#his lightbulb turns on when he's being creepy

[504py]

No Compromises

Yandere Canada/Reader – You reunite with an old college friend, though he's nothing like you remember.

⚠️ Yandere content, kidnapping, self-harm, stalking, possible emetophobia (descriptions of gagging and the feeling of illness), no use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader.

IM BACK YAWL 😭😭 just a bit of a filler post and another apology for being away for so long!!! i tried to get this out by halloween but i kept adding more shit LOL

while this is much more aligned with his 2p version, i had no idea if it counts as such since here i portray his 1p and 2p version as the same guy 😭😭 so that's up in the air!

also u may notice the lack of a [oneshot] tag... thats cuz i have a prequel wip for this, but figured i'll just finish and post it if the people desire it LMAO. pls lemme know if y'all do!! anyways so sorry again and i hope u enjoy!!! thanks so much to everyone for sticking around and enjoying what i do 🩵🩵🩵

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The light drag of a cigarette is the first thing you process when you finally come to your senses.

A man stands before you, singular lightbulb leering ominously above a head of overgrown blond hair, the bright light reflecting in his glasses making you unable to see much of his features. His tall, slender figure is highlighted by the stark overhead shadows that are being cast on his baggy clothing. He exhales, smoke billowing and resting heavily in the dusty, stale air.

"Hey." He says, the friendly, casual tone of his voice making you blink faster in the hopes of gaining more lucidity. His tongue pokes at his cheek as he drops the cigarette to the cemented floor and stomps on it. The gritty sound feels like boiling water in your audio-sensitive drugged up state.

"Are the ropes too tight?" He asks with a quirk of his head, you squint, thinking you'll be able to catch a glimpse of his face, but the dark shadows and your pupils trying desperately to adjust to the lighting in the dim room make the task much too difficult. You didn't even notice you were bound 'till you tugged your wrists at the mention of the word 'rope.'

The mystery man straightens his posture and takes a few steps closer to you. His sneakers are downtrodden. The lacing is asymmetrical, any recognizable color or branding rubbed off, and the hem of his loose jeans caked in what seems to be mud.

"Come on, you can speak, can't you? It's not like I taped up your mouth." The tone of voice he uses here is almost playful, yet too vague. You didn't know if it was condescending, comforting, or cheerful.

"I... I'm... Ropes are okay..." You respond mindlessly, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak. God, it feels like your head could loll off your neck at any moment.

"Poor thing. You sound parched– Tell ya what, I'll give you some water if you kiss me." Even if his face is still hazy, you can make out the glint of a smile. His canines are pointy.

He draws closer, and crouches in front of your seated figure. He's a lot taller than you thought, seeing him up close. You see the indent of a pointed dimple by the edge of his sharp lip corners when he turns his cheek to you. There's a few moles on his pale skin. He smells like tobacco, rust, and rainwater. Smells a bit like something syrupy and moldy, but maybe that's just the room.

You shudder away from his close proximity, and he laughs nervously.

"Aw, I thought that'd work." He chuckles, before facing you fully, still crouching.

You can finally see his face. What you thought were dark brown eyes turned out to be a dull shade of purple, just with his pupils as fully blown as they can go. The stare is creepy, but at least his droopy outer eye corners and straight blond eyelashes soften their impression. His nose is well-structured and pointy, reddish at the tip. His sharp lip corners seem to always point upwards, and were pink like they had just been kissed and bitten. If it weren't for this moment, you'd have thought he was an attractive man with a somewhat docile-looking face. His cheeks are flushed, he tilts his head in wonder, a few pieces of his hair falling over his face.

"Merde, you're really pretty up close. I can't believe you're in front of me right now. I missed you so, so much." He giggles, cold hand reaching out to carefully grasp your chin to try and steady your bobbing head.

He swoons, "So, so pretty." then presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action makes him exhale a shuddered, moaning breath. Whatever is in your system prevents you from reacting too much besides a weak jerk of your body.

"I should get you out of this shitty room, but I wanted to be prepared in case you reacted more violently. I didn't wanna have to drag you around. Don't wanna rough my baby up." He says with a small smile, as if the thought secretly brings him some amusement. Maybe his otherwise comforting smile just comes off as sinister at a time like this.

"You're reacting so much better than I thought you would, though. You're being so, so good, you know?" He coos like you're a pet, taking his hand off your chin and his blunt fingernails gently scratching at the top of your scalp.

Your throat hurts. You swallow dryly. "Who are you?"

The corner of his mouth twitches, and his smile drops slightly. He takes in a deep breath and sighs, cigarette-stained air blowing over your face.

He squints at you. "You really don't remember me?" He says quietly.

You shake your head. His light eyebrows knit in what looks like an expression of heartbreak.

He tries to jog your memory. "Come on, college sweethearts?"

"...I didn't date anyone in college."

His lips part in shock, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening.

"It's Mattie. Come on now." He pleads, desperation dripping from every word. The higher, more pathetic register his voice shifts into begins to jog your memory.

The sound of that nickname makes your eyes widen and forces your shoulders to press against the back of the chair. His identity makes things a million times worse.

"...M-Matthew Williams? No, no, c'mon, we never dated. Don't be like this."

"We had something special, though. I missed you. You missed me too, didn't you? You even remembered my full name." Matthew's gentle voice raises, as if trying to convince you of his feelings, trying to justify this situation.

"Th-There must've been a better way to get in contact with me without tying me up."

He shakes his head, frown almost a pout. "I did try! But you'd always blow me off to hang out with your other friends, a-and– and I just couldn't watch when I found out you were starting to see someone else." Resting on his knees and looking up at you, he grasps your bound hands on your lap. The position reminds you of prayer. Worship.

"I love you. Always have. A-And I know I'm different from how I used to be, but maybe you'll like this newer version of me more. You did say you liked a more assertive partner, didn't you?" His head tilts while he nods, like he's trying to convince you of everything he's saying.

His crazed eyes quickly scan your expression for any validation. "Yeah, yeah... I-I was a doormat back then, so that's probably why you didn't return my feelings." He laughs bitterly, and the sight is almost irritatingly funny to you. He's comparing his former pitiful self to the way he is now, as if he had changed. "But I'm different now. I'm not a coward anymore. I'll take care of you, and I'll do it well, I promise. I'll make you so happy."

"Please, Mattie, j-just let me go, and I'll give you a chance–"

He gasps. "You used my nickname." A disgustingly lovestruck grin spreads on his pale freckled face. He presses your bound hands against his flat chest. His heart is beating wildly against his ribcage.

"Feel my heartbeat. It's all for you. It only beats for you. I promise I can make you feel the same way for me. Just let me."

"...Do I even have any other choice? You kidnapped me."

Matthew's smile falters, eyes drooping, and he looks just as pathetic as he did all those years ago. He frowns flimsily. "I-I'm sorry. But I'll be good to you. Really. I'll be so good for you."

You shut your eyes and lean your head back. Your whole body hurts. Weighing out your options, you make a decision. If this Matthew is just as pathetic as the one you remember, then maybe you have a chance to escape if you butter him up enough.

"Fine. Untie me first."

Matthew's eyes widen. "R-Really? If you fight back, though, I'll have to use force, so, please, just... Don't run."

"I get it."

Eagerly, he brings out a knife and cuts through the rope. He rubs and massages your wrists for you when you're freed from your restraints. Dusts your clothes off for you, too. Though, you're wondering if what you think is a needlessly thoughtful action is just an excuse for him to feel you up.

"Let's get out of this basement, yeah? It's much better upstairs. Promise." He says, gently holding onto your hand. His are covered in bruises and small wounds. Butterflies are taking flight like fighter jets in his stomach.

When you stand up, Matthew pauses for a bit, violet eyes raking over your figure.

"Sorry, I just–" He starts, before cutting himself off by quickly stepping closer to you and encasing your body in a hug. He trembles and lets out a shaky breath, tightening his hold.

"I missed you so much," His voice cracks, "So happy you're here. Really. I feel like I'm on top of the world having you all to myself. You're all mine, finally."

Matthew takes in a sharp, obstructed breath. "Ugh, I–" He pulls away and his voice sounds all wet. He's crying. If you weren't so woozy, you would have scolded him when he wipes his face with his dirty jacket sleeve. Even now, you care about him, and maybe that's why he's fallen so helplessly in love with you.

He feels like he's shriveling into himself when all he does is simply breathe and what comes out is a sniffle. It's shameful, to boast about being a changed, stronger man, only to fall apart with a hug.

Wordlessly, he gulps his insecurities down his scratchy throat and grabs your wrist, taking you up the dusty wooden steps and leaving the basement. He does this with such little care it surprises you a little. It forces you to come to your senses in order to not stumble over your own heavy feet.

The actual interior of the house is much less industrial-looking than what you'd assumed from the basement. Rustic is the first word to pop into your mind to describe this place. Cottagecore, like the trendy people say, but... with a whole lot less of that trendy factor. It definitely is comfortable, which is a relief considering the storm outside.

Oh.

Looking out the window makes you realize something dreadful. You were never scared of the dark, pitch-darkness, even, but the vantablack surroundings beyond the glass begins to shroud you in a shadow of realization; there is a total absence of light. There are no lights, there are no houses nearby, there is nothing. You were in the middle of nowhere. You glance down to Matthew's battered sneakers and mud-caked jeans, and wonder how much trouble they went through to get you here.

He senses your staring, and looks to you, following your gaze and flushing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This is no outfit for a reunion as important as this." He laughs sheepishly, weakly. He had managed to swallow his tears, with the only evidence left behind being his reddish waterline and nostrils.

"I'll, uh, I'll go change– Just sit down anywhere you'd like. Those drugs will take a bit to leave your system. I'll fix you something up to wash it down as soon as I'm back, sweetie." Matthew stays for a moment, gnawing on his lip like he's weighing something out in his mind, before deciding to just go for it. He leans in to quickly place a kiss to your temple, and despite his attempt at nonchalance, he lets out a thin, shaky breath, before scampering off into what you assume is his bedroom.

Still nauseated, you hobble over to the couch and collapse onto it with more grace than you expected. You spare only a few seconds before forcing yourself back up, making the most of your time alone to examine the area without the pressure of Matthew watching you.

You scan the room quickly, making note of any possible exits. There are only two in this living room. The window, and the lone door against the other side of the room. Nearing and examining the window, you quickly find that it has a keyed lock, and rush over to the door.

Keyed, padlocked, deadbolted. God, he really went through the trouble of installing multiple of these. You could only imagine what his keyring looked like. You wonder if you could nab it.

A long-fingered hand clamps over your shoulder, digging into your collarbones and pulling you back. It's over so quickly you don't even have time to complain and yell about the pain.

"What do you wanna eat?" Matthew asks sweetly. His voice, though recognizable, is different from the way you remember it. His signature softspoken-ness is still there, but it's hoarse, slightly deeper. Maybe it's because he started smoking, but no cigarette can be owed the credit of the subtle confidence in his tone– Maybe not confidence, but some sort of certainty.

Your irises tremble slightly at the startle as you return his stare, before gulping and answering. "...Anything's fine."

"Pancakes it is." He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. As he walks to the quaint kitchen, he pulls a black hair tie off of his bony wrist and begins tidying his wavy, honey blond locks into a low ponytail. His hair's grown so much since you last saw him, and you can't help but think it suits him well.

It's not just his hair, the rest of him has grown, too. Matthew's gained a few inches of height, though he looks slimmer than before. You're unsure if he lost weight, or if his height just makes him look thinner than he actually is. He's aware of it, that he looks slightly worse for wear, but he couldn't help but lose his appetite being away from you for so long. He'll gain it back eventually to look good for you. I have to, he tells himself.

Now that he's rid of his jacket and clad in just a loose, plain graphic shirt, you get a better look of the wounds on his arms. It's mostly around his knuckles and palms, maybe he's clumsy, maybe he does a lot of physical labor, those are strangers to you, but you're familiar with the thin scars on the inside of his wrists. They're faded and old now, thank god, but you remember the long teary nights in college you'd spend trying to convince him not to hurt himself just because you couldn't spend time with him that week. You made him promise he wouldn't do it anymore, and judging by the lack of fresh wounds, he's kept his word. Though those memories make your head throb, you feel slightly proud.

You wobble over to the couch, deciding to take a seat to try and soothe the nausea bubbling about inside you. You remember those red plaid pajamas he's wearing, too. Always wore them whenever you came over. You wince as another wave of pain ripples through your skull, and you wonder if he's purposefully dressed himself like that to remind him of his most favorite time in his life, one that he thought was yours too.

That smell of butter, vanilla, and syrup doesn't help. While your stomach does respond to the smell, you can't help but think of Matthew first before the food. He always smelled faintly of maple syrup, along with hints of lavender and men's shower gel. His old apartment reeked of it. You never thought such an innocuous scent could bring you so much irritation.

Matthew glances behind him, finding your zoned out, furrow-browed stare.

"Your head hurting real bad?" He calls out from behind his back, focusing on the current stack of pancakes he was building by the stove.

"Yeah," You say under your breath. You're not sure why you even bothered responding if you knew you were gonna answer so silently. A part of you felt it rude had you just been unresponsive, but good god, forget the formalities, he'd kidnapped you!

After a few more moments of head-clutching silence, Matthew arrives, sitting on the couch and placing a plate of pancakes on the wooden coffee table in front of you.

"Come on now, you should eat. You've been knocked out for a while, you're about to miss lunch and dinner." He says lightly, a faint sternness in his voice, like he were speaking to a child. You scoff feebly.

"Nah, I... I don't really feel like eating." Despite the apparent hunger pangs in your stomach, you feel terribly sick in the throat, like you were constantly on the verge of retching. As much as you wanted to down the food he's prepared for you, just the thought of eating makes you gag.

He lets out a small laugh. "Want me to feed you?" Scooting closer, he leans down and tilts his head to get a better look at your pallid, gloomy face, heavy with queasiness. You're still so beautiful, he thinks.

You shake your head adamantly at that, immediately regretting it at the dull pain that amounts from the action. "No, no, I'm alright, Mattie," You bite your tongue when you realize you've called him by that stupid nickname again. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

He can't help the cheesy expression on his face and the way his heart flutters at the nickname. "It'll get worse if you don't eat." He pouts. "Come on, at least five bites." He picks up a fork, already slicing a small bit for you, and holding it up to your mouth.

You look at it with a small frown and wince in your expression, and his eyes darken.

"I'll tell you where one of the keys are if you eat."

Those words grab your attention immediately, and haplessly, you take a bite of the pancake he offers you. Matthew lets out an airy giggle.

"I remember you used to complain so much about this. Whenever I tried to feed you." He says with a pointy, wistful smile. "You've changed a lot over the years. Still so in love with you, though." His gaze is heartbreakingly warm.

You look at him, heart stopping in your chest for a moment at how sincerely he's looking at you. His heart does the same, but just at the mere action of you meeting his eyes, acknowledging his existence.

"You too." You say simply, despite your thoughts being so much more than those two words imply. When his cheeks redden and his lips gape, you quickly correct yourself. "Uh, that you've changed. Not that I love you." He huffs a dry chuckle.

"Figured, but I wanted to believe it." Matthew cuts up another piece of the pancake and offers it to you. You bite, and his blush only darkens. While you're chewing, he speaks again.

"You're not wearing that bracelet I made you anymore." He makes a sad face.

You swallow, "It's in my apartment. Felt too bad to throw it away." The light returns to his lavender eyes and he grins warmingly at you.

The bracelet is simple, a thin twist bracelet made with red thread, all entwined together with love. Matthew gave it to you during a morning class, blushing and stuttering. He made one for himself, too, like the red string of fate, he giggled when he said this, lovingly looking at the matching bracelets around your wrists. Now that your vision was less foggy, you can now see that what you thought was a wound was actually that same bracelet around his wrist. The color has faded slightly, more dull with dirt and age, while yours is still as vibrant as the day he gave it to you. It's a shame he didn't nab it when abducting you.

"You still care about me." He grins, almond eyes sparkling with mirth.

"To my own detriment." You smile emptily at him, taking the fork from his grasp and quickly eating the rest of what you owe him.

"The key?" You remind him, and he seems like a lost puppy for a moment, before it hits him, his pointy-fanged grin widening. He chuffs bashfully, as if a secret of his had been revealed, before he answers, awfully joyous; "Oh, I was lying." He laughs almost childishly.

A feeling of cold dread and shame drips from your head and down your shoulders. Of course, why did you assume so easily that he'd just hand that to you on a silver platter? At the same time, of course you would, he's Matthew Williams, the same man who gave you his coat and paid your bus fare the first time you two met. He insisted you kept it, said it suited you better and he's got hundreds more like it anyways. You did, you kept using it over the years even when you graduated. You used it this morning, maybe that's why it was so easy for him to recognize you. Your gullibility strikes you with chagrin and you can only retaliate by pushing back.

"What? We made a deal. Why would you lie to me?"

Matthew's usually docile expression falls, and suddenly you feel like you genuinely have no idea who this man is anymore, and you regret thinking that you could just walk all over him and out that door like you did all those years ago.

"Do you think you have any control over this situation, sweetie?" He crawls closer, palms dipping the couch cushions. "Did you really think I'd guard you so loosely? After all these years?" The collar of his shirt hangs from his neck as he leans down, collarbones prominent. "Did you think I'd let you leave me again? Stupid." He spits, though it seems like the final insult was more directed towards himself than you.

You scoot back until your back hits the armrest, and before you can try and slide off the couch, a lithe arm cages you in.

"It tore me up, ripped me to shreds and I came back a different person, but the only thing that stayed, that didn't change, was my love for you– No, my love for you is what broke me in the first place. Please, god, just soothe me a little." Matthew's voice crescendos until it cracks, hysterical expression making you relive the hell that was your college days together.

