amount of seconds which feel like minutes. then you lift your own eyes and meet theirs and those butterflies turn into fireworks. they see you and you see them. and there is nothing more comforting and exhilarating as that.

taggedㅤ\ㅤ@rosahope ily<3 taggingㅤ\ㅤ@faetides, @drakyns, @kindgun, @vilence, @pomniegranate + you! steal it from me and tag me >:3c

[multifandomthoughts]

Mercs with a reader who’s like Mitsuri

Heavy

Heavy really appreciates you. He likes to cook, and when he does, he makes huge portions. So seeing that you eat a lot, it makes him happy. The last thing he would want is for you to go hungry.

He was curious one day, and wanted to see if you could lift Sasha. So he gave you permission to pick his gun up, with the caveat that you had to be extremely careful with her. Was pleasantly surprised and pleased to see that you could lift her with ease.

Compared to his serious and stoic demeanor, he loves how bubbly and happy you are! It really makes his heart flutter, even if he doesn’t outwardly show it.

He also loves how absolutely authentic you are to yourself. If anyone says anything negative about you, they’re going to find the end of his fists. Nobody hurts you and gets away with it, not on his watch.

Engineer

“Heavy load, coming through!” Is something you’re going to hear much more from him now that you’re around. With your permission and assistance, he can build bigger and heavier contraptions! He’s incredibly grateful, because even though he himself is strong, you’re much stronger than him.

Just like Heavy, it’s normal in his family to have big meals, so at first he wasn’t sure how you would react to him giving you so much food. But he’s incredibly joyful once he sees that you’ve finished your plate and asked for more! You’ll definitely fit in at the family barbecues.

When he’s having a bad day, it always makes him at least the little bit happier when you’re around. You’re so bubbly and sweet that he can’t possibly be upset much longer.

Has tried to arm wrestle you with his gunslinger before, just out of curiosity. He wanted to see how far your physical strength actually went. You lost obviously as you can’t out force a robot arm.

Medic

Is absolutely fascinated by how strong you are despite you not looking it. Definitely wants to do experiments on you to determine why this is the case. Is there something that makes you different than the others? Or is it just pure natural strength?

Observes you from a distance, just watching you interact with the others. Is probably the one least likely to call you a monster, he thinks you’re a perfect specimen.

Doesn’t say anything, but he thinks it’s very attractive when you lift very heavy things. It sends a shiver down his spine that he has to shake off. He might ask you to help him declutter his office sometime as it has some very large medical instruments that need removing.

Is also impressed about how much you can eat, and wonders if how much you eat correlates to how you were able to retain all that muscle mass. Not so discretely takes notes on you while eating.

Demoman

When he hears about how strong you are, he wants to see if you can wield the eyelander. When you can, he shows you the power of wielding both the eyelander and the chargin’ targe. He teaches you how to use them, because he figures that you have enough muscle mass to keep you safe.

When he gets a new barrel or box full of materials he asks if you can help him move it so he can get to work on making more of them. When you do, you happily talk to him all the way, helping to motivate him to work harder.

Because you can eat so much, he wonders if you can drink a lot as well. Challenges you to a drinking contest, and when you inevitably lose, he apologizes profusely. Is still incredibly impressed about how far you got though.

Though, he does tell you how cute you were while drunk. You thought you were bubbly sober? Take it to another level whole nother level. You were giggling, cracking jokes and cuddling up to him.

Pyro

They knew you were a fun person the first time they laid their eyes on you. This is another person who will relate to being called a monster and will not hesitate to torch whoever did it.

When they bake, they ask you to be their taste tester! They want to make sure everything is right, and if it takes a batch or two, that’s okay! Your voracious appetite won’t be ruined if you have a few cupcakes!

When they want to make a big bonfire outside (much to the chagrin of others.) They also ask you to help them find some large kindling so that they can have a big party!

Pyro also loves hugs, and you can often be seen either picking them up in a hug, or carrying them across your shoulder. They’re surprisingly light, even with the suit and it makes them incredibly happy that you pick them up.

Scout

Like Demoman, he is incredibly interested to see how much food you can eat. Challenges you to a food eating contest, but this time, he loses. He’s absolutely miserable after the fact, but thinks you’re so cool for eating that much food.

Scout loves running with you, and loves that you can actually keep up with him. You’re nimble and quick like him, and it causes him to want to keep doing his best.

Despite him being a bit ruder, and a bit more brash, you two are constantly chattering like birds, talking about basically everything, no matter how stupid the things coming out of his mouth may be.

You stand up for him when he gets attacked, because as much as he can be annoying he doesn’t deserve to be beaten up like a bully in high school

Soldier

Is suspicious of you at first. Your arms and legs are tiny, how could you possibly be as strong as you say they are? The rest of the mercs must have been just been nice to you. That is, until he sees you clock an enemy with just your strength during a battle.

From then on, considers you to be a real American soldier, perfect for the battlefield of life. Helps you find what weapons would be the best suited for you, since weight isn’t a problem.

Applauds you on your abilities in the battlefield, and sticks close to you. Nobody is better than him, and he just wants to make sure that you’re taking his war tips to heart.

When dinner time comes, he’s incredibly shocked at how much you eat, and is lowkey concerned that you’re overdoing it. You’re tiny, you don’t want to make yourself sick on the mission tomorrow!

Sniper

You work with him as somewhat of a bodyguard when he’s on high ground. He can view the area in front of him, while you make sure that nobody is sneaking up on him from behind. You’re strong enough to make sure nobody gets to his perch.

In the off time though, he likes having barbecues in the front of his vans. You’re incredibly fond of them, and the first time you have a barbecue with him, he realizes that he won’t have to worry about leftovers.

Whenever he needs help with his van, he requests your help. Whether it’s the inside or the outside, he knows that he can count on you. Usually it’s that the van needs a new tire or some new wiring, and you’re always willing to help.

Being someone who is tall and lanky but moderately strong, he relates to you. There’s one big difference between the two of you though, and that’s that he’s really quiet. Your chattering actually helps him feel more comfortable because it lets you control the conversation and allows him to say what he needs to say without having to speak up too much.

Spy

Just like Sniper, Spy enjoys listening to you talk. However, because Spy is a more realistic person, your positivity helps balance out the tone of your conversation. When he’s having a particularly bad day, just listening to you talk is helpful to ease your mind.

He definitely wants you to try some of his home cooked food, because while he noticed you eat a lot of food, you love everything that you eat. He just hopes that you aren’t put off by French portion sizes.

Quite likes how you are nimble and quick. Had you not be so talkative, he thinks you’d make quite a good spy. He does teach you how to be a bit more silent so you can sneak up on scout though.

Is confused why people would call you a monster, had they never seen someone so strong before? He likes it that way, so you don’t have to rely on him as much, and that makes him much more likely to help you on the rare occasion you do need it.

[nonexistent-morals]

canon Madara meets fanon madatobi.

Madara wins (he absorbs Kaguya or sth or imagine she doesn't exist) and he made infite tsukuyomi possible.

He's the only one left in the world. Bored king decides to be nosy so uses his rinnegan to peek into other dimensions (because that's a thing he can do because alien ninja magic). If he'd made different choices, walked different routes, the what ifs.

He finds one where he's the shodai Hokage and he's making out with Tobirama on his lap. why?? Him??

He changes places with fanon Madara for reasons.

This took a bit to get written out, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

The thing about being a god in a world of dreams is that eventually you get tired of your own. And for Madara, life at this point after the war has been won, and all things are said and done, after he's had his dream, he's bored. Bored and alone, so like all gods do when Boredom strikes, he's decided to just have a little peak at the other perfect worlds.

First he dipped into hashirama's dream, easily taking the place of the false madara in it, and they had their usual dance on the training fields, and then they went to lunch with his family (mito, tobirama, hashirama's children and izuna). Its funny how hashirama's perfect world has his little brother alive and well, but i suppose thats exactly like hashirama, alway kind and thoughtful.

But even so with how nice a dream it is, there's one thing that with absolute certainty that bothers madara. Senju tobirama, ever observant even in his brothers dream, except its not just his brothers dream, but both of theirs. Tobirama's and hashirama's dreams are connected as are really anyone from founding of the village who are here now. Its a jarring realization.

Madara leaves after the lunch letting false madara go back to his dream life, not because he wants to, but because tobirama had been giving him this look of suspicion when his brother wasn't paying attention . Somehow how he's missing something about tobirama's part of the dream, and clearly its enough to make him scrutinize his actions.

So now madara is watching his false self parade around hokage tower, doing paperwork, giving orders, and currently walking into the white haired senjus office. It makes him wonder if this part of the dream is hashirama wanting them to get along or tobirama scheming.

Madara's not really paying any attention to their conversation, he's to busy looking at tobirama's body language, which is far to relaxed for any of their original interactions in real life, and his facial expressions are also more easy to read. It really is fascinating in a morbid sort of way, it makes him feel uneasy.

By this time fake Madara is sitting on the edge of tobirama's desk, tobirama is looking up at him with a very small amused smile, and this time he decides to listen to what he says.

“really madara, at work, in the middle of the day when we have a meeting in 30 minutes?” tobirama says it in fond tone, madara didn't know the senju demon was even capable of sounding like that.

“You and i both know that 30 minutes is more than enough time, especially from someone as competent as you.” Its odd hearing his own voice coming from another person, even if hes not real.

At this response tobirama rolls his eyes at him, soft smile still on his lips, looking so very pleased with himself and pulls the fake madara in to him by his waist, and Madara can only watch as tobirama begins unfastening his pants, and its at this point he decides to leave the dream. Madara is left with so many more questions than answers.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

PLEASE MORE DICK AND READER AND DOTING BRUCE CONTENT I ADORE THEM SO MUCH

Alfred looked up from where he was sitting in his favorite armchair, enjoying a quiet cup of tea. And for just a second, he forgot what year it was.

Dick was fast asleep against Bruce's shoulder. Bruce held him in one arm and had his other hand in yours. The two of you are quietly giggling at some little joke he wasn't- and didn't want to be privy to. And as Bruce leaned down to steal a kiss, Dick opened his eyes.

He murmured something sleepily. Reaching for you as you reached up to ruffle his hair. And when you took him, cuddling him in his rumpled- now filthy- white suit to be put to bed, Bruce stopped for a minute. Watching you go. Clearly melting into a puddle.

"Was there no convenient mud puddle?" Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow as Bruce loosened his tie and dropped into a chair.

"He didn't manage to stay reasonably tidy," Bruce snorted. "There were other children. And sugar."

Alfred chuckled to himself and leaned up to pour Bruce a cup of tea. "Other than that, how was the wedding?"

