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Enji Todoroki General Yandere Profile

Yandere! Enji Todoroki x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, power imbalances, financial trapping, mentions of physical/domestic abuse, mentions of non-con, sexist undertones, Enji wants you to be his cute little housewife, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, a few mentions of making sure you eat enough/food, Enji is patronizing whoo boy, he makes you share a toothbrush and yes he's weird about it, this is set in a divergent timeline where Enji and Rei are formally divorced and his relationship with his family is loose and not super tight, fem reader, MDNI

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DARLING PROFILE:

Kind

Enji is, simply, harsh.

His quirk, his mannerisms, his attitude, his everything, really, is a bit rough around the edges, forming a man with only enough self control to get what he wants. He’s lived his whole life bitterly, constantly jealous, constantly wanting, willing to throw everything away in order to achieve his goals.

And once everything starts caving in around him, his family and career both taking unexpected turns, Enji finds himself so, so painfully alone. He doesn’t pretend to delude himself into thinking he’s not deserving of his fate, but this places him into a position where he shoulders the guilt while desperately trying to find any outlet to forget it.

And this is where a darling who is kind comes into play – he needs someone who won’t judge him for his past. He needs someone who doesn’t treat him like scum, who is still polite and empathetic to him and his emotions. A darling who is able to consistently praise him will have him smitten quickly, growing emotionally dependent on hearing their sweet words in order to function, in order to not let the depression and stress get the better of him.

And even once his obsession has formed and he’s deep in the depth of his infatuation, a darling who is just too kind to kick him to the curbside is absolutely essential for him – they must be doting and caring, helping rebuild his shattered confidence and psyche, and with every compliment they dish out, Enji vows that he’ll return the sentiment tenfold, in his own way of course.

(This means buying his darling millions of yen worth of their favorite things, all kinds of wonderful gifts that he hopes will sway them in his favor, that will get them drooling over him and all that he can provide for them.)

Hardworking

Although he’s in a mental state that leaves him much more susceptible to finding a partner once he divorces Rei, Enji is still a picky man. He won’t fall for just anyone – no, they must fit his standard, be acceptable and meet the rather long and detailed checklist he has for those he considers as potential romantic partners.

And near the top of this list is determination. He’s a man motivated by his own goals and is willing to stop at nothing to achieve them – and so, a darling that can at least somewhat match this aspect of his personality is critical.

He has no patience for a darling that gives up easily; he wants someone that’s willing to put in the effort to see it pay off, someone who understands the concept of self-discipline and holding yourself to certain moral standards.

He finds it wildly attractive when someone has strong character, and his interest would immediately be piqued with a darling who brings an attitude of perseverance and hard work into every aspect of their life, be it work, their hobbies, their relationship, and everything in between.

He wants someone who is perhaps not quite as stubborn as him, but is still serious in their goals.

(He hopes that one day, making him happy and pleasing him will be one of these goals – just as pleasing his darling is one of his own. And he’s more than happyto please them in whatever way they so desire. More than happy.)

Motherly

Because he views his darling as the perfect wife, his darling absolutely must possess at least somewhat of a motherly air about them. He likes the idea of having a nurturing partner, if only because he finds it endearing when they care for others.

As a hero he shares this sentiment, and although it may sometimes be overshadowed by his need to become the best, deep down inside he does very much wish to help others – his methodology is just a little more violent, a little more overt.

His darling, by contrast, should prefer a methodology that’s much gentler, something that focuses more on making others feel safe and heard and cared for.

Besides, Enji very much desires to have children with his darling; to build a second family, one that he’ll care for and nourish much better than his first. And so, if his darling is to be a good mother, they must embody these traits.

Besides, although he doesn’t fall for his darling because of his fantasies of making them a mother, once the feelings are formed these daydreams only further his feelings, deepening his obsession because oh, he’d give absolutely anything to see them pregnant with his child, carrying his seed, creating something that symbolizes the love and dedication between them.

And so, his darling needs to be someone who naturally takes care of others – and in return, Enji will take care of them. Just how it should be.

Pushover

This trait is a bit less crucial compared to the others, but it’s still most definitely a positive from Enji’s perspective.

Of course he likes a darling who has strong opinions and stands up for them, but he loves a darling that will let him guide them through any hard decisions, or really any decisions at all.

Although he’s not as outright controlling with his darling, he still very much feels that he wears the pants in the ‘relationship’, and thus he is the one calling the shots.

A darling who is happy to let him take over their life like this is a massive help to him – he doesn’t have to fight for control, nor does he have to argue with them about why certain decisions really should be made by him as the more dominant partner, as the one who knows more about the world, as the man. It’s an outdated view and it’s one that he doesn’t really want to admit out loud, but he enjoys the idea of a partner who will revere him and allow him full control.

He wants to be loved and cherished, and in return for a love like this, he’ll do his best to provide for and take care of his darling in every way he possibly can – so really, if his darling knows what’s best for them, they’ll step back and let him make all the tough decisions.

They’ll nod and smile and agree with whatever he chooses, pressing a kiss against his cheek and telling him how much they trust him, how they know he’d never hurt them, how he only wants what’s best for them.

Just the thought makes something warm swell in his stomach, the level of trust making him feel wanted, needed, a concept so foreign that it almost feels wrong. But oh, how he likes it.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Controlling

But in a very, very strange way – a lot of what fuels Enji’s obsession is this desperate, innate need to right his wrongs. He’s very, very aware of how thoroughly he ruined his family, how horribly he treated Rei, how he was a poor excuse of a father and husband, and he sees his love with you as almost being his second try. With you, he can do all the things he should have done with Rei and his children – he should have been sweet and loving, a present father that cared about each of his children equally. He should have been a doting husband, spoiling his wife and making her feel loved and desired.

But he didn’t, and although Rei has long since divorced him, Enji finds himself feeling lonely, incomplete, restless to try again, to properly provide for a sweet little thing he can call his own. And this is where you come in – and from the moment he realizes his feelings for you are more than a simple attraction, he dives in head-first.

He decides he'll approach everything with you in a way as opposite from his previous marriage as possible – he's all grand, romantic gestures, always showing up with a bouquet of flowers in hand and just the slightest pink tint on his scarred cheeks.

The grand, romantic gestures are, of course, merely things he’s seen in rom-coms; the women always look happy when the love interest swoops in with flowers and gifts and pretty clothing, the beaming smile and large hug the man gets as a reward seeming very, very appealing to Enji, despite his rigid exterior.

(Just the thought of you hugging him has his heart racing – it’s something so intimate, so entirely new that it makes every nerve in his body stand on edge, a shiver running up his spine as he imagines the way your body would feel pressed against his, how you’d sigh and sink further against him, how you’d squeeze him and god, the view he’d get when he looks down to see your body pressed so tightly against him that not even a breath of air could separate you -)

He’s scouring through women’s magazines, burying his nose in the glossy pages and searching for ideas and clues as to what women enjoy as courting gifts.

(He has to scoff under his breath every time he sees a new dieting tip or regiment, internally frowning and worrying that you’re seeing these ads and potentially obsessing over your weight. The last thing he’d want is for you to be unhappy with your body – certainly not when he’s so very happy with it. Not to mention the nutritionally heinous foods the magazine recommends – he’d sooner have you eat raw paper than follow this ludicrous advice.)

He’s even caving and very, very awkwardly asking his female sidekicks and employees at his agency about their tips on how to seduce a woman. He struggles to make eye contact with them when he asks, his imposing figure almost reminding them of a shy, nervous teenage boy with the way he’s so earnest about his question, his eyes lighting up when they mention an idea he hasn’t tried yet, pressing them for details and specifics and you must tell me what to say to her – how does one follow up gifting a puppy?

It would be sweet, really, how devoted he is to making sure that you’re absolutely spoiled, that you get a whole variety of lavish gifts designed to sweep you off your feet. It would be wonderful, really, except that Enji has never understood the concept of being too much – which is how everything will start to feel very, very early on in this process.

 It was nice at first to receive a fresh bouquet of roses every morning at your desk with a handwritten card attached. (Written in impeccable handwriting, the cursive letters looping and elegant as they spell out short, simple, sweet messages signed with a capital E at the bottom, reading please make sure to eat enough today and that skirt looks lovely on you.)

 It was nice at first, but after the second week of daily bouquets and even a few finding their way to the doorstep of your apartment, the sight of the pretty red flowers makes a sinking feeling swirl in your gut.

(Enji notices this, dismayed and frustrated by your lack of a positive response, and decides to double down and just gift you bigger flowers, because maybe your lack of joy at receiving the bouquets is because they aren’t big enough, aren’t grandiose enough, aren’t good enough.)

It was nice to get the cute, small stuffed bunny on your desk one morning, and you’d even grown so fond of the little thing that you perched it on the edge of your desk, assuming it was a one-time gift. But it wasn’t – the stuffed animals kept coming, getting bigger and more detailed and much, much more expensive, you’re sure.

(Enji is careful to remove each and every price tag on every gift he sends you, simply because he doesn’t want you to feel that you owe him financially, nor does he want you to be swayed into accepting him as your partner by mere economic standing – that’s an asset that you’ll come to know, of course, but he’d rather lure you in via more traditional ways. It doesn’t exactly stay secret, though, because once the necklace with a delicate array of at least five diamonds in it arrives at your front door, your secret admirer’s wealth becomes very, very difficult to hide.)

He’s gifting you jewelry with more precious jewels and gold and silver than you could possibly wear, and outfitting your closet with all kinds of dresses and skirts out of materials and cuts you could never hope to afford for yourself.

(And, of course, they’re all tailored to fit you perfectly – how Enji managed to get your exact sizes is still a question that haunts you, one that makes you scared to upon the nicely wrapped boxes that you find in excess outside your front door.)

It’s all just too damn much – Enji is suffocating with his attempts to woo you, his every gift and gesture leaving you feeling uncomfortable. What he’s trying to do is very, very obvious – and it feels wrong. He’s the number one hero, a busy man with much more important things to be doing – so why is he going after you? And why with such ferocity?

His forwardness will scare you off, driving you to avoid him and grow suspicious of his motives, and Enji does not like this development. This wasn’t supposed to happen – you’re supposed to want him, to be seduced by all of his efforts, to be swept off your feet and swooned by his gifts and words (delivered with the grace of a garbage truck, of course, but the sentiment is there – even if looking at your pretty face distracts him, all the words leaving his head and making him stand there gaping like a fool).

 Enji doesn’t like it, and so he presses harder, stepping up the frequency and volume of his gifts, only effectively pushing you further and further away from him as you grow more uneased and unsettled. And if you were to confront him about it?

Well, this is where his controlling tendencies come into play – denying who he naturally is can only last for so long, and despite being a man with superb self-restraint, the moment that Enji feels you’re slipping from his fingers he’s morphing back into the man that commands your every move.

Suddenly he’s no longer presenting you with the newest shampoo you’ve been talking about (it’s salon grade, the best stuff out there, and much too expensive, but not for Enji – nothing is too expensive for him when it’s for you) but rather letting this expression wash over his face, one that you’ve never seen before.

It’s cold, remarkably so; his lips are pressed tightly together, his brows perfectly straight, those eyes lifeless as he tells you to stop fighting, go inside and change into the green dress I gave you last week. We’re going for dinner, and you’ll order the house salad and a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. Do you understand me?

 It’s weird and unexpected and scary, and it’ll have you immediately stuttering out a yes and scurrying inside, too frightened to disobey. And really, while Enji winces every time he does this, eventually he finds himself trying to justify it as simply ensuring your relationship will last.

