#something that is both normal to want and able to obtain

[shalotttower]

A Natural Benefit

Title: A Natural Benefit

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female)

Summary: L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

Word count: 2100+

Notes: yandere!L, kidnapped Reader, dub-con kissing, manipulation, captivity, L and Reader were together at Wammy's House

"Would you indulge me?"

Your eyes dart up from the page to his face. L looks at you like he always does ─ an intent yet oddly distant stare that used to make goosebumps appear on your arms. Nowadays you're somewhat re-accustomed to his mannerisms. He doesn't blink much, tends to stand behind your back whenever possible, likes to play with his food and enjoys invading your personal space far too much to be deemed socially acceptable.

His habits are strange but harmless.

"No," you say, just to be contrary.

L is fond of making things sound simple, and then — snap! — the trap is shut, and you find yourself doing a completely different activity than initially expected.

"I want to kiss you."

"N-" You blink and lower your book down, not bothering to mark it. "What?"

"Kissing is an act of physical intimacy between individuals," he says like it's an obvious fact and you're merely slow on the uptake. L's expression doesn't change, neutral despite this being anything but a normal conversation starter even by your standards ─ admittedly low.

"Thank you for enlightening me about the definition," you lean back against the cushions, "still no."

"Why not?" He asks after a momentary pause.

"Because I don't want to."

A simple answer to a weird request. You try to resume reading, but there're other things currently occupying your brain ─ namely the attempts to understand what prompted such inquiry.

L never asked for physical contact before; platonic or otherwise. Sure he tried to entice you into spending time with him through bargain and manipulation, and you pretended to be oblivious enough to earn an Oscar for your acting skills. However, there never was any talk of kissing involved. Any kind of touching, actually.

He hums. "Would you like me to explain my reasons?"

Sometimes you think that the sole cause of L's existence is just so he could annoy people for kicks. His questions are always peculiar, and you've learned that every single one of them is designed to lead towards some specific conclusion, preferably the one he wants. You have a feeling that if you say 'yes', L will proceed to list a hundred points about why kissing is good. And then another hundred why kissing him specifically is beneficial.

"No."

He looks at you. You look at him and raise the book higher.

"Indulging me would benefit both of us," L says, undeterred. "You're very curious by nature and I find it quite fascinating that you're able to deny your curiosity in this particular case."

Has a more obvious bait ever existed anywhere in human history? Probably not, and you'll bet your entire life savings on it too.

"I'm not curious," you lie, "now leave me alone. I want to read."

He leans forward. "You haven't focused on the book since I asked my question."

Smartass. You purse your lips and pretend that the characters are suddenly so interesting, that it's hard to look away from the intricacies of the plot unfolding inside this fictional world. At least things there make sense; no need to figure out the hidden meanings behind other people's words, because they are mostly transparent when there's a whole paragraph dedicated to the protagonist's feelings.

He reminds you of those spider-like creatures from documentaries ─ their actions seem random at first glance, yet upon further scrutiny prove to be anything but. Instead, they're meticulously crafted and executed to obtain maximum results.

L studies you for a little while longer, and eventually pads towards the kitchenette. The kettle whistles soon after as he makes himself tea; mint flavored, judging by the aroma wafting through the air.

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You should have known that he won't give up ─ L is just as persistent as you are stubborn. If anything, you've set a challenge before him, and he tends to fixate on those until they are solved: a fact well-known and accepted among those who ever had a (dis)pleasure of interacting with him.

He doesn't outright ask you again, not the next day or the one after that. No. Accidentally, the only type of movies you're able to watch now are rom-coms or dramas with lots of kissing scenes sprinkled here and there between the banter bordering on cringe; sweet confessions spoken over candlelit dinners; passionate declarations whispered during sunsets... Clichés, amore, and kisses galore.

"I'm not sure this is the best movie for the evening," you say, as the screen flickers with images of two leads gazing into each other's eyes like they found the answers to every single question asked.

"The reviews are quite positive," L replies, munching on caramel popcorn.

"Reviews can be faked. And the trailer was misleading. I thought it was going to be an action movie."

"It is an action movie. The genres are listed right there," he points at the screen, and the words 'romance and action' stare back at you.

You frown and settle deeper into the couch cushions. It's uncomfortable ─ watching romantic scenes with L in the same room. His presence doesn't feel oppressive or demanding, yet you can't shake off the squirmy, twisty feeling. The kind when you enter an elevator with someone else and get slightly agitated for no reason. And so you try to slow down your breathing, but it only makes things worse. Your heart beats faster, palms start sweating and the hypothetical elevator stranger inevitably thinks that you're weird.

L isn't an elevator stranger. He's the owner of the elevator, and the entire building, and the city.

"He's going to die in the next ten minutes," you mutter.

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will."

L hums. "Want a bet?"

Your eyes narrow.

"If he survives past the fifteen minute mark," L says slowly, "you indulge me."

"And if he doesn't?"

"I leave you alone for two days."

There's no hesitation on his side. None whatsoever, which proves suspicious immediately ─ L never offers something unless certain about the outcome beforehand, whether by logical deduction or calculated gamble. Probability factors run inside his brain instead of blood cells and grey matter, calculating risk vs return ratio quicker than any computer ever could.

You glance at the screen. It's a simple plot. There were a twist or two earlier, sure, but overall nothing extraordinary that would require hours upon hours of critical thinking to unravel.

A man, a woman. A handsome villain who wants them dead, for various reasons. They run and fight, shoot guns, dodge punches, and kiss between those because apparently there's time for romance even when a life is on the line.

It's a very simple plot; and two days are a lot to pretend that L doesn't exist. That you got rich enough to buy this kind of apartment.

"The speakers?"

"Switched off."

"The cameras?"

"Those will stay."

Of course, they will. You wouldn't expect anything less ─ privacy issues are non-existent here in more ways than one.

L isn't always a presence. Sometimes he leaves and you're alone with nothing but books and TV to pass time, but two days sound wonderful regardless. There's something in empty spaces that's enticing, even if they're temporary. L, for all his peculiarities, isn't too bad of a company. He's quiet, and often busy with his own matters. But he also has this way of looking at you that is unnerving. Like you're interesting. Or important. Or simply fascinating.

Sometimes he wants to talk, he wants to listen, he wants to ask questions and give answers until everything blurs into an amalgamation of words. It's exhausting.

Two days sound good. His hand is dry and slender. You grasp it and shake it once.

"I'll start the timer now," L says after your hands separate.

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Twelve minutes.

Three more and he's dead.

You wish that he'd just kick the bucket already, so you could spend the next forty eight hours in pure, undiluted bliss.

_______________________________________________________

The male lead dies after seventeen minutes.

When the credits roll over, the apartment is silent except for the soft buzzing of electronics. You look at the screen, stubbornly, because you don't want to look at him, the owner of the elevator, and the building, and the city.

"It was close," he comments, as if trying to comfort you, which makes it even more of a sore spot.

That’s what L thrives on ─ technicalities, loopholes, small and seemingly insignificant details which are easily overlooked, yet make a great difference. You're not sure if you're annoyed, or disappointed. And what’s more important ─ at whom.

You have known for years that L tends to get his way eventually whenever there's something specific caught up in that head of his; a fixation which refuses to leave until satisfied, and sometimes even after. Snap. You can get up and head out of the living room, you know you can. Will you though is another question entirely.

L isn't a typical captor ─ he doesn't demand or force you into things. He simply presents a possibility and waits. Not aggressive or domineering, not sadistic. But oh he is a PhD of holding a grudge. Leaving now probably means waking up tomorrow and finding that every single disk has vanished without a trace, along with the bookshelves being switched for some obscure scientific texts on chemistry, physics and other things that require an advanced degree to fully understand.

Because someone decided that you don’t deserve entertainment anymore. Because someone is petty enough to deprive you of basic mental stimuli, and is stubborn enough to hold onto that decision even when reasoned with. Unsuccessfully.

It's a talent really, this particular brand of making your life miserable in many small ways, so they accumulate into something greater over time until you feel like the walls are closing in slowly but surely.

You can't back out, even though no one openly stops you from doing so. And L knows that. And he knows that you know. His lips twitch and curl upward before flattening again into neutral territory.

There's a theory that if you pull a band-aid fast enough, it won't hurt as much. The credibility behind it is questionable.

You exhale and meet L's gaze ─ his posture hasn't changed from the beginning to the end of the film, knees tucked to his chest, eyes two dark pools that stare without blinking. His fingers drum a steady rhythm, and that's probably the only sign that gives it away.

Anticipation.

"Fine," you say finally.

His mouth opens before closing back again. L doesn't move a bit.

He wants you to do it, you realize. Wants you to initiate instead of just allowing it. What an ass.

You squish his cheeks between your palms until his lips pucker outwards. L makes a soft noise of surprise but doesn't try to fight back.

Black lashes cast a shadow across his skin. There's no perfume or cologne, no distinct smell ─ he uses plain soap and shampoo which don't have a discernible aroma.

"I believe I was promised an indulgence," L says, voice muffled a bit by your hands on his face.

He looks like a fish this way. A silly, ridiculous image that would make you snort if not for the situation at hand.

Band-aids and ripping them off.

You sigh, lean forward, and press your mouth to his.

He tastes like caramel popcorn.

Mint tea.

Indulgence.

The angle is awkward, and L doesn't move an inch to accommodate the position. He stays still like a block of solid rock, not a single muscle twitches, and doesn't even attempt to reciprocate. You have half a mind to think that maybe he's mocking you, but then his fingers lightly curl on the fabric of his jeans. L's eyelids flutter half-closed when your noses bump, then open again right after. Another oddity added to the pile.

It lasts no longer than ten seconds before you pull away. L blinks. Touches his lower lip with the tip of a finger and rubs it like searching for traces left by the contact.

"You were promised an indulgence," you remind him, trying to sound calm, collected, but your ears and neck feel hot, "not a make-out session."

Technicalities and loopholes.

L has that look you can't quite pinpoint yet know far too well. You've seen it many times before. When he thinks about something but keeps it to himself for now.

"You look more lively," he remarks eventually. "Healthy complexion suits you."

You don't need to hear what he says next, because the words already ring through your head.

"I told you it would benefit us both."

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[reiderwriter]

The Thought of You Leaves Me Weak 🎰

Chapter 2 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive.

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: Pushing through your hangovers, you and Spencer retrace your steps from the night before to see if your shotgun Vegas marriage is legal - and find out some extra personal things along the way.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, author has a pronounced disinterest in the reality of getting an annulment for a Vegas wedding.

A/N: We're here! Part two! We're still stuck in Vegas for now, but they'll be back to their new normal soon, and now they have a time limit~ Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged, commented on and signed up for the series taglist from my first post, I hope you all enjoy part two just as much!! Let me know what you think in the comments or over an ask, I'll be replying all weekend :) Here's the taglist link for anyone else who wants to sign up!

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After the initial shock wore off, and the hangover was left to permeate a bit, you and Spencer remembered you were actually FBI agents and had the ability to do something about your predicament.

“I should probably head off to my own room now,” you said pulling yourself out of Spencer’s arms. “Freshen up a bit before we head out to see what’s going on.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He nodded, then continued. “You know our first stop should probably be the Marriage License Bureau of Las Vegas. If we are legally married, we’d have had to have obtained a marriage licence between 8am and 12am yesterday, they don’t open later than that.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You nodded to him, “Would they even have served us the marriage licence if we were as intoxicated as I think we were?”

“This is Vegas, Y/N. All we’d need is a valid form of ID and to be willing, and we’d have to have been carrying the ID to get into the bars.” You raked a hand through your hair. Of course you had to get married in a shotgun ceremony in the only state where it probably didn’t matter what your alcohol intake had been.

“Well, we were obviously both willing.” You say, gesturing to the bed, and then curse yourself inwardly as you see the downturned look on Reid’s face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s okay. You’re right, I wouldn’t have handcuffed you without at least verbal consent.” He replied, pulling a shirt on finally.

“Right,” you let that revelation sit between the two of you, as he turns his back, continuing to get himself ready for the rest of the day. If you were honest with yourself, you’d have admitted to always having an attraction to your coworker, but nothing you’d solidly act on. Yeah, he was beautiful, and you’d enjoyed joining in the teasing everytime Morgan had called him a pretty boy, because he was. But you’d never let your thoughts drift to what he might be like in bed, and now you were regretting that because you had nothing to base your theories of the last night on except that you’d woken up in handcuffs.

Really, if someone had asked you the question about what you could possibly expect from Spencer Reid in the bedroom, the furthest you’d be able to imagine was some incredibly professional, missionary sex. If you thought a little harder, you’d remember that the man had once highlighted his distinct lack of “alpha-male” qualities on a case once, so, really, if anyone was going to be locked up in handcuffs, surely it would’ve been him.

You try to shake that mental picture from your head, but doing so just aggravates your headache, so you have to sit with the image of Spencer Reid tying you up and making you beg.

“You okay, Y/N? You look a bit pale,” he looks a little bit concerned for you when he finally turns back, and you can only imagine the look on your face if you’re eliciting that much concern.

“Yeah, yeah, totally fine, nothing’s wrong. Why are you asking?” you stutter out.

“Because you said you were going to shower five minutes ago, and you haven’t really moved all that much in that time.” You curse yourself again, and you force yourself out of your head.

“Oh! Yeah!” you move off towards the door, grabbing everything you’ve left in a trail to the door, retracing your steps from the night before. “I’ll meet you in the lobby in like twenty minutes?” You didn’t even wait for his reply before pushing the door open and sprinting to your room, not even caring that you hadn’t put your shoes on.

–X–

If you couldn’t be trusted to make simple choices when drunk, such as the choice to not be married to your coworker, you probably also couldn’t be trusted to make simple choices when hungover, such as a place to meet your now husband where the rest of your friends wouldn’t see you in your post-sex haze from the night before.

Which is how you found yourself cowering behind a plant in the lobby desperate to avoid being spotted by Agents Rossi and Hotchner who apparently were up and in suits for some godforsaken reason. You tried to get Reid on the phone, but he wasn’t picking up, and you had a flash of him asking you how to put his phone on silent mode from the night before hit you like a tonne of bricks.

“Shit, shit.” Nothing else useful came out of you though, so behind the plant you were waiting for them to approach the elevators so you could continue as planned. While you were in the bathroom, you’d finally noticed the blooming bruises running up the length of your neck, and you found yourself slightly impressed by Reid once again.

He’d managed to tie you up but still pay that much attention to you, and you were equal parts cursing him and desperately hoping the memories would come back to see just what other secrets he was hiding behind that unassuming frame. With the lack of contraception, you really couldn’t be sure that the two of you had had sex in the traditional sense, but you certainly seemed to have had some fun last night, and not being able to remember drove you insane.

Thankfully, the two agents made their way to the elevator without noticing you, and you let out a breath of relief as soon as the elevator dinged, ready to take them as far away from you as you needed. Unfortunately, once again, anytime fate dealt you one good hand, it followed it up with the worst ever, and as the elevator doors opened, there was Reid. You made a mental note to check your bank balance after this, sure that if you had ended up gambling with Reid, you’d most likely bankrupted yourself with this luck.

“Reid, good morning,” Hotch greeted him, and even from your unconventional perch, you could hear the panic in the younger man's voice as he began struggling for excuses to answer questions that hadn’t even been asked yet.

“Hotchner, Rossi, what are you doing here? Well I know what you’re doing here, you’re waiting for an elevator, and I know what you’re doing in the hotel because we’re all here in the hotel, but I mean what are you doing? In general?” It was almost as if he were asking himself that question at the end, trying to work out why the words were even leaving his mouth.

You couldn’t swoop in and save him without the others seeing your new necklace of hickeys and handprints, so you just had to watch him combust adorably in front of the two seasoned FBI Agents.

“Calm down, kid, don’t pull a muscle in that brain of yours, it’s a highly valuable FBI asset.” Rossi joked with him as they switched places, Rossi and Hotch going into the elevator and Reid slinking out.

“Dave and I just finished breakfast. I’m afraid you may have just missed it, Spencer, but there’s a buffet on the third floor that’s supposedly open all day.” Hotch said.

“Actually, I think food isn’t a great idea for me right now.”

“Oh, wild night, kid? No, wait, let me guess, you tracked down a Star Wars convention?”

“I’m more of a fan of Star Trek myself, you know the technology they appeared to have on screen in the show is really fascinating in that it’s-”

“Oh, how unfortunate, door’s closing. See you later, kid.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched the elevator climb up to the higher floors of the accommodation and left your perching spot.

“Spencer, over here.” You waved to him a little, and he turned to the sound of your voice, visually relaxing the moment he set his eyes on you.

“You don’t think they noticed I’m acting weird, right?”

“Reid, everytime you mention anything remotely pop-culture-y to Rossi he does his best to erase the conversation from his brain, okay? And Hotch looks like he hasn't slept in a decade. I’m sure they didn’t notice anything.”

“What? I thought Rossi loved our talks, he always says that I’m a riveting conversationalist.”

You just nodded along with him and patted his arm pitifully, leading him out of the lobby and into the waiting streets of Las Vegas, Nevada.

–X–

Twenty minutes later, you were sitting outside of the Marriage License Bureau, waiting to see if your fate was sealed.

“Okay, so what’s our strategy?” you asked, removing your seatbelt and moved to open your door, jumping out of the SUV you’d commandeered from the parking garage.

“Strategy? Why do we need a strategy?” Reid joined you quickly, exiting from the passenger side, satchel in hand.

“Well, I mean, what are we going to ask them, what are we going to do when we’ve found out if this is real or a hoax or not.”

“Y/N, I think you’re overthinking this. This is Nevada, I’m sure they’re used to any questions we might have.” You took a deep breath looking at the doors of the building and tried to rationalise your thoughts. You were going to be fine, it’s just a marriage, nothing too big.