"Fine," Bruce said, half shrugging. "Not as horrible as some." You were going from an outsider to an oddity- someone to be spoken to out of curiosity. Just visible enough that your backstory was interesting instead of scandalous... Largely, Bruce thought, because of Dick. Anyone who saw the two of you together would have a hard time assuming you were in it for the money anymore. And Dick was not shy about telling people off when they were rude to you. Or about you.

"I'm sure Miss Y/N was quite the belle of the ball," Alfred observed. "I'm sure the bride was put out."

"She was more preoccupied with being angry there were children allowed," Bruce said. He could understand that. But at least no one bounced a basketball into the cake. Or screamed through the ceremony. "And irritated that the champagne wasn't as expensive as she would have liked."

That detail made Alfred snort. "Oh dear-"

"Most of the gossip mill gives them 6 months... But they gave us 3 so. Who knows."

"Indeed," Alfred said nodding. Privately, he'd given this less than a year. Though he was pleased to be wrong. It was nearly 2. With a child in the mix.

The sound of bare feet in the hall cut off what he would have said about you. Not that it was disparaging. He just didn't want to see you be uncomfortable being spoken about when you walked back into the room. And he started to prepare another cup of tea.

"Bruce-" you yelp when your husband reaches over and pulls you onto the arm of his chair and shake your head, scritching the back of his neck. "Honestly."

"Dick all tucked in?" he asked, accepting a cup of tea for you and handing it to you so you didn't fall over reaching for it.

"He was asleep again before I even got him into his bed," you snort. "I don't think the stains will ever come out... I don't know how he managed to find ever dust patch in the building but he did."

"I'm well acquainted with getting stains out of children's suits," Alfred assured you. "Master Bruce went through a phase where he was absolutely fascinated with frogs. And the duck pond."

"Aww," you tease, crinkling your nose.

"Alfred," Bruce said, cheeks heating.

"Poor little duckling," you tease, kissing his cheek- only making him blush darker.

And Alfred chuckled, winking at you as he resumed his seat. And when you hid your smile behind his cup he wondered why he never thought to tell you those little things before. It was satisfying watching Bruce squirm. Just a little.

[jungkoode]

Hey Kiki!! First of all, I can finally see your blog again on the app! Second, let me ramble about your writing!! We finally had the newest KGP chapter and the wait was so worth it!

Jeon: the audacity of this man, he's being funny now, huh? Provoking? Sir let me shut up! I can't wait for their mission, I know it's gonna be a serve.

Sope: the chaos of these two, I love them!!

V: he's up to no good and I'm equally curious and terrified, especially worried for our girl Yunjin! Girl's self preservation instincts are clearly not kicking in!

Chaewon: Flower 🥺. It seems like she's struggling with some big trauma, my heart clenched for her.

kiwi boy: I like his calm, no bullshit demeanor, and I can't help but wonder how much he knows. I don't think that Jeon shared anything, but this man might have picked more than we know just by watching. Also, I know that we're biased because we know, but sometimes our two idiots are not exactly discreet as they think they are.

JM: I like his gentle aura, but he also worries me...meaning, it seems like V has him wrapped around his finger, and if he's as affected as I think he is, he might make unwise decisions.

FMU sneak peek: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Shy Jungkook? During a day at the museum?! I need it like yesterday!

I wish I were more articulate because there is so much that left me wondering, but the picture is still blurry, and I don't want to torture you more than necessary with my scattered thoughts. Hope you're having a nice Easter weekend babe!

HI FLOWERRR!! So happy you can see my blog again! I was like "am I shadow banned?? do people HATE ME NOW??" (spoiler: probably, but that's not why you couldn't see my blog lmao)

Let me internally scream about your analysis because AHHHH:

Jeon: THE AUDACITY INDEED. Our boy discovered personality and humor at the worst possible time. Like sir?? You wanna be all playful and flirty NOW when you're about to go on a stealth mission together?? The sexual tension during that mission is going to be UNBEARABLE. I'm already cackling thinking about them trying to be professional while flashbacks of that tent keep popping up.

SOPE: I giggled like a maniac writing their bickering. They're literally two sides of the same coin—both super capable but also absolute CHILDREN when they're together. I love how they just naturally devolve into this weird competitive frenemies dynamic every time. J-Hope threatening to sew a live rat into AD's stomach is peak medical professional behavior, obviously.

V: OH GOD I'M WORRIED TOO. Like, on one hand he's just being his classic manipulative self, but there's something more sinister brewing there. And about Yunjin—don’t worry too much about her, she thinks he’s hot but she’s not stupid, Y/N is not constantly praising her perceptive skills for nothing. 👀

Chaewon: I'm in love with her character development. She's this badass Chief who will literally murder for her girls, but she's got her own trauma lurking. That frozen moment at the cooking station was just a tiny glimpse into her past. There's so much more to unwrap there...

Kiwi Boy: THANK YOU FOR APPRECIATING TAKAMA!! I didn't expect to love writing him this much. And you're spot on—this man observes EVERYTHING. He probably knows more about what's going on in Kkangpae than anyone else just through sheer attention to detail.

JM: You've pinpointed exactly what makes him interesting (and concerning). His gentle lake energy is so soothing, but there's this subtle undercurrent of something darker—especially around V. That dynamic is fascinating to me because it's so complex. Like, is he wrapped around V's finger? Or is he one of the few people who can actually influence V? OR BOTH??

FMU MUSEUM DATE: I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS! They’re both so stupid and so silly but you’ll see some soft sides and them becoming less guarded around each other ever so slowly and it’s so frigging satisfying ugggh.

Your thoughts aren't scattered at all!! I love how you picked up on all these little details and dynamics. It makes my writer heart so happy. I've laid so many tiny breadcrumbs throughout these chapters, and seeing readers notice them is literally the best feeling ever.

Hope you're having a fabulous Easter weekend too! I'm currently oscillating between writing and staring at my wall questioning my life choices, as one does. 🤪​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hello hi! I'll just post this again just in case mine was also deleted, if not you can go ahead and ignore this! I was wondering if I'd be able to get an Obey Me match up!

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: demi-sexual

Appearance: I have straight black hair that goes down to my waist with chocolate brown eyes. I stand at a whopping, gigantic height of 5'0 (I know, I'm super tall 😌😌). I also have a few, small scars on me, either from minor surgery that I had to go through or because I'm just clumsy 😔😔

Personality: I like to think I'm a super fun person to be around. Of course when I'm meeting someone (or someone is meeting me for the first time) it's just the usual niceties, but once you're within my close bubble I'm a very silly person. I like to joke and tease with my friends a lot (within their comfort zones). I'm also very observant when I'm with friends. I always make sure everyone is having fun, and if they're a bit down I make sure to do a quick check up on them, making sure if they're alright and just there in case they need someone to lean on/listen. I'm also very affectionate! Whether it's verbal or physical (a little more for physical because when I tell you I am TOUCH STARVED). I love hugs, head pats, playful nudges/shoves, or just platonic/romantic cuddling I love it all.

Likes: I love the rain, from the sound as it fall or the way it smells I love it! I also like to read! I mainly read a lot of fantasy and romance books because a fantasy book with a drabble of romance is a huge KO for me. I also really like to just hang with friends or loved ones, just being around them brings a lot of comfort for me!

Dislikes: I am not the biggest fan of hot weather (90+F) I will literally turn into a puddle of ice cream and just lay there as I continue to melt on the concrete. I also don't like mushrooms, it's either the texture or the way they taste but I refuse to eat them. I also don't like overcrowded places. If it's just a bit of a large crowd then I'm somewhat fine, but if it's so crowded that I have to shimmy between people and we kinda end up brushing against each other I will absolutely hate it.

Extra fun fact: I'm a big sucker for knowledge and always want to take it all in, whether it helps me or not in the long run I don't care, I want to know. I like to know random things that will not help me in any shape way or form.

I hope you have a good day!!🫶🫶🫶

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

OBEY ME!

Belphegor

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Belphie is a tough nut to crack; he takes a long time to get close to anyone. From his trust issues to his hate for his brothers, he genuinely didn't want people around.

All Belphie ever cared for was to have Beel around. Beel was safe, his twin comforted. However, you started to creep your way in.

When Belphie was forgiven by the crew, he tried to turn over a new leaf, especially to make it up to you.

He would forgo sleep to help you with classwork, cook for you, and even help you find a new book to read.

He constantly questioned why he cared so much about you. Was it because you were small, like a teddy bear, or was it because you were kind to him even after everything he said and did.

When he confessed these growing feelings to you, you were a little apprehensive. I mean, yes, he was much better than before, but could you let go of everything that happened?

You gave him a chance to impress, and boy, did he impress. He set up the whole attic in a start-night theme, with pillows and blankets galore and a projector playing a movie you liked.

Your cuddle date soon became a weekly occurrence. Some nights you watched a movie and other nights you would read to Belphie as he slept.

He loved your voice, and all the books you read were fascinating in their own ways.

He would pick up on the books you liked the most and try to mimic what the lovers would do. Or he would decorate the room in the fairytail theme of your book.

As you two grew closer, the brothers noticed a massive shift in Belphie and were thankful for your presence in his life.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had just gotten back to the House of Lamentation after a grueling day of helping Dia and Lucifer out with minor tweaks to the exchange program. You felt off as you went to your room, passing by some of the brothers. They all were looking at you oddly and laughing even. Once you reached your door, you quickly learned why. Though Belphie and you were officially dating, he sometimes didn't hesitate to torment you. Hung on your door was a note that said 'Attic tonight?' and a cow-themed pajama set. You laughed out loud. It was no wonder everyone was so weird.

Changing into your new onesie, you made your way to your destination. Upon entering the room, you saw a beautiful landscape of fairytale dreams. Once making your way in a little deeper, you found a half-asleep bull curled up on a pillow. As if sensing your presence, Belphie popped his head up and looked at you, "I thought you were never going to make it!" You laughed gently, taking your place next to the man. He soon wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your side. He was always the cutest when he was sleepy, when he was akwake he was always grumpy.

You pulled out the book you had been reading for Belphie and found the right page again. As you began to read, the boy got more comfortable around you and dozed off. You smiled, finishing the chapter you were on and marking the book. You scooted down and got closer to Belphie, tangling your legs with his. As you repositioned, he woke slightly, gently kissing your cheek before closing his eyes and finding sleep again. Not too long after, you also found comfort in the darkness of sleep with the bull-man by your side.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(Mammon had just approached you with an offer to go see a play that was the original writing of a book you liked. Belphie was not a fan of this as he couldn't sleep with you that night.)

Belphie: Do you have to go with stupid Mammon? What if it's a ploy to get with you?

Y/N: My dear, there is no ploy to get with me; I am with you. I just want to see the play.

Belphie: But it's Mammon. Maybe he is gonna try to sell you off to clear some debt.

