#did she leave the hoh room at all?

[whoblewboobear]

Reilly and Cirie & Felicia gathering their troops is so fun to watch but I fully don’t see how Reilly could ever come out on top in the end like.. she’s pulling in any and everyone. Cirie and Felicia are more strategic with who they’ve let in. The fact that the whole house can point to exactly who Reilly is working with and she doesn’t even notice??

Also 👀 Reilly and Kirsten both have loose lips. Reilly taking her out feels more like a ‘I’m the only rat allowed’ kinda move. She saw Kirsten as a threat because she’s projecting her game onto her.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

wildest dreams - m. murdock

a/n: i have literally not been inspired for two weeks then i was STRUCK with the urge to write this. guys. i am so proud of this one i am not even going to lie. this one is dedicated to @bunmurdock because i am literally always thinking about professor murdock.... i really hope you guys enjoy this one, because i enjoyed writing it :) warnings: SMUT! inappropriate dynamic, P in V smut, so much cursing, lots of inappropriate thoughts and pining, power dynamics, dirty talk, reader does an edible and is high for a small part of this fic, reader isn't stupid in this one! she is just horny! she is also deaf, and there is yapping of readers daddy issues word count: 6.3k likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 summary: you have a huge crush on your professor and spend many days desperate for him. pairing: professor!matt murdock x hoh!reader now playing: wildest dreams - taylor swift (taylor's version) "i said, "no one has to know what we do"/his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room"

You could treat him better than any of these other horny grad students.

Seriously, that is your only conscious thought watching this man move around the front of this lecture center. You’re not dumb, you know everyone sitting here wants him—Those who are attracted to men want to fuck him and those who aren’t seek his approval. But you are built different, you’re also lacking a major sense, besides, your brain runs ramped with disgusting thoughts about the man.

Today’s focus is on the man’s outfit. It’s his last class of the day, and it shows. His clothes are a bit more wrinkled, and his hair is messier than it had been when he started the day. But most importantly, his jacket is thrown on the back of his chair, meaning you have a phenomenal view of his torso.

He wears a white button down, with the cuffs of the arms rolled up to just below his elbows, the bottom of the shirt tucked into the waistline of his pants. The shirt is tight, maybe a little too tight, especially around the arms. Maybe it’s because he works out. Or at least, you assume he works out.

That brings us to his tie. Oh, his tie. It’s nothing special—a pure black tie, just hanging from his neck. Your mind wanders. It starts at the dissection of a key court case in the subject of minimum wage, but from there, it starts drifting to his tie.

You think about the tie moving back and forth above you as he thrusts into you, brushing against your face, pulling on it to bring him closer. You think about that soft half chuckle he does, before he says something dirty like—

“Did you have something to add?” His voice right in front of you snaps you out of your trance. Fuck. You were not paying attention.

“Uh, No, Professor..” Your face is a deep red, embarrassed. You wish you could take off your hearing aids to stop listening to all the giggling from around you, from peers who are thrilled that Professor Murdock’s little (not-so) secret admirer got called out for her staring.

“Hm,” he taps the table in front of you, “Then I want you paying attention.” He says, before going back to his lecture. You could die right there. Everyone is laughing at you. He embarrassed you.

Okay, so you have no proof that he’s ever wanted you in the way that you’ve been so god damn desperate for him, but it’s still crushing that he’d single you out in that way. That maybe while you were increasingly needy for him, he found you fucking annoying, in such a way that he felt the need to embarrass you in front of your peers.

You want to melt—Melt into a puddle with just your boots and your hearing aids left behind so you never have to face him ever again. That’s why you’re so relieved when he dismisses class right on time (Well, right on time for him. He always ends class five minutes early to leave room for questions) and you quickly gather your things.

Because of the sheer level of embarrassment he has caused you, the other students in the class who want him try to flock to him, sensing that you no longer have the confidence to engage with him—But your desire is still there, as you messily shove your things into your backpack. You turn when you’re finished, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

Your face is still flushed, part because you’re embarrassed, part because you are out of breath from rushing. But you are faced with the view of your professor, all alone. Your breath hitches when his hand moves up to the top of his tie, as he smooths it out, running his fingers down the fabric.

“I read your essay on the expectations of the courts and law versus the realities of it. I loved it. The argument using Gideon versus Wainwright to justify the existence of the right to counsel as a civil right and not a liberty was fascinating, especially considering your other arguments about how race, class and gender play into those realities. Well done. I thought it was some of your best work.”

Your face is flushed for a new reason now. Wasn’t this the same man who was mad at you for not paying attention?

“I thought so too.” You confess, and he just smiles. He loves that you’re confident in your work. You’ll make a great lawyer one day.

“Oh, and,” He digs through his leather satchel to pull out some notes, running his finger over the folder tab to make sure he has the right folder, “Here are the printed copy of our notes from the last few lectures.” It’s part of your accommodations that professors give you a copy.

“Thanks, Professor.” You smile gently, reaching out to take the papers. Your hands meet and as you grip the notes, the tips of your fingers just barely brush against his. Neither of you say anything. Neither of you let go.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you today.” He starts, “But you’re bright—Smarter than most of your professors, I bet. And I don’t want you to fall behind.” He says softly, and without saying it, you know he’s worried because of your hearing. He was disabled in law school once upon a time, and he recognizes your potential.

“It’s okay.” You say softly, softer than your voice usually is. “I get it, really. It won’t happen again.”

“Good.” He says gently, letting go of the papers now. As you clutch them close to your chest, his hand goes back up to mess with his tie again. Does he know what he’s doing? Does he know how wild it drives you? He must. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“See you on Thursday.” You agree, and that’s when you leave the classroom.

As the door closes behind you, he listens intently. He hears your nervous heartbeat, could practically feel the heat radiating off you. But he knows your routine by now. You’re about to start playing music, and he likes knowing what sort of mood you’re in as you leave his class.

A smile spreads across his face when he hears the opening notes of that new Hozier song, ‘Too Sweet’.

• • •

You are a straight A student. You study days in advance for exams, you write elaborate study guides and most of all, you do not miss class, unless you are dying (no, seriously, the last time you missed class you were rushed to the hospital, sick with pneumonia after a big exam, which you aced). So, when you’re not in Matt’s class on Thursday, he tries not to panic.

You’re a grown woman, he tells himself, and he doesn’t have an attendance policy, having told the class on syllabus day that he trusted them to know when to come to class and when they should go lay in the sun or stay home with a bad cold.

But you once came to class doped up on cold medicine with a mask on, just because you didn’t want to miss any important information. He heard it before you got to class, so he faked a family emergency to cancel class early that day. He could hear your rattled sigh of relief as the other students flooded out.

And he knows for a fact you didn’t show up today because of how fucking loud you are; You don’t mean to be, but he can hear the light buzzing of your hearing aids, and you wear these big work boots that stomp even when you’re trying to step lightly. And he heard neither buzzing nor stomps today.

Oh, your boots. He’s spent years with everything being too loud, but he just can’t help but think about the boots—What color were they? What were their texture? He has this fantasy that lives at the very back of his mind of putting you in heels, heels too big for anyone let alone a girl who only wears clunky work boots, that way he would have to help you, take care of you, and it is a fantasy that will probably live at the back of his mind until he dies.

Sure, he’d probably get married, settle down with someone his age and never worry if she might be dissatisfied with an older man, and she’ll be quiet. No hearing aids, no big boots. They’ll have kids, they’ll be happy together. He’ll still go to you when he can’t sleep, and no one will ever know.

Wait, what was he doing? Oh, right. You weren’t in class today.

His fingers move over the keyboard to look you up in the system. He clicks on the audio assistant to read him your information. It reads out your first and last name, middle initial, then your grade in his class (A+), your accommodations (Notes, time and a half, things like that), your birthday, and—

Wait, he takes a moment, and his fingers go over to his braille calendar, realizing that you’re taking a day off because it’s your birthday. A laugh escapes his lips, because how silly was he being?

His fingers move again to find your email address. He debates for a moment before adding the subject line, “Absence Today.” Then, he erases it and changes it to, “Class Today”, hoping you wouldn’t freak out before reading the email.

And just for a moment, he lets himself dream. He writes the following email to you,

“Hey, sweetheart—

Happy Birthday. I’m so happy you’re taking a break, you deserve it, more than anyone else I know. Are you doing something fun for it? Going out and getting wasted? Hooking up with some college guy who couldn’t fuck you properly?

If I could, my birthday gift to you would be a day spent with my face buried between your pretty thighs, although that might be a birthday gift to me and not to you. I’ve always been a selfish man, and you seem to be something I am entirely selfish about. I want your hands tangled in my hair, tugging on it as I taste you. I want you all to myself. I didn’t hear the buzzing of your hearing aids or the clunking of your boots, and I felt this striking yearning.

I can’t stand being around you without having you. It’s torture.

Happy Birthday,

Matthew.’

He thinks about it for a minute, before completely erasing the email, and sending you this one instead:

‘Missed you in class today! We went over the reading for Chapter Seven. Happy Birthday! Professor M’

He sends it, and then rubs his face, a long sigh leaving his lips. He is completely enamored by you, and it is so unfair.  You’d be in class on Monday, he told himself. He’d see you then, and it would be like getting his fix of you.

Then, he turns to the distraction of trying to grade papers. It won’t work. He’ll still have you on his mind all day, and there will be no relief in sleeping. Hopefully he’ll dream of that long day between your thighs.

• • •

Truth be told, you were not drinking and fucking some random guy when Matt emails you. You were cuddled up in bed, giggling and eating snacks, so many snacks, because, well, you took an edible with a bunch of your friends and now are high out of your mind.

Some animated shows are on in the background, and when your phone buzzes, you pick it up and almost melt when you see the email from your favorite professor. You start giggling like a kid, your fingers clutching your phone as you read the email over and over again.

One friend looks up to you from her place on your floor and asks, “Are you alright?”

You don’t answer at first, but then you nod, and pull your blanket close, imagining Matt’s arms around you. Your brain paints you a picture of him holding you against his chest and gently playing with your hair.

It’s a nice fantasy.

• • •

For being a law student, you really fucking hate it sometimes. Okay, that’s not true. You love being a law student and are so excited to go out into the world and make that difference. But you’d be lying if you don’t sort of contemplate dropping out and getting a sugar daddy over certain assignments.

Maybe Matt is in the market. Then you shake your head to get the thought out of there, before opening your laptop to check your professor’s office hours. The one that assigned this assignment is an old bat who does not have office hours except for during your other classes on Fridays.

Then, you look at Matt’s office hours. He has office hours right now. You click the pen in your hand a few times, thinking. Contemplating. Would he want to see you at this point? Would you be able to control yourself?

You give the question you’re working on one more time before you lean down and grab your boots, starting to lace them up. Then, you pack up your bag, heart beating nervously over what—Asking him for help with an assignment?

You make it all the way across campus, the whole time worried about if you’ll walk in on your professor with some other girl. You almost laugh at that thought, because you think you’re silly for how dramatic you are about the man.

You stand down the hallway from his office for a few minutes, just contemplating. You could just turn around and not at all open the possibility of being around him, and everything stays the same. Nothing changes, and your relationship with your professor maintains it’s strictly professional relationship.

You walk towards the door, knocking on it before holding your breath.

“Come on in,” He calls from behind the door. Now or never. You open the door, and smile in his direction.

“Hey, professor,” You greet, a soft smile on your face. His tie is loose around his neck. You blink away whatever daydream your brain wants to dive headfirst into.

“Hey,” He greets, “I don’t think you have any assignments due, so what’s up?” He asks, tilting his head in your direction. As you think about it, you realize that you do not need help with an assignment.

“This is going to sound like a lie. But I had trouble with this assignment earlier, and suddenly I walked in here and realized I knew exactly what I was doing. I’m sorry for bothering you.” You explain, but you make no attempt to turn around and leave.

“Let me guess,” He starts, gauging by what year and academic proficiency you’re at, “Professor Reid’s estate planning class? That assignment about the will and testament of an old lady with a marriage less than 90 days and estranged kids?”

You groan and take a seat in one of the chairs in his office. He laughs in response, shaking his head.

“That old bat.” You roll your eyes. He just smiles and shakes his head.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember to cheat on your final.” He tells you, and you give him a perplexed look.

“What?”

“Well, for the final, there’ll be a question about a super niche argument on inheritance. Just cheat on it.”

“You’re a professor, telling me to cheat?”

“I cheated on it,” He shrugs. You suddenly remember that he used to go to school here and has taken all the classes you’re struggling with right now.

“You’re being unprofessional.” You tell him, and he smiles again. Your heart skips a beat, and somehow, his smile grows. As if he knows exactly what sort of effect he has on you. As if this is all a game he likes to play with you, his eager and willing participant.

“Okay, forget that I told you to cheat on Reid’s exam. We have to talk about something, it would be awkward to just sit here in silence. Uh, what did you major in in undergrad?”

“English. I minored in Disability studies.”

“So why Law?” He asks curiously, leaning forward and clasping his hands together, before resting them on his desk. Jesus Christ.

“I’m tired of being poor.” The answer slips out before you can really stop yourself. He laughs again, and something in you stirs. As if making him laugh is the newest way you feel good about yourself. How twisted is that? “I’m being serious!” You laugh too, unable to contain it.

“I’m sure,” he promises, “I grew up poor too, I was sick of it too. But if you’re going to be a lawyer—”

“You need to have respect for the law and the people taken advantage by it,” You finish, “I get that, really, I do. And I want to help people. I want to go into divorce law and help all the poor and battered women like—” You’re forgetting yourself. You’re forgetting that this isn’t a date and that this man is your professor.

“Like..?” He prods you to finish, curious. He is on the edge of his seat about you. This is more than he has gotten of you in the past few weeks you’ve been taking his class.

“Like my mom.” You finish suddenly looking for something to do with your hands. Anything, really. “But the check that comes with it isn’t exactly deterring me, you know?”

“I get that,” he says earnestly, “I was an orphan, one of those dirty scrappy ones you feel bad for,” he does that half chuckle that makes you want to go over there and kiss him. “Never knew my mom, and my dad died when I was young. So, I get it. Being poor and wanting to do better for yourself. For your parent who sacrificed for you.”

But it clicks for him, the hidden meaning behind your ambitions. You have daddy issues, and he can tell that’s part of your crush on him. Though, he’ll never say it to you. He’ll let it be something unspoken between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess you do get it.” You smile softly. But this is dangerous. So so dangerous. The two of you are dancing this dangerous line—Well, more like you’re damn well dancing clear over the line and ignoring it. But you don’t know how to stop it. Maybe you don’t want to stop it.

“Well, uh, maybe you could finish that assignment while we’re here.” He clears his throat, straightening his tie and you try to connect the wires in your brain to focus on the assignment. You pull it out of your bag and place it on his desk, smoothing it out a bit. Matt gets up and starts to wander around the office, and you look at him curiously. “I think better when I can move around.”

