#but never actually met so i was just really excited it finally happened lol also his bf was SUPER nice & bought me a drink 💕

[mysicklove]

𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄

DAY 2: SUB SPACE + MOMMY KINK

With: Satoru Gojo

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Sub! Gojo, Fem? reader (no pronouns just use of names: mommy and mama), unreleastic portrayal of sub space, mentions of BDSM (rough treatment, degradation,whips, mistress/master use), safeword use (at the end), lots of cooing, Gojo unable to think properly, praise, comfort, clingy/needy Gojo

A/N: this was actually really fun to write! i did a little research on what subspace feels like, and it says it varies from person to person, but it is a sort of euphoric experience. sooo idk! lol. also, a lot of ppl r here for gojos personality, and I feel bad bc he is not like his usual self in this bc of his headspace...dont hate me gojo simps

Gojo Satoru is kinky. Plain and simple. He has tried many different things throughout his lifetime, and he is now confident enough in many different types of sexual play. He spends way too much time on the internet buying all sorts of toys, cuffs, ropes, whips, just to build his secret obsession. He has been with many people, and has always pulled them down to the dark side with him. 

But through it all, he has never found a partner to really push him to his limits. They all get too scared to hurt him, and call their safeword too early. They get uncomfortable when he sobs for mercy, or in other situations, begs for more pain. Gojo doesn't want to be just treated harshly, he wants to be broken. His standards are higher than most.

And finally his dreams came true when he met you. You've been into BDSM for years now, and even if the two of you are dating, you have a strict contract of rules you must obey for eachothers safety. It was cute, he was practically trembling in excitement when he saw the agreement, signing his hame sloppily, and waiting for your next move.

It was strange seeing someone so cheery and upbeat turn into a different breed during a scene. He was long passed the brat now, every defining thought fucked out of him. He's been slapped around, beaten, scolded, forced to orgasm, and humiliated in the past two hours. He has never had anyone treat him this rough. 

A huge part of him loved it, and a small part of him twinged in fear whenever he heard you begin to move again. It sent a multitude of thoughts to his brain, What now? Are you going to hurt him? Was he being good now? Another punishment? 

His blue eyes follow your every movement, and he flinches when you bring your hand up to his face, expecting another slap. You chuckle at the movement, gently petting his face. It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but from there, he melts into your hold. He presses himself deeper into your hand, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

Satoru accomplished his goal though. He was, for the first time ever, wrecked. His hair is matted against his head, damp from sweat. His body is covered in hickeys, bitemarks, bruises, scratches, and marks from the flogger. He was trembling, muscles contracting every couple of seconds without permission. Drools coats his lips, and it starts to drip down his mouth and onto his chin. His eyes seem to be in a different world, cloudy, and half lidded. His cock lays spent against his thigh, flushed red, and leaking just the last of his cum.

But even through it all, he's smiling at you. It’s a fucked out sort of grin, lazy, but content. His cheek is pressed against your palm, and he's nuzzling into it, basking in the softness of your touch, contrasting your earlier actions. “There ya go. You doing all right, Satoru?”

He blinks at you, slow, and thoughtless. “Yeah.”

You climb onto the bed next to him, brushing his hair back affectionately, and a little worriedly. He looked rather beat, and his exhausted eyes made you want to end the session now. “Alright, lets clean you up, and get you to bed,” You soothe, hands rubbing at his thighs, hoping your touch brings him comfort.

Immediately he pulls away, a small pout on his face. “Noooooo,” He uncharacteristically whines, grabbing at your hand. “Wanna…Wanna go some more. I'm doing good, right Mommy? No more punishments,” He pleads, tears coating his eyes. “Reward. Wanna reward, pleaseeee.”

Mommy wasn't todays title. You were called mistress, and master today solely. His words made your eyes widen, and you instantaneously knew he was deep into the subspace. You've seen glimpses of it, the way he becomes uncharacteristically obedient and he gets slightly giggly, probably from the light headed feeling, but he looked deep into his now. His words dragged out, and his body was obviously spent, but still he craved your approval; he wanted nothing more than to please you now. 

Affection, love and care is what he needs right now and you were happy to provide him with it. So, you straddle his lap, and place kisses on every surface you can touch. His body is warm, and he goes slack against your hold, mouth falling open. “Do you want to cum again, ‘toru? Or just attention?”

He goes silent for awhile, his mind hazy, and not liking the idea of making his own choice. He wanted you to take care of him completely, to let his mind slip away, and for you to control his ever thought, movement. “Please,” He mumbles, face scrunching up with frustration.

You are quick to apologize, recognizing his situation almost instantly. “Alright, alright. I'll take care of you. Lets cum one more time, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy. A nickname unlike the harsh ones he received earlier: brat, slut, dog, whore. In the moment it only increased to turn him on, but now, he wanted to be good. The thought of you calling him those names made him want to tear up, and sob into your arms. He didn't want you to be mean anymore, he wants you to love him. To praise him on anything and everything. 

He jumps when he feels your hand drift back to his cock. It aches from all the abuse from earlier, and he lets out a shaky whimper, not liking the pain as much as he once did. “H-Hurts,” He yelps, wishing for you to make it better. To fix it all, why did everything ache so badly? He wants comfort, and as quickly as possible.

You kiss at his tears and pull his face into your neck. “‘m sorry. Was Mommy too rough with you today? Shhh, it’ll feel better in a bit, just relax,” You encourage, beginning to slide your hand up and down his length. He twitches and mewls from beneath you, fighting the feeling of overstimulation and pleasure. He wants this, he wants this, he wants this so badly, but he wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable.

He shakes his head into your neck, “Wasn't too rough. I'm fine, Mama j-just make me feel better, please,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and soft. One of your hands pet his hair, while the other strokes him off, shushing his cries, and reassuring that he will feel better soon.

You were right of course, the pain of overstimulation died off, and Gojo felt like he was melting. Everything is so warm, so light, he feels like he was on cloud nine. He feels loved, and every loose thought was traced back to you. “Love you s-so much.”

You grin at him, pressing your lips to his. His lips are chapped from his excessive panting, but you don't mind, licking at the plush flesh. He whimpers and groans, his hands pawing at you to pull you impossibly closer. When you pull back, he follows you, letting out a small huff in complaint. You pepper his face with kisses in apology. “Love you too. Such a good boy, Satoru, I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy.”

He withers under the praise, nodding his head dumbly. He wants to coax so more out of you, but he can't think of ways, so he just rest his head on your chest, and chants, “Mommy” on repeat. 

Your hand is slow in pace, careful to not overwhelm him. It slides up and down easily, his previous cum acting as lube. His cock is bright red, and you almost feel bad for it after pulling so many orgasms from it earlier. You are suprised he is still even awake, sure, he looks and acts exhausted, but by this long he is usually passed out. He must be awake only because he is searching for praise and comfort from earlier. To not find himself in a sub drop.

You catch his eye, and a wobbly smile pulls at his face. You chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Whaddya want from me?” He asks, voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Hmm?”

He taps his forehead against yours, hazy blue eyes staring into yours. “Wanna command. Wanna be useful for you.” 

You smile warmly at him and he shivers, leaning up to kiss you again. You hand rubs over his small slit, and he gasps, pausing just centimeteres before you face, and moaning out. 

“You are deep in this, aren't you sweet boy?” You murmur, mostly to your self, slightly astonished. It was one thing for him to ask for praise, and to make decisions for him, but actively seeking instructions from you was another. It was fascinating, and adorable to say the least, how desperately he craved approval, or wanted to feel needed, useful. Nothing how Gojo usually was like.

You thumb at his tip, and he heaves, trying to keep up with your words. But everything you say other than “sweet boy,” seems to tuned out. Everything feels blurry, expect for you face, and your sickenly sweet tone. “D-Don't understand. Please!”

“Okay, shhh, it's alright. I want you to cum for me. Can you cum for Mommy, Satoru? That's all I want you to do.” An easy command, one he can definitely fulfill. He can do that – he can definitely cum for you. Gojo feels his chest bloom with butterflies at the idea of what you'll say to him once he follows your wishes. How much praise he will receive. How good and useful he is being. It makes him shiver with excitement.

Your hand picks up speed when he nods, and he gasps, gripping onto your arms from the suddenness. His hips buck upward into the makeshift hole, and you coo at him, telling him to relax his hips. He abides without question, melting into the sheets, and you give him a kiss for a reward. 

He feels himself begin to teeter along his high, and he glances up at you, eyes wide and slightly panicked. He needs to ask for approval, he has to ask to cum, the rules were basically engrained in him, but everything is spinning, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the pressure. He feels his voice go dry, and tears begin to pool in his eyes at the prospect of disappointing you.

You take notice of his fearful face immediately, quickly leaning over to cup his face. “You can cum. Relax, hey, its alright, I want you to cum.”

He breathes a shaky sign of relief, and you wipe his tears away, thinking back to earlier of how you wiped his tears away from the ruthless pleasure/pain mix, and now simply because he was afraid that he wasn't able to ask permission before cumming. You would be lying if the power didnt get to your head.

You thoughts are cut off when Gojos entire body jerks, and a muffled, “Fuck!” is let out. His orgasm hits him like a truck, and he trembles, riding the waves. His voice is too scratchy to let out any real noise, so he just silently cries into your chest. Cum dribbles down his cock pathetically, obviously spent, and not having much left to give. You don't seem to notice it though, instead focusing on your lover, and trying to make his orgasm as pleasurable as possible.

When he comes down from it, his legs are shaking, and his eyes are hooded with exhaustion. “P-Plea–Coconut,” He weakly gets out, and you hands fly off his body in seconds from hearing the safety word. You pull away, hoping to not overwhelm him, but instead he clings to you. “Don’t go. Don’t go. Mommy, I can't. J-Just–I…Praise!” He splutters, coherent thoughts flying out of his head, as he slumps into the bed.

You nod, staying away from his cock, and instead placing his head into your lap. His body curls around you in seconds, still slightly trembling. “Did so well. Good boy Satoru. My good boy, I am so spoiled. So lucky to have you." You coo, reaching your hand up to run it through his matted hair. "Took everything so well. I'm so proud of you." A small smile pulls at his face, and everything feels so warm "I love you so much, you know that?”

“Hm,” He hums, nodding his head slightly.

You smile at him. “My perfect boy. It's time to go to sleep, I'll take care of everything. Just rest for me, that's all I need you to do.”

But he didn't even hear the last of your statements, already passed out onto you, his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathes.

You sigh, and stare affectionately at the man. His naked body littered in marks, and he still managed to sleep contently with them. His body was drained of everything. Just like he asked you to do so hours prior.

Your hands roam the nightstand, grabbing healing cream, bandages, and a wash cloth. And with one last sigh, you place Gojo's head onto the pillow, and begin the long process of cleaning him up.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Just saw that you opened the ask for slasher fics and immediately i have to ask this soo...

Michael myers with a VOICE KINK and maybe with a bit of breeding kink? I just think these kinks just fit mikey lol (us being the dom one ofc) 😏😏😏😩

Michael Myers x male reader

Headcanons

Anon, your mind.

-          Michael wouldn’t fully know he had a voice kink until he met you, maybe it wasn’t even anything he truly noticed.

-          Then maybe one late night he returned after being out and doing what he does, and you wake up because he crawls into bed with you, and you talk to him a little bit before leaning in to kiss him.

-          He hears your voice all croaky from sleep he’s like “huh,,, well that’s something” because it makes him all hot and bothered. He ends up just laying awake for a while thinking about it, and how your voice has always affected him, but he just didn’t notice.

-          After that he truly starts to notice, and it affects him more since he has accepted that its something he finds very attractive. Michael has started wearing his jumpsuit with the upper part wrapped around his waist in an attempt to hide how much it really affects him.

-          He would also listen closer than before when you speak, especially when you’ve just woken up or if your voice is deeper or rougher than usual.

 -          You wouldn’t notice in the beginning how much your voice seems to effect Michael, since he is as stoic as ever though you do notice he starts to wear his suit differently, but you don’t really question it.

-          It only really hits you one night when the two of you are getting down and busy. You have Michael on his back with his legs around your waist, his hands over his head and gripping onto the pillows and sheets like a lifeline.

-          He’s still wearing his mask, as he always does, but you can see his eyes much closer this way. Michael has never been a loud man but he’s panting and groaning softly as you thrust into him.

-          At some point you can’t keep the dirty talk from spilling from your lips, at some point leaning down and speaking near his ear, just saying the filthiest things you could. Your voice was rougher than usual, slightly raspy, from a slight cold.

-          After leaning in to growl something dirty to him, Michaels body seemed to freeze up and his back arched in a way you had never seen before. Not only that but he keened, loudly, as he came.

-          His legs around your waist pulled you even closer, making sure you finished inside of him because hearing Michael respond so vocally pushed you over the edge.

 -          The two of you stayed pressed close together until you finally pulled back, looking down at Michael with wide eyes.

-          He was panting and slightly sweaty, his chest rising and falling. His hands were shaking slightly with how hard he was gripping onto the sheets, and he couldn’t seem to meet your eyes.

-          After catching your breath, you asked Michael what happened, voice light with wonder because this has never happened before, you had never left Michael shaking and catching his breath like this before.

-          Michael still wouldn’t meet your eyes and you had a feeling he was blushing, especially when he turned his head to look in another direction. You pout and lean in close, asking in closer to his ear what had gotten him so excited.

-          When Michael shivered when you spoke into his ear it seemed to click what happened, and you couldn’t help but grin to yourself, though you decided not to tease him since Michael seemed embarrassed.

-          Leaning in you pressed kisses to his masked face and told him you didn’t mind at all that he found your voice attractive, and that it was actually pretty hot. You couldn’t help but let your voice drop a few octaves to whisper a few dirty fantasies to him, just to feel him shiver and clench around you.