Y/N: Belphie, it sounds like you are jealous and don't want me to go for your own reasons.

Belphie: Nno I just want to keep our regular routine.

Y/N: Mhm, I see no jealousy at all.

(A pillow could be seen flying across the room)

[tunashei]

First Impression of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 8: The Alien

OOOOOOH AX POV! Ax Pov! This is not a drill! I am so hype

Oh the mental imagery of Ax watching the space battle above him while sitting alone in this artificial dome is so...so emotional. The strange disconnect of watching helplessly in a veritable garden of eden as your brother and others fight above you in the cold vacuum of space. I'd like to draw it

And then the absolute terror of being ejected from your ship and falling into the ocean of the nearby planet. Stuck beneath miles of water pressing down on you. Chills

Also now I'm really curious what the surface of the sea looks like if you're looking up at from below many miles

Ooooh we got little diary entries! Very amusing! This book is starting off so strong

Loving the amount of planning for taking Ax to a movie, they've learnt from previous times!

One of the reasons I was so excited for Ax pov is stuff like learning all these Andalite words, and bits of biology, the different ways of observing things. Alien perspective is so interesting

Confession time, I listened to this book before Megamorphs 1 which is before this book in the timeline. So I had no idea was a Veleek was and was rather confused they'd beaten one

I love the regular forays into Ax's Adventures with Food. Please don't eat cigarettes baby

I was cracking up at work for this whole sequence. Got some funny looks.

Going to make a prediction. Seerow's Kindness is referring to Andalites helping out the Yeerks somehow. Also Seerow is Visser Three's Andalite Host.

My man eat with he feet

I'm so here for Ax and Tobias best buds friendship

Ax confirmed canonically hetero this is a sad day for us all :(

Ok why after the semi-disaster of the movies would you take Ax to school, that is one of the most stressful confusing environments for anyone. Also schools have registers they're not going to just let you bring in a new kid

Unless maybe the teacher won't care because they've got a bloody Yeerk dying in their head! The book has predicted this predicament!

However, very unrealistic that the kids fled the room instead of crowding around the freaking-out teacher. You'd spend 20 minutes chasing them out the room and they'd still crowd around the door peeping in.

Oh this is...a bad thing to have hidden Ax. Poor Jake. This whole conversation is very tense. Ax bringing up his brother as if to remind Jake he's already lost HIS brother to this war

Ax is always described as blue-and-tan, implying he's more blue than tan. I have a hard time believing people would think he's a deer from a distance considering his colours

Huh...wouldn't it be weird to never have moonless nights? The stars are always brightest on those days, great for stargazing. I wonder how bright the night would be if you had multiple moons. Or would it not be additive?

Fascinating evolutionary implications from a species having a biological clock that makes them war every 62 years. Some kind of mass population cull? Ensuring only the strongest breed?

Ok this is pretty funny but actually made me reconsider how we appreciate stuff?? Actually kind of mindblowing. We really don't appreciate food as an art form. After I'd listened to this bit at work, my boss gave us all a tin of chocolates. Ate them on the way home and took some time to really savour the flavour. My life is being enriched by these books.

'He was a male-as all human fathers are' Implication Andalites can have female fathers??? Maybe. Would be cool.

Ax totally winning at social interaction

Aw Ax, you are being very brave :(

Huh so this Yeerk controller loved another Yeerk? I could have sworn in a previous book it said they were incapable of love, I think the one where Jake gets infested

Poor Ax. You really feel his struggle in being compared to his brother, now having to take the blame

The yeerk just fuckin bailed out the andalite?! I was not expecting this. You beat Visser Three?!

Aight so the Visser's andalite was not Seerow. He's just...some guy. Ngl was hoping for a bit more info on that, I've been very curious how Visser Three got an andalite which no other Yeerk has acomplished

Although...they're on the home world? Maybe there are other andalite controllers. Ruh roh

You guys are absolutely going to regret not putting this andalite out of his misery. He's literally begging for death and you know the horrors of being infested, and will be an incredibly powerful enemy again if you leave him. I mean, you couldn't even try to lug him out of there? How many people are going to end up killed in the future because Visser Three remains an andalite?

Called it on Seerow's Gift being helping the Yeerks. I kind of get it though I'd feel sorry for any sapient species that had to life it's entire life as a slug in a pool

Winced when Ax confessed his fears of giving humans help that would lead them to be conquerors, and Marco brushing it off. Humans would absolutely become conquerors, it's in our history

Wow. This is definitely my favourite book so far. I expected it would be, I'm very into xenofiction (when a book is written from a non-human perspective) but I think the emotional journey was also great in this. The ending was a bit quick and weak. But overall great.

[ephemeral--dreams]

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Dazai and Nikolai + Touch starved reader with an ability that causes pain to anyone they touch (overly detailed hcs edition)

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚

Your ability seeps into every interaction you have with others in the agency. From the way you're careful to stay a few seats away from everyone in meetings, the way you're afraid of getting treated by Yosano not because of her hurting you, but because you're afraid you'll hurt her during treatment, the way you stare longingly whenever anyone gets a hug or pat on the back and think no one notices. (Dazai notices.)

It's sudden. He takes your hand to pull you along when you're sent out on a mission together. You flinch, shaken. It's been so… so long since anyone has intentionally initiated contact with you without pulling away a second later. It's barely anything, yet it feels like so much. Dazai seems entirely oblivious to your whirling thoughts.

…He's not oblivious, of course. He's paying very close attention to your reactions.

After that, he doesn't touch you again for a while. He's curious. How long until you come begging him to do it again? For Dazai it's a fun little waiting game, something to pass the time between missions, but for you - it's hell.

You couldn't help but wonder what you'd done to make him be so cruel as to give you a taste of relief only to take it away. Maybe he hadn't even realized how much that moment affected you. It was stupid, to be so hung up on it. You had been deprived of physical contact for years and managed just fine… But somehow, now that you'd finally been touched by someone who didn't end up hurting because of it, that hunger for it was all the worse. 

It's weeks later when you work your courage up enough to bother him about it. He finds you standing at the door of his dorm on a shared day off, secretly pleased that you've finally shown up.

"You want me to touch you? Oh, I didn't expect such forwardness..." "Not- you know what I meant," You move to leave. "This was a bad idea-" His hand closes around your wrist before you can get very far, pulling you to sit down next to him. "I didn't say no, did I?" And then he's smiling, cupping your face gently. Your frustration melts away as quickly as it came.

You can't help it, nuzzling into his touch like you're starved for it. He's half tempted to tease you more for being so desperate, but that just might scare you off… and you're far too cute like this for him to want that. So he continues to indulge you, stroking your cheeks and watching as your eyes close.  

He's surprisingly soft. You seem so vulnerable, sitting there and letting him dote on you, shivering at each touch. He doesn't want this to be a one time experience, so Dazai has to be careful with you.

(Everyone else is going to have to get used to seeing him bother you at your desk and drag you into his work hour naps.)

ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕚

He observes the way you shy away when Sigma reaches out to you, a soft "That's a bad idea, don't you think?" reminding him of your ability. It must be an awful way to live, he thinks. Never being able to touch anyone. 

You're so reticent. Nikolai finds that he almost never sees you outside of DoA meetings, as if you isolate yourself out of fear. The absolute irony of being in a criminal organization yet not wanting to hurt anyone around you - it's fascinating. How can he not be interested in you? 

Of course, Nikolai can't leave things be. Just who would he be if he did? The idea of testing the boundaries of your ability… It's exciting. You would never agree, but who said he was asking? If his hypothesis is right, you'll thank him later, won't you? Oh, and if not - whatever pain he may feel is merely another reminder that he's alive~

You really wish he'd stop getting so close. Instincts built up to avoid contact aside, it's getting rather hard to stay out of his reach today. What's gotten into him? It's almost as if he's playing a game, seeing how quickly you can step away from him-

Until he's done playing, expression sharpening the only warning given before he uses his ability to send you tumbling right into his arms.

You panic, trying to free yourself from his grip or expecting him to let go first but you look up and - and he doesn't seem to be in any pain. Amusement dances in his eye. "See? It doesn't hurt when someone else initiates it first~" 

It's a shocking revelation, but you're a bit distracted. You genuinely cannot remember the last time anyone held you like this, and it's doing things to your ability to think. Is this what everyone else gets to feel? Is this what you've been starved of for years on end?

"Poor thing," he coos, as you melt into his embrace. Nikolai thinks back on the times he's watched you using your ability, interrogating people with little emotion in your demeanor. It's such a stark difference to how you look now, weakened by something as small as a hug… He could tell others about his little discovery, but why would he, when he can keep this side of you to himself? 

It becomes habit, for him to touch you spontaneously. It's... Strange, at first, after so many years of nothing. He sneaks up from behind you to cling to you, grips you with no warning and pulls you through the overcoat when he wants attention, pokes and prods at you just to startle you. It should be annoying. Yet you can never quite bring yourself to berate him, because god forbid he stops. 

He never asks you to date him. Things simply devolve, once he realizes you're receptive to him. The casual contact turns into cuddling, then to kisses that you hesitantly return - and by that point you're basically his, aren't you?

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[lemonsuponlemons]

Druig and voyeurism

He watches

Both the commune and you

Although the latter is his preferred object of observation

He's following you around any time he can, hiding in the crowd, behind corners and trees

Druig loves the fact that you don't know

It's like a mountain lion following a poor antilope, waiting for the perfect moment to strike

At first, it was just fascination but it changed one night when he caught a "glimpse" of your less-than-chaste thoughts

For a moment he just listens, curious about the whole ordeal, maybe a bit amused

But if he plays a role in those dirty imaginations of yours...

He's probably outside your window, leaning against a tree and just watching as if there's nothing better to do

Because, to him, there really isn't.

Aside from railing you, that is.

Druig's not someone who beats around the bush but this is one of those rare occasions when he enjoys the act of "chasing"

You don't know that he knows and the power trip he gets from that is satisfying in itself

The rainforest, obviously, gets very hot

And water has the best temperature for swimming in summer at around 4AM

You couldn't sleep one night and decided that maybe a little get away from the community, a moment to yourself and the peace of night would soothe your mind

Druig, of course, tagged along

Not that you would ever know

He doesn't go to bed before you do as a principle

He's just sitting somewhere among trees, perfectly hidden

There's no hurry so you're taking off your clothes slowly, tossing them on the grass

The honesty of your actions, the fact that you're being the truest to your own self right then, gets Druig up and going

And I mean that in more than one way

The crytal clear water is washing over your nude body in gentle waves and he could swear that it was you who came out of the sea foam and not Venus

Because, let's be honest, she's got nothing on you

Venus is most often presented naked and Druig would have zero, even a negative number of, complaints if someone painted you naked

If anyone else would look at it in envy of Druig, he would just boast even more but the second anyone tries anything funny with you, limbs shall be broken. Severly.

