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theearlgreymage · 1 year

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Thank you for the tags today and Sunday!! @ic3-que3n @shrekgogurt @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission and @aristocratic-otter

I have an absurd amount of WIPs between my life in the Carry On Fandom and the Buddy Daddies Brain Rot. So I'm going to number my WIPs 1-20 and roll a D20 a few times to decide what you guys get a sneak peak of!

Wands and Hair - A cute little Oneshot that I picked up in the Carry On Server of Simon going feral over Baz's hair held up in a bun with his wand.

He has fairly straight hair that has just a slight wave of body to it at the end. Normally, it's brushed neat.

But right now isn't normal. It's the end of term. Finals are soon. Everyone's a mess.

Except Baz.

The only real tell that he's just as stressed (maybe more stressed since it's actually showing?) is his tie being a bit loose with the top button of his shirt undone and his hair being a little rumpled. In our rooms, he's been twirling his pen and even his wand around the looser pieces of his hair.

This entire year, he has made it a point to establish that we are not friends. That we will never be friends. That even being acquaintances is out of the question. The only thing we are is roommates.

Roommates who are on opposite sides of a brewing war within the World of Mages apparently.

The Mage has tried explaining to me which of the Old Families should and should not be trusted. It was difficult to keep up with all the names. But some names that I have held onto are the Grimm’s and Pitch’s. Baz is both. His full name is bloody Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

I don’t even have a middle name, and who knows if Snow is my real last name. It’s just what was written on my arm when the first care home found me on their doorstep. But Baz has a fancy middle name (that he prefers to his first name) and two last names. He also comes from the most powerful Old Family in England, and is fucking ruthless and perfect in everything he does.

None of it is fair.

So I’m enjoying this. Watching him. Seeing him finally show some semblance of normalcy as his hair becomes messier and messier with each twist of his pen through his dark locks.

2. Untitled - This will be a multi-chapter piece that isn't going to see the light of day until fall. It just popped into my head this week. But here's a couple little lines I have bouncing around in my head for it. The general premise is "what if Baz was the villain, but not by choice."

I thought it couldn't get any worse. Being locked inside a coffin and fed blood from a plastic cup for an untold amount of time. When they gave me the blood, I realized they had no plans of killing me.

That gave me hope. Someone could find me if I was still alive. (Well as alive as one can consider me.)

But then I felt it. A dark magic. Pulling at my consciousness.

There were words, a spell, coming from outside of the coffin. I couldn't make them out, even with my hearing, but I swore I recognized the voice.

Not that it mattered.

I wished they'd killed me.

Death would be better than this. Being locked inside your own head, conscious of what something else is doing with your body, but unable to do a damn thing about it.

This thing won't talk to me, but I recognize the magic at work.

The Insidious Humdrum is puppeteering me.

3. COBB Project #1 - I may have two different COBB projects in the works right now. I've been furiously typing away at these babies this week since I'm on a break from work.

I’m scared that I won’t be able to tell Simon everything on this list. That the memories will start to slip away over time the longer it takes me to find him. It’s inevitable, and I know that from experience.

I can barely remember my own mothers face at this point.

I try not to dwell on that too much. It will get me nowhere to worry about my own deteriorating thoughts when I could be putting that energy towards actually finding Simon.

He disappeared in the aftermath. As the light surrounding him and the Humdrum slowly dimmed until it was nothing, and then there was a crack in the air. In the atmosphere. It was like a dam had broken. Everything went black in a heartbeat. I couldn’t breath - whether from whatever was happening or from the feeling of being back in the coffin I don’t know.

I passed out.

And when I came to Simon was gone.

Little did I know at the time that the entire world as we knew it was also gone.

4. Honeypot - If you haven't watched the Buddy Daddies anime yet, please do. Trust me. It is worth it. This one will be a lengthy Oneshot. It's been living in my drafts for the last 3 weeks. I swear I'll finish it soon.

Kazuki is acting weird about this mission. Which I guess is fair - I’m breaking our normal routine that we’ve built up over the last few months.

What Kazuki doesn’t know is that this is normal for me. Well, for a younger version of me.

A version of me that had just figured out a big part of why I had no desire to carry on the family line, and wanted to rebel.

A version of me who just wanted to feel something.

I’d spend my free time rotating between a variety of clubs that catered to a specific type of clientele. The kind that would be willing to not ask questions beyond safe words and how I wanted to be fucked into the mattress.

It was thrilling for a time, letting someone so close. It would be so easy for them to end me if they wanted to. A strong enough hand around my throat. A hidden blade in my back. Part of me craved it, to be free of the monotony of it all, but I could never let my guard down enough for it to happen. Not that anyone ever even tried.

In the end, the thrill wore off fairly quickly.

Except for one club where I found I enjoyed it a bit more than the others. A man who knew exactly what to whisper in my ear to make me shiver.

TAGGING TIME

I literally cannot keep up with all of you guys. You're all so gosh darn talented and constantly sharing pieces of your work. So, I'm sorry if you've already uploaded your WIP's and I'm double tagging you for the day.