-          Michael ends up gripping onto you and flipping the two of you over as you have both gotten hard again, his eyes looking slightly wilder than usual as he decides to ride you within an inch of your life, not that you mind.

#male reader #top reader #slasher #michael myers #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers headcanon #michael myers x male reader #michael myers x reader

[moni-logues]

Kintsugi 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, tiny bit of eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Word count: 5.5k

Content: no real warnings for this chapter, reader makes a couple of jokes about killing herself/dying

A/N: ahhhhh it's finally here!!!!!! This story has been going around and around in my head since last summer and I am so excited (and nervous lol) to finally be posting it! Unlike with AFL, I am posting this one as I write, so I've only got this first chapter written. I have no planned schedule for updates right now; we're just going to see how it goes.

Enormous thanks to @here2bbtstrash and @btsgotjams27 for beta-ing this one for me and, honestly, turning it from something that was like, fine, to something actually good, that works how I want it to etc.

Masterlist | Chapter Two

Chapter One - Peaches

You wiped your wrist on the tea towel hanging from your waist. The juice from the nectarines and peaches you were peeling was all over: your hands, the counter, threatening to drip onto the floor, to run the length of your arm. You were sticky-sweet and anxious. You tried to focus only on the task at hand, taking it one step at a time. Peel the fruit. Chop the fruit. Place the fruit on the pastry base.  

You grabbed the knife with still sticky hands and cut the flesh from the stones. You tried to do this neatly, elegantly, so the resulting slice of fruit would look pretty in the finished pie. Your knife skills were still not really up to it.  

“It’s the thought that counts,” you whispered, resigning yourself to the fact that this would be a very ‘home-made’-looking dessert – as was everything you baked. 

Peach and nectarine pie. When you first made this as a crumble, almost a year ago, Yoongi tried to call it ‘peachtarine’, but you were not convinced the name worked. It was also nearly a year ago that you and he first met. You would never have imagined that a chance meeting would have given you one of the most important people in your life. There were so many little things that had to happen to put you both in that room on that night. You were grateful that the universe got it together to make it work. You were extremely nervous that you were about to fuck it up. 

As you placed the fruit on the pastry in the pie dish, you stared, unseeing, out of the window. The late afternoon sun, dying in the sky, shone bright into your apartment; it highlighted the swirling dust motes in the air, sparkling almost like glitter. The cherry blossoms were falling from the trees as if time were running out. The air was still today so they floated and settled like snowflakes; on windier days, they looked like a blizzard.  

It had always felt like such a transitional time. Winter was cold and hard and barren. Not without beauty, but it was dark and difficult and so much easier to hole up in your apartment, hide from the world, forget about sunlight and joy. Then cherry blossoms burst upon the scene, a bright reminder that life still goes on. The trees that had looked desolate and empty now embowered with new life. There were two weeks of blossoms everywhere, inescapable. They swept into doorways, fell into your hair, collected beneath the trees like matching rugs. An enormous burst of life after the bareness of winter. Then they all fell and were gone and the weather swept you up in its warm arms as summer arrived again. You liked the cushion, the ushering in, the fortnight in which you could adjust to the world being beautiful again. It was your favourite time of year.  

You were pulled from your thoughts by the beeping of the oven. It had reached its required temperature. You finished placing the fruit and carefully slid the pastry lattice over the top. You brushed everything with egg wash and awkwardly elbowed the oven door open, trying not to get your sticky hands everywhere. You slid it in and set a timer. You washed your hands. You washed the dishes. Now all you had to do was wait. 

* 

You stood outside Yoongi’s front door, pie held carefully in your hands, breathing deeply, taking a moment to try to soothe your nerves. It was outrageous, you thought, that you could be this nervous. It was Yoongi. On the other hand, it was Yoongi. It was not every day that you confessed to harbouring romantic feelings for one of your best friends. It was not every day that you ripped yourself open and placed your fluttering heart before them, hoping, praying that they felt the same.  

It was not every day, but it was today.  

You squared your shoulders, shuffled the pie so it rested on the palm of one hand, and used the other to key in the entry code.  

“I’m here!” you called as you strode in and shut the door behind you. 

You tidied away your cooking stuff, creating as much space as you could. You stacked the drying dishes and equipment on the rack and your tupperware tubs on top of one another, full of still-steaming food. You looked around the room to see how many people were doing as you were: taking both classes. Home-cooking for beginners and baking for beginners. Just one cog in your wheel of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement. 

A good handful of people left, their own tupperware clutched in hands or safely tucked into bags; a few new faces arrived. The last of these entered late, after the teacher had begun. You could see him scanning the room and you wondered for a moment if he was lost, the way he was frowning as if confused, looking almost shifty. But he continued on, walking slowly further back into the room, his eyes darting across the counters, looking for a space.  

You waved in his direction to get his attention; the only space left was next to you (and you were doing your damnedest not to take that personally). You made sure all of your things were gathered on your side, not encroaching on his. He flicked his eyes to you and then immediately looked away but did eventually take his place beside you with a small nod.  

You guessed he was about your age, maybe a little older, and you wondered what he was doing there. You wondered who he was, who he’d be baking for. His dark hair fell like a curtain across his face, blocking him from view. He tapped one slender finger silently against the countertop. 

- 

As you peeled the skins from your nectarines, you could feel him looking at you—not just looking at you, but watching you. You turned your head to look back.  

“Are you alright?” you ventured, when it became clear he wasn’t going to say anything. 

“Those aren’t peaches,” he said simply. 

“Oh, no. No, nectarines.” 

“But we’re supposed to be making a peach crumble.” 

You shrugged. 

“Yeah, but they’re almost the same, aren’t they? Except nectarines are nicer, so I chose them instead.” 

His eyebrows drew together in a small frown as he continued to watch you disrobe your fruit. 

“Gonna tell on me to teacher or something?” you asked with a laugh and he huffed an exhale in response, the corners of his mouth flickering up for a second in something that might almost have been a smile. 

“No. I’m just not sure I agree.” 

“Oh, well, in that case...” 

You took your knife and cut a slice of nectarine, the blade gliding through as if it were butter. You held the fruit sliver up between you and he took it with his mouth, his lips just grazing over your thumb and finger. You swallowed your tiny gasp and watched his face as he chewed and swallowed. He said nothing, but cut a slice from his own peach and popped that into his mouth. Then he sighed. 

“Yeah ok, you’re right. Nectarines are better.” 

He turned back to his own station, head straight, looking down at his peaches, doing nothing. He tapped his finger again. You took your two remaining nectarines sitting in their bowl of iced water and placed them in front of him.  

“You can use them, if you want.” 

He looked at you with another frown. 

“But you won’t have enough. You need these.” 

You stretched across him and took two of his peaches with a shrug.�� 

“It’s a trade. We can make peach and nectarine crumble.” 

He grunted but said no more; he simply picked up his peach from the counter and carried on. After a moment, he grunted again: a small thank you. You turned back to your own fruit and continued peeling.  

As you began to cut the flesh from the stones, you became aware that he was mumbling something; you glanced at him to see his head cocked on the side, looking upwards, thinking. 

“Peachtarine?” he asked, turning to look at you. 

“Huh?” 

“Peach and nectarine... Peachtarine. It’s not great but I can’t think of anything better.” 

You hummed and thought about it yourself.  

“I think you’re right that it is the best option but I’m not sure it’s any better than saying peach and nectarine.” 

He chuckled and shrugged. 

“I’m sticking with it.” 

It was all the encouragement you needed. He started talking to you first, technically. If he didn’t want to talk to you, if he didn’t want to be friends, well, too late, he started it. 

“I was a little offended, you know, when I found out the first class was going to be crumble,” you began. “And next week is brownies, did you see? I get that this is a beginners’ class, but is it even possible to get this wrong? No one is going to be impressed by something this simple, are they? And what’s the point of going to so much effort if no one will be impressed?” 

He didn’t reply but this did nothing to put you off. He had broken the seal and you were absolutely going to flood him with conversation. It was a relief to finally be talking; you didn’t do well in silence. 

“I did the class before this one, too: that’s home-cooking for beginners. I’m useless in the kitchen; my bo- ex-boyfriend would gripe about it all the time. And now he’s my ex so I’m spiteful and bitter and learning to cook so I can show him that I actually do know how to take care of myself, y’know? Not that he’s going to know or care. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since I moved the last of my stuff out of our apartment. He’s really washed his hands of me. Which is fine. I get it. I would have done the same. But anyway, that’s why I’m here. Running on bitterness and spite but it’s better than being dead, I guess, right?” 

“Are they the only two options?” 

Your head span to him in surprise; you hadn’t been sure was even listening to you. 

“I don’t know,” you replied. “Sometimes it does feel like spite is the only thing keeping me alive, yeah.” You laughed, harder than you really wanted to, trying to ward off any tension, to make sure he knew you were just joking. “That and now I’ve paid for these classes so I have to stick around until they’ve finished so I get my money’s worth.” 

He nodded as he finished sprinkling the top of his dessert with brown sugar and put it in the oven. 

“What about you?” you asked as you did the same. “Why are you here?” 

You thought he wasn’t going to answer because he was quiet for some time.  

“The women my girlfriend works with apparently all have husbands who bake them things to take into the office. I was asked why I didn’t.” He shrugged. “I don’t bake. Never learnt. Until now I suppose.” 

“Why do you have to be the one to bake things? If she wants to take stuff to the office, can’t she make it?” 

He laughed lightly, a little exhale of disbelief.  

“No, that’s not the point. The point is that she wants to go into the office and show off that I’ve made her something. I never do anything for her apparently.” 

If you had said it, the bitterness would have been strong enough for him to taste in his own mouth, but he didn’t sound bitter. You thought he sounded resigned. Maybe even sad. 

“Yeah, but she could just make them and lie, tell them that you did it.” 

“Oh, no, she would never do that. I’m not sure she’s ever picked up a spatula in her life.”  

You bit your tongue because, until a couple of hours ago, the same could have been said of you. You were aware that you had been spoilt and were embarrassed that you were a grown adult who didn’t know how to cook even the simplest dishes, but, hey, at least now you were trying. And you never made your ex bake things for you or even cook if he didn’t want to. You could at least manage instant ramen and frequently did (which somehow seemed to annoy him more than having to cook for you). You wouldn’t have starved without him—you hadn’t starved without him. The bitterness you felt about your break-up leaked through and you felt unreasonably annoyed by this woman you didn’t know. You were broken up with for being an incompetent adult and here she was, with a boyfriend who was learning to bake so she could what? Keep up with the Joneses? 

“So, neither of you can bake but you’re the only one here even though she’s the one who wants the baked goods. Hmm... Make it make sense.” 

He huffed and you couldn’t tell if it was amusement or annoyance, then he ducked down to peer pointlessly into the oven. You took that as a sign to change the subject, so you thrust your hand out to him and introduced yourself. He looked at your hand warily and then took it. 

“Yoongi.” 

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi. Sorry your girlfriend is a dick.” 

You knew you shouldn’t have said it. It was rude, for one thing. And you weren’t 100% sure it was true, for another. But your tolerance for romantic partners – even ones you didn’t know, had never met – was at an all-time low and, really, who gives a shit what people at work think? Who makes their boyfriend commit to twelve weeks of classes just so you can take a cookie to the office? You didn’t expect a response – a grunt; maybe he would turn his back on you; there was even a chance he might argue and defend his girlfriend’s honour.  

He laughed. 

“Yeah, me too.”  

You weren’t able to stop the bark of laughter that rushed out and you felt a sudden rush of warmth for this stranger, this new friend.  

“Well, hey, if you do want to break up with her anytime soon, there is plenty of spite to go around. Misery loves company; you know that, right? And I am fucking miserable.” You kept your expression bright to try to counter-balance the admission and chuckled lightly when he just looked at you.  

His mouth was a flat line, expression serious, then it softened and his mouth twitched up at the corners. You were struck by how pretty he was when he let his face open, even a little. 

“Here she is! Michelin star chef extraordinaire!” 

“Shut the fuck up, Teddy.” 

“Ouch, someone’s crabby this morning. Did it not go well?” 

You plopped heavily into your seat and shook the mouse to wake your computer. 

“No, it went fine. It went well, actually. I’ve made a friend.” 

“Oh, have you now? A real friend or is this like every woman you ever meet on a night out where you sa-” 

“Yes, a real friend and he’ll be a better one than you, I’m sure.” 

“You are crabby! Are you going to fuck this guy or what? Sounds like you need it!” 

“Kim Taehyung!” 

“What? I haven’t said it for ages! So, let me tell you again: you just need a good rebound-fuck. Is he not attractive?” 

You pretended to ignore him as you logged in and pulled up your emails.  

“Not attractive, bummer.” 

“I didn’t say that.” Your defence was quick, too quick. 

“So you do want to fuck him! This is progress; I like it.” 

“Will you stop? I don’t need to fuck anyone, ok? I don’t want to.” 

“Are you sure? Because if you need it, if you really want me to-” Taehyung scooted closer to you and turned you around, resting his hands on the armrests of your chair, looking at you with his sweetest, most earnest and angelic face. “-I will fuck you.” 

You cried out and pushed him away as he cackled. 

“I would literally rather kill myself than sleep with you.” 

He clutched at his heart as if you had stabbed him and replied in song. 

“Don’t go breaking my heart!” 

You wanted to resist. You wanted not to sing back to him. You wanted, for once, to not be one of the two most annoying people in the office. But you can’t always get what you want. 

“I couldn’t if I tried!” you trilled back. 

“Oh, honey, if I get restless-” 

“Baby, you’re not that kind.” 

You grinned at each other, knowing exactly what was coming next. 

“Oooh ooh! Nobody knows it!” you belted together. 

“When I was down-” 

“I was your clown!” 

“Wow, someone’s got that Friday feeling!” your director called as she walked from her office at the end of the room. She clocked you with a raised brow. “Might have known it would be you two.” 