Pushing the doors open, you were floored by the sheer amount of couples on the premises.

“Shit.” You’d cursed more in the last four hours than you had in the last year, almost beginning to worry that it was becoming a habit.

“Please take a number and wait for your turn to be called, our current waiting time is three and a half hours. If you leave the premises at any point, your place will be forfeited,” a bored looking worker with a small microphone called over the crowd as you entered.

“Hi, sorry, is there a help desk of some kind?” you approached and asked her, a sinking feeling growing in your gut. “We just need to see if our wedding licence is valid.”

“Then please take a ticket, and we’ll see you soon.” The other woman replied, frustratingly monotone.

“No, you don’t understand, we’re leaving the state in three hours, we can’t just sit around, we need answers now, legal advice, something.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but if you continue to speak to our staff members in that aggressive way, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises,” another member of staff now joined the first.

“Aggressive? I am not aggressive,” you said but you could hear the agitation in your own voice, and the tightness in your shoulders.

“What she means to say,” said Reid from behind you, dropping a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Is that we are FBI agents, leaving town on another case soon, and we would really appreciate your cooperation? I have our marriage licence here. If you could just look over it, it’d only take a few seconds of your time.” The tension rolled off of you in waves, and you melted into his touch as he gladly stepped up to continue your communication.

“Okay, yeah, that definitely seems like a legit licence. You FBI agents, you say?” the first woman questions you, and not trusting yourself not to reply passive aggressively and ruin her cooperative mood, you bite your tongue and just nod.

“My coworker who worked the graveyard shift yesterday mentioned we had a few of you come through. Congratulations on your marriage.” She handed the licence back to you and the pit in the bottom of your stomach grew.

“Is your colleague still here? We just had a few questions about some logistics. We’re out of state, you know?” Reid smiled and you were so thankful for him, for the comforting hand he’d trailed down your shoulder and rested at the small of your back as you stood fidgeting next to him. It took you a minute to realise you were playing with your new wedding ring, already so used to it being there on your finger that you hardly noticed its presence.

“Her next shift starts at 12, but if you’re as desperate for information as I think you are, I’ll have her come see you when she comes in. She’s usually five minutes early anyways.” Reid thanked the woman, and fifteen minutes later, a younger woman with a bright smile was greeting you in the lobby and leading you to a private room in the back.

“Doctor and Mrs. Reid, welcome back! Sandy said you had some follow up questions after yesterday?” she greeted you, and your head started pounding again.

“You remember us?” Reid asked, the confusion knitting his brow as he walked ahead of you.

“I don’t tend to forget husbands as handsome and romantic as you, Doctor.” Something flared in your gut then, anger or protectiveness, but it felt green and red, and you pulled Reid’s hand into your own as she guided you to sit at the table at the far side of the room.

“We’re looking to fill in some gaps in our memory from last night,” you spoke, now not caring to hold back any annoyance in your voice. This woman had written out your marriage licence and yet here she was flirting with your husband. With your Reid. With Reid. Again, the curses jumped to your tongue.

“Ah, I see. One of those.” She shot a smile at Reid, and you shot a look at him as well, but he looked oblivious at her interest and you caught yourself letting out a sigh of relief before turning back to the woman.

“You didn’t realise we were drunk?” you asked her.

“Oh no, we realised. We just assumed you were finally taking the plunge after everything you said. And everything you did, too.”

“Everything we did?” you pushed out, your voice ten times higher than usual. You coughed to make it seem like your throat was just dry, not also housing your entire heart.

“You don’t remember? You two looked so in love. You were all over each other, kissing, touching, whispering and giggling. Honestly, it was just nice to have a couple in love here at 11pm that weren’t trying to have sex in the waiting area.” The blush crept up your neck, and you tried your best to force it back down. Obviously, it didn’t work.

You were about to ask another question, probably about how you would go about getting an annulment, when she finally continued.

“And then when you got the licence you were so happy and you called your friends to come and celebrate with you. You asked for the nearest chapel and we have all that information out in the hall and you said your friends were going to come meet you, so you took off.” She shrugged a little, taking a swig from her coffee. You couldn’t help but feel that even after all of that, she was still eyeing up Spencer, so you squeezed his hand a little bit harder at that, your other hand gravitating to his bicep too, your entire body leaning into his.

“Friends?” Spencer was the first one to wake up to that statement, and your agitation reached its peak.

“Yeah, the two teammates you mentioned. You told everyone they were meeting you at the chapel, that you’d all been here working a case and they were the two that responded to your calls that night.”

“Did we mention any names?” you asked.

“No, just that they were FBI Agents. Is there something wrong?”

–X–

You threw the doors of the building open as you gasped for air, the panic fully setting in now.

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer yelled after you, following you onto the pavement. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged on your hair, mindlessly fretting with it, unconscious to the pain. He finally reached you and pulled your hands into his, forcing you to look up into his eyes.

“Y/N, it’s fine. We’re going to be fine.” He soothed you quickly, and you hiccuped through the small sobs you were now letting out.

“Spencer, two of our friends know that we got married last night, and we don’t know who or how much they know, and now we know that our marriage is legal and you’re stuck with me and I got us into all this mess because I’m an adult who doesn’t want to tell her mom to back off.” By the end of your speech he was cradling your head in his hands, as your tears flowed down your face in messy trails.

“Hey, look at me. You told me this morning that this was not my fault, and I’m telling you now that that doesn't mean it's yours. We’re in this together, okay?” he waited for you to nod before continuing. “Besides, no matter who it was, our team mates love us. They’ll understand.”

“What if we get reassigned? This is a conflict of interests, right, me and you working together like this?” You’d worked so hard to be accepted into the BAU, you didn’t want to let this be your exit, and you sure as hell weren’t letting them fire Spencer for it.

“We’ll talk to Hotch and Rossi, they don't want to lose either of us, and if we get this dealt with quick enough, maybe we won't even have to report it. We could keep it quiet for a while, right?” You knew all of his words made sense, they were the best course of action for the two of you. He’d probably run all of the scenarios through his head while you showered this morning, which is why he was so level-headed. But there was a discomfort that you just couldn’t shake.

“You mean we could get this…annulled?” you asked cautiously, looking into his eyes to gauge his reaction.

“If you want, we can walk right back in there and have it done soon, I’m sure that employee would help us, she seemed friendly-”

“No.” You practically shouted, not wanting to come face to face with that woman again, and watch her flirt with Reid as he signed the annulment paperwork. “I mean, there’s no time, right? We should probably head to the chapel to figure out who our witnesses are and then we’re heading back to Quantico.” You did to rationalise your decision, praying that the jealousy (jealousy?) that you felt didn’t show in your voice or face.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Well, we have 21 days from now to file, before the annulment period passes and we’re looking at divorce, which is not favourable for either of us, but we can file from out of state.” You nodded along with his words, glad for the lack of questioning, and that he didn’t clock the hopeful glint to your eye.

“Okay, great. Yeah.” You had calmed down enough now for your proximity to become awkward, and Reid noticed as soon as you did, pulling his hands away from you and taking a step back. Maybe it was the hangover, or just the overwhelming series of emotions you’d been through successively, but it felt wrong suddenly having him so far from you. Shaking it off, you grabbed your keys out of your pocket.

“She said we picked up the information about the chapel from the lobby, right? Can we narrow down which one it is with the photo?” You suggested, suddenly not able to meet his eyes.

“Oh, right, yeah. We’d have had to have been able to get there on foot, too. I’ll go and ask them if they recognise which one it is,” he made to move back in, but you shouted a resounding ‘no’ before he could take another step.

“I’ll do it! I should probably apologise for earlier anyway, right?” you chuckled awkwardly, pushing the doors open and leaving him behind with that confused look set against his skin once again.

–X–

“I’m telling you, we delete the footage from the previous day at noon, I can’t help you.” You’d tracked down the chapel pretty quickly despite all of your options, and now found yourself arguing with a pretty lackluster Elvis impersonator, desperate to figure out any more details about the night before.

“What about staff members that could verify? We just need a vague description.”

“Everyone’s a part-timer here, lady. The people on shift today won't be back for another two days or so. Come back then, okay?” He showed you to the door then, and if you hadn’t gotten drunk and married in Vegas the night before, this would certainly have been your lowest moment.

“Nothing?” Reid asked from his perch on the car.

“They delete the security footage.” You signed in frustration, and he showed a sympathetic smile on his face.

“How do you want to play it, then?” he asked. “Two of them are already going to know, should we just come clean to the entire team, see if they could help?”

“No, god no. As much as it’s my current reality, I don’t really want to have to respond to Mrs. Reid until Morgan gets new material, and no one’s going to be this easy of a target any time soon.”

“Technically speaking, you’d have to apply for a legal name change to become Mrs. Reid, usually couples do it a few days either side of the wedding and start the process of updating all their legal IDs so they can travel internationally for honeymoons without anyone asking questions.”

“Not the point, Reid.”

“And I knew that. Sorry.” It was hard to stay annoyed at him with that small smile stretched across his lips, and you suddenly found yourself wondering just exactly how he'd felt against you.

You’d kissed at the chapel, at the wedding licence office, in his hotel room, and you couldn’t for the life of you remember if you’d been the one to lean in first, or if it’d been him, or if it’d been both of you and what that meant. Did he like you, did you subconsciously want him in this way? Did this even mean anything? And what had those handcuffs been about?

He couldn’t answer most of those questions, and honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted the answers, but it’d been a day of awkward conversations, so you thought you might as well let your curiosity rule you for a few more minutes.

“Spencer, would you mind me asking a personal question?”

“Sure, we are married now. Don’t they say that the number one thing to remember in marriage is communication?” He tried to joke, but you couldn’t laugh as you got ready to spit some of the most horrific words you’d ever strung together out.

“Spencer, do you…do you often use handcuffs? In bed, I mean?” you were bright red, stood outside a 24 hour wedding chapel in the heart of Vegas and you couldn’t believe this was your life.

“Oh.” He was the same shade of red as you, and he stuttered through his next few incoherent words before you found his reply.

“I’ve not done it with the handcuffs before, but I guess I’ve…thought about it? It’s definitely in line with my… Do we have to do this here?”

“Would you rather talk about this on the jet?”

“Do we have to do this at all?” He groaned, shutting his eyes and you could feel the horror at his own actions spreading through his body.

“We are married now. Communication is key, remember?” He sighed and acquiesced, running a hand through his hair before turning back to you and forcing the words out.

“I know you probably didn’t think this about me before, but I am pretty controlling in bed. I don’t like feeling… hopeless, and it just manifests as dominance, okay? It’s been a while since I had a partner though, so the handcuffs were new to me, but I’ve tied girls up before. Now can we stop this conversation here before someone on this very public street hears us?”

“Okay, yeah sure. That actually makes a lot of sense really.” You said, nodding and moving to get into the car. You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, knowing that the knowledge of his preferences was going to plague your dreams for the next few nights.

“You don’t have to lie, Y/N, I know I don’t seem like the type.” He got into the passenger side next to you, and you ignored looking at him in the mirrors desperately as you started the engine and made your way back to the hotel.

“No, I mean it makes sense that it happened to us. I don’t think we would’ve ended up in bed together if we weren’t so… compatible.” You let the silence sit between you as you let him take in your words, driving to the orchestra of midday strip traffic.

“Oh.” He said. “Oooh.” He finally caught on, and you felt your head turning in his direction, but you forced it back towards the road, convincing yourself that you really didn’t need to see his reaction, to study his expressions.

“Well, at least we know that we both enjoyed it then.” You weren’t sure if he was just oblivious, or trying to get a reaction from you, but nonetheless, your heart clenched at that, excitement rising in your stomach.

You convinced yourself that it was probably just the alcohol, and drove in silence back to the hotel, ready for your departure.

--X--

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[seelestia]

— (𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓) 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.

SUMMARY. depraved of sleep, you begin to doze off and before you know it, you've fallen asleep with their shoulder as your pillow.

CHARACTERS. tighnari, alhaitham, cyno.

GENRE. sugary fluff, established relationship.

CW. reader has eyebags, alhaitham recites a physics theory (yes, it's a warning /j).

THOUGHTS. yet another attempt at writing sumeru men because... just because + to celebrate tighnari coming home to me! on the contrary, i hope you guys will win your next 50/50's <3

✰ masterlist.

Like the dutiful Forest Watcher that he is, TIGHNARI doesn't hide the offended look on his face when he discovers that you fell asleep while he is explaining important knowledge on how to identify certain mushrooms in the wild — and on his shoulder at that too.

It is either your attention has not been on his speech this entire time or you've messed up your sleep schedule... or even worse, both.

Not to mention, those bags under your eyes are ghastly.

Goodness, at what time did you sleep last night? He thought he told you many times already how proper sleep isn't worth sacrificing just for a few more hours of staying up. Your efficiency rate goes down if sleep is constantly gnawing at you, so it's better to shake away that sleepiness first.

Hmph, it's all too ironic to internally nag you like this while your sleeping face is staring right back at him.

Seriously, does his shoulder look like that much of a comfy pillow? Even his tail would be a better suited candidate, he'd admit. Tighnari can only sigh, his ears flicking along like an agreeing sign of exasperation.

But he knows that the reason you stayed up was to push yourself to complete more work — and although Tighnari has his own protests about that mindset of yours, he understands. For now, any lectures that he wants to give about time management and proper rest can wait.

Your comfort is more vital here; as romantic as falling on your significant other's shoulder seems like, it isn't the most practical way to sleep. He doesn't want you to wake up with an aching neck later.

"Sleepyhead," Tighnari huffs as he lifts you onto his back. You're oblivious, still very much deep in sleep with your head now resting at the crook of his neck.

Well, he can't really complain any further, can he? You're a sleepyhead but you're his sleepyhead, at least.

One of the perks you obtain from being ALHAITHAM's partner is that you're able to listen to his voice in a way not many can; after all, it is quite rare to hear the scribe speak without that usual sharp edge in his tone.

Not only that, you also get to be so close to him too. Just like right now; barely a mere hair's breadth away from each other, leaning against his arm while he holds up a book for the both of you to read.

It's a normal routine between you and him that he is particularly fond of, a way to spend time together while idly fueling an intellectual spark — but this time, Alhaitham can tell that something is slightly off.

The way your eyes begin to droop, the softer rhythm of your breath, how your voice grows quieter. You're even more exhausted than usual, he notices but he doesn't comment on it just yet.

Alhaitham resumes on reciting the sentences of the book in his hand with his usual composure, "Natural motion is the motion arising from the nature of an object. This motion does not require an external cause in order to occur. For example, heavy bodies naturally move toward the center of gravity, therefore falling is a—" Thump.

All too unceremoniously, your head plops down onto his shoulder, your closed eyes are an obvious sign that you've succumbed to sleep.

And there goes the exact moment he predicted. Alhaitham can't help the little sigh that escapes his lips, "Huh, so you did take my advice to go to sleep last night for granted."

But he doesn't move. Instead, he goes back to reading as if he doesn't have a head literally relying on his shoulder for support. Yes, yes, it is somewhat of a nuisance — but not to the point where he sees the need to nudge you awake.

His patience isn't as thick as many people might expect, though. But he supposes because it is you laying your head on his shoulder... perhaps, he can extend it just a bit longer.

Besides, who knows? He might even trudge into the inevitable territory that is resting his head on top of yours, but that is only a possibility, of course. You're most likely too deep in slumber to even notice if he did that.

When you wake up from your little nap later, definitely expect to see an unfazed Alhaitham just casually flipping another page of his book as if you haven't snoozed on his shoulder for only the Archons know how long.

"You're awake. I never take my shoulder as a comfortable pillow, but you seem to think differently. Well, it doesn't matter either way, do you feel better now?"

The sheer embarrassment you feel is an immediate guarantee — but whether or not Alhaitham rested his head on top of yours while you slept, however, will forever remain a mystery.

The very moment your head falls onto his shoulder, CYNO's entire body just immediately stiffens and becomes as still as a rock.

Understandably so; this is very different from what the General Mahamatra is used to, after all. Not even the people of the Akademiya are brave enough to place a hand on his shoulder, so to see this sort of reaction from him is... expected.

The only thing that he can manage to utter amidst his stunned state is just one word, an awkward one.

"Um."

You don't even stir in the slightest, you can't hear him. Well, Cyno can barely even speak himself; this puzzling flutter in his chest is almost akin to a flock of butterflies stuck in his throat. It halts him from talking in the cold tone that he usually sports or just speaking in a volume above a choked whisper, in general.

The feared General Mahamatra reduced to a flustered statue just by an innocent gesture from his lover, what a sight indeed.

Although... a part of him feels content to know that you feel safe enough to doze off in his presence. Another one feels conflicted, almost overwhelmed by his need to follow a process in order to handle this correctly? Properly?

But your comforting warmth, that peaceful look on your face, how close you are to him — perhaps, relishing in this moment wouldn't be something to be ashamed of? ...Alright then.

And so, Cyno comes to a decision and his body finally relaxes from its prior tense state. He, reluctantly but gently, allows himself to melt into you; very, very slightly tilting his head on top of yours and places his arm protectively around your figure — not touching you directly, however, as to not disturb your sleep — yet, still around you like a shielding cage.

The General Mahamatra isn't foolish enough to let his guards down fully, of course. Even in his relaxed state, he can still sense if a few people decide to give the two of you unpleasant looks; he has no problems staring them down whatsoever.

It's safe to say you had a good nap that day. Though, Cyno is still worried about your lack of sleep and he'll do whatever he can to help.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ・・・・・・☆・・・・・・・⊰ ⊹ ─

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[delicatestones]

Various Parahuman Teen Couples Go To The Mall

Brian and Taylor: Going to the mall is a normal thing neither of them enjoy, which is precisely why they convince themselves that they should do it. Brian musters up hope that he will be able to carry Taylor's bags and wait for her on benches outside of clothes stores, which will affirm his value as a man. Taylor, who only wants to buy a single hoodie, anxiously refuses to let Brian carry her bag because she doesn't want to be a burden, which banishes Brian to the Masculine Insecurity Pocket Dimension in his own mind. They attempt to rally by going to the food court, where they try to have an awkward 'normal' conversation over greasy pizza slices.