Obviously it’s not good that he has to force you into these small, minor, inconsequential things (like going on a date with him or letting him accompany you home afterwards), but this is different from with Rei – you want this, right? You’re just too shy to tell him how flattered you are about all the attention he’s giving you.

You’re just playing coy, acting on your age-old feminine instincts to make men chase after you, to be demure and make your partner work for your affection and love. And eventually, Enji will convince himself that this is different, he’s wooing you and getting you into a relationship with him willingly – you want him.

You practically love him already – things are going well. They’re successful.

They have to be.

And so, while Enji doesn’t mean to be controlling, the end results is that although he plays the nice guy that spoils you and gives you anything your heart desires, at the end of the day he is the one in charge, and he is the one dictating your relationship.

And really, what can you do to stop him? He’s strong, both physically and with the general population – one word from him and you’d be hunted for like a madman, ostracized from the community, brought back to him like a pup to its owner.

You belong with him, and it’s his job to make you see that – even if you want to remain blind.

Possessive

Enji Todoroki doesn’t share. Once he decides that he wants you, you become unequivocally his.

Sure, he wants to do things a bit differently with you and get you to harbor more loving feelings towards him, but from the moment his infatuation forms you don’t really have a choice in the matter.

 You can pretend like you do, if it makes you feel better (and it will, because at least you can pretend that you have even an ounce of control in the relationship, that you aren’t just some adorable little thing he’s decided he wants hanging off his arm and warming his bed), but at the end of the day you’re subject to Enji’s whims.

And although Enji lets you harbor this fantasy of your relationship being truly consensual, the moment something occurs that threatens it, his true colors are shown. Namely, when he thinks your attention is veering away from him, his jealousy and anger become difficult to keep in check, his quirk acting up and letting off small sparks and flames all along his body. His fists clench and his jaw tightens when he sees another man around you, and although he tries to rationalize that the man likely doesn’t want anything to do with you, just simply being in your presence is enough to make Enji suspicious.

Even if the man isn’t talking to you or acknowledging you in any way, he’s anxious – he’s scared that something about this man will attract you, that you’ll somehow find him better than Enji.

Maybe the man is friendlier – Enji’s aware that he isn’t exactly the most approachable person on the planet.

Maybe he's funnier – Enji knows he can’t crack a joke to save his life.

Maybe he’s a better conversationalist – less formalities and awkwardness, able to get you laughing so hard you snort.

It makes Enji’s skin crawl, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s fisting his hands, and before long he will intervene. He’ll grab you as gently as he can on the elbow, guiding you carefully but quickly away to the other side of the room and physically maneuvering so that his body is blocking your sight of the man – and more importantly, blocking his sight of you.

He’ll try to talk with you, trying to distract you and get your mind off of the other man, all in an effort to get your attention back on him. He’s reminding you that you have him, that you don’t need some other man, that you already have one who’s capable of providing for you and caring for you as you deserve.

Frankly, he discovers just how deeply his feelings for you run in a situation where jealousy gets the best of him – you’d been approached at a small gathering by a man from another agency who was clearly hitting on you. He was leaning in close, smiling with a smarmy smirk and nursing on his cocktail like a lifeline.

Enji had noticed the two of you out of the corner of his eye, and immediately he’d gone stiff. He couldn’t stop staring at the way the man kept getting gradually closer to you, how he kept leaning in further, how his hand slid from his pocket to your shoulder, then your arm, down to your hand and oh, oh god, it looks like he’s bringing it down to your waist –

Enji had been by your side in mere moments, his gaze card and harsh as he’d stepped in front of you, making some poorly toned excuse about needing to speak with you for a moment, before unceremoniously dragging you away from the stupefied man.

From that day, Enji absolutely refuses to allow anyone close to you. And really, can he be blamed? After all, he fell for you, so why wouldn’t anyone else? You’re beautiful and caring, smart and dignified, and if he can see your potential as a lovely, perfect little wife, surely others can too.

And so, Enji ramps up his controlling tendencies the more he’s presented with situations where the green-eyed monster accompanies him. And this control takes its main form through financials – that is, while Enji originally didn’t want to attract you to him via his material wealth, he decides it’s a necessary evil in order to have you staying by his side only.

He starts ‘forgetting’ to peel off the price tags of the gifts he gives you, pretending not to notice how your eyes practically bug out of your head when you unbox the pink pendant he’d bought for you.

He starts inviting you out for lunches and dinners more often, ordering for you and choosing the most expensive items off the menu despite your numerous pleas that you’ll opt for something – anything – cheaper.

(It’s frustrating, too, because as angry as you want to be at him for ordering for you, he always chooses something you end up liking – of course it’s because he’s done extensive research and stalking, finding out your favorite foods and what flavors you dislike, but it all seems like one large, awfully strange coincidence to you.)

Exerting financial control over you keeps you complacent, because the guilt you’ll feel at how much money he’s sinking into you will have you following his every word, even if it his commands are a little strange and off-putting – like spending less time with any male friends (or really any friends for that matter) or slipping the small photograph of him into your purse (it’s weird and you do so hesitantly, making sure the polaroid is at the bottom of the bag – and trying to ignore the way his muscles are oh-so fucking defined in the tight black shirt he’s sporting in the photograph).

It’s all just a big ploy to keep you from running off with some other man – but really, if you somehow did manage to do that, Enji won’t be particularly merciful. He will be cornering the man as he leaves your apartment and he will be holding him by the neck against the cold concrete wall, threatening him to leave you alone or experience the rather unpleasant sensation of burning alive.

It’s not particularly heroic, but Enji doesn’t care – he can’t, not when the threat of you leaving him for another man is very much present and real. It’s too scary, too much for him to handle – it would mean you rejecting him, his second fuck-up in love, and the loss of someone who fits absolutely every one of his desires in a woman.

You’re too perfect for him to lose – so instead, he’ll own you.

Dependent

He will never admit it, but there’s this part of Enji that grows stronger day by day, every time he sees your face, that tells him in the most raw, real way that he absolutely needs you.

He’s essentially lost what he had of his family, and with the sharp uptake in responsibility as the new number one hero, the new symbol of modern peace, Enji finds himself turning to you in his time of need, in his more vulnerable moments.

Because really, though his exterior is tough and jaded, he’s only human – he too needs someone to love, someone to hold and latch onto, and latch he does. You’re his, and he expects you to understand that even if he doesn’t verbalize it.

He cherishes your very existence, each and every thing you do, finding you to be remarkably weak yet remarkably endearing, your inability to defend yourself simultaneously adorable and frustrating. He needs you to realize that you’re his everything; his whole reason for living now, even if he doesn’t give you many clues into this.

He isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, and although the love and desperation he feels for you is constantly overwhelming him, overflowing from his chest and making him dizzy, he doesn’t articulate just how deeply these feelings run.

Of course he’ll tell you how you’re beautiful, or that you’re my responsibility to protect, but he’ll also say significantly less romantic things like how you belong to him, how he's never letting you out that front door, how he’ll never let those disgusting, filthy villains touch something as perfect as you.

He thinks it’s sweet and exactly what you want to hear, but it’s not – it’s scary and strange and weird, but these are your biggest clues as to his dependence on you.He won’t tell you, but his expectations for you are honestly monumentally high; he wants you to be his perfect little wife, everything that Rei wasn’t, and this includes giving you every ounce of his love.

He wants you to be diligently cooking him hearty meals, keeping the house tidy and clean for the two of you, to be massaging his shoulders while he relaxes from a stressful day at work. (Hell, he even wants you to wear cute little aprons, collars with his name stitched onto them, those maternity/breast feeding bras before you’re even pregnant…)

He wants a domestic fantasy with you, and this extends to other, more vulnerable things as well. He expects you to embrace him as he walks through the door everyday returning home, to give him a light peck on the cheek and ask about his day, to let him hug you from behind and kiss your neck as you slave away over the stove.

He never really got the chance to do such loving things with Rei (not that he particularly wanted to), and as a result he honestly feels like he’s having to make up time, that he needs to be taking every single ounce of affection and love you can possibly give him, and he’ll feel no guilt at all.

He won’t outright ask you to cuddle him, but when he sits on the large, overstuffed leather couch and stares at you expectantly, you’ll quickly learn to run over to him and snuggle up into his side, to bury your face into his chest and wrap your arms and legs around him even if his body heat cooks you alive.

He won’t ever explicitly ask you to give him those fluttery, soft morning kisses he’s seen all the time in terrible corny rom-coms he religiously watched for inspiration while trying to court you, but the moment you smile sleepily at him and press a kiss against his lips while you holds you close in the morning glow?

God, it’s in those moments that he wants to give you absolutely everything he has – every part of his body, soul and heart, every single cent he owns, every piece of fame and fortune he’s ever amassed.

Enji just wants to please you, and although he comes off as an odd mix of demanding yet generous, terrifying yet strangely awkward, inside his heart is hammering against his ribcage every time you so much as smile at him, every time you so much as look at him. In the hazy afterglow of a round of passionate morning sex (in which you’ve realized that fighting will get you nowhere – it’ll only earn you an Enji that’s more frantic and desperate to get you moaning and crying out his name), when he latches onto your smaller, exhausted and sweaty body, pressing you as tightly against him as possible, sometimes his demeanor will crack.

He’ll lean down to deeply inhale the scent of your hair, to watch the way your chest rises and falls, and he’ll whisper in the softest of voices that he loves you, you’re the light of his world. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you, but Enji is hellbent on never finding out – after all, there is no chance of escape with him, and he’s sure you’ll learn your place soon.

After all, pretty, submissive girls like you always do.

DEALING WITH RIVALS: 

Enji is, regrettably, terrible at hiding his jealousy.

He’s always been in a constant state of envy, whether it was vying for the top spot in the heroing world against All Might, desiring the perfect offspring in order to have the Todoroki name and himself live on, and countless other examples. He’s prideful and so fucking jealous of everyone around him, and this is only heightened when it comes to you – his possessiveness over you is nothing to sneeze at, and the minute he feels that your attention is threatened, that you could possibly be yearning for another?

He’s wasting no time stepping in, mercilessly shutting down each and every opportunity you could possibly have of being with anyone other than himself.

As much as he’s loathe to admit it, his jealousy and possessiveness stems from a place of insecurity; he’s aware that he’s by no means the perfect partner, and he rationally knows that you could do much, much better than him.

And so, as a sort of panic-induced response, Enji decides that you simply aren’t allowed to interact with any other men – this way, you aren’t presented with the opportunity to even let the feelings form. And he’s diligent with this theory, too – he’s always standing near you, acting as your shadow with watchful, hawk-like eyes trained on your figure.

He’s never been the best at reading people, but he’s able to tell from miles away when someone approaches you with intentions that are less than innocent, and immediately his lips are thinning, his brows furrowing, his entire body temperature raising by five degrees because you’re his, and this piece of scum disguised as a man obviously doesn’t realize this.

He’s your guardian angel in many ways (though really, he takes the guardian portion much too far – even men who have no romantic intentions with you are viewed as potential threats, shooed away with a vengeance that will make them too afraid to even think about you without imagining themselves engulfed in flames), though at times it will make you feel more than a little patronized.

It’s as if he doesn’t trust you – you don’t really have a relationship, at least in your eyes, but you know the number one hero wants something more than friendship with you. And so, you do your best to avoid evoking his anger and wrath by not romantically involving yourself with another man – and yet that’s not enough for Enji.