You should’ve known that much, you have stared at him doing lectures, wandering from end to end of the rows and rows in the classroom.

“Yeah, totally,” You nod, focusing on the assignment. It’s on paper, the old bat refuses to use online assignments. You’re practically flying through the assignment, and it’s at the point where you are forgetting your company. In fact, you really don’t notice him.. Until you lean back and stretch, jumping when you realize that Matt has taken a spot right behind you, his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward. You’re practically leant up against him.

“See? Was that so hard?” Your face flushes, his voice right next to your ear. He has to know; he has to know how you’re affecting him. You tilt your head a bit, and your eyes are level with his chin. His stubble moves as he sets his jaw. He doesn’t smell much like anything… except the faintest hint of clean sheets and this slight scent of mahogany. It would go perfect with a whiff of whiskey.

“No,” you say quietly, and he almost shudders at the feeling of your warm breath against his cheek. “Not at all, Prof—”

“Call me Matt.” It’s almost begging. You’re kind of into it, but that’s not surprising given how incredibly attractive you find him.

“Okay.” You say quietly. He has reduced you to one-word answers. The two of you stay quiet for a while. You’re unsure what to say. Matt is contemplating his options. Anyone could walk in on the two of you like this. The door isn’t locked, and you want to bring this up, but the words die out in your throat. His head tilts a bit towards you, and you get a glimpse at those perfect lips of his.

“You know—” He starts, but before he can get any farther, you lean in and kiss him. You kiss him intensely, your hand on his cheek, and for once, you are not filled with regret at a bad decision. He doesn’t react at first, and for just a second, you’re nervous.

Then, He kisses you back, letting out this deep hum as he deepens the kiss. He tilts his head to get deeper into your mouth, and his hands make their way down to your hips. He focuses for a second, before wrapping his arms around you to pick you up and sitting you on his desk.

His hands trail down as the pair of you kiss, landing on your thighs. His fingers rub back and forth, and you gasp when he squeezes your thighs. He grins and takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your clunky boots hit against his desk and he practically growls at the sound. He pulls away, his teeth biting your bottom lip as he does.

You’re completely out of breath, and so is he. He stumbles back a bit, his lips swollen and bright pink from kissing you. He wipes his mouth as he pants, and inhales deeply. You run your fingers through your hair, brushing the hair that has fallen onto your face.

“We..” he mumbled gently, running his hand over his chin. “Holy shit, kid—”

“Don’t call me kid—”

“Listen,” he goes over to you and brushes the hair from your face, “That was.. it was phenomenal, but someone could’ve walked in on that, and.. Fuck, if we do that again, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” he confesses, his hands on your cheeks.

“When I was staring off into space last week, I was thinking about your tie.” You tell him, your hands are finding the base of it now. He tilts his head, curiously.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Was daydreaming about it brushing against my face as you fuck me.” You could swear his face is red. You grin.

“Yeah?” He laughs, taking the tie from you and bringing the tie up to brush against your cheeks, “Like that?” he teases, and you laugh back. Dick.

“Mhm,” You giggle, and your hands find his, wrangling the tie out of his hands, and tugging on it, before bringing him in for another kiss. He inhales deeply as he kisses you, taking the taste of you in for a moment before pulling away.

“I’m serious, sweetheart, this is dangerous.”

“Sweetheart?” You grin. He takes your chin and grips it between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Hey. Pay attention.” He says, and you want to argue that saying things in that low gravely tone will not help you pay attention, but you can tell he’s serious. That he wants your attention focused on him, this is important. “Listen. I like you. I like you a lot, but we have to be careful if we want any of this to go further. We have to be subtle and watch our steps.” He says softly.

“Okay.” You promise, “Okay, we should be careful.” He smiles gently and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Good pup.” He hums, and your face flushes.

“I like ‘pup’.” You like sweetheart too, but your stomach flips when he calls you pup.

“Yeah, I know you do.” He grins. “Wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you said we have to be careful.”

“Okay, then I’ll give you my address and you can come over.” He shrugs. “I know how badly I need you, I can only imagine how you feel.” He hums, and you grin.

“Okay, Here, give me your phone.” Matt fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you. You put your number in with your name, sending yourself a quick text before handing the phone back to him. “There. Send it to me.” He steps back so you can hop off the desk, before putting your homework back in your bag.

As you sling your bag over your shoulder, he grabs your wrist in his hand and pulls you close, just to kiss you again.

• • •

Your hands are shaking as you drive over to Matt’s apartment. You’re so full of desire for him, and you take a second after parking the car to adjust your hair and makeup. Luckily you had no plans with your friends so it’s not like you’re hiding anything from anyone.

Are you about to sleep with the professor you’ve had a crush on since the beginning of the semester? Hopefully. You take a quick glance down to the apartment number he sent you before climbing out of the car, locking it behind you.

Then, you manage your way through the building, finding yourself in front of his door for the second time tonight. You hesitate. Though, you’re not sure why. Well, maybe you do. Maybe you’re terrified that this is going to be bad. Or maybe that you’re scared you’ll be bad, and he’ll hate you.

Maybe you just need to get over yourself. Although, you can’t really do much more convincing because Matt swings open the door and grins at you. You almost die at the sight of him. His tie is gone, and his shirt is unbuttoned by three buttons.

“You’re so hot,” You blurt out as you hand him a cheap bottle of wine you picked up on the way here.

“You’re cute,” he hums, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the apartment, leaving you giggling as he closes the door behind you. You look around his apartment, your eyes catching on the giant billboard. You’re standing in front of the window when he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips gently kiss your neck, up and down, biting your shoulder gently. “Enamored by the billboard, sweetheart?”

“Your windows are so big, probably a lot of light in here during the day.” You say softly, and he smiles against your neck.

“Mhm, one day, I’ll fuck you against those windows—”

“Matt,” You groan, but he just shushes you and kisses your neck again.

“I know, pup,” He hums, “But don’t worry, I’ll show you a very nice time, hear all those pretty noises you can make for me.” You blush, turning to say something to him but he wraps his arms around your waist again, before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to his room. You’re laughing all the way there, before throwing you onto the bed.

“Mean.” You accuse, but he shrugs.

“You’ll get over it, sweetheart, I promise.” He hums, and you sit up on his bed. He stands between your legs, leaning down to kiss you gently, his hands finding your cheeks again. He kisses you like this for a few minutes, before slowly kneeling in front of you, never breaking the increasingly sloppy kiss. You pull away from the kiss to study him. He tilts his head, his hands finding your thighs to rub them again as he did in the office. “What?” he asks gently.

“I spent all those lectures only being able to study you from a far.. Just let me really look at you for a while..” You request. He grins gently as your fingers run over his stubble again. Your hands move up to his glasses. “Can I take these off?” You request, tilting your head.

Matt hesitates, just for a second. He’s not really used to it, to someone truly wanting to see him, every part of him. But he trusts you, wants you to see him. So he nods, letting out a soft ‘yeah’ as you pull off those circular red glasses, gently folding them and setting them down somewhere safe.

Then, you take a good, long look at his eyes. They’re this deep brown, almost black, irises that are drop dead gorgeous. The skin around his eyes is scarred, but the scars are old, yet, you rub your thumb gently against that scarred skin. You lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his eyes, first the left one, then the right one.

He leans up and kisses you after that, his hands slowly making their way down your legs. Your hands find his buttons of his shirt starting to undo them. He pulls away from the kiss, before slipping off his button up, throwing it away somewhere in the room. Your eyes drift down to these scars on his collarbones, and your fingers run over them. Then, you notice other scars on his skin, and your hands find those too.

“Your boots are so loud,” he hums, and you’re taken back by it.

“What?”

“Your boots.” He hums, “I hear you stomping around with these things on, they’re.. Like a bell, you know? I like knowing you’re around.” His fingers go down to the laces of your left boot, slowly untying them. Then, he does the same with the right boot.

He pulls off your boots, before running his fingers over your socks.

“They’re multicolored. Bright and patterned.” You confess, and he grins, before pulling them off. Then, he stops, realizing you have another pair of socks on. He blinks, before starting to laugh.

“You have two pairs of socks on?” he chuckles, your face flushing.

“My boots are just a little too big!” You tell him, and he laughs, resting his head against your thigh. He finishes taking your socks off, before working on the buttons of your jeans. When he finally gets those undone, he pulls off your pants, throwing them somewhere close to his now abandoned shirt. His hand comes up to rub you through your panties, and he lets out a scoff as he does.

“So wet for me, pup..” He mumbles, coming up to gently kiss your cheeks and then your jaw, as you whine. “I know, baby, I know,” he says softly, rubbing your clit gently. You whine gently at the feeling, gripping his wrist. He chuckles softly, kissing you to shut you up a bit.

He pulls his hand away from your throbbing cunt to pull off your tee shirt, throwing it wherever. He starts to kiss you as you fiddle with the buttons of his pants and pull them off, letting him step out of the before he casts them away.

You grin into the kiss, before he pulls away.

“What? What’s got you so giddy, pup?” he asks, a grin on his face too.

“Briefs,” You hum, fiddling with the waistband of his briefs, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Thinking about your professor’s underwear?” He teases, leaning in to bite your neck. “Dirty, dirty girl.” He grins, and you swat at his shoulder, which causes him to laugh. He likes having fun with you, even if it’s not inherently sexual.

His hands come up to run gently over your skin, trailing from your hands up to your shoulders, and then all the way to your ears, where his fingers gently run over your hearing aids. It’s a nice gesture, really, but as soon as his fingers brush over your hearing aids, you immediately retract, the feedback shooting through your skull, uncomfortably.

“Ow—” You cringe, leaning your head back to try and get away from his fingers. He cringes, hearing the feedback, not as badly as you do but knowing it’s there and that you’re in pain pains him.

“I’m sorry,” he coos softly, his fingers moving down to cup your jaw. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I hadn’t realized—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” You hum, tilting your head to kiss his palm gently. “It happens, It’s why you should never touch them while I have them on.” You shrug. He leans down and kisses your stomach a bit, before going back to kiss you again, deepening the kiss a bit before roughly shoving you back on the bed. You giggle as he climbs on top of you, caging you in between his legs, as he slips his tongue into your mouth again. He kisses you with passion and need, and it drives you entirely too wild. As he pulls away, one hand comes up to grip your chin, before he leans down with his head against yours.

“Want me to fuck you, pretty thing?” He asks gently, his voice sweet as honey as he talks so obscenely to you. You whine, finally getting what you want after weeks and months of waiting. He just smiles and shakes his head, “No, no, puppy, you gotta say it to me.” He requests.

“Yes, I want you..” You groan, bucking your hips a bit at the thought of him finally fucking you.

“Want me to do what?” he asks, innocently.

“Want you to fuck me, please..” You request, and this finally seems to satisfy him. His hand comes down to unhook your bra, throwing it behind him with the rest of your clothes, before his lips begin to travel downwards, kissing down your jaw and neck, before he’s kissing the valley of your breasts, his hand going down to rub your clit again.

He groans against your skin at the feeling of your wetness soaking through your underwear and listening to your moans. His hands begin to work to take off your panties, and as soon as those are gone, your hands come up to his briefs, wanting them gone.

“Off, off, off—” You huff, and he laughs as he slips them off. Then, he reaches over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, but you grab his hand, shaking your head, “No, no—I’m on the pill, promise.”

“You sure?” He asks gently, and you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Sure.” You nod, and then you’re kissing him again, your hand going down to stroke his cock, and he gasps into the kiss, before chuckling. He pulls away to mutter out to you--

“Needy girl,” he purrs, before moving to kiss you again. As you’re kissing, he slips his cock into you, and you moan into the kiss, tensing at the feeling, “Relax for me, pup.. So fucking tight for me.” He groans, his hand coming down to swat your thigh. “Relax.” He tells you, his voice sterner this time.

You nod, trying to form a more conscious thought than the pure bliss you feel, your hands wrapping around his neck, scratching down his back a bit. He groans softly, as he starts to slowly thrust into you. He is using every ounce of self-control he has, resisting the urge to absolutely violate you.

But he’s trying to be gentle, be nice.

“Faster,” You gasp out, your fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He does that half chuckle, and it makes you whine as he begins to speed up.

“Beautiful little pup..” he says lowly, “Been staring at me.. Wanting your professor so badly these past few weeks, dirty little thing,” he hums, “Fuck, so.. fuck..” Your legs are beginning to shake the longer and harder he thrusts into you. “So fucking good for me..” You whine into his lips as they crash into yours, one hand going down to rub your clit gently, the stimulation too much for someone who hasn’t had sex this good, ever, but especially because you haven’t had sex at all in the past.. well, six or more months.

“Matty, ‘m..” You can barely get the words out as he fucks you harder,

“I know baby, come on, cum for me, pup,” he coos, his thrusts nor rubbing slowing down, maintaining his pace. Within a minute, you’re coming with loud moans into his ears, and he’s following suit shortly after, coming deep inside you.

But for the few minutes after the two of you finish, he continues his thrusting, relishing in the pretty moans and the sound of his deep thrusts into you. Eventually, he slows down, remaining deep inside of you. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply before flipping the pair of you over, and holding your legs close to stay buried deep inside of you.

For a few minutes, there are no words spoken, just deep, frantic pants and sweaty skin against each other.

“You know, that was as good as I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.” You pant, “Better, even..” He laughs and nods.

“Me too..” he kisses you softly. ���Let me take you out somewhere.”

“I thought we had to be careful..”

“We’ll go away somewhere then. Just the two of us for the weekend. I need to be with you, I can’t get enough of you now that I’ve had a taste.. Besides, I haven’t even eaten you out. Now that, that is going to be fun.” He grins, and you swat his arm.

“Evil, mean man!” You gasp, and he just laughs, kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry, pup, let me make it up to you,” he hums.

“How?”

“Calling you pup a few times, ordering Thai food and teaching you how to suck me off?”

“I know how to suck you off,” You scoff.

“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head, leaning in to kiss him. Then, lips still against yours, he whispers, “Prove it, pretty puppy.”

[yuikomorii]

Happy Birthday to the BEST BOY!!🥳🏀❤️

// You have the ability to accomplish everything you set your mind to, and we all know you’re the apple of Yui’s eye. Thank you for never giving up on others and for making Yui the happiest girl alive while letting her feel like a normal teenager! (*＾ワ＾*)

Love you, Ayato! 🫶🏻

Since you guys asked for a new scenario, I decided to deliver it uwu. I’m still not very confident in my writing skills and I’m aware some parts sound really cheesy but I truly hope you will enjoy it! 💖

~Ayato’s Birthday short story~

Yui: Phew… it’s finally done!