Fortunately, a supervillain they have history with attacks the mall mid-pizza, and they rush off to change in the mall bathrooms and return to thoroughly beat the interloper's ass. Brian apologizes for the mall date going wrong (secretly relieved, also deeply compelled by watching Taylor break a guy's arm with a baton) while Taylor says it's no big deal (even more relieved, mesmerized by Brian's visible sweat on the back of his neck). They may or may not awkwardly touch hands at the fire exit before they flee the scene of the crime.

Krouse and Noelle (Pre-Simurgh): On a quest for limited edition Ransack merch at the Gamestop, which turns out to be all sold out or on reserve. Krouse tries to social engineer it out of the clerk anyway, but Noelle gets so visibly uncomfortable he desists. In the depths of excruciating failure he says something shitty about the guy's haircut after they leave the store and Noelle tells him he's being a dick, which he apologizes excessively for in a way that just makes it more awkward.

In a now desperate effort to turn things around, Krouse tries to lighten the mood by latching onto listing Alternative Mall Activities including one of those photo booth set ups. He makes fun of how cliche they are and how it would be completely lame if they went into one, which transitions into cajoling Noelle to join him in this extremely cringe activity for the bit. She says her hair looks dumb and she doesn't want to, so he gallantly offers her his over-sized hoodie so she can hide her face the entire time, a gesture he does not realize extends the shelf life of their relationship for a solid two weeks. His visible joy when she agrees to the idea adds another week to the tail end of that. They hold hands on the way to the parking lot.

His copy of their photos becomes an instantly precious memento he sticks on the wall above his bed; Noelle puts hers in her picture shoebox in her closet. He spends all night on E-bay overbidding for the merch.

Krouse and Noelle (Post-Simurgh): Twelve Injured One Dead In 'Food Court Nightmare'.

Dean and Victoria: It takes Victoria half an hour to get ready for a mall trip. Dean shows up too early to pick her up and engages Carol Dallon in small talk for twenty minutes, a time span in which Carol manages to list every single one of Victoria's deepest insecurities in the form of barely veiled criticism while Dean smiles like he's being held at gunpoint.

At the mall they get stopped outside the Gap by a gaggle of Glory Girl preteen fans. Dean holds Victoria's bags (many) while she goes through the New Wave Fan Experience Checklist. Victoria says something afterwards to him on the way to the next store that hints at the Dallon Torment Nexus. Dean continues smiling and offers the mildest possible effort at sympathy, which Victoria reacts to with virulent irritation, so he gives up and buys her a mall outlet jewelry store diamond tennis bracelet instead. Thus mollified, she proceeds to allow him to obtain Jamba Juice for the both of them. It's another normal (bad) day in Brockton Bay.

Aisha and Alec: There strictly to cause problems for the sake of causing problems. Alec 'distracts' the staff at Hot Topic by faking a fall into a rack of studded belts and loudly insisting he will sue them for emotional and psychic damages while Aisha shoplifts bracelets. They buy hot pretzels and perch on the edge of the mall fountain marked 'NO LOITERING' to conspicuously loiter while occasionally kicking each other in the ankle. When a security guard tries to get them to move they collaborate on roasting his bloodline back to medieval times, triggering rent-a-cop wrath and a threat to call the Real Cops.

Now officially Wronged By The System, they decamp to breaking into the mall's back corridors (going through an unlocked access door) to vandalize the security office while throwing gummy worms at each other's mouths and missing 70% of the time. In high spirits, they make their cunning exit (leaving through the same door) and sneak into a horror movie at the mall theater halfway through its run time. They heckle the on-screen slasher victims for being idiots until an usher shows up with the original security guard, and then book it for the outside world while laughing like small and charming hyenas.

They agree they should totally rob the mall for real later, preferably while Brian and Taylor are on their make-up mall date, because they are good and kind teammates who only want the best for them.

(This post inspired by the learned discourses of Wormblr character understanders, particularly users lakesbian and simurghed. Any mischaracterizations and errors are my own. These hypotheticals are a non-representative sample of Ways They Could Be At The Mall.)

#parahumans #wormblr

[scaredpigeons]

An unexpected softness.

yuuji itadori x fem!reader, sukuna ryomen x fem!reader.

WARNING: NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: female bodied reader, female pronouns used, mild gore (bones breaking, bruises, curse ‘blood’, etc), degradation, sukuna is a warning, sex, oral sex (fem rec.) sukuna is nasty, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk

Being in a relationship with Yuuji Itadori meant a lot of things.

It meant that your time together was forever ticking. The threat of being exorcised looming over his head, the constant missions with dangerous curses growing more dangerous by the minute, and hell—even fellow students had tried to kill him. It meant rushed touches and fumbling hands and sorry’s and quiet giggles when things slip up and don’t go exactly as planned.

It meant feeling loved. Yuuji loved hard and with all of his soul, he loved bigger and brighter than anyone you’d ever met. He made you feel important, and he made you feel safe.

Being with Yuuji meant something else too. It meant that while you got to enjoy your loving, caring boyfriend, you also were under the constant reminder that he shared his body with the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen himself.

Sukuna could be miserable. He could be disgusting and rude, maniacal and destructive. Over time, however, he and Yuuji seemed to form some strange sort of… bond. You supposed that sharing a body and mind left little room for coexistence without connection.

Disgusting comments and violent threats turned to childish mocking and teasing. The curse would interrupt in the worst possible moments, in fact; the night of your first time with Yuuji came to a screeching halt when Sukuna creeped an eye and mouth on Yuuji’s cheek, bitching about how slow Yuuji was going, and some boorish comment about your boyfriend not knowing how to pleasure a woman.

You’d smacked the little smirk right off his cheek-mouth. (Which, of course only resulted in Sukuna quickly disappearing, a quick “ouch!” From Yuuji followed by your endless apologies.)

However, it was only after a particularity rough mission that you noticed the change.

The higher-ups are always sending Yuuji off on dangerous missions with little-to-no information on what exactly he’s supposed to deal with. Against Gojo’s wishes, he’d left. Your snow-haired teacher blinked after him, tipping his outdated sunglasses low on the bridge of his nose.

“Go with him, please.” He said, voice a little more stern than normal. So you did.

Gojo was right as usual, but he’d have to wait for his ego boost until you made it back alive. Which hadn’t looked very promising at that moment.

Yuuji skidded to the ground, his back slamming against a pile of broken concrete. This warehouse was massive, and filled with much more dangerous stuff that could have killed him had he landed there, for the first time in your life you were grateful for concrete.

Yuuji groaned, coughing up some blood all over his uniform. You looked from him to the curse and back to him before readying a solid fighting stance.

“Ryomen Sukuna!” You yelled in Yuuji’s direction. “If you let my man die I swear to the gods I will find a way in there and kill you myself!”

The curse that had thrown Yuuji was taunting you, playing with the both of you, which was no surprise. Curses that had obtained a finger always cackled and fooled around, in that twisted, sick, Sukuna sort of way.

You’d got a few kicks in, barely doing any damage even with your cursed energy flowing into each kick. You knew you weren’t as strong as Yuuji, or Nobara, or Megumi, but you thought maybe you’d be able to defend Yuuji while he recuperated.

As the curse wrapped you in its grip, you found yourself wondering why Gojo asked you to go with him. You want to laugh at the obscenity of it all, but instead you just scream.

You hear more than feel your bones snapping, your entire torso going numb from shock. Black spots cloud your vision, and you screech again.

Black spots are then replaced by purple as the curse releases a startled gargling noise— through the sludge of its blood you see it clutching its throat with its free hand, blood still slipping through and covering you. The curses grip goes lax as the wound grows deeper and deeper, and then it drops you directly into Yuuji’s arms.

You look at him in a haze, seeing warm red swirling where honeyed brown should be. Tattoos laid across his strong features, his extra set of eyes half lidded and relaxed. His lips looked the same though, his pretty nose and cupid’s bow, and when you raised your hand to brush your fingertip across it and his upper lip, he smirked at you, canines sharper than before.

He feels bigger than Yuuji somehow, warmer too. His grin is relaxed like his second eyes, only his main pair are laced with something small and nearly unnoticeable— something that looks awfully like concern. The curse is still sputtering and spurting behind you, and in your daze you wonder why he’s holding you so gently, why he’s holding you at all when one of his fingers— the link to his power is laying there practically waiting for him.

“Suku..na,” you gasp. “The… finger?”

His eyes soften ever so slightly, but in a millisecond he’s back to grinning at you, his deep and gravelly voice so different from Yuuji’s, so strange coming from his lips— and not just a new mouth forming wherever convenient.

“Yeah? What about it?”

He healed you that day, before willingly handing the body back to your surprised (yet grateful) partner. It was the first time he’d ever restored anyone other than Yuuji.

You were both so sore and tired from the mission, the moment you arrived back in the dorms, you both shuffled to his room and collapsed on his bed.

Even healed, your body was spent, muscles aching and bruises blossoming. You breathed in the scent of Yuuji’s blankets, but scrunched your nose at the dried curse sludge and blood on your skin and clothes.

“Uughhhh.” You groaned. “Yuuji… I smell like a dumpster fire in a landfill on an island of shit.”

“Haha.” Yuuji laughed weakly. “You do.”

“Hey!” You threw your nearly limp arm at him, wacking his shoulder. “Just for that, you get to carry me to the bath.”

He laughs until he groans again, stilling for a moment before he pushes himself up and carries you to his bathroom.

You’re so sleepy, barely keeping your eyes open as he pulls your clothes from your body, grabs fresh towels and a multitude of bath oils and soaps that Nobara had bought for you, and runs the bath.

Steam fills the room as he pours in your favorite oil and bubbles, before taking your arm and guiding you into the tub to sit down. Your eyes are really shut now, and you hum contently as your partner scrubs the mission off your skin, lathers your hair with expensive shampoo, scrubbing your scalp and making you groan. He rinses your hair with fresh water before letting you soak for a bit, and when he’s sure you’ve pruned long enough, he pulls the drain, letting the water empty the tub.

You’re still not entirely conscious as he towel dries you down slipping a pair of clean boxers and one of his baggy t-shirts onto your clean skin. When your head pops through the shirt, you smile sleepily and press your lips out for a kiss. He hesitates, but gives a soft peck, lingering for longer than usual—but you were too exhausted to notice.

He picked you up again, sliding into the bed while still holding you.

Now, if you had been any more lucid, you would have noticed that as soon as Yuuji pushed himself off the bed to take you to the bath, he was too quiet. If you had opened your eyes, you would have seen rough tattooed arms reaching for your favourite oil, if you had been any less exhausted you would have realized that the sharp, black nails scrubbing lightly on your scalp had not been Yuuji’s at all, but exhaustion overcame you, and you snuggled into your boyfriends too-warm chest, falling into a deep sleep.

~

Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses, evil incarnate, was soft on you.

A couple weeks passed since he’d saved you, on purpose, and anyone who had eyes noticed that Sukuna was acting less… Sukuna-like.

He was still brash and violent of course, still making vague threats and laughing at the misfortune of others, but his crudeness stopped… at you.

Gone were the remarks whenever your kisses to Yuuji’s lips lingered longer than appropriate, gone was the teasing on movie night, when your squirming in Yuuji’s lap caused his hips to shift, rubbing himself against you. He was awfully quiet, but at the same time, more talkative than ever.

“Hey,” Yuuji said, approaching you in your comfy armchair in the common room. “Sukuna wants to know if you’re okay after yesterday.”

He’d said it so casually, it caught you off guard. The latest mission had gone well, (Well. Considering last month you’d nearly died.) but you’d been tossed around quite a bit, enough to make anyone concerned, but Sukuna? The confusion must’ve been too clear on your face, because Yuuji nearly jumped in his spot.

“Oh!” He startled, waving his hands around. “Me too obviously! You went to visit Kugisaki last night so I never got to really check up on you.”

Your face felt strangely warm, almost as warm as Yuuji’s face looked.

“I went to see Shoko too, she said I’ll be fine,” you lifted your flowing summer skirt to show Yuuji your cut up knee, which had required a couple stitches. “This one stings a bit, but I’m on house arrest until…” you lift up your shirt, exposing your right side, which was black and blue from underarm to hip. “…This bad guy heals up!”

“Holy shit, baby why didn’t you tell me?” He floundered. You lowered your shirt and laughed a bit until it hurt to much.

“I’m fine, I’ll be down for like a week, two tops. Just until I can breathe right again.”

“That’s really not okay!” Yuuji was nearly yelling now, the worry in his tone making your eyebrows crease. “You should’ve said something, I could’ve, we could’ve—“

“Nuh uh, nope.” You cut him off. “I already owe a life debt to Mr. dark and dammed up there,” you gestured to his head, “I’m not looking to rack up any more points in need of repaying.”

“I-“ Yuuji cut himself off this time, the silence of the room was almost annoying as you watched his face turn red. It rushed to his ears, and started pooling on his neck and chest, peeking at you through his t-shirt collar. You’d never seen him blush so hard, and when he smacked his hands over his mouth, you reached out to him in concern.

“Yuuji?”

“Oh god Sukuna you’re fucking horrible-“

A tiny mouth opened on his cheek, a deep chuckle ringing through the air. “But you’re not saying nooo~”

Yuuji smacked himself this time, muttering apologies as he stormed away.

Your theory that the curse was soft on you was just that, a theory. For the next two weeks, you stayed on campus. Texting Yuuji when he was gone, teasing him here and there about how lonely you were without him. Near the end of the second week, he was to be gone for four days, and on the third evening you called him.

“What do you wanna do to celebrate when you come home?”

“Celebrate?” Yuuji chuckled. “What are we celebrating?”

“My boys coming home to me, safe and sound.” You said, smirking to the dark of your room.

A choked noise could be heard on the other end of the call, some hushed muttering and a quick “shut the fuck up” from Yuuji before he brought the phone to his face again.

“Y-your boys?” He stuttered.

You giggled. “Yeah, sometimes I forget you’re not just you. I think I may be the first girl in the world to have a boyfriend with a whole other being in his head.”

“Yeah, you probably are.” Yuuji sighed a bit, chuckling. “So we’re your boys now?”

You smiled, and he could most definitely hear it in your voice. “Well I love you, that means loving every part of you? Right?”

“You…” the phone fell silent, very silent this time. You let them have their little moment, and after a few seconds he spoke again.

“I’m so lucky to have you, you know that right?” Yuuji whispered.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I am pretty great aren’t I?”

“I love you.” He said sweetly.

Your heart bloomed. “I love you too.”

“I need to sleep now, I cant wait to get home to you.”

“I’ll be waiting patiently.”

“Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Goodnight Yuuji,” and just before you hung up, you drawled a teasing “goodnight Sukuna.”

~

You remember bits of your dream, not a fluid timeline, just waves pooling here and there throughout the day to torment you. During breakfast you sit in silence, listening to Nobara gossip about the latest celebrity drama. An itch distracts you, and you scratch your arm thoughtlessly until a blur of your nails gliding along the hard muscle of a strong tattooed back invades your mind. You nearly drop your utensils, smiling and brushing your friend off when she asked if you were alright.

Shoko had permitted you do participate in some light solo physical activity, so after breakfast you changed into some comfortable gear and went out to the training yard. A nice flat spot on a walkway stone just north of the field was where you laid your mat, kicking off your sneakers to do some stretches. After gingerly loosening up your upper body, you sat and began your legs. Keeping your left leg bent, foot flat against your inner right thigh, you reached out for your right foot, bending and stretching underused muscles.

The burn of it felt good after being stagnant for so long, and you hummed at the feeling. You were suddenly assaulted with the image of a large hand, long black nails pressing into the flesh of your thigh, pushing it back and back until your knees were nearly beside your head, until that familiar burn of stretching muscles rang through you.

You shook your head out, trying to get these plaguing images of your dream to loosen from your skull.

“What the fuck is wrong with me.” You mumbled.

That night you’d left dinner early under the guise of not feeling well.

“Alright,” Nobara said. “I’ll send Yuuji your way when he and Megumi get back.”

The boys and Gojo were supposed to return sometime after 7pm, and the clock read 5:45pm.

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

You rushed to your dorm, throwing yourself into bed and clutching a pillow tightly.

Just breathe, just breathe. Relax, you’ll be fine.

You tried so hard you relax, to fall asleep, to forget the bits of that stupid dream that had been surfacing all day, but it was useless. The heat between your legs was pulsing, aching with a ridiculous pressure that left your head spinning.

No, you thought. I am not going to sit here and get off to the thought of… of Sukuna.

You knew what you had said, that you loved all of Yuuji, and that meant the inclusion of the King of Curses, and you knew you’d been teasing them both about Sukuna’s newfound softness towards you, but it still felt so wrong… so dirty to even flirt with the idea of being intimate with him.

The dream shuddered through you again. No, that wasn’t intimacy. Having sex with Yuuji was intimate, the dream of Sukuna was something else entirely.

You knew you weren’t opposed to a little roughness, Yuuji didn’t know his own strength sometimes, you loved when he manhandled you around and lost himself in his pleasure. But Sukuna… even your subconscious knew the curse wouldn’t play nice.

He would bite and nip, squeeze and smack, his mouth was already filthy, you could only imagine the things he might say while… while…

“Sunshine?”

You hadn’t heard your door open, hadn’t heard Yuuji come in and shut it behind him.

You were breathless, face flushed and still clutching a pillow.

“Yuuji! I-”

“Getting a head start without me? No fair!” He laughed and threw himself on the bed, tackling you and pinning you beneath him on the bed. 

