#but i'll include the tw just in case

[clown-demon]

I FINISHED THEIR CHARACTER SHEET AND THAT TOOK ME FOREVER. My lad is a walking body horror eyeball mess...

[pastafossa]

Pasta I inhaled this new chapter like it was heroin (much like the dog in the elevator inhaling Jane’s wound smell) I’m so glad you’ve been feeling better!! 🫶🫶🫶 How is the wood carving going?

Jfc I'm wheezing 💀💀💀

I remember setting up that line and going, "too much?... nah, that 'doggy SNNNRRRCCHHHHH' noise like the dog's doing a line is PERFECT". AND IT WAS. And thank you!

I'm going to reblog this when I have a chance to take a pic but the wood carving is coming along nicely! I've got a few more wood spirit faces carved for the windchime and I found a MASSIVE FUCKING DRIFTWOOD BRANCH at the lake that's like, 8 feet long and a bit thicker than my forearm (sis had to help carry it out with me, we did that 'each end on our shoulders' with my smaller bag hanging between us like we'd hunted down a pig and were carting it out, she puts up with WAY too much from me), and I'm going to TURN IT INTO A WALKING STICK WITH A SNAKE. Or maybe a face. Somehow. I don't know, I've never made a walking stick, but I'm excited anyway! I'll figure it out. I've also been invited to a local pagan pride nature day event and they want me to set up at a lil table there and talk about wood carving! WHICH IS FUCKING AMAZING, A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE??? TO HEAR ME TALK ABOUT THIS??? SOLD, DONE, GONNA DO IT.

[mikey-writes1986]

Killers and their sleeping habits!

Including: RZ Michael Myers, '78 Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Martin Mathias, '76 Carrie White, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher(separate and together), Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, and Vincent Sinclair

TW: slight sexual content

If people like this I'll do a part two with the rest of the slashers I write for. This has 11 because I just couldn't split up Billy and Stu...

RZ Michael Myers:

Can fall asleep anywhere, but won't. He doesn't sleep often, but when he does it's in your bed. He'd much prefer to lay there and watch you, but he's human too. He likes to crawl into bed late at night after coming home, not caring about getting your sheets dirty with his blood smeared clothes. He just lays there on his back, arms pressed to his sides, mask still on; deadly silent. He breathes so shallow you may think he's dead. You worry he'll suffocate sleeping with the mask on, but he doesn't care. He never moves or shifts when he wakes up, there isn't even a change in his demeanor. He'll just lay there until you get up, not wanting to disturb you. You're welcome to cuddle up to his side, lay on top of him, use him as a human pillow if you desire. He won't move to make you comfortable, but he won't push you away either. In summary, he's essentially a rock.

'78 Michael Myers:

He sleeps facing the wall. Unhinged. He doesn't care about anything coming to get him. He knows he's why other people can't sleep like that. He really does it to show you he trusts you, he's like a cat. Sometimes he sleeps with the mask on, sometimes without it. He doesn't care, he'll sleep in the clothes he's wearing. Like his Rob Zombie counterpart, he doesn't care about getting your bed dirty. He snores very lightly, not enough to be annoying though. If you say you want to cuddle he'll throw his arm back for you to wrap around, that's about it. He'll take it back when it gets uncomfortable too. Your best option for cuddles is a weird semi-spooning position, aka just pressing yourself against his back. He actually enjoys sleeping, but wakes up at ridiculous times. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he decides it's morning for him and he's had enough sleep. He won't wake you up purposefully, so him getting out of bed won't be an issue unless you're a really light sleeper. In that case it's your problem, not his. Overall, decent. Seems cold and uncaring but really just a sleepy, grumpy cat.

Brahms Heelshire:

He's the worst. The absolute worst. He'll whine until you go to bed with him and then he won't let you go. He needs to be clinging to you all night. He doesn't take the mask off so you sleep with his cold mask pressing against you wherever he decides his face belongs. He doesn't care if you have to pee, if you wanna get up, if you're not ready to go to bed, if you're thirsty, hungry, hot, cold; excuses. All of it. He's not letting you go. He'll sleep in his own bed if you make him, but he'll whine about it. If he can't sleep then he expects you to stay awake with him. And if he wakes up in the middle of the night, so do you. He's a very light sleeper so don't even try to escape. If he doesn't get enough sleep he's cranky too. He wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to make him breakfast. So yeah, 0/10 would not recommend.

Billy Lenz:

You basically have to sedate him to get him to bed, but he doesn't make a big deal of it. When he does fall asleep, don't wake him. Treat him like a sleeping baby. Most of the time he just likes to sit in your bed and watch you sleep. He's iffy about physical touch, but sometimes he'll stroke your hair or put his hand on your thigh. He sleeps in small intervals, curled up in a ball. He doesn't like sleeping either, so he'll push it away until he passes out. He sleeps on the floor, too. For some reason he won't sleep on the bed. He'll sit on it and watch you, but won't sleep on it no matter how many times you tell him it's fine. He'll wake up if you put a blanket over him, which sucks considering he's skin and bones and is always freezing. He also wakes up sometimes and just rocks back and forth, staring into space. He won't tell you why, but you assume he has some kind of nightmares. He's never loud, just mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. I'd say knock him out with melatonin gummies, just tell him it's a snack. You should eat one first to prove they're safe... and make sure to keep him away from the bottle, he'll eat them all after chewing through the childproof cap.

Martin Mathias:

Martin's abnormally sleepy, he enjoys naps and sleeps at least 10 hours per night when he's not out hunting for blood. You can't even watch a movie with him, he'll doze off in the first 10 minutes. In the rare occasion he isn't tired, he likes to hold you close with the lights off and talk softly. He likes late night conversation and gentle touches more than anything. He just wants to feel loved. He definitely sleeps shirtless, so you get to enjoy that. He likes to sleep on his side, holding you to his front with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wakes up and gently kisses your neck in the mornings before slipping away. He's tried his hand at making breakfast to bring to you in bed, and he's not half bad at it. But a lot of the time he just holds you in the mornings and watches you breathe.

Carrie White:

At first she'll be hesitant about sleeping in the same bed, knowing what it could lead to. But if you show her over time that it's okay, she's be glad to. She appreciates the way you hold her after nightmares, soothing her and wiping her tears. Please be gentle with her, she doesn't even think she deserves you. She's a light sleeper and will stick to her side of the bed unless you tell her you want to hold her. She'll happily cuddle up and read a book or watch a movie with you before bed. Just please make her feel loved.

Billy Loomis and Stu:

Just Billy:

Billy is a chronic insomniac. No, he won't make you stay up with him. Yes, he would appreciate it a lot. He likes to stay up and watch scary movies a lot, he'd be over the moon if you'd be willing to do that with him... not that he'd tell you. He'd act like it's annoying and he wants to be alone, but you both know that isn't true. Another thing, if you cuddle he has to be the big spoon. It makes him feel big and strong, lie he's protecting you. Let him feel good about himself, it doesn't happen often. If he wakes up before you he wont even try to be quiet. He'll just get up. He's kinda quiet anyway, but it sucks if you're a light sleeper. If you snore he'll wake up to tell you to be quiet. He's also very warm, so if you run cold he'll cling to you at night. Otherwise, he's fine with cuddling or not cuddling. He acts too good for everything but he's secretly glad someone like you sleeps next to him every night and trusts him enough to not be scared.

Just Stu:

Yet another lanky boy who likes to cage you in. Also snores right in your ear, not sorry at all. He also likes watching movies late at night, but if you lay down to watch something after 11 he's knocked out. He could stay up late if he wanted to, but he only ever does when he's out somewhere or trying to keep Billy company. He's such an ass too, he pretends to be sleeping in the morning when you wake up so you'll kiss his forehead then he'll squeeze your ass and start laughing hysterically. He thinks it's hilarious to suddenly grab or kiss you when you think he's asleep. If you tell him to seriously stop, he will, but it'll secretly bum him out a little. Also if you tell him you don't wanna cuddle he'll straight up get up and go sleep on the couch just to be petty. So, yeah, just let him cuddle with you.

Both:

If you have to deal with this, you WILL overheat. You'll have Billy on one side and Stu on the other, both trying to cling to you more than the other. This is all night, every night. If you say you want personal space or your own bed they'll grant it, but they'll also both blame it on the other for being too clingy or making you uncomfortable. This is basically all of dating both of them, a constant fight over you. It even shows in sleeping habits! Just make sure to give them equal attention to avoid fighting.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba's the biggest cuddle bug you'll ever meet. He'll let you do virtually anything if it means you're close to/touching him. He loves to wrap you up in his big, strong arms and hold you close all night. There's a few downsides to this though. He sleeps like a boulder, meaning that if you move away from him he'll basically steam-roll you trying to find you again. He ends up crushing you in his sleep more often than you'd think. Another thing, his hold on you is very firm, you have to wiggle out of it to get up which isn't very good if you have to pee or your alarm's going off. He's also another victim of the horrendously loud snores. He's also incredibly warm, you don't even need blankets. It's terrible in the summer, but in winter it's great to have a personal heater. It may be annoying sometimes, but you have to step back and realize he holds you so tight because he loves you and he's terrified of your leaving. Please be kind to him.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is probably competing with Brahms for the worst, just definitely for different reasons. He kicks in his sleep, snores so loud you can hear it through two closed doors, feels like a radiator, takes up the whole bed, is impossible to move, and hogs the covers. All I can say is good luck. He also talks. Like fully talks, full sentences and coherent phrases while completely unconscious. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to him kicking you through the blanket while muttering utterly terrifying things. He'll let you sleep separately from him, but he'll whine about it and claim you don't love him. You can pick your battles with Bo, you won't win either way.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is probably the best out of everyone. He's not too hot or cold, he doesn't snore or move too much but he isn't a rock like Michael. Nothing offends him either, if you want personal space it's yours. If you steal the blankets or kick or move, he doesn't care. The only thing is that he stays up late. You have to practically drag him to bed, but he won't fight once you get him away from his work. He likes to hold you at night. He's very gentle with you, he keeps his grip light and tried not to overwhelm you with affection. He's just so happy that you'd even care enough to make sure he sleeps... that you'd even care about him. Please just give him some loving, show him that he deserves it. He's so sweet and considerate. If you're tired he'll carry you to bed and there's no way he'll let you get up till you've gotten enough sleep. He's never rough, but he cares for you a lot and would like you to sleep. You need to make sure he sleeps too. He gets barely enough sleep. Cuddle him and make sure he sleeps too. Please.

[aireia]

pretty. — shopping for your wedding gown went a little wrong.

tw/cw: tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, fluff/crack, reader wears a dress + satoru calls them his future wife —masterlist

you smile and place your palms under your chin, wondering how you got to this point. your snowy haired fiancé is currently twirling around with a custom tailored wedding gown… which he wasn’t going to be wearing on your wedding day anyway, because he would never hear the end of it from his first year trio. okay, yuji probably wouldn’t have said anything, but nobara and megumi would bully him out of his own wedding. without a doubt, 100 percent.

your mind tried running through the events that had unfolded over the past two weeks, finally stopping at where everything started.

-

“pretty.” 

those were the only words that satoru gojo had to say the moment the both of you had found the perfect wedding dress for you. detailed right down to the final bits of the dress, it matched you perfectly with your favourite flowers weaved into the design, just the perfect length… it was everything you were looking for.

the sound of your soft laughter brought him out of his awestruck expression. “thank you, but as much as i love it, it feels just a little uncomfortable.” you sounded a little disappointed, and satoru couldn’t help but notice every little shift and movement you made… especially that mischievous look in your eyes and grin plastered on your face the moment you thought of a ‘solution.’ 

“maybe you should be the one in a dress at our wedding. i’m sure the strongest can handle a little bit of discomfort.”  

now, you and gojo had known each other for probably more than a decade. he knew better than anyone else that you were joking. but you were basically challenging him with that last sentence, right? 

he abruptly stood up from the couch he was sitting on once you had gotten to changing out of the wedding gown before marching off to one of the nearby employees and asking about any dresses his size, only to be met with the response of, “this is an unusual request, but there are quite a few dresses that would compliment you-” the employee coughed a few times before continuing, “-but we are closing soon, so there might not be enough time to try them on-” 

“i'll take all of them.”

“pardon?”