@stardustasincocaine @ivelovedhimthroughworse @buffy @ionlydrinkhotwater@artsyunderstudy @palimpsessed @onepintobean @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @nausikaaa @fatalfangirl @larkral @ebbpettier @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @yellobb @johnwgrey @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @thewholelemon @foolofabookwyrm-activated

#wip wednesday #so many wips #snowbaz #carry on #simon snow #baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #buddy daddies #BD #kazurei #3 of these 4 will land in the E rating #all I know how to write is filth #and sad #shit there's a lot of sad here #when did that happen #ONE OF YOU IS A TERRIBLE INFLUENCE AND I LOVE IT

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a-student-out-of-time · 7 months

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I think she looks cute!

Thank you!

Kanata, not that I don't like this, I'm just...why this exactly?

Why?

*Kanata sits on his lap*

Because...well...I feel safe with you. Do you remember what happened last year? When we were attacked on the street?

How could I forget? They came this close to kidnapping you. If it weren't for Hinata and the others, I...I don't even want to think about what would've happened...

It was awful, and I'm sorry it happened.

Me too. I'm thankful you weren't seriously injured.

But, you saved me, Nagito. You've been a good friend to me, a great conversationalist, a loving partner...

Hey, you saved my life first. I just wanted to return the favor.

I...lost a lot of people in my life. It feels like I pushed everyone left away. Sure, things are better now, but...the FTD is still there. My brain's still deteriorating, bit by bit. And I worry what that's going to mean for me down the line.

There's nothing that could happen that I haven't already seen as a physician. I'm prepared for it.

Yeah, hehe...you've seen me at my worst. You had to listen to all my speeches about hope and those old thoughts I had about talent.

I guess...things feel a lot darker when you're on the verge of death. Not even that it's here, but that you know it's coming.

And...you've promised you'll stay with me through all of that.

And I mean it.

It's something we have in common, after all. I was the lucky one in that car accident, but if it wasn't for my father, I wouldn't be here. It's not something I like thinking about.

We're both here now. Together.

Yeah. We are.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #dra #danganronpa another #nagito komaeda #kanata inori #kanagito #a student out of time #DR #Valentine's Day arc

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jiraikwei · 3 months

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pet peeve

sorry this post just turns into insane ranting garble i start sounding like im 12 , theres nothing of substance to read

this is something insanely stupid and even hypocritical of me to get annoyed at , but i absolutely cannot stand it when people online pretend like they're more mentally ill than they are . i hate when people put some sort of mental illness wordsalad in their bios like ' jirai ' , ' landmine girl ' , ' menhera ' i hate when people obviously try to act like ame / kangel after playing NSO or some other fictional character when they were absolutely nothing like them before . they practically brag about being mentally ill and then only showcase the same 5 symptoms that are insanely fetishized and none of the 100 others that aren't as ' cute ' . it makes me lose my mind . it feels like such a disgusting mockery it makes me want to rip my skin open . i cant stand even imagining anyone could see these shitty obvious yandere larp posts and put op on the same level as someone whos actually struggling . just this unbridled rage festers inside of me you dont know what its like stop fucking quoting anime characters so you can achieve some aesthetic go fuck yourself

i hate it because i hate myself and i hate the things i do , witnessing someone grift on the KAWAII DESU symptoms while im on a private twitter account typing the most disgusting unforgivable things i can possibly conjure up about the people i love because of how angry i feel over something so idiotically , stupidly minuscule like an actual fucking child . i cant make a single friend in my life because im genuinely so terrified of people and their intentions with me that when i somehow make a friend i genuinely think that they're only playing some long con because they want to ruin my life . im so lonely but i legitimately cannot handle having friends because they can say ANYTHING and my mind will twist it to some insane act of pure hatred against me and then my hands are shaking and i cant focus on anything for the next few hours and i cant stop crying and cutting myself and im planning extensively how to tell them i cant be friends with them because i just cant take it anymore and oh nevermind suddenly im fine again . but at the same time if someones too nice all the time my fucking brain will start losing interest in them because apparently i NEED them to pull away from me and be a fucking asshole to me because im some sort of insane emotional masochist !!! i cant speak my mind with anyone even if they're obviously in the wrong and being mean to me when ive done nothing because i just know they're going to leave if i reciprocate with any sort of pushback so i just ghost them instead which makes the situation even more complicated or i have some sort of tantrum where i accuse them of the most schizotypal shit instead of actually discussing it like a normal person . its actually indescribable how embarassing it is to retain that " my parents didnt buy me candy so they hate me " mindset from when i was 8 years old all the way until 15 . and everything with me has to be some sort of extreme . i cant even like something normally i have to be obsessed with it to an emotionally deteriorating degree . i cant feel somewhat bad about something it had to feel like my world is ending and that ill never be happy again . why am i fucking feeling like this because of the sub count of a VTUBER . and then all of life is just a cycle of yearning for shit and feeling bad for myself " why cant i do this why cant i be better at this you can either be bad or a prodigy and im not a prodigy and i dont care if im 15 i need to be better than 28 year olds at this or else im a total fucking failure " and i fucking bet you if i would ever reach that prodigy status i would feel absolutely nothing about it and my brain would latch unto the next thing to feel bad about " ok well im not good at * that * i need to be good at * that * it doesnt matter if im good at * this * anyone can be good at * this * i need to be good as * that * as well " . it is legitimately either all or nothing with me and i cant stand either of those options . i hate feeling empty and i hate being obsessed with someone to the point of emotional spiraling 5 times a day but there can never be an inbetween option . im intensely angry about everything