He pelted your face with kisses before his lips finally met yours, and you melted into him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. 

Yuuji’s face was hotter than usual, kissing you with more ferveur and passion, and as he rolled his hips into yours, you could feel the erection straining under his uniform. “Oh, fuck. I missed you.”

He groaned into your mouth, “what were you thinking about baby? Thinking ‘bout me?” 

“Aah!” You yelped when he nibbled your jaw, moving down to suckle on your neck. “Maybe…”

His face was burning up, blush so intense and eyes wild, you wanted to chalk it up to finally being together again, but you’d been apart for longer before. 

“Yuuji?” You questioned him, pushing his shoulder a bit so he would look at you.  

“Fuck, I’m… he’s—“ he pinched his eyes closed tightly and took three massive breaths. “Can we try something?”

You nodded, not quite registering that ‘we’ wasn’t solely referring to just you and he. Yuuji jumped quickly, pulling your pants and underwear down in one go, tossing them over his shoulder before leaning over to kiss you once more. His fingers danced across your bare hipbones, his right hand travelling down to your core, palming you gently.

“fuck,” he moaned at how wet you already were, and you weren’t that shocked. The adrenaline rush from him catching you in an almost compromising position, along with that ridiculous dream haunting you all day, and the shame of it all… you were craving something heavy and new, and you wanted Yuuji to satisfy that craving, learn it and leave you full.

“I don’t wanna stop kissing you—“ he breathed into your mouth as his index and middle fingers teased your entrance. “Just… don’t freak out, okay?”

Yuuji’s lips consumed yours once more before your noise of confusion could flutter past your lips, and he swallowed it greedily as he pushed two thick fingers into you, his calloused palm bumping your clit with each shallow thrust.

Your eyes flew open when his palm turned wet and soft, flicking over your nub with precision. You squealed when a pair of lips latched around it, suckling and nibbling gently with sharp teeth as Yuuji continued his assault on your g-spot with his thick fingers.

“Su—suk-Aah!” You jolted as the curse nibbled on your clit harder, your hips jutting off the bed.

“He’s been, oh god he’s been whispering about all the filthy fucking things he want’s to do to you, sunshine.” 

You keened at that, the reality of the situation slamming into you like a train. Sukuna had thought about this too, about you— and even better; Yuuji wasn’t mortified by it.

“Oh fuck, oh gods, fuck.” You squealed, the curses tongue swirling around your clit and dipping down to your entrance, to where Yuuji’s fingers were, teasing you there with him.  

“Yeah? You like it sunshine?” Yuuji breathed into your mouth. “you want us to take care of you?” 

You nodded your head vigorously, squeezing your lips tight to prevent the depraved noises bubbling in your throat from spilling out. 

“C’mon, don’t be shy,” Yuuji pulled his fingers from your core, dragging along your body, lifting your shirt as he went. Once your chest was exposed, he dragged the sopping digits up your throat and dipping them into your open mouth, groaning as your tongue swirled around them. 

“Tell us what you want baby.” 

You gasped as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. His eyes were so full of trust, of lust, of need. 

“Yuuji. I want you to fuck me,” You breathed, and his lips twitched slightly. 

“I’m gonna-” 

“—But.” You cut him off. “I want…” you breathed deeply, steadying your nerves. “I want Sukuna to fuck me first.” 

His eyes were wide, expression unreadable until he blushed even further, the corners of his mouth twitched up into a grin, and he licked his lips.

“You really..?” He mumbled before meeting your eyes again. “You want that?”

You giggled, only imagining the riot Sukuna must be throwing in their shared mindspace. “If he can promise to keep damage to a minimal…” you shivered a bit, “yeah, I’ve actually thought about it on more than one occasion.” You said sheepishly.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuuji’s hips stuttered in place as his eyes rolled back into his head. When they opened, the solid black of Sukuna’s ink had already appeared on his skin, the red of his iris nearly bore into your soul.

“I knew it.” He nearly growled. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head in the lush mountain of pillows just behind you. You yelped a bit at the motion but it quickly dissolved into a low moan as the King of Curses ran his ridiculously long tongue up your throat, slow and flat, as if savouring the taste of your sweat and skin.

“I knew the moment I showed you one little sliver of mercy you’d be begging for my cock like a little whore.” He licked your bottom lip, suckling it into his mouth to nibble on, his sharp teeth sending jolts of pain through your body. You bucked your hips up into his, the extreme temperature difference between the two was astounding.

Yuuji ran hot, he was the perfect cuddle partner for cool winter nights. But Sukuna was nearly boiling, you could feel the heat radiating off him in waves.

“Su—ku….” You were breathless, bucking your hips again for any sort of friction, but he teased you, pulling his body back just far enough that you couldn’t reach. “-kuna… please.”

“Mmm…” the pleased sound rumbled low in his chest. “I like when you beg. It’s real pretty… do it again.” His eyes were wicked, and it only worsened the slick smearing all over your inner thighs, the ache deep in your tummy.

“Please,” you whined, “please Sukuna.”

He grinned, flashing his canines again, before he leaned in close to taunt you. “Please, what? What do you want, little girl?”

You don’t know why, but a foreign pressure formed behind your eyes, and the shame of what you wanted pushed the tears out onto your cheeks, hot and heavy.

“I want…” you nearly hiccuped, swallowing the lump in your throat. He seemed pleased by the tears, his red eyes raking down your cheeks, following their path. “I want your cock, please. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to make me cum harder than Yuuji makes me, and then I… wan-want you to…” you swallowed as your eyes found his mouth, found his tongue wetting his plush lips as his gaze raked over your body in waves. You were feeding his desires and his ego in droves, and you weren’t even sure if it was purposeful or just mad lust spilling from your throat.

“Yes, greedy girl?” He leaned to the side and ran his tongue along your cheek, catching up the tears and drinking them down as if they were liquor. “What do you want me to do after that?”

You gathered your nerves, staring him dead in the eye. “I want you to fuck me as long and as hard as you can, and not to stop until you cum. Even if I scream, if I beg, if I say I can’t take it. Don’t stop until you cum, and then stuff me full of it.”

His eyes widened a bit in surprise. You hadn’t even let Yuuji cum inside you yet, the birth control you were on was good, but you always opted to let him cum elsewhere, your mouth, on your ass, anywhere else.

“You filthy little thing…” Sukuna released your wrists to slide down the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders. His chuckled sent hot breath fanning across your core, and you keened.

“I’ve wanted to show up the little brat for so fucking long now,” he nipped on the soft skin of your inner thigh, sucking and leaving red marks in his wake. “You deserve so much pleasure it makes you scream.”

You watched his eyes from between your legs, watched how they never left yours, how they held your gaze even when you wanted to look away— you couldn’t look away.

His tongue delved between your folds, sloppily running up your slit and flicking along your clit. He teased his way to your entrance before pressing his tongue inside, and with a gasp you felt it move, you felt it… was it expanding?

“Ah!” You whined. “I-“ you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale through your teeth as Sukuna’s nose brushed along your clit.

“What’s wrong little puppy?” He asked in mock concern laced with a condescending smirk— “I have to make sure I don’t damage the goods, right?” —Said smirk just so happened to be dripping in your arousal, so the way he talked down to you only served to make you shiver.

He pressed his tongue back inside you, moving it in ways that shouldn’t be possible. His hand at your hip moved to brush his thumb on your clit, rolling in gentle circles meant to tease more than to get you to where you needed to be.

“Please!” You squealed, bucking your hips into his mouth. A rough chuckle vibrated through your core, sending more hot tears of shame streaming down your cheeks.

“Please just let me Cu-u-um,” you nearly sobbed, the tongue inside you and the thumb on your clit was sending you spiralling into madness, the pressure so hot inside you it felt as if it were burning your insides.

Sukuna lifted his mouth from your core. “Oh? You want to cum?” He pressed his thumb harder onto your clit, making you squeak. “Why didn’t you just say so? Cum then.”

It came unexpectedly, as soon as his tongue re-entered your aching cunt, the cord inside you snapped, and you screamed into the still air of your room. The Curse worked you through it, holding you down and chuckling darkly at the way your body jolted and squirmed as if you couldn’t contain what was rolling through you.

As soon as the pleasure had run its course, the sound of cloth ripping pulled your gaze to Sukuna, who had quite literally torn Yuuji’s clothes off his body.

“You sure you want this, little puppy?” He asked, grinning down at you as he stroked himself. The tattoos that covered his skin stretched and move with each pull of thick muscle, and you nearly drooled at the sight of his hand pumping slowly at his —Yuuji’s— cock.

The ache in you returned tenfold.

“Please.”

His eyes darkened, and his words came out in a filthy sort of tease. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you~”

You were pulled down the bed, and he wrapped his massive hands around your thighs, pushing them up and up until your knees were nearly beside your head.

He tapped the fat head of his cock against your clit twice, before letting it touch your entrance. You breathed deep, waiting for him to tease you more, to make you beg for it.

All the air was ripped from your lungs as he pushed it all inside you in one stroke, starting a relentless pace as soon as his hips met the flesh of your ass. You screamed partly in shock, but mostly for the way it made your cunt spasm around him, the shock of an internal orgasm ripping through you—and so soon after you’d cum for prep.

“Ha!” Sukuna laughed, nails digging into your thighs. “Filthy slut. You can’t even make it a minute before you cum all over my cock.”

The pressure of your orgasm kept rolling through, and he showed no signs of letting up. The King of curses fucked into your sweet spot over and over— sending even more tears streaming down your cheeks at the mind numbing pleasure of it all.

His pace was brutal, never giving you a moment to recuperate. Your mind felt as if it was in the clouds, eyes rolling back into your head as you squealed for him, drooling all over yourself.

“Mmm..” Sukuna moaned over the sound of his skin slapping against your own. “So fuckin’ messy.” He leaned forward to lick the drool off your chin, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth before it collided with your own, pulling it into his mouth as he suckled on it, lewd and hard.

You could feel yourself clench around him at the obscenity of the action, at the way his tongue would circle your own before he’d pull it back into his mouth and suck so hard it sent little shockwaves of pain through you, only to be lulled away by gentle flicks along the length of the muscle. It was filthy, and only served to remind you of when you…

He was following the same motions you used when you sucked Yuuji’s cock.

You keened into his mouth, thrashing underneath him a bit with this realization, and with the embarrassment of it all.

He released his grip on your tongue, slowing his pace to smooth, firm thrusts that sent sparks up your spine. “What’s wrong?” He grinned, lips coated in your shared saliva. “Y’can dish it out, but you can’t take it, puppy?”

He laughed at your tears, at your reddened cheeks and the way your eyebrows curved into an expression so pained he might’ve been concerned if not for your obscene noises of pleasure and the clenching of your walls around his cock.

“You know I’m always there…” his hips sped up, and your insides twisted with pleasure. “Always watching you two, fucking like little bunnies.”

You keened and closed your eyes, tossing your head back and forth as if to deny it, but you knew it was true.

“Haha… yeah, a little bunny.” Sukuna said, hands sliding towards your throat. “That’s all you are, isn’t it?”

His thick fingers wrapped themselves around your throat so perfectly, squeezing the sides and pressing ever so gently inwards, restricting the blood flow.

“You’re just a little animal. A bitch begging to be fucked, right?” Your head began to feel so deliciously light, and each shuddering breath was accompanied by a low moan as his hips slammed into you, and your feet dangled uselessly from his shoulders where your calves rested.

“Just a little whore begging to be bred.” He growled low in your ear, causing you to gasp as even you could feel the way your walls contracted around him, an orgasm low in your belly ready to burst through you.

“Ah? That’s it, eh?” He grinned, releasing your throat and grabbing your hips. “The little puppy wants to be bred?” His tone was so condescending yet it was laced with a brutal kind of lust.

He slipped his cock from you and flipped you over, pulling you to your knees to grab your throat again. His other hand slipped over your torso, pinching and groping wherever he pleased. It slid down between your legs, and he groaned as he toyed with your puffy clit, soaked from your arousal that continued to drip from your core.

“I watched you all these years. How you bat your pretty lashes at him to get what you want, how you tease him with your tongue,” he spread your lips with his fingers, thrusting his cock into your sloppy folds, the head barely catching your entrance. “How you do your best to take him all the way down your throat. I see the way he fucks you, I’ve watched you cum more times than I can count.”

He hisses as his thrusts manage to push into your hole, the intrusion causing you to flutter around him. “So why do you look so much more pathetic now? Huh?”

You cried out as he released your throat and grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving your face into the mattress and arching your back so perfectly for him. The tears flowed freely again, the shame burning through your skin.

“Hmm? Who made these tears? Who is making you cum so hard you see stars?” His hips collided with your ass in quick succession, causing you to scream into the puddle of drool forming on the sheets below you. “Who is it that you want to ruin your tight little pussy? Who do you want to pump you full of cum, little girl? Fucking say it.”

The orgasm that had been teetering over the edge slammed full force into you, and your nails nearly tore through the sheets as you screamed and convulsed under him.

“YOU!” You chanted, pulse after pulse of your orgasm milking his cock with enough pressure that he threw his head back, cursing into the hot air of the room.

“Fuck. That’s right, say my fucking name.” His endurance made your eyes blow wide as he kept the pace, your orgasm burning as he refused to stop. “Tell the little brat who’s fucking you. I want the image of you screaming my name burned into his memory forever.”

The pressure inside you increased, and a foreign feeling pulsed through you. “Sukuna! I-“ you stuttered, turning your head to glance back at him. “Somethings— ah! I can’t take it!”

“You will,” he growled, tightening his grip on your hair and hip. “Say my fucking name again, slut.”

“Sukuna,” you cried, doing what he asked to appease him, but really because you couldn’t think enough to say anything else.

“Sukuna! Suku-!” Suddenly the pressure broke, and you wailed as your hot arousal sprayed all over his balls and legs, dripping down onto the crumpled sheets.

“Fuck yes, that’s it puppy.” He slowed, but only for a second, and the overstimulation had you babbling nonsense as tears poured.

“Wait— suk—It’s— I’m— oh, fffff-uck.” Your entire body went limp as another spray of arousal gushed from you, your face twisted in a soundless scream. He held your hips up, continuing to fuck you through it, and distantly you could hear his moans, could feel the stutter of his hips.

“Here it comes, baby. Take it, take it all.” His voice was low and strained, and you could feel the jumping of his cock inside you as he pumped you full. It was hot— hotter than anything you’d felt before, and it filled you so much you could feel it. He kept his hips pressed firmly into you as he stroked his fingers through your hair.

“You alive in there?” He chuckled.

“Mmn,” you groaned.

“I’ll make it up to you, but if I don’t let the kid back soon, he might combust.”

“Mmnn.” You weakly waved your hand back and forth, as if to say whatever, I’m a little pre-occupied at the moment.

As soon as your hand fell back down, a long, low groan reverberated behind you as his still-hard cock slowly eased out of your heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuuji’s voice was strained, and you felt his warm hands spread your ass, thumbs pulling your lips apart to watch the cum slide from your hole. “That’s so not fucking fair.”

“…yuu…” you whimpered.

“It’s alright baby, I’ll make it better.” He pulled your weight to the side, laying you gently on your back as he laid between your thighs. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but you gazed down at him through heavy lids as he gingerly ran his tongue along your folds, making you moan and shiver. It wasnt enough to hurt, but it was enough to make your stomach twist in pleasure.

“He knows how badly-“ he licked some cum that had dripped down back to your entrance, stuffing it back neatly with his tongue. “-I’ve wanted to cum inside you for so long now sunshine.”

You whimpered as he toyed with your folds, watching the cum drip out as you clenched, only for him to push it back inside.

“God you’re perfect,” he kissed your clit gently, and made his way up to your face, smiling warmly before kissing you. It was deep and sensual, and you could taste the mixture of your arousals on his tongue.

“Yuuji…” you whined. “Wan’ you now.”

“You sure baby?” He glanced down at your swollen folds, red and glistening.

“-Want you… please.”

“Okay, sunshine.” He kissed you gently, before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed through, finding no resistance with the amount of cum that was both in and outside of you, and started a slow but steady pace.

“Ohh, oh fuck.” Yuuji groaned, lowering himself onto his forearms so he could press his forehead to yours. “I’m not gonna last long baby, I’m so sorry.”

“No no,” you shook your head, slurring your words and running your fingers through his hair. “I jus’want you t’cum too.”

His eyes lit up then, “c-can I? In-inside?”

You giggled, your senses finally returning as the quick bucking of Yuuji’s hips made your legs tingle. “Of course Yuuji,” you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I wanna be so full of your cum that it leaks outta me for days.”

“Oh fuck.” Yuuji’s hips stuttered, and again, you could feel the jumping of his cock inside you as he painted your walls milky white. It wasn’t nearly as much as Sukuna’s but considering it was from the same body, you weren’t expecting as much a second time. Regardless, you still felt so full.

Yuuji pulled out, watching as some of his cum dribbled out and nearly ran down your ass, but scooped it up with a finger and hesitantly brought it to your lips. You smiled and gleefully took it into your mouth, licking the white from him with lewd swirls of your tongue.

He blushed, but pulled his finger from your mouth in favour of laying you down, wrapping himself around you and holding you securely in his arms.

“Can we… can we talk about everything tomorrow?” Yuuji yawned. “I was exhausted before I came in here. Now my legs are numb.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his where they held you. “Yeah, I don’t mind. I need sleep too.”

“I love you, sunshine.” He whispered into your hair.

“I love you more, Yuuji.”

He smirked. “Impossible.”

“If you two don’t go to sleep now I’m going another round whether you like it or not.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at the mouth formed on Yuuji’s hand. “Shut the fuck up Sukuna, go to sleep.”