“including the one my future wife chose. okay thanks!”

the total came up to about 1.2 million yen. for a dress for you and those 3 gowns the employee picked out, it horrified everyone present at the counter. everyone but him, of course. 

back to present time, that’s how you found yourself being the one and only audience member for your beloved’s fashion show. for a good reason, you wanted to chew him out for spending that recklessly. then again, this is the same guy who decides to buy two of the same items no matter how expensive it is “just in case the other one goes missing.”

you sigh softly before turning your attention back onto him. he’s currently trying on the final dress, and has finally got rid of the sunglasses. you can’t help but admit that he actually looks good in the dress, sparkling with all the right types of gems and jewels, paired with his now visible long eyelashes, he looks pretty. 

“so? how do i look!!?” satoru asks with enthusiasm, spinning around you in circles. 

“hmm, maybe i should be the one wearing your suit that day instead,” you jokingly say to him. he understood, laughing before ruffling your hair. 

“as if i’d let you.” a comfortable silence filled the air afterwards, being broken afterwards by satoru confessing, “i dream of seeing you wearing that in front of me at the altar, you know?”

your eyes at this. you weren’t expecting him to say something like that so sudden. 

“i can wear it at night when-” satoru’s sentence was cut off by a light punch to his gut. 

“hell no.”

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

@rninies still can't write fluff unfortunately, writing this fried my brain

[soy-soi-si]

Imagine y/n having to join the team as a stand in for another person that was supposed to be there. And everything goes wrong.

Tw. angst, brief torture, injuries, death, past abuse, helplessness, reader almost dying. Foul language! Really crappy writing and not proof read prolly missing a few Tw's as well.

Y/n doesn't like the group at first. They seem patronizing, constantly talking about the person who was going to join. Constantly asking if you could actually do what he was supposed to. Hell even when she was completing the mission they kept checking on her more than each other even if two of them were under fire. She got so annoyed with Price after the genuine thirtieth time he told her the step by step of what she already did.

“If you keep fucking patronizing me I'll bust your balls Mr. Price is right. Now fuck off I'm already done.” She sighs at the deactivated bomb having completely gutted it and made sure it's not going to explode. Not to mention rescuing the hostages and securing the building and her section.

The laughter over comes echo's in her ear as she turns to the man it was strapped to as he cries out his thanks. She already checked him for weapons along with the other hostages; she untied them all and now has them in a corner taking cover just in case. Mostly women and a couple kids like three men including the one she saved.

She also deactivated the other bombs in her building and surrounding. “Christ sake your feisty lass!” she scoffs in response to soap, no longer looking at the civilians “You cunts have done nothing but baby and patronize me the entire time I've been around you. Sit and spin you big bitch.” The others chuckle at the end of the sentence.

“What am I sitting on again lassie?” she smirks “My fuckin 31cm dildo I'm gonna fuck you with later.” The cackles echo from gaz and roach. She hums before turning back to the civilians. “She's right about you patronizing her.” Ghost's voice echoes from the coms as a gunshot does as well. “my sector is clear.” She blinks as she hears movement outside.

“I think some strays came to my sector. I'm hearing stuff outside.” She raises her gun slowly moving to a window. She catches a peak of a huge group of the enemy surrounding her building. “I'm surrounded, there's easily a hundred if not over. Shit!” she notices one of them aiming up at the windows and she drops down. “these guy were not fucking anywhere near here until now…” she pauses as she hears one of the radios from the enemy in the hall and she crawls over to the door and she spots it sitting out front by the dead body and she grabs it closing the door again.

She listens to them moving to defend the hostages. “shit, they're telling everyone to come to my building!” She puts the other Radio against her mic. “Find the hostages, and the woman…” that's all she can make out before the window shatters along with an explosion. “take her alive and kill everyone else.” her ears are ringing as she sees someone coming out of the smoker and she shoots at them.

Searing agony sweeps through her after a second. She couldn't even tell she screamed as someone tackled her. “Get the fuck off of me!” Shooting them straight in the face then she shoots once at any movement she can make out the gun quickly clicking in response so she drops it pulling her handgun.

Then it's knocked from her hand as soldiers shoot at her from the doorway and it doesn't take long for her to realize she's on the floor surrounded by enemies. Each hostage she just saved gathered in front of her an executive guilt filling her body as each of them are made to look at her. She can't lift her hands or legs anymore in pure agony as the adrenaline is gone and so is each person she just met.

The seemingly leader steps in front of her holding a knife flipping it in his hand smiling as he crouches down to her eye level. She saw his picture and couldn't help but recognize him. “Hello there doll, you mind telling me where the pretty boy who was supposed to be on this mission is?” she glares at him. As he taps it against her neck, lightly cutting her skin each time. “So you've got Intel from our base. Sorry but he's fuckin dead. Died off base via a psycho girlfriend who thought he was cheating on him.” he takes a second before smiling. “Amazing news, pity I didn't get the honor though.” he cuts her wire. “But I'll make up for that with you pretty girl.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

She never wanted to die, at least not like this, not after lying her ass off about everything they wanted to know as they tortured her. She wanted to gloat in their face after what she said gets them caught and killed. But she could be proud at least at the wide eye angel personality and face she's pulling the cries and blubbering all fake.

“Puhluse I've told you everything!” She sniffles crying in agony, her eyes wide as she's pushed into a freezer, one you would have in a garage for wild game or fish except it's more like a transport cooler in size. The lid slammed shut over her and it's pushed into a hole of sorts crashing into the side then onto the small box beneath her.

“No, no no!” She tries pushing the lid up but it's heavier and heavier as dirt covers it. “FUCKIN BASTARD!” She kicks the lid, not even budging. She lays as she notices how cold it is here, probably freshly turned off.

She takes a few deep breaths as she knows she'll die in here sooner or later. She searches for her phone in her bra quickly finding it. Looking at the battery it's almost dead. “Shit” 10% she quickly shoots a text to her brothers group chat. A simple I love you. Before she calls the number one of the idiots gave her before they actually went on field. She desperately listens to the ringing before it's picked up. “Are you the Sargent!” She can hear the vehicle running. “Yes it's fuckin me! I lied to them about the information. They're headed for West Point and go get them! I want them to die for this!” She tears up knowing damn well she's setting herself up to die sending them away from her she bites her lip sniffling at the bright screen in agony.

“I’m sorry I fucked up big time. Just tell my brothers I'm sorry and that I love them.” “Y/n where are you.” Price's voice now echoes from the phone. “Dunno, but I'll be, I'll be.” she chokes back a sob at the words memories coming back as she looks at the lid above her. “I’ll be fine, just go get 'em for me. West point I sent them towards the dummy container and warehouse they're looking for weaponry.” her hands are shaking as the cold gets to her.

“Y/n breathe for me what are your surroundings like right now.” Gaz practically chokes out his question. “They buried me. You won't find me in time even if you look. Just go get them! Stop worrying about me and go get them! I didn't just go through torture for you to fucking fail on me!” She is starting to get sleepy as she switches her phone to the most battery saving settings she can. Sniffling, she looks at the phone. “Please tell him I love him and that I'm sorry. He's the, he's the one that was supposed to be on the mission he's my little brother,” laughing once she sighs, “Thank you for everything even if it was annoying for you to patronize me.” She smiles at the screen as Ghost goes to speak “we’re not going to-” it dies in the middle of his sentence, leaving her alone in the pitch black. She begins sobbing uncontrollably holding her phone in front of her wishing it was still on.

“N-no, ple-euase, I don-n't wa-auhnnt to digh-ie,” she can't breathe with how much she's choked up. “N, Noaut liku- ke, th-This-ss,” she's just getting more distraught by the second as all the composure she's been keeping until now is gone. She just sits there remembering her life, her recent life, then her childhood remembering how her dad would lock her in their freezer when he got angry.

“Da-Daddy please I don't want to die like this.” she can practically hear him scream from the other side as white spots appear in her vision. “Shut the fuck up you little whore!”

She reaches up barely able to feel her body as she knocks on the freezer like how she used to since it was against her and her siblings room. She can't even speak as she can't move anymore and she turns looking at her phone again in her limp hand.

I'm so sorry, I said I'd be fine on my own.

She didn't even realize she passed out not until her eyes opened again as sudden warmth hit her, let alone how it grabbed her neck. “She's alive!” Roaches' voice screams from above her as she's ripped from the freezing cold and put on the burning hot dirt of the outback. Someone pushed her onto her back doing chest compression then grabbing her nose before blowing into her mouth her head tilted back. Once then twice. Then three times as suddenly she gains control of her breathing, her head no longer as fuzzy as she chokes breathing looking around dazed.

She's rolled onto her side. “She's lost a huge amount of blood, the freezer floors full of it!” She hears roach climbing out as she lays her head on the dirt, unable to move besides shaking, noticing the early signs of hypothermia in her hands as they're almost blue.

“I got her phone to come on!” Roach and the second person here get in the back of the buggy and she notices finally it's a blonde man with a balaclava pulled down showing his scarred face then she sees the familiar mask on the top of his head and the tactical gear and she hears soap cursing in the front. “Patch her up already you fuckin bastards!” she looks at Ghost, feeling her tear stained face clearly along with her snot caked onto her. Seeing some on him from mouth to mouth.

He leans over her trying to wrap her head but she reaches up using what's left of her sleeve to wipe off her snot and tears off of him. He looks at her surprised but more so worried. “Aren’t you handsome, sorry about the snot.” her voice is barely there as her arm falls as she passes out again.

She didn't know scared older military men were her type.

[the-necromancer-wife]

14 days with you: A comprehensive (i hope so) guide on what are those encrypted messages on day 4.

Soooo for those who don't know, i have a special interest for cryptoanalisis and even took classes when the military showed up at my school (it's a normal thing for the military to come recluting in my country lmao, males even have to go one year of mandatory military training) anyway. I noticed something interesting on day four and i don't know if anyone else has tried to decipher these. But i don't want to just limit to give the decoded message, so in this post i'll teach you how exactly this type of cipher works so you can respond to this guy in his same language >:3

TW: Spoilers for 14dwy (of course) and a looong rant. Those are the only warnings.

Just scroll to the end in case you're just looking for the translations alone.

The first two messages are pretty easy to decode since it's just ascii. You can easily translate it online or if you know the language of 0s and 1s you can just read it through.

The first one reads a bit more harder than the other two but it says "HI ANGEL" and "ERROR: I SEE YOU" or something like that.

The main thing it's the more complicated set of words we get later:

This specific cipher is called Monoalphabetic substitution.

I'll teach you how it works:

Monoalphabetic ciphers are a type of substitution cipher where each letter in the plaintext is mapped to a fixed letter in the ciphertext. This mapping remains consistent throughout the entire message. The primary goal of these ciphers is to convert plaintext into ciphertext and vice versa, ensuring data security.

Basically swaps a letter for another and that's it. Well...not quite. There is also different categories when you work with this specific cipher. You have to take into account if the spaces on the encrypted message must be kept (Aristocrat cipher) or ignored (Patristocrat cipher). In this case we'll be taking the spaces into account. You also must take into account the language, since russian monoalphabetic and english monoalphabetic (for example) are completely different (obviously).

You need to start guessing the letters with the only clue being the text itself.

It might sound complicated but it is really simple. I'll work with the messages in the game directly while i show you:

We already know that the language is english, so there is must likely two letters we already have, and it's the letter "I" and the letter "A". Since those are the only single character you could use separately from the others to indicate personal first-person pronoun and an adjective respectively. The first issue is that we have two letters that repeat themselves as single letters throughout the messages: Letter "P" and letter "M"

So we must figure out which letter corresponds to which substitute letter. So my recommendation is to look for short words through the messages that include a P or an M

We have PIJ and PS and JMJ, AMQ and AMS for example. The ideal would be to look for any words with P and M both included, but i didn't find any word. So if you replace Ps and Ms as

P→I

M→A

Basically the words are IIJ IS JAJ AAQ AAS

Notice how the "IS" seemed to be partially solved but could be "IS" or "AS" since we don't have confirmation of actually P→I. Of course, all of this assuming S→S

When you do the substitution as P=A and M=I we have something like this: AIJ AS JIJ AIQ AIS

the AIQ and AIS are two really interesting words since they could be pronouns. HIS and HIM respectively, but this is all a process of trial and error until you try every possible combination that will get you to eventually complete more words (bigger words) and fill in the gaps, obtaining more letters.

It kinda reminds me to the system of learning a language in this game called HOMICIPHER.

Anyway, I'll save you some troubles and try some more combinations.

If we assume that

S→S

P→I

M→A

We can now try to figure out bigger words. Words that contain S, P and M

Btw this is a super complicated thing to do as it sometimes requires more of a leap of faith than a proper analysis. So this is a process that goes back and forth.