and the most insanely retarded part about all of this , is that given the choice i wouldnt want to get better . this is all that i am . i am nothing without this disorder . if i dont have this disorder nobody will care about me or be gentle with me anymore . i will forever mentally be a child that only wants someone to take care of them and if i dont have this disorder there will be nothing to take care of . nobody will care . but heres the kicker ; nobody cares already . strangers are gentle with me because i have a sad look in my eyes but thats all there is . i just cant bring myself to actually talk about what i go through . all anyone sees is that im energetic and then suddenly sad within an single second interval or that i just stare ahead at shit like a zoo animal or that i cut myself sometimes . i cant even fully bring up and elaborate on extremely heavy topics that i go through on twitter or on this blog because it feels so wrong to imagine someone connecting something as dark as that with * me * . i want attention but i dont talk about shit . i dont want to talk about shit . i already utterly despise seeing the look people get in their faces when they somehow catch a glimpse at my sh scars or for gods sake fucking mentions it to me " dont do that to yourself " please dont worry about me and make me feel like a horrible burden when im trying my hardest to seem okay so i can be an enjoyable person to be around . having a person worried about someone as disgustingly rotted , parasitic and inhuman as me is the worst thing to inflect on someone , its like feeling bad for a dying cockroach . i mean just read the first part of this ramble to see how shitty of a person i am where i exaggerate my symptoms to make myself look like i suffer more than other people and put down anyone who dares to express their symptoms differently

its over for me

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definegodliness · 2 years

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Had a really cool dystopian dream. Post apocalyptic scenario — nuclear apocalypse this time — wherein nature had taken over the cityscape. Lots of ferns. I quite liked it, actually. It’s strange to realize I, as a kid, didn’t dare to sleep because of all the nightmares, and that now as an adult these horror scenarios leave me entirely unfazed. Every now and then my brain still gets me, but overall I tend to find ways to enjoy the nightmare.

Grouped up with some guy and a girl in the middle of the jungle. Evolved a romance with the girl. Cute as a button, but things got messy after we fucked. Chapter: drama. She didn’t believe my feelings were genuine, and I of course was completely unfiltered in love. Dreams get you unfiltered, don’t they? Anyway, I wanted to go back to the love-dovey story, but the dream didn’t allow it. Guy got jealous, and kept testing me.

See, the girl was afraid I was using her, and the guy kept convincing her I was. We almost got into a fight, but then the girl found a big grocery store. It was a jungle inside there too, but all the electronics were still working. We grouped up with some other people there. But that didn’t affect the dream. See, there was free food for days, so I got distracted. I floated from isle to isle, snacking and tasting (I must have been hungry). In the end I found an Italian ice cream truck. Got in, ready to taste all the flavours! But I saw raspberry, and I remembered it was the girl’s favourite. So instead of gorging, I made her a raspberry ice cream cone, and went back.

Normally my dreams deteriorate in mist-veiled seeking what’s already gone at this point, near the dreams end. So it was a pleasant surprise this time the girl was still there. It was nice to feel so infatuated. But as I handed her the ice cream, which she accepted as an apology (for what? oh well), and a means to a fresh start, there was that guy again. Stirring up shit. So this time I tackled him and punched his face in, till the girl — without addressing the violence — just took my hand. She smiled. We walked into some bright light pulsating pleasant uncertainty. Wholesome light. Not a nuclear blast or something.

Like I said, it was a cool dream.

Didn’t think much of it. Forgot about it. Then, imagine my surprise a little while ago; randomnly browsing Tumblr I suddenly see the girl. Exactly her. What kind of weird ass fate twisting oracle shit is this? Honestly, I’ve often shared my New Moon dreams on here, and they are notoriously symbolism packed, enigmatic, and pseudo prophetic, but this fucketry is so crude and blatant it makes me chuckle. There is zero mystery! Still, it is thrilling. Don’t you think?

How fascinating life is.

Proceeds to do nothing about it.

#life of mark #dream

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the-pale-goddess · 2 years

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Who dies first Ethan or Tiffany?

As much as I hate this question (because I’m still a sobbing mess after coming up with how the journey ends for E&T), I’m equally as grateful for it—thank you for sending it to me, lovely 🥺❤️

Though I’m in agony atm, my twisted, fever brain has decided that I need more pain. Buckle up 👀

Warnings: discussion of death & fatal illnesses below the cut

At first I wanted to give my babies The Notebook type of tragically beautiful ending. But let’s be more realistic for a second jsgjsgjsjh

Ethan might be 10 years older, but I imagine Tiff would be the first one to go. Logic tells me that the maitotoxin must’ve irreversibly damaged Tiffany’s body in a way, and had detrimental impact on her health.

Mrs Addams-Ramsey is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer at the prime age of 82. Ethan, 92, is the first one to hear the devastating news and it almost literally shatters his heart.

It’s terminal, your wife has four, five months tops. There’s nothing we can do. I’m terribly sorry.

As a consequence, he suffers from a sudden cardiac arrest, but luckily receives immediate help and recovers with his wife, kids and grandkids by his side.