“Oooh ooh! Nobody knows it!” you cried after her before collapsing into giggles and, eventually, turning back to your work. 

“I’m serious, though,” you said. “I’d rather kill myself than sleep with you.” 

“The feeling is entirely mutual, darling, as you already know. My point is that you should-” 

“Sleep with someone, anyone, yeah I know.” 

“I’m not trying to push you to do something you don’t wan-” 

“That’s exactly what you’re doing!” 

“No! Alright, maybe a little, but I think it would be good for you. We’ve talked about this and I dropped the subject but now you’ve met someone new, someone who might be a good... distraction, rehab, palate cleanser.” 

“That’s a gross way to talk about a person, Teddy.” 

“Not if they’re on the same page. Not if it’s mutually beneficial. I know you feel like you aren’t ready for it but, honestly, I think you’re going to feel that way until you do it and, once you have, you’ll realise you were worrying over nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing. I have slept with one person in the last four years. It’s not nothing to... to open yourself up and... display yourself in front of someone, some stranger.” 

“You’re taking it too seriously; you don’t have to open up. You don’t even have to take your clothes off: go out in a short skirt, pull your underwear down, and away you go!” 

“That is so crass. I have more class than that.” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” 

You sighed. A part of you knew Taehyung was right. You just had to get back on the horse. Like riding a bike. Maybe. But your bike had changed since the last time someone new saw you naked. And you didn’t really want to just fuck someone, anyone. You wanted someone to love you. And that felt about as distant a possibility as going to the moon.  

It was Friday and you did not want to be made miserable before 10am.  

“Besides,” you said, hoping it would put a stop to the conversation. “He has a girlfriend.” 

“Ah, alas.” 

“Though I don���t think he’s happy with her.” 

“Oh dear. I think I see where this is going. Please do not interfere in this man’s private life.” 

“I’m not going to! I’m just saying! I called her a dick and he laughed.” 

“I’m sorry, you called this stranger’s girlfriend a dick? And you expect me to believe you’re not about to interfere? Just because you are bitter and alone does not mean everyone else has to be.” 

“Hey!” 

“I’m just saying: you’ve met this guy and you’ve known him for all of two hours and you’ve already decided his relationship is trash and his girlfriend is a dick and you would love for them to break up so that you aren’t the only one who got dumped, so that you know other people are also miserable and bitter and you can lean into those feelings rather than facing the fact that you are heartbroken and lonely.” 

You dropped your head into your hands and groaned. 

“Didn’t fancy giving me some sugar with that pill? It’s Friday.” 

“So come out with me tonight and I’ll buy you a drink.” 

“Buy me three.” 

“Two.” 

“Deal.” 

Yoongi was late to the second class, too. You had deliberately saved the space next to you and you waved him over as before. As before, he barely glanced at you before taking his place. As soon as the teacher had finished talking, you started. You were not trying to interfere in his personal life; you were not trying to fuck him. You were just trying to be his friend. 

“Did your girlfriend like the crumble?” was your opening gambit. “Not exactly something she could take into the office to share out, but still.” 

There was a pause before he answered, just long enough that you thought he wasn’t going to. 

“She didn’t eat any.” 

You immediately dropped your sieve and turned to him. 

“What do you mean she didn’t eat any?” 

He shrugged. 

“She said she didn’t want any.” 

You blinked, buffering, trying to understand.  

“I don’t understand; I thought she wanted you to take this class?” 

He shrugged again. 

“Well, she’ll have something to take to the office this week, if she wants it... Everyone loves brownies,” you offered, conciliatory, sensitive to Taehyung’s accusation that you might be interfering, trying to find the benefit of the doubt to give this woman.  

There was no response from Yoongi, so you dropped the subject. It wasn’t often that you were lost for words, that you didn’t know what to say, but your mind was blank.  

Well, it wasn’t blank, but you were not going to actually say any of the things that you were thinking. That his girlfriend was taking advantage of what was clearly a loving nature; that she was ungrateful; that he should stop trying so hard to please someone who didn’t seem to care about him; that their relationship seemed unequal and he was on the losing side. All sorts of things that you didn’t really know, that were clearly products of your own situation, things you were projecting onto this stranger and his girlfriend when you had no right to do so. You might have been right, but you might have been wrong and, even if you were right, there’s a time and a place for telling people the truth they might not want to hear. This was not it.

Yoongi cleared his throat as he gently tapped his sieve. 

“So, what illicit ingredient have you brought this time?” 

His smile was small and unsure; yours in return was wide, bright, all teeth. 

“I simply do not know what you are talking about.”  

“You don’t expect me to believe you’re just going to... follow the recipe?” 

“You can believe whatever you like, sir. I’m just here to learn.” 

As you spoke, you dipped your hand into your bag and retrieved a box of toasted walnuts. Not in the recipe. But, as far as you were concerned, a brownie without nuts was an inferior brownie and you were not about to make inferior brownies. 

Yoongi chuckled. 

“If you will look here,” you instructed, gesturing to the box, “you will note that this is really, far too many for just one person to use...” 

Yes, you had bought extra walnuts just in case Yoongi showed up again, just in case he took the space next to you, just in case he wanted them. You had told yourself that it made sense to buy the bigger box; it was better value; you would have plenty left over to make the brownies again sometime... But you couldn’t deny that you were thrilled; he was here and talking to you and making jokes as if you really were real friends. You could already imagine yourself telling Taehyung tomorrow, smug and obnoxious because you had made a real friend like you said.  

Yoongi grimaced. 

“My girlfriend’s allergic to nuts.” 

Oh. 

“Oh.” 

An awkward silence arrived and you did your best to shrug it off. 

“Maybe next time, then. I’ll make a note.” 

You noticed that he looked apologetic and you tried to take it in your stride. It wasn’t personal; it was biological. You weren’t trying to interfere in his personal life and that included not poisoning his girlfriend. It was fine.  

You moved the box back onto your side and returned your attention to sifting flour and cocoa powder.  

“So how did you like the crumble? I assume you at least tried it.” 

“Yeah, it was nice.” 

“I thought it was pretty good,” you replied. “The first portion anyway. The second was pretty good, too, but by the time I finished it, I honestly never wanted to see a peach or nectarine ever again!” 

“You ate all of it?” His eyebrows raised on his forehead in disbelief, an incredulous grin on his face.  

You blushed. 

“I mean... not all at once. It took me a couple of days... You might say I could have invited friends over to share it out and you would be right, but I simply did not do that.” 

He laughed. 

“I did do that. They liked it, too.” 

“Oh wow, look at you, Mr I’ve Got Friends Who Eat My Desserts. Some of us accidentally choose to eat an entire dessert by ourselves, ok? No need to rub it in.” 

He laughed again and you felt the glow of his approbation like the warmth of sun on your skin. This wasn’t why you were taking the classes—you really did want to learn to cook, to self-improve, to become a fully competent adult—but you knew that, even if you dropped out tomorrow, if you had one more friend to show for it, it would all have been worthwhile. 

You chatted as you baked; you tried hard to curb your impulse to steamroll over the conversation, to motormouth your way out of this new friendship. Yoongi was sweet and a little shy and you didn’t want to scare him off, didn’t want to annoy him, didn’t want your desperation to seep out of your pores and cling to him like smoke. No one likes stinking of smoke.  

- 

At the end of the class, you carefully scooped a still-warm brownie from your pan and wrapped it in tin foil; you put it to the side while you cleaned and tidied everything away, then you handed it to Yoongi. 

“Your girlfriend might have to suffer inferior brownies, but you don’t.” 

He blinked in surprise, his eyebrows slightly raised, his mouth slightly open, and looked down at your offering. 

A sudden panic hit you.  

“Unless she’s like, freakishly, deathly allergic to them and will die if you kiss her having eaten nuts or something.”  

You shifted your arm back slightly and looked at him questioningly.  

“Or, obviously, if you just don’t want it, you don’t have to take it. I just thought- since-...” 

He reached out for the brownie, almost tentative, as if he was expecting you to whip it out of his reach at the last second. You didn’t. He took it. He placed it on top of his things and his mouth twisted as he looked at it.  

“Thank you,” he said, his face more of a frown than a smile. Then he nodded, took his things, and left.  

You weren’t sure what to make of the exchange. You felt like you had got something wrong, but you didn’t know what. It had all been going so well; you couldn’t possibly have ruined it, could you?  

- 

You did not gloat to Taehyung the next day. You kept it to yourself, a small needle of anxiety pricking you whenever you thought of that stupid brownie. A bigger needle pricking you when you thought about your next class. 

Your anxiety was proven right. Yoongi was late again – as, apparently, he always was – and you began talking again as soon as your teacher had stopped but, this time, Yoongi didn’t talk back.  

“How did the brownies go down? Did she take them into the office?” 

Silence. 

“Obviously, I can only speak to my own, superior, nut-filled brownies, but I was very happy with them. So happy, in fact, that—can you guess what I’m about to say? Yes, I absolutely ate them all myself!”  

You laughed, a little too loud, heat prickling up the back of your neck and onto your cheeks as he still said nothing. You swallowed hard and tried to suppress the anxiety which was bubbling in your stomach.  

“I tell a lie,” you continued, self-conscious but not yet defeated. “I did take one in to work on Friday for my best friend. He pretended they were disgusting but that’s just what he’s like; he ate the whole thing so it can’t have been that bad! He actually a- oh, wait, hold on...” 

You had been operating on autopilot which for someone with almost no baking know-how or experience was very dangerous. You grabbed the recipe to double-check what you were doing and the silence felt stifling around you. You wished he would say something, anything, even if it was telling you to shut the fuck up. A better person might have given up. A better person might have understood his signal that he didn’t want to talk and listened to it. You were not a better person. The sick need for his approval crawled its way into your throat and spoke for you, made a ventriloquist dummy out of you. Even as you wished, yourself, that you would be quiet, even as you heard yourself, the cheer in your voice more and more forced as his resolute silence strengthened, thickened, grew around him like briars, warding you off, threatening, you carried on. 

“He asked me to make them again, actually. I told him where to go because I originally asked him if he’d take this class with me, y’know, for moral support, after my break-up and everything—he is supposed to be my best friend, after all—but he refused, point blank. So, naturally, I told him he would not be getting to sample any of the delicacies I would be making. Then I went and gave him a brownie! Because, of course, I’d forgotten that I’d sworn not to...” 

- 

You managed to monologue your way through half the class, but once the fairy cakes were in the oven and the utensils and bowls washed and dried and you had nothing left to do with your hands, you gave up. You sat on your stool and leant on the counter, counting the seconds, trying to will the shame and embarrassment away. You were sticky with nervous sweat, hot and flushed, flustered. You were embarrassed and, in turn, embarrassed by your embarrassment; he clearly didn’t care, so why did you? You couldn’t answer the question except to say that you just did.  

The silence was thick and crushing around you until the end of class. Yoongi packed his things with lightning speed and was the very first to leave the room. You took your time, fussing and dawdling, and were the last. It shouldn’t have crushed you. It shouldn’t have mattered at all. You didn’t know each other. You could just as easily have gone the rest of your life never meeting him.  

But it did matter to you. It did hurt. Especially because last week had been so nice, so promising; last week, he had felt like your friend. And then you’d gone and spoilt it all, but you didn’t even know how. You had wracked your brain all week, but you couldn’t think of a single reason that that brownie should have ruined everything. It didn’t make sense; it made you feel lost and stupid and exposed and embarrassed and a thousand feelings that you had shoved aside in the months since your break-up.  

You reminded yourself every day of all the things your therapist was trying to teach you: it’s ok if people don’t like you; you can’t please everyone; please for the love of god stop catastrophising your entire life (that one you paraphrased). But it didn’t really help. You were taking this one very personally and nothing was going to stop you. 

[21:17]  Teddy 🐻: Not everyone wants more friends. Some people just want to get through the day and make it home. 

[21:18]  You: Maybe. 

Your phone buzzed again and Taehyung was calling you. You rolled your eyes; that man was incapable of having one single conversation over text. 

“Besides which,” he began, not even pausing to say hello. “You said he might be having relationship problems. Maybe he’s having problems at work. Or family issues. Or personal issues! Or all of the above! You don’t know what’s going on in someone else’s life. Maybe he doesn’t want to spill his guts to a total stranger.” 

“He doesn’t have to spill his guts!” you protested and you could hear the whine in your voice. “I just want to be friends.” 

“And he doesn’t.” 

Chapter Two

#yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi fic #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fic #yoongi #bts

[avisisisis]

No but Sun Wukong is so much... less alone(? now

He's been alone for centuries, with only the company of his monkeys. He hadn't left his mountain in 500 years; the first actual interaction he had with someone outside FFM was MK, and even then, it was just one person. He only met the rest of the gang at the start of season 2 and then he left

In season 3 he was literally stuck with MK, Mei, Pigsy, Tang and Sandy. He didn't have a choice; he was hurt, MK didn't have his powers and if he left then who knew what LBD could do to them? Besides, Macaque was looking for them. He couldn't leave (probably didn't really want to leave either)

Even though he had to interact with MK and the rest during season 3 because, well, they were literally living together, he was still hiding so much. No one knew about the fourth ring nor about what his initial plan was. He hadn't told MK about LBD when she first appeared and everyone was still upset at him for it (which, okay. Deserved. But also- angst)

In the scenes where the gang is having fun with each other, SWK tends to push himself away? He stays at the corner, a little too far away, showing that he doesn't consider himself part of the group. These MK's friends, not his, and even if he cares about them (and even if they're his family's reincarnations + descendant) he still distances himself from them. He keeps secrets, doesn't trust them the way MK does, refuses to tell them all about the Samadhi fire. Hell, they don't find out about his plan until it's already gone wrong!