For example, we see the word PQ a lot. The P being I and the Q could be an S so it forms the word "IS". But when we see that S=S the only other possible combination is Q→M

So now we have another letter deciphered and we can try and replace the letters in bigger words to see how many more letters we can complete. From this point on it gets a lot easier unless we make a mistake, in which case we need to go back and try other combinations.

Now that you have the method, you can try and figure it out by your own. But if you don't feel like it, I'll just leave the full substitutions below. I encourage you to skip it and try to figure out all the letters by yourself, it's pretty fun.

HCJWTBYKNDRGIUEAMQSLOPFVXZ is the key for solving this.

See?

Of course i will translate all the messages for you in case you just want to read them.

TRANSLATIONS:

HOW INTERESTING. A LOWLY, MEAGRE INTERLOPER ATTEMPTING TO REWRITE WHAT HAS ALREADY BEEN ORDAINED SINCE THE BEGINNING...

YOU REMEMBER NOTHING OF YOUR PAST NOR HOW YOU CAME TO BE, YET HERE YOU ARE, ATTEMPTING TO DIG UP THE ROOTS OF FATE AS THOUGH IT WERE A WEED AND PLANTING YOUR OWN CORRUPT SEEDLING IN ITS PLACE

PERHAPS WE ARE THE SAME, THEN

I TOO FIND ENJOYMENT IN DISRUPTING THE VINES OF KISMET AND WATCHING HIM STRUGGLE

(Kismet = a force that controls the future, outside human control)

TWAS I WHO GAVE HIM HIS GIFT, AS I DID WITH OTHERS, AND YET HE WASTES SUCH SPOILS ON A LOWLY MORTAL TO BORROW MORE TIME. I SUPPOSE THE LIFE OF MANY MATTERS NOT TO THE LIFE OF ONE

NO MATTER. SUCH TRIVIAL ENTERTAINMENT IS NOT LOST ON ME

GO ON, CONTINUE DOWN THIS FOOLISH, OVERGROWN PATH AND SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN. TIS NOT THY WILTING SOUL I FEED ON AND IT SHALL NOT BE THY LIFE I CLAIM ONCE THE ENDING HAS BEGUN

AFTER ALL, I AM THE END, JUST AS I AM THE BEGINNING AND THE IN-BETWEEN. THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE, COMBINED INTO ONE. I AM INEVITABLE.

...

Final thoughts:

This doesn't seem like something Ren would say, not even [REDACTED] since whatever this is seems to be ancient (judging by the language) and completely able to "give" abilities to people.

I personally believe there is certain philosophy under the idea of "being a programmer" or a "hacker" since it's one of the only instances in which a human can become something remotely closer to a god. When you think about it, within that knowledge lies the ability to name (variables), the ability to give a purpose and overall the ability to control what happened, happens and will happen. Considering that 14dwy is a game that heavily brings the topic of something (probably Ren/Redacted) messing with the code, i wouldn't be surprised if this entity that speaks in criptic manners was something among the lines of a laplace demon. Which would be hella funny, because the nickname Ren chose for us ("Angel").

I could explain more about the Laplace Demon concept if you, dear readers, are interested but that would be for another occasion. Another essay hehe.

For now, a huge thanks to @14dayswithyou for their amazing work in cryptography. I had a lot of fun deciphering this. I am excited about what this game will turn out to be.

Have a really great day/night!

[mimicha-arts]

LC - YINGDU EP1 SPOILERS, TW - blood, death scenes

Yeah I logged in just for LC to sum up things in my DMs with Forest (love u), mostly about dives.

Still have too many ideas about how mechanics actually work, as well as abilities transmigration, so I'll focus on differences of dives and some things from previous seasons.

Scene with Vein.

In my understanding, the opening scene already includes 2 different developments of events.

1, where CXS, after being wounded, was led by LG into the room, while Vein went to pick up the gun. We see bloody footprints, traces on the table, but that's all.

2, where Vein is already standing at the closed door, clearly shows other events - a chair, other objects scattered on the floor, according to the blood prints, the body seemed to have been dragged + there are no prints on the tabletop.

What is also interesting is that the background is slightly different in both scenes, if you pay attention to the shelves on the left.

There is a difference in the photos too - the first version shows only a crack, the second - a broken glass.

For me, the conclusion is that already here we see 2 different timelines.

Lu Guang's injury

In the first option, although Vein shoots at the door, he misses (time ~ 23:11), Lu Guang closes the door and is not injured

So , missing scene

We don't know what happened for about an hour. In the second version (cause it has stains on the floor, overturned things), the blood on the photo already speaks of the not shown scene. I doubt that Vein simply changed his mind and left, so Lu Guang had to "deal with" him.

At this point, he himself is deeply wounded, but the most important thing is that in these shots we are shown his yellow eyes - this is already a dive in a dive, some kind of repetition of the events.

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At the same time, this drive is different from the drive that was shown in the second season.

The blood pattern on his clothes is similar, but even if we exclude the fact that he doesn't look out of breath/in pain, there are other details.

- blood stains on his face - furnishings, of objects on the table - blood on hands (by the way, in the scene with Vein, when he raised his hands in front of him, both of his hands were covered in blood)

Lu Guang's watch

For us as viewers, the watch on his right hand is a familiar part of the design, he wears it on his right hand in both s1 and s2

So, after diving, the first thing he tries to do is check the time, and looks at his right hand.

We still don't know the origin of his watch, since he didn't wear them in almost all the flashbacks. Except for the new one, where the watch is on his left hand.

Thus, Yingdu gives us a new diving point - April 12th (in addition to the dives on September 13).

Maybe the time of this dive will correlate with the time indicated in s2 (but with which there were no associated events)

Except for the poster, the watch on Lu Guang's left hand appeared in the flashback of CXS's death in s2, which probably separates this variant of his death from the ones shown in the scene with Vein, and perhaps the difference can give us insight into the timeline's chronologies later on.

September and April

To be honest, this whole thing makes me very excited, because of the existence of the old theory about the broken time in April and September - I wrote about it in detail a year ago in that post

Emma, April-September and chronology

For me, this means that circumstances of the case, who the unknown victim was, although they have faded into the background now, will still be a key.

Pretty sure this has all been discussed, but thanks for reading. Let's all… have fun with the new season ~

[vigilante-3073]

Fast Car

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: The three times that Sam watched Dean and Y/N sing along to one of their favorite country songs and the one time he didn't.

TW: Pre-established relationship, fluff, dancing, kissing, marriage and children.

Sam sat at a small table in the corner of the crowded country bar as he looked through news stories on his laptop. They had just finished a case in Oklahoma and Sam had the responsibility looking for their next hunt.

He looked up from his screen, eyes quickly finding his brother across the bar. Dean's hands were resting on his girlfriend's hips, holding her close as they sang along to Fast Car by Tracy Chapman.

"You got a fast car

I got a plan to get us out of here

I been working at the convenience store

Managed to save just a little bit of money

Won't have to drive too far

Just 'cross the border and into the city

You and I can both get jobs

And finally see what it means to be living."

Dean pulled away slightly, taking her hand and spinning her around with a wide smile. She laughed, leaning into him as he pulled her back in. Y/N had always loved country music and she had been slowly expanding Dean's musical inventory to include her favorite songs.

Fast Car had quickly become their song and they couldn't go on a road trip without playing it at least once. Sam couldn't bring himself to be annoyed because of how happy it made his brother.

How happy Y/N made his brother.

They were perfect together and there would always be a part of Sam that hoped to find a love like that again after he had lost Jess.

Dean's hands slid from her waist into the back pocket of her jeans as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

There was something almost sad about the song, it was something that he and Dean would probably never be able to experience.

A simple life.

Settling down and starting a family.

And Dean deserved it more than anyone in the world.

...

The impala sped down the highway, the music was blasting and the windows were rolled down. Sam sat in the backseat, staring out at the vast field that ran alongside the highway.

The summer air was hot and the roads were empty as they drove back to the bunker after a successful hunt.

Y/N was in the front seat, body turned towards Dean as they sung along to the song.

"So I remember we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone."

Dean looked over at her, watching the wind blow her hair around as he drove. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her over to his side before his eyes returned the road ahead of them.

Sam watched them for a moment, smiling to himself as Dean drummed his hand against the steering wheel to the beat of the music.

Y/N turned her head, pressing a kiss to Dean's cheek. He smiled, thumb stroking across the material of her t-shirt fondly.

She rested her head down on his shoulder, hand resting on his knee as she listened to him sing along to the music.

...

Sam made his way down the hallway towards the kitchen after his run, glancing at his watch with a frown as he paused in the doorway.

Music was blaring from Y/N's speaker as her and Dean moved around the kitchen making breakfast. Y/N chopped up strawberries on a cutting board while Dean flipped a pancake in a pan with bacon crackling away on another burner.

Dean suddenly turned towards his girlfriend, using the spatula as a microphone as he sung to her.

"You got a fast car

We go cruising to entertain ourselves

You still ain't got a job

And I work in a market as a checkout girl

I know things will get better

You'll find work and I'll get promoted

We'll move out of the shelter

Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs."

Y/N smiled widely, abandoning the knife on the cutting board before singing the next line into the spatula. Dean reached out and grabbed her hand, spinning her around before pulling her back against his chest.

Y/N laughed, hand resting on his forearm as they swayed together. Dean spun her back around before releasing her with a wink.

He turned back to the stove, flipping the pancake before sliding over to his girlfriend and pressing a kiss to the back of her head. His hands found her hips before pulling her away from her cutting board and into his arms. Dean spun her around in his hold, taking her hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist before guiding them in a few practiced steps. He held her close to himself, singing along loudly before pulling away and spinning her around.

Dean pulled her back against his chest, pressing a kiss to her temple before sweeping her back into their dance.

They glided around the room, he spun her a few more times before wrapping both of his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to her's in a gentle kiss.

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair before they reluctantly broke apart and returned to their tasks.

Their relationship almost seemed effortless to Sam.

It was almost like everything else faded away when they were together. It was the purest form of love that anyone could hope to find in this messed up world.

...

Dean turned off the television, tossing the remote aside with a sigh, "Nothin' on, buddy," He muttered, looking down at the Terrier mix who blinked up at him from the floor. Dean grabbed his phone from the coffee table, clicking the power button and feeling relieved when he didn't see any notifications on his screen.

Sam was supposed to come over for dinner to see some of the renovations that Dean had done on the new house. Dean still couldn't believe how many changes had occurred in the last few years.

Dean had made the decision to leave hunting behind and finally made a life for himself. Sam was finishing up a quick case a few states over before going into his own version of hunting retirement. They had both given so much of their lives to hunting and now it was time to live for themselves.

Dean looked over at the bookshelf, his eyes finding the stereo sitting between the books. Dean stood up, making his way over and turning on the power. He flipped through the channels, quickly turning up the volume when he heard the familiar tune start.

"No way," He muttered.

"So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so you can fly away?

You gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way."

He straightened up with a smile, "Baby, c'mere for a minute," Dean called. Y/N made her way into the living room of their home with their daughter held against her side.

"Is that-?" "Yeah... I thought that maybe my two favorite girls would wanna dance," He said.

"Of course," Y/N smiled.

Dean carefully took their daughter from her arms, cradling her in the crook of his arm before holding out his hand.

Y/N rested her hand in his, gold wedding band catching the soft afternoon sunlight pouring in through the window.

She wrapped her arm around him, smiling down at their daughter as he guided them around the living room. Dean carefully spun his wife before drawing her back in, singing down to their daughter as they swayed together.

This was the life he had always wanted and now he had it.

His beautiful wife, his baby girl, his brother, a house and the dog.

Dean never would have thought this kind of life would be possible for him and now he couldn't dream of living any other way.

He had everything he could possibly want and he was finally happy.

[yourbloodysunrise]

(There's a scenario I wanna try to make, but it's in my notes, so I'll be asking this)

We know that in the original Poppy Playtime, the protagonist was an ex-employee, and we all know how it went. HOWEVER, there's something that's been bothering me.

If reader was an orphan but then returned 10 years later, as an adult, I'm pretty sure the hostile toys, including Catnap, would not only be happy to see them, but would also be quite... protective as well.

(I know this might sound strange, but I just thought it'd be wholesome to make something like this)

🌤️ — why are you calling this strange? it sounds interesting, I like that :)

🌤️ — I decided to add Doey as he also attacked player(and just because I want to write for him lol). enjoy!

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❝ Once you get back, you won't leave them again. ❞

— FANDOM: POPPY PLAYTIME.