"Just love me a little." He whimpers weakly, before pressing a desperate kiss to your lips, moaning in surprise as if he wasn't the one to kiss you first. It's short, brief, like it zaps him, too much for his poor racing heart to handle. The bright smile returns to his face when he pulls away, breathless. It stays despite the horrified look on your face.

"Why are you so disgusted? You already tasted plenty of me in those pancakes. You looked so cute eating up my spit." He teases, his glee evident in his voice, the loose strands of his hair tickling your face. The realization of what you had just consumed, what now sits heavily in the pit of your stomach, was something of his, makes you dizzy with abhorrence. You try to push him off, but he slams your shoulder back into the cushions, hands vice-like and heavy against your skin.

Matthew is panting, and when he catches his breath, his eyes widen and his irises shake. You can see his pupils contract and dilate. "I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry– Didn't mean to– Ah, merde." He whimpers, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. He's already reduced to a groveling mess, and you've barely said anything. "Please love me, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I love you!" He cries, and you hate that you really do feel sorry for him.

You hate him, hate the shit he keeps putting you through, hate how soft his voice is, hate how pathetic he is, hate how reliant he is on you, hate seeing his tears. You hate how he still manages to pull pity from you despite everything he's put you through.

With a shriek through gritted teeth, you fist his shirt and yank him down, this kiss is intended, and definitely felt like, more akin to an act of harm over love, but poor Matthew can't tell the difference.

He melts into it with a loving sigh despite his bleeding lips.

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[4nicolas]

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

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satoru gojo x male reader

-you and gojo were trying to decide where to eat but he insisted you picked, obviously you didn’t care so instead suggest a game. satoru agrees but puts his own twist on it.

cw - kissing ig, they’re kinda gay, gojo is bad at flirting

wrd ct - 1600+

this was made with male reader in mind but I don’t think the gender is specified.

this takes place during the hidden inventory arc before suguru geto left.

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the streets of tokyo weren’t ever this busy, I mean yeah obviously they were busy, but today as the people of japan walked the streets you and satoru can’t help but feel cramped. the two of you were practically pushed up against each other, shoulder to shoulder.

the two of you had just got back from a mission at an elementary school, easily exorcising the curses that lie dormant there scaring the children both you and gojo were starving. who knew saving people could be so tiring!

wanting to get out of the crowd gojo grabs your hand attempting to pull you somewhere secluded, which was difficult because there were not only people in front of you but also surrounding you.

you could feel gojos growing annoyance as he shimmed in between men and women with you being dragged along behind him. you could hear gojo muttering small apologies as he practically shoved these people aside.

it felt like an eternity before you made it to an empty alleyway. “oh yeah, real smart bringing us to a creepy, dark alleyway, satoru” you poked at him. “aw cmon, you’re with the strongest sorcerer, no need to worry babe.” he smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but stare at him.

you felt your cheeks warm up a bit at the stupid pet name he used even though you knew it was a joke. he used those dumb nicknames on you all the time, you should be used to it by now, right?

shaking away your thoughts you zone back into what satoru was saying. “anyway, I doubt anyone would try and mug us or shoot us or whatever criminals do.” you shrugged at him, he was probably right but still, you could never be too cautious.

gojo suddenly clapped his hands together, grabbing your attention even more as if he already didn’t have it. “now, back to the matter at hand, where do you wanna eat?”

gojo started naming places, waiting for you to say one of his listed options. he was counting on his fingers and already listed surrounding eateries. you lack of response made him look up, blinking a couple times before waving a hand in front of your face.

“hello? earth to F/N?” you looked at him before speaking, “oh I don’t really mind where we eat, you can pick.” gojo hated when people said that. you knew this but still didn’t pay any mind to it.

satoru deadpanned you. you laughed at his reaction before sighing, “no but seriously, you can choose.” uhhmmm… no? he can’t. suguru chose last time, he chose the time before that and shoko chose the time before that. so it’s your turn.

he shook his head, almost in disbelief how you forgot the turn system. “it’s your turn.” “what?” he deadpanned you again. “the TURN system. you know where we all choose on different turns. and since suguru, me and shoko have went recently, it’s you turn.” he poked your chest, satisfyed with his response.

you laughed at him, “you actually keep track of that?” satorus silly habits always made you laugh. this reminded you of the time he got mad at principal yaga for assigning a mission to you and suguru when it was “clearly his turn to go on a mission with you” suguru didn’t care what happened and yaga eventually gave in to his demands, not wanting to wind him up even more.

satoru looked offended, “uhh, obviously I keep a track of it. how else will we know whose turn it is?” he was acting like this was common knowledge. you laughed again causing satoru to bounce back, “well how would you decide, F/N?” he crossed him arms over his chest.

you looked at him, contemplating what you would do, and as if a lightbulb went off in your head you snapped. “I know. I would probably just use the classic rock paper scissors. you know, winner picks.”

satoru squinted at you, seemingly dumbfounded by your choice of words. his arms drop to his sides and sighs, exaggeratingly so. “fineeee. i guess, we can do rock paper scissors.” you were about to be shocked by how easily satoru gave in before you heard a “but,”

you raised your brow at him. “-but best to three, loser pays, winner decides, AND-“ oh boy. “-every time we draw the same sign, we have the kiss.” now you really were shocked. your eyes widened at his sentence.

while you were still unable to respond, satoru slyly smiled. enjoying your look of shock and what he thought was flustered but he wasn’t sure. instead of responding you nod, “okay, alright then, best to three.” you raised your fist to your palm and satoru grinned.

he put his hand up to his palm opposite of you before he started counting down. three. two. one. you threw out scissors and looks at satorus hand to see rock. he beat you in the first round.

the both of you went again, going on the count of three before drawing out paper. you look up, seeing satoru also had paper. before you could react satoru chuckles, “well… you agreed to the rules F/N.”

satoru steps closer, inches away from your face. you can feel your body betraying you by making your face and the tips of your ears red. satoru stood in front of you, waiting for you to initiate the kiss.

hesitantly, you moved your face even closer to his, feeling his breath on your lips before closing the distance. the kiss was very short. basically just a peck. you backed away getting even more flustered.

you tried to hide it by jokingly wiping your hands across your lips. satoru simply watches, a shit eating grin on his face at your reaction.

“I mean it wouldn’t have hurt if the kiss was longer but.. whatever!” satoru smiled at you, his eyes creasing in the corners before putting his hands back up.

“it’s still 1-0 you know.” satoru spoke slightly dragging out the ‘w’. you raised your hands back up, getting ready to play again.

three. two. one. you threw out rock, satoru had scissors. 1-1.

satoru frowned for a moment, almost disappointed in the round. you thought nothing of it and continued on.

you both got ready to play again, putting your hands up. three. two. one. you had paper, satoru had rock. you won again, 1-2.

you began to felt nervous almost expecting there to be another tie that forces you to kiss gojo. the two rounds went by fast but all you could focus on was the quick kiss you both shared.

trying to shake your thoughts away, you raised your hands up, meeting gojos. three. two. one. you drew scissors, satoru drew rock. 2-2.

satoru hadn’t spoke in the past couple rounds instead focusing on his hands. you wanted to say something but nothing came to mind, instead you did the same as him, looking directly at your hands.

three. two. one. you looked at your hand seeing paper, and nervously looked up at satorus. rock. you had won, which meant you chose and he had to pay. which satoru saw as a win, he already wanted you to choose and planned on paying.

you let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding, looking back up to satorus gaze. he’s staring behind you. you turn around, not seeing anything before turning back to see satoru a few inches away from you, similar to when you kissed.

you both stayed silent, simply breathing before you broke the silence. “well I guess I won.” gojo smiles, glancing at your lips. “yeah, guess so.”

you went to back away from gojo but before you could even turn your head, his hand grabs your wrist.

not expecting the contact, you jump, looking at him. “what’s up with you today, man..?” you question him in a joking manner. he stays silent, observing you.

satoru sighs, dropping his hand from your wrist, disappointment crossing his features. he puts his hands in his pockets as you stare at him.

“what’s wrong?” your voice comes out in a joking manner but you both knew it wasn’t a joke.

satoru looks you in the eyes before looking up. “nothing, just thought you would’ve gotten the hint from that, but turns out not.”

you still weren’t quite grasping what he was saying, clearly stated by your confused look.

satoru sighs even louder than before and looks back at your face. “do I really gotta spell it out for you?”

you blink, once, then twice. trying to piece together what he was saying. how he agreed to play the game if there was a chance to kiss you, the way he frowned when you didn’t tie, the way he looked at you. hell, the way he’s currently looking at you.

as if tiny cogs were turning in your brain you suddenly felt like the dumbest person alive. satoru gojo was flirting with you. in his own weird way yeah but he was still doing it.

the stupid pet names, lingering glances, constantly wanting to be around you. you understood now that gojo liked you.

still staring, satoru started to walk past you but before he could you grabbed his wrist. “thanks for making me feel even dumber than I already am satoru.” you mumble, seeing him turn to you, face still before turning into a smile at your realization.

“well, actually you figured it out faster than suguru thought you would’ve.” ignoring his words you pull him towards you, smashing your lips together.

this kiss was longer than before, way longer. it went on until the two of you had to take a breath. satorus arms wrap around you, yours finding their way from his arms to his face before shaking your head.

“did you say suguru thought I would’ve took longer to figure it out?” satoru laughed, the two of you separating before making your way out of the alleyway.

“it’s a long story, in fact we can talk about while we eat. speaking of which where are we eating?” gojos hand held yours as you walked, unsure of which direction to go in unless you named where you were going.

“oh right.”

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yoo no way, nick made his first post. how crazy is that. anyway i’m having jjk brain rot rn and really wanted to write. here’s something I threw together real quick. hope someone enjoys it.

[islandofsages]

HEYY!! I love your writing from what i've read and i was wondering if i could ask for a gn reader (yuu) teaching the housewardens about like classic fandom lore- like imagine them turning into matpat to explain fnaf and undertale!! 😭😭 feel free to not do this and have a good day!! Thanks :D

characters: housewardens x gn!yuu

tags: platonic, fluff, crack kinda, imagines format

warnings: swearing

author's notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG also all the fandoms mentioned here are all fandoms ive been in at some point :D fun times mhm

Riddle Rosehearts

He knows you’re very passionate about fandom culture but you never really had the chance to infodump about it to him

Until one day, you drop by Heartslabyul for a leisurely visit, when you see a not-so-clearly distressed Riddle sitting in the lounge

Not-so-clearly meaning he’s holding a teacup in his hand yet not drinking it, eyes closed as if he’s holding in all his emotions

You grow worried at this sight and slide next to him on the couch where he is seated, hoping you can help alleviate some of that stress

He sees you and he allows himself a sigh, then musters up a smile for you. He greets you and you cut straight to the point - can you help him with anything?

He releases a second sigh and shakes his head, telling you he only needs some sort of distraction. He just had a long day and needs to take his mind off things

You take a second to think of things that you can distract him with – that’s when a lightbulb goes off in your head. This is a prime opportunity for you

“Okay, I’m guessing you haven’t heard of Five Nights at Freddy’s since it’s a franchise from my world and all but the lore is crazy. So it starts like this…”

He wasn’t expecting to be paying much attention to the contents of what you’re saying but sooner or later, he ends up leaning towards you with his hand cupping his chin, mouth slightly agape at the story you’re telling

This inspires you to dump even more information about the media somehow at the rate that you’re going

By the end of it, he’s completely forgotten what he was so worried about. His head is full of creepy pizzerias for kids and haunted animatronics

He ends up having some trouble sleeping that night though. He’ll get you for that later.

Leona Kingscholar

He won’t lie, your interest in fandoms is too reminiscent of Idia for him – he doesn’t admit this to you obviously, since he hasn’t had the chance to

But on one particularly boring day, you decide to skip class with him and he lets you tag along for the hell of it

In the span of three seconds, he’s already off in dreamland. Sometimes you wish you had such a skill

Since you have nothing better to do and he’s way too deep in his sleep to even care anyway, you start rambling to yourself and a slumbering Leona

“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about Undertale lately so I need to dump it all somewhere. So basically you play as this kid…”

Little do you know halfway through his nap, he wakes up from how much you’re talking. At first, he’s annoyed by your yapping but then he grows interest in what you’re saying

He’s almost tempted to try that game for himself and almost disappointed that it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland. Emphasis on almost.

When you’re done rambling, that’s when he stretches his arms over his head and yawn, commenting how noisy you were

You shrug it off. You're used to him complaining about you yapping instead of napping alongside him

…But then he asks you to tell him more about Undertale, if there's any more information you’re keeping from him out of the kindness of your heart

You smile smugly at this and his expression seems to say “don't make me regret asking” but oh, you definitely will make him regret even being friends with you in the first place

Needless to say, regrets were not the only thing he held at the end of that day.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Leona, your fixation on fandom culture reminds him too much of Idia. not that that’s necessarily a bad thing - it’s more of an observation

And he gets more than an observation when you get the chance to show him what you’re made of: useless fandom culture and gaming knowledge

Speaking of Idia, he goes to you as a last resort to ask you to help him understand whatever the hell Idia’s talking about

You don’t know too much about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture just yet but when Azul explains the premise of a certain game and its fandom, it gives you an idea

“Sounds pretty similar to Yandere Simulator. Ooh, that one has a lot of history. Let me tell you about it…”

Unfortunately for him, he ended up unlocking your geekiness instead of having you address the things he was confused with

But at least your story makes it a bit easier to understand? He’s yet to decide that really but at least it sounds like you’re taking his lack of slang knowledge into consideration

Your infodump really gripped his attention though - it’s interesting to know another side of human culture, even if it’s not the humans of Twisted Wonderland

He would nod understandingly (or at least, politely) and thank you and your geekiness

He relays your story to Idia and finds it intriguing how similar fandom culture is in both Twisted Wonderland and your world

He would invite you to Board Game Club meetings so that you can rave and find out more about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture with Idia

He’d realize that was a big mistake and he may or may not have created the nerdiest pair in the world - but you guys are his nerdiest pair in the world.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s very curious about fandom culture - he doesn’t know too much about it nor anyone who knows a lot about it so almost all the fandom information in his head are from you

He really wants to know more!!! So of course that warrants a hangout session fabricated as a study session to get Jamil’s stamp of approval

So there you are in his room, books laid out in front of the two of you but most importantly, a laptop

You two watch about a dozen videos on Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture and as you absorb all the very-much-useful information, you sneak in tidbits from the culture of your world

“This one in particular is reminiscent of Danganronpa. Man, that one was a wild ride…”

It’s exciting to be able to talk about it with someone you trust wholeheartedly, especially Kalim, whom you know wouldn’t be so judging

He only nods in understanding at every point you made, his eyes sparkling with all the curiosity in his body

You were on your thirteenth video when you two are interrupted by a rap on the door and an unfortunately-familiar voice

So obviously you and your bestie hurriedly rush to close all the tabs on your laptop and open up something more academically-inclined

Which is obviously a…dictionary site

Jamil blinks twice at this, says nothing (but probably noting how it makes sense for you guys since you two are bumbling idiots) and walks away

If there’s any dictionary being read that day, it’d be a dictionary of fandom terminology, that’s for sure.

Vil Schoenheit

He doesn’t know too much about it - and doesn’t bother to learn much about it since he has better things to do - but since it’s you, he tries his best to be a good listener

The two of you sit down in the courtyard one day, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves music to your ears; beauty truly is everywhere around you when you’re next to him

He’s talking about something. You’re not sure what because you’re entranced by the way his hair hangs above his eyes so elegantly. He notices this and calls you out for it

You shrug and excuse how you can’t help it - he’s like a dating simulator love interest in the real. He asks you what you mean by this. Now’s your chance to shine!

“Hmm, you know, something like Mystic Messenger? Hehe, let me tell you a bit about it…”

Unluckily for him, your “a bit” turns out to be a four-hour long ramble about the aforementioned dating simulator a little too reminiscent of Rook for his liking too

Despite his reservations, he really did enjoy hearing you talk so passionately about your interest; it’s a bonus that the topic itself is interesting

He tells you he wouldn’t mind trying out the game or at least finding out more about it though unfortunately it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland

You share his shame - until he says he’ll pitch the concept of the game to some authorities he know and perhaps make it a reality

Sorry, he’s going to what now?

You’re a little shaken. Sometimes you forget he’s a world-class model, despite his looks and mannerisms. You save your nerves for if a Twisted Wonderland version of Mystic Messenger actually ends up happening

He thanks you for enlightening him about fandom and video gaming culture. You use this as a cue to add another four hours of ranting about V’s route in the game.

Idia Shroud

You’re another victim for him to taint… or so he thought. You’re more of an ally than a victim at this point, considering how nerdy you are

He’d dump fandom lore on you and you’d reciprocate it right back. He’s genuinely so impressed with your knowledge, even if they differ by some degree due to being from different worlds

He gets more impressed when you pull up with knowledge about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture like damn, you really brushed up on your talking points already

Friendly rivalry aside, he really does enjoy talking about fandom culture with you and hearing about the things from your world - every story you tell adds a little color into his world

One day, the two of you are leaning on each other, on your phones because of course you are, even if you two are friends, talking still isn’t Idia’s strong suit

That’s when you blurt it out–

“Hey, wanna hear about this game called Persona? It’s a turn-based RPG and…”

Regardless of his response to your question, you ended up babbling away either way. It’s how conversations start between the two of you

You’re speaking so fast, he would have mistaken you for a rapper - or a doppelganger of himself even

Consider him entertained - he finds himself smiling by the end of your yapping and intrigued by your story

He then obviously starts to relate it to something from Twisted Wonderland, passing the listener baton to you

You don’t mind – you can stay there for hours and hours, just going back and forth with your fellow nerdy-ass friend.