It can’t be, simply because as pretty and sweet and smart as you may be, Enji will always know better. It’s a controlling tendency and a mildly sexist view, but he thinks of you as his doting, loving housewife-to-be, and it’s the man’s job to make these sorts of decisions.

You’re just too sweet and outgoing for your own good – you’ll get mixed up in all sorts of trouble if you’re not careful, and lucky little you has someone like Enji to watch out for you and make sure your pretty head has nothing to worry about. And so, Enji sticks to you like glue, warding off potential suitors with grueling stares and a presence and reputation too strong to ignore.

Enji’s day had been long, and one of those days that made him seriously question his abilities as a hero. A villain had managed to trick him, and although Enji had of course eventually arrested the perpetrator, his deception had led to a lot of wasted time and more damage to surrounding buildings than was acceptable.

His head was pounding, his body still feeling overly hot from all of the fighting, and though not normal, he’d decided he was done for the day and left the rest of the agency’s calls to his sidekicks. Leaving early had felt almost freeing in a way, the world looking a bit different with all this extra time – walking down the sidewalk, Enji scanned the windows of each shop he passed.

As per usual, you’d been on his mind all day – flashes of your face sitting just behind his eyelids, your name just a hair away on his tongue, the feeling of your phantom touch sending shivers down his spine. It was irritating, distracting, heavenly, and with each window he passed, he kept an eye out for anything you might like.

He’d gotten you a pretty tea cup set yesterday, and although you’d been hesitant and visibly uncomfortable at receiving such a gift (the set was very, very obviously expensive, the marbled china too perfect and pristine to have costed anything less than a year’s worth of your salary), Enji was eager to gift you something that would be received better today.

Streets passed by, nothing quite suiting his vision for what you deserved – he’d need something more subtle today, something simple and sweet and something he knows you like – The confectionary is small, with swirling black letters over a baby pink banner spelling out the name of the store. The windows are lined with all sorts of chocolates and candies, all wrapped up in pretty, ornate packaging that makes Enji immediately pick up his pace, practically storming into the small shop.

It smells like vanilla and sugar as the door shuts behind him, and although it makes him wince, he knows you’d love it. Shelves nearly as tall as him line the shop in narrow rows, displaying all sorts of sweets that he’s never heard of before – caramels, gumdrops, chocolates, lollipops, anything and everything under the sun.

He’s only been in the store for roughly five minutes, staring at a collection of truffles with furrowed brows and a downward curl of his lip when he hears a small laugh over the gentle, happy classical music playing quietly over the speakers. Immediately he’s perking up – the laugh sounds familiar; the lilt of it, the tonality, the soft intake of breath right after it stops.

His lips part, eyes going wide, and before he can even really control himself he’s rushing towards the source of the noise, his entire face growing warm when he sees you – you’re at the register, a few candies sitting on the wooden slab, your purse in hand as you fish for presumably your wallet.

You look gorgeous today – you’re wearing a shirt he’s never seen before and your favorite pair of jeans (the ones that make your ass look so, so very perfect – perfect to squeeze at, to grope and touch and smack and press himself against…), and although he’s briefly disappointed that you aren’t wearing an item of clothing that he’d gifted you, he notices the clerk all too soon.

The clerk – Hyoshi, his nametag says – is smiling at you. He’s all teeth, a grin that makes the hairs on the back of Enji’s neck stand up, his nostrils flaring because you’d been laughing, and it must be this man’s doing. This man, who’s visibly weak even under the ridiculous confectionary uniform he’s sporting – arms that couldn’t hope to lift even a fraction of what Enji can, a chest that isn’t ruggedly defined like the hero’s, and a stature that’s frankly pathetic compared to the frame of the redheaded man behind you.

Enji’s angry, and as the man opens his mouth to presumably say something else (potentially something that’ll make you laugh again), his words die on his tongue as he glances behind you to see the behemoth of a man who’s quite literally acting as your shadow.

His eyes widen and immediately he’s stuttering out a w-welcome in, Endeavor! At that, your shoulders go stiff, your mouth parting into an adorable little ‘o’ that Enji can practically see in his head, and you slowly turn around.

Oh, hello Endeavor, aren’t you normally on patrol right now?

Enji’s jaw works, and although a small part of him is pleasantly surprised that you’d remembered his patrol shift, your words only serve to further frustrate him. You knew it was his time on the clock – and yet, you’d still ventured out into the heart of downtown, completely on your own, defenseless except for the measly, very sad pepper spray you keep in that worn purse of yours – both of which he keeps pleading with you to let him replace.

(He’ll get you new pepper spray and a taser and a pocketknife, just because he knows how dangerous these streets can be, and with your pretty face and your pretty body he’s sure villains would be lining out the door to get a taste of you. And of course, the new bag – he’s bought you plenty, in a wide variety of styles and colors, each gift getting more and more desperate to be the one you finally deem as being good enough to use, but alas.)

Enji doesn’t even bother with a greeting, instead stepping up to the counter, slamming down his credit card and stepping in front of you. I’ll be paying for her sweets. His voice is cold, firm, and sends the clerk into a scurry to process the transaction, meanwhile you’re staring in mild shock from behind the hero.

Of course you’re not surprised – how can you be, when he insists on spoiling you in every possible way? And yet the raw animosity he’s radiating right now can’t be ignored – you get the feeling as if you’re somehow in trouble, though you can’t figure out what for. As soon as the card reader beeps, Enji’s scooping up the card and your sweets, his thick fingers wrapping around your wrist just barely too tightly and marching out the door, telling the clerk over his shoulder to keep the receipt.

It takes every bone in his body to not turn back around and swing at the man behind the counter, his eyes shutting tightly in concentration as he tells himself that it’s not worth it, the media will find out, your reputation will be damaged. But as his eyes peel open and he realizes the way you’re squirming in his grip, he only sighs and releases you, those teal eyes of his appraising you with a frown.

You’re feeling guilty again, unsure of yourself as you gently rub your wrist, and for a moment Enji feels regret – did he hurt you? He hadn’t meant to, he’d just been angry and it was already hard enough to not harm the man who’d made you laugh, and surely you’d understand that he didn’t mean to –

You break the silence before he can voice his concerns, clearing your throat and thanking him in a meek voice. Enji merely nods, a small grunt your only response as he begins walking again, your sweets – and your purse – firmly in his hands, just so that you won’t have to carry them.

When you don’t immediately follow him, Enji pauses, looking back over his shoulder with a brow cocked.

What? Follow me – we have dinner reservations this evening, at that new seafood restaurant by the harbor. Fuyumi tells me it’s quite good; order the crab legs and the caviar.

There’s no room for disagreement in his tone, and for a moment you just blankly gape at him, the situation too strange for you to really process.

But all too soon his eyes are narrowing, and you’re practically tripping over your feet to follow him, keeping your gaze cast downwards as Enji’s hand rests on the small of your back, guiding you even though there’s not a civilian in sight on the desolated sidewalk he leads you down.

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

Honestly, Enji is complicated as a yandere; there’s a part of him that knows that there are aspects of his relationship with you that mirror that of his previous marriage. He knows that although you may not be treated as terribly (and that you have more purpose to him than simply an incubator), you’re still trapped, essentially a slave to his will.

And yet, as time passes and his dependence on you grows stronger, he can’t help but justify his actions, deciding that yes, you may be stuck with him, but at least he spoils you rotten with your favorite foods, expensive clothing and jewels, an unlimited supply for each and every hobby you may have. He may have you trapped between a rock and a hard place in terms of leaving him, but at least he genuinely loves you - he aches to spend time with you, to hold you in his arms, to feel your heartbeat against his ear, your lips against his, your body writhing below his.

He’s convinced himself that this time is different, that you’re different, and as such he eventually decides that it’s really in both your best interests to just relocate you, to get you officially by his side. It’s really paranoia that drives this decision – he’s a working hero and a man with many, many enemies, and so it’s really the only option that keeps you safe.

Stealing you away into his private home – he’s the sole inhabitant, aside from a cleaner or two, since moving out of the Todoroki household – is the best option for a multitude of different reasons. You’re safer this way – the state-of-the-art security systems he’s installed around the estate are the best money can pay for, able to detect intruders and any suspicious activity in the blink of an eye. Enemies don’t have much of a chance of getting inside, and even if they had managed to, Enji will be right there to burn them to a crisp for even daring to get close to his beloved.

And even aside from outside threats, keeping you trapped at home will allow him to keep an eye on you and make sure that you don’t accidentally hurt yourself – you’re ridiculously clumsy to him, your every action having him hold his breath slightly in anticipation, in fear that you’ll somehow trip or fall or bruise your pretty skin. Plus, this way he’ll know that you’re eating healthily and in the right quantities, that you’re getting proper exercise, that you’re relaxing as you should, that you’re spending adequate amounts of time in the interior courtyard he’d prepared in preparation for you.

(It’s beautiful, as loathe as you are to admit it – all kinds of flowers bloom along the walkways, bamboo and tall grasses and trees growing in neat lines and providing shade for the flowerbeds on hot summer days. There’s even a small stream flowing through it, the gentle trickling noise almost enough to cancel out the painful silence that exists between you and Enji when he decides to join you for your scheduled garden time in the afternoons – uninvited, as always, and yet still unable to sense how desperately you wish you’d get these times alone to yourself.)

Aside from your safety, keeping you in his home helps feeds into his domestic fantasies of the two of you – you’re so very precious to him, and from nearly the beginning of his obsession with you, he’s always viewed you as the perfect wife – specifically, the perfect housewife.

He’s a traditional man, believing in traditional gender roles, and although he doesn’t view you as being less-than based upon your status as a woman, he does expect certain things from you. He’s the breadwinner, the strong, capable one who provides you with a roof over your head, food, and any gift under the sun the moment you make even the slightest inclination of wanting it.

And in return, you’re to be his caring, nurturing wife – the one who keeps the house neat and tidy, a room dedicated to only cleaning supplies that you get always stay stocked and ready for you, should you become inspired and wish to fulfill this domestic fantasy of his. The cleaning products are all diluted down to a level that wouldn’t be dangerous if you were to ingest them – you’d get sick, surely, but it’s nothing a home-trip from a doctor who’s been sworn to secrecy can’t handle.

There’s also, unfortunately, a drawer within the room that a particularly bored you had one day opened only to immediately slam it shut. Dozens of cleaning outfits sat neatly folded in the drawer, the black and white getups looking much too tight and much too short. A few weeks later you’d returned to the drawer, bored out of your mind while Enji was away at work, peeling one out with careful and trembling fingers. And of course, to no one’s surprise, the outfit fit like a fucking glove – hugging your curves and accentuating them, the skirt full and flouncy and very easy to flip up, the bustline practically choking your breasts with how tightly the black cotton pressed them together. You’d changed out of it shortly after, the rather disturbing and shameful fleeting question of whether this was the type of thing Enji liked making you too disgusted, guilty, and bashful to really consider.

In his idealized domestic world, you’d cook for him, too, but it takes a very long time for him to trust you enough to not purposefully burn or cut yourself in the kitchen. He has daydreams about coming home from a hectic work day to see you standing over the stove in a cute apron, humming some song and lighting up when you hear the door open and close, his announcement of being home making you practically bounce on your heels.

He wants to have you cook for him, to see you slave in the kitchen putting every ounce of your concentration and time into making him a meal you know he’ll enjoy, but that fantasy has to wait for the time being – just until he thinks you’ve finally lost that rebellious streak of yours, just until you finally come to realize that you belong by Enji’s side.