“How dare you—“ you cut him off by pulling Yuuji’s hand to your lips, pressing you a kiss to the corner of Sukuna’s mouth.

“Goodnight, grouchy pants.” Yuuji laughed at the taunt, but surprisingly Sukuna retreated. You snuggled into your partner, knowing that you awaited one hell of a conversation in the morning.

For now though, you allowed yourself to drift into a deep, content sleep.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #tw: violence #tw: degradation #yuuji x reader x sukuna

[nunalastor]

With this whole "Serial Roommates" AU and Detective Guy LeBlouff going on, I can't help but have a nagging thought.

As far as we know, both from the official comic and the series, Alastor is someone who definitely kills those who he believes deserve it, mainly those who abuse their power over others. If that's what he did in life, it makes sense that his goals in hell would be Overlords.

And, despite wanting to be seen as a sadistic and narcissistic psychopath, there is no denying that Alastor is quite fair in using his power. He doesn't kill Sir Pentius because he is insignificant, but he kills the gangsters who were looking for Mimzy. In the comic he didn't kill the butcher who was planning to attack him, but he didn't even hesitate when the butcher attacked Sheep Girl. It makes me think that he also has standards regarding the Overlords he killed. As the main example we have Husk, whom he did not kill, but now has at his service. Husk was an Overlord, it seems that his area was casinos, betting and games of chance. It wouldn't be strange if they revealed that Husk as Overlord was not exactly abusive towards the souls he possessed, but if he used them as a bargaining chip, instead of betting money or property, he bet souls since he did not give them importance, which led him to lose power and eventually give his soul to Alastor.

What I mean is that Alastor, in fact, has standards, and that leads him to be polite with other Overlords like Rosie or Zestial. However, even if he is friends with others, he never lets his guard down. He can't trust anyone in hell, keeping his smile and his defenses up all the time is very necessary where he are. His demonic form considers itself a prey, he has an aversion to something that others use as a distraction or to harm others (sex). Any weakness will be used against him, whether for power or simply wanting to do harm, as Husk demonstrated when he simply brought up Alastor's deal just to touch a nerve. If Alastor can't trust someone he owns, then he can't trust anyone anymore.

Lucifer and Charlie are more powerful than him, and Alastor knows it, but he also knows that he could trust Charlie. Vaggie was able to lie to his girlfriend, but he can't exactly blame her, being constantly on the defensive is something he can respect. Deep down he knows that Angel has no bad intentions, but he can't trust that he won't miss important information near Valentino or one of Vox's devices. Husk is only loyal to him because he has his soul, he can't trust him not to attack him if he frees him. Niffty is...a special case. Mimzy only looks for him when she wants something. Rosie is a special situation. He is wary of Zestial. Vox was his friend and that changed, and they were probably both to blame.

And if we think about the comic, it seems like all Alastor wants sometimes is to have a normal day. It is obvious that he enjoys the fear he provokes, but it would be nice if the cowards ran away after he had completed the basic etiquette he was raised with.

Which brings us back to the detective, a normal guy with no real power unlike Alastor, someone who genuinely has no bad intentions and just wants to spend time with an good old friend reminiscing about the good old days. While Alastor prefers to maintain an "untouchable" facade with everyone in Hell, he doesn't need to do that with Guy, or literally any other character who meets those characteristics (Niffty). There are people with whom he can feel normal, and let his guard down, at least a little.

For the members of "Dark Forced Family" this would provoke an attack of excessive jealousy. But for "Forced Family"? That would be the key, finding out what makes Alastor feel comfortable enough to let his guard down, giving him space to feel comfortable, and time to learn to trust that no one around him wants his head or his power or will use information they obtain from him against him.

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#hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #serial roommates #headcanon #meta #sort of

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

-"ah shit here we go again" gif here-

vampire spawn!tav x Astarion

Rated: M

Warnings: vampirism, manipulation, oral (male receiving), corruption kink

Vampires do not know love, vampires only know possession and control. It is in their nature to dominate, to consume, and to kill. Love was taken from these creatures the moment they unnaturally obtained immortality. Immorality follows as one with supernatural power and charms starts to care less about the consequences, they become selfish creatures.

Yet, you are by far the most infuriating kind of vampire he has ever met. When he saw you attempt to feed (before you found out he is a vampire), you were trembling as you held a mouse in your hands. Fangs not even completely bared and tears in those pretty eyes, you released the mouse and sat outside of camp with only the moon as your companion.

It infuriates him because you are fighting against your nature, fighting a battle you will only lose over and over again. Better to embrace reality than pretend to live in a world where everything can be solved by the Gods and love.

Yet… It becomes part of the reason why he wants you.

Maybe he wants to see how long you can keep this up. Maybe he wants to corrupt you himself— The latter being far more fun.

But alas, he cannot have you completely to himself when there are others around.

Everyone seems to have their clingy paws on you like dogs to their master— Like that damn white dog you found. Astarion much prefers the owlbear, as it can bring back some offerings or whatever. At first, he thought this was part of some plan: make everyone trust you, feed on them, maybe kill a few of them at some point. Of course, maybe you adjusted the plan once it is found out that the journey requires everyone in order to reach the source of these tadpoles.

No, turns out you genuinely want friends— Which is weird and is going against his own plan. Yes, he is using you— You should know better as a vampire to trust another vampire. Charming and teasing his way with sweet words into your thoughts, a mentor-like way of teaching you vampirism, and the physical touches of a man so gentle he has more than once left you flustered.

He nearly has you wrapped around his finger.

But alas, you are not alone.

Shadowheart though does not outright say it, her mannerisms are protective of you. Karlach even more so and outright says it. Wyll is… Too textbook gentleman and heroic. Lae'zel had straight out said she wants a taste of you; both respect and lusting for you, while remaining as friendly as her kind can be. Gale, a friend and teacher as you start to hone your arcane talents.

All of them with their paws out eager for you; none have your attention like he does.

The vampire spawn may not be able to isolate you but he can draw you in. Like a butterfly in a spider's web.

Astarion knows this, he knows how to hook you in and reel you close to his side. It is his very nature to be seductive; to whisper sweet nothings, to make empty promises, to drain everything given to him dry.

"Please," You say between quickening breaths, "Show me." Above him with his blood on your lips, claws (trimmed down to be a normal shape) digging into his chest. Desperate. You want so bad it is drawing out that beast within.

Where he wants to devour, taint you, utterly ruin you—And he is.

Your first, that one piece of yourself that your master did not claim, is given to Astarion. Though he clearly is a charlatan who will use you, he also is the only one who understands the need: trading one hunger for another. Curiosity and a way to free you from something that can be stolen by your master.

Through him, you find freedom; unaware you are binding yourself to a creature who only knows deception, possession, and control.

You touch his chest, exploring the flesh of a vampire and a lover. Maybe a lover, you will not assume he truly loves you but you trust him enough with this. With the only thing your master never stole from you during your captivity.

"Relax, my sweet," His hands seem bigger than yours, his fingers have calluses yet his hands are soft, graceful. You take a deep breath and resume mapping out a body that is not yours— Hells, you don't know your own body like how you want to know his. Pale, cold, and yours to touch.

"There just like that." Purring out his praise as you gain the boldness to kiss his chest, he smirks at the way your eyes light up when he moans when you bravely take a chance to bite his skin. "Lower." You nod as you kiss your way down between his open legs, hands trembling then feel his hands touch and guide them to slip off his trousers and undergarment. "Slowly, no need to rush."

The eagerness is definitely there and your mouth is warm, there is such a charm to how you try to mimic what a few novels barely grasp.

The raw unadulterated lust.

Those red eyes gazing up at him, mouth leaving his cock for the moment as he sits up to show you how to stroke his cock. You listen, you copy, then you try different paces and your mouth once again. 

"With how excited you are to let me in your mouth, I wonder how long you wanted to try this." Amused by your inexperienced desire, "Use your tongue," His hand petting your hair, "Up and down." Moaning with clear delight and approval.

His hand weights your head down signaling for you to go further down, and see how much you can fit before choking.

Of course, not a lot but you try anyway even though you had to pull away to stop from choking. Didn't stop you from stroking his cock or trying again.

"Good pet." Oh, you hummed around his cock at such a small praise. "Do you like being called my pet?" You don't need to answer, you know by that grin on his face he already knows. "My pet, I am going to fuck your mouth now." Playing with your hair before gripping it in a firm vice.

You try to relax your throat like he advised before this, easier said than done.

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Ambush

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Use of Google translate for one scentence.

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Tony sighed as he looked over at Steve for a moment before looking back at Bucky. “That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Y/N won't be at either of them.” 

“Why wouldn't she be?” Bucky asked with a raised brow. 

“Unless this is another false lead, which doesn't seem likely, given how Natasha obtained the information, but Phantom has a new mission she's been tasked with.” When Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, Tony continued. “It's us.” 

“What do you mean ‘it's us’?” Steve asked. 

“We're in the way.” Both Bucky and Tony said at the same time. 

Of all of the scenarios Bucky’s mind had come up with on finding her, this one hadn't come up the most. He knew the chances of her being sent to take them out were high. And now that it was here, he hoped it didn't go to the worst scenario his mind came up with. 

“Take out the key players and they have a winning chance.” Tony added. 

“Did they say when this is supposed to happen?” Bucky asked. 

Bucky knew they needed to be ready. His mind was already going through everything they'd need to safely stop Y/N. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he was going to make sure everyone would do as needed. 

“Don't know.” Tony answered. “We don't know if this will be a hit all three at once situation or attempt to take us out and then get what they need.” 

“She could have been given that mission at any time.” Steve looked over at Bucky. “If she's coming, we're going to need a plan and fast.” 

“The only way to know for sure is if there were any attempts at getting our information.” Bucky noted. “We'll be able to come up with some kind of timeline we're working with. But I gotta say this now. It's gotta be non lethals only, or me going up against her.”

“Of course.” Steve nodded. He was sure if given the right amount of time, several plans could be put into place. The amount of non lethals they had wouldn't run out. “There is the option of Wanda. She could do something to stop her without any harm coming to her.” 

Bucky nodded. “We'll have to make sure Wanda is close by at all times.” Both Steve and Tony nodded. 

“Now the question is how long do we have to prepare before she drops in. FRIDAY, has there been anything flagged as suspicious activity in any of the systems?”

All three of them looked towards each other for a moment. FRIDAY normally answered seconds after anything was asked. But this time there was silence. A moment later, alarms were going off through the compound. 

“I'd say that's suspicious enough.” Tony said before the three of them began running out of the conference room. 

On the opposite end of the compound Hydra soldiers continued to spill onto the property. The moment Phantom disabled the security systems, they were making their way in. While the numbers weren't one of a strong army, they currently had a bit of an advantage. 

A quinjet flew overhead. One that had been in Hydra’s hold since the fall of SHIELD. Putting it to use today made it almost too easy to get close enough for Phantom to hack into the system and disarm it. 

Hovering over the roof of the compound, the ramp lowered. Several soldiers moved towards the end and made their way onto the roof. A moment later, Phantom was making her way towards the ramp. 

She wore black tactical gear from head to toe. The hood of her shirt had been up, casting a shadow on her face. A black fabric mask covers the bottom half of her face, adding to the illusion of her not being seen under the hood. 

Several tactical belts laid at her hips. Any weapon that would be needed for her was within reach. Straps that holstered guns and blades ran down the sides of her leg ensuring that once the back up bullets ran out, she'd have other weapons to use. 

Before she could put one foot on the ramp, a set of commands were thrown into the air. The words caused her to stop in her tracks and wait for either information or one last check. 

A soldier came to stand beside her. His attention was on the building just below them. Her temporary handler while on this mission. 

“Your mission?” He asked. 

“Take out the Avengers.” She responded instantly. 

“The priority?”

“The traitor to Hydra.” Phantom hadn't moved or looked his way.  “He's problematic to the mission. He feeds information to the Avengers. His death means Hydra can do as it needs to.” 

“Stark and Wilson are already working the perimeter.” Steve said as the group made their way towards the main floor. “We'll meet them in the middle. Take any you can for interrogating.  If you see Y/N, non lethals only or call for Bucky. Anyone see Maximoff?”

“Good. Ensure this mission is successful.” He nodded his head towards the opening. “Don't return until it is. Preferably with his head.” Without any acknowledgement, Phantom was making her way down the ramp. 

“We're down two. Her and Vision had plans.” Natasha added as she tightened the widow bites around her wrists. “Already sent a message to them and they're on their way.” 

“Keep your eyes scanning.” Bucky noted as they reached the end of the hall before the main floor door. “She can come out from anywhere. If she's got all the information she needs-” 

A hunter's knife blew past them before embedding itself in the door in front of them. The way the knife hit the door was a way to keep it from opening. A strategic move to keep someone from leaving. 

For a brief moment as Bucky’s eyes landed on the embedded knife, a quick flash of a memory played through his mind. One where he was throwing the blade to keep Y/N from leaving. And now he was on the receiving end of it. 

“No need to go looking for her.” Clint stated the obvious as they turned to look down the path they came from. “She found us.” 

In the dimly lit halls, the four of them found the silhouette of Phantom. Her face couldn't be seen from their position. And from what they could see, her hands rested at her side, almost as if she was waiting. Waiting for one of them to make their move. 

Bucky moved himself from his current position in the back to stand in front of the others. “Get going. I've got her.” 

There was a part of him that was relieved at seeing her. He hadn't physically seen her in two years and now she was standing in front of him. The other part knew this wasn't going to be the reunion he thought about for the past several months. At this very moment, she wasn't the woman he knew. She was an asset that was sent on a mission and wasn't going to stop until it was done. 

“She won't hold back.” Natasha voiced his thoughts. 

“And I won't stop until I get through to her.” Bucky added. 

A heavy feeling of deja vu was played on the  group. They had been here once before, under different circumstances. If history was repeating itself, at least they knew the outcome would be in their favor. 

“If you need us…” Steve trailed off as he motioned for the other to began making their way down the adjacent hallway. He only received a nod from Bucky before he was following closely behind. 

When Bucky took one step forward, he watched her carefully. He watched for any of her movements that she'd make. He still couldn't see her face but he knew she was watching him like a hawk. 

“We don't have to do this.” His voice was loud and clear. 

He took several more steps closer to her but she remained still, just watching him. When he came to a stop a few steps away from her, her eyes finally became clear within the darkness that surrounded her face. It was as he took in her eyes, the eyes he once believed that he could get lost in them, he was met with a cold and empty look. 

Her mind registered different things about the man before her. His appearance was familiar to her from the several files she had read through the night before. Everything within the file had been accurate. The only difference was that his hair was several inches longer now than it was in the surveillance photos. 

The gun that he carried was down by his side, hanging from the strap on his shoulder. His posture was calm, as if he wasn't currently going up against someone who could take his life. 

But there was something about his eyes. How they moved over her the moment he was close enough to really examine her. The way there was concern in his eyes the whole time he walked towards her. It set off something within her she didn't understand. 

“‘This’ only ends one way.” Her voice was almost monotonous. The moment the words left her lips, she was unsheathing two of the combat knives at her hips and advancing forward. 

Even with it being longer than two years since the last time he had any training with her, he knew every movement she made before she had. Every strike she attempted he was blocking it. Even when she attempted to use the gun at his side, he had it out of her hands and the gun thrown down the hall. 

Her tactics hadn't changed. There were slight differences but a majority of it was the same. And for a brief moment it hadn't been them standing in a hall with her attempting to kill him. They were in the gym with a sparring session. It's why he couldn't stop the words from leaving his lips. 

“You're going to have to do better than that.” It was followed by a chuckle. 

The response had been a lift of her eyebrow before she manuevored herself to connect her elbow to his face, hard. Based on his stance stumbling slightly, the man before her hadn't been expecting it. She almost smirked as it gave her the opportunity to sweep her legs, knocking him down. 

I can't show you all my moves, then you wouldn't spar with me. 

Her own voice echoed within her brain that caused her to hesitate. A response to his remark that she hadn’t even thought about responding to. Yet the echo of her own voice told her that would have been the response. 

Bucky noticed the slight hesitation as he moved to get up off the ground. The shift in her eyes reminded him of his own moments when Steve was trying to break through to him. He knew he officially had one foot in the door. 

“You know me.” He tried, hoping to push further.  

He watched as she shook whatever was happening in her mind off before sending the blade in her hand his way. Bucky caught it by the hilt before tossing it off to the side. 

“You are the Mission.” She responded. A moment later Bucky was blocking more of her advances. Including one that almost had the blade of the second knife embedded in his thigh. “That's how I know you.” 

The words had stung Bucky’s heart as he managed to pull the blade out of her grasp and throw it, with the blade embedding itself into the wall. It was strange to be on this end of things. To be the one fighting to get through to someone within Hydra’s hold. He just needed to break her free from it. 

It didn't take long for Bucky to find himself in a favorable hold with her. One that he knew he could easily get her pinned on the ground. And with one more maneuver he had her on her back, with him following her. 

When her back hit the ground, a strange fuzzy memory quickly passed her mind. One where the man before her had a smirk on his face instead of the serious look he had now as he looked at her. The sound of a giggle echoed in her ears before the memory completely faded. 

Out of instinct, she was able to manipulate the hold he currently had on her, forcing him on to his back. A blade she had attached to her hip was released from its sheath and brought up to his neck. It had been too easy to draw the first drop of blood from his body flinching against the pressure. 

He raised his hands up by his head, practically surrendering to her. “I'm not going to continue to fight you. ” 

She watched as his eyes met hers and never looked away. There was something in his eyes she hadn't believed she had seen before. She watched many with fear in their eyes before they began pleading for their lives. He didn't have the same look in his eyes. 

There was understanding and acceptance. For a man that hardly fought her back during the last several minutes, it made her curious as to why he hadn't tried running like the others had. Or at least attempted to use his arm in defense. 