At some point in pretty much every season, MK is hugged by his friends after some life threatening stuff happens. SWK (if he's present) smiles fondly and stays out of it. After he finds out about LBD and the gang are having a good time together, celebrating (and also being so excited to meet the Monkey King), he gifts them some hair food and leaves

Also, at the start of Revenge of the Spider Queen it's shown that he wants to either celebrate with MK or spend his day alone like he's been doing every year for centuries

In the final episode of season 2, MK's friends rush to his side and no one goes to check on Wukong, even though he looks pretty hurt. Heck, they're (rightfully) angry at him! It's only after they convince him to let them accompany him to the West that we see him patched up, and that's on the first episode of season 3 (also it's already nighttime when that happens)

When the gang hugs Pigsy in Cooking with Chang'e (I think that was the episode?) he smiles, looking happy for them, but he doesn't join them

I'm not saying that they don't care about SWK, because they really do! But he mostly keeps to himself, never tells them what's going on and left when MK needed him the most without explaining why. Besides, he's a legend. No one can know what's happening inside his mind. How can they trust him when they don't even know when he's being truthful?

In all of the scenes where they're all together in one place, SWK either stays closer to MK or leaves. There is no in between. Really shows how MK is pretty much his only friend lol

Also, all of his relationships went wrong. Macaque, Azure Lion, the rest of the brotherhood — all of them, thrown to the ground because of 'his' mistakes and 'his' bad deeds (not all of it was his fault, but there's no way he doesn't blame himself for that. He and MK are very similar). He (assumedly) killed Macaque and Azure Lion, Peng and Yellow Tusk were left in the scroll and he sealed DBK under a mountain. The friendships he did manage to keep are now gone not because of him fucking up, but because they're dead. MK is the first friend he's had in a long time and he is very afraid of messing that up too

When Mei gets the Samadhi fire (“Can't you see you're hurting the people who care about you the most?!” she said people, not person. She wasn't only talking about MK. They care about SWK too!), the first thing he does is leave again. He pushes everyone away, leaving MK and the others to take care of everything himself, and it fails. He fails, and MK is almost killed because of it. In the end, it was only because MK was accompanied by the people he cares about that he won. This makes Wukong see stuff differently

Post-season 3. SWK realizes that he doesn't have to be all alone. He notices how MK is doing so much better than him because he has friends (his support network or whatever that's called) and is like “Ohhhhhh okay. Yeah that makes sense. Alright-”

After the whole LBD fiasco, SWK is willing to trust other people more. He not only cares way too deeply now, but he also tries to share what's on his mind a little more! He's doing his best to show that he trusts them too and I think he's doing a pretty good job!

When Inky separates them, he says that he won't let some dumb curse keep him and his friends trapped. His friends. They're no longer only MK's buddies. They're not strangers he might've known once anymore; they're his friends. And some day they will be his family

The reason why they seem more like friends now is because of Sun Wukong himself. Sure, he might've needed some help, but he finally started to try to just. Stop pushing everyone away. This is why he's so much closer with the rest. It was all him

Also, I love this because it shows how you're the only one who can make the final decision that will change your life (dying or living, staying or leaving). You're more than allowed to ask for help and you can get it from anyone, but in the end, it's all you.

In the season 4 special, Sun Wukong shares his plan. He hadn't told MK about Azure Lion and the brotherhood before, sure, but that's because he thought that was over. In the scroll, when Macaque and MK go to find him, he opens up to MK. Shares his worries. Lets MK (and Macaque too I guess, with that smile. Ugh that SMILE) comfort him. And he, most importantly, fights alongside MK in the final battle. He gives the team the information they need for MK to come up with a plan. They fight together

And when the season 4 special ends, Yellow Tusk says something about true heroes (I can't remember the exact line) and the camera shows all of them, SWK included. The only one who is not there is MK, and even then it's clear that Yellow Tusk was talking about him bc the camera cuts to him sitting all alone at the edge of the cliff

SWK goes to sit with MK, but this time the rest of their friends are there. Sun Wukong, immortal or not, is a little less lonely now

#and all of this is WITHOUT adding mac to the whole thing #if swk and mac become friends again then swk won't have to be alone ever again bc mac is (i think?) also immortal #yay! #lmk #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #swk #the monkey king #mk #mei #pigsy #tang #sandy #qi Xiaotian #long xiaojiao #avis' post

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request prompts 12 and 23 for norman bates from the slasher movie pyscho (1960s version)? Pairing is romantic

Was finally able to see Psycho on Netflix! I do indeed have a story idea I can do for this. My prompts were used for this.

Did not do character research for this, wrote it right after seeing the movie so I hope his character is correct :) I also wrote this late at night so there's that too, lol 😅 By the time I post this it'll be the next morning where I can look at this with a better mindset and edit it.

Yandere! Norman Bates Prompts 12 + 23

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession at first sight, Clingy behavior, Murder, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Darling is naive as serial killers weren't too common in the 1960s, Vomit, Violence, Norman actually has no chill.

Norman had seen many people come to the motel before. Whenever he did grow attached to them, Mother scolded him. Mother never let the guests stay too long anyways.

Despite the desolate feeling of the motel and house, Norman never really felt alone. He's happy, mother's happy, things were great with just the two of them. There didn't need to be anyone else.

Then Norman met you, a tired traveler needing to rest. Norman had noticed you had a friend with you. The man thought nothing of you both, you'd probably end up like all the rest.

Then Norman started talking with you. By just standing in the office of the motel you managed to make him stutter, a shyness enveloping him and intoxicating his mind. You are so easy to talk to. You even seem to shy away from him as he did you.

Norman likes talking with you. He feels like he could talk for hours, actually. Norman sometimes felt this way towards guests... although with you it seems like a stronger feeling. Maybe mother would like this one....

Norman makes a promise to himself to be the best gentleman towards you. To you, he's a kind and sweet man who runs a motel and takes care of his sick mother. The person he didn't like was your friend....

Norman feels ill at the connection you two share. Perhaps he's envious, glowering at your friend and thinking about how close you two are. Norman just met you... you didn't know anything about him... and he already wanted everything to do with you.

"I can get you both some food! Then I'll show you to your rooms." Norman chirps, suddenly in a good mood.

"What rooms are available?" You ask, Norman being very attentive to your voice.

"There's twelve rooms, all vacant. You can have room one while your friend has room four!"

"Uh... we can share-" Your friend pipes up. Norman frowns at their voice, mood souring as soon as they spoke.

"Sorry, I can't do that. There's only one bed in a room and sharing a bed simply won't do! Can't have anything... unsavory, right?"

You and your friend grimace at the implication.

"Yeah, guess not...." You murmur. Norman smiles again, ushering you both outside.

"P-Please, take your room keys and wait for me! I'll deliver some food for the both of you."

You and your friend agree before taking the room keys and heading to your rooms. Norman couldn't stop smiling at the thought of you... he wanted to watch you through the hole in the wall but he had other matters to attend to at the moment.

Not only did he need to feed you... but mother has to know about you, too.

---

Norman consulted his mother about the two new guests he had met later in the night. The thought of you had made him excited! Although... he hates that you came with someone else.

His mother shared a similar sentiment. You seem very kind and just may treat her son right. Yet there was that issue with your little friend.

Norman pleaded with his mother to keep you. He wanted you over for dinner but it was too early for that to happen according to her. Norman was overjoyed when he watched you eat the food he brought back from the house, you said it was great!

Mother likes how you make her son happy. He's always gotten attached easily, though he may have picked right this time. She promises her dear son that she'll help him out a little....

Once she helps with that friend problem, the rest is on him, however.

After all the trouble she has to go through to make Norman happy, she hopes you're worth it.

---

You woke up late at night to the sound of shuffling outside your door. You yawn and try to open your eyes enough to see before wiping the crust from them. You thought it was some sort of animal or that Norman guy doing routine clean up....

Then you heard screaming.

Familiar screaming.

You shoot up with concern on your face, staring at the wooden door with uncertainty. Surely it wasn't anything bad, right...? The idea of being alone and without help frightened you.

The nearest payphone was a long walk.... The sheriff would take forever to come at the hour, too. Maybe you can ask Norman for help?

The screaming had stopped as quickly as it started. It was either silenced or the pain wasn't that bad. Maybe your friend just... hurt themselves?

The idea of a serial killer wasn't a very common idea around this time... which made you a bit naive.

Cautiously you exit your room, intending to find Norman. Looking down to room four you see the room open. Surely Norman was already looking into it....

Trying to calm your racing heart, you try to reassure yourself it's nothing big. There's nothing wrong... maybe your friend saw a roach or something? You walk towards the room. Must be... it couldn't be anything that ba-

You stop in your tracks. No, Norman wasn't in the room already.... Your friend was there, however...

Just with stab wounds in their chest and stomach, their blood pooling onto the floor.

You pause, the shock still clouding your cognitive ability at the moment. You slowly trace your gaze over your friend's corpse... then it sets in. Then it all sits in.

You collapse onto the ground in a spew of vomit. Bile puddles onto the floor, the room smelling of metal and rot. You want to scream... but you're in too much shock.

"Dear-" A voice says from behind you before cutting off. The voice sounds like Norman, yet you can't bear to turn. Does he think you did it?

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...." Norman panics. You are confused to what the young man means before it clicks. Norman's a murderer... and you're alone.

"Oh sorry, mother... I wasn't fast enough-" Norman mutters to himself before fully turning his attention to you. "Dear, you look so sick... I should get you cleaned up."

"Don't... call me that..." You manage to croak out, stumbling to your feet quickly. "Stay away from me!"

"Please sit down! You're scared, I can explain!"

Despite being trapped in the room, you try to squeeze past the man. Norman stops you, no amount of brute force working against him. His eyes weren't friendly...

They were cold and a bit nervous.

"We can work this out! I'll get you cleaned up a-and we'll talk! I p-promise you this is a misunderstanding!"

You don't listen and struggle more. Norman frowns at your desperation and attempts to wrangle you back. Both of you get a bit too desperate in your fighting...

Leading to Norman accidentally hitting your head too hard against the wall.

---

When you manage to comprehend your surroundings again you notice you're bandaged and cleaned. Rope ties a wrist of yours to a bed frame and you can tell this is an old unfamiliar house. You begin to panic again, using your other hand to fidget with the knot.

You freeze everything when you hear footsteps come up the stairs. You hold your breathe in anticipation but it wasn't like you could hide. When the door opened... any hope of this being some nightmare diminished.

Norman Bates, the man who supposedly murdered your friend, stood in front of you with a tray in hand.

Norman offers you a smile... one you don't return. He places the tray down on a small table and you notice it's full of food. The moment Norman looks at you... you want to cry.

"Good Morning... darling." Norman chuckles, appearing to like the idea of calling you such a sickeningly sweet name. "I brought breakfast."

"You put me here..." You whimper.

"Of course!" He says in a chipper tone. "M-Mother allowed you to stay... because you make me happy."

You feel yourself grow ill again.

"Why...?" You could've been saying 'why' for a lot of reasons. At this point you didn't care. Any answer probably wasn't good or satisfactory.

"Why...?" Norman looks puzzled. "I-I thought we could just... stay here and t-talk... I d-didn't want to see you go so soon."

"You killed them...."

"Them? I didn't- Mother said they weren't welcome... so she got rid of them. She approved of you, thankfully! Which is great... because I really l-l-like you." Norman confesses nervously.

You drop the conversation there. You weren't in any state for interrogation anyways. Something was wrong with this man... he was not right in the head... you hear yourself sob.

Norman picks up on this and frowns. His little bird was crying.... You must be so overwhelmed by this new place and him.

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Norman murmurs in what seemed to be a caring tone. The man sits on the bed a shifts closer. You try to run away with a loud sob, only for Norman to pull you roughly into his chest.

"Shhh..." He comforts, feeling you struggle and push to get away from him. Your sobs were loud yet he didn't mind. He wants to make his little bird feel better. "I'll take good care of you here. You'll never be lonely. It'll just be... us...."

You freeze when he kisses your forehead and presses your face into his chest. In your mind, you're doomed. This guy is insane... and probably was going to force you into something.

Norman, however, didn't plan on such a thing. He felt the love between you was stronger than anything. He wants to be a good boyfriend and husband... all he wants to do is hold you, nothing more.

"You're as cute as a bird." Norman smiles with a twisted attempt at flirting. He pecks your cheek with another kiss. "... I love birds..." Norman pauses, looking at your crying face with adoration. "I knew the moment I spoke with you I'd love you...!"

The twisted declaration of love from Norman sends another fit of sobbing out of you. Norman shushes you once more and keeps you suffocatingly close to his chest. You hated it here... you wished you just drove tired with your friend...

Yet Norman felt you'd enjoy your time here after you got to know each other.

Perhaps you, him, and mother can be happy here in this house together? Just the three of you....

#yandere psycho 1960 #yandere slashers #yandere slasher #yandere norman bates

[lambertdiary]

Can i request a Dalton fic where Chris tries to set him up for a date but he’s literally like “I have a gf” and points to a portrait on the wall of the reader but Chris doesn’t believe him bc reader is hot as hell and doesn’t go to their uni but eventually is super shocked when Dalton invites reader over to stay the weekend 🥹💜

A/N: Hey! FINALLY I have something to post. So I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it so please let me know what you think :) also sorry if the ending sucks, I never know how to end my fics so it always seems a little abrupt lol

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Chris and Dalton argue a lot ig, but none

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I Have A Girlfriend

Halloween was coming and everyone on campus was getting ready, not for trick-and-treating or for the fun costumes, but for the massive parties everywhere. Every frat house tried their best to outshine the others, so they went really big.

Chris was especially excited for her first halloween there and the fact that she heard the craziest stories about these parties made it better. She already knew she was dragging Dalton with her but she thought it would be more fun if they got dates.

Halloween weekend was this week and with the first party happening on Friday, she was already working on their dates. She had been talking to one of the guys from her roommate’s class and that morning, she secured her date, but she still needed to do something about her friend, who she was sure would never get a date on his own. Not because he didn’t look the part, but because he was extremely shy and reserved. But luckily she had the perfect date for him: her own roommate. Dalton has met her before, several times actually and they always seemed to hit it off, so he wouldn’t have to go through that awkward situation of meeting her for the first time. It was perfect.