And so, in the meantime he’ll have you make him small things that hold little potential for you to hurt yourself with – simple sandwiches with pre-sliced ingredients, so that you won’t cut yourself chopping tomatoes or slicing bread. He'll have you prepare a sandwich for him and one for yourself, too, ordering you to sit down at the dining table with him and share a meal – though the conversation is hard to come by, and each attempt he makes at starting it is only met with single word answers from you.

(Another domestic fantasy he harbors but would never tell you about is to have you sitting with him at the table, looking at him with those pretty eyes and your voice dropping to a sultry volume, your chopsticks bringing the food you diligently and loving prepared for him up to his lips, your tone teasing as you tell him to open wide! He’d keep eye contact the whole time he chews, never once breaking it as he tells you in that low, gruff voice of his that it’s perfectly done, the seasoning is impeccable. He wants you to be bashful, to smile and hide it with your hand, your lashes fluttering as you glance at him then back to the food again, too shy to say much but your body language showing just how much his praise effects you, just how good it feels to be the center of his attention, the apple of his eye, his absolute everything.)

He wants you to be his sweet housewife, and although he won’t force you into any of the work, it’s extremely obvious what he wants of you – he’s always telling you about when you get adjusted, how you’ll be more open to fulfilling your role.

When you’re more adjusted, you’ll be happy to iron his clothes; perhaps you’ll spritz a bit of the perfume he buys you onto his shirts, just as a reminder of you during his long days.

(As if he needs a reminder – certainly not, when you’re on his mind nearly every minute of the day.)

When you’re more adjusted, you’ll be pleased to see the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hands, your voice riddled with joy as you announce the good news to him, watching him drop the phone and keys in his hand and instead hoist you into the air, spinning you with a grin on his face so bright it nearly blinds you, concluded with a passionate kiss and a few tears on his cheeks because he just can’t fucking wait to have you as the mother of his child.

It’s all this talk of ‘when this’ and ‘when that’, but the strange thing about Enji as a captor is that he’s incredibly patient with seeing these fantasies come to fruition – sure, he may be forcing you into being a housewife just as he did with Rei, but this is different – you get a choice about some of it, unlike her. You don’t have to do the dishes, but you can if you’d like. You don’t have to bear his children, but you can if you’d like.

(And frankly, it’ll be hard not to – once your need for human contact and your strange, mixed feelings for him grow, you’ll eventually give into his requests for intimacy, and once the floodgates are open, you will end up pregnant from the sheer frequency and volume at which he pumps you full of his cum.)

All that being said, life as Enji’s captive will honestly not be too terrible – he’s still following you around the house like a shadow, but he’ll let you sleep in your own bed at the start, let you have your own bedroom and bathroom, and he won’t even force you into spending time with him at the beginning.

Because really, as tortuous and painful as keeping you away from him is, he repeats the mantra over and over in his head that eventually it’ll be worth it – eventually you’ll see things his way, and eventually you’ll come to see just how deeply his feelings for you run. You’ll realize that he’s only ever loved you, that he cares for you more than any other man possibly could, that he only has your best interests at heart – that’s why he always swung by your apartment at the end of his patrols, peering in at you through your windows, just to make sure you were safe and sound.

That’s why he kidnapped you, to ensure your safety and keep you in the arms of the only man truly capable of providing for you, just as you deserve.

That’s why he’ll never let you escape him, no matter how you beg and plead for your freedom – you don’t understand the outside world like he does. You think you do, but each villain he arrests is a nail in the coffin of your freedom – you have no fucking clue how dangerous the world is, and Enji isn’t hesitant to remind you of this.

You’re unhappy with him? Well, your options are here, in his warm house where he’s willing to give you every ounce of his attention, love, and touch, or out in the big, scary world where women like you are easy targets for men who love destroying easy targets.

So really, you’re in the best hands with Enji – he knows how to take care of you, and he’ll spoil you with every possible treasure you could want. What’s not to be happy about?

PUNISHMENTS:

As a general rule, Enji doesn’t ‘do’ punishments. Because he views his relationship with you as his second try at finding a companion, there is no part of him that actively desires to hurt you. He loves you, in some sick, twisted way that’s much too obsessive and desperate to ever be considered healthy, but it’s still love nonetheless.

And as such, Enji does genuinely want your relationship to be as wholesome and sweet as possible; he wants you to want him, to actively choose to spend your time with him, to want to be in his presence every moment of every day. He wants everything to be as perfect as possible – the idealized life, a life where he’s the number one hero coming home to his lovely wife who cherishes him and he cherishes in return.

And so, when you do something that doesn’t quite line up with this fantasy, Enji is understandably upset. Why can’t you just accept that this is your reality now? Why do you insist on fighting him, even when you know you won’t win? How could you?

He’s Enji Todoroki, Endeavor the Flame Hero, and you’re just you. You’re pretty, of course, and smart and sweet and caring, but you’re still just you. There’s nothing you can do against someone like him – which is why Enji is able to excuse your poor behavior most of the time.

He understands; it’s difficult to accept that you’re weak and powerless, and he understands that when you lash out and act out, you’re just expressing frustration and fear at being taken care of so wholly and completely by someone so much stronger than you. It must be scary, after all – Enji can be so intimidating and he knows it, so he’ll try his absolute best to calm down anytime his anger starts to flare.

The last thing he wants to do is harm you, and he wants everything in your relationship to be as different as possible from that with Rei – and hurting you in any way would too closely resemble his previous marriage, ruining the beautiful illusion he can live under with you.

And so, most of the time Enji is able to grit his teeth and shut his eyes, letting the anger subside by telling himself about all the wonderful things about you – things that always get him feeling calmer, that make the buzzing sensation in his head and the suffocating feeling of anger dissipate. Nine times out of ten, he’s able to calm himself down this way – and if that’s not enough, normally exiting the room and getting a breath of fresh air is enough. He’ll tell himself that he absolutely cannot fall into the same habits he did with Rei – you’re different, you’re special, and he’ll calm himself down as often as he needs to in order to avoid being seen by you as the big, scary man who will hurt you if you disobey him.

Thus, getting Enji angry enough to the point where he can’t simply calm himself down is actually quite difficult – generally, this involves you hurting yourself. Most other things he can twist into seeming not so bad, rather just being you not having adjusted to life as his woman quite yet. He can write off your escape attempts as you still clinging to this ludicrous sense of independence you seem so hellbent on keeping.

Attempts to harm him can be discarded as your misplaced sense of anger at your situation, because although in your heart of hearts he’s sure you’re happy to be in your natural familial setting (as the wife of a strong, capable man of course), you’ve confused yourself by trying to reject something that’s just so right.

Of course these events don’t make him happy, but they’re able to be disregarded – but when your blood is drawn by your own accord, even Enji can’t pretend this is something else. This is you purposefully trying to injure yourself, purposefully trying to show him that you aren’t happy, that you don’t want this – an idea that makes him panic, that sends his fists clenching, that gets him pacing and his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to set you straight without harming you. And so, Enji eventually decides that after he cleans up your injury, rather than simply hitting you

and physically showing you that he won’t stand for this sort of misbehavior, he has to be more restrictive with you. He won’t be so lenient for the days following your bad behavior – you won’t be so spoiled, your rights won’t be so freely handed to you.

You must understand that Enji is charge, and that he’s being generous and loving and kind by allowing you such free reign around your shared home. Really, he doesn’t need to be so generous – and he’ll teach you that an angry Enji is much, much worse than the normal doting, lovesick Enji you’re used to.

Enji is frozen as he opens the front door. He’d come home a bit early from running some errands, the groceries in his hand dropping onto the hardwood floors below him. His jaw is dropped a bit, the sight of your bright red blood staining your forearm making a wave of sickness wash over him.

Who did this?

Who could’ve hurt you like this? There’d been no security alerts while he was gone, and there was absolutely no way that you’d left the interior of this house in the two hours he was gone. In the next breath he’s rushing forward into the kitchen, by your side before you can even blink, paying no mind to the way you gasp and stumble away from him, as if you’re afraid of him.

It makes Enji’s chest ache, but the sight of your blood is too distracting for him to focus on the uncomfortable ache. Instead, he’s thrusting your arm under the kitchen sink, the lukewarm water making you wince ever so slightly as it runs over the wound.

Enji’s brows furrow as he examines your arm; the cuts are long, zigzagging in every direction in a way that looks strange, not like any normal attack pattern he’s seen before. This doesn’t look natural, either – not like a regular scratch, not like you just slipped and fell and had unfortunate luck. No, this looks like something else entirely – like something purposeful, like their appearance marring your pretty skin isn’t accidental in the least. It’s only then that Enji sees the glinting silver fork out of the corner of his eye, sitting on the edge of the counter with a bit of red staining the ends.

Immediately his body is freezing, his grip on your arm squeezing tighter as the gears turn in his mind. You must have…

His jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth, those blue eyes of his slanting over to look at you with such intensity and anger that you physically shrink in on yourself. His grip is too firm for you to pull your arm back, Enji absolutely unwilling to let you run away from this.

Did you do this to yourself?

His voice is surprisingly even, given the look on his face, and immediately you’re shaking your head, your entirely body paralyzed with fear. You’ve never seen Enji look this scary before – or at least not towards you.

Your answer only serves to further anger him, it seems, because soon he’s literally snarling, his face twisted up into this ugly look of  rage that’s only heightened by the scar across his eye.

Don’t lie to me, I will always be able to tell when you’re untruthful with me. He pauses, taking a deep breath, his voice just the slightest bit unsteady. Did you do this to yourself?

This time you nod yes, tears prickling at your eyes and starting to spill down your cheeks, and at the sound Enji makes, they only flow faster. He looks like he’s in more pain than you are – his face is red, and a few flames lick up around his shoulders. The heat washes over you, and soon the begs are slipping off your tongue before you can help yourself.

Enji pays you no mind, every ounce of his self-control going towards not slapping you in the face for your blatant stupidity. Soon he’s letting go of your hand, stomping towards the small first aid kit he keeps in the kitchen, entirely silent as he carefully wraps your arm in bandages, not paying your rambling any attention or mind.

As soon as you’re securely bandaged, he leaves the room and you hear the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut reverberating throughout the house.

The rest of the night passes in a blur, with you somehow getting from the floor of the kitchen where you’d laid down and eventually fallen asleep all the way to your bed, with the blankets carefully slotted over your body.

Nothing seems to be amiss the next morning, your footsteps cautious as you approach the bathroom, your brows shooting up when you notice that the counter is completely bare – your toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash are all missing, as are all the expensive lotions and facial scrubs Enji normally keeps in piles for your convenience.

The kitchen is empty, too, you notice – the silverware drawer is completely empty, and there are no cups or mugs of any sort in any of the cupboards. It’s unnerving, and immediately you’re getting goosebumps all over your body, the air feeling prickly and cold, as if there’s something lurking that you don’t know about. Biting your lip, you make your way to the table, gingerly sitting down and trying not to jostle the bandages too much – the bandages that had been changed, you distantly notice.

A few minutes later, Enji joins you in the kitchen, his expression not exactly jovial, but not particularly hostile. He greets you as he normally does, before placing the mug you now notice is in his hand under sink. The sound of rushing water gets your mouth watering, not having realized how thirsty you were until this moment.