In the moonlight, the river looks a lot more inviting and, somehow, enigmatic

Painting you as a woodland or water nymph from Sprite's stories; one that made the greatest of men lose their minds

There's precum leaking from the tip of his cock and he can feel the slick drops running down his leg

You start washing yourself and it's not helping, honestly

Your hands are gliding across your skin and Druig is just about breadth away from coming out and just railing you against the rocks

Damn, how much he wants those hands to be his, gripping and caressing the body he's longed for ever since he laid his eyes on you

Frustrated as all Hell, he rubs his bulge just to ease the tension even a little bit

The slight timidness in his actions is quite surprising, to be honest

It's not like he has never fucked his own hand thinking of you and creating some very vulgar and vivid scenarios in his head

But now that you were in front of him, although fairly far and completely unaware, for the very first time, he feels dirty

But those ridiculous thoughts disappear the moment he can see the blissful expression on your face, moonlight brightening your wonderful features just right

You look completely content and Druig, already sliding his hand into his pants, wonders if that's the face you would have after spending the night with him

He's clenching his jaw like a goddamn vice as he's stroking his dick

The sounds you make are also a lot better than what he could imagine

Maybe you gasp at some animal running through the shrubbery, surprising you, or you moan gently feeling the lukewarm water against your skin. Maybe you start softly humming some folk song

He's going through absolute torture, fucking his fist and not your juicy, tiny cunt

Druig can not recall if he has ever seen something, or someone, this beautiful

So, to some degree, he has made you immortal in those early hours of the day:

Forever remembered as the wonder of the world

[sagendipity]

the law of attraction: de minimis

a quackity x reader law school au

part one, chapter one

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The first myth about law school is that everyone is the same.

In movies, in TV shows, in books- everyone in law school is a certain type of person. Dangerously smart, hardworking to a fault, and absolutely cutthroat.

Now, that is true. To get this far, to get into a competitive law school and make it to your final year, you have to be all of the above. Smart, hardworking, and just a little cunning. It’s impossible to get a leg up unless you’re standing on someone else’s knee.

Or neck.

However, the fact that everyone here has to have a certain few traits in order to survive does not mean that they cannot have other traits.

Some are louder, exuberant, and competitive- the type to yell out the answer to a question before raising their hand, the type to go back and forth with the professor when they’re sure they’re right (and they’re not). There’s the introverts, the sly ones you never see coming, who you barely notice next to you all year until you glance over at the grade on their final and it’s a 110%, somehow.

Of course, there’s also the in-between. The respectable ones, the students that are just there to get through the classes they need and get a respectable job at a respectable law firm and make something nice out of their lives.

Or the hero type, the ones that are convinced they can fix any injustice they perceive in the world- the environmental lawyers, the criminal defense lawyers, the civil rights lawyers. They might be right, too, which is why it seems like a never-ending flow of them are pouring into the school at each orientation.

It’s not always as simple as that, of course. You, like many students, are a mix of a few types. You lie somewhere between the exuberant and introverted sides, not shy about answering questions in lectures, but not jumping the gun to cause discourse, either. A bit of a hero type, you must admit, but you do pride yourself on being reasonable when it comes to your life’s expectations. You don’t expect to become some William Kunstler. You work hard, you get shit done, and like law school has a tendency to do, it seems to become your whole entire life.

The type of person you never quite got a read on is Alex.

He’s been sitting next to you in your upper level criminal procedure class for the entire semester. A whole semester’s worth of lectures means you have plenty of time to observe and analyze the people in your classes- its not like there’s anything else to do when the professor is going over voir dire for the third hour that week.

You pegged the kid in the third row as a die-hard businessman. He’s not going into law to help people, he’s going into law to make the most profit off of the most vulnerable clients he can find. The girl in row six, however, is definitely the hero type, judging by her “save the oceans” stickers on her giant re-usable coffee cups.

Alex, though, you can’t read. He dresses down compared to the other students. They dress up to hide their shortcomings, like their fancy coats can stop them from feeling bad about their less-than-adequate qualifications for the internship they just applied for. Others just like to lean into the New York City aesthetic and dress like they’re already lawyers, even despite failing their last midterm. You fall into that category- you can’t help it, it’s a fun look- but hey, you definitely didn’t fail your midterm, and you’ve lived in New York your whole life, so you think you have the right to dress like that.

Alex dresses like he has nothing to hide. He dresses like the young, high-level professor who is always cracked out on Redbull and hasn’t graded a paper in his life; like the cute, fascinating barista at the local hipster coffee shop you can barely afford. He dresses like that one guy you’d see on the subway one day and never manage to forget because of how his eyes met yours for a split second.

To be fair, that is kind of how it’s gone. It’s not exactly like the two of you met on the subway, and you’ve definitely interacted more than just a passing glance, but goddammit is Alex stuck in your head.

You convince yourself it’s just because he’s such a mystery. It’s not because he has really sweet brown eyes, or the most charming, unruly hair you’ve seen this side of the Midwest. It’s not because he whispers a joke under his breath whenever your professor says something stupid, or because he bumps your ankles together and shares an amused glance with you when that one really annoying kid pipes up with an opinion no one wanted.

It’s just because you don’t know why he’s here, and you don’t know what he wants, and you don’t know how to read him.

It bugs you. It gets under your skin- not like an itch, more like a hum. He’s on the back of your mind constantly, like you’re trying to subconsciously figure out what’s up with him, but to this day you’ve had no success.

It’s not like you think about anything substantial in regards to him- every time your traitorous brain brings him up, you put it down quicker than it came up. Getting attached to people is dangerous in the best of circumstances, but getting attached to the absolute enigma of a guy in your criminal procedure class who you can’t even confidently say is named Alex would be equivalent to signing up for heartbreak.

“Don’t date law boys,” your roommate had lamented after she had done just that, laid across her rose-pink bedspread with a sleeve of crackers clutched in one hand and a tissue in the other. She had then blown her nose unattractively. “Lawyers have a reputation for being soulless for a reason. They’re only here for themselves. Fuck them.”

Despite that, you find yourself friends with Alex. As if you’d be able to resist the self-satisfied grins he flashes at you when the professor praises him for a particularly poignant answer, or the way he holds his hand out under the table for a high-five after you nail the answer to a cold call. You barely know anything about him, and yet, you know enough to decide he’s a good person.

“Alex”, whose name you’re only about 80% sure of- maybe it’s short for Alexander, but you thought you’d heard someone he was on the phone with call him Q, so maybe he’s a Quinn or a Quentin?

“Alex”, who shows up looking more comfortable than you’ve been in your entire life, and still manages to hold an air of confidence around him that you’d not be able to master even in your finest long coat and shirt.

“Alex”, who seems determined to wiggle his way into your heart in any way he can.

“Alex”, who you seem to be powerless to resist.

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This growing attachment to Alex of yours is only strengthened with each lecture. You share this class three times a week, two hours each on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It’s a focus class, meaning that anyone who wants to go into criminal work should take this course. It’s challenging, it’s competitive, and it’s cutthroat.

And it’s only February.

A cold Monday morning in February, in fact, with the clock above your professor’s desk ticking obnoxiously as the big hand nears the 8. Outside, it’s downright miserable: windy and foggy. The outside of the paneled windows of the classroom are glazed in a sticky frost, reducing the figures of passing students to dull blobs as they hurry through the whipping wind to get to their classes.

The big doors at the back of the classroom close with a bang that reverberates throughout the lecture hall, cutting through the murmuring chatter of the students who are already here. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a flash of green- as you suspect, it’s Alex. He always takes the seat on the very end of the row, and you the one immediately to his right. You look up at him with what you hope is a casual smile, but the one he returns is so bright it could probably melt the frost off of the windows.

“Hey!” he says, too awake for 8 in the morning, and sets his binder down on the desk with a clatter. The whoosh of air rustles the paper of your notebook, which you smooth back down habitually. You watch Alex longer than you should, only tearing your gaze away after you notice the smattering of tiny snowflakes that have gathered atop the beanie he’s wearing.

You stifle a little laugh. This guy wears a beanie to law school.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as he settles into his seat. He shrugs off his hunter green jacket, leaving him in just a gray hoodie, dotted with darker spots from melting snowflakes that’d been blown into him. He drops his outer jacket across his lap just as the room goes silent, your professor walking up to his desk.

As the last tails of conversations die off, you turn to Alex, unable to help yourself, “You have… snowflakes, on your head.”

He glances at you, a little huff of laughter escaping him as he brings up a hand to smooth over the beanie. The snowflakes are swiped off, melting on the heat of his hand- you wonder how it would feel held in yours, probably warm, he looks like he runs hot- and you pry your eyes away as he straightens out his beanie and tucks his hair up into the brim of it. He misses a strand, and the black swoop stands out sharply against the frost-paled skin of his face.

“Happy February,” your professor begins, his microphone crackling to life. “The month of love, is it not? Just two weeks until Valentines day.”

He swings his bag up onto the stool next to him, the sound echoing through the microphone. He turns to face the lecture hall, arms spread as if welcoming you all to a talk show.

“I’m about to ruin all of your Valentines Day plans. Welcome to the start of your final project: the mock trial.”

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[andypantsx3]

Hii can I request a deleted scene for "if I could keep cool" that tells chapter 2 from Shouto's POV? I would absolutely love to c what was going through Shouto's head when he figured out that Y/N was just a cleaning lady and what was the moment that made him want to ask her out when he saw her at his house afterwards! Thank u!!

I accidentally got carried away, so this bad boy is 1.9k!! My apologies lol. I hope you like it!!

It wasn’t every day that someone told Shouto Todoroki to go fuck himself. 

Particularly not quirkless civilians, and never those he’d rescued. 

There was usually a lot more breathless gratitude, some bowing and scraping, and—mystifyingly—a lot of phone numbers, handkerchiefs, and very unsubtle attempts to get a hand or two around his biceps. Shouto didn’t really know what his biceps had to do with it, but he’d seen the same thing happen to Midoriya and Kirishima as well—and Bakugou once, before he’d nearly gnawed the woman’s hands off—so he assumed it was just another social cue he’d never understand.

As little as he cared for social cues, however, he was certain that there was usually a lot more thank you and a little less go fuck yourself involved in the whole rescuing process.

But then, he’d also never told off a civilian for having been kidnapped before. 

A civilian who, he’d come to realize almost immediately afterward, hadn’t deserved it.

When he’d asked his mother her advice over the phone, she’d told him the best thing to do was to be honest and try to start fresh. “White flowers mean forgiveness—tulips new beginnings,” she’d advised him.

So Shouto had ducked into the nearest florist and brought back an apology in hopes that you would accept it. 