She had been expecting it. She had read the information before coming. She knew the man used it to his advantage in combat. So why not with her? It had been almost too easy to have him pinned as he was now. 

Her head tilted slightly as she studied him. The blade against his neck never loosened as she did. Deep within her, in a way she didn't understand, there was now a feeling of familiarity. But how could someone she did not recognize hold such familiarity. 

Bucky noticed the way she was hesitating. He should have taken that opportunity to get himself out of his current position, but he was watching her reactions.

He knew from experience what could possibly be happening within her mind. He knew there was a possibility that something was coming over her that she couldn't explain. He knew that the woman deep within the asset was attempting to break through the surface. 

"Do you know who this is?”

A picture was held in front of her, and all she could focus on was the man's eyes. The same one that was currently pinned down to the ground beneath her. The sadness that was in those eyes. An ache in her chest when she couldn't remember his name, but she knew him intimately.

“Now you know me.” He said softly. His eyes still never left hers. Even as her eyes flicked back to his, he couldn’t bring himself to move. “You can't place it, but you feel it.” He slowly brought his fleshed hand up to her wrist. He gauged her reaction as he did, but she didn't move to stop him. “That's what's stopping you.” 

His fingers moved in a pattern against her skin that his mind had once created one night while spending time with her. The very pattern he continued to do any time he was feeling overwhelmed in any way. His signal to her he needed an out from wherever they were at. 

Bucky watched as she didn't flinch away from his touch. It was as if she was just watching his movements, taking in the familiarity of something unlocking within her brain. As she did, he noticed another shift in her eyes. He was getting through to her. 

He just needed something else to help break through to her. To help give that final break through the wall. But a moment later he could hear the sound of someone speaking to her through her coms. 

The shift in her eyes disappeared and she was twisting his hand away from hers as the blade of the knife pressed deeper into his skin. All she had to do was slice and it'd be over. Her mission would be complete. 

“Ty zakonchil zdes’, Fantom.” You're done here, Phantom. The words had quickly left Bucky’s lips in one breath. 

He watched as she paused once more. He knew her programming was working its way through her. Her mind was trying to take in what the word meant. The blade against his skin eased up slightly. 

A part of her mind was screaming at her to stop and stand at attention to wait for the next command. That the punishment would be worse if she didn't obey. And for a brief moment her weight lifted off of him slightly. But the other part of her mind didn't register the command. In all the new conditioning she had over the last several months, that command didn't exist. 

There was no new command to stop. There wasn't a punishment waiting for her if she didn't respond to the command given. The main goal that was embedded this time around: complete the mission. 

When Bucky saw her grip tightened on the hilt, he knew it didn't work. He knew that whatever command he'd throw at her, there would be a possibility of it no longer working. He was out of options. 

When the blade of the knife began sliding across his skin, Bucky grabbed a hold of her wrist with his vibranium hand, halting her movements and pulling her hand away. He adjusted himself to flip her back on to her back as she continued to fight to free herself from his hold. 

With a hard hit of her knee, she had him flipped off of her and she rushed to stand. In the process, she pulled the hand gun strapped to her ankle out and aimed. Her finger pulled at the trigger easily. 

Bucky barely had a moment to steady himself before he was blocking bullets with vibranium. He moved closer to her with each pull of the trigger. Counting each until he knew for sure the clip would be empty. Before the final count, he noticed that she stopped. 

If he hadn't looked up at her eyes, he would have missed the way her eyes suddenly flashed red before returning to their normal color. He watched as the gun dropped to her side as something changed within her. Fear filled her eyes where there was emptiness moments ago. 

He watched as her eyes flicked to him before her eyes welled up, causing a tear to fall down her cheek. He could see that the wall he was trying to break through earlier had finally broken. In the next moment, Bucky was taking a few steps closer as she fainted forward. He caught her easily, pulling her up into his arms. 

“Thank you.” Bucky said as he looked over at Wanda the moment he had a hold of Y/N. 

It was easy enough for Wanda to work her way up behind Y/N. Her target had been keeping her busy and it had been easy for Wanda to give a small hand wave and Y/N was sent into the spell. 

Bucky gently brought her over to a padded bench against the wall and laid her down. His fleshed hand gently pulled down the fabric away from her face. It was a way to free her from Phantom. To separate the two entities as best as he could for her.  It wasn't long after that he was pulling the coms out of her ear and crushing it within vibranium. 

“I came as fast as I could.” Wanda said as she moved closer. “Though if I had come sooner you wouldn't have been shot.” She pointed towards Bucky’s right arm. 

Bucky looked down at his arm. His shirt had blood seeping through the fabric. He had been so focused on Y/N that his mind didn't register the fresh wound. From the looks of things, the bullet had grazed him. 

“It's superficial. I'll be fine.” He nodded. 

“And your neck?” She asked as her eyes began scanning for any possible threat. 

“Occupational hazard.” He shrugged slightly as he brushed his fingers along Y/N’s cheek. “I almost got through to her. But she got pulled back in.” He looked over to Wanda. “What did you make her see?” 

“Exactly what you might think I showed her.” She began. “Though what she is actually seeing, I'm not sure.” 

Bucky knew Wanda meant fears. He saw the look on Y/N's face before she passed out. He knew that if anything fear would be the thing to break through to her. That maybe once she'd wake up, the mind block would be gone. 

Bucky, what's your status? 

Steve's voice came over the coms. Bucky ’s hand went up to his coms as he looked over at Wanda. “We're clear. She's secured. “ 

The words almost made him cringe. He should have said she was safe. He should have said things were cleared there. He could have said a million other things, but out of habit he said what he did. 

Perimeter is clear. We're working our way in. Sam's voice came over the coms next. Stark got FRIDAY back up. 

The East Wing is cleared. Natasha added. 

Conversations continued through the coms but Bucky was barely listening. His attention was still on Y/N and he was sure it would stay that way for quite some time. 

She may have been unconscious but he could see the movement beneath her eyelids. He wondered what fears she was living through at that moment. What details she was reliving or what story her mind formed as the worst thing she could ever face. 

“The med bay may be more comfortable for her.” Wanda offered. The three of them were still in the walkway. Wanda knew that once the team had full control of the compound, a lot of people were going to be making their way through that walkway. 

“It can't be the med bay.” Bucky shook his head slightly before he moved to lift her up into his arms.  The possibility of Y/N waking up in the med bay and taking it out on the medical staff wasn't something they needed. She wouldn't know where she was let alone what they could possibly be doing to her. “I'll get her set up in one of the spare rooms for now. She'll need space.” 

As he began walking towards the living quarters, he felt the shift in her body. The tension she had from the spell began to ease up. Relaxing into his hold a little more with each passing second. 

“You're safe.” He promised her. “I'm never going to let you out of my sight.”

If he hadn't been holding her as he was, Bucky was sure he would have missed it. It had been soft as if she was sighing. And part of him deeply hoped he hadn't been just hearing things. 

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hiya could i please request boyfriend headcanons with ryusui nanami please 🫶🏼

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RYUSUI NANAMI BF HEADCANONS || SFW

He’s absolutely enamored with everything about you. Your mind, your beauty, your speech; a combination of those things have him completely smitten. 

Spoils and shares everything with you. Anything you want, he’s on it; and that goes both for pre and post petrification. Pre-petrification is admittedly a little easier for him to obtain it, but he isn’t any less determined. Even if it takes him longer or faces more difficulty and backlash, he does everything in his power to make it come to fruition; anything to see you light up. No desire is too trivial or too fantastical. 

Loud and unapologetic in his love for you; he’s singing your praises all the time to anyone and everyone in the vicinity. He’s always talking up your talents and strengths and always wants to be right beside you while you do your thing, or at the very least, support you in the ways that he can. And when you’re being recognized by your peers, whether it be for your accomplishments or skills or as a person, Ryusui is the very loudest and very proudest in his adoration for you. 

He’s completely confident in all of your abilities, but he can’t help sometimes worry for you regardless. It’s normal, especially if you’re needed to do something dangerous, and especially if you’re forced to do it alone, but even so, he’s there reassuring you with a comforting hold of your face that you’re okay, he’s always there and looking out for you, and that you won’t go down so easy, am I wrong?

And this isn’t exclusive to life-threatening, high stake situations, of course. He’s often reassuring you in the same way when you find yourself caught up in your pessimistic thoughts, grounding you with two firm hands on your shoulders and a gentle smile. Trust that in one way or another, he’ll manage to sweep you up in a pamper session when he sees you visibly stressed over something.

But he’s also insanely helpful! He doesn’t bullshit and offers honest advice and constructive feedback whenever you ask for it (and even sometimes when you don’t, which is a different story, but you know he means well…). And of course, he’s more than happy to get involved himself! No matter what it is. 

You’re able to more easily reason with him than other people might be. Of course, that doesn’t mean he’ll up and abandon all of his thoughts and feelings toward something simply because you told him so, but he’s more willing to compromise and hear other people out on ideas he initially disagrees with when they go through you. He trusts your judgment, and he just hates seeing the pained look of inner conflict on your face.

Similarly, you can get other people to reason with him more easily, to consider his ideas and understand his perspectives when he's too stubborn to effectively communicate himself. You often act as a mediator between Ryusui and his brother Sai, and as you more quickly acknowledge Sai’s own feelings, he respects and trusts your own judgment enough to go with Ryusui if you say he should. 

Ryusui isn’t over the top with PDA, but that doesn’t mean he shies away from it; not in the slightest. One of his favorite things to do is to drape himself over you. Whether he’s tired or irritated or depressed about something, you can often find him slumped over your back, face buried in the crevice of your neck, or resting his head in your lap. Or he’ll nudge you or bump your side with his when he teases you about something, or he’ll grab your shoulders and guide you toward something he wants you to see. It doesn’t even need to be a kiss or hug of sorts; Ryusui’s PDA is more so just him simply touching you in some way.

In general, it is so very evident that Ryusui cares, loves, you so immensely. From the soft, starstruck looks he sends your way--whether you're aware of them or not--, to the amount of effort he pours into taking care of you.

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In honor of impromptu "let us attempt to be normal about D&D parental figures" week, I'd like to talk about Vandran.

To talk about Vandran, because we see him for a total of what, five minutes in the finale and a couple of sendings prior, we need to talk about Fjord.

Fjord is an exploration of a handful of traits associated with toxic masculinity, or even just restrictive aspects of traditional masculinity that aren't necessarily toxic. I think it's fair to say that irl, Travis is probably engaging with those standards; but Exandria doesn't have the same conception of gender norms. It's also worth noting that Fjord's issues are specifically excessive stoicism to the point of it being harmful to himself, and control issues, rather than the full spectrum of what we'd call toxic masculinity (eg, philandering, misogyny, belittling of 'unfit' activities for men, etc.) For what it's worth, the two other men in the Nein - who are both further from modern standards of 'manliness' than Fjord in many ways - actually share these issues; and Vex, a woman, shares many of them as well. As such I'm going to not be using the term "toxic masculinity" any further in this, because I don't think it's particularly accurate in-univrse.

Vandran is heavily implied to share these flaws. I think it's for that reason that there was often an assumption that Fjord learned them from Vandran. However, I think that's almost certainly not true; Fjord looked up to Vandan for his sense of control, certainly, but also for genuinely good leadership and fairness; as Fjord ultimately says, "kindness, and love, and honor".

Vandran is, I suspect, like most of the other parental figures in Critical Role; just kind of winging it, and not always being able to provide all of what the child needed - or even being aware. He didn't have the tools to address Fjord's difficulties with showing vulnerability or asking for help, because he lacks them himself, but I don't think he necessarily worsened them. It's also necessary to remember that by the time he met Fjord, Fjord was the young adult product of a truly Dickensian childhood.

I think the worst of Fjord's issues came from the orphanage: why ask for help when you spent a childhood knowing it won't come? Why cede control or power when you grew up without any, and had to painstakingly fight for every scrap you eventually obtained? Why admit weakness when it was, in your young life, only exploited or mocked?

Vandran was able to, even unwittingly, provide a place where some of this could be channeled at least semi-productively. But he didn't, and probably couldn't, address the underlying problems. However, he never set upon Fjord the expectation that Fjord would try to imitate him; that's something Fjord set on himself. And again! That's not unique to Fjord! I've mentioned Caduceus and Jester having similar issues, and it's not hard to read something into Caleb's statement of "I was not going to be a soldier like my father." I don't think Fjord thought Vandran even wanted this of him; he just didn't know how to otherwise invoke Vandran's leadership without the aid of formalized hierarchy, experience, and reputation that Vandran had.

So when Fjord says "I am not at peace," in leaving behind Vandran's voice, that's not a rejection of Vandran so much as finally acknowledging that he's without a roadmap in this situation. He knows that what he did gain from Vandran isn't going to be enough to continue; but that's not a statement that Vandran was any more flawed or limited than, well, anyone.

#what i find frustrating in a lot of the discussion of parents is that there's no like...agency for the characters #when that was like. actually a core theme of C2: how much did they make me and how much did I make me #and where do I go from this now that I can be myself #like not to be a grouchy person who's only had half her coffee so far today but how did people miss that #critical role #fjord stone #vandran

[yanderecrazysie]

Hajime Hinata Yandere Profile

I got the basic template (some changes) from @cinnamonest and was also inspired by the amazing @midnightlee25 to make yandere profiles so a big thank you to them! (Sorry for the pings if you don't like them asdfsgsdfa)

Feel free to request characters (please check what characters I will do in my pinned post) and I'm also willing to do a nsfw yandere profile for characters.

---------------HAJIME HINATA YANDERE PROFILE-----------------

Aware, Delusional, or Denialistic?

Is he aware of what he is doing or is he delusional/in denial?

Hajime falls into the "denialistic" category. He knows that kidnapping, stalking, etc. is wrong and, normally, he'd be strongly against that sort of thing.

But when it comes to you, he's suddenly making excuses, seeing those typically terrible things as necessary and for the greater good of you both. Somehow, in his mind, what he's doing isn't that bad, not like it'd be for any other human being!

Obsessive or Possessive?

Does he care more about you or about owning you?

Hajime cares deeply about you, but he has possessive tendencies. He gets extremely jealous and wants you to behave the way he wants you to, leading to him earning a mix between obsessive and possessive, leaning towards the latter.

Hajime isn't completely about control, but he definitely wants to control you, to a point. He also wants to keep you away from everyone else. So yeah, possessive tendencies.

General Behavior Analysis:

How does he generally behave around you?

Hajime is definitely a tsundere. He gets embarrassed around you and, unfortunately, his knee-jerk reaction to getting embarrassed is to snap and act out. You'll definitely get snapped at and probably view him as rude and slightly hot-headed.

Utilize or Avoid kidnapping?

Does he prefer kidnapping you or does he prefer finding other methods to obtain you?

Hajime would definitely kidnap you. That way, he can keep away everyone who interferes with your relationship and mold you into what he wants.

He would be open to trying an overly-controlling and isolating romantic relationship, but you'd have to be willing to cut everyone out of your life and behave the way he wants.

Spiral Analysis:

Does he spiral out of control quickly or is he able to hold on to his humanity for a long time before he snaps?

Since Hajime is denialistic, he holds on for a while and then snaps. The spiral really begins when he begins excusing criminal actions. Stalking? He was just making sure you got home safely and he was interested in knowing where you live. That's completely normal.

It gets to the point where he either needs to admit what he's doing is wrong and has gone too far or he needs to do something to get rid of his overwhelming feelings (such as kidnapping). That's when the snap occurs.

Restrain, Threaten, or Barricade?

Does he resort to restraining you, threatening you, or locking down the building/room to keep you kidnapped?

Hajime would probably confine you to one room (with a bathroom), but wouldn't restrain you as long as you behave. He's extremely paranoid when it comes to locking everything up, so you can bet there's no way to break out normally.

Escape Attempt Analysis:

How he would react to a successful or failed escape attempt.

Hajime would freak out either way, getting both angry and tearful. If you escaped, his desperation grows the longer he looks for you until he's losing his mind. If you failed, he's a little rougher and angrier than he means to be and probably ends up screaming in your face.

Manipulate or Overpower?

How easy would it be to overpower or manipulate him in order to escape?

Hajime's stronger than he looks and keeps the room locked up tight, so your best bet is manipulation. Hajime's not stupid nor delusional, so you'll have to be very careful and wait a long time. Hajime will trust you more over time, but he'll probably never let you leave your room, since that's a little about control.

He keeps his emotions locked up tight behind a facade of toughness and rudeness, so if you can take control of his insecurity, desperation, and all those other weaknesses he keeps hidden, you may be able to get out of there.

Lenient or Strict?

How long is the chain (metaphorical or not) that he keeps you on?

Metaphorical chain in this case, and it's short as hell. Hajime is very controlling when he has you kidnapped or in a relationship. He's dictating everything you do pretty early on, from the way you respond to his presence to what you eat. He doesn't want to change your personality completely, just make you obedient.

Rule and Punishment Analysis:

What kind of rules he has and what punishments you receive for breaking them.

Hajime's rules are very strict and hard to keep track of at first. Unfortunately, he has a very short fuse and will blow up at you if you dare break any of his rules. His punishments, oddly enough, aren't very severe, unless you hate being yelled at for a while then left alone.

Rival Elimination Analysis:

How he deals with rivals and potential elimination methods.

Hajime's a jealous jerk and he will become irate if he believes you're being taken away by someone else. Instead of getting rid of the rivals, however, he blames you and realizes his desire to keep you under his thumb. Surely, if he can control you, he'll never have to worry about anyone else ever again.

Anger Analysis:

How easily he angers, how that anger looks, and how to calm him down.

Hajime has a short fuse, like I said, and that leads to clenching fists, spitting out things he doesn't mean, and a very raised voice. He's not violent, but goddamn if he isn't a sight to behold when he's seriously pissed off.

Above, Beneath, or Equal?