( It took me three fails to make his cake but thankfully I finished it on time! )

Uuh… It was supposed to look better though but maybe the good result lays in the taste?

— Yui tries it —

Just like I thought, the taste didn’t deceive me! I tried my best not to make it too sweet, therefore I truly hope Ayato-kun will like it.

Speaking of Ayato-kun, I wonder if he woke up. It might sound a bit childish but I really want to be the first to congratulate him~!

— Place shifts to Ayato’s room —

Yui: Eh? The door is open…? Could it be that he’s awak—…! He left?

???: Nfu, what’s with the long face? Did you and Ayato-kun have a fight~?

Yui: L-Laito-kun! Gosh, don’t just whisper in my ear like that!

Laito: Why not~? Is it because it arouses you? As expected from you, Bitch-chan, you really grow into that nick—

Yui: E-Enough…!

Look, Laito-kun… do you happen to know where exactly Ayato-kun went?

Laito: And what if I do?

Yui: Well… in that case, where is he?

Laito: Bold of you to assume I’d tell you. You’re always so naive~

Yui: Eh? That’s…—

( Of course this guy wouldn’t help me! I can’t believe I really thought asking him would be a good idea… )

Laito: Nfu, I know that face, Bitch-chan, you were judging me in your thoughts, weren’t you? How rude~

Yui: W-Wait, you got the wrong idea! I just—

Laito: And I was merely trying to do you a favor, but I suppose you don’t appreciate such things from any man, am I right?

Yui: I don’t really get what you mean…

Laito: Well…~ all I’m going to say is that if you tried using your head a little, then maybe you would be able to guess where Ayato-kun is.

Yui: Hmm…

( Now that I think about it, the weather is beautiful today, neither too hot nor too cold. As far as I recall, this is Ayato-kun’s ideal type of weather for playing basketball. In that case… could he really be outdoors? )

Ah, I might actually know the place!

Laito: See? Making use of those brain cells once in a blue moon wasn't all that difficult, was it? Now hurry up or else you won’t be the first one to wish your precious boyfriend a “happy birthday” ~

Yui: …!

( Did he eavesdrop on me today!? )

( G-Geez… It’s a bit embarrassing knowing that he listened to such things. Despite this, he truly managed to be helpful in some way. )

Y-Yeah, I’ll leave right now. By the way… thank you, Laito-kun.

— Yui walks away —

Laito: ( Nfu, I wonder if she really guessed that place right. Too bad that desperate face didn’t last any longer, otherwise I might have truly taken advantage of it.~ )

— Place shifts outside the mansion —

Yui: Hoh— that’s a bit heavy!

( I tried to fit everything for his birthday in this basket but it weighs more than I expected! )

( Uuh… I really hope Ayato-kun is around here. )

???: Tsk, damn it!

Yui: That voice—! Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Huh? Yui?

— Yui jumps into his arms —

Yui: Happy Birthday, Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: Hah? Ah… Yeah…

So you remembered it, huh?

Yui: Obviously, there’s no way I would forget such an important day!

Ayato: It wouldn't have made a difference anyway. Birthdays have never been a reason to celebrate for vampires; they are just like any other day. Basically, we couldn’t care less.

Yui: Well… that might be so, however I do care about it. It’s true that humans and vampires have distinct points of view and mindsets, but this still won’t stop me from considering this day special. After all, that’s when Ayato-kun was born and I’m grateful for that, as a result I want to celebrate your birth.

Ayato: …

Yui: ( He suddenly went silent… Ah, did I really exaggerate with that confession? )

Ayato: Yui…

Yui: …!

( He’s smiling so brightly! )

( I would have never thought those words to make Ayato-kun so happy but seeing him like that… my heart can’t help but fill up with so much joy too…! )

Ayato: Geez, I’m supposed to be indifferent about my birthday but look at me grinning like a fool due to a Chichinashi such as yourself. Now you better take responsibility or else—

Yui: ( He says it in such a threatening way but that blushy face proves exactly the opposite, fufu. )

Ayato: Oi, what’s up with that basket?

Yui: ( Oh, right! )

I got something for you!

Ayato: Heh, only for me?

Yui: Yup!

( Although, I truly hope nothing got crushed. )

— Yui opens the basket and serves cake —

Yui: I know it doesn’t look perfect but I’m confident the taste is on your liking. I remembered that you aren’t too fond of very sweet food, therefore I tried avoiding adding marzipan and focus more on the fruits instead. Do you… like it?

Ayato: Haa… there’s no need for those useless explanations. You made that whole cake for me, so yeah, isn’t it obvious that I’d like it?

Yui: Ayato-kun…

— Ayato tastes it —

Ayato: Mm… as expected, it’s good! To be honest, Takoyaki would have been a far superior choice, but I can't deny that the cake Chichinashi made is also quite tasty.

Yui: Fufu, I knew exactly that you were going to say that, so I prepared this for you!

— Yui serves him Takoyaki —

Ayato: Hah!? Are you a magician or somethin’?

Yui: N-not at all! I just know Ayato-kun loves Takoyaki so much that he would eat them everyday, hence they couldn’t miss out on his birthday, right?

Ayato: You…

— Ayato pins her down —

Yui: Eh—?

Ayato: Bet you weren’t prepared for this, were you?

Yui: ( Is he going to suck my blood? )

— Ayato kisses her —

Yui: Nn…!

Ayato: Now I am the one catching you off guard. How does that feel, eh?

Yui: Good…

Ayato: Oh? What happened to “Ayato-kun, that’s so embarrassing!” ?

Yui: I-I mean… it is a bit yet I can’t deny that Ayato-kun’s gentle kisses are the best.

Ayato: Tsk… Why not so cute and honest all the time? Is it ‘cause of my birthday or what now?

Yui: I just felt like it…

( He’s just getting cuter and cuter! )

By the way… there’s one more thing I have to give you.

— Yui starts searching —

Ayato: A photo frame?

Yui: That’s so. I asked the school photographer to take this photo exactly when you scored and brought victory to your team. The happiness you felt in that moment… that’s something I always wish for you to experience.

— Ayato slightly blushes —

Yui: I also tried to decorate the frame myself based on what you like the most b-but if it’s too childish, then I will try to——

( He’s hugging me! )

Ayato: “What you like the most” she said, but how come I don’t see her there too then?

Yui: T-That’s—!

( Was that an indirect confession!? )

Ayato: Pfft… haha, that’s exactly the reaction I expected!

Love you, idiot. You really are the best~!

— Ayato stands up and starts walking away —

Yui: W-Wah—! Hey, d-don’t make fun of me like that!

Ayato: Can’t hear you~! If you wanna tell me something, catch me then!

Yui: You meanie!

— Yui stands up and starts running after him—

Yui: ( I can’t help but feel like a child once again when playing with him like that. It’s such a nostalgic feeling that somehow feels so distant... )

( As we run around the mansion, Ayato-kun is showing me his genuine smile… that’s the face that makes me fall more and more for him each and every day. )

( I love you Ayato-kun, thank you for being born. )

[starstrucksfnuniverse]

How I think the Agents sleep

For @kayvi0

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Maya

-Pretty normal I think. Around 7 to 8 hours a night, assuming she's not on an overnight mission

-Only ever sleeps with her hair down. Having her hair up in different styles for too long will give her migraines, so she tries to avoid doing it at night

-Has most definitely pulled an all-nighter at least once trying to keep Midas from pulling an all-nighter. Halfway through the night she gave up and just read a book while he worked

-After Renegade Shadow attacked her she probably has difficulty sleeping on her side and stomach

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Brutus

-He would also be nothing special, 6-8 hours. Probably the agent who puts the most effort into keeping his sleep schedule decent

-If Skye ever organizes a movie night he'll agree to come, because he knows how much those bonding nights mean to her. But you know he's going to be the dad asleep on the couch an hour into the movie

-He snores

-There's a rumor around base that he sleeps with his sunglasses on. He has no idea where this came from, but he won't deny it because he finds it funny (sometimes he'll sit in a chair with his sunglasses off and not talk/move. People still fall for it even though he's not snoring)

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TnTina

-This girl has the worst sleep schedule ever, and it pisses Midas OFF (he wants his agents healthy and awake even if he's not). At this point it's on purpose because she knows he would never fire her

-4 hours a night max, doesn't leave her room until 11 AM on a good day, and mostly survives off of energy drinks

-She probably has some really weird sleeping positions too. She got rid of her bedframe a while back solely to be able to do this

-Ironically, she needs total silence to fall asleep. She's around loud noises all day (probably is HoH to be honest) and it doesn't bother her then, but she can be woken up even by someone snoring. Never falls asleep at movie nights because of this

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Meowscles

-He has a cot that is designed to look like a catbed :3

-Not as much as a regular cat, but he does sleep quite a bit during the day. Nighttime is when he's usually most active, so he gets put on a lot of night patrols

-If someone is sick or having a rough day, he will let them take a nap with him. Everyone in the Agency has had at least one cuddle session with Meowscles (he purrs a lot in his sleep, which is good at helping people to relax)

-Falls asleep in a bunch of weird places around the building/yacht. Usually on the floor behind a potted plant or under the Hideout table, but they've found him passed out in the vents too

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Skye

-Either 8 hours a night or 3. Midas typically tries to keep her away from night missions so that she can get rest, but if she's particularly stressed out she'll stay up all night gaming or talking to Ollie

-Has a bad habit of sleeping in her day clothes. One of the many sticky notes she has on her mirror is a reminder to wear pajamas, since she has so many cute ones for a reason :)

-Maya is her favorite agent to have sleepovers with, because she feels the most like a mother and the safest one to be around

-She has a bunch of cute blankets and stuffed animals on her bed, and has made some for every other agent to have as well. Right before Midas betrays them she found all the stuffed animals she gave him returned back on her bed (sorry 😔)

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Midas

-He did used to care more about his health, but in the months before the Device he would be lucky to get 3 hours of sleep

-He has a bed but very rarely uses it. Usually either sleeps in his office chair or pulls an all-nighter and drinks coffee to stay awake (if Maya bugs him about it enough he will tell her to go sleep in it, so then she can say it has been used)

-He gets invited to every movie night, and he actually does go to a couple of them. He will never stay the whole time (for risk of passing out and 'looking like an idiot') but they at least keep him away from working for a while

-But honestly I like the idea that when he does sleep, that's when he gets to be 'normal.' Not a god, not a cruel boss in over his head. Just a regular guy :)

[catoperated]

Colonoscopy/Endoscopy in a week. I decide to celebrate my last day of real food by having pizza. Am violently reminded my gallbladder is bad. Wife takes me to the ER the morning after, when it’s clear the pain isn’t going away.

Initially am hopeful because the waiting room is nearly empty. Overhear a nurse say all the rooms are full and my heart sinks.

Hours pass. I have blood and money withdrawn. Battle Los Angeles plays on the TV above us. Motion smoothing is on so the it feels like a fever dream with bad CGI. More people filter in, slowly filling the waiting room.

A woman wheels her very sick, elderly mother to sit across from us. She loudly tells her HOH mother to only put the mask up when she coughs, then says she can’t wear a mask herself because she can’t breathe through them. I scoff through my mask, and this apparently shames her into putting one on.

As I wait I nearly crush a fidget toy in my desperation to distract myself from the pain. My name is finally called and I make the mistake of raising my right hand, resulting in a fresh stab of pain.

The woman in scrubs wheels me to the very back of radiology, where as I look slightly stunned at the ultrasound machine waiting. She asks if anyone told me this test was ordered. No one had. She asks if I’m okay with it. I say yes. Seems silly to say anything else.

Turns out it’s very hard to get a clear image of the gallbladder due to its awkward placing near the liver and ribs. Breathing in and holding it hurts. I’m rolled on my side to try and get a better angle. It is slow torture. When it’s over I’m wheeled to a room in the far corner, away from the noise of the nurse’s station.

The visitor chairs are positioned in such a way that my wife’s head is always hitting something in whatever room we’re in, as if the visitor must be in discomfort, too.

I get morphine. The pain in my chest dulls but my legs are cramped from sitting so long in the waiting room.

I use dual bed/Tv control to turn Food Network to SyFy, which is playing a censored Predator 1 & 2 double feature.

My wife is left behind as I’m taken for a CT scan. More breathing in and holding it. The contrast dye fills me with uncomfortable warmth. Updates for my tests ping on my healthcare app. Most notably the cyst found on the ultrasound I got last month had already grown two cm. As I’m wheeled back I see beds have overflowed into the halls.

Back in ‘my’ room, it’s never quiet. The EKG keeps beeping an alert about my breathing. The nurse says it’s because it’s bad at reading that, so they mostly ignore it as long as people aren’t gasping or panting. Whenever mine beeps, I hear the beeping from the room next door, like the call and answer of lonely birds chirping.

My wife and I wait and watch Schwarzenegger do battle with the Predator and my wife remarks that no one ever talks about Predator 3—so bad it’s like collectively erased it from memory. I don’t even think of Alien vs Predator until right now, as I’m writing this.

From time to time announcements come over the intercom. Code sepsis. Code stroke. I guess they did away with colors.

Doctor comes in and says my gallbladder needs to come out, but the situation isn’t so dire it needs to be immediate. She emphasizes no more fatty foods. About the same diet I have to adopt while preparing for the colonoscopy, but more restrictions. I leave with prescriptions for opioids and nausea.

We get vegetable and tofu hibachi after leaving. My cat sits beside me on the bed when I’m finished, purring in content now that I’m finally back home.

I took a selfie while high on morphine and my wife joked that they finally discovered what it took to get me to take a picture of myself.

I’m not posting it here.

I’m also not editing this.

[oonajaeadira]

For the ask game---

GTTT!!!!

2: What scene did you first put down?

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

(any or all of them, you choose darling)

Hoh boy, Blue baybay. ALL THE GTTT QUESTIONS. Okay. lessee what I have for you. Thank you for the ask. <3

What scene did you first put down?

I mostly write in order, so what you see first is what went onto the page first.

What’s your favorite line of narration?

I don't know that I look at any of them specifically as favorites. I like writing Pats' reactions to things in the things that he does rather than the thoughts he has about it, almost like he's exerting as much impartiality or distance to his feelings as he does to his clients. Instead of aknowledging that he's happy that Pres dumped the person she was sleeping with, he focuses on how good his pasta is. Instead of aknowledging that he'd do anything to please her, he just focuses on painting the ceiling, and if she likes it, that's good too. His head for a while there was just a constant herding of cats, and maybe still is, the way he doesn't truly just say, "I'm happy she's in my life" but rather observes the changes in the room because she's left things there. His egg is still cracking open and that's fun for me.

Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Not written, no. But once upon a time, I thought he would slowly leave all his clients for her. Something about that after a while though...didn't ring right. I didn't want her to have magic cure-all hole, you know? I just wanted him to simply fall for her because she sings to his heart, because he needs love in his life and she's so willing and patient with him. But I also don't believe that love means having to change. Sure, sex addiction isn't something you just accept and move on with (I'm treating it more like a positive hobby here, something he loves and he's good at but that is a big deal-breaker for relationships). But. This is a life that works for him. And I wanted to give him someone who filled in all his gaps and made him happy.

What did you learn from writing this fic?

I've learned that taking asks from people is huge fuel to the creativity fire. I mean, yes, this fic was built around asks, but also in general. Sometimes I don't really know where I'm going with a storyline and then someone will ask a genuine question about something seemingly innocuous and it's like a butterfly's wings that end up with a storm of writing. I know that is really basic, but I truly feel like I had that aha moment while writing Pats.

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ask writers about their fic

[eggs-can-draw]

we wanna know. tell us 📓

HOH Nelly the floodgates are bursting a little. Leaving it under the cut hahah

Ok so silly little what if where we pretend that danganronpa isn’t a mystery game where you can’t have easy to guess killers and that there has to be A Mystery To Solve.

Universe alteration, chapter 3 of sdr2 where instead of the motive being the despair disease, it’s a lot more. Straight to the point. The motive is that one of the students in the class has had all of their memories returned to them — for free! The class kinda descends into finger pointing, everyone accusing everyone of having their memories. The only person who really gets a pass from the general class consensus is Hajime, cause if he did have his memories back he’d definitely know what is talent was, right?

After a while things kinda calm down and while they don’t just let it go, they assume monokuma must’ve been messing with them to give them a false hope or something, and the real motive would pop up soon.

Then at breakfast, huh, Hajime isn’t feeling well. He was fine earlier that morning but at breakfast he suddenly started showing fever symptoms. Mikan offers to take care of him and helps him get back to his cottage, only for him to wake up in a room that’s VERY MUCH NOT HIS COTTAGE.

Yeah Mikan was the one who got her memories back but it was like. Gradual. Not all at once. So she kinda commandeered the hospital and in my head via like. Environmental storytelling and stuff you can just feel her slow descent into despair and nigh insanity.

Now that Hajime is both kinda helpless and very much strapped to a chair, Mikan monologues a bit about her current situation upstairs and how “wonderful” she remembers the outside world being.

Now smash cut to the left but maybe 30-15 minutes earlier! Fuyuhiko is struggling to integrate himself into the group, but he’s trying. Nanami has been trying her best to help him with that, and together they decided to go check on Hajime. Meeting Komaeda on their way there, the three find Hajime’s cottage door locked. Worrying something might have happened, fuyuhiko starts with knocking, then trying to pick the lock, but he gets impatient and just starts to break the door down. It works cause the door is shitty but “OH FUCK” HAJIME IS NOT THERE. the trio start brainstorming on what happened, realize who was with Hajime last, and have an “ooooh shit” moment and beeline for the hospital.

Cut back to the hospital! Right as Mikan is like. Evilly cackling and pulling out a chainsaw (do you see the vision. Cartoon evil.) BOOM!! The door busts open, Nanami, Fuyuhiko, and Komaeda on the other side!! There’s a bit of a tussle but they’re able to grab Hajime and beeline it for the exit (SOMEONE punches Mikan, very important detail) Hajime is on a crazy mix of anesthesia and laughing gas and is convinced he can smell colors but aside from that and a cut on his forehead, he’s ok. Mostly.

So yeah. There’s more but basically I listened to the dismemberment song one too many times and was infected with mikan and Hajime/kamukura worms :]

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

sry i love the idea of survivor bti rebecca so much cuz just imagine for a sec some drabble that starts off similar to a springtrap x reader fic like frighteningly intriguing or smthn but instead of romance its like “the fuck thats my dad” it would be so hilarious

Ohoho. Hoh. Y’all really just like my shit mashed together with other people’s universes huh? This definitely got me thinking though because @glitchysquidd’s notebook pages are quite compelling… After reading what I could of it to get an idea, this is going to be far from hilarious. It is going to be god awful, especially since poor Rebecca in this blurry fnaf timeline is still technically a minor. I hope the original creator of Frighteningly Intriguing does get a kick out of this though. Your stuff is a very fun read and I worked hard to make this even remotely comparable.

No read more because tumblr is glitching my text when I use it. Trigger warnings for autism meltdowns, flashbacks, trauma, and the obvious mentions of death. Let’s go…

It All Comes Back to Haunt You

“Ugh…”

A teenage girl groaned as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket again. Micheal would not leave her the hell alone. She had spoken with Tim and Samantha already. They seemed more excited about her “past experience” with the animatronics than anything else. Her brother was supposed to take the job, but after a horrible amount of hallucinations he got just entering the building, she volunteered. He was not happy about it, but Henry wouldn’t let him go back until he recovered.

She had one night to actually be able to do something besides sit at home and hope the rest of her loved ones didn’t die horribly. This was her chance to prove herself in a sense. The Afton name followed her even after witness protection tried to erase it from her records. Her classmates knew who her father was. Of course they did. There was a whole fanbase of people who idolized him. Others stuck to throwing cafeteria food at her and telling her she should’ve died by her father’s hand and joined the rest of them.

She couldn’t say she disagreed…

Looking over the note left for her, she wandered around the empty horror attraction, searching for the other employee she was meeting up with. A couple of her peers wanted to trick her into coming to this place on halloween to cause her to have flashbacks. She heard their plans while eating lunch one day. What’s weird is she didn’t feel like she was reliving past trauma at all. The animatronics she just stumbled upon, the old models… Those were her friends… Hell, one of them was her own brother. They saved her life that night…

The teen didn’t flinch when Freddy’s head moved a bit, dead eyes sparking in recognition. Instead she just mumbled awkwardly, “H-hi, Gabe… I uh… hope everyone’s been doing alright… I’ll come see you later, o-okay…?”

“Let us sleep…” A ghostly child’s voice grumbled tiredly.

“S-sorry, guys…”

She didn’t argue, slowly shutting the door and continuing her search, soon overhearing faint conversation. Rebecca felt Micheal blowing up her phone again, and finally looked.

“Is his workshop still there? Henry wants to know if you could snap some pictures of blueprints.”

That was a good question, and she just stumbled upon the answer. Why was it wide open? Maybe her employers found it? Yeah, she’d go with that. The room was like a time capsule, mesmerizing her in an encompassing nostalgia. She remembered playing in this room so much as a little girl… Her father used to sit right here with her on his lap and she’d scribble on his scrap paper—

No. No no no. No diving into the past. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a few pics and tried to leave. The familiar head of a yellow rabbit lying against the wall froze her solid. Maybe she had underestimated the amount of trauma this task would bring back… Oh God… Was that her brother’s picture, and the address written after the bite? Her heart was starting to hurt more than her head…

“Who’s there?!”

A voice made her jump, putting down papers she was sifting through. A slightly beat up figure approached.

“Listen, don’t make me call the police, kid—“

Rebecca handed over the note, noticing the other person squint tiredly.

“You’re the one they hired to shadow me? You’re a little young.”

She nodded, “I-I’m Rebecca. My uh… my brother couldn’t make it…”

“Fine…” Her new coworker didn’t seem too thrilled for some reason, “Come on. I guess you gotta meet Dave.”

“Dave?” Rebecca echoed in bewilderment, “I thought they said we were the only two employees he—“

“Dave’s not an employee. He’s kinda scary. Smells awful. Walking biohazard. Still, he’s pretty cool.”

What the fuck were they talking about? If this “Dave” wasn’t a staff member then— Did they mean an animatronic they named Dave for comedic effect?

Then she saw it. The head peeking from around the distant corner down the hall… The head of the other Spring Bonnie suit. The same one she watched springlock her father when she was six, while she was on the ground with a knife in her body. She froze, feeling her heart drop to her feet.

“W-what the hell is that?!”

“That’s Dave...” Her mysterious coworker shrugged, “No need to actually be scared of him. He’s…relatively harmless…”

Rebecca knew for a fact his name wasn’t Dave. Her dad was just as bad at coming up with fake names to hide his identity as Micheal was. God, if she ever made it home, Henry and Mikey would not be happy to hear William Afton was back. This poor innocent person had no idea who they were dealing with! What should she say? Could she say something?!

Nope… She was in full meltdown mode now, totally mute. The teen felt her mind leave the current moment and rewind back years in the past. Her mother had convinced her she made up her family outside of herself and Micheal… She didn’t even recognize William as her father until he forced her to look at the suit that jogged her memory. He held her and told her he loved her, before a sharp pain pierced her back. She recalled seeing the ghosts of the children and the puppet standing between them… Then the springlocks went off. His screams haunted her as she passed out.

After that… It was a long stay at the hospital, which made her remember the siblings she was told she made up all the more… Loads of therapy later, she was staying with Micheal and Henry trying to repair her life to some form of normalcy without her mother… The best thing her father did was set her free from her mother, but that was besides the point. All the while the traumatic experience became the talk of the world, it seemed. True crime podcasts, news reports, so many fans of the franchise trying to find her and ask her about her experiences…

This was all some spooky story to the rest of the world, and this hooky horror attraction all but proved it. It was all fun and games until your siblings died and your father comforted you as he stabbed you in the back both figuratively and literally. Of course…

When she finally grounded herself, she nearly lost all the air in her lungs as she realized he was now a foot away from her.

“Dave! Personal space! Can’t you see she’s freaked out?!” Her coworker was starting to get concerned.

The animatronic rabbit rolled his eyes, all but confirming to Rebecca this was definitely still her dad. He was the type to scoff at anyone giving him advice in such a situation. His dead eyes almost seemed concerned when he shifted his gaze to her. That terrified her further. The last time he looked concerned for her was when she got stabbed.

“Hey hey…” The other employee spoke slightly softer, “Dude all the color is gone from your face… Here, sit down… Try to breathe… I’m gonna grab you some water…”

WAIT.

NO.

DON’T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH—

Her phone was buzzing like crazy. She didn’t dare take it out. She couldn’t. Trying to breathe, she gasped and choked on air as “Dave” sat down next to her, far too casually. This was painful. Was he trying to give her cardiac arrest?!

He was totally silent, besides the sounds of his joints ticking and popping unnaturally with his movements. It occurred to her with the stench that his body was still in there, making her gag. Her attempts to catch her breath were the loudest sounds for a few moments. It was almost calm… until she felt a hand on her back.

She would have screamed if she had any voice to scream with. Instead, the teen stiffened at the feeling of his hand feeling over her shirt, clearly noticing the slight bump of the scar she had down her back from his own actions. His eyes almost lit up at that, whether in a positive or negative way she had no idea. It seemed he was surprised she didn’t pull away. It was because she couldn’t due to paralyzing terror.

“S-stop pretending already…” She stammered, “I-if you want to finish it… J-just—“

His ears drooped slightly, and he almost sighed…?

What was up with him?! He wouldn’t even say a single word to her after all of what he put her through?! Wait… Could he even talk?

Footsteps made Rebecca relax a bit as her coworker had returned with water. She grabbed their arm to be helped up, and eagerly created space between herself and the figure sitting next to her. She pulled out her phone and with trembling hands found herself not texting her brother or Henry for help. She just left them on read. As much as she wanted to believe her own father was safe, it could seal her doom like it did before. She knew not to underestimate him, but she didn’t want to be a coward…

She was also worried about this other person who had no idea what they were up against. This was no time to fear the results of her actions. This was potentially another life on the line. She typed on the notes app on her phone and showed it to her coworker.

“I can’t talk right now, but please listen to me. Dave isn’t his name. He’s lying.”

“What? How would you know his name? You just got here.” They scoffed, almost playfully, obviously not taking her seriously, “I think you’re still in shock, dude…”

She could feel her father’s eyes on her even without looking up from the screen. As much therapy as she went through and as much as she knew her father did terrible things, she couldn’t help but feel guilty for doing anything to harm him. It was still her father, after all… Is it bad she missed him? After remembering all the things her mother told her were her imagination filling in loneliness from her autism… Was it bad she wanted her whole family back?

She was jolted out of her feelings when Henry tried calling her, but she pressed decline. This happened about three more times with Micheal’s number within the next two minutes.

“Yeesh…” Her new acquaintance commented jokingly, “Family won’t get off your back, huh? I don’t miss being your age, that’s for sure. Nobody thinks you’re capable of anything.”

Finally, a text from Mikey sealed her fate for the night and any future nights.

“That’s it. I’m coming to get you.”

She spat out the water she sipped, confused at why she was upset Micheal was coming to save her… Well… Rebecca still felt like she didn’t deserve to be saved the first time, so… Maybe it was that with her dad still here, she was finally hoping for this nightmare to end how it should have back then? She should’ve died. That was all she ever heard from doctors and police and kids at school… Yet she continued on living… She couldn’t count how many times people who knew who she was related to expected her to “snap” just like her parents.

As much as she loved Micheal and Henry for supporting her, she felt like she dragged them down by not being able to hate her father’s guts like they did. She was so young when it happened. Her mind was so cloudy on whether he actually cared in those moments or not. It was so confusing… Her mother’s gaslighting made it difficult enough without finding out her father was real and a serial killer. Then there was the matter of how just before she was born this whole mess started…

What did she do wrong to make her happy family fall apart before her very eyes…? Should she have been born at all…? Was she the one to blame for all of this? Of course. Who else would it be…? All those kids who died… Her mother being killed while baking her birthday cake because she just had to go see the animatronics she was banned from seeing that day with Mr. Emily… This all wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been what he was after… It was all her fault. She knew it deep down, too…

“Shit… A-Are you crying…?” The voice of the adult beside her sounded worried, “Was it something I said— DAVE! YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPING!”

The rabbit stiffened at being screamed at, but still stood up and approached. Before anyone could stop him, he hugged this seemingly random teenager in a manner uncharacteristic to his entire personality.

“What the hell’s gotten into y—“

Rebecca’s eyes shot open wide, as she began shivering and losing strength in her feet. She was prepared for the pain of the knife…a springlock mechanism… something to impale her and leave her bleeding out on the grimy floors, like just another prop in this haunted house built around her trauma.

…Yet nothing came. No stabbing, no blood coughed out of her mouth... This wasn’t like before. This was…just a hug? A…real one? From him?! She finally looked up at the masked face, silently demanding some sort of answer behind the whirlwind of emotion she was trapped in. He didn’t say a word, looking down at her and daintily moving some hair out of her eyes. His hold on her was careful, but also possessive. He wanted to keep her close to him for as long as he could…

Eventually the third figure pried her out of the rabbit’s steel grip, much to his upset as he stomped his foot to make a loud thud echo down the hallway. Her phone vibrated. Rebecca knew her brother was waiting outside, and would rather not have him break in to see this. She slowly turned to the door, shaken and shocked by what had unfolded. She almost wanted to go back to hug him one last time. No way she would be allowed back once Micheal and Henry found out…

“My rides here… They want me to come home. My brother is gonna come instead. He just needed someone else to cover for one night…”

She showed the phone mainly to the other person, but her father did see what it said and nodded solemnly, much to her surprise.