Malleus Draconia

This man barely knows how to use a smartphone so you had to be a little patient with him when guiding him through the fandom culture trenches

He’s happy that you trust and cherish him enough to talk about your interests with no reservations or shame – and the feeling is mutual

On a certain weekend, the two of you are hanging out as usual. Chatting as friends would do

You don’t know why but the conversation reminded you of a certain fandom

“It’s kinda like Genshin’s community, I guess. They’re a riot, let me tell you that.”

Oh? What’s a Genshin and why is its community a riot?

You’re glad he asked – because you’ve prepared a 100-slide presentation on the history of the game and its fans

He asks you why and how did you find the time to make that. You tell him to shut up and that it doesn’t matter, he just needs to listen to you

You start and it feels like you’ll never stop – there’s just so much to say and Malleus has so much time in the world

Seeing his reactions to certain events makes you crack up and at times, you’d laugh at his shocked expressions (or sigh exhaustively, depending on the event you’re explaining)

When you finally stop, he gives you a one-man standing ovation. You blush a little at the attention and unexpected reaction but you appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. He tells you that your presentation has been very informative for him

You’re relieved to have been able to get that off your chest… and Malleus is more than ecstatic to relay the information to everyone he’s ever known. You obviously pretend that you had no involvement in his sudden investment of a game from another world.

[kokoa-la]

Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Jason has once again snuck into Gotham University. Now, before any assumptions are made onto why the crime lord would break into a college, the reason is because he likes the library. That's it. The public library is trashed and small, barely taken care of, but Gotham U's? It's beautiful. Multiple floors, organized and in sections, taken care of, alphabetical order, it's magnificent. The chairs were a reason alone to sneak in, but the students here added an extra charm. 

He had gone to the very back of the library on the second floor. This area was  pretty well hidden and enclosed. He would come here to read without anyone questioning him, even hiding the books he wasn’t finished with yet to continue on later. Jason wasn’t expecting someone to be so close to his spot though. A few tables across stood a student, thin, tall, with pitch black hair, baggy cargo jeans, and a white t-shirt. The other hadn’t noticed him yet, so he remained quiet and just watched. He was in front of a large white board on wheels, seemingly taken from the rooms he saw down the hall. 

“That doesn’t work, goddammit.”

On the white board was lines upon lines of equations- at least he thought they were equations, with most of them being letters and symbols rather than numbers. It made the vigilante’s brain hurt. The student - assumed STEM major - just kept mumbling to himself.

“Stupid physics, won’t allow interdimensional travel”

What? Jason may have been out of school since 15, but he knew no courses were asking for the answer to traveling between dimensions. It seemed the student had a habit of talking to himself when worked up or focused, possibly why he isolated himself from the rest of the library. 

“If your parents could do it, why can’t you? Think Danny, think!”

That sentence wasn’t concerning at all, but at least Jason learned the boy’s name. Danny seemed to have a strange background, what did he mean by ‘if your parents could do it’? Had his parents managed to travel between dimensions? The other was chewing on the cap of the white board marker, his other hand resting on his hip as he swayed back and forth.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! That! The thing! That thingy!”

Jason could practically see the lightbulb go on above Danny’s head. Just then the other erased a solid portion of the whiteboard and dropped to his knees, ouch. He started frantically scribbling, fast and messy, barely cohesive. Though, Jason was sure that if it was Tim sitting where he was instead, the boy could probably understand everything on that board. He’d stick to English literature, thank you very much. 

“That’s it! Oh my ancients! I got it!”

Danny practically jumped in the air, punching the air in triumph. Jason almost felt proud of him, this complete stranger he’s been watching, wow he was being creepy, huh? Danny shot both of his arms straight up, the marker gripped tightly in his right hand fist. 

“I did it!”

He looked so happy, so excited. He began to buzz, even spinning, before stopping mid loop and turning around slowly. Shit, Jason had been caught. To be fair, Danny hadn’t exactly turned around the whole time, meaning Jason was just watching his back the whole time as he worked through his… problem? It’s such a shame, Jason was thoroughly entertained by this random kid. 

“Uhhh, hi? How long have you been there?”

Oh shit, Jason had to talk now, didn’t he?

“Not very long, but long enough to know you were trying to solve interdimensional travel before apparently succeeding.” 

The color drained from Danny’s face. Whoops?

“Uhm, no I didn’t.”

Now that he got a closer look, the student looked like someone Bruce would adopt. Black hair, clear blue eyes, tan skin, sharp features, the whole nine yards. He was actually fairly attractive, maybe even cute. 

“Really? I could have sworn that you said ‘stupid physics won’t allow interdimensional travel’”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah sure, and I’m a student here.”

“Wait, you’re not a student here?”

“That’d only be true if you were lying.”

“Well I’m not so-”

“Uh huh, sure you’re not.”

“Look dude-”

“Jason.”

“Look Jason, there’s no way that I could solve interdimensional travel, the multiverse doesn’t exist.”

“Look Danny-”

“How do you know my name?”

“I won’t tell a single soul if you explain how you did it to me”

Curiosity won his gambit. Would he regret what he was about to say? Perhaps.

“Maybe over a coffee?”

He knew it was worth it when the marker hit the floor and Danny moved his hand to cover his red face. Well, it wasn’t the first time he’s done something he regrets, maybe this time it’d be a cute STEM major who knows the secrets to the multiverse. 

[lfghughes]

Wonderstruck

a/n: have had this sitting around in my requests and i just love this entire idea. so i rambled a bit and might make another part idk yet

warning: alcohol, creepy guy who cant take a no

Instant regret, that’s what you had. It had nothing to do with going out and everything to do with the bar that you had chosen. Not that really going to a different bar would have a different result, there would always be that one creepy dude you persisted on being around but right now there was one that was driving you insane. But you were also genuinely creeped out and trying to find a way out and any time you would turn your attention elsewhere he would make sure to get your attention again.

“Here let me get you a drink.” He told you and you quickly shook your head. “My boyfriend is grabbing us drinks right now, I’m good.” You told him but you had a feeling that this plan wasn’t going to work considering there wouldn’t be a boyfriend showing up with drinks in hand at any point tonight. Why did you even use that excuse? “Are you sure because I didn’t see you with anyone?” There it was, the dread building up.

A hand went to your back and you froze slightly as you turned your attention upwards to a face that seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite pin where you had seen him before. “Everything okay, babe?” He asked and looked between you and the guy who had been bothering you. Perfect opportunity falling right into your lap and you couldn’t be more grateful. “Honey, you didn’t bring back drinks.”

“I was waiting on them and noticed you looked a little uncomfortable. So again, everything cool here?” This time he directed his attention to the man, raising a brow as if it to challenge him. “Because I’d really like it if you didn’t make my girlfriend uncomfortable so how about you head on out of this bar before I get pissed.” This guy was an angel. A hot angel if anything. Next thing you know the creep finally left you alone and you couldn’t be more thankful for not only this guy stepping in but going along with everything.

“Thank you so so much.” But he was already waving off your words as if he didn’t completely save your night from being ruined. “I’m going to go outside for some air, wanna come?” He asked and in most cases you wouldn’t really just take up this offer but it was just right outside and your creep radar wasn’t going completely off the rails with this guy. You followed him out, leaning against the wall of the bar. 

“Are you from around here?” He asked and you shook your head. “I moved here a couple of months back so I’m still trying to figure out this whole place. I’m sorry but you look really familiar.” You were still trying to figure out where you could know his face. A chuckle left his lips as he scratched the back of his head. “Are you a hockey fan?” He asked and you shrugged at the question. “Growing up I’d go to games with my dad. He’s a big bruins fan but I wouldn’t really say I watch it unless he gets us tickets when I’m back home or it’s on the tv.”

It was definitely a bonding thing but not your thing specifically but you were slowly starting to piece together the information you were slowly getting. “Well I play for the team here, the Panthers. I’m Matthew Tkachuk.” You suddenly understood what a lightbulb moment really felt like. “Ahhh, you’re the kid who upset my dad a month back by taking out his favorite team. Makes a lot more sense now.” A laugh left your lips as an amused grin grew on his. “Send your dad my apologies.” He placed his hand over his heart as if he was truly sorry but you could tell by the smirk on his lips he wasn’t. 

“Maybe when the season starts again you can come to one of the games, I’ll hook you up with tickets. Maybe even make you a fan of a much cooler team.” There it was again, that smirk that was making you completely melt so all you could do was nod. He took out his phone handing it to you. “Put in your number and I’ll text you. Not in the fall by the way, I plan on texting you probably later tonight asking you out for drinks or dinner.” A hot blush grew on your cheeks at his words. “Well I will more than likely answer that I’m definitely free tomorrow after work if you want to grab dinner.”

[what-gs-watching]

“Well…maybe I’ll save you.”

I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING.

Sorry.

I’m not crying, you’re crying.

That’s not much better, is it.

I just finished The Giggle and I’m sobbing over the fact that 10 finally gets everything he was chasing and I am clearly unwell. I knew this episode was going to break me but I didn’t realize how far they were going to push us over the cliff. Like. You don’t get this in Doctor Who, not ever. That’s almost the appeal of it, sometimes. 

But Russell T Davies just ripped out everyone’s heart in the best possible way.  I really can’t.

Blorp. Okay. 

The thing is….the thing is - I think everybody needed that. How satisfying must this be for David Tennant? And Catherine Tate? How are they not fit to bursting right now? That was so beautiful, gang. And they must be so proud.

But I’m gonna focus. Also, didn’t I say catharsis? Jesus christ, you can’t get more than that. I’m pretty sure they hit the fucking limit on catharsis. Wow. I’m a mess.

Focusing, though: wherein the Doctor and Donna have to say humanity from their own terrible base instincts because the Toymaker loves a good game. 

So we open on Soho in 1925 (which, is anyone else wondering where A.Z. Fell & Co is in relationship to the street they’re showing? No? Just me? Okay cool) and we’re taken into a creepy toy shop where we meet Neil Patrick Harris doing a super weird German accent and being a general creep. He sells a dummy to a man who says he needs it for his boss, who is around the corner working on inventing the concept of television broadcasting for the very first time.  

They pop the head off the dummy and leave it in a setup surrounded by a ton of lightbulbs and they go into another room to test it all out - and it works. But the heat from the bulbs is hot, too hot, which is why they needed an object, not an actual person. But of course, the creepy toyseller was obviously up to no good, and as the broadcast continues, the dummy head melts and lets out a terrible little giggle. Clearly, we’re in trouble.

Back in the present, the Doctor and Donna are in the streets of London trying to figure out what’s happening. Some guy argues with 14 who tries to stop him from attacking a car, saying that his taxes pay for the street but he doesn’t drive and he has the right to do whatever he wants with the roadway, thank you. Perfectly sound logic, and the guy is belligerent, saying two days ago everyone in the world decided they were right and wouldn’t listen to reason.  So that’s exciting.

Soon enough, UNIT finds them and they’re told to get Wilf somewhere safe while the Doctor and Donna follow them to headquarters. Where we finally get our eyes on Kate Lethbridge-Stewart who I absolutely love, she’s the “bitches get shit done” Tina Fey gif come to LIFE. Bitch will always be the new black, and that’s Kate, and exactly how she runs UNIT, loading it full of equally brilliant women, including Shirley who we’d met when dealing with The Meep, and Melanie, who was a companion to the 6th Doctor,

Who run the world? GIRLS.

Anyway, we get into explanation mode - two days ago there was a spike in aggression worldwide, the same spike across the board. It’s affecting everyone, even the people in government, but UNIT has a fun device that helps keep everyone wearing one sane. And Kate decides she’s going to demonstrate how fucked up the situation is - she asks them to take her device offline, so they do.

And she proceeds to spew a bunch of terrible things at the Doctor - how he’s an alien with two hearts that have infiltrated them and can’t be trusted, and then she takes shots at poor Shirley who’s in a goddamn wheelchair and it’s really gross to watch, it’s one of the worst parts of humanity and she tries to avoid having her device turned back on, but they finally subdue her. It’s some serious shit, gang.

They say that the spikes aren’t coming from outside, they’re in everyone’s head, except for Donna, and Melanie, who have spent significant time in the TARDIS. And for extra fun, two days ago a satellite went up that finally connected the entirety of the earth to the internet, and now, everyone has access to a screen. 

And of course, Donna is working something out about the spike they’ve found, saying that she spent six months teaching Rose how to play the recorder; she thinks it’s a tune. Melanie sings it out and it strikes with everyone, like they’ve known it for years. And then Shirley finds it, it’s not a tune, it’s the laugh from the dummy. The Doctor figures out that the image has been burnt into television itself, into all the screens everyone is attached to every minute of everyday.

As they’re getting the date of the exact transmission, 14 gives Kate permission to shoot the satellite down, even though it’ll start an international incident. He’s the president of the world, and I love that. Her relief is palpable.

He also has a little moment with Melanie, which is so sweet. I love that whenever he rolls up to someone he hasn’t seen in decades, he always mutters the kindest little “hello.” Just for them. His attention completely focused. It must feel like a sun shining directly on you. I literally have a collection of David Tennant saying “hello” in my mind, ugh it’s so something. 

During all of this, Kate is telling Donna she did well working out the spikes, and she offers her a job at UNIT once everything has settled. Pure Donna, she asks how much the salary is, and then counters with DOUBLE the amount and 5 weeks paid vacation which is immediately accepted. BAMF, BAMF, BAMF. Get what’s yours, baby girl.

So much going on. Okay, so they go back to 1925, and 14 is all about what they need to do but Donna wants to hear about Mel because he’s never once mentioned her. He never does, he never talks about them. Rose a bit, yes, but usually no. Not ever. And he reminds her he’s old as hell and he can’t just chat about everyone, but it’s more than that. She tells him he never stops moving, she says “You are staggering along. Maybe that's why your old face came back. You're wearing yourself out” and that’s the crux of the matter, friends. 14 is wonderful, we’re all in love with him, but he’s definitely bleeding out everything. All over the place. And it’s so sad to see him so run down. But, classic 10, he ignores her.

They find the toyshop of course, and the Doctor recognizes the Toymaker. Who immediately starts a game of catch with the Doctor, because he’s a fucking weirdo like that, and 14 looks incredibly determined and also freaked out but Donna puts a stop to it, and the Toymaker disappears. 

They follow him deeper into the shop and surprise! They find themselves in a never ending hallway full of doors, and each door just leads to another hallway. Which should be impossible, but we’re told that the Toymaker is only governed by the rules of play, so he can basically do whatever the eff he wants.

Donna gets the story out of him as they wander - the Doctor had once gone into another realm, where he played a game against the Toymaker and apparently won, but he said he made a terrible mistake. Poor kiddo is really raw all of a sudden, he says “I'm always so certain. I'm all sonic and TARDIS and Time Lord. Take that away... Take away the toys... what am I? What am I now?” and then he tells Donna, “I don’t know…if I can save your life this time.”

Scrawny little 14 all exposed and helpless and I told you, he’s bleeding all over the place, and she just tells him, “Well…maybe I’ll save you.”

THEY’RE BEST FRIENDS, and she’s definitely gonna save him, just not in the way he thinks. And it’s so good.

Speeding ahead, they keep wandering through the halls and then they get separated of course and Donna gets attacked by the dummy that was supposed to be the original dummy’s wife and his creepy babies but she beats them obviously, and the Doctor gets taunted by the Toymaker but they find each other eventually.

And then they’re pulled into a room with a little stage where the Toymaker puts on a puppet show about exactly what has happened to the Doctor’s companions since he traveled with Donna. And it’s so sad to listen to him try to justify everyone’s fate - Amy died of old age, but in a time and place she was never meant to. Clara was killed by a bird but technically saved in her last moments of life. Bill was turned into a cyberman, but her consciousness lived on. No happy endings, for the Doctor and his friends, not ever. 

 To stop the show, the Doctor challenges the Toymaker to a game. And Donna’s afraid the Toymaker will cheat, but it seems the rules of the game bind his entire existence: the Doctor will either win or lose. So they cut a deck, and the highest card wins. And it’s the Toymaker, with a king.

But the Doctor finds a loophole - he won the first game, the Toymaker one the second game, and that prompts another, the best of three. Which the Toymaker accepts, but he wants that game to be played back in the present. 

Meanwhile at UNIT headquarters they’re shooting down the new satellite, and the Doctor and Donna appear to try and figure out a way to force the Toymaker out of the universe they way he’d come, but it’s too late. 14 is explaining something and then “Spice Up Your Life” is playing, and I’m sorry but L O L at the entire dance scene with NPH that unfolds. It’s hilarious, and creepy, and it definitely goes on too long, but I’ll allow a little pageantry. He turns UNIT’s bullets into flower petals and it’s a little terrifying, how much power he possesses and that’s the point. And then as soon as he’s arrived, he disappears again. 

Just kidding though, the Toymaker is out on the platform where the beam they used to take down the satellite is still set up and ready to roll, and he’s got control of it. So everyone of course rushes out to try and stop him. 

The Doctor tries to talk him down, of course. He asks why he’s choosing to be so horrible when he can do so many good things, and the Toymaker reminds him he’s just a vastness that good and bad don’t apply to, only winning and losing. The Doctor tells him he’s a vastness that contains so much more, and then he suggests they take the game away from earth, that they can play across the cosmos. 

He says “we can be…celestial” - and I’m dying inside. Is anyone else wondering what Aziraphale’s reaction to that sentence would have been? So many little bits of Good Omens, it’s slightly painful. 