— PAIRING: HUGGY WUGGY, MOMMY LONG LEGS, CATNAP, MISS DELIGHT, YARNABY, DOEY x GROWN-UP ORPHAN!READER.

— PLATONIC.

— HCS.

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, MENTION OF VIOLENCE, MENTION OF DEATH, CAN CONTAIN SPOILERS, CHARACTERS BECOME GODDAMN OBSESSED WITH READER 😭😭 (I mean, they would be like that, considering how unstable all of them).

°.✩┈┈∘*┈୨୧┈*∘┈┈✩.°

— HUGGY WUGGY:

☆ ┈ He's probably somewhere in the middle of all the toys on the scale of how creepy they are to you.

☆ ┈ Although Huggy is "pretending" to be a statue, as soon as you enter the factory, he can't help but cast a curious glance in your direction, trying to avert his gaze as soon as you look at him, although you're likely to notice it.

☆ ┈ You probably have no idea how the big toys appear, so you don't understand that all of the toys remember you.

☆ ┈ Huggy doesn't want to attack you. You may be a troublemaker..But it's still you.

☆ ┈ Even if he wanted to, he couldn't hurt you. He just can't afford to. Won't be able to forgive himself for it.

☆ ┈ Prefer to watch you rather than interact openly. He's not completely wild, he understands that he'll scare you.

☆ ┈ Hates other toys that also show attention to you. Huggy Wuggy isn't the most dangerous of the big toys, and he's actually afraid for you.

☆ ┈ He might follow you around the factory until someone stops him. Or he might stop someone from killing you, which is less likely, since few people are going to kill you.

☆ ┈ Huggy, if he shows himself to you, will wrap his long arms around you in times of danger and prevent you from going anywhere, just in case he takes the hit.

☆ ┈ He's trying to play the games you played with him when you were a child, but considering how dangerous the factory is, it's not very successful.

☆ ┈ And if, let's say, the Player is also involved, but the reader arrives at the factory before the Player, the first thing Huggy Wuggy will try to do after his fall is to find you.

☆ ┈ Overall, it's not a bad thing. Compared to others, he's just trying to keep you safe, and although it's sad, he's willing to let you go...

☆ ┈ Only when the Player is dead. In the meantime, please stay with him. The other toys are especially dangerous when an intruder appears at the factory..

— MOMMY LONG LEGS:

☆ ┈ Of all the toys from the worst to the best, she is on the same level as CatNap which is probably second place.

☆ ┈ And if you think that by "worst" I mean that she doesn't like you, trust me, it rather be that than what will actually happen.

☆ ┈ Mommy is already unstable, remembering how she spent time with children, and she'll go psycho when she sees you.

☆ ┈ She loves children but hates adults. These nasty, disappointing parasites always bothered her, but the children, so cute and funny, were beautiful.

☆ ┈ It hurts her to see that you've grown up. To her, you're still the same child, just changed in height and face.

☆ ┈ She becomes crazy when she sees any toy near you. Her arms will wrap around you and carry you away, and she'll likely attack anyone who approaches you, seeing them as a threat.

☆ ┈ She doesn't care who she has to fight. Huggy Wuggy? No problem. Bunzo? With pleasure. CatNap? If it means you will stay with her, okay.

☆ ┈ And if Mommy gets hurt and loses, she'll slip away at the last moment with a mocking laugh, preventing herself from being killed, and she'll go where she's hidden you.

☆ ┈ She makes you play with her. If you win games, Mommy gives you some kind of "reward" every time, giving you hope that she will let you go, and every time she takes it away when you lose, and she will try to make you lose.

☆ ┈ And if you don't agree and will try to escape from her, she'll likely hunt you down and trap you in a web, preventing you from moving but not touching you.

— "W-where did you go? The game is over! You won! Come back and Mommy will give you the code!"

— "Deeaaar?.."

— "COME BACK TO ME!!!"

☆ ┈ It's terrifying to be immobilized for days while she walks around you, talking to you like an unreasonable child.

☆ ┈ She..doesn't really love you, I would say that the word obsessed is more appropriate. You are her only opportunity to refresh her memory and indulge in the warm memories she had.

☆ ┈ I hope no one will fight her for you, because you'll probably end up with two badly injured toys, and neither of them will want to give in.

— "Why did you leave Mommy when Mommy needed you so much?.."

— "But don't worry, Mommy don't angry! You're not going anywhere now anyway."

— CATNAP:

☆ ┈ He missed you. Really.

☆ ┈ He knows you won't recognize him. You couldn't when he looks like...this.

☆ ┈ CatNap was probably familiar with you as a child, or rather, Theodore was. And when he sees a familiar face, he feels his mind go blank for a while.

☆ ┈ Like in the original, he watches you for a long time before revealing himself.

☆ ┈ CatNap will ask The Prototype if it makes sense to kill you if you're not going to interfere with their plans, and you're just looking for a way out of the factory because you've unwittingly gotten involved in something you shouldn't have.

☆ ┈ I think The Prototype will be interested in your return and tell CatNap not to kill you, which CatNap will use.

☆ ┈ He mostly doesn't do anything when it sees you with other toys, but it will probably try to kill them after you escape or leave the toy.

☆ ┈ When he appears in front of you, it's creepy. He just corners you, breathing red gas to put you to sleep while you huddle against the wall, hoping for a miracle.

— "..It was a while."

— "Huh?.."

— "I know you remember me."

— "You're back...Finally."

☆ ┈ It's more likely to just leave you in a place and pretend to leave, observing you from a distance.

☆ ┈ If Huggy Wuggy is secretive during half of your time at the factory, and Mommy keeps you close at all times, CatNap allows you to roam freely around Playcare, but under his vision.

☆ ┈ Ruined Critters often look around at you, wanting to attack, but they know that they won't be spared for such a mistake.

☆ ┈ Usually if someone attack you, others will immediately neutralize them, knowing that the disobedient toy would be dinner anyway.

☆ ┈ CatNap is always nearby, and if he's not, you'll be surrounded by a swarm of small toys.

☆ ┈ He's probably one of few who'll try to find something more or less edible for you, like the corpses of people who tried to enter the factory, alongside with Doey.

☆ ┈ Every time you meet, CatNap wants to prove to you that he doesn't want to hurt you by killing the other creatures he's set against you. He's smart, and he knows that if he plays his cards right, you'll realize that you have no one else to rely on but him.

☆ ┈ "Ollie" is trying to help you escape, but he always lures you back into CatNap's clutches. He needs to reward his follower from time to time.

☆ ┈ The worst part is that you don't really have many options for escape. The Prototype may provide you with clues on how to escape, but only when he decides that he no longer needs CatNap, and it may take some time.

— "Don't leave Playcare. I won't let you."

— MISS DELIGHT:

☆ ┈ GOD KEEP THIS THING AWAY FROM YOURSELF.

☆ ┈ She's one of the worst, because her desire to help you is so great that she ends up hurting you.

☆ ┈ Oh, Miss Delight remembers you. She remembers every moment she spent with you. Before The Hour of Joy happened and she turned into...this.

☆ ┈ Of course, you're scared of her. Who wouldn't be? She's almost ashamed that you've found her like this after all these years.

☆ ┈ As soon as you meet her for the first time, she asks you not to run away and openly follows you. She has no need to hide from you. However..You should not run away from her.

☆ ┈ In fact, you should run away from her as soon as possible.

☆ ┈ Miss Delight will also not kill you, but she admits that she sometimes finds herself wanting to eat you.

☆ ┈ Speaking of food. She's probably going to lock you in a room and visit you, and since she doesn't want you to starve to death, she's going to force-feed you the organs or meat of other toys that she can find.

☆ ┈ If you try to fight her or leave, she's going to break your legs with the Barb and take you back.

☆ ┈ And, well, she's probably going to be the one who dies from the toys. CatNap is very unhappy that she's putting your life in danger and locking you up.

☆ ┈ Well, she at least tried. And forced you to study. She really is bad at keeping you safe..

— "Barb said we should keep you here so you'll be safe! Isn't it nice?"

— YARNABY:

☆ ┈ In fact, Yarnaby is very happy to see you, but unfortunately, he can't show you how happy he is.

☆ ┈ Harley insists that you don't belong here and that you should leave, but..To be honest, we all know that you want to leave, but you just can't.

☆ ┈ The Doctor is likely to want to, let's say...Experiment on you. And he sends Yarnaby after you, telling him not to play with you too much and to leave you alive.

☆ ┈ For Yarnaby, this is a sign that you are welcome here!

☆ ┈ When he hunts you, he doesn't usually harm you much, just gently grabs your limbs without biting them, and drags you back to The Doctor.

☆ ┈ Sometimes, when he sees you but gets tired, he just lies down with you, pressing against you, using his body to keep you from leaving.

☆ ┈ For Yarnaby, you're just playing a game of tag, not actually saving your life, so he allows himself to relax around you.

☆ ┈ Doey is likely to recognize you from a distance and help you escape from Yarnaby, which will anger him.

☆ ┈ He whines and growls when you're out of sight, and he runs through the corridors trying to find you.

☆ ┈ If Yarnaby somehow realizes that The Doctor's feelings for you are not as warm as his own, he will likely try to hide you, but he won't be successful.

☆ ┈ He's like a big cat that missed its owner and wants to play with them.

— DOEY:

☆ ┈ Doey's trauma has been increased by, like, 500 percent.

☆ ┈ You probably knew Matthew and Kevin before they were chosen for the experiment, and that makes things worse.

☆ ┈ Jack doesn't know who you are, but he can sense that others are drawn to you, and it's confusing him.

☆ ┈ Matthew is almost addicted to the memories of being human, so he wants to spend as much time with you as possible because he's missed you.

☆ ┈ Kevin was your friend, whom you managed to befriend despite his personality, and for him, you are one of the few people he doesn't hate.

☆ ┈ You better hope that Jack will be with you more often instead of these two, because otherwise, you won't be allowed to go anywhere.

☆ ┈ You don't understand that this blue giant is once your old friends, and therefore, his attachment to you may be a cause for concern.

— "So..I've heard about what you've been through. I'm glad you're fine..Tell me if you, well..need any help."

☆ ┈ You shouldn't have come back here. He knows that, and he's sorry that you've been through so much.

☆ ┈ Doey wishes he could be there to help you. But he couldn't. So now, he's going to take care of it.

☆ ┈ It would be much better if the Player was here, because otherwise, the story would slow down incredibly. Doey tries to convince you not to leave Safe Heaven every time you need to go outside.

☆ ┈ He can't help but feel resentment towards Poppy. Why does she constantly tell you what to do? You're not a tool she can use, and you deserve a break too.

☆ ┈ He's more than confident that the other toys are dangerous to you, and you'll need his help. If he notices Huggy Wuggy or Yarnaby near you, he'll do his best to help you escape from them.

☆ ┈ Take care of the other toys in Safe Heaven, and you'll stay there for a long time. Doey can't allow himself to just let you go out into danger like that..

☆ ┈ If you leave, he won't bother you unlike the other toys. He will just keep an eye on you from time to time in places where he can go to make sure you're okay.

☆ ┈ It's simple for him: if you're okay, then it's all okay. It's that simple!

☆ ┈ If Safe Heaven is blown up...He'll break.

☆ ┈ Kevin wants to keep you as the only living thing left of Safe Heaven, left of his memories. He blames Poppy for everything and frantically shouts at you to stop running away from him.

☆ ┈ Jack is afraid that he will harm you and therefore just silently tries to make the body stop, and Matthew tries to convince Kevin that if he chases you, it will not lead to anything good.

☆ ┈ Actually, he can only harm you by accident, so you don't have to kill him just to protect yourself.

☆ ┈ Doey is sorry that it ended like this..But he promises that he will help you, no matter what it costs him.

☆ ┈ He no longer has a purpose in life except to help you. Now you have a huge, shapeshifting bodyguard.

— "Couldn't save them... But I still can save you."

..:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟﾞ｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ🌤

🌤️ — Doey is my beloved 🩵 well, hope you like it, have a good day ☆

[iiladyc0rps]

♥︎‹ 𖤩 ¡𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄!

TW: none, except a bad joke about Dante's hair and a much pizza hahaha

Dante x fem!reader. Don't worry if you don't like the pronouns used here; you can change them to your preference or however you find most comfortable.

a/n: HELLO EVERYONE!!! sorry if I've been gone for so long. Life hasn't been kind to me these past few months, honestly… It may be late for this but I think it doesn't hurt. Also, because i've just finished watching the Netflix series, i'm obsessed with this guy. I'll watch the 2007 series later. (I swear...)