How does he view you: as something to worship, to own, or just as another human being?

Hajime wants to control you because he sees you as an equal. He loves you deeply, but he doesn't exactly worship you. Due to his secret insecurities, he probably doesn't see anyone as below him.

Requite or Reject?

How does he react to you accepting or rejecting his love?

He'd be over the moon, but typically tsundere on the outside if you were to accept him. I think he'd also soften up quite a bit and become less tsundere and more directly loving over time. Rejection just ticks him off a bit, but, due to his insecurity, he probably expects it.

Determination Analysis:

The level of determination to get you to requite or accept his feelings.

Hajime does want your acceptance, but he doesn't think it will happen. As long as he can control and "own" you in some sense, he'll be happy. Therefore, his determination to earn your love isn't particularly high.

#yandere #yandere profile #yandere hajime #hajime hinata #yandere danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2

[midnightmoonytales]

hello!! i hope you’re doing well ☺️ i was wondering if i could request a fic with xavier where the reader is pyrokinetic and maybe the reader accidentally hurts him and freaks and avoids him because they’re scared it’ll happen again. maybe they’re together or not and it leads to a confession? anyway thank you if you get it it, if not don’t worry ❤️

SPARK XAVIOR. T.

First, I want to say thank you, darling, for the request and I hope you're doing spectacular. When it came in, it brought me so much joy! Also- ya girlie here is a Pyromaniac faemself, so this really touches my soul. I hope you enjoy!

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnings: burn to someone else, insecurity, fire. Mentions of smoking, hateful parents.

Y/C/N/N : Your childhood nickname

Ft: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Ajax Petropolis

WC: 3k words

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Compared to your peers, you were considered a late bloomer. Your parents started taking you to multiple doctors ranging from other everyday power specialists to hypnotherapists. None seemed to work though. Some even said they never believed you were going to ever obtain your powers. Devastated, your family was in an uproar. How could their precious be so disgustingly normal?

It was until you were ten that your powers started showing. In the most inconvenient place of all, third-period math class. It was quite unfortunate the way everything turned out. You were waiting for your classmate to pass you the spreadsheet that was handed out by your teacher. When you notice your hands growing hot, tingly hot. Thinking nothing of it, you grabbed the form that was being handed to you. When suddenly, the paper was set aflame. Shocked, both you and your classmate backed away from the now burning paper. Panic had set through the classroom when your teacher came and stomped the fire out. Only ashes of burnt paper remain. To say your life at that school went south…well…it would be an understatement. Teachers and parents were complaining that you were a danger to those around you. You were labeled the freak/monster of the school after that. It didn’t take long for the administration to expel you after that.

Your parents were beyond thrilled to learn that your powers were showing, but were quickly disgruntled when they learned you had no control over it. With now being expelled, there was only one school your parents believed you would fit in. Nevermore Academy. At first, it took you a while to adjust to everything. The people you believed in as your friends, turned on you. Were considered a monster, a freak. Gaining the powers you once desired now feels like a burden. Principal Weems had put you into your own dorm for the time being. She even gave you a pair of fire-resistant gloves so you partake in school activities without setting something on fire. Your emotions played a key part in the intensity of your powers. New furniture being moved into your room and the old ones that were charred from your last breakdown, moved out.

You spent months alone until you met Enid Sinclair. A walking bubble of sunshine. At first, you believed that there was nothing you could bond over. Until she opened up about how she was unable to “wolf out.” She was one of two people who were able to get you out of your fiery breakdown. The other one is, Xavier Thorpe. You both met in Botany class, he was doodling away in his sketchbook when he caught you staring. Turning away as soon as you realized he caught you staring. Paying attention back to Ms. Thornhill when a small baby snake slithered onto your side of the desk. Smiling slightly, you lifted it onto your glove-covered hand. Soon after, it turned back to dust.

You continued to take notes when a small piece of paper was placed on to your notebook. Reading, “the name Xavier, what's yours?” Placing the note flat onto your notebook you began to respond. Ever since Thornhill's botany class, it was normal to see Enid, Xavier, you, and his best friend Ajax sitting in the Quad. You were all always seen together before Xavier and Bianca got together. It soon became you and Enid with the occasional Ajax. Bianca not really having a liking for you or your friend group. But, don’t get it twisted, Xavier still always made time for you all. The occasional shed hangout/study sessions where hardly any work would be done, instead the room would be filled with laughter. Or the bi-weekly smoke session that would happen in Ajax's room. Typically it just consisted of you, Xavier, and Ajax as Enid wasn’t the one to participate in that type of stuff. They made Nevermore a little more sufferable.

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Shooting up, pillow in hand, the sound of loud pounding on your door woke you up. Enid's cheery voice came from the other side. Groaning, you shoved your pillow on top of your head, hoping the pillows would be enough to block her out. The rambunctious pounding finally came to an end, allowing you to shut your eyes for a few more minutes. Well, more like two minutes before your covers were ripped straight off of your body. The chilly air cooling you off causing you to jerk up out of bed. Falling face to face with Enid proud smile. Her raven-haired girlfriend standing there next to her, broken bobby pin in hand. “I’m going to personally drag both of you through the gates of hell,” you said, annoyed that you were woken up. Looking over at the clock showing that it was a quarter till 11.

“Sounds exhilarating,” Wednesday said, earning a pillow thrown at her face. Leaving to go sit on the charred bed that was in the corner of your room. You meant to dispose of it after your last breakdown but completely forgot. Too mentally drained to want to do anything afterward. Rubbing your hands across your face, letting the warmth of your palms warm you up. Not that it mattered much, you were like a walking furnace.

“Visitation starts in less than twenty minutes,” Enid started, grabbing items off your floor and placing them into your hamper in the bathroom. Annoyed grunts admitted from you and Wednesday. Glancing at your calendar, you completely forgot about visitation, and for a good reason. Your parents weren’t the nicest, shit they were barely tolerable. Today was the one day of the year you dreaded more than outreach day... “And as your best friend, I know you well enough to know that you need to be awake at least 15 minutes prior to your parent's arrival.” She said as she rummaged through your closet for your uniform.

If you asked Wednesday, maybe you could form an agreement to take each other out. Then neither of you would have to deal with your parents. But then again, you can’t leave Enid to her mother's invasive questions by herself. Cursing under your breath, you excused yourself to the restroom once Enid had found your clothes. You could just sense that today was going to be an outright disaster. But there was no escaping from your parents, they were going to be here all weekend. Trying to take as long as you could, but there was only so much time you could stare at yourself in the mirror before you had to face the inevitable. Grabbing your gloves as you made your way out of the bathroom, securely tightening them.

As you made your way to the quad, you met Ajax and Xavier in the hallway not far from your room. Probably having the same idea as Enid and Wednesday. You and Enid greeted the two boys as Wednesday just gave them a nod and continued walking. As you continued you felt Xavier's hand on the back of your vest, pulling you back towards him. “Are you ready?” he mumered, looking down at you as your face turned stone cold. Reaching his arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm ever so slightly. He knew you hated this dreadful day, even more than he did.

“I think I would rather face the monster that lurking in those woods, than deal with my parents.” You said, leaning into his touch. Ever since Bianca and him broke up, you both became more touchy towards one another. Just like you were before they had gotten together. More times than not you found yourself waking up with your head on Xavier's lap when you all were having your smoke sessions. As you five entered the Quad, all simultaneously groaned as you searched for your respective families. Xavier left a slight squeeze on your arm before taking off with Ajax to sit with his family. “Well, see you two on the other side.” You mumbled, before heading off to see your parents.

You had only been with your family for about ten minutes before an argument broke out. “How disgraceful, when your sister gained her powers she was able to tame it fairly quickly…seems not to be the case now is it?” your mother said snarkily, her manicured nails digging into your palms as she examined your hands. Scoffing, you pulled your arms from her grasp, rubbing the marks from where her nails were. Your father and mother both made it known how disappointed they were in you, any moment they could.

“If they aren’t teaching you how to control your powers, what on earth are they possibly teaching you,” your father argued, raising his voice, bringing those who were sitting near to start staring. His tall, lean, structure towered over you as his full attention was on you instead of the food he was previously eating.

“Your father is correct, you should be in control by now.” Her hands sitting on your shoulder. The weight of her words seeping into your head, you couldn’t help it. It's not like you didn’t train vicariously every week with principal Weems, to control your powers. “If it is not the school holding you back Y/c/n/n, then it must be your own doing.” Your mother said, arm reaching down to yank the gloves out of your hands. “I’ll be taking these.”

“Please don’t do this, I need those,” You pleaded. You could feel your hands start to heat up, becoming sweaty. Those gloves helped you from hurting others when your emotions got the best of you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see your friends Enid, Xavier, and Ajax standing up from their seats slowly, observing your conversation from afar. Realizing just how much attention was on your family at the moment caused your body to grow even hotter. The restricting feeling of your clothes only causing you to grow even more uncomfortable.

“No, you don’t understand.” Your father spoke, taking your gloves from your mother's hands. “We’ve been too lenient with you.” At that moment the air felt like it was ripped out of your lungs as your father set your gloves aflame turning into nothing but ashes floating through the air. His fire was stronger than yours, that was a given. His father put him through extensive training in order to get it to a temperature that was considered nearly impossible to reach.

Before you knew it, your friends were gathering around you. Ajax and Xavier pushed your parents away as Enid stood in front of you, trying to bring your attention back to her. But all you could see was your parent's sinister smirks plastered on their face. So you ran, as fast as you could away from the prying eyes and sinister smiles. Catching the attention of Xavier, he made a dash for you. Leaving Enid to fetch principal Weems as Ajax stood with your parents. Your name leaves his mouth multiple times as he tries to reach you.

“Y/n!” Xavier yelled one last time, hoping that you would stop. You slowly came to a stop, not turning to face him. Trying your best to conceal your sniffles and tears. The world hasn’t ended, but with everything that just occurred, it sure felt like it. “Hey, hey it’s okay, I’m right here with you,” Lightly put his hand on your shoulder to turn you around. He could feel you burning up through your clothes. “Focus on me,” But it was too late, your emotions were out of control. You were getting ready to run again, he could tell. He grabbed your wrist with his hand, quickly removing it with a little yelp.

Turning around you realized that your hands and wrist were admitted in small blue flames. You started to reach out for him, but pulled away quickly, not wanting to risk hurting him again. Panic soared through your body, you never meant to hurt him. Without a second thought, you rushed down the dum-light hall, as fast as you could into your dorm room.

Leaning against your door, you stared down at your hands in horror. You hurt not only your crush but also your best friend. What did I do? This is all my fault, I’m a monster, a freak. The voices of those who shamed you in the past flood your brain. “T...They were right, I'm a monster,” You muttered, tears flowing down your face as you slid down your door. Scorch marks are left on the door due to the temperature of your body.

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You haven't come out of your room much since that day. Xavier would knock three times a day, only to receive no reply. Sometimes he would sit there hoping you would come out and take the food he had gotten you from the cafeteria.

Today was the last day of visitation, you had officially been away in your room for 48 hours at this point. A loud knock awoke you from your sleep, looking at your phone to see it was 10:48am. Parents were due to leave at 11am. Groaning, you made your way out of bed, opening the door for your horrid parents. “You really should smile more dear, it is unladylike not to.” Your mother blabbed, at this point, you toned her out. Her nagging voice leaves you with a headache every time you hear it. You watched as her eyes scanned your room. Distaste grew upon her face, but for once in a blue moon, she stayed silent.

“You should learn to speak nice things or nothing at all,” You snapped back, reminding yourself there were only twelve minutes until they had to leave. You were glad your siblings stayed behind this visitation day, otherwise, the whole school might have gone aflame not just your door.

“Don’t you start with me girl,” your mother's finger waved around your face, trying to be threatening. Looking at her finger and back up at her, your face showing the, “are you done?” No movement happened for a few minutes until your phone alarm went off. You smiled at her, grabbed your phone, and slammed your finger on the STOP button. In less than ten minutes you were going to be rid of one of the two dead weights off your shoulder.

“Well it’s a real shame, it’s time to go.” You said, stalking towards the door and swinging it open. Only to realize the tall boy with his arm raised into a fist, looking like he was getting ready to knock. Looking at him, you walked out of your room past him, your parents following close behind.

As you and your parents reached their ride, not much was spoken. “Well…” was all your mother said before she entered the car. Not once stopping to say goodbye or that she loves..just well. Your father stayed behind for a few more moments, looking like he had something to say. Instead, he patted your shoulder and joined your mother in the car. You didn’t stay once the car door closed, set on finding your friends and seeing how their visitation went. You did hear some talk of Wednesday and her mother solving their “criminal” father's case.

You were about ten feet away from your friends when Xavier stepped in front of you. Trying to move around him, he wouldn’t get out of the way. Huffing, “Xavier, please,” but all he did was shake his head no. As you continued to try and move past him, his hands grabbed your shoulder so you couldn’t move away. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“No, can we please just talk? You’ve been ignoring me for the past 48 hours and I think I’m probably losing my mind.” He rambled, taking his hands off you and messing with whatever was in his pocket. Nodding your head, he escorted you to a quieter area where no one could peep. “Now, before you start, let me speak please.” Taking your silence as an answer, he started, “ I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, I’m not mad at you. I shouldn’t have grabbed you so suddenly knowing that you were in distress,” Bringing his hands out of his pockets holding a poorly wrapped brown package. “It’s not much, but I tried my best to find these.”

Opening the package, a new pair of shiny, black, fire-resistant gloves. Green edges that remind you of Xavier's eyes outlined the gloves. “But…I burned you, Xavier…I burned you and you got me a gift.” You muttered, eyes glossy as your thumb rubbed the leathery fabric.

“Hey, it was barely a smudge,” He said, showing you both of his hands. No burn marks showing anywhere. A heavyweight felt like it was being lifted off your chest, thrilled that he wasn’t seriously injured by your flames. “I promised you I was going to be by your side, a little fire isn’t going to scare me off,” He said smiling, pulling you into his arms.

“It’s dangerous to hold me this close Xavy,” You protested, “trying to release yourself from his grasp. The keyword was trying as he held you closer with every push.

“Well, my little firecracker, I love you way too much to let you go again.” Hope filled his eyes as he peered down at you. Your cheeks felt hot as you heard his confession, not a fiery burn everything down, but a warm fuzzy warmth that only reached your ears. You were afraid that the accident would cause him to never want to be near you again.

Nuzzling your face into his shoulder, a mumbled, “I love you too,” left your lips. There was no explosion or temperature increase. Just a guy and girl madly in love with each other. In their little happy world.

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This was only supposed to be around 600 words, and here we are over 3,000 more later. I got work here early tomorrow, but I wanted to get this fic done so I could work on the next request for you all. Thank you everyone for the amazing submissions, I adore yall. Signing off and heading the fuck to sleep.

#xavier thrope x reader #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #enid sinclair #wednesday addams

[anti-endo-haven]

Seen someone say a study they linked took previously done publications and went through them to prove endo sysyems exist.  https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/cpp.2910

From what I've gathered from this it was a study on already published materials relating to 'multiplicity' they wanted first hand accounts so that left them with 90-ish papers and further refining left them with just 13 useable papers to look at; these were not done for the study thus are not structured for this study (to me that is both too small to draw any data from and a poor method of going about doing the study as it should be set up with an arranged questionaire and given to a chosen group for them to be able to obtain an sort of information that would be useable in their study, this is likely not how high educational studies like this are done so take my opinon with salt).

Out of the 13 deemed useable publications these were split in to groups of those with trauma that link multiplicity to trauma and those with trauma that don't link their multiplicity to trauma ('felt experiences were separate from prior trauma (Perry et al., 2007)).  To me this is all hinging on the patients' view of their disorder but that they ALL have had trauma and experience a form of multiplicity and that there are some that haven't understood the severity or impact of their trauma as of yet in their healing (coming from personal experience as well as official documentation that says that dissoctiative disorders can hide memory of trauma or the severity or impacts of trauma until the sufferer is ready to handle that information, a person can have knowledge and even mild symptoms of their trauma at first but as they heal that wound they later realize how bad or how impactful that trauma actually was and that other issues they had accredited to something else only to learn that it was connected to their trauma all along because that is what dissociative disorders are made to do).

To me this seems very iffy at best and by no means enough to say endos systems are real, but I'd like to see what others that may be more familiar with reading such materials focused on higher educational publications say about it.

-Kain of the Night Owl Tribe

I’ve read it as best as I could a while ago. I had an endo/pro-endo send it to me and it being a study around individuals with trauma doesn’t mean anything about what endos are preaching.

Endos want to say that people can be plural without trauma and yet this study that they give out is dealing with people that do have trauma.

I normally don’t get into it from the headache, but it doesn’t do anything to prove that endogenic symptoms exist.

#anti endo #did system #system #endos dni #osddid #traumagenic system #actually did #endos not for you #actually traumagenic #did plural #did plurality #osdd plural #osdd plurality

[ga-yuu]

So the 'Cheat code' that I promised! Part 1

I don't know if 'cheat code' is the best word for this...it's more like a loophole within the game system that I frequently use when playing event routes and collection events. Some of you might think I'm a genius but I feel like most of you are gonna be like 'that's it?' lol

Anyway...let me first list out the drawbacks of using these loopholes. Don't worry, you won't get banned...except you will be spending little resources compared to what you're spending now. Just pray that Cybird doesn't patch this. Also, this 'cheat' is specifically for Ikemen genjiden. IDK if this works for Ikemen prince. Try it out for yourself and tell me.

STORY EVENT LOOPHOLE:

DRAWBACKS:

I want you guys to go through the drawbacks before following my steps because, in the end, it's entirely your decision if you want to do this.

If you're specifically playing event stories to get avatar items at the end of each route, then don't do this, because you won't be getting them.