Also, I appreciate that the Doctor is always trying to turn enemies into his playmates. 10 did it with the Master, too. It makes sense, he’s always off with humans but why wouldn’t entities that are more in line with what he is, want to travel with him? They always say no. Because y’all are too obsessed with your own drama to recognize what a fucking opportunity that is. Idiots.

So yeah, that doesn’t work and the Toymaker declares that since he played the first two games with different doctors, he wants to play the final game with the next Doctor. AND HE SHOOTS 14 WITH THE GIANT FUCKING LASER. 

It’s agonizing. It’s terrible. And Donna and Mel rush to his side as he starts to regenerate, because they don’t want him to be alone. They tell him he’s not dying, and they don’t care who he is, because every version of him is fantastic. And that’s what he needed to hear the first time. Every time, really.

And then he says “It's time. Here we go again. Allons-y!” (squee!) but…nothing happens. So he asks them to pull, yank on his arms, and they’re like ‘um’ but they do and THEN:

Out pops 15. And I’m losing my fucking mind. 

Here’s the thing, gang. There is one sure fire way to make the new Doctor capture everyone’s heart, and that is apparently to let him interact with 14. Because everything that happens after this is incredible.

15 says “You're me. No, I'm me. I think I'm really, really me. Oh-ho-ho, I am completely me!” and he tells 14 to push, and they’re both like ‘will this work?’ and they’re laughing and they push against each other and they’re two separate entities and it’s amazing. 

14 obviously was all done up in his traditional suit (minus the coat) so now suddenly 15 is wearing the dress shirt, and the tie, and their charming little tightie whities, and the CONVERSES! And 14’s still got the pants, the undershirt, the vest, completely barefoot. I’m delighted and crying my eyes out. 

So apparently they’ve bi-generated, which is supposed to be a myth and 15 asks Mel what she thinks and she says “I think you’re beautiful” and 14 pipes up, “still beautiful?!” and it’s all so good but the Toymaker is exasperated and then both Doctor’s say “I challenge you to a game” but he doesn’t like that. He’d caused the bi-generation and he doesn’t want to play both of them but he can’t say no.

What follows is the highest stakes game of catch that has literally ever existed. 14 and 15 are ducking and bobbing and weaving and catching and it’s ridiculous but also so filled with tension; whoever drops the ball, loses. David Tennant is a 50-something year old spindly noodle and oh my god he’s just crushing the entire thing, I could watch this all day. 

But someone has to lose, and thank god, eventually it’s the Toymaker. They decide their prize is going to be banishing him from existence forever. He gets folded up into a little square of douchebag, shoved in a box, and left to rot in the deepest recesses of UNIT’s storage. 

And it’s wonderful! But 14 can’t help but think of all of the people that died. And here is where 15 worms into everyone’s heart for the rest of eternity: he reminds 14 that he can’t save everyone, and then he grabs him into a hug and he says “Come here. I've got you. Yeah? It's OK. I'm here” and he kisses 14’s forehead. 

It’s what the Doctor has always needed, but never got. A reminder from himself that what he does matters, that he’s good and he tries and it’s okay when things don’t go perfectly, but he does save people. He deserves acceptance from himself, and if he can’t give it in his own mind, he can get it from someone else who is literally him. It’s fucking beautiful.

They head back to the TARDIS and 14 shows 15 all the bells and whistles and 14 wonders how it’s going to work, the two of them? 15 makes him stop his anxious rambling, tells him “you're thin as a pin, love. You're running on fumes.” He keeps talking, about all of the things they’ve seen and done. The Pandorica, The Time War, losing River and Rose. The fact that Sarah Jane has died. 14 says, “I loved her” and 15 says “I loved her.” 

15 reminds him that they haven’t stopped, not for a second. But he’s fine, because 14 had fixed himself. He says “We’re doing rehab out of order.” And it’s true; 15 has taken in everything that Donna has been trying to get 14 to understand, he has the sweetness and the willingness to express his feelings that 14 finally learned, and now he’s putting his foot down, to himself. His old self. He’s telling 14 that he has to stop. 

But 14 doesn’t know how, and Donna tells him that he just has to exist, every single day, in and out. Over and over. And that’s the adventure. She says “I've worked out what happened. You changed your face... and then you found me. Do you know why?”

“To come home.”

If you didn’t lose it at that, you might need to examine your inner workings. It’s a punch to the gut. And it’s absolutely true. It’s the one thing the Doctor has never had, but now he can. And the way 14 asks “Do you mean…he flies off?” is so sad and small, and deflating, like he can’t imagine being pried away and made to stop and just be and exist. It’s terrifying for him. And he knows he can’t leave the TARDIS, it would hurt.

15 has an idea though, he thinks they might have a little bit of time, still being governed by a state of play, so he produces a sledge hammer and he hops out of the TARDIS, followed by 14 and Donna. 

He wields the hammer and he says “You get a prize, honey. And here is mine!” and he SWINGS against the TARDIS, and out pops another perfect little blue police box (and he runs a hand down the first one, saying “I’m sorry!”). Two TARDIS’s, two doctors. 

(I’m also swooning over 15’s use of endearments - love, honey - he’s gonna kill me.)

14 goes in to inspect the new TARDIS, he’s reverent almost, and it’s much the same, but it’s got a jukebox. He wanders back to his own TARDIS and 15 hops into the new one and powers her up and he’s definitely about to leave without a goodbye but 14 bounds back in with Donna to get what they’re owed. Which is hugs and a little sass. 15 says “off you pop, old man” and I love that, but they remind him he’s the older of the two now, so he says “Okay, kid. I love you. Get out!”

15 is full of the love the Doctor never gets to give freely, but he’s ready now, and I’m so excited to watch that unfold. It’s so perfect and beautiful that 14 is the one who gets to feel it first. Baby boy needs so much more, and he’s gonna get it.

And so, off they both go. 15 to his endless adventures, 14 to something even more scary.

The last scene is a dinner at Donna’s, wherein 14 is telling a ridiculous story about using his eyebrows to communicate (Crowley, Crowley, Crowley…) and it’s just banter and it’s so good. We find out that he’s taking Mel on little adventures in the TARDIS, even Rose a time or two. He says “Just can’t turn down my favorite niece” and oh, it’s so lovely. He says “That’s what you are. With my best friend, my brother-in-law, the evil stepmother, and mad auntie Mel.” 

The desperate wanderer, a man who has run for thousands upon thousands upon thousands of years in a multitude of faces, finally has a family. 

Donna tells him he doesn’t have to stay forever, and then she asks him if he misses it out there. And his face, oh y’all his face as he says “The funny thing is, I fought all those battles for all those years... and now I know what for. This. I've never been so happy in my life”, it’s EVERYTHING.

Never, not once, has the Doctor gotten this. Usually, things work out just enough that it barely soothes the pain of what was lost. Never has he won so fully, so completely. Donna restored, and the chance to finally relish what he’s been protecting for so long. And no one deserved it more than 10 and 14.

The Doctor doesn’t have to be all hard edges and fire and war and unrelenting motion. He can be soft and vulnerable and he can accept help and he can love. 

And I didn’t even realize I wanted to see that. Doctor Who is like letting yourself believe in a higher power, a little bit. Believing in a species that maybe isn’t beholden to all of the disgusting emotions we have to deal with, he’s strong when we can’t be. He’s strong all the time. But I don’t think I’ve ever connected as much to an arch as I did to this one. We can’t be strong all the time. No one can. 

Watching the Doctor stop, and be taken care of for once, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Catharsis, on all sides. For everyone. I needed all of that way more than I’m ever willing to admit.

No matter what’s going on in the real world, at least now, somewhere out there 14 is hanging out at Donna’s house, telling silly stories and helping cook dinner and teaching Rose a bunch of science she should never get her hands on, and that’s satisfying in a way I can’t explain.

Basically, I’m so thankful for Doctor Who. And I can’t wait to see what happens next…

[rqgnarok]

if requests are open, can i request jamie having a lightbulb moment realizing he’s into a male reader who’s very obviously shy/in love with jamie please? it doesn’t have to be that he realizes he likes guys but it could be? if you’re uncomfortable writing mlm relationships you can completely ignore this! no pressure ^_^ thank you!!

thank you for this! i've been itching to write jamie x m!reader! i hope you enjoy <3

"Don't get it, bruv," Isaac grumbles. "You buy 'em flowers, you take them to dinner, and they still won't get the hint. Women are fuckin' complicated."

"Men aren't exactly a walk in the park, are they?" Colin grumbles, his arm around Michael as his boyfriend presses a smiling kiss to his cheek, already familiar with this story. "This guy here spent months, months! Taking me out on dates before I realized we were dating."

"That might just be a you thing, hermano," Dani snickers, the guys laughing with him. "But I agree with Isaac. I always do the same when I have a crush on a girl: I make her a playlist of Mexican baladas and cook recipes from scratch. They never get the hint."

"Open communication is sexy," Michael pipes up behind his beer and murmurs of agreement fill the restaurant.

It's late, close to midnight, but Sam's always lenient enough to lend them the space for as long as they want. Everyone shares their own techniques of conquest: Rich gives them an expensive wine from his personal collection, Van Damme writes them notes about every little thing and leaves them scattered where they can find them, Jan Maas starts reading up on Dutch poetry.

At some point it's Jamie's turn to share, and he shifts a little in his seat at the sudden attention.

"Um, well," he stutters, playing with his napkin and ripping it into small pieces nervously. "I get touchy, I guess? Like, not in a creepy way, I just. More casual contact, you know? Like I'm drawn to them. And I laugh. I laugh a lot. Everything is funny, all of a sudden."

"That's everyone with a crush, though," Colin reasons. "There's gotta be something specific, no? Michael started wearing funny socks when we were dating, for some reason."

His boyfriend pipes up in offense, cheeks coloring. He says something about Colin listening to Britney Spears and binging The Kardashians when in love, which, for some weird ass reason makes sense.

Still, the momentary lapse in conversation isn't enough for the attention to slip off him, and Jamie keeps being badgered for information until he cracks. "Alright, alright! I guess I. I don't know, I. You know how I hate sharing my food. I guess I don't mind much when I'm... you know. In love and shit."

Finally, that's enough for the guys to move on to their next victim, but Jamie's thoughts stay stranded on his own answer. How did he know? He used to share plates with Keeley when they were dating, though his jaw would always clench a little in annoyance whenever she dipped in her fork without asking. It was a sanitary thing, really.

No, it was (Y/N) who sneaked into his mind when he said that. But that's different, ain't it? They've been friends forever, and it's different with guys, right? So what if Jamie doesn't care when he steals some of his chips or when he steals half of his sandwich when they're lazing around at his place? It doesn't have to mean anything.

But less than fifteen minutes ago he'd slapped Moe's hand away when he reached for chin chin out of Jamie's plate. And, like, Moe's his mate, Jamie would go to war for Moe, but still. Still.

"Shit," Jamie says softly to himself, the puzzle pieces inside his brain slipping into place. Again, a little louder. "Shit."

"What's wrong with you?" Isaac nudges his shoulder, quietly, thank God. Jamie can't bear to invite his entire team into his sudden romantic realization.

"Nothin', nothin'," he thinks about afternoons spent with (Y/N) in comfortable silence when everything else in the world was wrong; his mind too mean, the fans too opinionated, his efforts on the pitch not good enough. Fuck, Jamie has been a proper dumbass, hasn't he? "Just- I gotta go. There's somethin' I need to do."

He says his quick goodbyes and pokes his tongue out playfully when it gets a bunch of boos and disappointed whines from the guys. The cold Richmond air hits him full in the face as he leaves Ola's, brows furrowed as he texts.

hey u still up?

Jamie bites his lip as a response comes through seconds later.

yeah? Thought you were out w the boys tonight

His fingers hesitate before pressing down on the screen, fear be damned.

just left

any chance i can come over?

(Y/N)'s texts are quick, casual.

Of course. always

Everything okay?

Against all odds, Jamie smiles. He has a growing suspicion the night might turn out better than he ever hoped.

alls brilliant

ill be there in 20

[aemiron-main]

I Don’t Know What Those Stains Are: Eddie Munson, Edward Creel, and Genital Mutilation

So, after Henward gets Soteria removed & runs down the hall with El, the next scene is the scene with Eddie’s stained mattress

And as @heroesbyler pointed out, Soteria is very similar to chemical castration. Which connects the stained mattress scene to the concept of castration, as Soteria is so castration coded.

So, I’m staring directly at Eddie “Edward” Munson, who often delivers Edward Creel subtext. I’m staring at Eddie’s stained mattress, and the idea of genital mutilation regarding Edward Creel and a bloody lab bed as a result of that.

We’ve also got This line of dialogue from Robin before she climbs through the gate to land on the mattress:

Sound familiar? A guinea pig? One of the other animals most commonly experimented on besides lab rats??

And even further, I’m staring at the concept of bloody bedsheets being used to prove the virginity of a bride.

I’m staring at Brenner, treating Edward like some sort of creepy wife/all of the sexual assault imagery regarding Brenner and Henward, and Brenner trying to recreate Henward and the whole “bloody sheets/virginity” thing after Henward/Edward being forcibly operated on.

Speaking of wives, I briefly mentioned Eddie Gluskin on this reblog of @henrysglock ’s post, and the idea of Outlast being inspo for ST (especially with it being similar to Silent Hill, which is confirmed ST inspo, Outlast is basically Silent Hill with more added Hawkins Lab vibes), and Eddie Gluskin’s whole thing is performing very crude, forced sex change operations on men in order to make himself a wife, and he’s obsessed with the virginity of his “wives” and wants them to carry his children. He’s giving both Edward Creel and Brenner vibes, which makes sense considering that Vecna is likely somehow a mixture of Edward and either Richard Brenner or Martin Brenner.

We also have the wedding dress in the Creel attic- and when Victor looks at the dress, his voiceover talks about a “demon,” which is something very much associated with Henward- plus the fact that the shot goes from Victor turning on the light (which, the place where the lightbulb is, being RIGHT where vecna hangs in the US attic/right above where Henward sat in the attic with his spiders):

So yeah. Brenner is creepy as fuck and the Henward genital mutilation imagery just keeps showing up.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part III

WARNINGS: None, just fluff, Reader and Falk gets stuck in a dark basement together and cuteness ensues

Part II - Part IV

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You spent your entire night tossing and turning, unable to stop your mind from racing with thoughts of your night with Falk. Watching the sunrise outside your window you decided it was no use trying to go to sleep. You sat up with an exasperated sigh, deciding it would be better to get an early start to your day since you were already awake. You smiled as the pants you were wearing bagged at your ankles, the smell of him still dominating the clothes he gave you to wear. You decided you would change after breakfast, getting ready still too much of a hassle for your exhausted body. You were a bit surprised to see Falk sitting in the dining hall when you arrived, paperwork strewn across the table. You grabbed some breakfast and walked over to him. "Would it be alright if I joined you?" He looks up from his work, smile immediately spreading across his face when he sees that it was you standing in front of him.

"Of course, please." He motions to the empty seat across from him. He haphazardly paws at the papers in front of him, trying to give you some more room. "Sorry about that, it's usually just me in here at this time of day, it's a good time to do paperwork." He explains, tidying up the pile. "Which, given that I am usually alone here, makes me wonder how I got lucky enough to see you this early." He smirks slightly at your flustered expression.

"I was having trouble sleeping." You respond. It was true, however you conveniently decided to leave out the fact that he was the reason you couldn't get to sleep.

He lets out a soft hum at your response, "nights like that are never fun. If I'm being honest I was also up all night." He adjusts himself in his seat, moving himself a bit closer to you from across the table. "Guess we're both in for a long day." You exchange a smile. His eyes lit up as he remembered something, "I need your help after mass." You gave him a perplexed expression, intrigued by his statement. "There's some archived books in the basement I need for a meeting I have today with the high clergy. I was hoping you'd be able to assist me in finding them?"

"Of course." You respond a little too quickly. When Falk said you would have to go look through the archives in the basement you didn't consider what that would mean. You stood at the top of a staircase that plunged into darkness. You give him a concerned glance. "We're going down there?" He nods, causing you to curse under your breath.

"I'll be right by your side the entire time, I promise." He tries his best to be reassuring, offering you a small smile to hopefully put your nerves at ease. You looked back down the stairs and back at him.

"Is there at least a light?" You ask with an exasperated sigh.

"There's a pull cord at the bottom of the stairs." You nodded, cautiously starting your descent into the darkness below. Every creak of the steps below your feet caused your heart to race. You grabbed aimlessly for the light, letting out a startled yelp when you walked directly into the chord. The single lightbulb buzzed to life, bathing the room in a sickly yellow light. You looked over at Falk, who was currently trying to suppress laughter at you getting scared.

"Let's find what you need and get the hell out of here, it's creepy down here." You shiver, looking around at the cobweb covered shelves. When you had pulled about half of the texts he needed you decided to take a small break. You sat on the floor, thumbing through one of the books you had grabbed, finding the occasional picture within the pages of German text. Drawings of enormous beasts in the forests caught your attention. You jumped at the loud slam that came from the top of the stairs. You watched Falk's eyes widen as he raced up the steps. You heard him curse as his fist slammed against the door. He walked back down the stairs with a nervous look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"The-uh, the door is locked." You rushed past him, hoping this was some sort of joke. You were going to get up there and he was going to start laughing, he was just trying to scare you. You turned the knob only to find it stuck in place. Your forehead came to rest against the barrier with a dull thud. You heard a soft gasp from the bottom of the stairs. "My meeting later, they know I'm down here. When I don't show up they'll come looking for us."