After the incident and the diagnosis, E&T decide to live their lives to the fullest and fulfill all their wishes before their time together ends abruptly. It’s not easy in their advanced age and deteriorating condition of both parties, but it’s enough. All that matters is that they’re together and still crazy in love. They rent a beach house in Nantucket, reminisce, laugh, cry and try not to focus on the inevitable goodbye.

Tiffany dies seven months after the diagnosis. Look how the tables have turned, honey. I’m the old grump now, she jokes before falling into her final afternoon nap.

Four months later, on what would have been Tiffany’s 83rd birthday, Ethan’s heart gives up again and this time there’s no one around to save him.

Am I writing a fic in which the Ramdams empty their family home after Ethan’s funeral, Letty has a full blown breakdown, NJ and Aine calm her down and they end up exchanging cute stories about their parents? Maybe. Maybe I should just ignore my fever brain coming up with next level angst.

PS. I know nothing about medicine, and doing research felt like too much in my condition, so please, don’t hold that against me if there are some major inaccuracies in my HC lol

Thank you again and thank you for reading! ❤️ I’m going to crawl back to my cave and cry myself to sleep now kdbdkbdkdbkd

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #i didn't proofread this #not me crying about fictional characters like they’re my real children #i hate it here on god #but seriously thank you that was a good distraction from life

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clickonmedotexe · 2 years

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✵ (Freds? idk who had enough of interactions)

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.

Their first impression of your muse:

“Man, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He thinks back fondly of that Bradley he had kept hostage for years, toying with him while he slowly deteriorated.

“Anyway, he was interesting. Determined to figure it out instead of simply destroying me as Jackson had been.”

Current impression:

“He’s smart, I’ll give him that. A worthy opponent,” Rex adds mockingly. “Truly one of the only people around here who uses his brain instead of his emotions.”

Are they attracted to your muse?:

“He’s as good looking as he’s clever. I would have a go at him.”

Something they find frightening about your muse:

“Well, he can trap me if he wants to. He’s done it before.” There’s a note of begrudging respect in his voice, admitting defeat at being bested.

Something they find adorable about your muse:

He’s already mentioned he found him cute, but there’s something other than his looks, isn’t there? “He’s a fucking nerd that needs to probe at every problem and understand why it’s there. Couldn’t have been satisfied with just killing me, no, he needed to dig out my origins too.”

Actually, that was something he found adorable and annoying about Freddy.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:

“No.”

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic:

“No.”

One word my muse would use to describe yours:

“Curious.”

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

He just shrugs.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

At least this question was more his fancy. “Yeah, I would. Why, you know where he is?”

#curiouscompanions #＜/error＞#headcanons #＜/spam mail＞#i mean freddy IS cute #maybe hell have another go at him lmao

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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UMMMM NOTHING HAPPENS???

Dude. This, you’ve done something with this.

Like the first part REGGIES ADORABLE, and they’re obvs already soulmates, and it’s setting the Sirius dynamic. Like especially with James and Sirius, I think it’s a fun way to explore their friendship, and James’ inability to say no.

THEN THE NEXT PART! JAMES MY LOVE YOU.ARE.JELOUS!!!!!! Like my guy. The “baby”, James please have a conscious thought. The beef between Pandora and Sirius is so real <3. But it’s interesting to see like another sibling haver perspective on Sirius and Reg cause James is just James. Like it’s speaks a lot about everyone’s dynamic I think how everyone interacts with the twins (Love them but the way, your Evan is <333)

THEN THE LAST PART. HOLY SHIT. Like i thought they were about to have a cute moment (which i guess they did) but then BAM “what about your girlfriend?”. It was like a record scratch in my brain. I’m very excited to get Regs’ side of the story, and James is my bbg i’ll always defend him even if he sucks, if James said it was a platonic make out session, it was a platonic make out session. (I’m kidding he’s being a dick) BUT THE “You’re my best friend” while they were literally sucking face. Babe. Please. AND WHEN HE CALLED OUT WOLFSTAR, you have literally no room to talk. Like at all. But like, him being like “Em. Babe. ur overreacting” While reg was literally cuddled up in him. LIKE WHAT JAMES? THATS INSANE!

But like based of what you’ve posted IDK, but it’s different than what I expected?? (in a good way). Like the characterization is so compelling in this! I’m very excited for this and am very patiently waiting for the next part, in the meantime i’ll be re reading and finding even more insane bits i missed i’m sure.

(sorry for rambling, but thank you lots for writing <3)

NEVER APOLOGISE FOR RAMBLING and this ask made my day, i couldn't answer until now bc i've been shopping all morning/afternoon but !!! i read it as soon as i woke up and it made me <3 so very happy <333

ELEVEN YEAR-OLD REGGIE IS SOOOO CUTE i need to put him in my mouth and . chew . he's so very dear to me i swear <333 i also love his dynamic with sirius and all the banter between james and sirius was so fun to write. their friendship sort of . deteriorates . in a way . bc of regulus and both sirius and james' inability to share, so i'm glad i got to write them like this before that, like proper best friends!!!