He might have known, however, that you’d manage to turn even a simple apology completely on its head.

The clatter of cleaning supplies in his kitchen on Thursday afternoon told Shouto you’d let yourself in for your usual shift. He followed the sound, only for it to halt at his approach, the kitchen seemingly empty as he drew nearer.

He stopped short, fighting down a surprised swell of amusement when he realized you’d ducked down, hiding yourself behind his counters as if anyone, especially a pro hero, might be fooled by that.

“I know you’re there,” he said, keeping his tone even.

He heard a muttered swear word, and then you were rising slowly to your feet, wearing a sheepish expression, and clutching a bottle of windex like a weapon.

You looked just as you had the day of your rescue, though obviously a little less harrowed by a kidnapping. You were dressed casually in jeans and a simple shirt, no indicator that you were an employee of a cleaning service—Shouto felt at least a little justified in his mistake from last week.

You were clearly a college student, the backpack dumped at his kitchen island was evidence of that much, overflowing with textbooks and notes as it was, and you looked just slightly disheveled, like you might have come straight from class.

It was part of some nebulous, unassuming appeal to you, now that he had occasion to notice. He’d remembered your features twisted up in disdain, but they were open in surprise now, your eyes wide, fixed on him. His own eyes were drawn to the scrunch of your nose, a little curl of embarrassment that he suddenly found himself unable to tear his gaze away from.

“I, uh, thought you weren’t supposed to be here,” you admitted to him with a visible cringe.

Shouto almost laughed. He didn’t know much about you, but it was clear to him now that you weren’t anything like a crazy fan. You looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. In fact, you looked rather like you might bolt any second.

A strange feeling shifted in his chest, and Shouto cut right to the chase.

“I owe you an apology,” he said simply.

You startled so violently that you dropped the windex. “W-what?”

Shouto sighed, admitting, “My manager schedules the cleaning days. I didn’t realize that you were—that is to say, I thought you were a fan who had broken in and managed to get kidnapped while you were at it.”

You gaped, another confused little expression that Shouto found himself fixating on with an intensity that surprised him. The weird feeling in his chest shifted, burning a little hotter. 

He wondered absently what other expressions he could get you to make.

“Oh, I, um...nope. Not a fan,” you said, and the feeling grew more insistent. 

He paused over the phrasing—not a fan. 

It had never bothered him before, when someone was a bigger fan of a classmate than they were of him, or weren’t really a hero fan at all. Shouto honestly did not quite understand why hero work was so tied up in fandom in the first place, and only attended fan events because his manager’s temper was not a thing to be trifled with. 

He wanted to be a hero who put people at ease, but ease was the last thing he felt with people clamoring all over him. Fighting villains was infinitely more preferable.

So why did your admission that you weren’t a fan of his niggle at his brain, like a particularly insistent parasite?

Who were you a fan of, if not him? 

“...Well, glad that’s cleared up now. I’ll just, uh, go then,” you said, grabbing an armful of the cleaning supplies and shoving it back under the sink hastily.

Shouto had moved before he knew what he was doing, getting himself in between you and the door out to the hallway. 

“Wait,” he said, feeling uncomfortable. “I want to make up for what I said to you. You...didn’t deserve that, especially not right after you’d been kidnapped by a villain.”

He watched you eye the space between his hip and the counter, like you were considering making a break for it. As he watched your face, he felt some strange hope that you might try it, a certainty he would catch you. 

...Why did he want to catch you?

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. You saved me, we can call it even.”

Shouto’s mouth turned down minutely. He’d behaved badly, but surely you’d credit him better manners than that. “It’s my fault you were taken in the first place. I’d like to apologize properly.”

Your face did something weird, then, another distracting little curl of the nose. “You don’t actually have to go fuck yourself,” you blurted.

Shouto stared at you, caught off guard.

“Uh, I mean. You saved my life,” you babbled suddenly. “And yeah what you said to me was super rude, but what I said to you was also super rude. So, um, I’m sorry too. And I really would just like to call it even and forget about it because it’s super embarrassing for both of us and I could literally die thinking about it.”

You stopped suddenly, looking self-conscious like you’d realized you’d been rambling. Shouto almost wished you hadn’t.

“I hadn’t really planned on it,” he said quickly.

“Hadn’t planned on what?”

“Fucking myself,” he clarified. You choked on a shocked laugh, and he let a small smile tug at his mouth—there.

Finally.

Finally you looked a little more comfortable with him. 

Shouto tried hard not to look too pleased with himself.

“Oh, well that’s good, then," you said. Then you puffed up a little, adding, "That’s probably a job for your actual secret lover.”

Good lord. “Not you, too.”

You threw him a smile, and Shouto’s heartbeat tripped over itself. “But I have evidence. I saw that homemade soup in your fridge once with the love note attached.”

It took him a moment to focus on what you were saying, but Shouto recalled the soup in question. It had been quite good, even if Bakugou had spent almost a half an hour ranting about what a weak ass little bitch he was for catching a cold. It had almost been worth it, the soup was that delicious. “Ah yes. That secret lover.”

“Cute pet name, too,” you said.

Shouto let out a low laugh, recalling the note. “You fucking fuck, was it?”

You laughed too, tension easing from your shoulders. Shouto’s eyes hungrily traced even that small movement.

A dawning sense of what was happening finally settled over him as he pronounced, “As it happens, however, I did already plan more of an apology.”

You looked up at him, your brow furrowing. “You planned...more of an apology?”

He gestured to a tall vase of white tulips on the kitchen counter. Your eyes went a little rounder as you observed them. You looked like you weren’t sure if they were for you, as if there were another previously kidnapped cleaning girl lurking about, who might be in need of an apology.

What a fascinating thing you were.

“I’ve been told that they mean forgiveness and new beginnings. I had hoped that we might...start over,” Shouto explained. He couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.

“I didn’t bring you any flowers,” you blurted.

He covered up a surprised laugh with a cough, the feeling in his stomach burning hotter. “I hadn’t expected them.”

He watched you turn back thoughtfully to the bouquet, certain now.

Over the phone, his mother had also said white flowers carried connotations of honor and purity. Two notions, Shouto realized with a growing sense of curiosity, that may be entirely inapplicable to his feelings about you.

He didn’t know much about you, but he knew for certain that he’d like to know more. And as he watched you reach out to pluck at a petal, wearing a shy little smile, he thought that yes, honor and purity had very little to do with his intentions at the moment.

You thanked him for the flowers, and Shouto made it clear to you that he hadn’t meant what he’d said about you being unwelcome here. He wanted—no, desired your return now. 

“That’s good to hear, thank you,” you said. Then your smile went a little mischievous. “As you can see, though, it didn’t really deter me.”

Shouto let himself smirk. “If I hadn’t seen the cleaning supplies already on the counter, I would be concerned that you’d come back for revenge.”

“There’s still time,” you joked. “Maybe I was going to play the long game and fill all the bottles with Sprite.”

The mulish statement surprised him into another laugh. “I hope the flowers are enough of a deterrent.”

You looked over the flowers again, then smiled up at him. His eyes caught on your mouth.

“The bribe has been accepted. Your countertops are safe from me.” You paused, then added, “For now.”

The hot feeling was everywhere now, simmering just underneath Shouto’s skin. He left himself lean towards you, relishing in the way your breath caught in a tiny hitch. “Be warned that I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of my countertops.”

You complained that he hardly used them, but complied nevertheless. Then you bullied him out of the kitchen, that tiny little scrunch back on your nose.

Shouto let you have your way, making his way over to the couch and settling on it with a book he had absolutely no intention of reading. Instead, as he watched you clean, he considered things.

He had always been straightforward about his goals. Once he’d chosen heroism as his dream, he’d let nothing stand in his way, working diligently all through UA, shooting nonstop through the ranks before breaking into the top five this year, one of the youngest to have ever done it. 

He was deliberate about what he wanted. He worked hard for what he wanted.

And as he wandered back towards the kitchen, questions ready in his mouth, he knew what else he wanted.

He wanted to know more about you.

He wanted to spend more time with you.

He wanted…

Well, he rather thought he wanted you.

I was going to edit this but every time I went to touch it, I made it worse. I hope you liked it anyway!

Garbage Fest masterlist & schedule.

[littleoddwriter]

Hi can you write the Sinclair brothers (separate) , the sawyers(separate), Chucky, and billy and stu (together) with a reader who gives themselves a lot of tattoos and piercings

Slashers x GenderNeutral!Reader, who has a lot of piercings and tattoos | Headcanons

Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you enjoy these. :) <3 [If anyone has any requests, feel free to send them my way! But please read this post BEFORE you do, thank you!]

notes; Body Modifications; Tattooing and Piercing oneself and another; Mild Oral Fixation; Touching; Domestic Fluff; Poly-Amorous Relationship.

Characters: Billy Loomis & Stu Macher; Bo, Lester and Vincent Sinclair; Bubba/Leatherface, Chop Top and Nubbins Sawyer; Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (Human).

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Frankly, Stu is actually quite a big fan of body modification, he thinks piercings and tattoos are really neat, so he absolutely loves all of yours – and the fact that you do them yourself mesmerises him

He also takes the chance to finally get a tongue piercing, and he is super happy about it when you do it for him

Billy has never cared much about these things, but he can’t deny that your tattoos and piercings piqued his interest when he first saw you – and when he found out that they were all your own creations, he was just as entranced as Stu was

Whenever you went about giving yourself a new piercing, they’d ask to keep you company and watch you do it – you don’t mind and let them; in fact you really enjoy it

Stu really likes to get involved and help you out with whatever he can – sterilising your utensils, giving you a hand whichever way you may need, while Billy just looks on, smiling to himself

Even though you have plenty of ideas for tattoos that you want to put on your skin, you sometimes ask them both for designs – you love them and their minds, and they come up with such wonderful images, symbols, etc. it only feels right to wear something they made on your body for the world to see (or not, depending on where the tattoo is situated after all)

Bo Sinclair

Your body modifications definitely interest him a lot and he thinks they make you look even more beautiful

Loves kissing you all over your body and running his tongue over your piercings and mouthing at them

Traces your tattoos any chance he gets – it soothes him, so he’ll especially do it when he’s angry

Admires that you do them yourself and enjoys observing the process; he also helps you out however he can – he’ll take any excuse to get his hands on you

He’ll let you tattoo his arms and chest with little designs he’s come up with or seen in your folders that he liked

Lester Sinclair

So in love with you and everything about you – he is super impressed with your skills of turning your entire body into art like that

He really enjoys the way the piercings on your lips feel when you kiss, or when he touches you and feels them against his fingers; it’s so exciting to him

Loves all your tattoos and the different meanings behind them, or how they came to be, what inspired which, etc. – listening to you telling him these things makes him really happy and also feel special

Sometimes he’ll scribble or write something down in a stroke of genius and sheepishly hand it to you as he asks if you would like to either tattoo it on yourself, or on him (or both)

Definitely would ask you to pierce his earlobes – he was always fascinated by earrings especially and now he could get them!