"That's going to be hours from now." You snapped. He could tell by the time in your voice how distressed you were. "Your meeting isn't until late tonight." You thumped back down the stairs. "Let's at least find the rest of the texts you need if we have to be down here." You tripped slightly over a box, candles spilling out onto the floor. A warm hand found its way to your shoulder. You turned to face him, the most apologetic expression you had ever seen crossed his face. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the only bulb in the room exploding. "No, this can't be happening." Panic instantly grew in your voice. Not only were you trapped in the Abbey's basement but now you were trapped down here in pitch black darkness. You couldn't see an inch in front of your face down here. You felt yourself starting to hyperventilate as fear took over your entire body. Before you had a chance to attempt to sprint for the stairs Falk pulled you into his arms, crushing you against him.

"Relax, everything's okay, I got you." You fling your arms around him, trying to choke back sobs that were fighting their way from your throat. He gently ran his fingers through your hair, keeping you close until you managed to calm yourself down. "I told you I'd be right by your side the whole time didn't I?" You nod the best you could with your face pressed against his chest. He took your hand in his, shuffling around awkwardly in the darkness but never breaking physical contact with you. "I noticed you knocked over some candles earlier." He gently tugs you in the direction he was walking. You hurried closer to him, resting a hand on his back so you could tell where he was. "If we're lucky, candles mean…" he trails off as he digs around in the box. He makes a small triumphant sound. "Matches." A quiet scratch and pop was heard as his face lit up in the darkened room. He quickly lit a candle, giving the room at least some light. Seeing your tear stained face he reaches out for you. You leaned your cheek into the palm of his hand, his thumb wiping away a stray tear that was still left over. "I'm sorry I asked you to come down here with me."

You shook your head, "you don't need to apologize. I'm sorry I snapped at you." He pulls you into another tight hug.

"You're upset and scared, I didn't take it personally." You bury your face into his shoulder. "At least we're stuck down here together." He attempts to lighten the mood. You let out a weak laugh in response. "Would it help to take your mind off it? We have all these books, I could read to you if you'd like."

"It's just like we're in the library." You tried to focus on something other than the panic racing through your mind. Falk sat on the floor, tugging you down with him. The concrete floor was cold underneath you, not to mention incredibly uncomfortable. You shifted, trying to find a good way to sit.

"Come here." He moves you so you're sitting in between his outstretched legs, your back resting against his chest. "Better?" You nodded, now thankful for the dark basement, hopefully he wouldn't notice how flustered he had just made you. His arms wrapped in either side of you, holding the book open to allow both of you to read. His warm breath on your ear as he spoke caused a shiver to run down your spine. Thinking you were cold, Falk's arms wrapped around you a little tighter. He tried his best to keep your mind off of how creepy the basement was, putting on silly voices as he read to you. Story books passed down through generations until they ended up in these archives. Tales of monsters, witches, and other supernatural beings of the German countryside. His voice held an air of whimsy that left you hanging on his every word. Eventually you both gave up on reading, the two of you getting lost in conversation. You both were currently broke out in a fit of laughter, Falk completely giving up on finishing that story he was telling you. He wipes his eyes with the heel of his hand, still smiling brightly at you. You look at him with a gaze full of adoration.

“I really like being around you, Falk.” A tone of longing dripped from your words.

“Yeah?” You could see the pure disbelief in his eyes. “I’m glad… I like being around you, too.” His eyes glittered in the dying light of the candle as he gazed down at you. His arms now securely around your waist, your hands resting on top of his. He breaths out a laugh, “forgive me for being so forward, but-” You were both startled by the basement door opening.

"Falk? You down there?" A voice booms from the top of the steps.

"Charles, is that you?" You both scramble to your feet, almost tripping over each other in the process. You squinted as you stepped into the hall, even the dim lighting of the Abbey was too much for your eyes at first. You jumped back slightly, turning and almost running into a wall of a man that you were guessing was Charles.

"And who might this be?" Despite the aggressiveness of his accent there was an undeniably kind tone behind his words. "I don't believe we've met before." You were too stunned to speak, you had to practically look straight up to see his face. Falk placed a hand on the small of your back.

"Charles this is (Y/N)." He looks down at you, causing you to tear your eyes away from the giant before you. "This is Charles Greywolf, he's another member of the high clergy along with his brother Matthew."

He offers you a small nod, "pleasure to make your acquaintance. I take it you got stuck down there helping him prepare for our meeting." You nod. "Falk, why don't you and I go grab those texts. (Y/N), if you wouldn't mind, it would be a great help if someone could watch the door."

"We're going to need a light, the bulb finally went." Falk starts explaining everything to Charles as the two disappear into the basement. You leaned against the door, listening to them fumbling around in the dark. You wrapped your arms around yourself, already missing the comfort Falk provided. Each of them reappeared at the top of the stairs, stack of books in their arms.

“I’ll see you down in the hall. Take your time,” Charles' eyes flash over to you for the briefest of moments. “I’ll let Attila know why you were late.” Charles bids you farewell before disappearing into the halls.

“I unfortunately have to get going as well.” Falk states solemnly. His eyes trace over your features. “Can I take you to dinner tomorrow..? To make up for trapping you in the basement.” He clears his throat nervously, averting his eyes to the wall.

“I think I can fit you in.” You give him a teasing smile.

“How does 8 o’clock sound?” He takes a step to walk with you to your room before remembering he had a meeting to go to. You slowly began to part ways, miniscule steps to keep you in each other’s presence for as long as possible.

“That sounds perfect.” You smile at him, an expression he immediately returns. “Goodnight, Falk.”

“Goodnight.” Another small movement away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You give him an affirmative nod. He straightens himself up, giving you one more soft grin before heading to his meeting. Leaving you a smiling, blushing mess as you head back to your room for the night.

[fixeddawn]

Hi! How are you? I hope it's been good, I got a question for how you headcanon Bella's mental shield acting, is it more close to canon/books in a way that it's defensive or do you make it more offensive in your au.

Also, since it's canon that two vampires can have the same ability but it manifests itself completely different... How would you see another mental shield acting opposed to Bella's mental shield.

(BLESS YOU FOR GIVING ME THE EXCUSE

Bella's shield in my au is a little more...mobile?

Specifically, she actually begins experiencing things as a reaction to her shield while human, signifigantly after her 'clinical death' at the end of Moirai. (I figured if Alice can, why not Bella?) and later on when she starts to experience 'The Trauma's' in Clotho. I have an amazing scene written for Clotho that I haven't posted because I can't write the shit around it, SOMEDAY. While human, this FUCKS with Bella, like, constant nosebleeds, lightbulbs popping, seizures, migraines, body aches, weakness, her human brain just can't handle it, and eventually, it leads to an aneurism. Edward turns her during/after that.

AFTER vampirism, I write it much more like telekenesis, I call them 'bubbles' because I imagine her being able to wrap her shield around things and lift them. (Weight limits do apply) She actually does still experience 'headaches' if she pushes herself too hard, and it can drain her of energy in the way that she needs to feed way more often than a normal vampire if she's been pushing herself. As she gets, well, emptier, her powers get weaker. They have not experimented with what human blood would do to her powers, but she and Carlisle are being very fucking creepy about it and will absolutely experiment at SOME point.

I like the idea of her crushing an enemy vamp to powder in one of her bubbles.

She has successfully lifted emmett with her brain. He lost his goddamn mind.

For your second question, thats fascinating. I think there are a lot of really cool options! Esp. a shield in response to Bellas. I like the idea of it being a little more offense, but what if a vamp had not only a brain shield but an identity shield? a vampire where if you stare too long your brain starts to make things nonsensical, like derealization. It's very protective because no one actually knows what they look like, some ppl don't even think they're real. But they CAN turn it off. If Bella can't percieve it, how can she bubble it? idk, I love this stuff. Feel free to Dm me if you wanna chat about it.)

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Vapors 67

"Excuse me a moment, would you?" Tsunade drawled, neatly flicking open the blue wax seal on her newest missive with a fingernail.

The brat who had brought it didn't look pleased at the idea of waiting in her office, but he didn't do more than give a faint sneer, lifting half of his upper lip to showcase those freakish teeth that Mist seemed to have in spades.

'He's a cute kid until he smiles. It's like Mist has a monopoly on creepy people. Is everyone in Mist this disturbing-looking?'

She took a moment to imagine walking down a street full of people who looked like that. Tsunade shuddered.

'I could probably end their village in a generation if I mailed them bright lightbulbs and some condoms. The problem would pretty well solve itself.'

That was an idea to shelve for later. Right now they were on good terms with Mist. If in future they needed to use 'Plan Turn On the Lights', well. She had a few spares in the utility closet ready to be boxed up.

Tsunade unfolded the paper and leaned back in her chair to scan it, knowing perfectly well that the hidden ANBU guard lurking awkwardly in the hidden alcove by her bookcase would be making sure the Mist boy didn't twitch. She ran the tip of her tongue along her teeth as she read and settled down, breathing slowly through her nose. That positioning saved her from making an involuntary wheeze of amusement when she got to the line that indicated that Terumi Mei had a much better sense of humor than had been readily apparent.

'Holy…'

She sneakily glanced up to observe the light-haired boy in her office. Apparently, Terumi had reason to believe that the sneaky bastard who'd slunk into her village some time ago and pled for reinstatement had come into contact with one of Konoha's teams after escaping from Sound. It hadn't been phrased in exactly that way, but Mei didn't want to waste resources equipping and training the boy up if she was going to find out a month later that he'd offended Konoha enough that he would be the source of a diplomatic incident.

So she'd sent him with a missive she'd intended to get to Konoha anyway and added the postscript that Konoha could kill him if they wanted, but if not, then they should send him back with her response, thanks in advance for sending a speedy reply, with love from the Mizukage.

"Pft."

Suigetsu jumped a little, giving her a downright unnerved look. Apparently, he found her amusement more frightening than she did his teeth.

It was a nice thought. She intentionally gave a drawn-out giggle for good measure, watching the way he shivered from under her eyelashes. Ah. It was nice to put fear into the hearts of men. Being relegated to an office had made that experience so much harder to come by. The middle-aged secretary didn't even respect her anymore, much less find her intimidating.

"Shizune." Her voice was intentionally raised enough to summon her first apprentice from the next room over. "Take our guest to his quarters, please. Thank you for your hasty delivery. I will meet with you again when I have composed a reply. Feel free to explore the village."

As the slightly wild-eyed Mist nin followed Shizune out, Tsunade critically examined him. The way that he walked, the impression he'd given her… Well. She wouldn't be surprised if Terumi was correct. It wasn't hard to imagine that this 'Suigetsu' had managed to clash with Hatake's team. Hatake had a foot-long stick up his rectum about certain triggers and the Mist brat was exactly the type of idiot who would grate on his nerves.

Terumi was better at this game than Tsunade had given her credit for. She lost nothing with this move: if she was correct, then Mist had demonstrated transparency and loyalty to their new allies. If Suigetsu hadn't committed criminal action against Konoha, then Terumi had significant proof of his loyalty in that he'd been trustworthy enough to take a message giving Konoha permission to kill him. If the boy had been a spy or disloyal for whatever reason and indulged his curiosity, then he wouldn't have anything more than rumors to try to sell about Mist when he'd inevitably abandon the mission.

Since he hadn't jumped ship, the boy was either an absolute lunatic or reasonably trustworthy, meaning that Terumi could begin to capitalize on his worth as an actual trained successor of one of the Seven Swordsmen. Hell, maybe she'd give him Zabuza's sword. It was probably just sitting in a storage closet somewhere.

Actually… she didn't remember the name off-hand, but it had seemed like she did remember some sort of unresolved incident in the report from team Kakashi's border assignment a while back. Tsunade trailed off in thought, abruptly getting up and leaving her office to shuffle through the chakra-sealed file drawer (also secured with gravity seals that made the ability to casually assert thousands of pounds of force to open the drawer a must. Ah, it was good to be as brilliant as she was strong) with old A-class mission reports. Hatake's team had been deployed on the same C to B class mission as several younger teams, but they'd been also working as diplomatic liaisons, so they really should have been filed…

"Ahah!," she huffed under the breath, pulling the papers out and tugging off the yellow paperclip with enough force to accidentally tear the top sheet.

The sense of victory quickly fled. She closed one eye, tilted the paper, and even tried putting up so close to her face that it practically brushed her nose. The dust that had somehow accumulated already tickled at her sinuses, making her eyes water. Disgusted, she shoved the report back into place without bothering to clip it together and slammed the drawer shut.

It was no use. Hatake's handwriting was just so appalling that she couldn't pick anything out without a fresh verbal de-briefing to help her look for familiar bits and put things together into an interpretation that made sense. What an ass.

She had no choice. It was time to call on the big guns.

"Keeiiikooooo," she tilted her head back and howled pathetically, pigtails tumbling off her shoulders with the movement.

After a long moment, where her secretary was probably mulling over the life choices that had led her to this low point, she heard the long-suffering, "Hai, Hokage-sama?"

"Have someone bring Hatake here. He needs to be scolded." She paused as if in thought. "I'll need coffee before he gets here". Her shoulders slumped inward. "Hurry on that, we probably only have four hours after he's summoned until that reject actually shows his pointy face," she muttered bitterly under her breath. Cheery. There was nothing like waiting on her own damn peons to put her in a good mood.

She could use the time to contemplate the other information she had to take into consideration. Despite the fact that the reports were garbled, it was generally public knowledge that Konoha had acquired the Hiraishin yet again. (Granted, if she hadn't known it to be true, Tsunade would have called it an idiotic rumor). All the rumors had one thing in common—they made it clear that there was a strong association between the Kazekage and the incident in question.

Even without any real evidence, Terumi Mei had apparently been paranoid and miffed enough to come to the correct conclusion that Sabaku no Gaara had been gifted with a Hiraishin seal… and wanted one herself. Tsunade could practically see the pout behind the carefully selected words tactfully meandering along the line of 'asking but not actually asking because that would weaken Mist's position'.

If the reader was an emotionally incompetent twit like one of Danzo's pets, Terumi's words could be construed as merely remarking on the many amazing potentials for instantaneous information transfer between allied nations and just what a shame it would be for Mist to lose their vulnerable, barely trained jinchuuriki after Konoha had so kindly helped them seal the turtle demon. As a point of professional pride, the seal-master in question would probably be severely put-out at such a turn in events, Terumi wheedled with a deplorable lack of subtlety.

'The miserable hag is right, in a way.' Irritably, Tsunade pursed her lips and blew her bangs out of her face. She didn't care much for Mist, but they were allies. Even if they weren't, few people were taking the Akatsuki threat seriously. They should work with the ones that did. A few days after the attack on Suna, the Kazekage had called for a summit to address the issue.

Tsunade had answered. Terumi had reluctantly answered. Rock hadn't bothered to reply at all. And Cloud's Raikage had gone to the trouble of telling Gaara not to bother the international community with his personal problems and assert that he should come back when his balls had dropped. It had been the badly-spelled diplomatic missive heard around the world. Ouch.

In other words, they should probably give up hope for an international man-hunt. Pity, that. She rather liked the idea of sharing the burden. Annihilating those animals would be much more plausible with equal cooperation. Konoha and their allies couldn't do it on their own.

Despite being the largest alliance, the alliances' enemies in Cloud and Rock were actually currently the strongest individually of the great villages. Mist was recovering from a revolution and a decade best described as 'bloody', Sand had a teenaged Kage and the legacy of twenty-something years of poverty, and Konoha hadn't managed to recover the kind of S-class monstrosities that they had lost in various stupid circumstances—to the Kyuubi, to grief, to suicide, and to their own ambitions—that would have allowed them to carry their allies' weight. Konoha was in the best position by far, but they had to direct resources to internal problems, restructure in the wake of an administration shift, and finish building up the bit of momentum they had finally regained after the Kyuubi's devastation.

If it hadn't been for that moronic invasion… Tsunade scowled, rapping her nails on her desk in poorly hidden irritation.

Terumi was right to worry. She didn't have the strength to protect her child-jinchuuriki when Akatsuki came calling. Putting a Hiraishin seal on the little bastard so that he could be yanked out of hot water would probably end up saving his life.

'Of course, it also means putting more on Aiko's plate,' Tsunade mused, considering her options. On one hand, the child had gotten herself into that mess by giving a seal to the Kazekage. Refusing to do the same for the Mizukage could result in diplomatic strain, and she certainly didn't intend to let a teenager be the impetus for another pain-in-the-ass meeting when she had other things to be doing.

She also had the odd feeling that Terumi had come to the right conclusion about the seal master in question for all the wrong reasons—the missive had indicated that the Mizukage definitely did not believe the prevalent rumor that Yamato was the one with the Hiraishin. Of course, if Tsunade hadn't lied to the other woman about Aiko's fuinjutsu training and exaggerated her experiences just sliiiiightly when she was trying to accommodate their unilateral refusal to have Jiraiya in their country even when begging Konoha for aid, Terumi would probably have taken that rumor at face value. Her choice of messenger said she hadn't—it was almost certainly not a coincidence that she'd sent a hunky, slightly older boy to escort Konoha's sealing expert to Mist if Tsunade was agreeable to giving Terumi a seal.

'I suppose that grumpy, one-eyed fuck she uses as a bodyguard was just too busy for a mission like this,' Tsunade mocked internally.

No. Terumi was probably hoping to capitalize on the real power of youth: hormones and inexperience. If Tsunade didn't have him taken into custody, this 'Suigetsu' would probably do his level best to flirt Aiko's pants off and convince her that she wanted to stay in Mist. Terumi was doubtlessly waiting with champagne and a party hat, ready to offer one gullible teenager anything she wanted if she would only defect to Mist (technically not a crime while they were allied, if the girl thought to give an official resignation). Aiko might even be enough of a chump to fall for it: manipulating using attraction was a cliché because the ploy was effective. She hadn't had either the experience or training in honey-pot type missions that would prepare her to spot and avoid the gambit.