Springtrap followed them to the doorway as much as he could without being seen, and watched as his more recently met friend sent off the teen, who ended up running straight to a hooded figure. Micheal was taking care of her at least… He could overhear the conversation.

“She had a panic attack or something when she saw one of the animatronics in the attraction.” The employee’s voice sounded confused, but also slightly dismissive, “Probably just a little spook.”

“Thanks for looking out for her.” Micheal replied, “Can I ask which one of them it was?”

“J-just Bonnie.” Rebecca piped up suddenly.

Wait. Did his daughter just cover for him… or was she scared of Micheal’s reaction to finding out he was still here…?

William felt like it was both, but that included the former, and that nearly melted his dead metal heart. God, of course she still cared about him. She was too young to actually have the capacity to hate him for what he’d done to her back then. She was the youngest child he ever attempted killing. This wasn’t supposed to end like this for her… It stung seeing her still impacted by it after all these years. This wasn’t supposed to be her fate.

He wished he had gotten the job done on the night of her sixth birthday, if only to spare her from this haunting her for the rest of her life.

After the pair of siblings left, the only words that came next were:

“Dave, what the flying fuck was that?”

[toyota12]

My Criticisms of Change Your Mind

These are the problems I had with this episode overall, though I will still attempt to add possible solutions whenever I can.

The Crystal Gems

One of the first things that annoyed me with the episode is the amount of involvement the Crystal Gems had in it. Because outside of each of them fusing with Steven (which I believe is more for fan service, if anything) and all of them fusing to form Obsidian, none of them seem to make any meaningful contributions to the final confrontation with White Diamond. Almost immediately after they enter White's ship with Steven, they're taken out of commission by White until the end of episode.

Also, this is problem I've noticed with the Crystal Gems, especially in the later seasons, they immediately get curbstomped by whatever gem threat they're facing, leaving Steven to be the one to have to deal with them, mostly without help. It gets to the point that even Spinel (a gem with no fighting experience whatsoever) can easily take all three of them out in the movie.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6fJp-hoH-s I mostly agree with this YouTube video that Steven is the only character who actually communicates and the other characters don't, though I instead believe there should have been ways to work around the first-person perspective, even if it involved characters making decisions off screen. One moment that sticks out to me after this is how the show treated Bismuth's bubbling in her titual episode and eventual release in Made of Honor. In Both episodes Bismuth's fate is left to Steven to decide and the Crystal Gems just accept it without questioning it or offering any input on the situation. Getting back to this episode, I believe it would've been better if the Crystal Gems were written out of it, at least until after White Diamond had been defeated, and have the Steven and co. enter White's ship another, either through being flown or leviatated to the top, by either Lapis or Peridot respectively. Since their goal is to simply talk to White Diamond and not to fight her, this would have been an effective way to enter the ship. Another option would have been to have them contribute more and showing White how gems changing outside their designated roles doesn't have to be a bad thing.

Also rest assured, that at this point, this isn't the only show's finale where I would make the criticism that characters should have been written out of episode until the end or simply contributed more to the story.

2. White Diamond's characterization and motives

One of the few times where I can actually agree with The Roundtable is the criticism of the way White is portrayed from her first appearance in Legs from Here to Homeworld to this episode. In the former episode, while still being slightly condescending, she has a more motherly and welcoming tone in her voice. Also, it seems as though she was going to portrayed as being oblivious to the harm she's causing others as she mostly welcomes Steven as Pink Diamond, back to Homeworld and sends him to her room, which seemed to give off this mindset of focusing on managing the empire and not processing anything that happened in the time Pink was gone. However, in Change Your Mind, she is even more condescending towards Steven (though she still refers to him as Pink) than the former episode, talking down to him by saying, "look what happened last time," and overall appearing more arrogant.

Also the revelation that White knew Pink was Rose Quartz makes her contribution to the corruption beam make no sense because why would she help blast the planet or even allowed something that like that all with Blue and Yellow if she knew? White claims to be perfect, she knows Pink isn't dead, and the End of an Era timeline shows that didn't take the rebellion seriously, but if that's the case why didn't she tell Blue and Yellow Pink was still out there, or was Rose. Why did she instead go through with the attack alongside the former two diamonds, even though it would ruin what Yellow describes as "perfectly adequate gems." Also wouldn't it have already poked holes to White in the idea the she's a perfect gem who puts logic before emotion (more on this later). If White actually thought Pink was alive and was coming back eventually, why would choose to hide in her ship, furthermore, why does she continue to do so even after she thinks Pink is back? One more thing to note is if she thought Steven was just Pink using a kid as a vessel, why didn't she think to remove the gem from him when she first saw him instead of doing so when she sees him again? Overall, I believe most of White's character in this episode seems to contradict what was setup about her in Legs. An idea to resolve this would be to build into this characterization in more subtle methods, as in having Blue and Yellow show more harsher methods of controlling Steven as Pink, which would actually be done in their attempt to keep "Pink" safe from White until she herself decides to take charge, which Legs also appeared to set up with them.

I believe an idea to solve most of White's decision process would be to make it that White actually knew she wasn't perfect and was trying to present the idea to everyone that she was, similar to how Blue and Yellow know they're not perfect, but still try to maintain the idea that they are. Also, I would have it that White did actually buy into the idea that Pink was shattered, but never wanted to accept that Pink was actually dead. Doing so would likely help most of her decisions make more sense as she's prioritizing the image of a perfect empire over actually helping others, which would play into themes of toxic perfectionism (skip to this timestamp for more insight on what I mean: 19:07) seen in the show. She would blast the planet alongside Yellow and Blue to maintain the image that they won't let the Crystal Gems' actions go unpunished and hide in her ship because she refuses to abandon the ideal she wants to show as she believes that would be a selfish decision to make. It may be reasonable to assume that White was just in denial about being perfect, but in the story, it's still left ambiguous about if she really was in denial or if she really was a lot more informed than the rest of the characters since she also knew what "acting like a child" and a mom meant when Blue and Yellow weren't familiar with Earth customs.

3. Part 4 of the episode (or at least, the beginning of it)

Before starting, I don't have any problems in the revelation that Steven is himself and not Pink, as that makes sense. One of the issues that I do have with this scene is that it is noted in End of an Era that the reason White is as controlling as she is towards Pink is because she knew she couldn't use her powers on Pink due to her shield. Also it's revealed in Future that Pink always had a destructive scream. If both of these are true then why is White taken aback by how powerful Gem Steven is than her, and why would still try to use her powers on him if she already knows it isn't going to work? It also makes her defeat come across as too as either easily done or contradictory as part of it has to do with how she isn't able to make Steven into the person that she wants, which she again, should've known she couldn't do so anyway. More on this point, how was Pink Diamond, and by extension Steven, somehow have able to have an entire arsenal of powers at their disposal while the other three Diamonds only seem to have one or two unique abilities, and how are they somehow stronger than the others as well despite being the smallest? One method of resolving this could be to have it be that Pink Diamond really was the weakest out of the Diamonds. That way when she gives birth to Steven and he discovers how to handle his powers, training with them makes him gain more control over them. That way when Gem Steven faces White, him being stronger than her would be due to how he's trained with them, it would also make White's surprise and outrage more sensible opposed to trying something she should already know is going to fail. Another option would be to put more emphasis on the idea that it's Steven's gem reforming as himself and not Pink, instead of including the rest of the scene to show that it's this, not White failing to control Gem Steven that breaks through to her.

[deafcruz]

Heart turned deaf at the tender age of 13 years it he went deaf right at the beginning of Covid-19’s The isolation started cause of COVID, Thailand's procedures were like, most non-US countries had lock downs it could have just been a matter of them intending to fully isolate him, just using COVID as an excuse to keep him cooped up once the pandemic was no longer regarded as a threat in Thailand. Heart's mother loves her son, she doesn't realize what she has done to him by keeping him isolated like this, and she don’t understands (until the fight with Heart and Li Ming) that writing notes and doing simple hand gestures is not good enough. she is (probably intentionally) truly unaware of how much pain Heart has been in for all these years Heart had to do his own research, search up videos, learn a new language and methods to communicate all the while being almost fully isolated, both mentally and physically. He watched videos from the deaf/hoh community to give himself hope that his life wasn't over, and that life did get better. He had to teach himself to hope that one could do anything in life despite being deaf.

Heart's parents have never made the efforts to even acknowledge heart's disability, never made the efforts to understand how to adapt to heart's new circumstances and not even try to reach out to the deaf community ever. They've left him alone to adapt to his new, frightening and totally unknown circumstances.

As we see in that pivotal confrontation scene, Heart's dad stands there doing absolutely nothing, apparently being totally confused as to what to do. For some reason, he thinks that leaving his own son (who just told them that he thinks they're ashamed of him) to wallow in his own room alone was the right thing to do.

He probably understands that his parents are overprotective of him because they're worried about him. Heart's mother said he couldn't drive because he was deaf due to can’t hear

As hearing folks, his parents probably think with how those who are deaf, they can’t hear anything, making them unable to survive something seriously dangerous.

Hearing folks think that if the person driving can't hear, how can one drive? They've grown up with hearing folks, who hear sirens and horns honking. They never have to think twice about how easier life is for them due to them being able to hear.

As we see in that pivotal confrontation scene, Heart's dad stands there doing absolutely nothing, apparently being totally confused as to what to do. For some reason, he thinks that leaving his own son (who just told them that he thinks they're ashamed of him) to wallow in his own room alone was the right thing to do.

Heart didn't actually expect Li Ming to like him out of anything more than pity, kind of like li ming feeling sorry for him. He was grateful that Li Ming took him outside to see various places.

It wasn't until Li Ming took Heart to the church to let him meet more members of the deaf/hoh community and learn about the lives of deaf/hoh people for himself did he get that Li Ming was serious about his friendship with Heart and appreciated Heart as just another normal person.

As we saw in the episode, Li Ming saw Heart's curious and innocent nature and felt protective over him and ask him about his dreams for the future, treating him just like any other teen friend. Heart saw Li ming's efforts to learn more about the deaf such as requiring physical touch to attract attention before signing or speaking or that the fact the deaf don't like the term mute someone who can't speak it would refer to heart not being silent, but speaking out in his own language and since the mother doesn't know it assumes he's mute, something which li ming shows her is untrue. This, when compared to the total lack of efforts made by his own parents over the last 3 years of his deafness made Heart feel immensely angry and hurt. The look on Heart's face when he realised that his mother was unable to sign even a simple sorry at him was powerful in its visible sheer disappointment and heartbreak.

Heart's mother felt immense sadness at the realisation that she is unable to understand her son at all while a stranger can. they did not see how bottled up Heart felt at being trapped inside his own house for the last 3 years, unable to even communicate with his parents because of them never making the effort to even meet him a part of the way in an effort to communicate with him.

Even after realising the hurt she caused her son, Heart's mother calling out to Heart desperately just showed her inability and unwillingness to meet Heart half way due to her ignorance.

coming to another participant in this whole scene, an unwilling one though he may have been, Jim, Li ming's uncle. Both Jim and Heart's parents are a representation of the generational gap and how differently the two generations are willing to adjust to change.

Jim, like Heart's parents thought that it was better for the deaf child to be kept inside, safe from harm because of Heart's inability to hear. Jim is afraid to challenge the status quo, willing to take the blame so as to not rock the boat (do something that disturbing on existing situations) Jim wanted li Ming take blame and stop arguments with Heart parents he considered them powerful members of society

This is in total contrast to Li Ming, who, within months of meeting Heart, did his research and learned enough to actively communicate with Heart, whom he considered his friend, on Heart's terms,His efforts gave Heart enough confidence to speak up to his parents, on his terms, using the language that he learn myself , confident in the knowledge that person in the room can understand him. He being voice heart through heard him made them realise just how badly he had been hurt by them, and how poorly they treated him the last 3 years and make them realise their wrongs. All of this because of the fact that Li Ming was willing to be the interpreter for him and his thoughts.

After this confrontation, we see Heart breaking down, and finding the comfort and acceptance he so desperately needs in Li Ming's arms, the one person who was willing to listen to him.

[mermaid--bride]

Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Kazemi Maniac Route [Maniac 6]

--Scene starts at the school’s changing room

*footsteps*

Yuma: Oi. Are ya the Karigi asshole everyone keeps talkin' about?

Goki: If you mean Karigi Goki, yes, that would be me.

Aren't you one of the guys who's always around with Kazemi-chan?

Yuma: Heh. Ya got a good eye.

I wanna know what yer up to.

Goki: Hoh?

Yuma: Ever since ya arrived the girl's acting weird... more than normal.

What is yer beef with'er? Spit it!

Goki: I don't like the way you're speaking to me.

Yuma: Tch! Then let me change the language for ya.

*thud*

Goki: ...!!

Yuma: Heh, ya look good against the wall like that.

Now the smart mouth and answer the question!

Goki: Ok, ok! Just put me down and I'll tell you everything!

Yuma: Too late, moron! Now yer speaking like this or I'll be crushin yer chest!

Goki: Fine!

... Me and Kazemi were friends as kids. At the time I didn't know what she was or what her intentions were.

That is until a man came to our village and told us about the creatures of the ocean. He let us know one of those mermaids lived in that house with another monster... a vampire.

--Flashback

Villager1: You're saying these monsters have been living here this whole time and we didn't even know!?

Villager2: Th-That's... what of they get one of the kids!?

Villager1: We can't let that happen!

Villager3: What are we gonna do then!?

Villager1: We wait until one of the monsters is away. The vampire. And then we take the mermaid and her child down by setting setting fire to the place!

Villager2: Yeah!

Villager3: Perfect! Let's prepare ourselves then!

Things like that don't go down easily!

--End of flashback

Yuma: ...!

Goki: They set fire to the house two days after.

The mermaid died in the fire, but the vampire came back in time to save the child.

Though we all thought they had left or died, since no one could find them after. That is until Kazemi showed up in the village two years later.

Yuma: ... ...

Goki: ... Heh.

Yuma: Haah?

*slash*

Yuma: Ugh!!

What the f-

Goki: Hahaha, did you really think I would come to a school full of vampires without at least a silver knife on me?

How stupid... I haven't been training with hunters all these years for nothing, you know?

Yuma: ...!?

*school bell rings*

Goki: Oh well. Guess I gotta go to class now.

Good luck with that cut on your chest. Hahaha!

--Goki leaves

Yuma: Kch... Bastard...

Haah...!

*Thud*

--End of maniac 6

[omniblades-and-stars]

Goal Accomplished

A quick prompt fill for a Shrimp Skwad Tiny Scene Sunday. The words were: burning, veil, luck, and sober. (I wrote this in like 10 minutes and spent zero time editing. Not Mass Effect!)