Vincent Sinclair

You’re both artists and he really admires the way you use your body as a canvas

He’s very fascinated by the various tattoos and piercings you’ve got and regularly spends hours just looking at them and touching them gently with such deep appreciation in his eye

Would ask you to tattoo a design he’s had on his mind for a while onto his skin

Really likes the way your piercings look, feel and make you look so much more unique compared to every other person he’s ever seen – it’s strangely soothing, because he obviously looks different too, and it makes him feel less ashamed around you

Will always watch you add to your collection of tattoos and piercings – he just enjoys watching someone else make art for once

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface

In a way, he sees your body modifications as something similar to his masks – they’re art, you make them yourself, and they’re a part of you

Asks you to pierce his ears, because just like Lester, he’s always been so fascinated by earrings and he always wanted to wear them – especially when he chose to wear his more feminine attire

It’s really stimulating to him to feel you up and stroke his fingers over your piercings

Is absolutely mesmerised by your tattoos – they’re so beautiful and your skin isn’t plain like all the other people’s he’s met, it’s just so exciting all around

Enjoys watching you do it; it’s so nice to just sit there and quietly admire you as you work

Chop Top Sawyer

Super excited about your piercings especially – he really likes to get his mouth on them!

Asks you to pierce his tongue, because he likes the way it feels

Loves to make suggestions for designs or where you should pierce yourself next

He does enjoy watching you do it, but he’ll also try to convince you to let him poke into your skin (you may let him do it once after he’s worn you down enough)

Some day he shows his favourite badge to you and asks you to tattoo it on the two of you, as a symbol for your love – it is so strangely romantic and you really love doing it (especially when it doesn’t stay at just one of these matching tattoos)

Nubbins Sawyer

In contrast to Chop Top, he rather traces all your body modifications with his fingers – it’s a very enjoyable sensation to him

He has an almost hungry look in his eyes when he watches you pierce or tattoo yourself and when you ask him if perhaps he’d like you to do something to him he declines – he just enjoys looking

Some of the animal bones he’s found actually become part of your tattoo designs eventually, because they remind you of him and in a way, they just look gorgeous

He certainly admires the art behind it all and loves to hear you talk about all the different inspirations for tattoos you have, or why you pierced certain areas – even if there is no “real reason” behind it, he enjoys the fact that you just do it

Takes a ton of pictures of your tattoos and piercings up close and decorates his room with them

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

He really enjoys the fact that you do these body modifications all by yourself

Loves to admire your tattoos and piercings all over your body, especially if they are at places that only he is able to see them up close

He likes to be present when you decide to pierce yourself especially, something about it is just so weirdly soothing, yet exciting, to him

Makes sure he gives you some inspiration for new tattoos (sometimes he’ll even see something on his victims that he think you might enjoy and shows it to you)

Would fucking kill you if you ever told anyone about it, but he loves playing with your piercings and just touching them gently, gingerly stroking his fingers over the jewellery and also your tattoos, just outlining their shapes lazily – this goes in hand with his aforementioned admiration

[wonderful-writes]

Presume (Part 2)

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k (1,053)

Author’s Note: I originally intended for “Presume” to be a single oneshot based on an idea that a friend gave me (shoutout to @bellaswansrealgf). But the wonderful reader @bluehydrangea-cherry very nicely asked for a second part, so here it is! I hope you all enjoy it!

Part 1

Tom Riddle hated many things in life. Loud noises, people who chewed with their mouth open, melted ice cream, puppies. But above all else, he hated being wrong.

But that’s exactly where he found himself when it came to you.

No matter how well he thought he could read you, he could never hit the mark. Ever since his assumptions about your intelligence were proven to be far from the truth, you’d assume he would stop judging people without knowing them. He continued to guess, however, and came up empty-handed every time.

He couldn’t help himself, really. It was easy to make predictions of what you were like.

He imagined you to be the haughty sort, the kind of girl to brush off anyone who was of lesser intellect. He was surprised to find that you were instead very humble, refusing to acknowledge your smarts unless absolutely necessary.

He also pictured you to be someone who tailed around boys like a lost dog. He was equally confounded to learn that, although you had many admirers, you had no interest in any of them.

He imagined you to enjoy sweetened tea, only to discover that you took yours plain.

He assumed you preferred to sleep in, but then he saw you outside on an early morning walk.

Being proven wrong repeatedly didn’t deter him from being fascinated by you. If anything, he was even more determined to know everything about you. He never paid much attention to you before, but now he couldn’t help watching your every move from afar.

He wanted to know what your favorite food was, what you liked to do in your spare time, how many pairs of pristine white socks you owned, how you managed to look so good without even trying.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do the obvious thing, to actually talk to you.

That would be preposterous. The Tom Riddle talking to a girl? And a beautiful one, nonetheless. Utter insanity.

So he resorted to studying you. Eyeing you as you sat down in class to know where your preferred seating was, paying attention to how long it took you to finish an essay, closely monitoring how many sips you took of your apple juice at dinner before you deemed it too sweet for your liking. He wanted to know you like he knew himself.

If it was under any other circumstance, he would have found his own behavior appalling. Ridiculous, even. Who were you to have him so enraptured to the point of complete foolery? Why were you so special? And how could you make him feel so utterly whipped with just your existence?

~

He was finally put out of his agony on one balmy morning. You were reading under a tree by the Great Lake, so immersed into your book that you didn’t notice the tall boy taking a stroll not far away.

When you finally lifted your eyes from the pages, you saw that the boy was none other than Tom. The very same full-of-himself wizard that caught your attention some time ago.

“Tom!” you called from your shady spot. You sent him a wave, amused at his startled expression.

He made his way over to you and asked, “Did you need something?”

He didn’t tell you how his heart was racing and his mind was reeling at your simple utterance of his name. The effect you had on him was much more all-consuming than he cared to admit.

You smiled up at him, scooting over to allow him room to sit. “Not really. Just thought you’d like to keep me company. It’s Saturday, so I didn’t think you’d have anywhere of importance to head off to.”

He awkwardly stood there, towering over you. He didn’t dare accept your offer to sit, too afraid that it would turn out to be a cruel joke. Despite his indifferent persona, he didn’t know if he could take it if girl he was so enamored with admitted to wanting nothing to do with him.

“Well?” you prodded. “Hello?”

“Why?” he simply asked.

“Well, you’ve been spying on me for the past few weeks, maybe months, even,” you answered with a smirk. “I assumed you’d want to actually talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t assume,” he replied, not relinquishing his hold on his nonchalant facade. “Not everyone is falling over themselves to have a conversation with you.”

You feigned hurt. “How could you say that? And here I was, trying to be nice and to get to know you.”

Tom was taken aback. Were you teasing him? Did you actually want to talk to him as much as he yearned to spend time with you?

Realizing too late that he could have come off as cold and uninterested, he quickly added, “I only say that because assuming never does me any good.”

You smirked at him. “I know you’re only second best in our year, Riddle, but I thought you would’ve been a little more observant. You can trust me, you know.”

He scoffed at that. “Who says I don’t? I’m not afraid of you. And I’m not second best.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “If you’re not afraid, actually come down and sit.”

“What do you want from me?” Tom longed for nothing more than for your words to be true. He was far too invested in you for any games or tricks. But he was too proud to let you know that.

“For some reason, you took a liking to me,” you stated plainly. “But you aren’t doing anything about it. So, here I am, throwing you a bone and asking to get to know you. Is it truly so hard for your half-sized brain to comprehend?”

He couldn’t stop the upward quirk of his lips as you said that. Even when you were poking fun of his abilities, he found you to be incredibly endearing. He decided to take a chance.

“I suppose I could spare a few minutes,” he said with fake boredom as he finally sat down beside you. He was attempting with all his might to remove any trace of eagerness from his voice. “You might not be terrible company.”

You hit him lightly on the arm. “Riddle, I am wonderful company.

And in time, he learned that to be true.

[tenthgrove]

Here's a request i've been wanting to ask, how abt La Squadra with a teammate that's similar to Diego Brando? (Or at least has a stand that's similar to Diego) If that's alright with you 👉👈

Scary Monsters

La Squadra x Reader, Platonic/Romantic, SFW

Context: You are assigned to La Squadra after manifesting a stand identical to Diego's Scary Monsters in the SBRverse. This allows you to turn an unlimited number of living creatures into dinosaurs, which can then create more dinosaurs and are then subject to your control. Additionally, you can transform yourself into a dinosaur to join the fight.

Formaggio- He's a real fan of crazy abilities and causing chaos, so seeing you in action is always a treat for him. His only reference for knowledge on dinosaurs is Jurassic Park, so he doesn't have the faintest clue about all the different species you're creating, but he's here for the ride anyway and he loves what he sees. Formaggio has always been a bit sadistic, so he particularly loves the looks of shock on your victims' faces when they stare down their deaths in the form of creatures that should have been dead for 65 million years. It's priceless, every time.

Illuso- It's an inevitable fact that the first time he sees you (or a victim) transform, Illuso looses his cool. I mean sure, he's seen a lot in his years as an assassin, but not much is comparable to that. As it to be expected, he completely brushes off his panic afterwards as though it never happened. It will be a cold day in hell when Illuso admits to feeling fear. That aside, his favourite use for your ability is to have you transform into your dino form and chase down a target in the mirror world. The only thing more scary than an uninhabited hellscape is a hellscape inhabited solely by a carnivorous dinosaur itching to kill you.

Prosciutto- Since both your stands deal with far-reaching damage, you are frequently paired together on missions with high body counts. As in, entire theatres' worth of corpses. The two stands work perfectly together because the dinosaurs can be used to keep the targets in the range of Grateful Dead's killer mist, and if the dinosaurs themselves succumb to old age, well, they were targets before anyway, so job well done. Prosciutto admires the deadliness of your stand but is a little concerned about it's lack of discreetness. If word gets out that people were attacked by living dinosaurs then every stand user in Italy will know what's up.

Pesci- He's always been fascinated by dinosaurs from a science perspective and finds your dinosaur form absolutely amazing, even if it isn't quite the real thing. Though he's nervous about it, he loves to pet your scales and observe your incredible ability in action. For his birthday, you gift him a miniature sauropod you created from a rabbit to keep as a pet. He is completely over the moon about this, and always sends you pictures of his new friend when you're away from missions. Anyone who sees the docile little creature sleeping on Pesci's bed would find it hard to believe it's made from a stand primarily used for killing.