'I should get her into sex-specific training soon, but that will have to come after this mission is over. Luckily, I do know the very best party-pooper. I really would like to see romance bloom in the air with that stick in the mud hanging around.'

"Hokage-sama? Your appointment is here."

"I was just thinking about you," she sweetly informed Hatake when he deigned to meander in. He gave her a suspicious, one-eyed glare that implied he wasn't optimistic enough to think that she'd been thinking about giving him a bonus and sending him on vacation. "Tell me, does the name 'Suigetsu' ring any bells, and do you think I should kill him?"

The twitch in his fingers was getting worse. Suigetsu scowled at a passing woman. Her brown eyes widened, and she scooped up her daughter into the crook of her elbow and hustled away with an awkward clop of delicate heels on the rock path.

'I could follow her home and open that bitch up from ribs to hips. Spill her blood all over her prissy carpeted floor, I bet.'

The thought was tantalizing. Sure, civilians weren't the same kind of thrill to cut apart as a shinobi who could actually fight for their lives, but they screamed so much better. He shuddered just remembering the pleasurable thrill. Killing was as good as fucking.

Suigetsu licked his lips, feeling thirsty. He hadn't killed anyone in days. Mist wasn't the way he'd remembered at all: the first time he'd killed someone on the training fields just to see him bleed, he'd been brought in for a fucking disciplinary hearing. And it was definitely looking like there wouldn't be a good chance to wet his blade in Konoha either. Pity.

'emI'm so sick of waiting.'/em/p

With a grunt, he pushed his way into the crowd, intentionally jarring anyone who looked at him funny with his shoulders. He really couldn't kill anyone here, but they couldn't kill him or do jack to him either. Diplomatic immunity and all that shit. That did give him a certain amount of leeway to try to take out his aggression in other ways.

A bell jingled with irritating cheer as the door opened on—was that really a sweet shop? In a shinobi village? Suigetsu gaped in disbelief, barely collecting himself in time to bare his teeth and send the children who'd just poured out into the street flinching away from him.

'What a fucking joke. Kids that age should be learning to kill, not stuffing their fat fucking faces with candy. Are they serious? There's something very wrong with this place.'

A girl who looked to be about eight grabbed a smaller girl's hand and steered away from him, giving a surprisingly pissy glare at a nin three times her size. Suigetsu snorted in approval, casually kicking his foot out to trip one of her companions. He didn't turn his head to see the brat start to yowl and snuffle.

He'd already mulled over this mission. Of course it was a sign that Mei-chan was warming up to him: it was stupid to trust one person to get a missive across the continent unless that person was very strong. He was qualified for that, but this diplomatic bullshit? It just wasn't his style. He was much more suited to killing people than to charming them, although he could be charming if it suited his purposes.

Then again, being charming might be his best recourse. This mission did conveniently put him in the same village as that redheaded bitch who'd killed Zabuza, though. If he could find her, he'd pump her for information.

Suigetsu didn't suppress the immature snicker that thought brought up. He cracked himself up sometimes.

He wasn't entirely serious on that. It was always a bad idea to fuck around with enemy kunoichi… then again, Konoha wasn't exactly an enemy right now. They still weren't Mist, he reminded himself. The only people he could really trust were his comrades, and he didn't have those now. That was why he needed to rebuild the swordsmen.

It always came back to that. That was why he was here—or why he hadn't protested this mission, anyway. He hadn't heard so much as a whisper about Zabuza's blade, which meant that the bitch wasn't using it. 'As if she could,' he snorted. It took an extraordinary amount of strength to wield one of the legendary swords. It could be in Konoha's custody, in which case being on good terms with the chump who'd brought it in could only help his case.

His normal modus operandi would be to overpower her and beat the information he needed out of her. But that would pretty well fuck-up the professional attitude he'd been grudgingly portraying. Suigetsu wasn't interested in sabotaging his own work and wasting his time.

So he'd have to be comparatively subtle. Unfortunately, he would also have to rely on luck to an extent. He already had a lie prepared—that he wanted to thank her for saving his life in that Sound mess—but he couldn't actually go and hunt her down. Even if he was familiar with Konoha, he didn't know where the bitch lived. No matter how incompetent these people were, they wouldn't humor a foreign nin asking how to find one of their citizens.

That meant he just had to hope he'd run into her. He could increase his chances of that by spending a lot of time going around Konoha. He definitely wouldn't find her in his assigned quarters or with the big-tittied Hokage.

With some difficulty, Aiko swallowed around her swollen and painful tongue. Breathing was surprisingly difficult under her stupid mask—the porcelain obstructed her nose slightly, and her tongue kept threatening to block off her throat.

She was a little disoriented and faint-feeling. The feeling had been getting a little better since she'd left Danzo, but the seal digging into her being and anchoring her chakra along certain lines was more than a bit distracting.

Perhaps it would have been better if she'd been less aware of her own chakra and how it was being entangled with Danzo's.

'I'm probably doing a shit job of my real task,' she thought, stiffly readjusting her posture. 'If some ambitious lunatic comes soaring in through the window to assassinate Tsunade, I'll probably only notice when she pounds them into the carpet.' Her attention had been wandering in the last few hours since she'd started her shift. Normally she would have been fascinated and been occupied with trying to piece together the threads of intrigue that Tsunade was weaving.

Today was not a normal day. She felt fevered and strange and had barely even remembered when she had replaced ANBU squirrel. Aiko did dully note that Kakashi was in the office, but the conversation was quiet and she didn't strain to listen in. It was all the she could do to maintain consciousness and a minimum level of alertness.

'You would think that Danzo wouldn't want to compromise his own people's abilities,' she thought sourly.

To be fair, the seal may not affect less aware users that way. Aiko had been paying attention while the damn thing went on as best as she could. It was impossible to actually see at the time: it was on her tongue, after all. But she had been able to see the stamp like tools with ink-filled needles that he had jabbed her with and then activated with chakra before jabbing the next 'stamp'. The process had been polished to perfection with the ease of repetition. Frankly, she was impressed.

She was also a little nervous. Her counterseal would definitely not work on this seal. 'Well, it could,' she corrected in the interest of fairness. 'But only if I overpower the hell out of it and don't mind that my tongue is going to end up severely burnt.'

That was definitely last- resort. A good medic-nin could repair that kind of damage, but she'd prefer to have a better seal ready.

Danzo was a paranoid old coot. She had been right about the primary seal at least: the bits that served to actually enslave the sealed agent weren't very complicated at all. He hadn't put a lot of time and love into that seal. She was at least satisfied in her analysis there: if she brute-forced her way through the bars, she could easily pick that apart. The locking mechanism was Danzo's real baby. It had been a massive pain in the ass to use mathematical sealing to pull those bars apart, and now she knew why: they weren't solid bars. She had been running algorithms again and again until she found one that gave an answer that just happened to resonate closely to the real, three-pronged problem's answer.

The seal that Danzo had put on her himself was actually four interlocked pieces. Not two, as she had hypothesized. Definitely not two pieces. The first piece was the actual enslaving agent, combining various behavioral control concepts. The other three were all locks that combined to form a fourth lock—making the Root tongue seal a five-piece seal written with four seals. That man was as brilliant as he was mad. She wanted to make something as tricky as that one day.

'At least I know why I had such a hard time picking apart those stupid bars covering the primary seal.'

What a drag.

An increase in volume jolted her back to the real world. Aiko bit her lower lip, trying to stay focused, despite the fact that all she could see was Kakashi's stiff back, blocking Tsunade's desk and face. 'I wonder what I missed? Kakashi does not seem happy.' His voice always got low and growly and hard to understand when he was upset. 'Well, that's not strictly true,' she corrected herself. 'When he's really angry… It's more of a cold, detached anger.'

"-end badly."

Tsunade was much easier to understand. Lovely diction and enunciation, that woman had. Aiko appreciated that.

"Unless you're rescinding your earlier judgment that we don't need to kill the brat, then yes. It does have to. At least we know what Terumi is planning, and the two of you can handle him if something happens on the way to Mist. Better the simpleton we know than someone more dangerous that we aren't as familiar with."

Grudgingly came the, "Hai, Hokage-sama," after a long moment where Kakashi seemed to sullenly contemplate throwing his papers to the ground and stomping out.

'Man, I really should have been paying attention. This sounds like it was an interesting conversation.'

Aiko rolled her neck, tilting her head down nearly to touch her shoulder. Oh well. It was too late now.

At least she had the comfort of knowing just how damn good the seals disguising her presence in that alcove were. Kakashi almost certainly knew there was an ANBU guard there, but he didn't seem to have recognized her. She ran her fingertips against the humming seals, taking a moment to pick apart their components. They weren't so complicated. She could replicate these.

'Could they be used on an item like my mask to obscure my chakra signature whenever I put it on? That would be useful for keeping my identity quiet around people who know me and for just plain hiding in general. I can't see why the seal would have to completely surround the user like it does here in order to work. Close contact really should be enough for it to function properly…'

That might be a nice addition to her home security. The way that she could come and go with Hiraishin would be apparent to any strong sensors who paid attention. It would be better if no one knew when she was and wasn't home. It was hardly her biggest problem, of course, but it was one that she could easily address today. It wasn't possible to totally revamp her home security in one day. The more complicated that the protections became, the more difficult and draining it would be to tie in new additions.

As soon as her shift was over and ANBU walrus came to replace her, Aiko settled on her bed with her sealing diary and sketched out the chakra muffling symbols that she had familiarized herself with during her shifts. She sketched out what she remembered seeing of the 'stamps' Danzo had used on her while she was at it. Unfortunately, her memory on the second part of the locking seal was a bit distorted and she'd missed the third altogether. By that time, she'd been woozy with the supremely uncomfortable sensation of the seal digging into her chakra system.

"At least I remember the first part," she muttered, struggling to get down her vague remembrance of the middle section. By simple elimination, she could reconstruct the rest of the seal with a little work.

Aiko couldn't help but notice that this exercise invalidated one of her hypothesis—she was definitely not barred from working on reverse engineering the seal. 'Not that I would know how to make a seal capable of such a thing myself. Maybe it's not even possible for a seal to sense preparation to make a counterseal. If the seal were binding enough to restrict such a thing, it could very well prevent me from learning any number of useful skills that could be used against Root or Danzo.'

She gave an ugly snort, barely lifting her pen in time to prevent a mistake on her design. It had been a large oversight on her part to forget that Danzo couldn't possibly forbid his operatives to learn skills that could be a danger to him when the whole reason he had a secret organization was combat-oriented.

With a squint, she envisioned how the tentative second seal would overlay the first, and what spaces it would leave for the third piece to fill in.

"Well, that can't be right," she said dryly, noting that her current version would have the third part completely failing as a locking mechanism independently. It would be easy to convert to a failed explosive seal, however. How useful. Exploding tongues would be so easy to weaponize.

Frustrated, she leaned back into her pillows and flipped to the earlier page, biting her lip. 'May as well make the first addition to my home security while I'm working on seals'. Using her recently scribed copy as a reference, Aiko copied the seal at intervals throughout the apartment, both in blood-tinted ink hidden under rugs with her other seals and invisible chakra webs on the walls that she smudged and wove into the pre-existing sealing network.

The same seal went onto the inside of her mask, beginning what would eventually be a looping structure around the rim. She would probably think of other modifications that she wanted. It would be nice to have any little help that she could while on her most dangerous missions.

'It would probably make sense to strengthen the actual mask before I do anything else, so that all the work I put into modifying it isn't wasted the first time someone thumps me.'

That bracingly logical thought in mind, she scrabbled through her seal diary for the mundane, basic seal that would make a physical object much harder to break. She'd never used it before, but perhaps she should make more regular use of that and seals like it on her equipment… Aiko got together a large pile of her equipment, both ANBU and regular, and went through piece-by-piece adding reinforcing seals. By the fifth piece, she had it mastered well enough to accomplish it with a chakra pulse instead of ink. By the twentieth, it very suddenly became clear that the sealing she had been doing over the last hours had been fighting a war of attrition against her chakra levels while she hadn't been paying attention.

"Ugh, my head." Aiko pressed her eyes shut and her forehead into her palms, bringing her feet up to rest on the bed so she could curl into her knees. "I think I made too many seals at once."

Using the chakra pulse was much faster, but it took much less out of her than using prepared ink did. Of course, it wasn't like the ink had no physical toll—it required her blood, for kami's sake— but that dizziness was generally unconnected from the experience of sealing because she didn't mix the ink at the same time that she used it.

"I'll do the rest of my equipment later." She blinked heavily at the enormous pile of crap that she had grabbed in her ambitious tour around the house for things to seal. It was covering enough of the bed that it would prevent her from laying down. She should really put it away.

"Maybe later." Aiko braced herself with her left palm on the covers and used her right arm to sweep the accumulated pile directly onto the floor with an ugly series of indignant thumps and clatters.

Guiltily, she glanced up at the doorway before remembering that she lived alone 'I can act like a barbarian now without anyone judging me.'

Smiling vaguely, she sunk down into the mattress and wiggled awkwardly to tug the blanket out from underneath her body enough to pull it over. Her bed was so warm, and so soft, and she was so very tired.

The next thing that she knew was the discomfort of a hand tightly gripping her wrist.

Aiko gritted her jaw, heart thumping and moved to sweep out the feet of the man in her bedroom—which brought her to the realization that she was standing… with a kunai in the hand being restrained… and that she was fantastically unsuccessful in knocking down the intruder because Kakashi stepped over her leg casually, giving her an unimpressed look all the while.

Her face burnt.

"Ah, sorry!" She drew her arms back the instant that he released her wrist. "Did- did you try to wake me?"

Oh god, how embarrassing. At least she still had lethal reflexes when someone actually approached her, but she really should be able to wake up when someone entered her living space or called out to her.

"Yes." His uncovered eye pointedly wandered over the mess in her room. "You must have been tired."

Aiko met his gaze steadily, refusing to look as shamed as she was tempted to feel. She was an adult. If her own room was a little messy, it was no one's business but her own. "Is something wrong?"

"No, but we have a time sensitive mission." He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away, instantly looking a hundred times less lethal. "Pack for at least a week. The Mizukage wants a Hiraishin seal, for herself and for her jinchuuriki if you're willing to take on another charge. Lucky you, you get to be the emergency communication system."

She snorted. "Does that increase in clearance come with a bump in pay?" she asked sardonically.

It took a moment to realize that something was wrong when she didn't get a reply. He… he was almost always in the mood to banter, even if it was biting. Awkwardly, Aiko cleared her throat.

Kakashi paused in the doorway. "We're required to travel with a representative from Mist. I don't trust him. Watch your back, and don't share anything remotely sensitive."

"Hai, captain," she reflexively responded to the tone of command. The reply surprised even her—since when did she call him 'captain'?

'It's not like 'sensei' or 'shishou' are really accurate anymore,' she justified internally.

His head twitched as if he was considering turning to bring up the same question, but instead Kakashi strode out into the hallway and closed the door.

"Be at the east gate in ten minutes."

[liquorisce]

Tengoku Daimakyou rereads, Chap 2 & 3

cw: SPOILERS!!

One of the things I loved about this series is the worldbuilding. Inside the academy, the utopia or heaven as they call it, in chapter 1, we have one world. And in chapter 2 we are introduced to the "Outside" which looks to be a post apocalyptic wasteland.

here we meet kiruko and maru, who look like wanderers or treasure-hunters at first glance. maru refers to kiruko as "sis". they wander into a couple of houses, the second of which is nicer, where they find a decaying bodies of a couple on the bed, who seem to have died holding hands. this scene reminds me so much of the last of us. i have a niggling feeling that we might find out who these bodies belong to. maybe i'll have a lightbulb moment later lol.

as maru continues exploring he remarks that the house probably belongs to rich people and we see a plaque stating: nawashiro syndicate. again, idk if this is foreshadowing something.

after a failed cooking experiment, where kiruko uses some leaves to flavour the food but it ends up being too bitter, they try to get some sleep. maru then asks if the people who died here ended up having to eat other humans because there was no food. i wonder if this is just a theory or if this is meant to be a hint about the psyche of hirukos and why they eat man-eaters. it's probably a stretch.

we then get some back story on kiruko. she is looking a pictures of 2 men that she carries with her, and maru asks if they're her lovers. by this point we get some hints of maru's attraction to kiruko, which largely feels like coming-of-age feelings, boy meets girl and they travel together for a common cause and they have awkward situations like walking into a toilet when the other is doing their business (bc there's no door), they sleep closeby etc. kiruko refers to herself as maru's bodyguard, although maru says that she is welcome to leave and that he will be fine on his own (in a nice way).

we are then introduced to our first monster:

it's pretty horrifying to look at it, eyes on it's neck, and is that a foot coming out of its neck too?? anyway, there are some theories about this monster, but we'll get to it in later chapters. i personally haven't seen the hints yet.

as maru and kiruko decide where to head in their journey, they came across a group of 3 bandits. the bandits try to attack them (some creepy, sexual connotations here) and bc they think maru and kiruko are women (both maru and kiruko declare that they are guys), they say, "we'll take you to heaven." it turns into a confrontation and kiruko ends up scaring them off with her weird shaped gun. eventually she threatens them and asks them to take her to the heaven that they were talking about.