HE'S SO FUCKING JEALOUS IT'S ACTUALLY CONCERNING the 'baby' was playing soooo dirty and so manipulative of him. and i'm so glad u enjoy sirius and pandora's rivalry bc it's one of my fav things in nothing happens hehe. and yessss james has a very . close-minded view of siblings, in a way, since he's an only child and he's never gonna understand what goes down in those kinds of bonds. so getting to see the twins and how they behave and interact with others helps with james' lacking perspective imo!! also nothing happens evan is my baby, i'm so happy u like him <333

THE LAST PART IS THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR I THINK so intense so hot so dramatic <3 the mention of james' gf IS supposed to hit, bc despite the fic being from his pov, he never thinks about her until reg mentions her, which is . wild . if u stop to think about it . idk if we'll ever get reg's side of the story bc nothing happens works better bc it's james-centric but !! who knows !! i'd love to write his pov of some moments for sure (and share more content of the twins too). also i'm so surprised to see how much ppl are loving nh james??? he's gonna get worse, so idk how long this will last but i'm quite pleased so far bc i adoreeee him. HE'S SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT DURING THAT WHOLE CONVO telling his literal gf she's overreacting when he has reg seated on his lap, telling reg he's his best friend after having his tongue down his throat . he's insane . especially bc he believes every single word coming out of his mouth

oh i'm so glad ur liking it despite the story not being what u expected (so relieved it's in a good way tho). the characterizations in nothing happens are what make the fic super compelling to me too so <3 taking this as a huge compliment <3 i'm gonna go back to writing oby + a pandalily pwp now so idk when the next part will be ready but !! since nothing happens is what i always write on the side bc it comes quite easy to me, it could be done sooner than it seems. we'll see!!

thank you so much for reading and for sending such a lovely ask, it means the whole world MWAH <333

#this got so long IM SO SORRY #im just . obsessed with nothing happens #as u all can see lmao #asks #anons #fic series: nothing happens

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jabberwockprince · 5 months

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unfiltered re1999 oc rambles and train of thought under the cut because i need to sort out my brain for a second!

inhales

venison's theme is cannibalism (bones, flesh) and deer/stag, the shocking effect of having a herbivore eat meat -> prey becomes predator -> cute thing is scary now, simplified

i made them specifically to parallel pavia in many aspects, so they do share themes certain themes while also being on entirely opposite ends, especially when it comes to freedom/individuality - what with pavia being a lone wolf and an individual who rejects society and lives outside of it, while venison is a very codependent and social individual who will gladly allow others to use them in exchange of that feeling of "belonging". and the two are still hypocrites, because wolves live in close tight knit packs, theres no real lone wolves. and venison ultimately lives for their own selfish whims, because being codependent is just a means to an end, and arent as subservient and submissive as they paint themself

then theres the subject of venison's historical themes

their undimo is a white, glowing and magical stag made out of bones which is based on the lampong - a creature from filipino myths and folklore, a dwarf shepherd that is said to protect other deer by turning into one

the psychube assigned specifically to them is called "the stag hunt" which alludes to that one painting - the stag hunt of frederick iii, elector of saxony by lucas cranach. which is just a fun connection to venison's backstory, but has no fucking ties whatsoever with frederick iii nor lucas cranach. so hm. hmmmm. tying themes of religious imagery and blind devotion through frederick iii's might be a reach. unsure. UNCLEAR. gotta look into it later

the psychube is also just called "Stag Hunt" which instead alludes to the trust dilemma by the same name, two hunters must choose between hunting down a hare or a stag, independently and without knowing the other's choice. but to hunt down a stag they must do it together. so its like the prisoners dilemma but in the stag hunt someone always ends up winning regardless of the combination of choices. something something, venison's opportunistic (and parasitic) behaviour and that same vibe that junko enoshima and jobu tupaki had going on of always, always coming out on top no matter what even if they're the ones suffering bc the end goal was always suffering

venison is also a mineral arcanist bc mineral arcanists seem to be aligned with. themes of death? cristallo, obvious deteriorating health. bette, metaphorical death of the self since she's treated as a cheap replacement within the industry. eternity, she just. doesnt die, doomed to be eternal. horrorpedia, death and horror, obviously. mondlicht, her whole village is in constant danger of dying bc of wolves, kids are raised as hunters. ms moissan's life being affected by war ("but what about click then? click is a spirit arcanist by virtue of being a DEAD GHOST GUY, bc supernatural themes and stuff being the ticket to spirit arcanists). necrologist. yeah pretty obvious.

but thats also just a superficial observation bc i havent dissected afflatus influence yet. mineral arcanum could be something related to being stagnant, stuck, an inmovable object. things that are assured, sure as death. it would align better with some characters like sonetto too

still, venison's connection to being a mineral arcanists, within this context and with this current explanation, is easy bc they're - at heart - a scavenger animal, they thrive in death and are surrounded by it. the association of cannibalism = love and protection and care in their brain means that they're constantly trying to prove or show their love thru violence, they eat those they love bc nothing will bring people closer than death and digestion, basically

but venison is also a goddamn awful person with a very unstable and volatile mind, so this association has just become an excuse to justify their cannibalism. this is why they "fall in love" with all of their targets, why they write love letters and why theyre so delusional, creating one-sided relationships that they fully believe in

OK OK OK BRAIN IS WORKING AGAIN I CAN WORK PROPERLY

#my process of making OCs is easy #i go mad with visions and prophecies and i just instantly know everything all at once #but if i dont write it all down or make sense of it within a time limit. its gone #poof