The circle was … less than perfect, but it wasn't like that mattered overmuch. Valethen set one bottle after another, creating the boundary of a circle large enough to encompass what little spare room there was in the lower courtyard in Skyhold. She held two bottles, one in each hand, and set one down, effectively closing her ritual circle of decanters, carafes, a dizzying array of wine bottles, and one lonely jam jar. She smiled and stumbled backwards away from the edges of her wobbling circle and took a swig from the container in her hand. The foul liquor inside, whiskey she thought, taunted her by burning its way down her throat. Valethen grimaced and looked at the bottle before shrugging and hefting it directly into the center of her circle, where it shattered with a wet crunch. “What in the blazes are you doing, Val?” Dorian asked with that characteristic cheerful lilt of his as he descended the rough ramp leading down to her little project. Just her luck that she'd have such a talkative audience to her drunken shenanigans. She silenced the already weakened voice of reason inside of her that said that she was the one setting up this ridiculous little affair right in one of the busiest areas of Skyhold. “Would you believe target practice?” “Perhaps if you were sober and if you had not constructed such a ridiculously large target. I hesitate to wonder just how many of these bottles were not empty when you started, my dear.” Dorian leaned against the fortress wall, crossing his arms casually all the while offering Val a quizzically arched brow. Val located her staff, a simple thing, little more than a sturdy oaken branch and looked back towards her circle. “Fewer than my lack of sobriety might suggest. I find liquor repugnant, though I must say, being inebriated is more amusing than I had hoped.” “Oh-hoh, you are going to regret this in the morning, Val. Do go on.” Val pushed up the sleeves of her tunic, awkwardly holding her staff in the crook of her elbow. “I wanted to see if I could smash all of these bottles together at once,” she explained as she shook out her arms and took a ready casting stance. Dorian pushed himself off of the wall strolling easily behind Valethen, “And you wish to do this because you've never been any fun in your entire life, and you wanted to give it a try? Or is it because a bottle insulted your mother?” “If you do not watch yourself, Pavus, I'll put you at the center.” Without warning, Valethen raised her arms, focusing on the shattered glass at the center of her circle. Verdant energy bubbled up from where the liquor had seeped into the ground, the Veil twisting into a small vortex at the epicenter. She slammed the staff down into the ground and all at once, the bottles around the edge lit up with near blinding light and were yanked toward the middle, slamming into each other in a crescendo of breaking glass. Just as soon as it began it was over. The light blinked out, leaving a pile of broken glassware in a heap. Dorian laughed, clapping his hands, “Marvelous, my dear. I hope you don't expect me to assist with the clean up.” “I did not expect anything from anyone. I just wanted to break something,” she answered. “I daresay, goal accomplished.”

[strxnged]

GENSHIN : # a visit to the library.

☆ scenarios, platonic or romantic fluff. (romanticism not implied.)

☆ ft. kaeya, alhaitham, & thoma.

☆ overview: o-ho-hoh, a visit to the libary? as you wish.

"The only thing that you absolutely have to know is the location of the library." —Albert Einstein 

.*☆ KAEYA

Lisa greeted the both of you with an easy smile as you wandered into the Favonius Library. You followed close behind the Calvary Captain, unsure where to go first. It wasn’t your most visited spot in Mondstadt; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been further than the doorway, and you hadn’t been especially motivated to visit by the horror stories you’d heard of the librarian’s… methods… when borrowed books were overdue. You could barely make eye contact with the damsel in purple, her green eyes boring into you.

Kaeya chuckled quietly. “Relax,” he said, taking your hand in his own gentle one and leading you to the balcony overlooking the lower level of the library.

You made a face of impressed approval. The room was tidy, books pushed into the shelves evenly all around. Light streamed in from the north windows, and between them hung three extravagant red banners with the Knights’ faction crest upon the center one. 

“It’s something, isn’t it?” Kaeya said, uncovered eye smiling at your reaction. He whispered the next part, obviously aware of Lisa’s eyes on both of you. “You can’t blame her for taking such good care, can you?”

As you shook your head, you dared a peek at the librarian’s desk. She was still smiling, though now focused on the papers in front of her.

“Come on, let’s get down there. Libraries aren’t just for ogling at, after all.”

You and Kaeya rounded to the stairs, taking a left immediately after them. “Look, here’s the painting I wanted to show you.” He pointed into a slight alcove under the stairs, in which the wall boasted a large, faded-looking painting of a familiar mountain.

“Dragonspine,” you said with wide eyes.

“Oh, yes. Doesn’t it make you want to go off on an adventure?”

You nodded, gazing at the stroke patterns. It was really a beautiful painting, it drew you right in. You shivered, imagining the snowy peaks.

“Don’t go catching a cold from a painting,” he warned you lightly. “There’s more, come on.”

You followed him past the elegant shelves along the wall, and stopped at the last section. He smiled at the books and you followed his eyes to see a small group of books… Myths of Snow, Dragonspine Diaries, and Legends and Myths of the Icy Mountain.

He took the last one off the shelf and handed to you. “Have a look,” he said, and winked (a little awkwardly, he really shouldn’t have thought himself so smooth since he only had one eye visible). As you took it from him, he assumed a leaning position against the wall, watching you expectantly.

You opened the book and flipped through the first few pages. It was vibrant in curly writing and blazingly white illustrations. You did not read it, but continued to turn the pages, admiring the pictures. On the seventh or eighth page, something fell out of the book and fluttered to the floor.

Carefully closing the book, you leaned over and picked up the item, which you realized was an envelope. You gave Kaeya a questioning look.  He grinned, amiably raising a finger to his curled lips.

You broke open the envelope, noticing it had your name on the smooth side and Kaeya’s seal on the flap.  Inside, a simple piece of parchment read “Your next clue is in the duology on the first Knight. The volume describes her restrained by a tyrant. Best of luck!”

Kaeya began to chuckle, perhaps because of the confused expression you had adopted. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” he said, giving you a casual salute. “I have matters to attend to this evening, I’m afraid, so our visit must be disjointed. If you have any questions, I’m sure Lisa will be happy to help… but if you have any intention of completing the puzzle, don’t tell her what it’s about.”

.*☆ ALHAITHAM

“That is a terrible idea,” Alhaitham sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes.

“How come? Who will it hurt? You’re allowed in, right?”

“Just to get into the Restricted Repository, I would have to fill out a ton of security forms. Not to mention coming up with a valid reason, of which there are few.”

“Knowledge shouldn’t be locked behind a door.”

Alhaitham glanced around, lowering his voice. “I know how you feel about that. I understand it. But I’m not Acting Grand Sage just to change rules without proper consideration.”

“Consider this, Al. What if we sneak in?”

Alhaitham’s face remained neutral but his tone gave him away. “What do you mean, sneak in?”

You gave him a mischievous smile. “Well…” You paused dramatically. “My friend from Academic Discpline has a—”

He flicked you on the forehead and you stopped talking. With a reluctant inhale, he shook his head, as if disappointed in both you and himself. “Fine. I need information on redacted ancient histories to prevent harmful misinformation within the Akademiya, and you are my assistant. Keep your mouth shut until we’re inside.” He eyed you. “Or, until we’re done in there, actually.”

You grinned. He was too easy. “So… Will they let me check books out?”

“No.”

“Damnit.”

.*☆ THOMA

The second you heard a public library had opened in Inazuma city, you made a trip to Ritou and pleaded with Thoma to clear his next few hours to come along and check it out. He was hesitant at first, clearly stressed with all that was on his plate. You reminded him of his promise that he would make time for you, and at that, he smiled and nodded and said, “Well, you’re right. I guess my duties can wait until this evening.”

That’s how you ended up here at the freshly furnished small library on the outskirts of the city, enjoying the still-vibrant shelves and innovative codification, with Thoma… at the desk at the front, chatting away with the owner.

A little bothered by his choice of priority, you sauntered to the front with a few books in hand, giving him a look. He did not notice this look for some time, as he was in the middle of saying something…

“Sure, I can get in touch with my acquaintances in the Tenryou Comission to make this all easier on you. It’s never easy opening a business in Inazuma City nowadays, especially…” You finally managed to catch his attention. “Ah, Y/N. We were just discussing the complications that opening the business has been on this poor owner’s heart.”

The man at the desk smiled at you. You returned the sentiment and placed your findings on the desk, about to ask how you were to check them out when Thoma started talking again.

“I’m sure this sort of non-profit installation was difficult to start up, huh?”

“Oh, yes,” the man replied, shaking his head, “I couldn’t believe the amount of officials I had to talk to about tax funding… locals I had to sway on its societal use… It’s a new concept to this nation, no doubt.”

Thoma laughed. “Yes, I do wonder what convinced you to open a public—”

“Thoma.”

He looked at you again, startled by your interruption.

“Aren’t you going to look around? And relax? Maybe take out a few books?”

“No, no, no,” he said with a smile, shaking his head. “Not just yet. I’m afraid I’ll be quite busy helping Mr. Owner straighten out his situation for awhile, I won’t have time for reading.”

“Always the helper, you are.”

“But hey!” He tilted his face. “You can recommend some you like, and I’ll stop by another time and read them. Or—or better yet! You can read one of them to me while I work at the Estate!”

You sighed and offered him a nod. “Alright.” Then, with a violent jerk of you elbow, you struck him in the ribs. He gasped in pain.

“But you gotta learn to relax a little, okay?”

.*☆ author's note : ASHASPIUAPW THANKS FOR READING!!!! i love each of them a LOT and i loved writing these lil scenarios. if you liked reading it, a reblog would be WONDERFUL of you. and if you're into genshin content that's more on the platonic side, consider hitting up my follow button. i post fics once a month on average (～o￣3￣)～

[bathroom-sand]

Bathroom-Sand’s BB Takeover

Week One — Episode Two

cast: @cantstand-bb @maxdoesbb @charlchen-moonves @artsy-man-today @captain--steve--rogers @stanningbb @julieeexcheeen @bitterjurorssavetheday @paras-atashnak @skyhawkstragedy @davonnesveto @flopbb24 @cirie-sandra-michaela @transpokenerd @marcdjr00

Welcome back ya’ll! Previously at Big Brother High, bitterjurorssavetheday won the first HOH of the season and was forced to make a nomination on the spot. She nominated davonnesveto for eviction.

Skyhawkstragedy elected to grab the hall pass, granting him three weeks of immunity in the game. In doing so, he triggered a new school policy that brought in 4 new houseguests, flopbb24, cirie-sandra-michaela, transpokenerd, and marcdjr00!

These houseguests then competed in a competition where the winner was granted immunity and last place landed themselves on the block. marcdjr00 won immunity for the week and flopbb24 landed themselves on the block.

AND in the last minute, maxdoesbb revealed he had an identical twin in the house, stanningbb, who will now chance spots with her twin.

— House Update —

The very first night in the house, the houseguests all agree to do a “house alliance” where they will all play nicely. They decide to draw sticks to decide who is nominated each week. They dub my season “the season of friendship!” (🤢)

Bitterjurorssavetheday is forced to nominate 3 people as have nots for the week. The room remains silent until a few hands awkwardly raise themselves: transpokenerd, charlchen-moonves, and stanningbb. Bitterjurorssavetheday thanks them and promises none of them will be nominated this week due to their helpfulness!

— DR Update from the Nominees —

It appears that both nominees aren’t exactly happy being nominated. How strange! How will being nominated affect their gameplay? Let’s see

— Alliance Updates —

✨ New Alliance ✨

After the house alliance breaks for the evening a few events transpire…

charlchen-moonves pulls stanningbb to the side and apologizes for winning Rock Paper Scissors. Confused, stanningbb says that’s okay. The two decide to make a final two alliance amongst themselves called “rock beats paper”. Stanningbb accidentally calls the alliance “an alliance of three”.

charlchen-moonves is confused and stanningbb laughs it off before leaving the room. charlchen-moonves seems undeterred in the alliance.

charlchen-moonves is very loyal to this alliance. Despite some curiosities about why “maxdoesbb” said this was a three person alliance, these remain the closest ties in the house

Stanningbb is fairly loyal to the alliance, in spite of the warning that maxdoesbb gave them. She likes charlchen-moonves and plans on taking this far

Maxdoesbb is not happy with the update. He tells stanningbb that this was the only person he asked stanningbb to look out for. Maxdoesbb decides to “keep my friends close, enemies close.” He also questions the alliance name, saying it doesn’t make sense.

The Transfer Students

flopbb24 originally intended to lay low but his plan failed when his comp strengths (or lack thereof) landed him on the block. He meets with The Transfer Students to discuss his nomination. Transpokenerd, cirie-sandra-michaela, and marcdjr00 all agree to not vote flopbb24 out. Marcdjr00 promises to use the veto on flopbb24 if he is in the veto. Transpokenerd and cirie-sandra-michaela admit that if the competition isn’t mental they’ll probably lose and ask flopbb24 to not select them for the veto comp. Their initial bond remains strong as they discuss tactics to make davonnesveto come across as a threat to everyone else's game.

flopbb24 is relying on this alliance to help get him off the block, chiefly marcdjr00 who did really well in his first comp. He feels confident in the alliance.

Transpokenerd doesn’t say it, but she kinda hopes flopbb24 stays on the block for the rest of the week. She would much rather not risk going on the block. She is the least loyal to this alliance and wants to branch out

Cirie-sandra-michaela realizes that this alliance is physically weak and is considering bringing in other, more physical, members to the alliance. After nearly being nominated, he doesn’t want to feel like that again. Despite this feeling, he is very loyal and doesn’t want to stay from his word to the alliance members

Marcdjr00 is very excited to be here. He has immunity for the week so whatever happens now matters less to him. He gets attached easily but doesn’t want to make any high profile plays. The alliance is asking him to be a comp beast but he’d much rather lay low.

✨ New Alliance ✨

Davonnesveto decides she needs to make friends. She begins having a conversation with skyhawkstragedy, Julieeexcheeen, and paras-atashnak. She reveals to them that she’s aware of two alliances (not exactly true). She says that the new houseguests were talking as if they were in an alliance together, and mentions that the first group of houseguests looked close as well. She proposes that they also ban together. Julieeexcheeen says they need to include bitterjurorssavetheday in this alliance if they’re doing it. Davonnesveto reluctantly agrees to the proposal but doesn’t seem very excited about it. Julieeexcheeen then retrieves bitterjurorssavetheday.

Davonnesveto talks to Bitterjurorssavetheday and the two appear to squash the beef. They agree it’s best if the house didnt realize they were aligned. They also agree that davonnesveto being on the block during bitterjurorssavetheday’s HOH hides the alliance. They brainstorm names and come up with three options:

Good Luck Charm

Trojan Horse

Secret Alliance

They go with Trojan Horse.