Chap 3

As the kiruko forces the men to lead them towards heaven, the men speculate about the gun. we learn from maru then that the gun takes 30 seconds to fire, and that ammo is precious.

i found this panel very interesting. one of the bandits states that maru and kiruko must be part of the "lawless generation." maybe this is just world building 101 but i love the way that Ishiguro sensei slowly introduces details of their circumstance. Along with the scenery of dilapidated buildings and corpses and bandits and monsters, it's clear that something changed some years ago, post which society has essentially become lawless. people, even children, have no qualms with killing.

the bandits lead them to a place which was probably once a facility. here we can tell that kiruko has experience living in this world and negotiation with scumbags and she threatens to kill them if they don't let her use the generator to charge her gun. nice of her to ask lmao.

it's clear that kiruko and maru are interested in something to do with "heaven". but when kiruko asks them, one of the bandits say:

now we know that something called "the fall" has probably triggered events that have led to the state of the world. it's nice to pick up on this detail this time around bc i definitely didnt pay attention to this when i watched the show. in later chapters/ eps there are more hints about what really happened, and i still am not 100% sure if an asteroid has hit the earth or what is called the jeweled spear of heaven.

From the bandits they learn about a place that grows tomatoes, that kiruko jokingly names tomato heaven. think again of the tomatoes in the academy that we saw last chapter, it seems to be a clear correlation. after getting some hints about where to go, they set out to leave. when they find out that kiruko was charging her gun, and didnt have actual ammo to threaten them, they try to attack her again (unsuccessfully). as they leave, they remark about how kiruko was acting brave because her brother was there (insinuating that they would have tried to assault her otherwise). but her brother was always covering her blind spots.

says something about how protective maru is of kiruko (and also vice versa).

as they head out, the scene changes to the academy with children (heaven). tokio is talking to tarao (the sick child, who is now on a wheelchair). tarao agrees that there is something outside of the academy.

he is suspicious of what goes on past doors where only teachers are allowed to enter, and where their food comes and goes, what's in the vents etc. when tokio mentions the beasts, tarao asks if that isn't just to scare the kids away. smart kid!!!!!

tarao then asks if tokio likes mimihime to which tokio responds innocently. i find this interesting because tokio probably doesn't understand the intention of tarao asking this. tarao then gets violently sick, and dark spots begin to appear on his arms. before tokio can notice or ask about them, tarao pulls his sleeves down and says he will go back inside by himself.

while tokio is walking back she spots two girls kissing amidst the trees. it confuses her. then she runs into kuku who is flaunting the new drawing that kona gave her. this makes tokio jealous because kona had promised all his drawings to her, earlier.

this is probably the first time tokio realises she is jealous.

this whole scene between tokio, kona, kuku and mimihime is so precious. the little girl lesbians in the forest, too. children going through their feelings without much awareness of what they are. without the ugliness of the outside world telling them what to think.

in the background we see shiro looking outside the window, noticing mimihime's casual interactions (and touch) with tokio and kona. the parallels are so beautifully done.

later in her room, tokio is staring at the drawings on her wall, all made by kona.

i have no idea what it all really means, perhaps i should make a reddit post for that lol. maybe children sharing one mind? the world turning upside down? two children from one embryo (that seems to be clear foreshadowing)? winged angels in the sky (seems to be about asura)? and i have no idea what the top right image is, lol. if anyone knows, please tell me.

the chapter ends with a suspicious message from mimihime, on shiro's phone showing a picture of her nude, taking a bath. i have no idea how he gets this? I can't remember if it was hinted at in future chapters.

is he being a creep and has he set up some monitoring device in her bathroom? i dont think so + i think in future chapters he tries to ask her about it and she's clueless, i'm not sure. sounds like some cheesy porn plot lol

was this sent to shiro by meena?? perhaps this something else to ask the redditors.

[kittenfangirl20]

*Adam was having so much fun as Adaline, it had been so long since he had been on Earth and it surprised him how much it changed*

Adaline: I want a motorcycle when we get back back to Hell and I think Cain would love one too.

Lucifer: You did look quite sexy on one.

*Adam paused and saw three little cherubs, one in particular stood out, Cletus, Adam grit his teeth in annoyance, Cletus thought he was better than Adam because he had always been an angel while Adam was a human who was turned into an angel, so Cletus made Adam do all sorts of degrading jobs for him, like killing spiders that got into his bathtub or changing his lightbulbs, Adam felt as urge to punch that cherub freak, but he also wondered what he was doing on Earth*

Lucifer: What would you like to do now?

Adaline: There is so much I want to do, I want to go to a zoo, I want to a musical, I want to try all types of human foods that are neither in Heaven or Hell.

Lucifer: We can do it all.

*Lucifer’s heart melted when he saw Adam as Adaline smile, when he saw that smile he wanted to make Adam happy, it almost made him think of how excited Adam would get in Eden, they then went to the zoo*

Collin: Why are they going to the zoo?

Cletus: They want to slaughter the animals in front of innocent children and eat them to make children cry.

Keenie: Those monsters.

*they watched the couple closely at the zoo and so far the animals weren’t being slaughtered and devoured*

Collin: It seems like Lilith just wants to see the animals and she really liked feeding the giraffes, in fact it used to quite cute.

*Lucifer went to get snow cones for him and Adam*

Keenie: Look at that disgusting display.

Collin: Snow cones?

Cletus: The syrup is probably human blood.

*Collin was confused, they could feel the demonic energy, but he didn’t get what Cletus and Keenie saw, because all Collin saw was a couple that were just really in love with each other and were on a vacation, but Cletus had to open his big mouth and say they were Exorcists which Collin found creepy especially their leader, Adam, who was very loud, liked to dress up as a demon, and played rock music at all times, yet he was declared God’s greatest creation and Sera had basically adopted him and called him her Starlight which was a very cute nickname for someone Collin found creepy, Keenie on the other hand had a major crush on Adam because he was so handsome, and Cletus looked down upon Adam, honestly Collin was shocked that Adam never punched Cletus*

Adaline: I want to see the lions.

*Adam grabbed Lucifer’s hand so they could run to the lion exhibit*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Queen Adam AU Part 10)

*every couple centuries it became fashionable for high ranking demons of Hell to travel to Hell disguised as humans, they liked seeing how far humanity progressed in one way or another and now was thar time in Hell where it was fashionable*

Stolas: You really weren’t thinking of taking Adam to see Earth? I would think he would be interested in it, he did kick start humanity after all.

Lucifer: That is a good point, he deserves to have fun.

Stolas: Then you should do that for him, he deserves to have fun.

*Lucifer returned home, he saw Adam relaxing on the couch playing some video games, when Adam saw him, he paused the game and smiled at him*

Adam: How was your day?

Lucifer: It was nice, I was thinking of going on a vacation with you.

Adam: To where?

Lucifer: To Earth.

Adam: How are we going to do that, as fallen angels we would stand out on Earth.

*Lucifer snapped his fingers*

Lucifer: ALAKAZAM!!!!!!!!!

*Lucifer became what he would have looked like if he was a human, he now had fair skin and his eyes were blue like when he was an angel*

Adam: Bad ass, can you do that for me?

Lucifer: Of course I can love. Question is, do you want to look like a man or woman?

Adam thought about it for a moment: Woman, let's give it a go.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and Adam now wore a human disguise as a woman with long beautiful curves, long flowing brown hair that reached his waist, large breasts and a nice ass that were all Adam.

Adam: Wow, hey even my voice is different.

Lucifer: Yes it would sound funny if you still had your normal voice. What's your woman name going to be my dear?

Adam: Why not Adaline?

Lucifer: A name as beautiful as you. Now there is a catch. Since I'm the one disguising you, it's important you stay close. No more than 60 feet away. After that your appearance will start to go back to normal.

Adaline: Okay I'll stay close by. Thank you Luci this will be so fun!

Lucifer: Shall we my dear?

Adaline: We shall.

Adaline took Lucifer by the arm as a portal opened up and they walked onto the sandy beach of earth.

[nenestansunsthings]

reblog this one actually it's much brighter

[ssickabit]

Dunno if you’re a caratstay like me but…. Just IMAGINE a bangchan x seungcheol threesome🥵🥵 ugh my two fav leaders EVER! also my biases from their respective groups!🥰 bangchan and coups BEST LEADERS!!! >.< 🥺😖😢💕💓💗💖💘💞💕💘💖💗💖

but goodness that’d be SO intense. im usually a soft stan but sometimes all I want is for two sexy, masculine, muscular, virile men like them to RAVISH my fragile holes and devour the hell out of me until i reach transcendental states and I can’t walk the next day 🥺 and then they carry me around like a bride and tell me that im such a good girl to them 🥺

imagine that bangchan is your sweet, wholesome husband. and single dad!seungcheol as his lovely best friend. seungcheol has always had a lowkey crush on you since chan introduced you to him. and he was a little sad that channie found u first. but he always remained happy for the two of you even after marriage. he never wants to start drama, come across as creepy, or interfere with anyone’s happiness. one day, seungcheol finally has the guts to tell him this and bangchan smiles, appreciating his honesty. the conversation goes on for a while. eventually, it turns rated r and that’s when bangchan has a lightbulb moment - a threesome!!!!

once you come home after a long day of shopping with ur besties (and using chan’s credit card to buy everything😉), he talks to you about the visit seungcheol made earlier that day and everything that went down. he asks about the possibility of a threesome. hearing such raunchy words exit his mouth gives u the goosebumps. you respect seungcheol and would trust him to have safe, loving sex with u and chan. and u are completely down for it…

cheol visits your guys’ house every few days and takes things slowly. chan and cheol want to make sure that you’re safe and don’t get hurt 🥺 massaging your body with almond oil and kissing you all over…and then experimenting with fingering, toys, and oral on you, and eventually getting rougher as time goes by 🤭

you love the feeling of two hot dilfs treating you like a princess and tell you that you’re such an amazing, obedient little angel for being able to take two cocks at the same time 🥰 cheol in your mouth and chan in your pussy. two wholesome dilfs who transform into ravenous beasts whenever they’re in bed with you….always wearing pretty pink lingerie that makes you seem innocent…yet not so innocent…..you’re a delectable little sweetheart to them. they’d worship your body like a goddess and revere you like there’s no tomorrow…

and sometimes they say things like “i guess our princess can’t decide whose cock she likes better. what a sweet little cockslut” or “our cute angel has become such a nymphomaniac for her two daddies huh?”

constantly inundating you with intense orgasms and pleasure from all directions 🥰 and WHEW just the sight of the three of their sweaty naked sexy bodies makes me so .... 🥵

And then the aftercare😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫them turning all soft and nurturing again😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫telling u that you did so well and then massaging ur body and taking care of u the next day cuz they KNOW you’re gonna be sore

I am actually a caratstay and I am very much devastated by this ask because BESTIE???

*clears throat* I think we reached the point where me, a fellow writer, can’t even write any single thoughts because this is just TOO MUCH (/pos). So here’s some of my thoughts you might wanna read because I am just full of ~horny thoughts~ where Bangchan gives you some time alone to explore yourself with Seungcheol (without intention of crossing the boundaries) :

Bangchan is mostly a soft dom, that’s very true, but when it comes to Seungcheol A means A and B means B. Bangchan still gives you the space to be a brat and just taming you in the softest way possible, but Seungcheol? Do it as he says or you won’t get what you want. Pretty strict with his rules which is also agreed by you and full of your consent of course. This makes you thrilled in some way *evil laugh*

Touching you with delicacy is what Bangchan always does but with Seungcheol he will shove your head on the bed, back’s arching to him as he is thrusting his hip from the back. Even if the pace is kinda rough, Seungcheol is still considering the gentleness in his moves (yeah talk about that to the bruises in your hips lololol)

Lots dirty talk and degrading is what Seungcheol loves. This is quite the opposite of Bangchan—which he is just really love praising—and he likes it when you talk back, it makes something inside of him very excited. “Yeah? Look now who’s aching for my cock” “you dirty slut, say it. Say my name” while exactly pounding into without mercy.

Sometimes he is just making Chan’s ego in the edge of the downfall because look at him. Very cocky and shit. “Look, Chan, look at how pathetic she is” and a lot of smirks when he watches you and Chan fucking each other.

He is kind of hesitant about aftercare at first because this is out of his capabilities right? But his leader self is saying the otherwise. He will give you water and let you pee, then he will run you a bath. He brushes your hair of course! He won’t leave any marks on you besides the one at your hips because of his hands—he does that to respect Bangchan. Or, the marks on your neck because of his fingers when he is fucking your throat with his cock. Or on your buttcheeks because he can’t help but spank you. But he will be glad to see how you marked his body *wink*

[katwritessometimes]

In The Dark

Shadow Monster Aizawa x Reader

A collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server

Read the other entries HERE

Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, tetraphilia eeee tentaicles kind of? Monster fucking, manipulation, tiny little sprinkling of yandere if you squint. 

5kish words

 @bobawithpomegranate ​ & @miscellaneous-bnha ​ thanks for keeping me from jumping off a bridge. This was surprisingly very challenging to write so i hope you guys enjoy.

The sight of your grandmother’s old home brought comfort into your heart in a way nothing else ever could. It had taken much longer than you would have liked to get here, after almost a year of fighting with the family. Legal battles over property and inheritance, you'd finally been handed the keys to the beautiful old Victorian home your grandmother had loved so much. The outside was weathered but held strong, you were sure the inside would be worse after being empty and neglected for so long. With a sigh, you picked up the cleaning supplies you'd brought with you and made your way inside the house. 

You don't notice it at first,

 He’d noticed you the second you walked onto the porch. 

Singing softly to yourself, you make your way through the old house, flipping lights on to make sure the electricity works. Opening up windows and doors to air the dusty old place out. Except once you set your mind to cleaning it becomes blatantly obvious. The house isn't dusty, the house is fairly clean, no dust having settled anywhere, no cobwebs hanging in abandoned corners. You think for a second maybe the lawyer hired someone to come clean before handing over the keys, but you don't recall her mentioning anything like that. 

With a shrug determined to do some light cleaning anyway, you spend the day unpacking some of the stuff you brought and lightly cleaning as you went. The first time you notice it it’s dark out, dim lights illuminating the house. Christ, why did grandma have such shitty lightbulbs in, you’d think an older woman would want brighter lights as her vision faded. The thought slips from you when you hear something crash onto the floor behind you. You turn quickly, something flinting in the corner of your eye as you turn, heart rate spiking, and you freeze. You were sure you saw something going up the stairs.��

Taking a breath in an attempt to calm your breathing, you pick up the painting that had somehow been knocked off its mount. A creaking coming from the second floor has your head snap in that direction. It’s an old house, you chant in your head trying to not let yourself get worked up. You don’t realize you're making your way up the stairs until the old wood creaks loudly under your weight. Your attention is drawn to your grandmother’s room, the only place you haven't been in just yet. You dig around your pocket for the master key that gave you access into the main bedroom, worried that maybe this is where all the dust and cobwebs had scampered off too. You chuckle to yourself at that and it settles your nerves a little, though you can't pinpoint why you're suddenly nervous. 

Much to your surprise, your grandmother’s old bedroom was just as clean as the rest of the house had been, even though no one should have been able to access it. You almost miss the small box sitting on her bed if not for something skittering in the corner of your eyes turning your attention to it. You do miss the shadow that slinks out behind you pausing at the doorway to watch you for a second. You reach out for the ornate box, a letter sitting on top of it with your name written neatly on the front. But before your fingers can make contact with it, the door behind you slams loudly. You jump at the sound, hands coming up to clutch at your chest, curses spilling from your lips as you turn to see the door is closed now. 

“Fucking old house” You yell aloud unable to control your volume after having been spooked. Your yelling makes you miss the deep chuckle that rings out in the air. 

Cute

You pout upset that you’d let yourself be so easily spooked like that. Running a hand through your hair you turn your attention back to the small box and letter picking up both items before heading out of the bedroom. You look back one last time, unsure if you felt ready to disturb your grandmother’s space just yet. Opting to leave it as it was, if only for a little while longer. 

You probably should have read the letter too, things would have made sense much quicker if you had. 

Two weeks of dusting and cleaning out old boxes before you decided it was time to begin moving your things into the house. It had been slightly odd, something for sure was off about the house but you tried not to think about it too much. Handling most of the weird mishaps in the house with a shrug and no real inclination to question it. The last thing that came with you into the new house was your two cats. A sleek black tom who loves you and only you, and a younger larger orange tom who’s all around very friendly. You hate to say you notice a shift in the house when the cats finally settle. Both the boys took to the house as if they’d always been there, something you were struggling with. It was their presence that made it so that you could no longer pretend like you didn’t see the shadows moving. 

Both cats who’d always preferred lazing in sun rays suddenly preferred the dark corners of the living room over the sunny rays leaking in through the large bay window in the house. Demanding meow’s typically indicative of wanting attention, were used in dark corners of the house. Directed at something you couldn’t see. You’d be able to ignore the behavior, except every time you went looking for them when they called. 

You’d find them happily purring, rubbing up against something that wasn't there in the darkness, as if already being given the attention they were asking for. It was creepy, weird, should have creeped you out. But you’d been raised to have a healthy fear and respect towards things you couldn't understand but were not outright malicious. So you tried not to let it bother you too much, don't question the way shadows seem to move. Or when the cats' purr and flop on their backs for tummy scratches in the dark corners of the house.

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The dreams had begun the first night at the house, an all-encompassing warmth that lazily spreads throughout your whole body. Contrasted by cold hands caressing your skin, a deep rich voice whispering dirty things in your ear and working you up to a feverish pitch. 

“Pretty little mouse wandering into my house”  the voice coos in your ear.

And then you’re awake, panting heavily, a groan spilling past your lips as you toss and turn a little in your bed. 

“Fuck.” you whimper out, bringing your arm up over your face as you try and catch your breath. 

 You can’t remember exactly what you dreamt about, only the deep voice murmuring nothings in your ear and cold fingers playing with your folds. You let out an exasperated sigh squirming in bed frustration seeping into your bones. When was the last time you had a dream like that, you couldn't remember? When was the last time you’d been worked up like this, and from a dream no less? You let out a frustrated huff turning and burying your face in the pillow. You could have sworn you heard a deep chuckle ring out. 