Melone- He's certainly in no position to call anyone out for a weird stand when he himself is in possession of Baby Face. He wonders a lot about the similarities between your stands, most notably the fact you both cultivate beings to fight on your behalf. He is curious whether you feel a similar level of parental instinct towards any of the dinosaurs you make, though he imagines since his stand is far more directly linked to the concept of parenthood the idea is probably no. Still, it's a fascinating stand nonetheless, and he particularly enjoys sending his juniors to track the targets down on the backs of your creations.

Ghiaccio- Finally, some good fucking teammate. After everyone else he's ever had to deal with, Ghiaccio can appreciate a brutal and effective companion to join him on the battlefield. You don't fight together much because White Album invariably freezes your dinos, but he can respect you nonetheless. Not to mention, dinosaurs are just objectively the coolest animal. Who doesn't think so? After difficult missions, the two of you like to sit down together to unload, talking about the epic battles you'd just participated in, the only other witnesses all deceased.

Risotto- Since your stand is up there with Ghiaccio's in terms of potential for destruction, Risotto entrusts you with some of La Squadra's most dangerous and challenging missions. He knows this is a big thing to ask of a relative newcomer but with La Squadra's workload piling higher every month, they could really use it. He accompanies you a lot himself, especially since you can use your stands in tandem to keep yourselves invisible as you transform some household pest into a deadly killing machine. His trust in you is quickly repaid, and it doesn't take long for Risotto to develop a strong bond with you as a comrade and a friend.

Sorbet and Gelato- It would be functionally impossible to create a stand that intrigues Gelato more. Bizarre and fantastical powers, chaos and confusion, and dinosaurs. Can you guess what his childhood micro-obsession was? He often plays the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to make more and more chaos with your stand, and wants nothing more than to ride one of your dinosaurs while charging at a target with a bladed weapon. Sorbet is predictably a bit more restrained, but there's something about predatory animals like this that makes them so fascinating to watch as they tear a terrified target to shreds. Sorbet and Gelato love watching your missions very much.

[animeyanderelover]

How would Sasuke,Obito,Pein,itachi and Orochimaru react to the s/o getting transported into their world?

(I love your blog btw❤️)

Why is this such a ridiculously popular thing🤣? And also🥺, love you too❣️

Tw: Yandere themes, possessiveness, possessiveness, vicious behavior, kidnapping, torturing, delusional thoughts

s/o being transported into their world

Orochimaru

🐍Orochimaru would be totally fascinated in his most unnerving way possible when finding this out. It is, I’m not kidding, the reason why he became so obsessed with his darling in the first place.

🐍I feel like he heard most likely rumors about a human who told some weird stories about being from another world, being called a crazy. But Orochimaru as someone who searches for the mysteries of this world would be totally onto finding more out about you, wanting to know if these stories were true or not. And he has access to ways to find out whether you’re lying or not, not even to mention that he’s rather good in judging if someone is honest.

🐍Absolutely the type to want to do a lot of examinations onto you, curious about whether your body and biology is any different than from the people in here. Be lucky that you’re the only transported human, Orochimaru will have to look out that he doesn’t accidentally kills you because he needs you and your body alive. Or else he won’t be able to study you further. Depending on whether your body is able to produce chakra or not I think he would also want to start training you, curious about if your body handles perhaps the chakra different and if you would like this probably be able to have a new chakra ability or other possibilities with your chakra.

🐍Would be even more obsessed the moment he found out that you know the future, absolutely forcing you into telling him. And if you don’t he would use some mind jutsus on you. The only way he wouldn’t find out is if he finds out that those memories are blocked, suspecting that it might be due to that some force doesn’t allow him to look into the future, especially his. But it seems like you are able to remember everything and also able to give some subtle hints and signs from which he might be able to guess what might happen, another reason to keep you. It’s better to join him willingly, it’ll give you a bit more freedom and won’t make you to his personal favorite test subject. Even if you would join willingly, he would still demand a few closer examinations from time to time. But at least then you’re free to walk around the hideouts freely.

🐍I do guess Orochimaru would, after finding out that other worlds exist, start experimenting on some sort of transportation jutsu. Are there next to your world also other universes? He wants to know everything. And also, please tell him a bit more about your world. It seems so interesting. If you have your phone with you, expect him to constantly observe and study it, absolutely thrilled by your “technology”. Better pray that he’ll never find a way into your world or a lot of people will end up as test objects. And with these people he won’t be as “friendly” as with you.

Pain

🌧That man here had to endure a lot of terrible things in his life, making him somewhat unaffected by whatever this world might throw at him. Or other worlds. So I guess besides a slight surprise and mild curiosity he wouldn’t give it too much thought. As long as you don’t possess any kind of threat.

🌧I think he met you because you were directly transported into Amegakure, Pain sensing the new intruder next to this weird kind of energy that was suddenly shooting through the sky, causing uneasiness by the villagers and leading Pain to personally looking after what had caused all this commotion. And whilst at first not quite sure whether he should believe you or not, that was after you had calmed down from your heart attack upon seeing him, after looking into your memories and seeing otherworldly things and his whole past, apparently enjoyed as a “TV show” he believed you.

🌧He kidnapped you for two rather simple reasons. The first one was because you possessed a kind of threat to the villagers. Your arrival had planted already enough fear in their hearts by the weird energy that had suddenly be in the air. If they would also find out that you were from another world, Pain could only guess what would happen. The second reason was a bit more nice. Because he was worried for you. You could be called a newborn in this world and whilst he did get that you knew more than anyone else, you didn’t possess any chakra nor fighting skills, Pain fearing that you might not be able to survive for too long.

🌧Pain wouldn’t force you into telling him what’s about to happen. I guess since he already looked into your memories, he probably even already knows that certain memories are kind of locked for him, giving him a clear sign that whatever force sent you here, it doesn’t think that he or others have the right to know their future and Pain respects that. His overprotectiveness will most likely increase due to you knowing little to nothing about defending yourself. And whatever almighty power might have brought you here, Pain will ensure that you stay with him. It is selfish and he knows that you don’t belong into his world, but besides probably feeling the slightest bit bad for you, he wouldn’t care that much in the end as long as he can keep you.

🌧Whilst Pein isn’t pushy with knowing the future he does however display a certain curiosity for your world in general. But honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised when you admit that your world has it’s own problems, in a way he might even be disappointed and yet also having expected that. Humans really are all the same, no matter the universe. Can’t help, but feel that if he would find a way into your world, he might just play god in your world as well to fix a few things.

Obito Uchiha

🔥A already delusional man will lose all his shit the moment he finds out about you, someone from another world. Obito isn’t someone for worshipping or this kind of thing, but he would lie if he didn’t think at first that you were an angel sent by Rin to watch over him.

🔥He met you the moment you were transported into this world, meaning he saw it, how there was suddenly this light in the sky. And all of a sudden you fell out of it, unconscious. If it wouldn’t have been for Obito you would have ended like a pancake. Can you really blame this man for thinking at first that you were an angel from heaven after what he had just seen?

🔥No wonder he kidnapped you directly after, instantly thinking since you had appeared right before his eyes that you had been sent for him. He was in the firm belief that you were sent from Rin and even after trying to explain to him that you weren’t an angel (you were anything, but that), but a human from another world, he never fully snapped out of this belief that you were sent by Rin. The facts reminded for him that you had been sent into his world and that right in front of his eyes. That was all he wanted to know, giving him the mindset that Rin had picked you because you knew his past and motives and for that would understand and accept him better than anyone else.

🔥Let’s increase this man’s already terrible paranoia and overprotectiveness even more due to the fact that you’re from another world. Obito is be absolutely horrified about what would happen if someone finds out about you and from where you are, leading him naturally to isolating and locking you somewhere “safe” away. His clingyness might also increase for a rather weird reason. You have been robbed your normal life after all and are for sure sad about this, leading Obito to try to comfort you by being all smothering, partially also because he wants to make you get used to him and comfortable around him. And that guy honestly doesn’t care that much about his future you know and everything else. Pretty much everything that matters to him is your well-being and that you’re “safe”.

🔥There’s no way in hell Obito would ever let any kind of almighty power separate you from him or else he’ll make the sky burn. He sees you as someone he has to protect, he has to keep safe, no matter the costs. I think from everyone here, after Orochimaru, Obito would show the most interest for your world. It’s better to keep him out of your world as well, simply because Obito’s paranoia will lead to huge troubles. Not only that, but he would dislike all of your close ones, his possessiveness and delusions making him think that they just want to take you away from him.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡From all the people here Itachi would have the most normal reaction, next to Pein’s. He would be a bit surprised, never having thought that much about whether other world’s like yours exist. But he wouldn’t label you as weak or an angel or just see you as a thing he has to examine. He would treat you like a normal human being.

🍡Itachi found you one day just like Obito found his darling. He witnessed how you were thrown into his world, but different from his older clan member you were still conscious, completely confused as well as scared, no wonder after what had just happened. And despite being a criminal, Itachi showed still concern, asking you if you were alright and what had just happened to you. Whilst at first thinking that you were shocked to see him because he was S-ranked, he shortly after found out that it was for the simple reason because you hadn’t expected him to be real. I feel like with Itachi you would be able to have the most normal talk, if you have your phone probably even showing him proof that you are from another world, not to mention the secrets you know about him, leading him to believing you.

🍡So when Itachi offered you to bring you somewhere safe under, it was at that time a friendly gesture to help you, you most likely agreed to this at first, thankful for every help you could get. For Itachi it takes time to form an obsession and at first he most likely only cared for you as a friend or sibling, overprotective over you because you were a world traveler. If there’s a way that you can use your chakra in this world he would most likely start training you so you can defend yourself, at least the basics you should know.

🍡And this would lead to Itachi feeling bad the moment he falls so hard for you, feeling like he’s betraying your trust by doing so since you most likely trust him. Whilst at first keeping quiet about it and trying to keep it a secret, at one point Itachi will admit it to you, ready to endure whatever you might just throw at him now. And from all people here he would never think about asking about his or other people’s future, respecting that this doesn’t have to interest him in any means. What will happen will happen.

🍡If it comes to the point you finding a way to transport back, he would start feeling conflicted. He knows you don’t belong in here and also knows that you miss your family and friends, making him want to send you back where you belong to. But on the other hand he got now attached to you, his darker thoughts wanting to keep you. I guess in the end he might be amazing enough to really let you go, it isn’t like he won’t be heartbroken over it for the rest of his life. But that’s where your place is after all.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙At first Sasuke would honestly not care that much, not being that greatly affected when finding out about you and where you’re coming from. But the moment you start becoming useful for him and he knows that you know in a way the whole future you would become very interesting to him.