Dante always had a preference for pizza. If strawberry ice cream was one of his favorite things, pizza was even more so. But he didn't have many things he called "favorites." The only ones he considered "favorites" were pizza, strawberry ice cream, and demon hunting. However, there weren't many things that were compelling enough to pay attention to. He was a fairly simple man. He enjoyed life in a fairly simple way. Well, if we're talking about very simple and unimportant aspects like his lifestyle, he liked to let himself go because he wasn't a man who cared about anything else, no one knows exactly. And that was his charm.

While enjoying he pizza as he took a bite, the opening of the restaurant door caught her attention but it was only for a brief moment to see a girl with (h/c) hair come in. Her appearance was a coat that covered her almost completely, making it seem as if she was wearing nothing but the coat, although she was only wearing shorts and a black blouse but they weren't noticeable because of the coat. When she took a seat next to him, he only looked at her for a few moments before turning his attention back to his food and continuing to enjoy it, at least that was the case until she spoke.

—"Excuse me, ¿Can you give me the same order as the gray-haired man?" —Said the girl in a somewhat comical tone of voice, pointing as she looked at what else was offered on the menu in front of her.

¿A man with gray hair? ¡But that was his natural hair color! ¿How could she not know? Did he really look that old?

He's struggling internally to argue with her or let it go. People always commented on his hair or his age, but he felt the girl had meant it with bad intentions. Before he could even say anything, she spoke again.

—"Nice gray hair." —She said. He looked in her direction with mild amusement, but I could also sense that "honesty" in her voice.

—"I know" —He replied somewhat self-centeredly.— "Thanks, but it's my hair color. It's always been that way" —He added.

Neither of them said a word beyond what they had just said to each other, at least that was at first, but after a few moments (n) he dared to talk more with that man, deciding to engage him in some conversation to get to know him a little better.

—"By the way, ¿what's your name? You don't look like someone from around here" —She asks as takes she order and begins to take a bite of a food.

He just laughs lightly and then watches her eat her pizza for a few moments, then focuses on his own food. He introduces himself as Dante while the girl reveals herself as (n). (N) found his name strange, but he had to admit that it was a pretty cool name. Even he had to admit that her name wasn't a very common one to hear or see a girl with that name.

—"I have to admit you gratify me, what do you think if i treat you to the next slice of pizza this time?" —She proposes with a smile, although it seemed more like a somewhat mocking smile instead.

—"¿How could I refuse a tempting offer that includes pizza?" —He joked, returning the same smile she gave him.

Time passed, and the two chatted; sometimes it was he who talked more, or even she. It didn't really matter who talked more; they were both having a great time, and like any good time, it had to end. She asked for the check to pay but not before seeing him leave a napkin with something written on it next to it.

"I hope to see you again (n). May this place be the place of our next meetings."

That made her face turn blush red, but she didn't mind the idea of ​​seeing him again. She was already excited to see him again.

I hope you liked it!! Remember to like and follow me so I can keep publishing more content. In case you're wondering, i'll keep writing about Mortal Kombat. It's just that I have to resume some abandoned drafts there. I just don't promise to be here completely because adult life is very busy (not to say complicated).

If you have a question for my absence (although i doubt anyone would be interested) you can ask privately and i will gladly answer. :) ps: if something is not written correctly, ¡please let me know!

[aphroditelovesu]

Ok, so In your response to my last spiel, you mentioned that Alexander will have a zero tolerance policy towards anything that may harm Reader and her the twins, including other wives.

It does make me wonder how Alexander would react to one of the wives (aka Roxanna 👀👀👀) trying to kill our girl. I keep picturing this scenario where it's a banquet, feast or some sort of get together with Alexander, Reader, Roxanna and maybe some of the generals. Long story short, Roxanna hands Reader a cup with a 'special' drink (ie she says promotes health, will help with the pregnancy etc). Reader, being as smart as she is, and knowing Roxanna's history, is automatically suspicious. To see if it's safe she either asks Alexander to 'taste' if for her or insists that Roxanna take the first sip. In either case, it results in Roxanna frantically slapping the cup out of Reader's hand before either she or her husband gets poisoned. At that point, everyone has noticed the commotion, and have realized that Roxanna has just tried to poison the Queen.

My question to you is this: what does Alexander do next? Lets assume reader is pregnant just to make thing extra spicy.

Since requests are open again, perhaps you could do it as a reaction blurb? I'll leave that up to you though. I'm just curious as to what you think would happen next.

Thanks, and hope you feel better ❤️!

--O-

❝ 📜— lady l: this was longer than I thought and I don't know if it's good, I liked it, but let me know your opinion, anon! Forgive me for any mistakes, love you! ❤️

❝tw: attempted murder, mention of poison, domestic violence (??), physical punishment and perhaps torture.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝ 📜word count: 1,246.

— poison - aftermath (part two).

It was supposed to be a happy and fun dinner.

Needless to say, that's not what happened.

You were sitting next to Alexander, being shown off as his beloved Queen and heavily pregnant. Everyone was hoping for an male heir and was happy for you, everyone except Roxanna who looked at you as if she wanted to stab you or, in this case, stab you in the stomach.

That scared the shit out of you.

You were already familiar with her story, about what she had done to Stateira and Parysatis, and you were afraid that she might try to do something to you and the baby.

You wouldn't let anything happen, though. Although you weren't excited about the pregnancy news at first, you warmed up to the idea and began to look forward to holding your baby in your arms. And you'd be damned if you let anyone try to take that away from you.

''Are you alright?'' Alexander leaned over and whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled, it was still strange calling him your husband, but you were getting used to it.

You gave a weak nod to his question.

Alexander frowned and placed his hands on your swollen belly. It was just a few months until the birth and he was so excited. He did want an heir, but he couldn't help but want to have a girl.

A little princess to love and spoil.

''We need to start choosing names.'' He joked, trying to ease your obvious tension, although he didn't know what was making you tense. Yet.

''I already gave you some choices.''

Alexander grimaced, ''Yes, you did and they are all horrible. What kind of name is Augustus?''

You laughed loudly, attracting attention. Augustus, yes, you had given him that option as a joke. Obviously you weren't going to name your child after the first Roman emperor, but it was fun to play with your husband about historical things.

''It's just a common name where I come from.''

''Hm...'' He half-closed his eyes and you touched his face gently, caressing him. Alexander purred and leaned into your hand.

This earned you a look of compassion and a furious, jealous look from Roxanna. You didn't notice and neither did Alexander, both too busy in your affection for each other.

''I love you.'' He murmured, looking into your eyes intensely.

You smiled at him, ''I love you too.''

''Let's make a toast!'' Nearchus' amused voice sounded and everyone turned to the admiral.

''A toast?'' Cassander asked with a loud voice looking into his cup of wine.

Nearchus laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the back, ''Yes. In honor of our beloved Queen, (Y/N).''

Nearchus didn't notice Roxanna's withering look at him. But you did and the pure hatred you saw in those dark eyes gave you goosebumps.

You knew that look and you knew nothing good was coming.

Everyone raised their cups, even your husband's second wife. You were the only one drinking water, even Hephaestion was drinking wine, and he was loose and happy. And that made you happy, you liked him and he was one of his closest friends and you hated seeing how haggard he seemed lately.

''I dedicate this toast in the name of our beloved (Y/N). Our Queen, sometimes soldier and friend.'' Everyone laughed as they remembered what you had done in the Indian Campaign, ''And the child she carries in her womb. May it come healthy and, regardless of gender, we will love and protect this child. To (Y/N) and the baby!''

''To (Y/N) and the baby!'' Everyone repeated and drank the wine in your honor, you laughed, feeling loved and took a sip of water.

You took a piece of bread and bit into it, satisfying your hunger. Roxanna looked at you and smiled. She took a clay jug and poured the thick, dark liquid into a cup and handed it to you.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt as you picked up the cup.

''It's for you. My doctor told me that it helps with pregnancy and helps the health of the baby and the mother.'' Roxanna explained, biting into a piece of bread.

You mentally scoffed. She didn't think you were that stupid, did she? It was insulting that she thought she could poison you in such a blatant way.

You decided to act quickly, ''Why don't you take a sip first?''

She furrowed her dark eyebrows, ''Excuse me?''

''It's a custom among my people that the person who gave you a cup must taste it first.'' You explained, handing her the cup.

Roxanna looked at the cup in your hands with hatred.

''Take it'' You encouraged her, ''or is there some reason why you don't want to drink it?''

Alexander turned his eyes to you and Roxanna, before he could ask what was going on, Roxanna slapped your hand, making you drop the strange liquid on the table.

The noisy room fell silent in a matter of seconds as Alexander stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on Roxanna.

''What do you think you're doing?'' Alexander's voice was so cold, so lethal that you stiffened. He ignored you, focusing entirely on his second wife.

Hephaestion, who was sitting on Alexander's left side, stood up and touched the thick liquid on the table. He grimaced as the liquid stuck to his finger.

''That's...'' Perdiccas started to speak but couldn't finish.

''Poison?'' Ptolemy finished for his friend.

''How dare you?!'' Cassander growled, also standing up and glaring furiously at Roxanna. He never liked her, he wasn't oblivious to the hateful looks that Alexander's barbaric wife sent to you, to his friend. And now she tried to poison you.

Cleitus was still sitting, watching everything with a stony expression, but his hand was on the dagger stuck in his chiton. He was prepared to act, one word from you and Roxanna would be eliminated from the world.

Alexander still didn't take his eyes off Roxanna, but he spoke to you, ''Go to our room. I'll be there in a few minutes.''

You wisely decided not to disobey.

You stood up carefully and quickly looked around, watching all your friends, your husband, stare at Roxanna who looked terrified. You should have felt bad for her, but you didn't.

Not when she threatened the life of your unborn baby.

Once you were out of sight, Alexander addressed one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the hall, ''Take the whip.''

Roxanna's small body shook in fear at her husband's words. Her shaking legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor, feeling hot tears fall onto the dress she was wearing.

Alexander did not feel sorry. And neither do the others. She had brought this on herself.

Actions have consequences and punishments must be applied. And Alexander would not tolerate anyone threatening your life or that of his unborn child.

Alexander felt satisfaction fill his body as the guard brought out the whip and positioned himself behind a desperate Roxanna's back. He watched with satisfaction as the whip hit her sensitive skin and felt satisfaction when he heard her screams of pain.

Roxanna was to blame for her own pain and the scars that were forever marked on her skin were true proof of that.

[jweekgoji]

can a resquest Yandere Beast Wars Optimus primal, Silvelbolt, Dinobot and Cheetor x Cybertronian femme Bee reader , where Inferno thinks the reader is his queen

Yandere!BW!Characters/Femme!Bee!Reader [hcs]

tw: yandere themes, possessive behavior, jealousy, implied violence, possessive behavior. chars included: Optimus Primal, Silverbolt, Dinobot, Cheetor. word count: ~1260. a/n: you don't know how happy I had got when I saw a request for beast wars, haha. you didn't say if the reader is maximal or predacon, but based on the characters, I'll make the reader  maximal here.

Optimus Primal

Optimus knows very well how hard it is when you have so many people looking up to you for guidance. He also knows how tiring it is with so many responsibilities on your shoulders. Primal might not be the 'perfect' leader like his ancestor is, but he will make sure that everyone in his team is satisfied and has nothing to worry about.

When during the fight with the predacons, he notices how one con specifically targets you, Primal's overprotectiveness for you only grows. He's very selfless when it comes to someone he loves and cherishes, but when you're the object of his passion, it is too difficult for him to stand back.

Even as yandere, just like his namesake, Primal is not the one to use violence the moment something disturbs his significant other. He might feel some jealousy; of course, it is only natural when someone other than him tries to get uncomfortably closer to you, but compared to Dinobot, his morals and need for peace restrict him from doing any more harm towards the enemy than necessary. If anything, Optimus would rather focus all his attention on you.

 As a leader of the maximals, you're his biggest concern, and given his feelings for you, he can't help but look after you. He respects your skills, intelligence, and experience, but are you really sure you're okay? Does the enemy hurt you in any way? Just tell him whatever is bothering you; no matter how tired Primal is, he always has time for you.

If you give him even the slightest hint that Inferno's behavior makes you uncomfortable, Optimus is the first to approach the 🐜predacon during the battle. He also might get a little more angry than usual if Inferno calls you 'his' queen one more time...

Silverbolt

Silverbolt is such a respectful and caring individual. With how much I love others, he's probably one of the best guys you can get! Romantic, protective and sweet, Silverbolt will love every little detail about you. Your optics, the pretty wings on your back, the deadly sting! Such a beautiful and strong one, and he will make sure you know how much he adores you.