After class, she walked over to his dorm, excited to share the news. She knew Dalton wasn’t big on dates or relationships because since college started he has never made a move on anyone, as a matter of fact, he always appeared uncomfortable around anyone but her, but maybe this would work out. She really hoped it would.

Chris knocked on the door and Dalton yelled at her to let herself in. She entered the room and greeted him as he worked on something on his laptop, it didn’t look like he was gonna move so she decided to sit next to him on his bed “So Dalton, I have great news” 

Dalton looked up at her but immediately felt nervous as he recognized the look on her face and thought about what her concept of ‘great news’ was “What’s up?” He asked, not really wanting to know.

“I got you a date”

Dalton tilted his head quizzically “Why would I need a date?”

“For the halloween party! I told you, it will be more fun if we bring dates with us”

“When did I agree on that?”

“Just now” She paused and got a little irritated at Dalton’s annoyed expression “And I know you have a hard time with people so I took the liberty of setting you up with my roommate, so you’re welcome” Chris explained.

“I have a girlfriend” He stated, looking back at the screen on his lap.

“No you don’t” Chris furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to remember Dalton ever mentioning a girlfriend, but he never did. Just as she was about to say something Dalton pointed at the wall with a quick head motion, and her eyes widened when she spotted a girl “That’s your girlfriend?”

“Yep” He replied, eyes still focused on his laptop.

“Are you sure that’s not some random girl you decided to draw cause you thought she was pretty?” Chris examined the girl in the portrait, a really hot girl that looked like she would have anyone wrapped around her fingers.

He looked at her again, a little offended and in total disbelief “No, that’s my girlfriend. And I too think she’s pretty, thank you”

“How come I’ve never met her?”

“She goes to a different school”

Chris let out a laugh and mockingly repeated “She goes to a different school”

“Really? You’re gonna do that?”

“Show me some pictures” She demanded, but Dalton just rolled his eyes at her “Or texts or something”

“I’m not gonna do that” 

“Dalton, you don’t have to lie about having a girlfriend, just say you don’t wanna go out on a date with my roommate”

“Chris, I do have a girlfriend. But even if I didn’t, I don’t think I would go out with your roommate. It doesn’t seem fair to drag her with me to one of these creep parties just because you think it would be more fun”

“What do you mean drag her with you?”

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like me” Chris opened her mouth to speak again but Dalton interrupted her “Look, it doesn’t matter, I don’t need a date”

“Fine, it doesn’t have to be my roommate, we can find you someone else”

“No, I’m not gonna cheat on my girlfriend”

Chris sighed in frustration “And how come you’ve never mentioned her before?”

Dalton scoffed, he was getting a little sick of her aggressive questioning “Y/N? I have talked about her” 

She did remember him mentioning someone called Y/N, but then again Dalton had only ever mentioned about 3 women in total, including his mum and sister, so how was she supposed to know he had a girlfriend? “You never said she was your girlfriend”

“Why would I have to clarify that?”

“So I wouldn’t set you up on dates”

“Well now you know I have a girlfriend so you can stop insisting on the date”

Chris sighed again when she realised Dalton wasn’t giving up on this whole girlfriend thing, so instead of fighting him, she decided to join him “Well why don’t you invite your ‘girlfriend’ for halloween weekend” She asked him, making the quotation marks only obvious to herself.

Dalton was about to say no but he thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t a horrible idea, they haven’t seen each other since uni started and halloween together did seem fun “You know what? That’s a great idea, maybe I should”

Chris’ eyes widened in surprise as she watched Dalton grab his phone and type for a moment “Great, I’ll meet her this weekend then” She said, still suspicious but both impressed and confused as to why he would agree to something like that.

The days went by and Friday finally arrived. Chris and Dalton had seen each other every day but the girlfriend subject was never brought up again, he didn’t even tell her she was arriving earlier that day and that he planned on spending the entire weekend with her. 

Dalton was nervously waiting for her at the train station, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers while scanning the people coming through the big gates. She saw him first, awkwardly standing and trying not to bump into anyone, but once he finally spotted her she smiled when she saw his eyes light up. She literally ran to him and gave him a big hug, whispering sweet nothings as they shared how much they missed each other before kissing.

“How was the trip?” Dalton asked her when they left the train station. “Can’t complain, my booth was empty so it was pretty comfortable”

“Did it suck to travel at night?” 

“Not at all, I managed to sleep most of the time” She shared happily.

They made their way to campus and Dalton was giving her a quick tour as they walked to his dorm. He was carrying her luggage and they talked about how lucky they were that Dalton didn’t have a roommate and she could easily stay in his dorm. 

Dalton decided to skip classes today so he could spend time with Y/N, it was their first time together in months anyway. He took her to all his favourite places on campus, showing her a little bit of his daily routine and where the art building was. He also had the opportunity to show her in person every piece he had been working on since uni started and a few future projects he was planning. She was blushing every time she recognized her own face, from the second they came in and she saw a portrait of her on Dalton’s wall. She was used to him drawing her but it still made her feel special. 

As far as their plans for the day, they decided to go to the halloween party opening night. Y/N loved halloween and dressing up, so she came prepared with two different costumes, making sure her boyfriend would match both of them.

They agreed on staying in his dorm for the rest of the day, they could easily order something for lunch and then start getting ready around 6 PM, leaving enough time for a nap in case she needed it, and Dalton kept insisting she did since she travelled all night to get there. 

He had not heard anything from Chris but he was sure she was planning on going to the party that night, so they would probably join her and her date for the party, just as she intended it.

“Food’s here, I’ll go get it” Dalton said leaving his bed. 

“Do you need help?” Y/N was ready to join him but Dalton stopped her. 

“No, don’t worry” He replied, giving her a soft smile “Why don’t you stay here and find something to watch? I’ll be right back” Y/N stayed there as she scrolled through the hundreds of movie options on Dalton’s laptop, not really finding anything interesting. She was so focused on the screen she jumped when she heard a knock on the door. She stood up quickly to open it, assuming Dalton’s full hands didn’t allow him to do it himself, but instead she was met with someone else. It was Chris. 

Y/N had no idea who that was, but Chris instantly recognized the girl standing in front of her, mixed emotions as she was surprised but still confused, wondering if Y/N was actually Dalton’s girlfriend. 

“Hey, I’m Chris” She said, extending her hand for a handshake.

“Chris!” Y/N exclaimed, giving a hug instead “I’ve heard a lot about you” She moved to the side as she allowed her to enter the room “I’m Y/N, Dalton’s girlfriend” 

“Oh” Chris whispered as she looked at the portrait on the wall and then back at her “It’s great to finally meet you”

“Same! I know you and Dalton are really good friends so I was really excited to meet you”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this moment as soon as he told me about you” Y/N blushed as she nervously sat back on the bed “So how did you two meet?”

“Oh, we met in high school and we have been together ever since”

“And Dalton tells me you go to a different school?”

“I do” She replied, looking sad for a moment “We talked about getting into the same college but the art program he wanted is here and I was lucky to get into my dream college, so we decided to give long distance shot, and so far so good”

Chris felt bad for not believing Dalton, Y/N was really nice and she was obviously really important to him. And now looking at her she realised it made total sense that they were together, Y/N was beautiful and Chris sometimes forgot how Dalton actually looked like “And for how long-” She began, but the door opening interrupted her.

“Sorry I took so long, the delivery guy went to the wrong building and I had to walk there” Y/N quickly approached him to help with the food and Dalton smiled at Chris once he saw her “Oh, I see you two finally met” Dalton said, crossing his arms once the food was on his desk.

The two girls nodded and smiled at each other “Yeah, we were just catching up” Y/N said “Uh- I’m just gonna go wash my hands really quick, I’ll be back in a moment”

They watched as Y/N left the room and Dalton immediately turned to Chris, giving her an ‘I told you so’ look “I guess I owe you an apology” She admitted.

“Yes you do”

“In my defence you never mentioned having a girlfriend until I tried to get you a date, so it did sound like an excuse”

“Yeah, maybe don’t mention setting me up on dates in front of her”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert imagines #insidious #ty simpkins #dalton lambert fluff #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #dalton lambert fanfic

[suzakisbbygirl]

“You Make Me Feel Free”

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, overthinking, anxiety, fluffy fluff, happy ending

Wc: 1.7k

AN: First writing for Yeonjun, the love of my life lol! This is actually based off of a dream that I recently had. I hope you enjoy it!

Much love ~ ember

Trapped. Always trapped. Not physically, but within your own head. Always overthinking, always reading into things more than you should, trapped within your mind. Until you met him. Choi Yeonjun. From the first encounter you had with him, you could just tell that there was something different about him. Something that you have never seen within another person. Little did you know at the time of your first meeting, he was about to change everything.

Flashback

It’s been a month since you moved to Seoul with your best friend, a dream that the two of you have had for years, finally came to life. Living in Seoul made you happy. Even though you are a foreigner, you are fluent in the language, and have picked up on social norms relatively quickly. If it weren’t for your appearance, nobody would know that you are from a different country.

One of your favorite places to go is a local coffee shop, about five minutes away from your apartment. Being that you work a remote job, you either work at home, or at this coffee shop. Walking in, you order your usual, pay for your drink, and go to your usual table, and start working. After about an hour of working, you felt that someone was staring at you. Looking up from your laptop, you see a group of guys had walked in, and one of them happened to be looking at you. After making eye contact, you see him bashfully look away. Thinking nothing of it, you return to your work.

The boys order their drinks, and are getting ready to leave, when the one staring at you gets a little distracted and trips over a chair. Conveniently, you happened to be sitting in the splash zone of his iced americano, as the coffee went down your back. Thankfully, none of it got on your laptop, however your back was now covered in coffee. You jumped from the sudden sense of ice hitting you, and turned to see a mortified expression written on his face.

“I’m so sorry! I just got distracted and tripped, and then my coffee wasn’t in my hands anymore, and….”

“It’s okay it’s okay!” You said, cutting off his rambling, “It’s just a shirt, really it's no big deal.” You stated, trying to get the flustered man to calm down, as the other four boys are at the door trying their hardest not to laugh.

“Let me buy you another coffee, or a new shirt, please, something, I feel terrible.” He said, as he tried to calm himself down, ears burning red, as you looked at him with an expression of kindness. “Let me take you out shopping to make up for this.”

He wants to take me shopping, just because of a little spill? I can’t do that, that would be too much… though his rambling is kinda cute… you thought to yourself.

After some contemplation, you agreed to a small shopping trip with him, simply because you were too shy to outwardly say that you wanted to see him again. The shopping trip that afternoon was one of the best days you have had since moving to Seoul. He kept his promise of only getting you one shirt, and even then you felt bad, but you did enjoy the time spent with him.

End of flashback

Choi Yeonjun. THE Choi Yeonjun of Tomorrow X Together. YOUR Choi Yeonjun. All you could think about in the three months of you two dating is “how? Why is he with me? He’s an idol, and I’m just… me.” This thought constantly running through your head. Trapped in your mind. Yet even with this thought, you also think about the dates you have been on with him, How happy he looks. How excited he gets to see you, no matter how exhausted he is. How he always looks at you with the most loving expressions. Why me. The thought unable to leave your mind.

Yeonjun knows that you overthink things a lot. As much as you try to hide it, he has been able to figure out your tells within the last three months. Whenever he sees that you are overthinking, he does everything in his power to comfort your mind, and put your thoughts at ease. But tonight is different. Tonight is worse than he has seen in the past. So tonight, he takes you on a spontaneous walk around the city. He knows that you will talk when you are ready, and he doesn't want to push you, but he wants you to know that he is there with you, and he knows that night walks tend to ease your mind.

Tonight is the quietest that Yeonjun has ever seen you. Of course you still greeted him with a hug, and a kiss, but he could tell immediately that you are not feeling alright. Walking through the city, you breathe in the fresh air, and look at all of the lights, a sight that always takes your breath away. The two of you have been walking for what seems like forever, when he finally sits you at a park bench.

“Baby, you have been quieter than normal tonight. What’s on your mind?” He asks in the most soothing, loving voice you have ever heard.

“I don't know Jun, there’s so much going through my head, I dont know where to start.” With this, he sits quiet for a moment, thinking of the right thing to say.

“Why don't we start with what you are thinking about the most?” He suggests, keeping his tone calm and collected, even though he is freaking out inside, trying his hardest not to overthink himself.

You didn't want to ask right away what was truly on your mind, so you brought up stress with work instead. Talking about how things are becoming a little overwhelming, and how other people are not getting their work done on time, which pushes your work behind too. Yeonjun sits there listening to every word you say, soaking in all of the information, determining if you need advice, or if you simply need to let your thoughts out. He concludes the latter, and the two of you begin walking again.

After another few minutes of walking, and thinking, you realize you are walking through an open field at a nearby park. Stopping in your tracks, you look up at the sky, noticing that even with the city lights illuminating, you can still see the stars.

“Why don't we lay here and look for shooting stars?” Yeonjun suggests, knowing that looking at the stars is one of your favorite pastimes.

Quietly nodding, you lay down on the soft grass, feeling Yeonjun lay next to you. You can tell that your quietness is making him nervous, and it makes you feel bad. You are in no way trying to hurt him, you are just nervous to ask him the thoughts that are rolling through your mind. Just ask, he isn’t going to judge you, he never has… but what if this is the one time that he does? What if he takes it the wrong way and doesnt want to be with you anymore…

“Y/n? Please, talk to me, I know there is more that you are thinking of other than work. Please let me help baby…” he says, starting to project his worry for you.

After a moment of silence, you finally decide to ask.

“Why me?” You blurt out, too scared to look in his direction.

“What? What do you mean?” He asks, his worried tone turning to a slight panic.