They get more detailed, more vivid the longer you're at the house you're almost used to waking up panting and sweaty. The feeling of cool silky tendrils exploring your body lingering for a bit before slinking off as you become more alert. Groggily whining at being awake after dreaming such filthy things. The feeling of your wetness soaking through your panties frustrating you. Always waking up right before the best part of the dream, so you throw the blankets off of yourself in a huff. Spreading your legs wide you trail your fingers over the lingering sensation of someone else’s touch. 

It drives him wild.

Aizawa was on the edge of insanity when you showed up at the old house. A year of solitude will do that to you, he'd been beyond madness when the old lady bought the house all those years ago. Though she's brought him back with a soft kindness only a grandmother could offer.

You,

You brought a clarity to his mind in a different way. Every little curse, every time you scold the house when something disappears. Every time you touched yourself to thoughts of him, to the lingering feeling of his tendrils and hands on you. Aizawa was able to pull himself little by little out of the pit insanity and loneliness had pulled him into. You were so easy too, subconsciously letting the shadow creature infect every ounce of your being. He'd managed to seep into your dreams easily enough, a lonely pent up girl. He liked how you squirmed in your sleep. 

Desperate little whimpers spilling from your lips as his cool fingers explore your body. It was addicting, the way your warmth spread through him with every touch, every explorative lick of your body lighting a fire deep in Aizawa's belly. 

“Pretty little thing aren't you.” Aizawa coos in your ear, and you always react so beautifully to his voice. Your sleeping body responding with a soft whimper, he lets his tendrils explore every inch of you. Slipping underneath the silk PJ top and skimpy little shorts you always wore to bed. You were practically offering yourself up to him each and every night. How could he ever resist when your body reacted like this to his every touch. He’d started slowly at first, only manifesting his tendrils to creep along your body as you slept. 

Once you’d been there for a few months he didn’t even have to worry about you waking up. Having invaded your dreams enough to be able to keep you in a nice deep sleep while he had his way with you. Settling himself between your legs fully manifested, never happier to have this solid form as when he's trailing large callus palms up to your soft legs. It’s so easy, really he can’t help himself, your wetness quickly soaking through your panties as cold fingers rub at your clit. Heady little moans spilling from your sleeping frame and it makes him giddy, trailing a large hand up and under your shirt. Pressing against the soft skin of your stomach and trailing up to gently squeeze at your breasts. Aizawa loves the way your body reacts to him, whimpering and arching against his touch. He shifts then, leaning over your sleeping body, caging your head between his hands, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

Can’t help himself as he trails open mouth kisses down your neck, tangling his fingers through your hair, you lean into his touch. A soft whimper of please slips through your lips and Aizawa can barely contain himself as his hips buck against your core. 

“Begging for me in your sleep, sweet girl, already knows who she belongs to. Don’t you.”  

You mewl, a soft pretty sound that Aizawa plays in his head over and over for days. Humping into your soaked panty-clad pussy desperately. His tendrils emerging from his back of their own accord, stroking and rubbing up against you as he mindlessly pleasures himself against your unconscious frame. Your little pants and moans edging him on until he's groaning against your neck, spilling himself onto your cute little silk PJ shorts. Aizawa lets himself bask in the feeling of your warmth against him littering your face in kisses. 

“My good girl.” 

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You conclude something is living in the house one night during an intense thunderstorm. Living in a house with some creature that may or may not try to eat you? Cool fine, no worries. But a thunderstorm? The loud unpredictable booms that tear through the air make you jump every single time without fail. 

You flinch, once again roused by a loud clap of thunder and a harsh flash of lightning. An involuntary whimper slipping past your lips as you curl up into a ball on the bed doing your best to block out the noise of the raging storm. 

You can feel it when a cool blanket envelopes you, a shift in the air that muffles all of the intense noise. The feeling of something carding its fingers through your hair comes next, ever so lightly scratching at your scalp. “It’s just a storm” A deep voice that seems to come from all around whispers and a strange comfort washes over you as your body begins to relax. You're half asleep, it's easy to lean into the gentle caress when you're not quite awake. Easy to ignore the feeling of tendrils creeping across your legs and stomach. You can't help but feel slightly comforted by them in your half-asleep state. 

 An exceptionally loud clap of thunder jolts you into a more awake state and you shoot up in bed. The hazy fog that was keeping you calm dispelling and you whimper as the comfort leaves you. “Please don't leave” you whisper aloud unsure to who or why you even spoke. A deep voice coos at you as thunderclaps outside again and you tremble. A yelp slips past your lips and your hands reach out towards the deep voice as if on instinct. Something safe that will soothe you if only you can reach out and touch it.

 A chuckle thick like honey floats into your ears and your hands meet something soft. You're groggy, half asleep, and confident you're just imagining things, but that doesn't take away from the comfort. It feels like a million different arms wrap around you, pulling you in towards something solid and the hazy fog returns your body relaxing as the tendrils tighten almost uncomfortably around you. Wrapping you up in a cocoon that feels safe and secure, the thunderstorm outside fading into the background and all you can concentrate on is the deep voice mumbling nothings in your ear. 

It's in the days after the storm when you can still hear his deep voice in your ears and feel his warm touch lingering on your body. That you remember the letter and box your grandmother had left you. You feel a little stupid for not thinking of reading them earlier, having been caught up in the whirlwind of moving you'd put them off to the side and almost forgotten entirely about them 

To my lovely granddaughter, 

If you’re reading this then it means you've agreed to the stipulations I included for ownership of the house. This place is special, and if you take care of the house its caretaker will return the favor. Be patient with him, it takes him a little while to warm up but he won't hurt you. I promise I haven't gone crazy with old age. Allow yourself to be open to the things in life we can’t explain. I hope the house is as good to you as it was to me in my old age. 

It doesn’t explain much, but coming from a family that believed in the supernatural made it so that your grandmother's cryptic words didn't freak you out as much as they should have. They made you feel better actually, soothed the part of you that was nervous you might be going crazy. The small box held a pendant, a small but brilliant ruby ordaining the center of it delicate but practical enough for daily wear. You can't help but slip it on and admire the pretty jewel. 

Aizawa is more active after that, the haze in his mind settles when he sees you wearing his necklace. You notice it too, the shadows in the house somehow softening, almost playful. He likes to move your things around so he can hear you huff in frustration. Every curse every time you yell at him, the fog in his mind clears.

He gets bolder around the house, slowly but surely, starts moving things around more obviously. Enjoys making you jump by slithering his tendrils across your ankles while you're cooking. Or shutting off the lights while you shower just to hear your cute little yelp. He likes that you’re somehow not scared of his presence but still easily spooked overall. 

“That foundation was $50 and if it's not back in my makeup bag when I come back I swear to god I'll keep all the lights on for a week.” You see the shadow swirl in the corner of the bathroom, and you know it's smiling at you. You roll your eyes but the next morning your foundation is sitting right on the bathroom sink. 

You begin to catch glimpses of it, of him. As if your attention is helping him manifest fully after a long time of being nothing but a wisp of smoke. Most obvious when your eyes scan the house and you can almost swear a man is petting one of your cats. Only to double back and see your cat rolling over against a dark corner of the room. You almost stop feeling uneasy, almost. 

It all comes to head on a night where sleep seems unreachable. You were frustrated, panting, skin warm, and sticky with sweat as your fingers skillfully circled your clit but no relief came. You let out a frustrated ‘fuck’ throwing your head back onto the pillow and tossing a hand over your face. You’d been pent up for a while now, the weird lewd dreams working you up but never getting you anywhere. You do your best to relax into the bed, accepting defeat with a groan and hoping sleep overtakes you quickly. 

The feeling of something wisping against your ankles brings you back from the edge of sleep. Cool ever so soft touches trail up your legs, you shiver at the cold sensation against your still warm and sweaty skin. Your eyes flutter open but you're only met with black, body tensing a little as cold tendrils stroke your face. 

“You’re ok little one.” The voice is deep against your ear, a cold forked tongue licking up the side of your cheek. “I’ve got you” The same soothing voice you’d heard during the thunderstorm. Except for this time, it's laced with something other than softness. “I’ve been watching you, little human. Spreading yourself open shamelessly, playing with that pretty pussy out in the open. Pretending like you didn’t know I was here to watch.” Aizawa coos.

You whimper at the words, mist curling around you as a dark chuckle fills the room. “Tease” he snarls in your ear and you can’t help yourself as your hips buck up at the sound. Something solid forms between your legs, the soft smooth thing wraps around your ankles assisting in spreading your legs out wide. The deep voice tsks against your ear, cold skin and stubble rubbing against your cheek “You could at least pretend like you're not enjoying this.” 

Your face flushes as he teases you, the sensation of his foreign appendages exploring your body exciting you in a way you can't quite place. They’re not hands that much you can tell, you can distinguish his hands by the callus texture as he strokes a thumb over one of your nipples. Tweaking at it gently until it perks against his fingers. 

“Aren’t you scared little mouse” you can feel his tongue lapping at your neck, sharp teeth pricking the skin there and you let out a whimper. Managing only to shake your head, arching your chest up into his touch as he plays with you. “Desperate little human, willing to take just about anything if it means being satisfied.” You choke out a protest but can’t help the soft moan that bubbles out of your mouth as Aizawa presses his thigh against your sex. He coos into your ear when you begin to hump him mindlessly. 

“Such simple little creatures humans. Driven by desire, and willing to fuck just about anything aren't you little one?” You shake your head in protest, but the excitement pooling in your belly betrays you. Aizawa chuckles and pulls away from you a little, tendrils pooling from him and eagerly joining the fray. The limbs have a mind of their own, each appendage going about playing with you in different ways. One replaces his hands, squeezing and pinching at your breasts. Another brings your hands up and holds them above you keeping you still with minimal effort. A few others explore your body and Aizawa watches, as one of his appendages eagerly begins tugging aside your cute little PJ bottoms. 

You whine out a “No” as the cold air hits your soaked entrance “That's not what your pretty little pussy is telling me.” Aizawa chuckles watching as the tendrils gather your juices up, gently circling your clit and parting your folds. “Look at you, soaked and ready for me aren't you.” His hand replaces the tendril and you feel cold fingers press into your heat. Your pussy clenches at the intrusion but you buck into him automatically. Already worked up from playing with yourself before, your body betrays you as your mind hazes and all you can think about is pleasure. 

“P-Please” You choke out tugging against the restraints that only tighten when you struggle. Aizawa cocks an eyebrow up at you as he leans down, nuzzling at your inner thigh. Tongue lapping at the juices running down between your supple ass. He hums when you beg a smile tugging at his lips, his fog finally taking hold of you. 

“What was that little mouse? Did you say something” He accentuates his words with another finger and you cry out as he finger fucks you. His tongue lazily licking at the edges of your pussy and then up to rub at your clit. You whine, hips bucking up and Aizawa sighs another tendril coming to wrap around your waist and pins you to the bed. 

“Be still, or I'll leave you here.” You freeze at that babbling for him not to leave you and settle your hips. The appendage keeps you still squeezing you just a little too tight. 

“That's a good girl.” Aizawa hums, turning his attention back to your core. “You look so pretty like this baby girl, spread out for me to do whatever I want. You just keep giving me those pretty little noises and I'll make you feel good, okay?” You moan in response and Aizawa clicks his tongue, the tendril circling your stomach squeezing until it hurts. “Let me hear you say it.” Aizawa snarls. 

You gasp as pain seeps into your pleasure “Yes, please I'll be good.” The pressure against your sides loosens and you're able to breathe again panting softly as the pain begins to fade. Aizawa doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up for a taste. He hums satisfied and then he's moving your body. Positioning you onto your stomach, cold hands lifting your ass as he positions you just how he wants. His tendrils keep your arms together in front of you, stripping you of your PJs and keeping your legs spread just enough to give Aizawa the perfect view of your ass and dripping pussy. A smile, just a bit too wide spills over his lips as he settles himself between your legs. Aizawa is hard, painfully so but he takes his time sliding a hand over the curve of your asscheeks. Trailing down your back and up to the back of your neck, squeezing gently before trailing back again.

 With a hum, he lazily strokes your dripping folds, cooing as you press your ass back into him wiggling a little desperate for him to fill you. A harsh smack rings out as his palm connects with your ass “Patience little mouse.” He snarls leaning down to the opposite cheek and biting down just a little too hard. You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes and you bury your head into the pillow. Mind overcome by a lustful haze, you just want him to fuck you already. 

Your wish comes soon enough when you feel something thick prodding at your entrance. You gasp as the tip of Aizawa’s cock penetrates you, gasp turns into a desperate moan as he presses into you little by little. He lets out a deep guttural moan of his own as your warmth encircles him, greedily squeezing his cock. Your warmth is addicting and it doesn’t take too long for Aizawa to start bucking into you. He sets a brutal pace, the appendages holding your waist upkeep you still, nice and steady for him to fuck into while his hands explore your body. 

You curse desperate little moans and obscenities leaving your lips as he fucks into you. His cock stretches you to your limits, almost painful as the creature fucks into you desperately. There's a shift, and you feel his hands come up to your middle, pulling you up against his chest as he fucks you. You feel his face nuzzle against your cheek as one of his hands coming to rest against your belly as he fucks you. You hands are suddenly free and you reach up, feeling your fingers pass through a cool mist, before finding something solid. Soft wisps of something, that wrap around your fingers, rolling over them in waves as you entwine them into what you assume is his hair. 

“Such a good girl, you take me so well darling. Letting me fuck into your womb like this.” Aizawa presses his hand against your stomach pushing back on himself as he becomes desperate. 

“Wanna see” The words are a desperate whine and you don't even really register when you say them. Aizawa sputters a little pace wavering at your words. His fingers brush against the delicate necklace you wear his necklace, and for a second his mind clears. But you whimper a desperate sound that breaks whatever sliver clarity he'd found and a darkness takes over his features again. His fingers abandon the necklace and trail up to your neck fingers wrapping around it then squeezing.

“What was that you little slut.” He snarls in your ear and you can't help yourself as you cry out 

“Please, wanna see you, wanna watch your cock fuck into me.” Your face flushes as you admit this out loud. A growl coming from the man, thing currently fucking your brains out and you can't do anything but tug at his hair and lean into him further as he uses you. Aizawa stills a little, and you whine desperately doing your best to bounce on his cock as he stops moving. Suddenly you can see again and he's fucking into you, go to say something but you see it, a black wispy tentacle like thing appears in front of your face. Aizawa’s hand that was wrapped snugly around your neck comes up to squeeze your cheeks and the appendage gives you a cheeky little wave before filling your mouth. 

“Wanna watch yourself get stuffed, fine, we'll use all of your cute little holes. How does that sound little one.” You whine around the tentacle and then he’s picking up his pace. Hand squeezing your throat so he can feel it at his tendril fucks into your neck, you take him so well. This is it the broken part of his brain hisses she's the one. Aizawa shakes his head, the feeling of your fingers in his hair grounding him for a moment and presses your body back into the mattress. 

His movements turn erratic as he fucks into your overwhelmingly tight little pussy. Pretty little moans spilling from you as he fucks you and his tentacles play with your clit and throat. You take him so well, respond so beautifully to his touch, you weren't scared and accepted your place quickly. He brings his fingers up to the little nub between your legs, replacing his tendrils and pressing fast little circles against your already abused clit. It doesn't take long after that, your body presses into the mattress, a tentacle fucking your throat, and some creature’s cock kissing at your cervix the thought alone is too much. But you spill over when Aizawa’s teeth sink into your neck, your body spasming as your orgasm bubbles over. 

Aizawa grunts from above you, your body going limp as he bites into you fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his own using your spent body for his own pleasure. He spills in you soon after, his mind just a little bit hazy. Ever so gently Aizawa pulls his tendril out of your mouth, drool, and his own slick trailing from your mouth as he does so. He coos as you whimper, pressing a hand over your ass to admire the way your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Humping into you a few more times before he pulls away completely. He debates for a moment letting himself disappear back into the shadows, but he hasn't been this real, this solid in so long. 

Your whimpering slices through his thoughts and before he can stop you, you're on your back looking up at him. Instinct makes him retract all of his extra limbs, making himself look half normal minus the wisps of hair that always seem to move on their own. You blink up at him for a moment body sore but satisfied and you bring your arms up to him. Aizawa is unsure, body flickering into shadows but you speak up before he can fully dissipate. 

“Stay with me” You manage to croak out, throat a little sore from the abuse you endured. You weren’t scared of him, if anything he was handsome and he'd fucked you till you were satisfied. You see the hint of hesitation in his eyes but you crinkle your nose and tilt your head cutely making grabby hands at him and he can’t help himself. 

Aizawa lays down and you curl into him on instinct, his body now warm against yours. Your fingers find their way up to his hair, giggling as the locks lace themselves with your fingers. He brushes some of your hair back and you whine as he touches at your neck. Small bits of blood pooling where he’d sunk his teeth into you. His split tongue peaks out automatically, licking it up and gently lapping at the tender spot on your neck as you whimper. 

“I get a little nuts when I'm on my own.” it's an apology, and you don’t think about why you feel safe in his arms, or why you don't question the creature laying with you, why you're not scared. Instead, you hum softly, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck as Aizawa lazily runs a steadily cooling hand down your back. 

“It's ok, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” You hear yourself say and he hums into your hair acknowledging your words. A twisted smile creeping its way onto his lips as his grip tightens around you. The part of Shouta that’s fallen too deep into insanity to come back fully snickers at your words. 

As if you had a choice. 

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