Wide eyes watch him turn towards you, making his way to your seated figure with slow, heavy steps that get your heart thudding in his chest. He stops right next to you, before telling you to open your mouth. Hesitantly, you do as he says, jerking slightly when his fingertips – always unnaturally warm – cup your chip and bring the cup up to your lips, the water cold as you’re forced to drink it.

Enji watches with neutral eyes, though you see the corner of his lip curl up slightly as you drink the entire glass, the pacing of the water flow nearly too much and nearly choking you. Soon it’s gone, and Enji uses his thumb to wipe at the corner of your lips.

Since yesterday’s little spectacle has shown me that you can’t be trusted with basic household supplies, let me know if you require another drink, if you’d like to brush your teeth, or if you’d like to wash your hair. You obviously can’t do it alone, so I will be joining you. Now, go lay down on the couch. I need to change your wrappings again.

You’re dumbfounded, watching him keep the mug in his grasp as he heads towards the living room. And though the threat seems too extreme, Enji means it – you only last a few hours before you reluctantly ask for another drink, your throat too dry and sore to go without it.

And that night, when you shamefully ask him for your toothbrush, you’re not particularly pleased to find out that he’ll be the one brushing your teeth, using his very own toothbrush to get the job done, just to make sure you don’t even think about trying to choke yourself with the brush.

(And when you finally have to shower, well, Enji’s face turns bright red when you ask, rushing to his feet much too quickly, grasping your hand and practically pulling you to the bathroom before applying all sorts of soaps and scents to the bath he draws for you. His breath is hitched as he turns around so you can change in privacy, but don’t be surprised to see him sneaking glances at your bare body beneath the water’s bubbly surface. Don’t be surprised when later that night you hear a suspiciously rhythmic thumping sound and muffled groans through the wall that  your bedrooms share, the faintest wet, squelching noise accompanying them.)

And, roughly a week later when you wake up to the cups and mugs back in the cupboard and your shampoo back in the shower, you’ll decide against hurting yourself anytime soon. It’s not worth it – not if that’s how you’ll be treated; forced to ask permission for your basic needs.

And Enji couldn’t be more pleased – now you’ll think twice about using that fork again, or anything else for that matter.

(And he can still force you into using his toothbrush – under the guise of furthering your bond and intimacy, of course. And because he’ll use it after you, savoring the feeling of the bristles against his tongue like some sort of drug.)

OVERALL DANGER:

 7/10

Enji isn’t necessarily dangerous, but rather inevitable.

He’s a determined man, driven by motivation for his goals, no matter the methods he uses to get there. And once he sets his sights on you, deciding that he wants you, that he loves you, you’re certainly no different – he will have you, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and really, what sway do you have?

He’s a professional hero, known in the public sphere responsible for saving more lives than you could ever hope to, and who are you? You’re just a pretty face, a woman who happened to have the exact set of traits and physical appearance that Enji finds desirable – you have no real way to combat him, and who would believe you, anyway? Enji is the new symbol of peace – as far as the Commission is concerned, he can have whatever the hell he wants, and if that one thing is some civilian, then you can kiss your freedom goodbye.

But really, all things considered, Enji isn’t too terrible – he’s trying desperately to right his wrongs, to love you in a way that prioritizes your happiness and is just better, and although you’re certainly not happy being trapped by his side, he can at least pretend like this is better.

He wants you to be his pretty little thing, to be his housewife and treat him like your devoted, loving husband. He wants you to greet him with a kiss on the lips when he comes home from work, helping him out of his jacket and asking about his day, then lead him into the clean kitchen where you’ve got dinner waiting for him, then join him in the shower and then the bed, letting his hands wander to where they please, then fall asleep on his chest, letting him feel like he’s protecting you even in his sleep.

Is that really so much to ask for? Enji thinks not – besides, isn’t that the dream for you?

All you have to do is let him take care of you, to spoil you with flowers and chocolates and jewelry and all sorts of things that make women swoon. You’ll be spoiled rotten, treated like a goddess, and all you have to do is let Enji make all the decisions for you, to let him take control of your life and your future – it’s better this way, he promises.

This way, you’ll be properly cared for, kept safe and secure and comfortable by his side. You may not see it yet, but Enji is sure this is really what you want – you’ll come around eventually, he’s sure of it.

And if you don’t? Well, at least he’s not a monster, right?

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YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER

continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).

maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.

maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.

when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.

GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):

they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.

they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.

BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):

after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).

blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.

DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):

unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.

he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.

all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):

lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.

if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.

MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):

mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.

if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.

he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.

sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.

THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):

theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.

theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.

theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.

out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.

theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.

similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.

they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week

monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).

the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.

mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.

they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.

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Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

 

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

 

'Y/N....'

 

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

 

"Amen."

 

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

 

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

 

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

 

You take his hand.

 

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

 

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

#batim #batim sammy #sammy lawrence #batim sammy lawrence #sammy lawrence x reader #sammy lawrence x y/n #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #batim fanfiction #batim smut #sammy lawrence smut #sammy lawrence x reader smut #sammy lawrence x y/n smut #i hope this is all to your liking #i also hope i did Sammy justice in this #batdr sammy #batdr sammy lawrence

[sashimiyas]

the voicemails

Summary: Suna is a gremlin and he makes sure to remind you despite time and distance

Genre: fluff; established relationship; poopy, baby, and babe used as pet names

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: these are the voicemails Suna and reader talk about in ihyily2; posting again and not looking back. if the tags hate me, guess what, we’re moots (beloathed) then!

“How could you do this to me?” Then there’s a deliberate pause that is intensified by the frantic cheers of background noise, “question mark.”

You’re groaning the moment you wake up, and you wish you could say it’s because of the sunlight roasting your groggy eyes. Unfortunately, Suna would never give you the benefit of a peaceful morning. Despite an eight hour time difference and even more miles apart, you start your day the same way as any – with your wonderfully annoying boyfriend in your ear.

“How can you not answer when I just won the most important game of my life?”

Exaggeration. He’s been in the Olympics.

“You better not be sleeping,” spoiler, you were, “because if you are, you fucking bet I’m tickling your ass the moment I get home. Okay, love you. Bye.”

The sound fades for a moment. It rustles, brushing against what seems like fabric until the noise widens out again. “Call me back!”

And then Suna officially hangs up. You drop your phone from your ear and back to eye level. The voicemail is the first among many so you swipe down to listen to the onslaught of your boyfriend’s odd way of expressing his verbal affection.

“Babe, are you serious right now? Are you mad at me? You can’t be asleep right now. It’s not even midnight there yet.”

This one is about an hour later, your 11pm and his 3pm. You shouldn’t have been sleeping, he’s right, but it’s the tail end of Suna’s absence. The three weeks have been long and despite his keeping you very much in the loop, the void of his presence has taken a toll on you. You must have passed out while mindlessly watching a show last night.

“You’re such a poopy – little shit! – Hey man, what’s up?”

Another voice interrupts him, one you can’t recognize with an accent that you’re not used to. It must be someone he’s met in the UK. “Yeah, I’ll be inside in a bit. After this phone call.” Quick salutations are made, a slap here and there, and Suna’s back on the line. “Whoo! That was close! Can’t have the other team thinking I’m a fucking simp!”

You and Suna laugh both at the same time. Fuck, you miss him and his stupid humor and his stupid laugh and his stupid face.

“Anyways,” he happily transitions as if there is a live audience listening to him, “everyone already went inside, but we’re at this famous spot about to eat fish and chips. Chips as in French fries. That’s what they call that here in London apparently. Can you believe I’ve been here for over three weeks and I haven’t had the iconic meal yet? I’ll send you a pic of it later.”

He’s true to his word and just like always, the lighting and angle is impeccable. Sun cascades onto the golden brown filet accompanied by wide slats of fried potato. A napkin artistically crumpled to the side, it’s so photogenic you wouldn’t be surprised if the image would be the first thing to pop up when you google the dish.

“While we were on the way here, I saw this guy on a bike and it reminded me of you. Don’t ask me why because you’ll probably hit me.” You won’t ask because yes, you’ll more than likely hit him. “Oh! And remind me to tell you about this weird dream that I had last night. But okay, gotta go. I don’t want to make the boys wait on me too long. Love you.”

The timestamp for the next one is 5am. It seems that Suna has resigned to the reality that you are deep in slumber because this time, the call is from Komori.

“Hehe,” a voice chuckles into the line, “looks like you passed the test.”

Your reaction is so dramatic even you can feel the downward tug of your lips. It is not Komori. It is once again your gremlin of a boyfriend.

“I would have been so pissed if you answered Komori’s phone call but not mine.” He heaves a deep breath, preparing himself, “okay fine. low key – low fucking key – I’m a little disappointed you haven’t answered at all but I guess that’s my fault for dating Sleeping fucking Beauty.”

He sounds wistful here and as much as you hate to admit it, your heart stings a little bit.

“Okay. Well I hope you’re sleeping well, Poopy. Hate you but I love you. Bye.”

This last one you just barely missed, not even a full hour ago. You tap on the play button and put it on speakerphone. Having had enough of just laying in bed, you head to your bathroom and begin your morning routine.

“Hey, it’s me again. Suna Rintaro, your boyfriend. Or did you forget already?” He’s whispering now, the husk in his voice makes it obvious he’s had a long day. “What a fucking day. Komori’s already passed out.”

The sound of running water isn’t coming from your sink, but from the one in London. “My mouth feels gross. Hang on, gotta brush my teeth real quick.”

You hear the low hum of his toothbrush and decide to brush your teeth with him. It’s silent as you place a small globule of the paste onto your own and though you know that you’re doing this forty minutes too late, you’re comforted. The companionship is healing, a balm to the ache that has developed. Your toothbrushes are the ones that are timed. They’re the same exact brand, actually. He got them for you during Christmas early in your relationship because ‘it came in a two pack and I didn’t know who else to give it to so here.’ It was a very Rintaro way of making it official but it touched your heart nevertheless.

You both rinse out at the same time and when you’re done, you listen to Suna jostle his way into bed. He talks of the dream he had last night. The details get caught between his pillow and tired lips, and as wild as it is, you struggle to make sense of it. All you know is that there is an octopus involved and apparently Atsumu was a pirate. The message ends abruptly without his usual farewell, and you know you shouldn’t, you know it’s selfish, but your finger ends up dialing his number anyways.

The line barely has a chance to ring when he picks up.

“H’llo?”

“Hey, Baby.” You hear the rasp in your own voice and immediately, you cringe, knowing exactly what comes next.

“Babe, what the fuck? Are you calling me right when you woke up?” He’s cheeky but does little to hide the delight in his tone, “did you miss me or something?”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!! #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintaro #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna fluff

[futureacesquad]

Captain Squad Headcanons

Warning: LONG post.

They all hang out on Skype the most because y'know...different prefectures lol.

The Miyagi captains see each other a lot tho!

The current second-year captains especially exchange advice a lot since they're newest to it.

Shibuya (Tokonami Captain; I'm just guessing here): Guys I think I accidentally started a disagreement between the first-years and I feel really bad about it, what do I do?

Futakuchi (Date Tech Captain): Look, I start 90% of the fights on my team so...

Towada (Ougiminami Captain): Our team just settles it in a death match.

Terushima (Johzenji Captain): We don't really fight per say, the gym just accidentally gets set on fire on occasion.

Komaki (Kakugawa Captain): Why do I feel like I'm the only one who actually has it semi-together?

Fr tho all the captains envy Komaki so much because his team is literally the only decently-sane one among them.