“Why me? Why are you with me of all people? You could have literally anyone in the world, and you settled for me… Why?” You ask, now looking at him, though you look away again when you see the shocked expression that has taken over his perfect features. Another moment of silence passes as you wait for his response, still trapped in your thoughts, that are increasing with every passing second.

Before you know it, his lips are on yours, and you are caught in the most passionate kiss you have ever felt. It felt like a movie scene kiss. Sparks flying and fireworks exploding in the distance. Pure love. After a few moments he pulls away, and looks at you, deep in your eyes, as if he is staring straight into your soul.

“Why am I with you? Because when I am with you, I know that I can be my true self. I know that I can goof around, and I wont be judged. When I’m with you, I feel like I can live a normal life. When I’m with you… I feel free.”

Free. That was it. That was the difference between him and the others. That was the feeling you had on the first shopping trip. The feeling that you felt when you were with him. Free. Completely and utterly free.

Unaware that you were now realizing that you felt the same, you were brought back to reality when you heard concern in his voice again.

“Y/n?” Concern now beginning to seep into his mind, as if he said the wrong thing.

Returning to reality, you pull him into another passionate kiss, letting your lips mold to his in perfect unison.

“That’s it. That’s what it is.” You whisper with a smile on your face. As happy as Yeonjun is to see you smiling for the first time tonight, he is confused, and you can see it all over his face.

“I couldn’t figure out why i think less when you’re around. But that’s it. Exactly what you said.” You say, starting to gain some of your normal happiness back.

“Which part?” He asks, trying to hide the smirk that is creeping onto his lips.

“You make me feel free.”

With that, he pulls you into the tightest hug. Arms wrapped around you, making you feel protected and safe. A wave of emotions washes over you after your sudden realization, and you begin to feel tears stinging your eyes, unable to hold them back. Laying there on the grass, in the middle of a park, being held by the one man who has been able to ease your thoughts, you felt free. For the first time. The thoughts that consumed your mind were at ease, and you felt free. Free of overthinking, free of the fear that nobody will accept you or your mind, free of the trapped feeling that consumed you until now. With Choi Yeonjun, you were free.

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together fluff #choi yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #txt fanfic #txt fluff #junnie #yeonjun fanfic #txt

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Your top five (5) favourite moments in games you've seen/played/read? (Either moments in TTRPGs, video games, or just really good design decisions in either that you enjoyed. Deliberately open-ended so you can pick :3)

Ooooo I'm excited to dig into this one.

1. This one is gonna be a little cliché but... The whole conversation with The Master in Fallout 1. Fallout 1 was probably THE game that first got me to really start consciously thinking of the potential of videogames as an artform, and to this day I still consider it (along with some of its sister games like Fallout 2, Planescape: Torment, etc.) to be one of the best-written CRPGs of all time, and the fact that if you've put in the work you can beat the final boss entirely by talking to him (which has been like, standard fare for CRPGs now and it kinda already was by the time I first played the game, but was a first for me anyway) blew my tiny mind at the time.

2. Another Fallout 1 one (can you tell this game was extremely formative for me?), which is a little bit more personal but also will kinda require me to spoil a HUGE chunk of the main quest, so... Yeah.

The initial inciting incident that drives the first half of Fallout 1 is as follows: The main control chip for your Vault's water purification system is broken. You've been sent to find a replacement, and there's a hard time limit to do so before the Vault's clean water reserves run out and everyone dies of dehydration.

It isn't even really a questline as much as it is a big mystery (i.e. it isn't like in New Vegas where your initial objective is to find Benny and there's a pretty explicit breadcrumb trail of quests to lead you to him, Fallout 1 gives you gives you a couple initial nudges in the right direction but other than that there isn't an explicit series of quests that will lead you to the chip, you're kinda just thrust into the world and left to your own devices to ask questions and investigate)

Eventually you find out there is a vault under the Necropolis with a functioning water purification system, but there is a big problem. The Ghouls that live in the Necropolis used to get their water from a water pump, but the pump has been broken for a while, and they've been using the vault under the city as their new source of water, so they need the chip too.

In my first playthrough I found out about the Necropolis water chip with just a few days left to recover the chip, and the way I ended up dealing with this problem was the first time a game made me feel like a scumbag lol. At first I tried to resolve the situation ethically. I met with the leader of the Ghouls, we talked about it, and he agreed to let me take the chip if I helped repair the town's water pump.

I made my way to the pump (the town was already occupied by supermutants at this point, so it wasn't easy) and then I just. Wasn't able to fix it.

And I was scared that if I took the time to find a way to do it, I was gonna run out of time to actually take the chip back to the vault.

So I ended up deciding to steal the chip, telling myself that I was just gonna take the chip, take it to my vault, and then once the time limit wasn't a concern anymore, I'd come back and help them with the water pump.

But then I just kinda felt ashamed and I kept avoiding coming back because I was afraid that everyone in town was gonna be hostile or treat me as a thief or something.

And by the time I actually brought myself to go back, I found everyone dead.

Tbqh I don't know if all the Ghouls dying is something that only happens if you steal the chip, or it was a scripted event that always happens due to the supermutant occupation (in the second half of the game supermutants start slowly wiping out settlements). All I know that when I entered the town and found every ghoul I encountered out on the street dead I just. Left without exploring any further and never came back in that playthrough.

It's a moment that still sticks in my mind over a decade later.

3. A TTRPG one: I've talked A LOT on this blog about how Mausritter is my favorite TTRPG ever. It was my second non-D&D TTRPG ever, it was the game that definitely convinced me to switch over to the indie scene, and there's A LOT of things I love about it, but out of all those things I want to focus on a single line that fundamentally changed my brain chemistry as someone who was still learning about TTRPGs: "Dice are dangerous, clever plans don't need to roll". As someone who by that point was still stuck in the D&D-induced mentality that almost every action needs a dice roll, that single line completely changed the way I approach that particular genre of dungeon-crawling TTRPG both as a player (each dice roll you need to make represents a potential point of failure, minimize the number of dice rolls you need to make by using the tools at your disposal in clever and creative ways to stack the odds in your favor and avoid/bypass/simplify risky situations with uncertain outcomes) and as a GM (asking for dice rolls is best reserved for situations where the players are just trying to brute force their way through a problem in a way that has a significant chance of failure and fully exposes them to the potential risks of said failure. If they're using creative thinking and stacking the situation in their favor to avoid the potential risks of their actions or reduce the chance of failure, you should just let them automatically succeed without rolling anything)

4. Another TTRPG one, this time from Troika!, My FIRST ever non-D&D TTRPG. The reason why I tend to not be that much into RPGs which include dozens of pages of worldbuilding about their setting, no matter how cool or interesting, is because Troika! (and later Mausritter) made me fall in love with the kind of RPG that effectively manages to do all the worldbuilding it needs to do through stuff like random tables, class descriptions, items, etc, and my favorite example of this in Troika! is the Derivative Dwarf character background (although honorable mentions go to several others, like the Wizard Hunter, Yongardy Lawyer, and Monkeymonger)

Like, in this one character background description, Troika! manages to paint a more unique, interesting and compelling picture of what its version of Dwarf society and culture are like than many fantasy RPGs do in several pages.

5. Back to vidya games, one of my favorite videogames of all time was this one time I was playing Dwarf Fortress in Adventurer Mode. I was fighting a Cyclops, and I managed to cut off his arm, only to see the cyclops (who up until that point had been unarmed) pick up his own severed arm and start bludgeoning me to death with it. It was the moment that really made me realize the true scope of that game's potential for emergent gameplay. Because it's like. The cyclops being able to do that wasn't an explicitly scripted interaction, it's not like Toady decided to intentionally code in the ability for characters to use their own severed body parts as weapons, it was just a natural result of characters being able to pick up miscellaneous objects to use as weapons and a severed arm technically counting as a miscellaneous object, and I think that makes the resulting interaction a thousand times cooler than if it was something someone intentionally coded in.

#ttrpg #vidya games

[candychameleon]

post of all my thoughts on the Skybound Transformers comic, where i actually go into WHY i like it

NOT SPOILER-FREE I wanna ramble freely abt this!!

i mean tbh all i have so far is praise but i just wanna ramble about specifically WHY i like it ykno

ok so first off the brutality…I've seen ppl complain abt that but honestly i LOVE it. I like this story establishing the tone and stakes RIGHT away. I was like OH okay it's going to be THIS kind of comic (in a good way). the comics being darker is smth i've always liked.

what's more I feel like it establishes the gravity of the decepticons being there. like...I don't think, in ANY TF thing, I have ever really felt FEAR for the human characters. so...starscream squishing a guy into GOO on-panel was a big OH moment. the danger feels tangible

which brings me into my thoughts on the decepticons and like...listen, i am the FIRST in line for stories about sympathetic decepticons and morally grey autobots. but i am absolutely LOVING how delightfully sadistic starscream is. it's about time he was an actual threat again

as much as i enjoy the misunderstood/underdog decepticon stories…they are the villains. that has always been their purpose in TF as an entire concept (besides SG i guess). so letting them BE villains and be just WHOLLY awful people like ooh i can get into this 👌

they're awful in a realistic way too, at least to me. like i enjoy how cartoonishly ~evil~ the decepticons are in like, the og g1 cartoon, but i'd never describe g1 starscream as "sadistic". but HERE?? in this comic?? absolutely would describe him that way. and it's amazing

which like…I am also glad for a story that doesn't pull its punches and give "important" characters plot armor. like i was FULLY shocked at not only the characters that (supposedly) died, but how brutally they died as well. again, great way to establish stakes

energy/resources scarcity is also something i'm glad is touched upon by this story right out the gate, you can FEEL the desperation from BOTH sides. it's something that's baked into the concept since g1, but i feel like g1 doesn't FULLY explore that yknow

the amount of horror i felt watching soundwave and starscream rip skywarp apart out of sheer desperation? yeah that SHOOK me, and i LOVE when stories can do that. that was horrific and really went a long way in showing just how desperate cybertronians have become and what lines the cons are willing to cross. rip though god, was hoping skywarp was finally gonna get to do something LMAOO 💀💀

but also on the other hand…wow a continuity where CLIFFJUMPER gets to do something and doesn't die immediately?? revolutionary, good for him

and i have seen a lot of people praising this specifically and i have to agree that i LOVE how this optimus prime is written. he's so kind and gentle, with an absolute WONDER for the beauty of organic life and willingness to protect creatures he JUST met. i love that so much??

i've been so jaded abt OP for a while and only recently started liking him bc i have issues with how he's written in…a LOT of continuities lol. but this is such good OP characterization. not my FAVE, like honestly my fave OP is more like Tired Annoyed Dad, but this is SO good

uhh I think that's all my thoughts. tl;dr i am LOVING this comic so so much so far, the fact that i can ramble THIS much about it when there are only 4 issues out is a great thing imo, i am so excited to see where this story goes!

(and I'm hoping maybe someday I can work on them myself ahdlfsjh i am gonna try my hardest to make that happen)

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what lurked in the forest

Hi! I hope I'm doing this right because I've never actually posted on tumblr, and I hardly interact with it besides mcyt g/t so...

I used a prompt inspired by @oh-i-need-a-name , so thank you for that! this is also me outing myself as leaf anon lol

I hope you enjoy!

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You couldn’t blame Tommy for being curious about what lurked in the forest.

He didn’t know why he was so obsessed with the forest. Maybe it was a form of escapism from his miserable life in the village. Maybe he just wanted to spite all the people who warned him to stay away from the forest. Either way, he was drawn to it like a moth to a light.

It was stupid, he knew that. He knew the dangers of being so mesmerised by the forest, the rumours of monsters and whatnot in there was too much of a risk. Yet as each day passed by, he felt more and more of a desire to go into there.

But that’s just a fantasy.

He stared at the forest while at the market, for what had to be the millionth time wondering every secret the forest held.

“Thomas!”

Oh shit. He knew that voice. It was the jeweler he stole from.

Immediately, he broke off into a sprint. He needed to get away from this guy.

This was his last chance of ‘being good’ in this village, otherwise he’d get kicked out, teenager or not. He had stolen one too many times from one too many people and he was let off with one more warning before the civilians would throw him out.

It seemed like he wasted his one last chance.

But he had a good reason! He needed food somehow, but everyone seemed to turn their nose up when they remembered not everyone had their perfect life and could afford any meal they pleased.

Left turn. Duck. Take a right. Another left.

And… he hit a dead end. Oops.

“Thomas!” The man screeched. He turned with wide eyes to see the jeweler charging at him with a livid look.

Tommy searched for any direction to run but before he could leave again-

The jeweler grabbed Tommy roughly.

“You.”

Tommy grimaced. “Me.”

“You’ve really done it now. How many times have we told you that you need to put an end to this?” The jeweler scowled. “That necklace took me weeks to make!” He shook his head. “No more of this.”

A crowd gathered around from all the screaming and chasing.

He dragged Tommy closer to the walls of the village. The walls were originally built to keep whatever was in there out, but apparently, it was good to throw children out of their village as well.

“No wait, please!” Tommy looked around the village, desperate for anyone to take pity on him and stop what was happening, but he was only met with disapproving looks.

The man shoved him to the wall, “get to the other side, now,” he gritted out. “If you don’t start climbing in ten seconds, I will not hesitate to throw you over.”

Tommy took a trembling breath and nodded, climbing up the tall wall. It was better than getting injured or worse, his ego getting bruised and he knew better than to think that the jeweler was bluffing.

He was at the top of the wall, it being scarily tall. He looked back at the jeweler, who had an expectant look on him. “Well?”

With no other choice, Tommy jumped down.

White hot pain flared up in his right ankle, causing him to suck in a sharp breath of pain, but after a few minutes, he began to walk, fearing what would happen if he just stood still

Okay, so now what?

Maybe he should be figuring out a full plan, but he was panicking a little, sue him.