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the-firebird69 · 8 months

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Watch "Katy Perry - Rise (Live at DNC 2016)" on YouTube

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I did the song and I heard him and said I die sort of on the top of a rooftop and Los Angeles and I said no and he said not really it's sort of die I said no and then you said I'm entombed and I said gross but you're transported I said no I started to hear about it and I said what the hell is going on so probably should transfer you before that I said that's a good idea it looks like it works and it's pretty bright and I get that and I make it to Egypt but for some reason it puts me back in time it's very unpleasant it says the machine is forcing them to at this time and it has to be stated that way and we're starting to see something is it a fight with that thing it's too much for him he's a boy he's also a baby of his race and we mean it he's a baby his size but he says his brain is developing a little bit better for some reason this has bigger and he is his body of a 4 year old or 3-year-old child is a damn freak show I'm a mummy now and yeah there's a lot of jokes I've been a mummy for a long time I have kids their teeny. It's like a hierarchy and we're bigger at the top and says he has no clue about it sort of. What's what is insane is he and his wife a rulers and that his people are all Giants and his father and mother are his real subjects and he works with them he says but it is that he makes a decisions and mostly it's what they're decided anyways but it's really a roll of someone who has everyone's race in them and he has real power but they can transport people and it saves me but I don't like it and he doesn't like it either because Tommy f is involved as well between the cute computer and Tommy f they have achieved great blasphemy. And somehow got names Katy Perry by someone and he thinks it was me and I did say that and so I use the name and now I know why and the circles complete on my name and the concept it is so strange and weird I don't want to die it looks like I don't at the end of the movie I become a human again and I'm like partially dead but they can still remind me and don't look good at the end of the movie no

Kate perry

It looks very bad at the end of the movie like you deteriorate to nothing and Jason is the one who causes it and it causes more fighting and you deteriorate in front of their eyes and I feel bad for you but it's not me doing it Ken

I know it's not you Ken and he's not doing it on purpose well he he is and he's an idiot looks like he might get me hurt we'll have to wait and see

Ellie's friend from dancing and I am The mummy I guess I could be pretty mean but people are supposed to know about that since it's not why it's happening and people who are possessed and they leave need rest and food and medical attention I get that

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soren-apologist · 3 years

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people are always like “the cutest fe characters are the little dragons like myrrh and fae,” and while i agree they’re cute, none can compare to how absolutely adorable baby ike and soren are

#oh my god look at them #ike’s so happy #and soren’s receiving the first kind gesture he’s ever gotten #and ike’s little hand reaching out for him #this is too cute my brain is about to deteriorate #fire emblem #fe9 #fe10 #tellius #ike #soren fire emblem

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nanamiya3 · 2 years

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because i wrote about nanami not liking stick & then my brain said… you know who would love driving stick? toji.

toji x fem reader - pet names like baby & princess - no pronouns but princess is a gendered term (?) (pls let me know if it’s fine to tag as gn reader) - toji teaching reader how to drive stick - fluff - wc. 1.8k

toji teaching you how to drive stick…

He’s super patient with you. He takes you to an empty parking lot after showing you some introductory videos at home and just lets you have at it. He watches you stall his black, seven speed, nearly $70k Stingray Corvette and winces in sympathy for the transmission, but when you look at him with wide eyes, opening your mouth to apologize, he smiles, covers your shaky hand over the gear shift with his own, and tells you it’s okay.

“We all messed up a few engines while learning,” Toji reassures. “The car’ll be fine, baby. Just remember to be fast when pushing that clutch down, and a bit more careful when you let it up. Let’s try it again, yeah?”

He has you on a flat stretch of space, just working on stopping and starting again. You stall the car a few times by not getting the clutch all the way down before you hit the brakes to bring the car back to 0, and you stall it a few more times by taking your foot off the clutch a bit too early. Toji tells you it gets easier with experience: you’ll be able to find that sweet spot on the clutch if you keep at it. You spend the rest of the practice drive that day just starting and stopping on that flat concrete. Toji shows you a few tricks - keeping your right foot on the brake (in contrast to where it was hovering over the gas before) while the left foot releases the clutch until the car’s shaking a bit, then taking that right foot off so the car takes off on its own - engaging the parking brake before releasing the clutch to that halfway point, right foot revving up the engine slightly so that when Toji puts the parking brake down (you were too concentrated on what your feet were doing to take your hands off the wheel), the car moves forward easily.

Toji’s got this big, stupid grin on his face as he watches you drive, your brow furrowed slightly in concentration, because he’s so overwhelmingly in love with you and thinks it’s extremely hot that you’re driving (or at least learning to drive) his Corvette. You catch him smiling while watching you, and you’re worried that he thinks your beginner starting & stopping is funny, a small frown forming on your face as you look over at him.

You’re grumbling “What’s so funny?” and feeling slightly embarrassed, but Toji laughs because it’s cute that you’re self-conscious about your driving. He tells you he’s just enjoying the view, and then you feel even more embarrassed, pressing your forehead into the steering wheel, flustered face reminding you of some other things Toji’s said to you in this car. He’s laughing even harder at your reaction, big hand tickling at the back of your neck to make you turn your face toward him. You jump up, squeaking. You’re ticklish, and Toji knows it. You duck your head, turning your body so your arms are out front to protect you from an onslaught of tickles, when your foot slips from the clutch and the car stalls, engine cutting out with a click.