Like the biggest problem he has to deal with other than teens being teens is Asamushi getting too fired up sometimes and Hyakuzawa accidentally hitting his head on doorways.

As for dynamics among them...

There is a mutual agreement to keep Kuroo and Daishou separated at all times because the power of petty exes is too much for them (Iizuna is in charge of making sure they're at least 6 feet apart when possible).

The ONLY time those two have ever agreed on something was when some asshole started insulting their first-years.

The guy still gets nightmares about it.

Oikawa and Ushijima are also kept apart most times, though Oikawa's getting better at understanding him while Ushijima is starting to get why Oikawa feels the way he does.

They like to bitch about their fellow year-mates too.

Daichi complains about Suga's chaoticness and Asahi's timidness.

Kuroo complains about Yaku at any opportunity (though rarely Kai).

Oikawa loudly whines about the "disrespect" he endures from all the third-years (barring Yuda, the one who was crying with pride for all of them).

Daishou is fed up with how unhelpful his third-years are when it comes to any life advice (he doesn't have it together, but nobody else does either, sooo).

Bokuto likes to join Oikawa in his protest against "cruelty against captains"; the one he complains most about is Konoha, but the rest of them are still talked about very frequently.

Nakashima always follows up his complaints with something positive about them. Daichi is both jealous and in awe of this (little does he know it's a technique developed to stop Takeru from decking his siblings sometimes).

Ushijima doesn't like to complain about his teammates much bc he doesn't really see the point when you could just tell them they're being annoying dicks.

Iizuna's complaints usually aren't too bad and far between, but on days when Itachiyama loses practice matches due to the team's attitude...whoo boy.

Suwa is like...so calm? And his complaints are always so minor? And always with a completely patient expression? And the captains are so confused in the beginning because their only prior personal experience with Kamomedai is the few Hoshiumi interviews people manage to get and that kid sure as hell isn't this calm.

And then one day Nozawa is making provocations worthy of Futakuchi and he comes in complaining and everyone's just like there it is.

Echigo's pretty chill too, since Tsubakihara isn't a particularly rambunctious team, but some days Teradomari gets completely slandered for the dumbass moves he pulls during practice on occasion (he's trying to show off to the underclassmen; spoilers, it's not working, but Himekawa politely claps for him at least).

Kiryuu always feels really bad about venting even when it's clear he needs to (he was the one who put in the "no insulting the second or first years" rule since he felt it was unfair to the underclassmen), but he's getting better.

Him and Oikawa trade mental health tips sometimes.

The previous captains like to drop in sometimes.

It's canonical that the Date Tech third-years can't leave their underclassmen alone, so they show up most often.

The two Komakis confuse everyone to no end.

Ikejiri and Komaki H (Tokonami's old captain) show up the most for their team.

Ikejiri is delighted to catch up with Daichi (they start having monthly catch-up sessions with Yui too at one point).

Okudake and Akimiya drop by sometimes to make sure their second-years haven't convinced anyone to commit major arson or join a gang.

Moniwa, Okudake and Akimiya are highly respected by everyone for dealing with the hazardous sassy disasters known as the Date Tech, Johzenji and Ougiminami second-years.

#haikyuu #hq #shibuya rikuto #futakuchi kenji #towada yoshiki #terushima yuuji #komaki yuzuru #kuroo tetsurou #daishou suguru #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #sawamura daichi #bokuto koutarou #nakashima takeru #iizuna tsukasa #suwa aikichi #echigo sakae #kiryuu wakatsu #ikejiri hayato #komaki hikaru #okudake seiji #akimiya noboru #moniwa kaname #michimiya yui #captain squad #headcanons

[aristocratic-otter]

Imma gonna keep it simple tonight--I know I've got snips from other fics, but it's 3 am and I'm wiped. So!

Thank you to @j-nipper-95, @palimpsessed, @fatalfangirl, and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tags.

From: The Naked Next:

I’ve managed to get a video feed into engineering, and whoo boy, is it a show. 

Ensign McNeil has managed to replicate himself a realistic looking crown  and plush looking royal robes. He’s sending out broadcasts proclaiming himself the ‘king of engineering’, along with decrees and proclamations that are nonsensical at best and downright dangerous at worst. His last so-called “decree” was to announce a ship-wide holiday he’s named Garethsday. 

The list of ways his ‘subjects’ are to celebrate Garethsday is long, and, in places, extremely crude. The way he thrusts his hips as he enumerates his commands is downright obscene. 

From Snow Fox:

When Simon returns, he’s not alone. And I’m fairly sure that Penny is shocked down to her toes by who slips in the door after him. 

I’m not as surprised. There have been hints, through the years. Lingering glances. A note of longing in the sound of his name.

From my Age of Sail AU:

When the first enormous wave slaps the side of the ship, we both tumble out of bed. Baz lands on top of me. We squirm and fight against the rolling of the ship to free ourselves from the bedding and each other. Baz accidentally elbows me in the gut, and I accidentally crack my head against his nose, making it bleed. 

But finally, we’re loose and separated, and Baz says, panting in fear, “What do we do?”

“Get on deck,” I say grimly.

It's late, so I'm not gonna tag anyone, but I hope you all post on Wednesday because I love seeing what you're up to!

#co/ws/awtwb #six sentence sunday #cotta 2023 #Star Trek AU #Age of Sail AU

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

hellooooo doing another good morning post :D

this is only like. tangentially on the good things list but i've discovered i love queueing posts al;kdjfas;lkdfjas;dlfkjas when am i online?? wouldn't you like to know weather boy?? and my queue has grown a day or two long now so alskdjfskdfnskldj my power only grows /silly

berries for breakfast yum yum yum :D

WATER. phenomenal

also i tried watermelon lemonade and it was interesting,, not sure i would get it again but i like that i've tried it 👍

hamburgers for dinner!! i had a bit too much but they were pretty good

mint chocolate chip ice cream <33

also i got a 3 musketeers bar and i haven't actually EATEN that yet but i'm looking forward to it alskdfj;asldjfka

a fic i really enjoy updated yesterday and the new chapter was so goooood <333

unrelated fell down a bit of a fic rabbit hole but it was fun so alskdjfa;sldkfjask;dlak

rode a city bus for the first time!!! it was interesting /pos

rewatched the rtgame legends arceus championship which was fun <33 go big bertha aksdjfa;sldkj

finished the latest legendlark episode ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

also! folded my laundry! p proud of myself for getting that done relatively quickly instead of just letting it sit in the basket alskjdfa;

wrote!!! some!!!!! whoo!!!!!

had a good conversation with rac <333

wore my peas socks for the first time today!!! they're so fun :D

got to play word trek for the first time in ages and i'd forgotten how much i enjoyed it aka;lskdjfas;dljaf

#link goes to I Need A (Girlfriend) Hero! which is a REALLY CUTE maribat daminette fic <33 very cute and fun and good and delightful <33 #okay that's all goodnight! or good morning when this posts alksdjfksndfna;kdfgjaea #it's a good good good good good good morning #meri monologues

[geisterland]

For anyone who doesn't know, I'm currently in the process of rewriting russia gets alcohol poisoning (of course, with the help of my beta reader, my sister) and here are some things I've been thinking as I'm writing [under the cut because long...]:

I always made it clear on the description, but since the story takes place in the late 90s-early 2000s, technically all the character are in their very early 20s (where they'll remain for a long time due to CH ages but nevertheless). And due to this, I've always sort of imagined all of them - Russia and Belarus less to a certain extent since they're older - to still be outgrowing the trademarked teenage strangeness;

Mostly due to my fault, Belarus came of as a lot more perfect than she actually is. Because while, yes, her want to help her brother is noble, this doesn't come from her being perfect or an angel. It's mostly that she has case of eldest daugher syndrome where she feels responsible even to someone older than her - her whole life, even if it was unwilling, she has been playing the part of the most responsible, the most caring, the one who needs to be perfect. But quite frankly, it's not something that is or should be objective truth, she is just basically conditioned into thinking she needs to be;

This is also very much my fault but I'm doing my best now to not seem like the world is so... Revolving around the characters in the story, you know? They all have relationships with other countries that aren't in the family, and relationships that are important outside of that (for example, in the first chapter I've made a point to mention that there are other countries worried about Russia's drinking - China, for one, since he very much would be important for the guy);

I have a better grasp on what drinking actually feels like, so that added with personal familial experience, will probably make for a better story;

I'm going to talk about the other soviet siblings a lot more because I also have a better grasp of their personalities now haha;

And lastly, this time I'm going to write the entire thing out before posting because whoo boy that will make it better for me and the readers;

It'll probably still take a while, though. But it will be posted before the end of the year, that's for sure.

#geisttalk #I'm happier with how it's coming out now :)

[kaija-rayne-author]

To say this is a touchy topic for me is the world's biggest understatement. I have massive trauma issues because of people accusing me of meaning something that isn't even close to what I wrote/said.

I've had people tell me, the person who wrote the thing, that I mean the exact opposite of what I communicated. Shouldn't I, the person who wrote the thing, know best what I mean? It's infantilizing and gross. It's beyond disrespectful. It's ableist.

NT people loooove to pin communication problems on Autistic & ADHD people. And frankly? We're the only ones who communicate clearly. I can always tell if someone I'm talking to is NT or not by how they react to things I say, especially if there's been a misunderstanding. An autistic or ADHD person will usually want clarification, they won't usually get upset, they just want to know how it happened and whether they can avoid doing it in the future. Because, by and large, we're hard wired to avoid hurting people. Most of us really hate it even if we cause accidental harm. Then once we've talked about it, they're happy to apologize and move on. NTs start by slinging accusations, usually from the get go, and it gets worse from there.

Using accusatory language with someone you disagree with is shitty behavior, people. Do better.

Autistic & ADHD people are always accused of all sorts of nasty things by people who assume things about our words. I'm so beyond sick of it that I'm not going to show any grace or understanding about it anymore.

We're around 1/20 people now. That's 1 autistic or ADHD or combo to every neurotypical person. It's long past time for NTs to learn how to communicate with us.

What will NTs do when they're in the minority and all the rest of the world communicates in ways that are logical and based on facts? When they're the ones who are socially penalized for how they communicate? I doubt they'll do any better with it than we do.

It's one of the worst things NTs do to us. And to be fair, many baby/unhatched NDs do it too, because they mistakenly think that they'll be accepted if they pretend hard enough. They won't be, but they haven't come to understand that yet. So they harm other NDs to gain faux acceptance. And it's a daily experience.

Autistic & ADHD people, generally, are very careful about the words we use. To make sure that what we're communicating is what we mean, and only what we mean. Your insecurities and issues are yours! You need to deal with it! Not push the blame for whatever you're experiencing because of our words onto us!

Our pathological caution is a trauma response from people misunderstanding, assuming, and filling in things that do not exist in things we say for most of our lives.

If you're talking to an autistic or ADHD person, the words written are exactly what they mean. There's no hidden meaning, there's no accusation, it's just the fucking words on the page/screen. That's it.

If you read anything further into it, that's completely on you, not the autistic or ADHD person. That underhanded method of communication is strictly an NT thing. It's shit communication.

Communication rule 1. Don't assume.

Rule 2. Listen without planning your response.

Rule 3. Think about what you mean before you say it.

I learned those as part of therapy, and whoo boy do NT people really need to learn them. There're more, but that's not the point of this post.