There was no way he could go back to the village, to that one at least. If that jeweler or even the crowd watching the two spot him, he’d be in deep shit.

And he had no idea where any other village would be.

He looked at the forest.

He may regret this.

Tommy walked over to the forest, ready to explore. Despite the fear he was feeling, he was curious and even excited to finally see the forest.

He put his hand on the trees, seeing how the rough texture felt.

As he walked through the woods, he couldn’t help but feel like there was eyes on him. That made him wary, but if he got through this quick enough, he’d be fine. Maybe he’d see something magical.

He was always fascinated by magic, if he could meet whatever was staring at him – if anything was – then he would albeit from a distance.

Everything was okay for a little while as he explored the forest. He didn’t realize the sun was beginning to set, he was too captivated by the strange noises and the large trees.

Everything was fine.

Until he heard a growl.

He didn’t care about meeting magical creatures, but this thing did not sound friendly.

Tommy’s heart dropped and he snapped his head to the noise. Fear washed over him as he looked at this animal.

He had no clue what it was. It looked somewhat like a wolf, but it had to be twice the size of one. The creature bared its teeth at Tommy, showing just how sharp they were, making his heartbeat pick up.

It walked over to him slowly, as if he was the prey.

He was.

Tommy stumbled backward. Stupid. This was stupid. He heard the tales of this forest and went in anyway instead of looking for another village and pray they’d take him in. Now he was going to die.

His back hit a tree, leaving him no more room to escape as the creature moved forward.

“Hey,” Tommy whimpered out, “nice… creature thingy? Please don’t hurt me.”

It lunged at him and bit his arm. Tommy cried out.

Before it could do anything more, the creature paused. Tommy tried to stay as still as he could to avoid anymore attention, but it was hard to do with his chest heaving.

Then the creature ran off.

Tommy laughed in relief, perhaps in hysteria as well before looking at his bleeding out arm. The damage was bad. Blood gushed out from it when Tommy so much as moved his arm.

This sucked. An injured ankle and an injured leg.

He needed to get out of here.

With a grunt of pain, he shakily stood up and cradled his injured arm. He ignored the spots appearing in his vision when Tommy looked for where he last was, hoping that he could leave the forest.

And- oh. He was lost.

With the dumb creature throwing him off his tracks, he had no idea where he came from. Tommy didn’t want to accidentally go farther from the forest.

He frowned, trying to decide which way he should go before he felt vibrations from the ground.

Dread washed through him. Is this another one of those creatures? Oh gods, he hoped not.

With a shaky breath, he whipt his head to where the vibrations seemed to be coming from, bracing himself for the worst.

His heart thumped loudly in his ears, making it unable to hear anything else. For a quick moment, he thought he was in the clear and the vibrations were just him going crazy.

And then a giant shoe landed right in front of him.

Tommy immediately yelped and backed away from it quickly.

He looked up.

And up.

And up.

His eyes widened as he saw a fucking giant.

They had brown fluffy hair and peered down at him.

What the fuck is the giant going to do to him. He’s going to fucking die. He’s going to-

The giant frowned. “You’re hurt.” His voice rang loudly into Tommy’s ear.

He could talk?!

Tommy willed himself to take a deep breath and calm down. “I am.” Despite trying to keep some composure, fear was still clear as day in his tone.

“You’re bleeding a lot.” He crouched down to inspect Tommy’s wound more, making the blonde back away even more so. “I tried to ward off the goile when I heard screams, but it didn’t work. Sorry about that.”

“‘the goile’?” Tommy parroted, then shook his head. “You know, uh. Thank you for that. But I’m afraid I must… go.” Maybe, hopefully, the giant would just leave him alone.

Of course, he wasn’t so lucky.

“But your far from any village,” the giant told him. “I wouldn’t be here if there was one nearby. And you’re going to bleed out by the time you even try to reach anywhere.”

“I’ll be fine,” Tommy hastily reassured. “Don’t worry about me, big man! Thanks for the help, but this forest is clearly dangerous for me, so I’ll just try to leave as quick as possible.”

The giant, much to Tommy’s dismay, only frowned at that. “Humans take so long to travel though.” The brunette hummed in thought before moving their hand that must be three times the size of the teen closer to him.

Tommy flinched back and yelled, causing the giant to pause. “What are you doing?!” He panted, ignoring how the world seemed to start spinning.

“You can’t go back to any sort of village. The closest one must be far away, and you’re too injured even if you were to travel.” He explained like it was obvious. “So I’m going to bring you to my house.”

“Your house?” Tommy repeated, and gods, this must be some weird fever dream he was experiencing. There’s no way this was real. “You have a house?”

The giant shrugged. “What, you expect me to live in a cave?” They gave a toothy grin, unsettling Tommy even more so.

“I mean, sort of.” Tommy muttered, looking at the ground.

He snorted. “I’ve lived in this forest for as long as I can remember. I can’t live in a cave for my whole life. I built a house.”

“That’s great. Love woodwork and stuff, uh. I’ll pass though.” Tommy fumbled out. “I don’t- I can’t come with you. I’ve got to get home.” Wherever home was.

“At least let me fix you up, with your injury and all.”

“I-” Tommy swallowed thickly. It was getting hard to ignore the spinning. “Is it… I feel sick.” He stated.

And then it went black.

----

Tommy woke up with a groan.

It was warm. When was it ever this warm? He couldn’t remember, but he welcomed it.

Then his memories came rushing back and he hastily sat up becoming overwhelmingly aware of his surroundings. He was on a pillow, but it wasn’t any pillow, no, it was huge.

In fact, everything that surrounded him was massive.

This wasn’t good. He was kidnapped by this giant, that was the only logical explanation, and he couldn’t get out of there.

Hesitantly, he peaked over the edge to see how far the drop was, thinking it could be worth it even if he broke a bone, but it was better than possibly dying by the hands of the giant.

Unfortunately, the drop was much too big. There was no doubt about it that he’d die if he tried to jump down. Fuck.

Humming was heard throughout the room. He snapped his head toward the sound, tensed and prepared for his death.

He was met with the giant, but instead of a sinister expression like he expected, the brunette had a surprised smile on his face. “Oh, you’re up. I thought you’d be awake for at least a few more hours.”

Oh, so that was it. He wanted Tommy to be conscious and experience all the torture and pain. Tommy swallowed thickly. This was fine, he’d be able to stall. “Yeah, why would I be asleep for so long?”

The giant looked at him as if it was obvious. “Because you passed out from blood loss?”

Tommy blinked. Maybe that was obvious. He moved his arm to see it and was surprised to see it messily bandaged up. “Why… why would you help me? I thought…” he trailed off, not daring to finish the sentence.

But the giant caught on. “You thought what?”

“Aren’t you supposed to- I heard rumours of what goes on in the forest,” Tommy started, “and, um. Most creatures, especially with the tales I’ve heard of giants are, you know, kind of… bad?” He finished with a wince, hoping that the giant wouldn’t act through anger after hearing that.

Unexpectedly, there was hurt plastered upon the giant’s face rather than anger. “I wouldn’t ever do that,” he whispered, as if it was a forbidden thing.

Tommy nodded, words failing, and unsure of how to reply. He didn’t even know if he believed that.

“I would never do that,” the brunette repeated firmly, making Tommy’s heartbeat pick up.

Shit, did he offend the guy? That wasn’t what he intended, he just didn’t think lying would be the smartest move to make.

“Okay! That’s good, it’s just what I heard.” Tommy responded, wondering how he could carry on the conversation and possibly how to get the fuck out of here.

“Do you believe it?”

Tommy looked away from the man, and that was the only confirmation the giant needed to see.

“I won’t do anything,” he reassured, clearly desperate to convince Tommy. “I helped you.”

“I know, but you could.” Tommy reminded. “It’d be easy.” He muttered, looking back up to him.

The giant’s face fell even more. “Wouldn’t I have already done it? I could do it anytime I wanted to, and I haven’t. Why would I fix you up if I wanted to see you get hurt?”

That was terrifying, but true. It was unlikely they’d be having the conversation they were having if this person had any ulterior motives.

“Okay,” Tommy replied, sounding more convinced. “Yeah, you’re right. I- thank you for helping me.” He didn’t fully trust the giant, how could he? But he just needed to be wary, not completely paralyzed by fear.

“What’s your name?” The giant asked.

“I’m Tommy,” he answered.

The giant smiled softly. “I’m Wilbur.” He held out his hand, making Tommy flinch, for a millisecond wondering if it was all a ruse, but nothing happened. Then it clicked, Wilbur had his hand out as if he wanted the teen to shake it.

So, with hesitance, Tommy grabbed onto the pinkie finger with both of his hands and said, “it’s nice to meet you.”

#mcyt g/t #tiny!tommy #giant!wilbur #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #please bear with me #ive never written g/t #im struggling man #leaf writes

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

I saw your requests are open, I hope it’s okay to send something in! (˃ᆺ˂) I appreciate your writing style!

I wanted to ask if you could do some headcanons of Atsushi x petite!shy fem s/o who shares in his beast ability, only she can turn into a wolf? Just soft things between a tiger and wolf gifted if you are able too! I appreciate your time and hope you have an amazing day ahead! ✨🐺

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Atsushi X Fem!reader

Genre:Fluff

Format:Headcanons

Warnings:None

Word Count:0.7K

A/n:girl you literally broke me lol. i mean i couldnt really think of anything yet i wanted to do this request because i like you a lot :') anyway, these are all i could do,hope its ok :> i love you and ty for requesting! my inbox was pretty empty lol

@alphaofdarkness

ok lmao.

so the boy was shocked as hell when he found out about your ability.

i mean,youre kinda like him! except that you turn into a wolf instead of a tiger lol.

so the first time you guys met, he was super excited,but also super awkward. he wanted to make conversation, but didnt know where to start. and when he did think of something, it wasnt as smooth as it had to be.

"sooo...can you howl...?"

you were like: bruh what the hell

"yeah...i guess i can" "oh? thats cool! i...i can roar!" "oh? good! good for you!"

yeah the silence is definitely better lol

but when you got to know each other a bit more, you were both comfortable. a bit too much actually.

he wasnt as on gaurded as he was around his superiors, and he liked playing pranks on you (without crossing the line tho)

you once hid in the bathroom and scared the shit out of him. you were in your wolf form, and when he was entering the bathroom, you jumped out of your hideout and rumbled at him. he screamed-a very loud one, until he realised it was you.

he ended up laughing at his own reaction, but he wanted to repay you. i mean, Atsushi is a bit naughty too, if you watch him closely hehe

so when he hid in your closet and roared, you screamed and suddenly lost your balance. thankfully he was fast, so he immediately turned back into his human form and prevented you from falling to the ground by placing his arms under you.

you were like a princess in his arms, but like a shy and surprised princess, and boy he was not a smooth prince.

you were both a blushing mess, but you also couldnt take your eyes off each other. you never really payed attention to his face, and how gorgeous his eyes were.

he was also getting lost in your gaze before you smacked his head.

"ouch!" "you like what you see?" "yes! WAIT I MEAN NO-"

Things definitely got awkward again, but good awkward. that incident was enough for both of you to realise that what you felt for each other wasnt just normal liking, it was something more.

then the romance begins.

it took him quite a long time to ask you out, and he wouldnt have been able too, without the help of Dazai, but he did it eventually.

your jokes got a bit cheesier.

"i have a talking tiger at my house,you know? i can show it to you if you come over []~(￣▽￣)~* "

and when you did came over, nothing cheesy happened, cuz its Atsushi were talking about.

you were the first one who made the move fot cuddling, and his silence was definitely a sign of satisfaction.

he has someone like him helping him during the missions now. he doesnt want you to get hurt, but hello? youre a wolf! theres nothing to worry about!

so when hes finally sure that you can take care of yourself, he's relieved, cuz he doesnt have to be afraid anymore, not without you by his side.

you both relate the pain of having your clothes ripped after transformation. its definitely a pain, but having someone whos going through the same thing is definitely better than nothing

ok ok hear me out. once you both were so tired from the mission that you fainted on he street and had others worry about you. Kunikida was really pissed, but when he find you two curled up around each other in your animal form, he got super soft.

you were in his arms, slightly snoring while rubbing yourself on his belly, and he was subconciously tightenning his embrace around you while licking your head.

everyone were taking pics and were like "Awwww! look at them!"

youre adorable :>

Atsushi is easier to open up around you. he knows that you once went through the same difficulties. he knows that some people werent exactly kind to you because of your ability, and he can relate. thats one of the reason he fell in love with you, because you understand him and dont question his fears

ok baby. i really hope you like this and thanks for reading💕

-Ash

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #atsushi x reader #nakajima atsushi #atsushi headcanons #bsd anime #bsd #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi x y/n #atsushi x you #nakajima atsushi x reader #atsushi nakayama #atsushi fluff

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Last song: Ode to the Mets. Can't stop listening to the whole album in general but this song has been really getting me.

Favorite Color: Blue! Specifically the deep blue of an autumn sky like so:

Currently Watching: Lots of rewatches with friends like Twin Peaks and Adventure Time. I recently finished Fionna and Cake and have been sitting on that a lot. I like it more and more as time goes on.

Last Movie: Moonrise Kingdom. It was... enlightening to watch it again after not seeing it since I was a child. A lot of trans-awakening moments packed in there that I just completely misinterpreted when I first saw it lol. In my defense, I was like 12.

Currently Reading: Harrow the Ninth. Loving it so far and I've been voraciously searching for the little hints thrown in throughout. Very excited to at least get some sense of what's actually happening instead of trying to parse it through subtext.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory

Relationship status: I've got a pardner which is different from a partner in that it sounds like a cowboy thing and neither person knows anything.

Current Obsessions: The mod project I've been writing for, Fallout Cascadia. It's been incredibly fun writing for a video game-sized mod because there's not a lot of pressure for perfection or to meet a particular standard or deadline, but I also get the satisfaction of working for a big project that's at least semi-professionally organized. The people on the team are exactly my kind of weirdos and I love to hang out with them. Also, Fallout mods were such an important part of my childhood and I've always wanted to contribute to one to add the things I felt were always missing from them so this is a childhood dream come true.