Skyhawkstragedy goes along with the alliance but doesn’t appear as invested as the others, he is currently closest with Paras-atashnak. They agree that this shouldn’t be their main alliance but also agree that aligning with the current HOH is good for their game. They strike a final 2.

Bitterjurorssavetheday is excited to be offered an alliance since it will help her ensure her own safety next week!

Davonnesveto has no intention on honoring her alliance to bitterjurorssavetheday. The rest and is relatively fine with.

Julieeexcheeen is the most loyal to the alliance, having grabbed in the additional member. She doesn’t want to get involved with people already masking alliances with others.

Skyhawkstragedy is interested in different horizons but will honor the alliance until it no longer suits him.

Paras-atashnak is not a fan of it at all but is silently nodding his head along to every plan. He won’t be vocally against it but will not take the alliance into account if he falls into power.

✨New Alliance ✨

After connecting really well the first day, cantstand-bb, artsy-man-today, and captainsteverogers continue to hang out. They spent hours the first few days playing card games together, which eventually becomes game talk. Artsy-man-today decides to bring up that they should probably make what they’re doing an official. The rest agree to an alliance and then agree the alliance should stay lowkey. They discuss forming over friendships and bringing information back together. None of them plan on making any waves but instead plan on creating subtle chaos so they can all continue coasting.

They also agree they should name the alliance after their card games. They don’t agree on a name and decide that whoever wins the next round of blackjack will get to decide the official name. Captainsteverogers wins the round and names them Poker Face.

Cantstand-bb plans on being loyal to the information center that Poker Face provides! Cantstand-bb’s game plan of sharing information as an “anonymous source” works well with the alliance

Artsy-man-today enjoys that the alliance provides them with an easy way to float through the game. It’s a fairly non active alliance with no immediate plans to win competitions when it doesn’t need to. This works well with their big brother strategy.

Captainsteverogers also benefits from this, given that her strategy is to be super social with a lot of people in order to get on everyone’s good side. The core plan of Poker Face continues to align with her big brother intentions.

—DR UPDATES —

There’s a lot of anxiety from everyone but maxdoesbb. Probably because he only has to spend half the time in the house while his twin spends the other half in the game. With the intensity of the recent comps, houseguests are left to ponder whether being physical will matter more this season than ever before.

Truthfully, maybe. Because seeing how every person left their comp skills as a bunch of 2s and 1s made me want to watch a bunch of nerds do their best! Some may call this sadistic, and that’s a label I’m willing to accept.

While meeting in the DR. Twins maxdoesbb and stanningbb are giddy over fooling the houseguests for the first few days. Stanningbb says nobody suspected that she wasn’t maxdoesbb! When she reveals the alliance with charlchen-moonves maxdoesbb gets annoyed but reluctantly agrees.

— Veto Competition —

The houseguests are called to draw names for the veto competition. Currently playing are bitterjurorssavetheday, davonnesveto, and flopbb24!

Bitterjurorssavetheday draws Julieeexcheeen to play in the veto competition! A member of bitterjurorssavetheday and davonnesveto’s alliance!

Davonnesveto draws transpokenerd! A member of flopbb24’s alliance. Transpokenerd didn’t want flopbb24 off the block but may enjoy winning the veto to secure her safety!

Flopbb24 draws the final contestant… captainsteverogers. Captainsteverogers is a wildcard for this competition and currently doesn’t want to draw attention to herself.

Flopbb24 approached captainsteverogers after the drawing process and asks captainsteverogers to use the veto on him. She asks flopbb24 to provide him useful information and she’ll consider using the veto on him, depending on the information. Flopbb24 agrees to share all known information if captainsteverogers wins, but admits that telling her everything now isn’t good for his game.

Bitterjurorssavetheday selects charlchen-moonves to be the veto host!

— GAME TIME —

The houseguests arrive to the back yard for a mental competition based around memory and beakers. This is the only type of competition most of the houseguests are decent at! This should make this competitive!

Without intending to fight hard, Captainsteverogers is a natural at the competition and wins the power of veto without realizing it. She was the houseguest with the least skin in the game and the only member to not be in an alliance related to the nominees or HOH.

Captainsteverogers spends the evening having one on one meetings with the HOH and each nominee to discuss whether she should use the veto, and if so then on who!

Captainsteverogers and Flopbb24 meet first. Flopbb24 reminds her that he was the first person to approach her and that he already wanted her allegiance before the veto competition. Captainsteverogers asks if he remembers their deal and Flopbb24 exposes the Transfer Students.

Captainsteverogers and bitterjurorssavetheday meet second. Bitterjurorssavetheday asks that captainsteverogers not use the veto and put her in an awkward spot. She admits she has no idea who else she would put up. Captainsteverogers asks who bitterjurorssavetheday wants to go home and bitterjurorssavetheday replies that ideally flopbb24 will be evicted.

Lastly, davonnesveto and captainsteverogers have their meeting. Captainsteverogers says she may use the veto if davonnesveto can share compelling information on the house. Davonnesveto immediately outs Trojan Horse and it’s members, including bitterjurorssavetheday.

Captainsteverogers leaves the meeting pissed that bitterjurorssavetheday offered no information, especially considering the information davonnesveto shared.

— SOCIAL UPDATES —

Trojan Horse meets up to discuss the outcome of the veto ceremony. Davonnesveto reveals that captainsteverogers was upset with bitterjurorssavetheday but fails to reveal the reason behind it. Bitterjurorssavetheday is now worried the veto will be used and she will have to make a new nom. Together, the alliance comes up with an alternative solution. Paras-atashnak comes up with the idea that bitterjurorssavetheday should threaten to put up someone captainsteverogers is close to, since captainsteverogers is not currently close to anyone in the game. Skyhawkstragedy backs up this theory and offers to look into people captainsteverogers is close to. Julieeexcheeen finds this to be a stressful conversation and davonnesveto brings up that she actually wants the veto to be used because she is on the block. The room falls silent….

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Flopbb24 comes to The Transfer Students and admits he thinks captainsteverogers might use the veto on him. His alliance appears happy for him. In the DR, some members of the alliance are more supportive than other members. They then realize they have no idea who bitterjurorssavetheday will put on the block. Transpokenerd volunteers to talk to bitterjurorssavetheday and to give her a nominee suggestion if flopbb24 is taken down. cirie-sandra-michaela suggests to that Transpokenerd suggests that maxdoesbb is the replacement nominee.

Marcdjr00 comes up with an alternative idea, reminding them that they need to start thinking about the few players who are physically skilled at competitions. He says that artsy-man-today would be a really good target. The group agrees.

— MINI DR UPDATE —

Cirie-sandra-michaela admits that maxdoesbb has been acting very hot and cold with the house and Marcdjr00 reminds them all that it’s the first few days and everything is bound to be a little strange. They don’t know if this is normal for maxdoesbb or not.

Davonnesveto overhears the tail end of the conversation and decides to let it be known she was evesdropping. The houseguests are a little annoyed until davonnesveto revealed everything about Trojan Horse and the plan for flopbb24 to go home. She says she doesn’t like her alliance because they don’t care about whether or not she’s on the block. Davonnesveto is allowed as a probationary member of the alliance if she can continue to give useful information. Davonnesveto then adds that if flopbb24 is removed then bitterjurorssavetheday will nominate one of captainsteverogers friends.

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Minor Updates with Bitterjurorssavetheday

Transpokenerd suggests that maxdoesbb is the renom

Charlchen-moonves (unaware of Transpokenerd) suggests that maxdoesbb is not a renom.

Julieeexcheeen reports that captainsteverogers, artsy-man-today, and cantstand-bb may be in an alliance since they’re always playing cards

Stanningbb suggests an alliance to bitterjurorssavetheday’s between them and charlchen-moonves. Bitterjurorssavetheday seems tempted but says there’s no promises just yet

Captainsteverogers and bitterjurorssavetheday talk. Bitterjurorssavetheday says she’ll put up captainsteverogers ally if she uses the veto.

Skyhawkstragedy tells bitterjurorssavetheday that davonnesveto has been really chummy with flopbb24. Bitterjurorssavetheday reminds skyhawkstragedy that it’s not like she can nominate them since they’re both already on the block

Cantstand-bb says she heard an argument between Transpokenerd and cirie-sandra-michaela regarding an alliance. Bitterjurorssavetheday starts to question if it’s true.

Bitterjurorssavetheday sees maxdoesbb and tries to talk to him about “their” earlier conversation. Stanningbb failed to mention it to maxdoesbb who is confused about it. Bitterjurorssavetheday leaves, annoyed that maxdoesbb didn’t remember.

Paras-atashnak reports to bitterjurorssavetheday that he has noticed: davonnesveto, flopbb24, cirie-sandra-michaela, Transpokenerd, and marcdjr00 being very close recently. Bitterjurorssavetheday is angry but calms herself down.

— The Veto Ceremony —

The houseguests come together and wait for the veto ceremony to begin. Captainsteverogers decides to give a little speech. Captainsteverogers says

Before the veto competition, only one houseguest decided to come up and speak to me to ask what I would do if I won. I told him that if I won I would consider using it on him. Im thankful to all those who kindly interacted with me during this time and gave me their input. If you weren’t friendly, well you know why I didn’t listen to you. With that being said, I am choosing to using the Veto on Flopbb24.

Flopbb24 gives captainsteverogers a hug and thanks her for using the veto on him. He gladly takes his seat on the couch, glad to be off the block. Bitterjurorssavetheday slinks down onto the couch, not wanting to nominate someone but eventually gets up.

Bitterjurorssavetheday glanced at captainsteverogers and frowns. Bitterjurorssavetheday begins her speech…

When captainsteverogers won the veto I asked her not to use it. She did. And I told her if she used it then I would put up her closest ally. But between then and there I have had a lot of information thrown my way about snakes in the grass. If I could nominate davonnesveto again I would, but I can’t. Instead I will target someone she betrayed me for. This person has been hanging around davonnesveto for the past few days. For this reason I choose to nominate marcdjr00 for eviction.

There is a pause.

Unfortunately bitterjurorssavetheday, marcdjr00 won immunity for the week. Please make a different nominee. Oh and for the record, skyhawkstragedy was also granted immunity.

An awkward silence befalls the group as bitterjurorssavetheday collects her thoughts. Marcdjr00 looks shellshocked.

Sorry marcdjr00. Just kidding about that nomination thing. Moving on, this person is known to be working with davonnesveto, hid this fact, and came to me trying to make friends. What they should’ve done was warn me about the snack they knew was in my garden. For that reason, transpokenerd, you are my final nominee. This veto meeting is now adjourned.

— MAJOR HOUSE UPDATE —

[arvandus]

So hopefully I got in on time! Btw, I’ve been absolutely loving your HC’s, the stutter one was friggin adorable! I love soft Dabi, there’s not much of him out there in stories 😢

Anyway! I was wondering if you could do HC’s with Dabi for someone who may be deaf or just hard of hearing? Ifff your comfortable, I would love to see what he would do for a male s/o (or platonic friend/league member, etc, whichever you choose!) If you don’t want to do this it’s completely fine and you can switch it to ambiguous/female (I don’t know if you have ever done men before haha!)

Hello! I’m so flattered for this ask because you’re trusting me to portray something that’s personal to you and outside of my own experience. I can absolutely do this with a Male Reader (my first one!).

I’m not sure what type or level of hearing loss you had in mind, so I did my best with this and went with an acquired hearing loss that’s moderate-to-severe. Also, I wrote Reader as someone who wears hearing aids. I hope that’s all right, since that’s typically the case for those with more severe hearing loss (otherwise communication is really difficult to do, since I don’t suspect Dabi would know sign language). Also, I got a couple of cute ideas that I really wanted to fit into this that follow more of a friends-to-lovers sort of vibe rather than established relationship. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


Headcanons for Dabi x M!Reader who’s Deaf/Hard of Hearing (HOH)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1240

💙 When you first join the LOV, Dabi will be skeptical at first, as he is with all things. How could someone with a hearing loss really be of any value to the league? He can’t help but wonder what skills you’re bringing to the table to that convinced Shigaraki to allow you to join.

💙 Dabi doesn’t interact with you right away... he prefers to observe. Part of it is that he doesn’t care for attachments, even amongst his comrades. Another is that he doesn’t expect you to last very long in the League. If he does interact, it’ll be through snarky quips and insults. After all, he loves getting under other people’s skin... it makes him feel like has an advantage.

💙 So, it goes without saying that Dabi will be a hard nut to crack at first. He’ll definitely have some crappy preconceived notions about people with hearing loss that he’ll get to face as he’s forced to get to know you.

💙 For example, he learns super fast that your hearing has little to do with your intelligence. You’re fucking smart and more than capable of handling yourself, much to his surprise. You quickly become an important member of the team, and even Dabi can’t really argue your value. It only makes his interest in you grow, his skepticism giving way to curiosity.

💙 Another thing he learns about you... you value your independence and hate when others coddle or dote on you due to your hearing loss. The first time Toga had tried to treat you as something fragile (granted she was trying to be nice), you’d quickly put her in her place. Dabi couldn’t help but grin at that exchange...

💙 The great thing about Dabi sitting back and observing everyone else most of the time is that he gets to learn by proxy how to interact with you.

💙 Don’t mumble or talk too fast. Don’t look away when talking to you. Talk more clearly, and slower, but for God’s sake, don’t treat you like you’re dumb. You’re hard of hearing, not stupid.

💙 Even with all of that taken into consideration though, he’ll notice that while you seem to do fine in one-on-one exchanges in quiet environment, you’ll withdraw more in group gatherings. Is the chattering of multiple voices too much? Is the noise overwhelming? Even he can’t always tolerate the prattling of the social butterflies of the group, so he wouldn’t blame you if it got under your skin too.

💙 His interest will finally be piqued when he watches you retreat during a rather boisterously loud game night amongst the League. He’ll follow quietly behind you, watching as you pass your own room in favor of the stairwell leading up to the rooftop.

💙 You don’t notice he’s followed you until he sits next to you. Your eyes betray your surprised at his presence.

💙 “What are you doing here?” you demand.

💙 He’ll give you a grin and a cock of his head. “You didn’t seem like you were havin’ much fun back there. Got anything to do with these?” he’ll tap your hearing aid playfully.

💙 You huff at him. “If you want me to hear you better, you’ll need to sit on my other side. My hearing aid battery died.”

💙 “You don’t have a backup?” he asks as he adjusts his position.

💙 You shake your head.

💙 “Doesn’t sound too bad.” He’ll tease. “I wish I could turn off my ears, especially when Toga laughs.”

💙 You give him a glare at his insensitive comment. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

💙 He raises an eyebrow at you and think for a moment, before looking back out over the cityscape. “Why don’tcha tell me about it then.”

💙 You give him a skeptical look but he waits silently for you to continue. His smirk is gone as his sharp eyes glance back at you. He's serious.