If I've written something, it is well researched, has all of my ridiculous amount of education behind it, and it's my thoughts, my opinion, on my blog. It should be taken that way. I have had far more than enough of people accusing me of saying or meaning things I have not said. Don't like something I say? Feel free to block me. Especially on tumblr. This is my space. I'm not sugar coating or softening what I say here at all. This is as unfiltered as I get. And I like it that way. You don't? There's the door, don't let it hit you on the way out.

It really makes me question peoples reading comprehension. Most people seem to have the reading comprehension of a carrot. Which is probably an unfair comparison for the carrot. If it were just a communication issue, whatever, but it’s not.

Do you have any idea of the cost Autistic & ADHD people pay? To be so careful and worried about our language usage? Imagine having to weigh every single word you ever say or write. Imagine having to twist and turn every single word, then every sentence, then every paragraph to try to see how someone could misinterprete it. Imagine living in traumatized fear of being misunderstood, again. Even if we're not harassed off social media or summarily rejected from social groups, most of us have this trauma long before we leave elementary school. And it's cumulative.

It's fact that most of us die before we're 36. I'm 46, almost 47. I'm past my expiration date. I'm fed the fuck up with shitty communication. I'm old, and cranky, and I've had it.

This isn't a light issue. It's life threatening. You are killing us with your assumptions. Stop. It.

#autistic #autistic things #autistic traits #autistic trauma #adhdlife #living with adhd #my adhd #adhd problems #adhd brain #adhd trauma #communication

[not-close-to-straight]

I love love love your Billy/Steve dynamic. Truly had never read a fic with this pairing before and was skeptical, but I love everything you write so I started Risk… and HOT DAMN is this my favorite fic!!! I love Billy being rough but trying, and Steve being independent but soft for his alpha. Also love those moments where Steve sees behind the mask of the Neil/Billy dynamic and so excited to see if Billy becomes entangled with the world of the upside down! Thank you for putting so much work out there for us to freely enjoy 😊😊😊 Truly one of the joys of my day is checking your AO3 and seeing an update posted

THANK YOU!

The moments where Steve sees Neil's influence in Billy's life.... whoo boy. One of my favorite personal HC's about Steve is that he's actually a very dangerous person. Like sure he's very pretty and maybe a little dumb and just the worlds best Mother Hen figure, but beyond that, I feel like he's definitely dangerous in a fairly explosive way. You just can't tell me that a kid who picked up a baseball bat and first went toe to toe with a demogorgon without even knowing what the hell it was (season one), then CONTINUED to carry the bat around and literally actively baited dangerous creatures into traps and took multiple ones on at a time (season two) was beaten and drugged by the Russians and still kept it together long enough to help defeat the mind flayer (season 3) and leaps fearlessly through gates ready to fuck demons up (season 4) is not a dangerous person.

And I feel like alot of that danger stems from unresolved/maybe unrealized anger which makes him... terrifying. Because the longer he's calm the worse he will "explode" and unless he's got that good balance of friends and loved ones to keep him stable, one day he'd just self implode (which is why i'm frankly terrified for season five)

In an alternate universe, someone like Steve would be TERRIFYING and I love to write just glimpses of that side of him. In my Dirty Little Secret AU it was this sort of creeping, icky dark thing hiding behind his heart that he felt stir whenever the guys were really mean to Eddie or when El or Will was bullied and in this story, we see bits of it like the day in the AV club where he cuddled right up to Billy then put his teeth at the Alpha's jugular and told him "if you ever threaten these kids again, I'll end you."

And when it comes to his Alpha? The first time he found out about Neil hurting Billy, Steve was horrified and then told Max "i just might kill your step dad". His scent gets all spiky and furious when Billy shows up with a bruise. There's a scene coming up where Max literally has to put her hands on Steve and tell him to just take care of Billy instead of going after Neil. Every single time Steve sees that evidence he winds up angrier and angrier and its.... I still haven't decided if we're going to explore all that anger in this verse or save it for another (I have several fic ideas for Neil dying) but either way it's going to be GOOD

[sunshine-vx]

Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 9)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's illustration by me! Eye strain/brightness warning regarding it btw, it's at the very end of this post! And a huge shoutout to a good friend of mine, they didn't want to be tagged but they were a HUGE help with teaching me how to do certain things in this drawing!)

(Extra notes: whoo boy, this chapter's kinda a long one! Also again, eye strain/brightness warning for this chapter's illustration, which will be at the very end of this post! Also there's a flashback to Ingo's disappearance in this one, so a heads up for that.)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

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Chapter 9

Emmet held a map in his hands as he made his way through Twinleaf town, Eelektross floating by his side. He had told Elesa last night of his plan to search out the Lake Guardians, and while Elesa was a bit worried, she ultimately decided to allow him to, along with offering to help by staying in town to be near help if anything came up. Emmet knew he could count on her.

Elesa made him promise to call her every 5 hours so she could check on him. Emmet agreed. Safety checks were important after all.

Emmet decided he would go to Lake Verity first. It was located in 201, just north of Twinleaf town. Emmet rolled up the map and set it in his pocket before walking through the trees and into Route 201, Eelektross following suite.

Emmet almost immediately spotted the water as he and Eelektross emerged from the trees and into a clearing. He rushed over to the edge of the lake, looking out over the water. It was quite a large body of water, and there was a small piece of land in the middle. Emmet swore he could barely see an opening into a cave.

"Eelektross, could you carry me through the water and to that land?" Emmet asked his ace as he pointed at the piece of land. Eelektross made a gurgling noise as it moved around in a circle before dipping its body above the water. Emmet carefully climbed on top of Eelektross, like a Musdale, before Eelektross began to make its way to the cave!

Emmet glanced around as they made their way over the water. It was a beautiful sight, and there were lots of wild Pokémon. Thankfully, barely any of them tried to bother Emmet and Eelektross, and Eelektross was able to scare off the ones that did try.

Eventually, Eelektross and Emmet landed at the island in the middle of the lake, Emmet hopping off of Eelektross and onto the shore, Eelektross slithering out of the water and hovering above the land.

It indeed was a cave. It gave off a strange and mysterious vibe, although Emmet hoped so, as it was said Mesprit, the Being of Emotion, resided here. 

Emmet and Eelektross carefully stepped into the cave, quietly making their way through the entrance.

The cave was large, round and empty, bearing hardly any traits that stood out, other than some puddles and streams of water that were patterned around on the cave's floor.

Emmet didn't give up yet, though. He looked around the cave, taking quiet, slow steps around, Eelektross slithering slowly beside its trainer. 

Emmet spoke politely, but made sure he would be heard.

"Hello. I am Emmet. Mesprit, the Being of Emotion, I have heard you reside here, and I am here to ask something of you."

Emmet waiting a moment. Nothing. He frowned, looking around. Where was it? He began to become frustrated, before something burst out of the water from behind him!

"Kyuuaaan!"

Emmet yelped and whirled around, Eelektross making a shrieking sound as it turned around as well.

Then, a grin spread across Emmet's face, raising his arm to point at the Pokémon. Mesprit!

Mesprit put its little hands to its mouth, seeming like it was giggling, before it hovered closer to Emmet and Eelektross, giving off a bright glow, Emmet feeling a strange energy. He lowered his arm.

Then, a voice spoke in his head.

"You are the first human to come here in quite a while."

Emmet was shocked. Was that Mesprit? Talking to him in his head? Emmet was silent, listening further.

"I am the Being of Emotion, as you have said." Mesprit stated, "Tell me, why have you come here?"

Emmet nodded, breathing in,

"I want to ask you and the other Lake Guardians if you can help me summon Dialga and Palkia, the rulers of Time and Space." Emmet explained, "I want to summon them so they can help me find my twin brother, Ingo. He disappeared from our home 5 years ago."

Mesprit tilted its head to the side, eyeing Emmet curiously. It felt as if it vaguely recalled seeing a man like him way back in the lands of Hisui. With everything going on, it was unsure if it should consider helping, but perhaps helping this person could help them in return.

"How badly do you wish to see your brother again?" Mesprit asked

"More than anything." Emmet replied, "I would do anything to see him again, if not just for a day."

This individual had strong emotion, Mesprit observed. 

It decided it would trial him.

"Answer these questions I ask you, and perhaps I will lend you my aid." Mesprit said, "Will you proceed?"

Emmet nodded.

Mesprit made a strange noise, before the voice spoke in Emmet's head again

"When you had your first Pokémon adventure with your brother, how did you feel?"

Emmet smiled as he recalled the memories of his and Ingo's first few Pokémon Adventures. They were given matching Klinklangs as their first Pokémon, and Ingo and Emmet were beyond ecstatic at the surprise, playing with them, patting them, talking to them, seeing what they could do.

He remembered when they had gone out on their first adventure, catching a Tynamo and a Litwick. 

"Excited, and happy." Emmet responded, "It was like a dream come true, the best thing ever."

Mesprit flicked one of its tails

"How did you feel when your brother disappeared?"

Emmet's smile immediately vanished. He picked at his collar, remembering the night Ingo disappeared. At first he told himself it was just an error; a mishap in the system. But as the hour clock ticked and ticked, the disgusting, icy feeling of dread inside Emmet's gut grew. He remembers plastering a strained smile on his face, reassuring his worried Pokémon that it would be okay as the police walked through the station to search. 

Emmet stayed out there until the dead of night, until he was basically dragged by Elesa to his house.

He remembered rushing to give the Pokémon their late dinner. He smiled at them as he served them their food, petting them and telling them it would be okay. Chandelure's flames almost seemed cold.

He remembered locking himself in his room and pulling his blanket over his shoulders, gripping it as he wept violently.

Looking back on this memory was difficult.

"Distressed, horrified.." Emmet replied, "It was the worst feeling in the world…"

"How do you feel now that you may have found a new lead on the case?"

For the past few days, Emmet has felt many emotions. Excitement, stress, curiosity, but most importantly…hope. He was determined to find Ingo, no matter what.

"I am hopeful, and I am determined." Emmet said, "I am hopeful that I will be able to find Ingo and I am determined to do whatever it takes to do so"

Mesprit titled its head, putting a hand to its chin almost as if it was thinking, then it spun around, flicking its tails.

"Kyuaaaan!"

Emmet was a bit confused, before he heard the voice again

"Well done! I have looked at your emotions, and believe you to be quite in-touch with them." Mesprit stated, "Go on to the other lakes if you haven't already, then go to the old ruins in Mt. Coronet."

Then, Mesprit vanished.

Emmet blinked, sharing a glance with Eelektross.

That was…strange.

But..he was able to speak to Mesprit!

Now he supposed he should make his way to his next destination

Emmet had now gone through Route 213. It was a around midday now. Emmet and Eelektross had made their way through some more trees, and past a restaurant, before quietly making their way through the passage and into the lake's proximity.

As before, Eelektross carried Emmet over the water. No Pokémon bothered them, as many of them were Magikarp. Emmet had heard this lake had dried up once, and it put a smile on his face to see all the Water-Pokémon thriving as they were now.

Soon, Eelektross and Emmet got to shore, making their way quietly and carefully through the cave entrance.

The cave looked almost the same as the one before it, and again, there was no Lake Guardian.

Maybe calling out to Azelf as Emmet did to Mesprit would work.

"Hello. I am Emmet." Emmet spoke, "Azelf, The Being of Willpower, I have been told you reside here, and I have a favor to ask."