Last googled: A tweet about Obamacare that a friend was trying to find and that I had never heard of. I was unsuccessful in finding it :(

Currently working on: A few quests for Cascadia. I've finally rounded out the three NPC merchants I've been working on so now I've got the time to get into actual quest writing. I've got a nice set of small quests sprinkled in with an entire companion I've been rotating in my head for a while now so I've got a lot of fun work ahead. I'm also doing some preliminary prep work for my next D&D arc.

I'll tag @impish-lion and @gracelikesfries. This is my first time letting myself do one of these things so don't laugh pls :)

[miksy63]

Chapter 2: He's Single...Right?

Author's Note: was a little scared to continue this but some lovely writers on Discord encouraged me <33 I also went way overboard on the scene of Denki with kids lol.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Denki has a girlfriend? And it's [Y/N]?? Huh???

[Y/N] stood there on shaky legs, cameras flashing in her face and mouth hanging open. Truthfully, she’d never really had a run-in with the press, despite knowing so much about their job and how to use them in one’s favour. Denki, who for once was in front of the press in his right state of mind, recovered more quickly.  Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he guided [Y/N] through the crowd, carefully shoving some particularly persistent paparazzi when needed.  [Y/N], still too shocked, simply let herself be whisked through the crowd by the blond. 

Kaminari brought the [h/c] woman further inside the event, where the press were not allowed. That, however, didn't stop the questions as a group of younger heroes rushed up to the couple, all very excited for their friend.

“Denki! Why didn’t you tell us?!” the pink haired girl questioned with a smirk. The redhead and tall dark haired men let out their own remarks of surprise, while a familiar ash blond simply scowled, looking over at [Y/N] and his friend. “Hi! I’m Mina Ashido, but you can call me Mina!” the pink haired girl turns to [Y/N] with an excited smile.

The whole situation left the [h/c] woman feeling very overwhelmed, between just getting away from the paparazzi and Denki’s friends thinking they’re a couple. When she glanced beside her, [Y/N] found Kaminari staring, even more flustered than her. Deciding to deal with the situation herself, blushing, she addressed the group of friends “I…think there’s been some confusion with the paparazzi…” the large redhead looked down at her in confusion “they ahh-took a picture out of context and ran with it…” she chuckled, trying to make light of the awkward situation.

“So… how do you two know each other then..?” the dark-haired man asks. [Y/N] smiles bashfully “I’m actually his publicist…and you could say that we’re…Friends-yeah, friends!” hearing a scoff, she turns her head to the frowning blond “didn’t look like friends the way that brain-fried dumbass was all over you…” with a disinterested look he adds “not like I give a shit…” Suddenly Denki perks up “Wait, when was I brain-fried around [Y/N]...?” Sensing that they might have exhausted the couple, Mina pulls her group of friends away, promising to see Denki later.

Looking up at him nervously, [Y/N] prepares to tell  Denki the truth, only to be cut off “We met before that day in the office?’ she sighed, answering the man honestly “I was walking past after you overused your quirk and the press were swarming you…” the woman pauses to check on his expression, not being able to read it, she continues. “I grabbed your hand and took you somewhere more quiet… you just kind of stared and grunted at me” Denki looks away, embarrassed to hear that you saw him like that. “When I was deciding whether or not to take you to a hospital, your grumpy friend with the red eyes came and started grilling me. He seemed worried about what I was doing with you…then after he realized I was taking care of you, he picked you up and walked away.” Kaminari was still looking away in embarrassment and [Y/N] waited nervously to see what he’d say. “I’m really sorry for not telling you, it’s just…when we met in my office, you didn’t seem to remember and you looked really embarrassed by what happens when you overuse your quirk…” Finally meeting her [e/c] eyes, Denki looks sadly at [Y/N] “I’m not mad…” the woman held her breath, waiting for his next words. “It’s just…well I’m pretty upset that that was someone’s first impression of me…” the blond haired man looks at the ground defeatedly, when [Y/N] playfully nudges him with her shoulder, pausing a moment before speaking. “Hey… it wasn't that bad, I actually thought it was kinda cu-cool!” Denki blinked with wide eyes. Was she about to say cute? “Pfft… yeah right, since when has being dumb and mindless been cool?” the man looks at [Y/N], confusion swirling in his eyes.

After a moment, the [h/c] woman looks at Kaminari with a bright smile “I just think it really shows your commitment to heroism…I mean the fact that using your quirk could leave you defenceless…” the woman stops to think for a beat “But you charge in headfirst, knowing what could happen…you’re really brave you know that?” she asks him, tilting her head. Honestly, Kaminari’s never thought about things that way…he always just saw the drawbacks of his quirk, never stopping to think about what it means that he still pursued being a hero. The blond’s cheeks heat up and he’s suddenly too shy to look his new publicist in the eye “That uhh…that’s actually really helpful, I’ve never thought about it that way before…thanks”. Somehow, the woman's smile grows even larger. “I’m glad we’re all good!”

Grinning widely, [Y/N] reaches a hand out to Kaminari “With the way our night started…I think we could both use a drink?” The young hero hesitates, staring for a moment at her shining eyes and bright smile…Was she this pretty before? “Kaminari? Hey, you okay?” shaking himself from his thoughts, Denki grabs her hand and she leads him off to the bar.

Now Denki wasn’t an alcoholic or anything…but…this wasn’t the kind of bar he was thinking of when [Y/N] first mentioned it. This bar was really…short, and the closest thing to a shot was the small cup of artificially coloured syrup one of the small children was holding. As if she caught onto his train of thought, [Y/N] turns to the blond with a smirk “What… you didn’t think there’d be actual booze at an event for children…did you?”. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Kaminari lets out a groan “You’re cruel” the woman shrugs in return “Come on, those kids are the reason we’re here” [Y/N] glances over to see him with a slight frown on his face, so she nudges him gently “And don’t forget to smile…”

When the couple got to the “bar”, they were greeted with several pairs of large, curious eyes.  Claiming a barstool that was very obviously small for him, Kaminari puts on a tight smile, waving to the little girl in the seat beside him. The girl looks at the blond quizzically, before putting down her snack “who are you?” Denki looks stunned into silence by the blunt question. Taking the stool beside Denki, the [h/c] woman answers for him “This is Chargebolt, the hero!” she notices some of the other children crowding around, heads tilted. As if predicting what they’d ask next, [Y/N] adds “And I’m [Y/N] [L/N], the super lucky girl who gets to work for him!'' She shoots Denki a wink. At that, Kaminari feels his face heat up a bit and he looks away, suddenly feeling bashful “Heh…I’d be in quite a bind without her help, really she’s the one doing me a favour…” he tries to counter the girl’s earlier statement. The kids quickly became disinterested in whatever it was the adults were talking about, bombarding Denki with questions “what’s your quirk?” “Can I be a hero like you too?!” “Where’s your costume?” “Do you know Hawks?” “Will you give me a piggyback ride!?”. [Y/N] looked at the children with a shocked look on her face, feeling overwhelmed even though she wasn’t even the one being questioned. But Denki turned to the kids with a goofy grin and a hand in his hair, sweetly answering all of their questions with excitement. Eventually, this turned into a game of make believe heroes. As Denki, [Y/N] and the children played, a smaller little boy hesitantly came up and tugged on the blond’s slacks. Turning to him, Kaminari pauses before bending down “Hey there, what’s your name?” The boy looks away, not meeting Denki’s eyes “Kazumi..” he lets out quietly. The blond sidekick awkwardly rocks back and forth, as he looks around, before spotting some decorative lights that went out. He shuffles over to the lights and carefully sparks them with one finger. As the lights flicker on, he turns to Kazumi with a goofy grin and the boy begins to giggle.

From her place playing with the other kids, [Y/N] stops for a few moments to watch Kaminari cracking up with a smaller little boy off to the side. He and the little boy both have wide grins on their faces and [Y/N] couldn’t turn away…honestly, it was adorable. She didn’t know how long she’d stood staring but it must’ve been a while because Kaminari met her eyes with a smile and shot her a little wave. [Y/N] spins around, feeling her cheeks heat up, embarrassed at having been caught. The [h/c] woman tries to compose herself, super confused at why she felt the way she did right now. It’s just a single woman and a single (wait is he even single?!?) man looking at each other…no big deal. Yeah, totally not a big deal at all, it’s not like she likes him or anything… No! That isn’t it at all…

#denki x reader #fluff #denki kaminari #mika writes #mha #bnha

[hmimhere]

yesterday me and my friend were @ a bar having deep philosophical chats (i luv her sm and think shes one of the most brilliant minds ever but she never shows anyone so i feel uber lucky and special abt it) but we both have been in these weird ruts lately and just chatting about how white our town can b and how hard it can b to find new people that stimulate us in the typical settings we find ourselves in (uni bubble, school town typa vibes) and how a lot of ppl are just fundamentally different than us here in a core sense so it can be hard explaining the way we just are, and would they even really get to the point of letting us explaining? or care?. good shit. anyways we had been off and on talking abt that for a couple of hours and went on a cute long walk to a place we used to go to almost every single day in our mutual depression summer when we were 19 which was literally so healing and decided we needed drinks n nachos. some dude who was sitting alone at a table at the bar in our line of eyesight approached the table next to us and we overheard him asking for a usb c charger for his phone and no one there had one, and the one nice seeming girl even asked the server when he came w their food if anyone he worked w would have that cord in the back. i didnt kno what a usb c charger was off the top of my head but i had a sneaking suspicion it was the one i use for my mac and we looked it up and it WAS so i went over to his table with my charger and told him i overheard him asking for one and just had to make sure my charger would actually work. he was very grateful and super smiley and we chatted for a sec and i just kind of assumed he wanted to be left alone bc i tend to like being left alone. a couple min later he comes over and asks if it would be ok to sit w us bc we took after his own heart (kinda whitewashed brown ppl LOL) he ended up chatting w us for like 2? hours and straight up was one of the most interesting goddamn ppl ive met in this town, had a story that had me crying and deeply devastated and then laughing uproariously and then shocked and then inspired. Literally lived so many lives and was surprisingly much older than he looked (he looked SO fucking good for his age and we grilled him abt his skincare routine and he gave us the LOWDOWN,, this quite literally is finally the thing that is gonna make me start wearing sunscreen even though every single person in my life has begged me to start wearing it, this beautifully aged man changed my outlook in a single night) after he left (we ofc got his contact info and are planning to hang w him again) me and my friend were like... that literally felt like we manifested that based on the previous convos we were having about feeling very uncertain about the steps we wanted to take to have a future we are both excited by AND about talking to interesting ppl who also just get the culture and the background we are from and how much that shaped us into who we are. It was so refreshing to meet him i happy cried about it twice bc he really proved that you could go through periods of stability, extreme change, deep loss, deep despair and struggle and strife and yet not only pull yourself out of dark holes but never lose that silliness and excitement about life. As he was leaving, he was saying how he felt like our gay brown uncle imparting wisdom and giving us advice and that he would bake for us (hes a pastry chef) and damn really made me remember life is really all about the random connections u happen upon :)))) <3333

[notcolleen]

im gonna take a second to be proud of myself for actually being assertive bc it paid off (literally!!!) and also vent abt family stuff and this is just a giant mess of words lol

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so i leave for a work trip to oregon tomorrow and as excited as i am, it’s actually the worst timing ever bc 1) my family is having a memorial for my aunt tomorrow and i feel incredibly selfish for not being there and 2) my direct family (brother, middle sister, mom, dad) all have covid or assumed covid and it’s just a chaotic mess at that house rn

and this trip all happened really last minute (i got the email asking if i was interested on the 9th, everything was finalized on the 10th, found out my brother tested positive on the 11th) (i have tested negative every day since then and will test again before i leave) and bc of that/the covid situation i felt bad asking anyone in my family to help out with any logistical barriers (ie pet care while im gone, travel to/from airport, etc)

i finally did ask my oldest sister if she’d be able to watch phoebe and she’s totally fine with that, which is great bc i was literally 2 seconds away from paying someone random online just to avoiding inconveniencing her lol

and i was planning on taking a lyft there and i knew that would be ✨pricey✨ bc it’s 1.5 hrs away so i was just trying to mentally accept the cost of it (bc ultimately it’s worth it for the whole experience of traveling) but my anxiety kinda took off when i looked it up and it was $130 each away 💀

so i sent a text to my dad on wednesday asking if he would be able to drive me back from the airport on the 20th if he did not have covid and was feeling well

and he left me on read 🧚

so after a very frustrating conversation with my mom today (where she called me selfish for not considering the cost of tolls and gas rn) (which i was 100% going to pay if he drove, which i would have told him had he replied back) i ended the phone call in very dramatic tears and was like okay either im paying ~$260 and i can let that anxiety sit with me the whole trip (bc major ~scarcity mindset even with money) (it’s the worst!!!) or i can send an awkward email to the company asking if i could be reimbursed for that expense and hope the best

so i emailed a man named david whom i’ve never met (well first i edited my email until it no longer resembled a “sorry for existing !!! also no worries if not :)))) thank you so much even if not!! :))” monologue) and he responded right back with $400 worth of uber gift cards, no questions asked

and im still just sitting here amazed at how being an assertive adult / asking for things with the mindset of “the worst u can hear is no” can benefit you (also i still have to get used to working for a big company bc before this i worked for a childcare company based out of our towns little church and we were expected to pay for so much out of pocket and this company is just like gift cards all around and it’s so different)

(so now i have moved on to being anxious abt the 1.5 hr uber ride and hoping the driver is okay with literally 0 small talk) (i have more rambling thoughts re: birthdays and family resentment and expectations but this is long enough so goodbye thank u if you read this 😌)