He is pretty dedicated when it comes to winning your spark over, and oh, Primus give you strength not to fall for him so soon. Every time you two are alone, he's always around just in case you need help with something. He knows how busy you can sometimes get, maybe as far as neglecting your own well-being for the sake of your teammates. Silverbolt appreciates that, really, but watching you in trouble makes his own spark ache.

Yandere!Silverbolt is overprotective; he can't stand a single cycle without knowing where and how you are. That's why whenever you leave the base for the mission, Silverbolt always comes with you. It's for your safety and for the sake of your mission, a win-win, right? Not to mention, he's not very fond of a predacon bothering you around, like you two are close somehow.

Silverbolt respects the maximal codes; targeting the enemy to mercilessly kill them is not a noble way, of course not. He very well understands that. Yandere!Silverbolt is no violent maximal, even if Inferno sometimes gets too comfortable as the predacon. He will deal with it calmly, since he thinks he's doing the right thing. Protecting you is the top priority for him, but if one predacon gives you a single scratch, he will not hesitate to strike back. Might as well make sure they will never do something like that ever again.

Dinobot

Dinobot has little to no patience for his former comrades, and his reaction to Inferno's behavior shifts from confusion to outright disgust.. Why would the ant even call you his queen? It just doesn't make any sense for him! It seems like Megatron is getting desperate, at this point, letting fools like Inferno among predacon ranks.

The constant '...my queen!' from the one particular annoying ant makes Dinobot especially angry. It's one thing that irritates him that he's surrounded by the other maximals, so tearing Inferno to scrap will only give him side glances from the 'comrades' and lectures from Primal. Even though he can't really do anything too violent right now, at least he will be by your side most of the time. Every time the ant tries to approach you, the familiar raptor already pounces at him, not giving a chance to even say the word.

I can see yandere!Dinobot as the type of very possessive and protective yandere. He's not the one to show affection, for example, like Tigatron or Silverbolt, but he is certainly not a stone-cold type of person. He does care about you, even though he really-really tries to hide it.

🐝!Darling is probably so hardworking and caring towards her 'subjects' (which can be other maximals, or even other bees). Dinobot is very attentive when it comes to something he needs or loves, like in this scenario. He might take a distant approach to not let others think like he's weak for being so worried about the fellow maximal.

Oh, no-no, he just wants every maximal to be in their best shape in case some preds decide to suddenly attack the base. That's all! And no, it's probably not him who makes sure you're always surrounded by flowers, just in case...

Yandere!Dinobot probably stalks Inferno until it's just two of them, with no distractions from other maximals or predacons. He'd rip the 🐜 in pieces if it ensured your safety.

Cheetor

Young and naive, Cheetor can't really understand how to properly express his own feelings towards someone he likes. It's not like he had any luck with love life before, so things might be a little awkward with you from the start.

He likes giving nicknames for bots he likes, so no surprise you will often hear from him affectionate, sweet and playful names that are tied to your beast mode. Other maximals cringe every time they see Cheetor's hopeless attempts to charm you, and Rattrap might as well just give the little cat a talk. Don't laugh at him, he's trying, you know?

Cheetor is such a ray of sunshine, but he's so easy to jealous. If other bots at least can try to hide it, this cat will make a fuss about it. Good thing that you're not interested in this pesky ant, right? He's not taking the competition very well.

Cheetor is already a bot who jumps into action without thinking, trying to prove everyone and everything his own might. Yandere!Cheetor is a total pain to deal with. Both for you and predacons which is...not so bad. He'd have Rhinox and Primal telling him, for Primus knows how many times, to stop rushing and wait for the command, but he just can't help it!

Every time the red ant is around, the young maximal feels so jealous! He's lucky he's fast enough to avoid most of the attacks, Cheetor often forgets about his own real strength; therefore, he picks fights with opponents far stronger than him. Well, at least you're always there to take care of your fellow maximal if he ends up getting hurt. He's a reckless dummy, but he is too cute to be angry at him.

[ven0moir]

tw; rant. Once again here to remind everyone that byler not being endgame is, at best, negligent queerbaiting

this is the show where one of the producers said "the UD mythos is important but the heart of the show are its characters and their interconnectedness/family dynamics" or something along those lines AND also said that "very few things are coincidences in this show."

i'd have been ( and i bet a lot of other bylers too ) COMPLETELY FINE without byler even being a possible card on the table. i'd HAVE STILL BEEN A FAN OF THE SHOW without byler! in fact, i WAS--i cared more about el and hopper's rs than i did mike and will's. it wasn't until S4 that i REALLY got invested in the show bc of the promise of will's arc, WHICH INCLUDES MIKE. the way they handled the painting arc, if byler isn't endgame, is literally the most underwhelming thing i've seen.

the only difference that byler makes in my case is that if it hadn't come across as a real possibility, then i would've remained a casual viewer and not think about the show again until it came out, like yknow, most people. so this whole "will they won't they" thing going on makes it feel like a marketing technique to keep people who enjoy byler hooked at the promise of something significant developing there.

this isn't about "oh your ship didn't become canon? tough luck" it's legit that they would ruin their show for me FOR. NO. REASONNNNNN. I WAS ALREADY A FAN!!! I HAD NO BYLER EXPECTATIONS!!! not to mention how shitty it is on the lgbt community. and also, the mass hate bylers would get.

and before you say "its ur own fault for being delusional, they didn't queerbait--" I'm sorry but what Noah is doing IS QUEERBAIT even if he doesn't mean to and the duffers should tell him to stop hinting at byler until post s5 or whatever

im not even going to talk about the show IMPLYING BYLER for ages. for example; dustin telling lucas that he saw him and max holding hands and that meant there were feelings between them even if lucas denied it/said she was just scared vs mike holding will's hand AN EPISODE PRIOR

or the song "on the bus" playing during a lumax scene where they connected vs it playing on a byler scene in s4 using very similar phrasing it's like they're subtly winking at the audience.

the shitty way that mileven finally got their 'i love you' like im sorry it feels so rushed and awkward if this was supposed to be the culmination of mike's arc

i could literally go on and on and on and other bylers could as well so yeah. ugh im sorry for the negativity in the tag but i just REALLY need that to be very clear that byler vs mileven isn't an argument that is ocurring on equal ground and that byler isn't 'just a ship that people analyze too much'

if it was never going to be canon, THERE WAS NO NEED TO HINT AT IT **AT ALL** and THAT is what really grinds my gears. most bylers would still love ST bc our favorite character is WILL. we would've been fine if will's whole thing was telling his best friend he was gay and that's it. like, the bar is on the FLOOR ... me personally? i'll be satisfied with will getting a completed arc in the supernatural and having his moment to shine and bringing the story full circle like WE WERE PROMISED ( unless yknow, people want to call us stupid and delusional for expecting will to be important at all )

what i will NOT tolerate is people being mean to bylers for being upset about byler not being endgame in the end bc WE HAVE A RIGHT TO BE. and if you're one of those people sincerely: FUCK YOU. i wish you get exactly what you deserve. thank you for reading and that's it from me

[sylvia-plaths-fig-pie]

Teach Me ♡ Sam Winchester

Pairing: Sam winchester x reader

Wc: didn't check but it's not too long

Tw: not proof read, no use of y/n, slightly suggestive if you squint ig, mentions of cannon typical violence but not really

Summary: Sam hears you playing piano (listen to the song i imaged bellow), you're so at peace (so beautiful) that he can't help but utter the words "teach me" and that's exactly what you do.

♡♡♡♡♡

For once you Sam and Dean were actually staying in a nice hotel. Yep a hotel not a motel. It was appart of the ruse to be fancy business people, and that included staying in a nice hotel.

While the case was tough and you all had many sleepless nights it turned out to be a simple salt and burn and the ghost was gone.

And that lead you to now, standing in the hotel lobby looking at the beautiful grand piano in front of you.

You used to play piano as a child, your one constant throught the hectic hunting lifestyle growing up was piano, but it had been years since you last actually played. But how you longed to play once more.

That's why you found your self sitting at the stool, your hands tracing the keys as you thought of what to play.

You settled on your favorite 'easy' tune, one that you knew you would never forget; a piano cover of this is love.

And so you played.

And played.

And played.

You were at peace for the first time in a long time. It felt right.

Maybe in another life, if you weren't a hunter, you could have been a professional pianists. If you had proper training, and the time, and a piano all to your self. Yet it wasn't ment to be.

Sometimes you just wanted to leave this life forever, chase your dreams, maybe be a music teacher, have a family or something? That's what normal people do, right?

But you couldn't, or rather you wouldn't, you couldn't leave the Winchesters. Or at least you couldn't leave one spefic Winchester. Of course you cared for Dean as though he was your own older brother, but Sam... you couldn't imagine a life without him. You would do anything for that boy, it terrified you, and yet you stuck by him through everything regardless of the pit in your stomach everytime he was in danger, or the ache in your heart when he looked at you.

Dean made fun of you constantly, always teasing about your sight 'crush' on his brother. He always said Sam felt the same, but you knew that wasn't the case. So you had to settle for looking out for him from afar, being too scared to say anything to make it awkward.

So you played.

And played.

And played.

"Teach me."

You look up from the piano in front of you, coming out of what felt like a trance.

"Teach me." Sam said again, sitting beside you on the tiny piano stool. It clearly wasn't ment for two people to sit on, yet there he was, all 6"4 of him, perched beside you.

You studied him for a second, unsure as to whether he really ment his words or not. It appeared that he actually was in earnest.

At first you wanted to say no. Not because you didn't want to teach him, the opposite really. You didn't know whether you would be able to keep your composure if you had to hold and move Sam's hand in order to teach him.

Just as you were about to come up with some excuse you made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. His eyes, that were already trained on yours, were embodying his 'puppy dog' eyes as you and Dean coined them. Eyes that melted your heart and made it impossible to say no.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes and sighed at Sam, looking away from him. 'Don't make a fool of yourself' you heard yourself saying in your head.

You were just teaching him how to play piano, Sam's a curious guy, there is nothing more to it, no lingering feelings or longing stares (well from him anyways). You were just being a good friend.

That's what you and Sam are. Friends.

"I'll teach you happy birthday since its almost Dean's..." you trailed of catching a glimps of Sam's wide smile from the corner of your eye. "So you need to put your thumb on C."

He didn't move.

You looked at him in the eyes now, raising an eyebrow. First he asks you to teach him, but now he isn't following the very first instructions? You were confused untill-

"I don't know why your looking at me, I don't know which one C is." Sam laughed.

Shit. You'd forgotten about that.

"Oh sorry," you mumbled awkwardly, "it's the one before the two black notes, can I?" You gestured to his hand, signalling to Sam that you wanted to place it in the correct place your self.

"Sure go right ahead," you pretended not to notice his smile growing even wider as you took his hand and rested it in the correct position on top of the piano. Surely his reaction was just in your head, right?

"Wait, I'll put my hand on yours and I'll tap what fingers you need to play the notes, does that make sense." Your explanation was convoluted but Sam just nodded giving you the green light.

You moved to rest your hand on top of his, leaning into him so that your right hand was atop of his right hand.

Blush crept up your neck, you prayed Sam didn't notice. Judging by how focused he was on your hand ontop of his hand, he seemed not to notice.

"Ready?" You questioned.

"Go easy with ne now," he joked, "it's my first time."

"Shut it winchester." You laughed. You loved it when Sam was sassy, he knew it too.

Gently you began to tap his fingers so he played the correct notes.

C C D C F E

C C D C F E

*click*

The sound of a camera stop you, spinning round to see what the source of the noise was.

Dean was stood beside the piano with a with eating grin on his face. "Cheese," he said sarcastically as he pocked his phone.

"Dean what are you-?" You began to ask but he cut you off.

"I'm going to show it to everyone on your guys' wedding day" he said nonchalantly, smirking.

"But we're not-"

"Sam and I aren't-"

"Why would you-?"

"That's so weird to say-"

You and Sam both began talking at the same time. Each of you growing extremely red. Your hands still on top of one another's.

"You both need to cut the bullshit!" He cried shaking his head. And with that Dean turned and left before calling down the hallway, "I'm going to the bar to get drunk, you better have confessed some feelings when I'm back cos I'm suck of hearing you mope about one another to me!"

You and Sam stared at eachother.

Silence.

You wanted to scream, or cry, or run away, just something. But you didn't know what to do. Even if you did, you were frozen. You just stared at Sam, eyes wide, shocked at Dean's outburst.