You’re the one laughing now, telling Toji that his engine’s gradual deterioration will be his fault. The car fanatic inside Toji is a bit worried about the state of his transmission, but he can’t help his smile, watching you babble about “instant karma.” After a bit more jesting, the two of you decide to call it a day, and you both climb out of the car to switch seats. As you skip around the front of the car, passing by Toji, he pulls you into his arms for a big bear hug. You jump into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, arms flung around his neck.

“You’re doing really well, princess. ’M proud of you,” Toji murmurs into your neck.

You pull back, eyes wide, a big grin on your face. “Really Toji?” You don’t really believe him - you’re pretty sure you just set the world record for “most engine stalls in one day.”

“There’s definitely some room for improvement—” You smack him in the arm for that, “But you’re picking things up really quickly, and that’s great.” Toji’s got on that lovey-dovey smile from earlier, and you smile back at him, grateful he’s such a patient teacher.

—

The two of you are back at the lot the next day, and Toji introduces you to hill starts.

He directs you to drive halfway up an incline in the parking lot and then bring the car to a stop. From there, he wants you to get the car going forward: up the hill.

You quickly realized the issue.

Every time you lifted your foot off the brake, the car would roll backwards, because the left foot engaging the clutch rendered the car in neutral, allowing it to freely roll down the hill. So, to counter the falling-back, you lifted your foot off the clutch quickly, which caused the engine to cut out - meaning the car rolled back down the hill. Then, you started quickly lifting your foot off the brake and slamming it down on the gas, succeeding in nothing but revving up the engine as it dropped down the hill accordingly and making Toji wince.

Toji tried to get you to use the tricks he taught you yesterday to get the car up the hill, but you were getting a bit overwhelmed. “Parking brake,” this. “Car shaking,” that. Everything was so confusing and you kept stalling the car. You felt awful, because Toji was being so gentle with you even though it was his car undergoing your abuse. Your nerves were getting too frayed, so you set the parking brake and turned the car off. You switched spots with Toji, letting him get the car up the hill and into the flat area.

“I’m just gonna work on what we did yesterday,” You mumble, back in the driver’s seat. Your hands are shaking slightly, rubbing at your eyes.

Toji’s nodding, patient as ever. “I shouldn’t have thrown you on that hill first thing today. It’ll be good to get back into the hang of the footwork before trying the hill,” he reasons.

You nod, taking a few shaky breaths before easing the car forward.

Half an hour later, Toji asks if you want to try the hill again. He’s helped you work on those tricks with the parking brake & footing, so he thinks you’ll be better prepared now than you were earlier. You know you feel more comfortable running the car, but the thought of the anxiety that came when actually on the hill, with an expensive car that just wouldn’t go forward, makes you shake your head slowly.

You pick at the leather around the gear shift, telling Toji, “Maybe another day..”

He tells you it’s alright: you guys can work on shifting through the gears. He talks you through how to move up and down the gears, having you move the gear stick from first to second, second to third, etc… while the car is still, so you can practice making sure you’ve got the right gear.

He’s got an eye on the dash, watching the RPM’s and MPH’s, pointing out the sweet spot for first gear, when you want to switch into second, the louder rumble of the engine as the threshold for first gear is met. He tells you to shift into second, and you pull the stick towards the bottom left, towards you. You end up releasing the clutch a bit too quickly, car lurching forward a bit, but Toji ignores it, excited about how well you’re doing. He high-fives you, silly smile on his face, prouder than ever.

—

Six months later, you swear up and down that manual is better than auto. Since Toji taught you how to drive stick, you’d been happy to whip it around town in his black Corvette, joking about how the two of you were out to bring justice in his Batmobile.

That is, until Toji surprises you with your own little Miata.

He had it custom painted a light purple color, a pale lilac shade that shone in the sun. The seats were a tan leather, light beige pairing perfectly with the sweet pastel car. Toji had the front panel on the interior - the area with the heating controls, radio, and other buttons - taken out and replaced with a system that was more… You. The CD slot was joined by a cassette reader, a feature that made you gasp and pepper Toji’s face with kisses. He changed the dials and knobs for the heating & air conditioning system to cute buttons that you could press. The hazard light button became a red heart with a small triangle denoting its purpose in the middle. He programmed the screen to light up with a new message every time you started your car, wooing you from miles away with an “I Love You.” Toji spent hours listening to various horn sounds available for sale, ultimately deciding to change the garish “HONK” to a light “Beeep!” He commissioned the mirror in the flip-down sun blocker to be set around a bed of small diamonds, making sure your mirror pictures would come out with hundreds of small rainbows reflected on your image. Then, Toji had the boring gear stick that read 1-2-3-4-5-R replaced with a beautifully rounded and smoothed Jade ball, various shades of light green crystal segmented by rocky bands of beige. Finally, Toji worked with the manufacturer to change the black cloth top to the same shade as the exterior of the vehicle, allowing for a fluid continuation of color.

When you see all the details Toji embedded into your car - like your initials stitched into the driver’s seatbelt and his in the passenger’s - you feel overcome with gratitude and love.