If you want to achieve the highest ranking and obtain ranking bonuses in story events, then also don't do this because you'll have to spend a lot to secure a place in the top 200s.

If you're playing especially for the epilogue...I'm sorry you'll only be able to buy one epilogue for the whole story event. (You will know that once I've explained everything)

Okay, so now that all drawbacks are clear, let me explain the loophole.

Let's take an example, imagine a story event is going on right now and it has three routes----Yoritomo, Yoshitsune, and Akihito.

To finish 1st story event route normally you need at least 7900 love points. This is more than enough to complete one route+premium ending only. These love points don't reset and will be carried over when you're playing the next route and you will have to get more of these love points, nearly 10k - 12k, to finish the 2nd route and even more for the third route. You at least need 32k love points to complete all three routes + only their premium endings. If you want to complete all three routes + both the premium and sweet endings of each route, then you'll need much more than that and by the time you achieve that many points, the event will be over.

What if I tell you that you can play all three routes + all 3 premium endings, and all 3 sweet endings with only 7900 love points? Sounds like I'm making it up...but it's not. Hear me out!

This is something I found out when I was playing an event one time and I had to turn off the whole app in the midst of playing to do something else. The only requirement here is to get 7900 points. If you're able to achieve at least 7900 points, then nothing is going to stop you.

See, when you play story events you get to choose which male lead's route you wanna play first. After selecting say, for example, you chose Yoritomo as your first route. But then you started having second thoughts and decided that you don't want to play Yoritomo first and changed to Yoshitsune route. This ability of 'freely changing the routes as you wish' in the midst of playing another route is basically what we're going to do.

Follow my steps:

First, select the route you wanna play first. Don't immediately start playing.

Collect at least 7900 love points by doing the 'Salon game' or whatever you wanna call it.

Once you have achieved 7900 love points, start playing the route. The reason why I'm telling you to start playing after getting 7900 points is that you won't get interrupted with these annoying intimacy missions when reading the story.

Select whichever ending you want, sweet or premium, it won't matter.

NOW LISTEN CAREFULLY!! Here's where you can mess up. So be careful. Once you have finished reading one of the endings, the game will show an 'ending screen' something like this:

DON'T CLICK PAST THIS ENDING SCREEN! Instead immediately close the app completely. You don't have to shut down your phone or anything. Just close the app. After that re-open it and go to the event page. You will see that the route you just completed is still left incomplete.

Now, go and change to the next male lead's route.

You'll see that you can start playing the next male lead's route from the beginning till the end without having to grind more love points.

Follow the same steps above for the second male lead's route and change to the third male lead's route and do the same for him as well. That way you have actually completed all the three event routes even though the game thinks that you still are in the first route.

The reason why this is possible is that, for example, you chose Yoritomo first, you followed my steps and closed the app and when you re-open it, the game will think that you've still not completed Yoritomo's route even though you already read and fully know Yoritomo's story. When you change the route immediately to another male lead's route, say, you changed to Yoshitsune's route, the game will inadvertently think that now Yoshitsune is your 'first event route' and like I said, to complete the 'first event route' you only need 7900 points. Do you get it now?

Now if you're wondering 'Oh! But I wanna play the sweet endings as well!" No problem, because see:

1st route + only premuim ending = 7900 love points, but,

1st route + only sweet ending requires somewhere around 5k - 6k points.

So when you change to the routes for which you have already played the premium end, you get to start from the very beginning and this time you can choose the sweet ending. Again, do not go past the 'ending screen' if you also want to read the other sweet endings.

This trick is actually very efficient for people:

Like me who wants to translate the story events as quickly as possible.

For F2P players.

And for those who don't care about the avatar or ranking bonuses and only care about the story.

That's the drawback. You won't be getting any avatar or ranking bonuses because those are based on the number of love points you achieve.

You guys: "So gayuu, what happens if we get past the ending screen? Is it a problem?"

There's no problem. If you get past the ending screen after finishing your first route, the game will automatically think that you have completed your first route and if you change the route now, you won't be able to complete the 2nd route using 7900 love points. Instead, you have to grind up more.

This cheat also leads to you not being able to claim the epilogue. For your information, the epilogues can only be accessed once the game thinks that you have officially completed a route. Here, we are tricking the game into thinking that we have not completed the route when in reality we already have. So if you want to buy the epilogue, you would have to go past the 'ending screen'.

Now for the collection event...I'll upload it later because..that requires some explaining to do

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[exeggcute]

there's a developing story in Australian media about Tiktok pixels collecting unauthorised data in an aggressive manner via their ads on thrid party websites, and I was wondering what a Professional like yourself made of it

ooh reading into this now... full disclosure that (1) until/unless I get another job in adtech I am technically not a Professional anymore lol and (2) pixel tags weren't a big component of my last role so I only have a fairly basic understanding of how they work. but from what I'm seeing here it sounds like the main issue with tiktok rn isn't the data collection per se, since these pixel tags are functionally identical to the ones employed by facebook and others, just that tiktok isn't obtaining user consent the way other companies are ostensibly do. although even that seems like a convenient lead-in for the whole Oh My God A But Chinese Company Is Doing It thing.

and tbf I kinda can pull that in both directions—on one hand facebook in particular has gotten in a lot of trouble before for bad data collection practices and putting that data in the hands of people who used it to (maybe, allegedly) sway public opinion, so the general fear underpinning this thing is like, not unfounded right. (even though I don't think the issue behind the cambridge analytica scandal was centered around tracking pixels specifically?) on the other hand the very nature of facebook's rocky history re. data and privacy proves that western companies can and will spy on their users and it's for sure disingenuous to act like ~shady foreign governments~ are the only ones with any incentive to do so lol.

I guess you could argue that facebook's incentive for all the spying was simply Making Money, even if they took money from people who did use that spy data to spread propaganda; like, to the parent company, the propaganda wasn't the goal. whereas many will obviously argue that with tiktok data some undefined form of propaganda is the goal. but seeing that tiktok ads are a multi-billion dollar enterprise(!) I'm way more inclined to believe that tiktok is also spying for the sake of Making Money. clearly a whole fucking lot of money!

this is something I've for sure said before but I also wholeheartedly believe (and to some extent, know, although again pixel tracking isn't my exact wheelhouse) that advertising data is a lot less granular and therefore less useful than most people imagine it to be, which severely limits the kind of compromising shit you can pull under normal circumstances.

even in the article I linked, where they talk about tiktok pixels being able to track the shopping/browsing habits of users, basic device info, and occasionally some PII like phone numbers and email addresses... like, okay, so let's say tiktok knows that [email protected] used an iphone to look at a website that sells orthopedic shoe inserts. or even maybe something more salacious like, idk, questionably legal gas station dick pills. from a "let's use tiktok to spread propaganda" perspective I really struggle how that information would be valuable or what you'd do with it other than emailing that person outright to taunt them about their fucked up feet and/or dick? (if the goal is to show people certain kinds of content in tiktok's app then certainly you have both the means to do so and plenty of behavioral data to draw up on in the app itself. it's a literal video platform lol.) otoh from a "let's use this data to create advertising segments" perspective then you can easily monetize this info by telling advertisers that you know a guy who's a prime target for ads about podiatry treatments or whatever, in which case advertisers are more eager to spend money on ads because they think they're talking to a relevant audience. and in that case advertisers don't really care what the guy's name or email is, just that he ticks certain boxes that make him a worthwhile use of ad dollars. and even in cases where bad actors do want more specific data for shady purposes, it's pretty difficult to collect it and even harder to propagate it across different platforms; one thing I think gets overlooked a lot with cambridge analytica in particular is that it happened on a platform where users willingly share their full name, birthday, gender, relationship status, political leanings, job title, etc. outright, and then create connections between other people who also willingly share all that info. in some ways I don't think it could've happened anywhere but facebook, because this is a situation where you really didn't have to squeeze anything out of users—they just came out and told you! (it's also part of why non-shady facebook ads are so lucrative; you don't have to guesstimate audience data when you can literally just specify that certain ads should only be shown to people whose profile says they're between the ages of 35 and 55.) and as far as I'm aware tiktok just does not have anything remotely approaching that kind of profile data.

anyway lol. as far as I can tell I think this is a GDPR-y consent issue first and foremost, which will probably turn into a thorny battle over whether tiktok can/will be held to EU data standards or similar statues with a good helping of Chinese Company Bad mixed in for good measure. also side note but remember the whole thing about tiktok data transparency but the american company they put in charge of it is fucking oracle?

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Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 3 : Ribbons Between Friends

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“Ma, I’m going out!” Roman called over his shoulder, opening the door and wincing at the already drizzling rain in the darkening sky. It had been a few weeks since the last storm had graced their skies and during that time he’d managed to accumulate a small selection of gifts he had collected and made for Vi in return for the handkerchief and the… pin. 

Roman didn’t know if Gods valued hair accessories like mortals did. Part of him doubted it, since Vi didn’t wear anything in their hair aside from the circlet — which Roman was pretty sure was just jewellery, not a gifted accessory in the way he viewed them — and of course, he’d gifted Roman the pin, which was… something. 

He didn’t wear it, though he felt awful about it. He didn’t know what Vi meant when he gifted it, because normally for Roman gifting such a thing came with… implications that he didn’t want to think about. 

Instead, he had obtained a plain purple ribbon onto which he had embroidered a simple pattern (it was nothing like what Vi seemed to be capable of, but Roman was only just beginning to learn the art), to give Vi in return, hopefully to be understood as a declaration of friendship. 

He really hoped that Vi would know what it meant. He was worried it would be… frankly embarrassing for him and very awkward for both of them if he had to explain. Roman thought he might pass out if he had to explain that he was more or less asking to be closer friends with Vi. The ribbons were a nice gesture but… the whole point of them was avoiding that embarrassment, after all.

“Where are you off to in this weather?” His Ma called, coming around the corner with a hand on her hip, “You’ll catch a chill in this rain! And it looks like it’s going to be a nasty storm, I don’t want you outside during storms, you know that, Roman.”

“I know I know,” Roman placated, raising his hands— he had to adjust the basket he held on one arm, “I’m going up to the storm temple, um, I found out that it’s safe there, and I’ll make sure to light a fire and I won’t go a foot outside while it’s actually storming, I swear.”

She considered for a moment, before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before asking: “Will you be out all night again?”

Roman hesitated, “I… don’t know— last time I fell asleep, so…”

“Alright,” She said, shooing him towards the door, “If you’re not back by the time the sun’s up tomorrow I’m sending the knights after you.”

“Got it, Ma,” Roman said with a grateful smile as he headed out of the door, “Goodbye!”

“Goodbye sweetheart,” she called, waving him off and closing the door behind him

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“Vi?” Roman called, entering the temple and walking a few steps inside just as the first roll of thunder was heard in the distance. He winced, but powered forward until he reached the altar and placed down his basket, “Are you here? I brought muffins!”

Roman wondered if bribing a God to come out and talk to him could be considered quite sad, but when he felt a strong gust of wind that was enough to billow out his cloak and turned to see Vi standing behind him, he found he didn’t actually care that much.

“Muffins?” Vi asked, walking over to stand next to him.

Roman hummed, lifting the bundle wrapped in brown paper out of his basket and unwrapping it to reveal a couple of muffins he had been able to swipe from his Ma’s last batch, and placed them down before gesturing towards them, “Yep, they’re blackberry.”

“Oh, lovely,” Vi said, taking one and biting into it, “This is good, did you make it?”

“No,” Roman admitted, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, “I am not allowed to even attempt to cook since I accidentally set our kitchen on fire one time, but, um, my Ma did.”

“I see,” Vi said, taking another bite, “Did you… get my gifts last time?”

He couldn’t help the redness of his cheeks getting even stronger as he thought about the pin, suddenly getting a little worried that — whether Vi understood the implications or not — he would have upset them by not wearing it, but he had to say something.

“I did,” Roman said eventually, “Thank you— um— they were beautiful, and I appreciate it, my name is Roman, by the way.”

Smiling properly now, Vi reached for him. Roman stiffened as Vi’s hand brushed his cheek, staring wide eyed a little at the way the light touch made his skin feel hot, tingling like Vi was still touching him even when he pulled his hand away, looking a little worried. 

“My apologies,” Vi said, frowning now.

“What are you apologising for?” Roman asked, trying to subtly brush his cheek as if he could brush away the feeling, “I think that I should be sorry, here.”

“I assumed you were alright with touch,” Vi said, frowning even more, “Because of— um— last time we met.”

Roman covered his face this time as he felt his cheeks burn, he had tried very hard to forget basically everything that happened that night, 

“I’m sorry about that too,” Roman said through his hands, “I didn’t intend to fall asleep, like that.”

“Why are you apologising?”

“Well— because I fell asleep on you?” Roman said, confused, “That— um— must have been uncomfortable for you?”

“Not really,” Vi shook his head, “you gave me an excuse to work on my embroidery, at least— I didn’t mind.”

“You didn’t?” Roman tried very hard not to squeak.

“I didn’t,” Vi said, “but if you were uncomfortable I will make sure it doesn’t happen again?”

“No I um— wasn’t uncomfortable,” Roman said, looking down and spotting his basket as he did and remembering, thank goodness for a distraction, “Oh, I have things for you! I almost forgot!”

“Things?” Vi said, raising an eyebrow in Roman’s direction as he leant back on the altar, they seemed to relax a little with the change in topic.

“Mhm, it’s not much, but I uh— made you a ribbon?” Roman said, lifting it carefully out of the basket and offering it over with both hands. The purple of the fabric wasn’t the exact colour Roman had wanted for it, a lot of the purple shades had been too expensive for him to buy even despite his family’s wealth (his mother wouldn’t let him spend so much on ribbon), so it had come out a little more of a pink-ish shade than he would have liked. He knew the embroidery he had done was messy and the pattern simple and now that he was offering it to the God he felt like cringing, it was an awful present— especially after the embroidery Vi had given him. 

Nonetheless Vi took it, holding it carefully and looked at it with an expression on his face that Roman thought looked so uncharacteristically soft, especially when he glanced up at the tapestry that depicted Vi with all sharp points and scornful expression. Roman wondered how whoever made it had gotten it so wrong.

“Did you do the embroidery yourself?” Vi asked eventually, Roman couldn’t help but slump a little, of course Vi had noticed how bad it was.

“Yeah I um, I don’t have much practice, sorry it’s bad.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Vi said immediately, mouth twisting in a frown as he reached for Roman again, hesitating at the last moment and taking his hand back, “I like it very much.”

“But— it’s not… good?” Roman said, confused, “Especially compared to yours—"

“Roman,” Vi said and oh that was a feeling, Vi said his name as though it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever said, “You can’t compare yourself to me, I’ve been doing embroidery since it was first invented, it’s completely unfair to compare your own skills to mine.”

“I— right,” Roman said, trying to recover from that weird burning feeling he’d felt in his chest when Vi had said his name, what on earth was that about? “I’ve never made a ribbon for someone before, so, I’ve never had to learn…”

“If you’d like, I’d be happy to teach you?” Vi said, still holding the ribbon. He looked… hopeful? But surely someone so powerful surely had something better to do than try and teach Roman — an insignificant mortal — how to embroider.

“I would like that,” Roman said anyway, because he had always been a little selfish. Vi smiled, before lifting the ribbon again and narrowing his eyes at it.

“What do I do with it?” Vi asked, looking from the ribbon up at Roman and, well great, Vi didn’t understand. Roman took a deep breath, well at least Roman now knew that he didn’t mean anything by the hairpin either, probably. 

“You don’t have to do anything with it,” Roman said, putting a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, “Not if you don’t want to, but, um, in our culture, we put them in our hair — it’s sort of a way to show… our relationships with people? Like mine, see?”

Roman turned to his head and gestured to one of the two braids that wrapped around the sides of his head, the one he gestured to hosting a green ribbon that looked so old and worn that it should have fallen apart years ago, “That one’s from my brother.”

“I see,” Vi nodded, “And your other two?”

“From my mother and father,” Roman said, turning again to show the two ribbons — red and blue — twined into a single braid, enough to look almost like one ribbon.

“So um, what does this one mean?” Vi asked, glancing away from Roman, who thought he seemed a little embarrassed. Roman knew that the blush was back in full force on his own face. 

“Well um, patterned ribbons represent friendships…” Roman said, “So, um, me giving you that one is… I suppose I'm asking if you would like to be friends?”

“And how do I accept?” Vi asked without hesitation, making Roman’s heart do a flip in his chest.

“Usually just wearing the ribbon is enough, most people will give one back too,” Roman shrugged, “But you really don’t have to, I assume it’s not really a thing Gods do?”

Vi considered for a second, before nodding, “It isn’t, but I would like to wear it, do you have any particular style? Or…”

“Whatever you want to do, really,” Roman explained, “I braid mine in because I don’t like them getting in the way and I don’t have many, some people just tie them in at the top and let them hang down loose, it’s really up to you, on that one.”

Vi was silent for a long moment, staring at the ribbon with a considering look, before nodding to himself and turning to Roman, "Could you braid it into my hair?"

"I— well, yes, I could—" Roman said, a little taken aback by the request, "But I will warn you I haven't braided another person's hair in years…" 

Vi's facial expression barely changed, but when he spoke his tone had a new air of hesitation about it, "It's alright if you don't want to, you are welcome to say no to me."  

"No— no I want to!" Roman protested, raising his hands as if he were able to physically stop Vi from speaking, "I suppose I'm just worried you won't be happy with the result, is all." 

There was an uncomfortable second where they both simply stared at each other, before Vi turned and lifted himself to sit down on top of the altar, using it as some kind of table.

Carefully, they removed the circlet they wore and placed it next to them before offering the ribbon back to Roman, who was still standing there, stunned. 

"I've never really cared much about quality anyway," Vi said simply, Roman huffed, a small smile already creeping onto his face, and stepped forward to take the ribbon. 

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