"Dean's right."

"what...?"

What!?!?

Did Sam know about your silly crush? Did Dean tell him? You were going to kill him.

Or did he mean.... no he couldn't, could he? Could Sam really reciprocate your feelings. You swalled down the thought, not wanting to get your hopes high for nothing.

That's when Sam began to speak once again.

"My whole life I've always wanted to find my person you know." Sams eyes were facing down at the piano key's unable to meet yours. "And I thought I found people in the past, but all of them... well you know what happened."

Of course you knew what happened. He'd told you in a moment of vulnerability in one of the first nights that to spent all night talking while researching a case. You knew eachother inside and out. You knew eachother darkest and deepest secrets. You knew eveything about eachother.

"And since then I've been so scared," he continued, "scared that if I got close to anyone that they would end up the same. Then you happened. We met you on a hunt and you've stuck with us ever since and I kept being drawn to you, and I hated myself for it. I wanted to keep you far away to protect you, but the more I wanted to protect you the more I wanted to..."

He trailed off and took in a large intake of breath, lifting his eyes with determination to meet yours.

"The more I wanted to be closer to you, the more I wanted to hold you to be there for you.. to kiss you." His eyes momentarily flicking down to your lips, your breath hitched.

"The more I relised I was in love with you, that I am in love with you." He flipped his hand so that he was now holding yours, lacing his fingers between yours. You didn't speak, you knew he had more to say and you were more that happy to listen. Your brain was going a hundred miles an hour, Sam's words were simultaneously grounding you and making your brain go into overdrive, but his hand holding yours assured you that this was real. This moment is real. It's real.

"So I talked to Dean about it, about you, alot and I've finally stopped fighting it. I know you can take care of yourself, and I know your not afraid of the risks of this job, the risks of being near me, as you've lived through so many horrors with me, you were by my side though everything and I don't think I can go on any longer without you knowing, I could never forgive myself for letting you get away..." He stopped speaking, he said what he wanted to. It was your turn to speak now. Yet you couldn't find the words, they all seemed lodged in your throat. You wanted to say it back but you couldn't, all you could do was look at Sam, your eyes wide.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't-" Sam began, trying to make you feel comfortable, he was worried you didn't feel the same. He wasn't aware that it was complete opposite reason as to why you couldn't speak. But you cut him off with a new found confidence.

"I swear to god Sam if you don't kiss me right now." You pleaded, avoiding his eyes.

A moment passed. Then you felt his hand leave yours. Panic surged through you. Oh god what had you done?

Then his hands were on your face and his lips found yours. You closed your eyes falling deeper and deeper into him, you were intoxicated, you couldn't get enough. His lips were rough and soft, neddy and patient all at the same time. It was so much, it would be too much, but it wasn't, it was perfect.

It felt like you and Sam were the only two people in the world. It felt right. All the horrors of life, all the monsters, demons, angels, eveything, none of it mattered in that moment. Nothing but the two of you existed in that moment.

And then all too soon he pulled away.

"I'm assuming you feel the same way?" He asked almost bashfully, redness creeping up his neck.

"Sam winchester, I love you and all your dorky-ness," you dramatically declared as Sam rolled his eyes, "and i-"

You were cut off by his lips finding yours once again. You were just where you wanted to be and for once the world seemed right, or at least it seemed okay with same by your side, or more accurately Sam's lips on yours.

"FINNALLY!"

You and Sam jumped away from one another, startled by a loud cry.

Dean was stood at the bottom of the corridor, his arms raised in the air in a sort of celebration.

"TOOK YOU BOTH LONG ENOUGH!"

You and Sam just looked and eachother and began to laugh.

"I guess he does have a point..." you commented between laughter.

"Yeah I guess that means we have to make up for lost time." He laughed, resting his hands in your hair.

"What do you mean?" You asked, playing along, ot was much more fun this way.

"Well I suppose I can think of a few things..." he trailed of suggestively, "what do you say?"

You smiled at him knowing exactly what he ment, and couldn't help but reply with what lead to this moment.

"Teach me."

[gauloiseblue]

réchauffer un serpent dans son sein

(König × Angel!Reader)

[TW: rape, non-con, obsession, desecration of a sacred body]

Inspired by this and this posts

There's a saying that woods aren't what they seem. Wander too far, and you might get lost. But if you listen to the rustles, and follow the low whispers between the trees, you might stumble upon an unearthly place. Where the time seems dilated, and the space distorted.

If you're just a small child, there's a chance that you'd never come back. The Fae loves little humans, and it's not a surprise when many of them were lost in the forest.

When he's just a young child, he often heard about the missing cases. Another day gone, another kid disappeared. It's so common back then, that every parent would keep their kids away from the forest. Including his.

But still, the wonder of it got the best of him.

One day, when his parents were a bit careless, he slipped from the back door, and walked into the forest.

In the mind of an adult, his action might seem unreasonable. But at that time, he could only think about the sanctuary. The hidden place for ethereal beings, that the kids in town often whispered about.

The track to the place was steep, and he struggled to get through it. But once he arrived at the creek, all of his fatigue strangely disappeared.

He followed the stream, dipping his feet into the cool water. He took a sip of it, and tasted the mineral so sweet, he hunched down to drink some more.

Upstreams, the brook widened into a pond, with high, flowering walls of waterfall.

The sight of it was nothing he'd ever seen, and would continue to haunt him for decades. His pupils were blown, as they took in the beauty of it. He slowly walked further, until he reached a boulder near the cascade. It was at this moment, he found the trace of divinity.

Upon the big rock, he spotted a golden flow. It's not until he pulled it, that he recognized the shape of it. What's on his hands was a weightless veil—a Celestial veil.

And he was right, because the moment he lifted his head, he saw a figure on the cliff.

She's a pure being, glowing softly with her hair flowing with the stream. She's sitting on the protruding stone on the wall, washing her hair before her feet. The flowering tree did little to cover her body, and his eyes burned, as if he's looking right at the sun. While it should've been obvious by then, the little him couldn't comprehend what he saw wasn't a human. She's never a human.

It took a minute for him to close his gaping mouth, and a little more for her to notice his presence. And when she did, gone was her smile. Since what came after was a terrified gaze that pierced his heart, as if she saw something vile, repulsive. Something that's him.

She came down from the waterfall, and landed softly as if she's unbound from gravity. He clutched the veil tighter, while she approached him like one would to a beast.

"You shouldn't be here." She whispered, "This is not a place for you."

"Are you a Fey?" He asked, eyes fluttered with innocence and curiosity.

She opened her mouth, before she decided against it.

"You should go home." She muttered, before extending her hand towards him, "I'll guide you back, but please, return the veil to me."

"Why?" He pushed on, "Why should I give it back? Do you not want to take me?"

"No, I'm not—" She bit her lip, "Please, I won't harm you."

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"You can, because I'm not a Fae." She pleaded, "You should leave, before they see you."

"Then what are you?" He tilted his head, "An angel?"

She froze, eyes widened as if he's holding a knife to her chest. He wanted to reach her hand, to offer some kind of comfort, but a sudden wind blew from the forest. It was so strong, that his clothes fluttered against his body.

"They're here." She mused, her voice filled with dread.

He gasped when she pulled him by his hand, and goosebumps broke out all over his body. He shuddered at her touch, and his legs gave out. She staggered when he fell on his knees, before she bent down to pick him up. In the corner of his eye, he saw a strange shadow standing between the trees.

She tried to take the veil from him, but his grip on it was too tight. Caused by a combination of shock and bliss from receiving an Angel's touch.

"I'm sorry." She murmured, before she cupped his chin and pressed her lips against his. Right at that moment, he felt Heaven on the tip of his tongue. His eyes rolled back in head, and his body turned limp in her arms. If her touch weakened him, her kiss could paralyzed him.

In the midst of haze and rapture, he felt the veil slip from his hand, before the breeze turned into gusting winds.

He must've blacked out during the flight, because the moment he opened his eyes, he's already in the arms of his parents.

Their tears had wetted his clothes, and his mother raised his head to see him. He couldn't hear the whispers from people around them, but he caught some of the repeated words. 'Lucky', 'missing', '3 days'.

When he laid on his bed, he traced his fingers on the place she had touched. His arms, his cheek, his lips… The caresses of her fingers still lingered on his skin. He wanted to meet her, to be touched by her again. Alas, he's prohibited from going to the woods.

He was screaming, crying, begging for his parents to let him go. But they didn't yield, they wouldn't give in.

At night, he'd curl up under his cover, as quiet sobs escaped his lips. With his fingers dug into his skin, in a futile attempt to preserve her touch. Yet no matter how hard he clung to it, the heavenly mark would slip away from his hands.

It's not until a half year later, that he finally got the chance to leave home.

He could remember the route like it's the back of his hand; see the big tree, and follow the stream. And when he found the brook, he let out a sigh of relief.

Yet it was short-lived, since the river went on. He didn't see any sign of sanctuary, no flowering trees, no sweet smell in the wind. He bent down to taste the water, but quickly spit it out. It was awful, it wasn't as pristine as he had before.

He looked up, trying to find any sign of the heavenly garden, but there's none. There were only grey clouds, and yellowing leaves upon him.

Faintly, he could hear chuckles and amused whispers from the forest. He turned his head towards the woods, and saw the moving shadows behind the trees.

'... the boy comes back for her…'

'... how cute…'

'... he didn't know that…'

'... she left…'

Perhaps if he could stop for a moment, and listen to them, he could see that his search was hopeless. But he was stubborn. Even after he walked through the creek, and found no flowering waterfall in the upstream.

That night, he's found by the townsman near the river. His eyes were red, and his hands were dirty with soil. The villagers escorted him back to his home, where his parents waited and prayed. They rushed to hold him, asking why he left, where he'd been, but he stayed silent.

He was bedridden for the next several days, from drenched clothes and sorrow he had yesterday. He remembers the weight in his heart, and the seeming emptiness within his chest. Of course, a young boy like him hadn't understood the heartache, but even then, he knew the sole cause of it was the Angel.

He pulled the blanket to his chest, gripping tightly as he sobbed. Why wouldn't she take him? Why wouldn't she look at him?

The questions would linger in the back of his mind, because the moment he looked in the mirror, the image of her flashed before his eyes. Why wouldn't she look at him? Was he so hideous, that she's terrified upon seeing him? If so, why would she kiss him?

He tried to ask the questions to his parents, but what he received weren't answers. Instead, they told him it's just a dream, because Angels didn't exist. He tried to tell the other kids around him, but he quickly learnt that no one believed him. No one found his story plausible, rather, they called him a liar. As a result, that name stayed with him throughout his school years.

On one day in October, as he hid behind the tree in the school yard, he vowed to himself to never tell a soul about his Angel.

While he kept her existence from the others, he still tried to seek her in the forest. When he grew up into adulthood, his parents ceased to worry about his whereabouts. For a reason that he's rarely home. When he's 18, he went down the path of the army. Which granted him more freedom to continue his search.

Of course, he had considered giving up and turned to worldly pleasures. But nothing could compare to her kiss.

It's a wonder how a single encounter could lead to a lifetime obsession. All his efforts, all his knowledge about the forest's paths were the result of a single desire—to see the Angel again. Yet after miles of walking through the woods, exploring every inch of the forest's paths, he found none of her. Not a single trace of her and her existence. Whenever he went back, empty-handed, he couldn't help but feel helpless. As if he's still the little boy who cried by the river.

The emptiness he felt isolated him from his peers, because he knew no one would understand him. When he agreed to the missions that required him to fight in the forest for months, many of his comrades questioned his decision. When he refused the comfort of the night women, the other soldiers would look at him strange. When he's lost in his thoughts, with his eyes fixed on the flowing river, his colleagues would whisper behind his back. Indulged themselves with rumors and speculations.

For a decade, he kept himself at a distance from the others. Until one night, when the alcohol loosened his tongue, he told the story of his past to his fellow soldier. For the first time in his life, someone listened to him without a frown.

"I know someone who knows about these things." He told him, "But I don’t know if he's willing to talk."

He sat up straight as he leaned forward, "Tell me."

His friend hesitated for a moment, before he cleared his throat. "He lived on the outskirts of town, just a bit further in the woods. Sometimes he's in the town's market, selling furs and meats from his hunting." He then leaned closer to say something in low tone, "But there's a rumor that he's selling other things, if you ask the right question."

"What's the question?"

The man shrugged, "I never asked."

He sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. "Alright." He retorted quietly, "Where can I find him?"

The next day, he visited the address his friend gave.