You take him on a joyride with you in your new car, winding through twisting mountain roads, sweet Beach House soaring through the speakers, red cassette feeding into the refined audio system. The top is down and Toji’s hair is blown out and ruffled, making him look young and relaxed. Or, maybe it’s that he’s with you—maybe he looks so content because it’s you in the driver’s seat, laughing as your new car shoots up the mountain, shifting between gears like it’s second nature. And as he watches it all, Toji’s just glad he taught you how to drive stick.

- i’m p sure my dad had a heart attack every time i stalled his car lol anyways pictures of toji’s car here and here and then i couldn’t find a picture of a light purple miata but imagine this in like a pastel purple :D the garage def looks like this pic where toji’s car is like ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و and reader’s car is like *\(^o^)/*

#jjk fluff #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro jjk #toji fushiguro jujutsu kaisen #toji scenarios #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fic #toji fushiguro fluff #toji jjk

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Old Flames and New Faces (Part 4)

Tagging as requested: @greenlit-mess @satans-favorit3 @beelsmeal @candymeowz @wafermelons @tanspostsblog @abyssmal-skies @oriaedvige03 @percythebitchwitch @obeythebutler @mammonie @rosesthorn

(Note: I'm so sorry but some of the tags don't seem to be working I'll try and fix that)

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It seemed things at HOL had deteriorated faster than you could imagine. You didn't understand what caused it - they seemed to love Lily with all their being. But she refused to accept it.

At lunch time, while you sat with Solomon, Simeon and Luke - she used to sit with the brothers. Well not all of them at once - because half of them were busy but most of them.

But now she didn't anymore. She'd befriended other demons and hung out with them instead. And more often than not she sat with you.

"Does Levi have to keep on spouting nonsense about his animes? It makes my brain hurt. And I'm tired of lending Mammon money. He can quite literally be eaten by the witches I don't care! And Asmo?! Dear lord, how can someone have so much to say about themselves!?" She ranted.

Solomon struggled to keep his food in his mouth while Simeon accidentally snorted. Even Luke couldn't stop giggling. And honestly some days even you had to agree.

"And what's with Satan's obsession with Lucifer? He says he hates him but the way he wakes up every morning to exact revenge makes me think he's obsessed. And Lucifer just seems to like it somehow. Cause he never does anything about it. What kind of a father-brother weird dynamic is this?! It's a family full of TSUNDERES!"

"Lily stop!" You barely could speak from the laughter. "Someone's gonna hear you! Stop already!"

But it seemed she was even out of Lucifer's control. She broke curfew, blatantly ignored them and instead of joining in the pranks against Lucifer, she played her own pranks on everyone. While the brothers slowly got maddened by this behaviour, you could feel your heart soften for her.

She was adorable when she broke into your room to cuddle you at night, cause Belphie drools too much. She was so cute when she barged into the kitchen asking fudge and ice cream because Beel had cleaned out the fridge.

She looked upto you like a little sibling and you couldn't help but spoil her sometimes. She was the cutest little rebel you'd ever seen.

Soon enough, the brothers realized, they preferred having you living with them instead. You were not nearly this disobedient or borderline mean to them.

But now the predicament was you were nicely settled into your new home, your new life. You didn't quite have time for them either.

"Hey um MC..." Mammon called you up one evening, "So we haven't done our movie marathons lately. I have a new one downloaded do ya wanna come over and watch maybe?"

"Sorry Mammon," You apologized as you watch the popcorn cook. "Luke has this movie he's waiting forever to see it. It's group movie night tonight so can't make it today sorry."

"MC! Help it's an emergency!" Levi confronted you in class, "There's a group gaming event for Ruri Chan: Romance Wars and we're one member short, please join our team!"

"Oh shoot. I'm sorry Levi but I'm already part of another team." You said, pointing to Solomon and Simeon. "Them along with Lily - we are team Xchangers. Funny isn't it?!"

"MC, remember those two cats in the park that we always go to visit? They disappeared today." Satan whispered to you in the library. "Will you help me go find them? After that we can revise History and Spells too."

"Oh you mean Saffron and Sushi? Yeah they are all fine! Solomon and I took them." You laughed, "Yeah we built them a mini house in the garden they love it. Also don't worry about tutoring anymore - Simeon loves teaching me. And he tells me so many stories of the Celestial realm too haha."

"I'm so glad you're finally doing this." Lily said, chewing on apples you'd cut for her.

"Doing what Lily?" You ask. She chuckles and sits next to you.

"You humans are so nice you don't even realize." She said, "Showing them your worth. Like you should have these two years. God knows they deserved that."

"Lily...what are you talking about? They didn't do anything-" You tried to reason but she lifts her palm up and shakes her head.

"You were kept in the house to be kept safe. Yet that is where you lost your life. The nerve of these demons." She muttered.

"Who told you...about all this?" You ask. Noone ever brought it up because how unpleasant the whole situation was. Who could have told her?

"Not important. Just stay here and keep away from them. They'll learn their lesson soon enough." She said. "See ya later, MC."

She left the room like a hurricane, leaving all your thoughts in a mess of uncertainty, confusion and deep down...fear.

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me leviathan #obey me imagine #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me game

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jackrrabbit · 3 years

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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

#osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #osamu #osamu miya

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spencerreidsconverse · 3 years

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When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”. You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

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