💙Let’s go back to Orochimaru, shall we? Because that man most likely found you first, using you as a test subject whilst also trying to find a way to unlock your memories, wanting to know what would happen in the future and how he could prevent more unpleasant events in the future. And that’s how Sasuke met you, Orochimaru introducing you to him and telling him everything about you and your mysterious arrival in this world. And you most likely weren’t even surprised, knowing that he would arrive in here.

💙Due to the fact that you two are about the same age (because Sasuke would have a bit of an easier time to get along with someone who is his age) Orochimaru would most likely let you two often spend time together, probably also because he hopes you can help Sasuke inventing some new techniques since you know a lot. I surprisingly think that at the beginning Sasuke was awkward around you due to the fact that you knew everything about him, past and future all seen by you.

💙But that also means you know everything about his brother, leading Sasuke to often questioning you about him. Will he beat him? Where is Itachi now? When will he be able to fight against him? Sasuke is someone who would try to use his Sharingan to get you to tell him, but in the end would find out that Orochimaru seemed to be right. He can’t look into the future and also can’t force you to tell him. But you would still prove to be very helpful, knowing everything about the enemies he will face in the future and their powers, not to mention that you’re very creative and often help him creating new jutsus. So it’s no wonder he took you after having killed Orochimaru, a bit impressed since you weren’t impressed in the least bit.

💙Sasuke wouldn’t be all that interested in your world, not caring about what happened in there or how life in there is. He pretty much only cares about you and that you stay with him. And different from his dear brother he won’t be all that nice when it comes to letting you go.

[kofubisha]

the offer

a stormy evening. an uninvited guest.

[this fic was written for @millenniumzine: a charity zine celebrating the tenth anniversary of noragami's serialization. there are just a few copies left!!!]

When Hiyori walked into the kitchen, she did not expect to find Yato there.

She certainly did not expect to find him making himself comfortable at the table, propping his feet up on its pristine surface and tipping back what looked suspiciously like a can of her father’s preferred after-work beer. She scowled in his direction until he reluctantly removed his feet from the table.

“Daikoku kicked me out,” Yato said, before she could ask.

“He probably had a good reason.”

Hiyori strode across the kitchen, plucked the can out of his grip, and emptied it straight into the sink. “You have a problem.”

Yato smacked his lips unrepentantly. “It’s not my fault your dad has fantastic taste in booze.”

Hiyori cast him a withering look as she sat down. “How many bottles of coins do you think it would take to cover all the alcohol you’ve ‘borrowed’ off various members of my family?”

Yato winced at the prospect. Hiyori, however, had at last noticed what was missing from the room.

“Where’s Yukine?” she asked.

“Daikoku didn’t kick him out.”

Despite his dejected tone, Yato didn’t look particularly sad. He cast his eyes sideways out the window, where the sky was the color of an old bruise.

As if on cue, a single raindrop struck the window. Several more followed, plinking harmlessly against the glass. Seconds later, the sky seemed to swing open, unleashing a cascade of water that hammered the roof like ammunition. Hiyori shuddered at the thought of venturing outside.

Yato seemed to have the same idea, because when he looked back at her his eyes were as full of innocence as a sacrificial lamb’s.

“You wouldn’t make me walk home in this, would you, Hiyori?” he pleaded.

Hiyori just shivered and scrubbed her shoulders. The temperature in the kitchen had already dropped by several degrees. A warm drink would soon fix that. She rose from the table and went to the cupboards, rummaging for a cup.

“Hiyoriiii…” Yato whined.

Hiyori sighed and brought out a second mug. After all, her mother had raised her to be courteous.

As she moved around the kitchen pouring water and lighting the stove under the kettle, the ferocity of the rain outside seemed to fade, if only in her own ears. She could feel Yato watching her. His attention, though obvious, wasn’t unpleasant. At times, Hiyori got the sense that he was a little fascinated by this sort of domestic ritual. She wondered how many others had ever offered him such simple favors.

From the corner of her eye, Hiyori saw the whipping branches of trees outside the window. The wind had risen to a boisterous gale, battering the windows with sheets of water.

“I hope everyone is safe inside,” she murmured, with a thought for her traveling parents and for Masaomi, who was probably holed up in one of his friend’s leaky apartments. Carrying the two mugs over to the table, she again sat down across from Yato.

“Can you believe this, Hiyori?” he held his phone up at her, the screen bright in her face. She blinked.

“…What?”

“No texts! Not even one angry voicemail! Does he care if I get struck by freak lightning and die?!”

Hiyori’s brain slowly caught up with Yato’s chaotic train of thought.

“I’m sure Yukine knows you’re here,” she said comfortingly, unable to suppress a smile at his indignation.

The volume of the wind outside rose sharply. It howled around the eaves of the house like a starving animal. The mournful noise shuddered down Hiyori’s spine, and she curled her shoulders inward around her cup.

“It sounds horrible out there,” she murmured.

At the very moment Yato opened his mouth to respond, the kitchen plunged into darkness.

Before Hiyori could do more than gasp, there was the soft click of a cigarette lighter. Yato’s face appeared, bathed in flickering yellow.

“Well, isn’t this creepy?” he asked. His voice was full of barely repressed mischief. “It’s okay Hiyori, you can cling to me if you’re scared.”

Hiyori’s cheeks grew warm. She pushed herself out of the chair with a clatter and marched across the kitchen.

“This happens all the time,” she shot back at him. “The house is old. We have candles in every room.”

“Then what’s taking you so long?” Yato asked. She could hear the smirk in his voice and Hiyori grit her teeth, fumbling in the kitchen drawers for the expected candles.

When she returned, pointedly not making eye contact with Yato, she set her findings on the table: a single, well-used tea light that, based on the remaining wax, promised fifteen minutes of illumination at most.

“Not very disaster-prepared, are you?” Yato asked. A question Hiyori did not dignify with a response.

Yato lit the candle, then snuffed the cigarette lighter and replaced it in his pocket. The anemic glow did very little to dispel the shadows in the room, but it was a more steady source than the lighter’s open flame.

“This is almost as bad as one of Kofuku’s,” Hiyori observed, staring out the window into the roaring storm. The old house was sturdy enough, but that didn’t stop its ancient bones from shivering and groaning with each savage gust.

Yato eyed Hiyori’s white-knuckled grip on the mug. He leaned over the table toward her, and she felt her cheeks heating up again under the keenness of his gaze.

“My offer still stands, you know,” he said. Hiyori blinked.

“Your offer?”

An odd expression flashed across Yato’s face. It was almost sheepish, but gone before Hiyori could make anything more of it.

“The offer for you to cling to m—”

“Oh, that one,” she said. “No thanks.”

Yato clapped a hand to his chest in exaggerated fashion, collapsing back into the chair with a defeated exhale. Hiyori hoped the darkness of the room concealed her raging blush.

“One day, Hiyori,” he said, stirring his tea. “You’re going to beg for my godly favor, and I won’t be there to help you.”

She almost laughed in his face.

“Yato. I have.”

The corner of his mouth tugged downward.

“I would definitely remember that,” he said, and Hiyori narrowed her eyes.

“You don’t remember when you took my money, evaded my calls, and used my vulnerabilities to your own advantage?”

Yato winced. “‘Used’ is a harsh word.”

“Would ‘exploited’ be more accurate?”

He fell silent at that, which bothered her. Hiyori wasn’t used to getting the last word.

“I guess it would,” he said. His voice was light, and if Hiyori could have seen his expression she might have believed it a joke. But his eyes were in shadow, and the shape of his mouth was flat and humorless.

“What I meant…”

Her words trailed off. Hiyori desperately wished for Yukine to be there. She didn’t know why the mood had altered, nor why the air seemed to thicken in her mouth when she tried to speak.

“I just meant that…you’ve already helped me.”

Her voice dropped to little more than a whisper at the end, and her scalp tingled with shame. Why was this such an awkward admission? She’d told him as much before. Hiyori’s ears grew impossibly hotter as she remembered how effortlessly—how proudly she’d claimed him as her god of fortune.

This was different.

The struggling flame from the tea light had been barely enough to illuminate their faces, and as the seconds ticked by, its glow was weakening.

She dared to hope Yato hadn’t heard her.

“Hiyori.”

Her head snapped up. Yato’s voice was startlingly close. He leaned toward her again, both elbows resting on the table. Hiyori made the mistake of meeting his eyes. She wondered, sometimes, how anyone could think blue eyes cold.

“You’re kind,” he said, simply.

Hiyori made an embarrassing sound in the back of her throat. To escape Yato’s eyes, she hid her steaming face in her mug and took an ambitious gulp of what turned out to be very cold, bitter tea.

Spluttering, she set her cup back on the table and reached for Yato’s, horrified when she saw he had already consumed its entire contents.

“Why did you drink the whole thing?!” she wailed, brandishing the empty cup in Yato’s face.

“I thought it was fine,” he said.

Hiyori glared at him, inexplicably furious. She wasn’t sure toward whom that anger was directed, but it felt more substantial than a dispute over cold tea.

At that moment, the candle went out.

Yato cursed—colorfully but quietly—and she heard the lighter flick again. The candle flared once, then went out.

Hiyori blinked rapidly, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the absolute darkness. Outside, the tempest was amassing its forces. There was no lightning in this storm: only rain, wind, and utter dark.

It was the kind of storm that spawned monsters, and Hiyori, despite herself, was afraid of it.

“I’m sure we have a flashlight,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Before Hiyori could even lurch out of her chair, a set of fingers closed around her wrist. She froze. Surely, surely, Yato could feel the wild hammering of her blood beneath his thumb.

“Is this all right?” he asked.

Hiyori didn’t immediately respond. She was stunned at how unexpectedly warm his hand felt against hers. Interpreting her silence as a denial, Yato immediately withdrew, and Hiyori’s stomach plunged horribly at the loss of contact.

“No, w—”

She barely had to speak before his hand returned, closing gently around her wrist. She allowed him to move her fingers so that they interlocked with his. The tension began to drain out of her body, and Hiyori dared not question why.

“This doesn’t count,” she heard herself blurt.

She couldn’t see his face, but she knew Yato was looking at her, confused. Gathering herself as best she could, Hiyori said:

“This doesn’t count towards your offer.”

Yato didn’t respond immediately, but his fingers tightened around hers. A conversation like this really would be impossible if she could see him.

“Of course it doesn’t,” he replied. “That’s why I’m not charging.”

The fondness in Yato’s voice set her ears aflame, and she lost any ready response she might have had. She was almost glad that she couldn’t see his expression

The pressure of his hand around hers was gentle. He cradled it like it was an exquisite thing. Tingling warmth seemed to spread from her chest through her whole body: not the heat of embarrassment, but something tender and protective. Something that made moisture spring to her eyes, and urged her to curl her fingers tighter around Yato’s own.

A little longer, Hiyori thought. She held Yato’s hand tight in hers, and she prayed to the storm.

Just a little bit longer like this.