It was a 20 minute drive from the city, and the trip was slowed down since his house was off the beaten path. When he arrived at the driveway, he noticed a man by the house, bringing the axe down as he splitted the log.

As he approached the man, he sensed a piercing gaze on his face.

"What do you want?" The man scoffed, as he made no effort to hide his hostility.

"Someone told me you knew about the creatures in the forest."

"Deer?" The man sneered, "I can sell their pelts for cheap."

"No." He looked him straight in the eye, "I want information about Angels."

The man went quiet for a moment, before he shook his head in a jeering manner. "Another stray from the asylum."

"I'll do anything in exchange for the information."

It seemed to pique him, as he put his mocking facade down.

"Are you from the church?"

"Military."

"Why does a man like you want to know about Angels?"

"It's for personal reasons."

He grinned at him, showing yellowing teeth behind his lips. "You saw one, didn't you?"

He stayed quiet, and the man shrugged.

"It's not my business anyway." He mused, "I don't mind giving you information about Angels—for free, but I'll give you something better if you help me." He smirked, "I'll tell you how to catch one."

—

He stands on the edge of the dark woods, peering into the thick forest, where his first mark once resided. There's a quiet wind that carries the words from the past into his ear.

'... the boy comes back for her…'

He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, savoring the smell of the forest.

"First, you have to disguise yourself." The man spoke while he packed up the hunting tools, "Those creatures have a sharp sense of smell, and human's scent is very distinct. So you have to wear their skin to mask your presence."

"What about deer skin?"

"It won't work." He said, "You have to take it from their kin. But there's one creature who has a strong smell, just like a human. It's so strong that it puts other creature's guard down."

"What is it?"

The man smirked, before a familiar name slipped out of his tongue.

A damp musk mixes in with the woody smell, and his grip on the prize tightens. The unearthly cloak feels heavy in his hand—a reminder of his hunt that's still fresh in his mind. The owner of the robe lays down at his feet, with its head far from where he stands.

An iridescent blood drips from his hand, and into the ground below. Painting the grass with luminous hues. He lets go of the iron machete, which falls with a loud thud. It's a wonder how a pure metal could kill the unassailable.

He had seen this creature many times in the forest. The first time was when the Angel touched him, and the rest when he searched for her. It took a form of moving shadows, and he only saw it in the corner of his eye.

"Believe it or not, Faeries were once considered as the guardians of the forest." He chuckled, "It's because the forest is their home, of course they'd be protective over it. They're very territorial after all."

"Is that why their scent can lower other's guard down?" He asked the man, while handing the fangs of the beast. "Because they smell familiar?"

"Correct." He responded, "But acquiring it isn't an easy business, because they're half-immortal. You see this scar? I almost lost my arm because of it."

"Did you kill it?"

The man sneered, "Who do you think I am?"

"Who do you think I am?" He mused, unconsciously repeated the words from his memory. He scoffs, as he realizes how far he has gone for a single obsession. Killing a forest God just to wear its skin, so he can catch the Angel off guard.

As he walks through the path, he drapes the heavy cloak on his shoulders. Putting the deer's skull mask on, before pulling down the dark veil to cover his face. There's no way of telling if the disguise works, since human's noses aren't as sensitive as theirs. But when he tastes the water, he knows he's on the right track.

"Angels rarely change places," The man claimed, "Once they found a good place to stay, they'd stay until they had no choice but to leave." He then added, "If you saw an Angel somewhere, then it's possible you'd see them again at the same place."

"Then why couldn't I find her?"

"Because they hide from humans." He answered, "You could see them when your heart was pure. Oftentimes, kids were the ones who could see them, because their hearts were still pure." He let out an amused snort when he saw the look on his face, "I can understand why she went into hiding. You don't hide your infatuation."

The brook is still the same as he remembers. With flowering walls and waterfalls. His heart beats so loud against his ribcage, that he's afraid the Angel would hear it.

He sucks in a breath, before marching deeper into the pond.

Behind the large boulder, he sees a blinding light reflecting from the water. His eyes narrowed at the sight before him, before a figure began to form at the heart of the lights.

An Angel.

"How do you subdue them?" He asked the man, "If you can't take their veil?"

"That's easy." He replied, "Drench them with blood." He laughed when he went silent. "I didn't mean their blood or any kind of blood, but the blood of the innocent." He rummaged through his cupboard, before he pulled a jar of crimson liquid. "It's a bait for vampires, but you can use it to suppress an Angel."

He furrowed his brows, "How does that work?"

"I'm not sure myself." He scratched his chin, "But there's a theory that Angels are the protector of the innocents, so having their blood on them means they fail their duty. And if they fail their duty, well, you can guess what'd happen to them."

He feels the heat begins to pool in his groin, as he clutches on the blood jar. She's so pure, so unassuming, and he'll be the one who defiles her.

With his strong hand, he hurls the container towards her. It shatters upon contact with the rock, just an inch away from her body. She didn't have the time to react—nor make sense of the situation, as the crimson blood rained on her.

He doesn't waste any time as he runs to her, catching her by her arm. She shouts at him as she struggles, but she's become as weak as a human. It doesn't take as much effort for him to drag her to the shore.

"Stop!" She screamed when he pinned her down by the neck, "This is heresy. You can't do this."

"Should've thought twice before you kissed me." He snarls when she begins to kick her legs around, "Your kiss is a mark, isn't it? You've marked me as yours from the start."

"It was for protection." She declared with a trembling voice, "You couldn't possibly fend yourself from Fey, I had to do it to protect you."

"Don't deny it." He growled, as his grip on her tightened. "You chose me."

She whimpers when his hand locks in around her delicate neck, and she tries to push him away by his wrist. "I didn't. I never chose you."

He goes quiet for a moment, staring at her struggling form. The splatter of blood has painted her body red, staining her radiant skin with mortal essence. A perfect picture of sacrilege.

"I want to be good for you," He spoke as he shrugged the cloak off him, "But you leave me with no choice."

Her eyes widen in terror as she watches his hand descend to her stomach, before it travels down to her thigh. "No. No! Stop!" She cried out when he pried her legs open, before lodging his hips in.

"I heard an Angel can't feel pain," He sneered as he slipped his pants down, "Shall we put it to the test?"

Her scream falls to deaf ears as he rubs his cock against her tender hole, giving himself a few strokes, before pushing his member in.

"The most common method to catch an Angel is to steal their veil—or what we often call as their 'wings'." The man lifts his finger before he could interject, "But, they can always leave once they find their wings back. So it's not a reliable method."

"Then how do you keep them from running away?" He frowned.

"There are a few ways to do it, but it all boils down to the same thing." He took a drag of his cigarette, before puffing the smoke out of his mouth. "Make them commit a sin."

He throws his head to the back, eyes roll up as he lets out a loud groan. Her hole is tighter than normal humans, but the friction of her walls sends him into a delirium state. He almost slips into blackness, if not for the flailing legs against his shoulders.

"Scheiße." He hissed as he thrust himself into her, "You feel like Heaven."

She lets out a broken sob, as her face contorted with pain. "Please—" She begged, "You're hurting me."

"Am I?" He drank the sight of her, before he slipped his hand between her folds, "I'll make you feel good."

There's a bump right above her stretched hole, and the protruding lump feels like a little pearl on his thumb. And when he strokes it, it begins to throb against his fingertip.

"Once they're close to falling, their halo will be visible to human's eye. When that happens, you should pull it off their head."

A flash of light goes off in front of him, and he shuts his eyes from the bright blaze. It flares for a few seconds, before a ring of light materializes above her crown.

He stares at it with fascination and awe, and his grip begins to loosen up from her neck.

She gasps when he touches her halo, before his fingers wrap around the ring.

There's a hard resistance when he tugs on the halo, as if it's bound to a strong magnet. Her hands shoot up to grab his wrist, clutching onto him with a painful grimace on her face.

A doubt crosses his mind when the divine ring wouldn't come off of her, no matter how hard he pulls it. But with every slam of his hips, her halo begins to budge slightly.

"Because once they lose their halo,"

He presses his lips against her ear—whispering filthy things, while he rubs her clit mercilessly.

"Give in." He growled into her ear, "Give in to sin."

"N-no—"

"You have no choice." He retorted, as he pounded his cock into her harder, "Give in to me."

"They can't go back to Heaven."

She screams, as her halo starts to bend.

"No, no, no—! Stop this madness! Please—"

"It's too late." His lips curled into a cruel smile, "You're not going back."

Her walls begin to pulsate, and he feels a cold rapture creep up along his spine. He groans as she squeezes around him, sucking his cock deeper into her. Tears start to wet her cheeks, and he bends down to catch them with his tongue.

A wretched cry echoes through the forest, as the halo slips away from its anchor. He loses his balance, as it crumbles into dust the moment it leaves her crown, while the rest of it flies away with the wind.

Her body trembles from both shock and worldly pleasure, and a sharp moan leaves his mouth when her walls clamp onto his cock. Shoving him into a state of bliss, as he fills her up with his seeds. The foreign sense of fullness causes her body to curl up, and she covers her face as she begins to sob.

He doesn't let her mourn, since her loss is a blessing for him. He laps her cheek, tasting the saccharine drops that escape her eye. Even when her glow has fading, she still feels as heavenly as before.

"At last," He grinned, as he felt his cock throbbed at the thoughts of the future. "You're finally mine."

[mikobeautifulheart]

JJK Men when you forget your umbrella PART 2

INCLUDING: Business Nanami and Teen Gojo

TW: Nothing but water here so. And no, there isn't any smut.

NOT EDITED- YOU HAVE BEEN WARRNED.

♧Nanami♧ (As an office worker)

Nanami reads the weather report to see how long the down pour of rain would last. He looked out the glass doors before picking up his brief case. A ding behind him indicated someone was coming out the elevator. He kept walking toward the door when he heard a breathy

"Crap"

It was your voice, he turned around to see you looking through your bag for an umbrella. The you looked up only to met Nanami's eyes.

"Uh Nanami. Good afternoon" You said

"Afternoon" he replyed.

"The rain is supposed to get harder from now" He said.

Your eyes widened. You were going to be soaking wet on the train home. You thought about running to the station, it wasn't to far but it wasn't close enough to get there dry.

"Are you going to the station?" He asked

You nodded your head and watched as he sighed and placed his brief case on the ground and took off his blazer.

"We can run there now, if you want. I forgot my umbrella to."

You couldn't help but nod trying to hide your smile and pink cheeks. Being a office worker sucked, except for your co-worker that you had a crush on. Nanami looked even better with out the blazer.

Was this a dream? You too stood outside the buildings cover before he stood beside you and held his blazer over you both.

"Ready?" He said

"Ready" you said holding his brief case against your chest with your bag on your shoulder.

"Okay 3....2...1"

You both got to the station mostly dry, couldn't say the same about his blazer though.

°Gojo° (Teen)

Gojo stood outside of the building that you two fully exorcised. You were exhausted and lost your bag somewhere in the building, presumably eaten by a curse and your umbrella along with it. The last thing you wanted to do was go home soaking wet. You walked out the building behind Gojo just staring at him.

"Lucky bastard." you mumbled. His infinity was on so the rain had no chance of touching him.

"What was that?" he said with a smirk

"Forgot your umbrella?"

"You have 6 eyes, YET YOU COULDN''T STOP THE CURSE FROM EATING MY UMBREALLA" You said.

"I had other priorities, like stopping the curse from, oh I don't know, EATING YOU."

"What ever." you sighed. You tying your shoes before you ran to the train station when you raised your head to see Gojo's hand out stretched infront of your eyes.

"Go on, take it." he said with a smile

You hesitated before slowly reaching and taking his hand. As soon as your hand was in his he grabbed tightly and pulled you into the middle of the street, completely catching you off guard.

"HEY! YOUR GONNA GET ME WET" You shouted

You both stood there for a moment.

"Am I...am I in you infinity?" You asked not feeling the rain at all.

"Yep" He said smiling joyfully as he began to walk you home.

"Well, goodnight then and thanks for the infinity." You said trying to avoid his blind fold. What dose it matter, what can't he see?

"No prob" he said as you closed the door.

"And then I pulled her out into the rain and I ACTUALLY USED INFINITY ON HER, NO SUGURU IM SERIOUS, I KNOW SHE LIKES ME, HER FACE WAS RED AND EVERYTHING" he said talking to Suguru on his phone while walking home.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a part 2, part 1 was about Megmi and yuji int he same kind of sanario, atually i'll just leave the link for that righttttt here for you. Thanks for reading.