💙 You’ll finally open up to him, explaining how hard it can be sometimes. How noisy environments can make your hearing aids nearly useless when the noise is too much, when everyone is talking at once. How frustrating it is to not be able to follow a conversation let alone participate, and how it can sometimes make people assume things about you. At best, they’ll assume you can hear fine with your hearing aids and therefore assume you’re being aloof or don’t want to interact. At worst, they’ll think your slow or stupid, and look at you with pity.

💙 Dabi will listen, but he won’t offer much up except sarcastic remarks about the others in an attempt to make you feel better. After all, sympathy isn’t his strong suit. But you’ll find yourself feeling better by the end, just grateful to be able to vent to someone.

💙 When you smile at him and tell him thanks for listening, it’ll take him by surprise. Not because of your reaction – he expected that, at least. What’ll surprise him is his reaction to it – a strange sense of satisfaction will wash over him, filling him with an unfamiliar warmth. He realizes - a moment too late, before he can bring down his barriers - that he likes seeing you smile, especially when it’s at him.

💙 You’ll feel slightly closer after that, finding more opportunities to hang out on the quiet rooftop and chat.

💙 He’ll surprise you on your next visit with a brand-new pack of hearing aid batteries. You’ll give him a suspicious look, asking where he got them and how he knew what kind to get you, but he’ll give you a wicked grin and brush off your question with an evasive comment.

💙 It won’t take long for you to start developing a crush on him, and against your better judgment, you find yourself staring at him a lot more and finding ways to be around him more. Hanging out at the bar, going on missions together, sitting next to him during the LOV discussions… you try to brush it off as ‘becoming friends,’ but deep down you know better.

💙 It doesn’t take long for Dabi to take notice and begin to suspect that maybe… just maybe… all of your secret glances and increased attention aren’t strictly platonic.

💙 What a wonderful turn of events. He wasn’t sure if you were interested in men, but now he’s 99% sure you are... or at the very least, interested in him.

💙 It leaves his skin feeling hotter than usual, his heart pounding in his chest with excitement. He wonders if you know... or even suspect... that he watches you too in mutual attraction.

💙 He’ll start testing the waters, just to make sure, of course. Hit you with a few flirty nicknames to see how you react. As soon as he sees you fluster and flounder in obvious embarrassment, he’ll know he’s got you, and it makes your exchanges only that much more entertaining.

💙 The more he learns about you, the more interested he becomes. He’ll start to do research on ways to support you with your hearing loss. It’ll be purely out of curiosity, of course... it’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way or anything. But he ends up finding himself down the rabbit hole of hearing aid supports, and learns about Bluetooth capabilities, FM systems, infrared systems... ways to send targeted noise – like speech for instance – straight to your hearing aids, bypassing any pesky background noise.

💙 It won’t take long for him to get an idea – two birds with one stone, so to speak...

💙 You’ll be on the rooftop together, when he says, “I gotta surprise for ya.”

💙 He pulls out a box that’s labelled ‘Dynamic FM System.’

💙 If you try to reach for it though, he’ll hold it out of your reach. “ah ah ah... we gotta find the right place to try it out.”

💙 He’ll lead you downstairs and you’ll think he’s heading to the common space where the others are, but instead he takes you outside of the hideout, leading you down the street.

💙 “Where are we going?”

💙 “You’ll see.”

💙 The two of you will end up outside of a bar. Not just any bar, though… the line of patrons is already a huge hint of what you’ll find inside.

💙 “Wait isn’t this….?” You’ll start.

💙 Dabi will only smirk at you though, before he grabs your hand and leads you in.

💙 Inside will be loud. So loud you have to turn down the volume on your hearing aids, and too loud for you to hear anything of value. But as you look around, your suspicions are confirmed - instead of the usual opposite sexes pairing up like you find at most bars, this one is different. Men are pairing up with men, women are pairing up with women. Your heart is beating like a drum in your chest, your pulse racing with excitement. Of all the places for Dabi to bring you…

💙 You keep close to Dabi, holding onto his arm. He loves that, loves that you’re looking to him for protection. And protect you he does, his eyes threatening violence to anyone who stares too long at you.

💙 He’ll sit you down at the bar with him in the center of the noise while drunken gay couples flirt over their drinks and a group of girls laugh in the corner. He’ll say something to the bartender, and a minute later, two fresh drinks are place before the two of you.

💙 He won’t try to talk to you yet as he opens the box and begins taking out all of the pieces. He’ll plug in the small, cylinder-like component into your hearing aid - the receiver. He’ll be completely up in your space when he does it too, grinning at you with his ocean blue eyes. In his hand he holds the transmitter that contains a button with a microphone on it.

💙 Once everything is hooked up properly, he’ll speak into the mic, his finger on the button.

💙 “Hey there.” He says. His voice comes through crystal clear.

💙 “Hey.” You smile.

💙 Once Dabi knows you can hear him, his devilish grin will widen and he’ll lean casually against the bar counter as he stares at you, his eyes drinking you in. “Have I ever told you how hot you are?”

💙 That’s when it finally clicks… Dabi is actually interested in you. And he’s taken you out on a date.

💙 BONUS: If the bar scene ends up being too much for you, he’ll be more than happy to spend the rest of your date on your favorite rooftop spot with some take-out. 10/10 will kiss you by the end of the date.

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Wanna Make A Bet?: A Mondo Owada smut request.

18+ ONLY. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18!!!!!

NSFW: request and story under cut

TW:// exhibitionism, public pleasure, chastity belts, orgasm deprivation, cursing

Word Count:// 1,976

“a one-shot featuring mondo oowada practicing exhibitionism please? In the story, he'd go to town to do errands wearing a face mask. In truth, he'd have a vibrator on him with his cock in chastity and his mouth tape gagged under the mask. His objective is to finish his errands without anyone exposing him or him cumming in public. And I kinda imagine that he's doing this out of a dare between his gang members. To show he's a real man whose in control of himself. He would mainly be alone but his gang leaders would look from a distance to see if he hasn't lost yet.”

“Wait bro, you’re what?” One of the guys piped up quickly. Mondo just sighed heavily and look his friend / gang member in the eyes and repeated himself. “I’m an exhibitionist, man.”

“What the fuck is that??” Another gang member asked almost instantly.

“Jesus Christ- fuck all of you,” Mondo said getting pissed off at his friends. “I told you that sitting around like a bunch of little bitch ‘drinking and talking about our feelings‘ or whatever the fuck was fucking stupid.”

“No come on bro, none of us have literally ever even heard of that before”

“Fuck, it just means I like the idea of people seeing me get off, I guess?” Mondo said sharply looking at all his friends sitting around him. “like I get off on it I fucking guess.”

“So like, you want to jack off in public?” One of them asked.

“I’ll kick your fucking ass bro- that’s nasty dude. I’d never want anybody unsuspecting to fully see it dude, christ” Mondo stood up out of his chair and looked at them all. “You’re so fuckin dumb- all of ya! I don’t wanna be put on a damn sex offender list for touching myself in the goddamn park or something! I just… want to get off in front of people. It seems fucking hot,” he admitted while shrugging.

A few of the guys exchanged glances, and started to mumble to each other, just soft enough that Mondo couldn’t make out what was being said until they all looked back at him. “Wanna make a bet?” One of the guys asked as he stood up to be eye level with their gang’s leader.

“How much? And what kinda bet we talkin?” Mondo asked, admittedly intrigued.

“20,000¥. Meet us back here tomorrow at noon. Got it?”

Mondo just rolled his eyes. “Whatever, but I got some fuckin errands to run so you better make it quick, got it assholes?” He made eye contact with everyone else in the room, as they just snickered at him.

And that’s how he got here. In the bathroom of the garage the gang always meets at. Mondo sighs and looks in the duffel bag his friends tossed into his arms when he walked in, with no instructions further than “put it all on and get back out here.” ‘How did they even get all this stuff so last minute? Did they already have it?” Mondo thought to himself. So he did. He started by putting on, and locking, the chastity belt, which made him just a little too excited. Mondo hasn’t ever actually used a chastity before, he just knows they’re supposed to make him last way longer since he can’t touch himself, and he knows it’ll keep him nice and hard. Then he decided to use the duct tape, and gag himself with it, keeping his mouth shut. The next logical move for him was to put on the black face mask, so nobody could see the tape gag situation he had going on. All this for ¥20,000? ‘Fuck me’ was all he could think right now. Then the last step. Mondo held the little remote controlled vibrating butt plug in his hand and just stared at it for a few minutes before inserting it. He didn’t turn on it yet, and he was nervous as shit to do it too.

Mondo slowly and carefully walked out of the bathroom to the main room where everyone was waiting for him. He was already getting hard, and knew that whatever the fuck this was, was going to be a fucking nightmare. “Bro, everything… in place?” One of his gang members asked cautiously. The gagged Mondo just shook his head up and down quickly. “Perfect! So, you wanna get off in front of people without being put on a list?” His friend taunted. Mondo blushed, but luckily you couldn’t tell through the mask. “Well, I know you said you had some errands to run today, so why don’t we see if you can get through all those- but maybe without cumming,” he teazed. Mondo got wide eyed. So now, not only is he going to be horny as hell in public, but he’s not allowed to finish until the fucking errands are done? His face turned red and he tried to scream at his gang, forgetting about the gags, which just left him muffled and even more pissed off. Quickly Mondo got out a piece of paper and wrote:

“You’re fucking ON assholes.”

That’s exactly what they wanted to hear. “Perfect. Let’s get you on the back of a bike, because face it man, you can not drive with all that shit on ya,” the gang member chuckled. “I will be close behind watching though- so you better not cheat or try to lie, because trust me, I’ll fucking know. Oh and you’re giving me the key to that belt. It’s not coming off,”

With that, Mondo handed his gang member the key, then pulled himself onto the back of his bike, and the two of them rode off to the market place. As they pulled up to the big parking lot, the gang member cracked a small smirk, and got off the bike with Mondo. “All right, go do your shopping or whatever the fuck you gotta do man. I’ll keep my distance, but I’m watching you.” He said as he headed off into the crowd of people, leaving Mondo there alone. With a deep breathe in, and reaching into his coat pocket, he pressed the button to the remote control that little plug he had shoved up his ass. He set it to a low setting for now, and walked up to the first shop he had to go to. He took a deep breath and walked through the supermarket doors.

Mondo was walking through the fruits and vegetables section of the store, with his cock as hard as ever. Another man needed to grab something on the shelf right in front of Mondo, so he moved over to allow the man some space- and when he did his vibrator shifted just a little and he accidentally slipped. “Mmmh” he hummed lightly, quickly trying to turn it into a cough so the man next to him didn’t suspect anything. But Mondo loved the way he just felt. He reached his hand into his pocket and put the vibrator on a medium pulsating setting, that made him even hornier than before, if that’s even possible.

“Hnnnnnnngh” Mondo moaned lowly. He wanted to scream, his body felt amazing. He caught a woman shoot a side eye at him but she turned away and went about her business. Mondo tried his absolute best to compose himself, straightened up the best he could, and walked into the aisle he had come to the store for.

‘I just need 3- oh my fucking god” Mondo thought to himself. He quickly hunched over and grabbed onto the nearest shelf to catch his breath and control himself. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but with the belt that wasn’t even possible. “Hmm..” Mondo moaned out a few times. “hmmmf…” He already wants to turn the vibrator up to max speed, but he knows he’ll be a cryong mess if he does that. He only has one more thing to do once he’s done with the store, he can last till then, he thinks. He slowly makes his way through the aisle, grabs the three items he needed for his apartment, and tries to go pay. But god the line is long today. He has no choice but stand there and wait. Every time the line moved a little and he was forced to take a small step forward, his vibrator hit him in just the right spot to make him a god damn mess. ”nmmm… fuh..” he started to moan out in the still long line. He knew nobody could hear him, or cared but he was so embarrassed. The line moved once again, and this time his vibrator hit his prostrate in the exact right spot. A few tears formed at the corner of Mondo’s eye as he actively restrained himself from moaning out in pleasure.

Finally it’s his turn to check out and pay. He reaches into his jackets pocket to grab his wallet, but when he does, he bumps the button on the remote. “Haaaaahh…”Mondo hisses loudly as he arches his back a little. He took a few deep breaths, then pretended to finish a pretty unbelievable sneeze and proceeded to pay. The moment the cashier gave Mondo his change, he grabbed his stuff and ran to the nearest public restroom. He swiftly locked the door behind him and gripped onto the side of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He tried to palm himself through his pants, but the metal belt covering his fully erect dick gave him absolutely no direct contact with his throbbing cock. He starts whimpering loudly- but it’s not too loud thanks to his gag and mask. “Mmmmmh,” “hmmm hoh my god ffff-“ he barely muttered out. Mondo wanted to scream, or cry, or just touch himself once, so desperately. He felt like he was close to cumming from the vibrator alone. “Hnnnng” he cried out.

Mondo decides to try and stand up so he could leave the bathroom as quickly as he can, and find his way back to the bike. His gang member wasn’t too far behind him, so when they were both at the bike a few moments later, and Mondo hopped on without so much as saying a word, the gang member knew what was going on. He got in the front and took Mondo straight to the garage and tossed the key to him. “Ffnk you” Mondo muttered quickly as he ran to the bathroom he immediately ripped the mask and duct tape off of his mouth and moaned out loudly. “Holy fuccccckkkkk mmmmhhh…” He didn’t care that some of his friends were just a few rooms away and might be able to hear him. He just knew he felt so good and couldn’t help himself. Next was obviously the belt restricting him from touching himself. With a shaky hand, he unlocked it as fast as he was able too- which admittedly took about 3 minutes because of the constant pleasure he was feeling. Once the belt was off, Mondo immediately wrapped his hand around his now swollen, throbbing cock. “FUCK!” He shouted out in pure ecstasy and bliss. He was nothing but a mess of whimpers, cries, and moans in that moment. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, so he quickly removed the vibrator, and fell to the floor. Mondo pumped his length a couple of times before he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. With one more stroke, he screamed out in pleasure “FUCK ME” and threw his head back as the white liquid oozed out of him, coating his hands, stomach, and thighs. He kept pumping himself slowly as more cum came out of him. “Mm…” he whimpered softly as the last of it came out. With shaky legs, Mondo pulled himself up off the floor, cleaned himself to the best of his ability, put all his clothes back on, and walked (even though it was more like a limp) back into the main area of the garage.

Without saying a word, or making eye contact with anybody, Mondo grabbed ¥20,000 and placed it in his buddy’s hand. He immediately walked out of the garage, barely got on his bike, and went home, thinking about not only just how fucked up his gang is, but how goddamn fun today was for him.

‘Maybe if I ever meet a chick we can do this shit together…’ Mondo thought to himself with a smirk.