Again, silence. Then, Emmet heard..a bonk? Emmet and Eelektross faced towards a large rock where he thought it was coming from, alert. Another bonk..and Azelf came flying from behind the rock. Emmet again raised his arm to point at the mythical, as if to say "there it is!". It began to give off that same glow that Mesprit had, tilting its head at Emmet, who lowered his arm. He then heard yet another voice echo in his mind.

"Strange. Humans don't come here often at all."

Azelf flicked its tails, "But yes, I am indeed the Being of Willpower. Tell me, what brings you here?"

Emmet repeated what he said at Lake Verity, "I want to ask you and the other Lake Guardians if you can help me summon Dialga and Palkia, the rulers of Time and Space. I want to summon them so they can help me find my twin brother, Ingo. He disappeared from our home 5 years ago." Emmet continued, "I have already visited Lake Verity and spoken to Mesprit, and it..asked me some questions. But I think it wanted to help me! So please, could you help me, too?"

Azelf was taken aback. This man did give Azelf a strange, small case of deja-vu. Due to the recent disruptions in space-time, Azelf was hesitant to help, but coming to the lakes and approaching itself and its siblings did take quite a bit of willpower. It decided to test Emmet.

"I see. In that case, I want to test you."

Azelf held out its small arms and after a vague light consumed its hands for a moment, in them laid a strange wisp, its colors and glow resembling space, and making strange clicking noises, almost like a clock.

"This creature is finicky, quick, and a good hider." Azelf explained, "I will release it into the cave, and you will need to catch it to gain the approval I want if you want my aid. Do you wish to proceed?"

Emmet nodded firmly, and Azelf flicked one of its tails, letting the wisp go. It quickly flew around the cave, hiding under a rock.  

Emmet strided after it, crouching down and picking up the rock, but as soon as he picked it up, the wisp flew away with great speed, faster than Emmet could turn to see it. He swore he saw some ripples on one of the puddles. Emmet approached the puddle and tried to more gently cusp up what he thought was the wisp, and it was, but it once again flew away. After looking for a moment, he saw some knocked over rocks leading to behind one of the rock formations near the entrance. He tip-toed to the formation, and quickly reached his arm out, but Emmet missed, and the wisp flew away to Azelf, the Being of Willpower cupping it in its hands. Emmet frowned. This continued for a few more attempts, and the wisp kept escaping.

"This is proving to be difficult for you. Will you give up?" Azelf asked

"No, I will not give up." Emmet responded.

"Very well." Azelf said as it let the wisp go again. 

The wisp flew under another rock, this one seeming much heavier. Emmet quietly and carefully approached it, crouching down and trying to heave the rock over. He used both hands and was able to topple the rock over, the wisp pressing itself under the ground.

"I am Emmet, I am not trying to hurt you–", Emmet reached out and tried to pat the wisp, but it flew away.

Emmet heard the sound of water, prompting him to face some of the puddles. He didn't know which one it had gone to by sight, but he could hear a quiet tick-tock-tick-tock sound. Emmet quietly and carefully approached the puddle it came from and crouched down. He couldn't see the wisp, but heard that sound similar to a clock ticking. Emmet quickly reached into the puddle, but yet again, the wisp escaped and flew away. 

Damnit. Had he missed it? He thought he had it cornered. 

It flew up to one of the walls and pressed itself against it, up on top of one of the rock formations. Emmet climbed up the formations, stopping in his track some feet away from the wisp.

"Please, just come here.." Emmet walked carefully to the wisp, who floated a bit away, and Emmet carefully reached out and then attempted to grab it, but his hand phased right through it! Once again, this continued for a few more tries, but once again, the wisp always escaped.

The wisp flew away and back to Azelf's hands once again.

Emmet grimaced. 

"It seems this task may be impossible for you. It may be better to give up." Azelf stated, "Do you still wish to continue regardless?"

Emmet huffed. This was getting verrry frustrating. But giving up was not an option! He could do this, no matter what.

"Yes." Emmet replied, "I wish to continue."

Azelf nodded and opened its hands, the wisp flying away quickly, and Emmet was only able to see the vague direction it flew into. 

It had retreated up onto another one of the rock formations, Emmet saw a few small rocks knocked over. He climbed up and was faced with many puddles and rocks. This wasn't going to be easy. It was a little dark. Eelektross slithered to Emmet's side and bumped him, motioning towards a strange, glittery, almost impossible to see substance on the ground. It went towards a few select puddles.

Emmet waited in silence, barely picking up on the tick-tock-tick-tock sound. It was coming from under a big rock in a larger puddle. 

Of course.

Emmet crouched down by the puddle and the rock. But he didn't try to catch the wisp yet.

"I am Emmet." Emmet exclaimed, "I am here, and I know you are there. I do not want to hurt you. I only wish to hold you, for just a moment".

Then, Emmet, as carefully as he could, used both hands to push over the large rock, and then gently reach into the puddle. Emmet felt a strange, almost jelly-like form, and he gently picked it up.

The wisp stayed in Emmet's hands, albeit a bit surprised he actually caught it.

He caught it. Emmet caught the wisp!

"Kyuaaan!"

Emmet turned around to see Azelf, who seemed pleased with the results of this round of catch-me-if-you-can.

"Well done." Emmet heard Azelf say as the wisp then slithered out of Emmet's hands and over to Azelf, then vanishing.

"I have tested your willpower, and you seem to be a strong, persevering individual." Azelf said, "Go visit Lake Acuity, then travel to the old ruins in Mt. Coronet."

And then, Azelf vanished.

Emmet smiled. He had almost thought he wouldn't be able to do it, but he preserved, and did it anyway. 

Emmet and Eelektross began to exit the cave. They had one last stop until they could reach their final destination in this chapter of their mission.

Now, Route 217. It was snowing here; luckily, Emmet was prepared, and had a set of winter clothes to put on top of his coat, and had his Pokémon in their balls most of the journey so they didn't catch a cold. Emmet made his way through some snowy brush and to Lake Acuity; it wasn't frozen, but there was steam hovering over the lake. This time, Emmet asked Chandelure to carry him over the water with its psychic, as he didn't want Eelektross to get cold, or get lost in the steam. 

As he landed on the shore, Emmet thanked Chandelure and returned it to its Pokéball, releasing Eelektross again. Once again, they quietly made their way through the cave entrance, and as expected, the insides of this cave were also very similar to the two before it, except this time, Emmet and Eelektross almost immediately spotted the designated Lake Guardian; Uxie. It faced away from the entrance, and did not react to Emmet and Eelektross entering the cave. Emmet didn't expect this, and was a bit nervous, again, raising his arm to point at Uxie, Eelektross looking at the Pokémon in wonder. Emmet lowered his arm and glanced at Eelektross, who moved her head, signaling that she would follow Emmet. 

Emmet quietly approached Uxie, stopping a few feet away from it. He again repeated what he said at the previous lakes, adding on necessarily additional information regarding the previous lakes he had visited.

"Hello. I am Emmet." Emmet expounded, "Uxie, The Being of Knowledge, I have been told you reside here, and I have a favor to ask."

After a moment, Uxie turned around to face Emmet and Eelektross, beginning to glow just as the other two had.

"Hello. It has been a while since I have had any visitors." Uxie responded, "I am indeed the Being of Knowledge. Tell me what you are here for."

Emmet continued, "I want to ask you and the other Lake Guardians if you can help me summon Dialga and Palkia, the rulers of Time and Space. I want to summon them so they can help me find my twin brother, Ingo. He disappeared from our home 5 years ago. I have already visited Lake Verity and Lake Valor and have spoken to Mesprit and Azelf. Both of them asked particular things of me, but I believe they are willing to help me. So please, can you help me, too?"

Uxie thought about what Emmet said for a moment. It felt as if it had knowledge of the man Emmet spoke of. There had been errors in space and time recently, and it was unsure if it would be unwise to help this individual, although wisdom did take trial and error. Balancing the odds in its head, Uxie decided it would entertain this request for the time being, and if things began to go south, it would withdraw.

Silence for a moment, before yet again, Emmet heard a voice echo in his mind.

"Very well. However, realize that such things take a certain level of wisdom and thinking." Uxie elucidated, "I will test you on this. Will you proceed?"

Emmet nodded, "I will".

Uxie titled its head to one side, before balancing it normally again

"In how many births are there twins, and in how many twins are they the same?"

This didn't take Emmet long to figure out. As a twin himself, he knew quite a lot about them.

"One in every forty-two births are twins, and one in every three pairs of twins are identical." Emmet answered confidently 

Uxie nodded, flicking one of its tails

"There are many ways to travel, but how many creatures could take you to anywhere you desire?"

Emmet thought about this. Even before he had found out about Hisui, he had done a lot of research on Pokémon that could possibly make someone vanish out of thin air. Psychic and ghost types were likely suspects, but just any ghost or psychic type had its limits. Emmet felt as if Uxie was reflecting off of his own request; "anywhere" didn't mean anywhere in the world, it meant beyond what was considered "normal" capabilities.

Emmet took a moment to form his answer.

"Eighteen," he said eventually, "the eleven Ultra Beasts, Celebi, Hoopa, Jirachi, Giratina, Palkia, Dialga and Arceus."

Once again, Uxie moved its head in the affirmative. After a moment, it spoke again.

"Dialga, Palkia, Giratina and Arceus. The world is made of many shapes. What shapes connect them to their origins?"

This question struck Emmet with nervousness. This was certainly both a riddle and a question at the same time. 

What shapes tied them to their origins…Emmet was about to panic, when it hit him. The orbs and plates! The plates were supposedly "pieces" of Arceus, and the other three had "orbs" that allowed them to transform into what was known as their "origin forms", but Dialga and Palkia's origin forms were never documented.

Emmet became nervous again. He was worried he may get this wrong. As much time as he had spent looking over the orbs, wondering how he could access such artifacts, this was still a difficult question. But to get Uxie's approval, he had to try.

Emmet tried hard to picture the Adamant Orb. If his memory served him correctly, which he prayed it did, on each far-side it had five sides, and was circled by ten more on each side, before having four more, larger sides on its general circumference. That made 34 sides in total.

The Lustrous Orb was simple; a sphere. As were the eighteen plates; they were simply eighteen rectangular prisms.

The Griseous Orb, not so much. Emmet hadn't studied it as much as the Adamant and Lustrous Orbs, but he did remember it was generally spikey in all directions, along with being symmetrical. Picturing it in his head, he remembered it had 10 spikes in its general outline, but could not remember how many spikes it had on each side…damnit! Was this it? Would Uxie let Emmet try again? If he was close enough, would it count?

Emmet swallowed, and took in a deep breath as he formed his answer.

"A thirty-four-sided polygon, a sphere, eighteen rectangular prisms, and…"

Emmet tensed

"An orb with many spikes, 10 outlining its circumference and being symmetrical on each side…"

Uxie was quiet. Emmet began to panic. He was gonna get sent away wasn't he? He squeezed his eyes shut, frowning 

"Kyuaaan!"

Emmet's eyes shot open. Uxie has its small hands put together.

"Your memory is sharp, you must be doing your research! Well done."

A grin spread across Emmet's face, and he felt like he might have fainted right then and there if he wasn't so excited.

"You have stated that you have already visited the other lakes. If this is true, make way for the old ruins in Mt. Coronet."

Then, Uxie vanished.

Emmet was smiling wider than he had smiled in a verrry long time. He had done it, he had really done it! He gained the approval of the Lake Guardians! Now, all he needed to do was get to these ruins they spoke of. Thankfully, Emmet was good at research, and he felt as if he might already know where to go. 

Emmet turned to Eelektross, who seemed just as happy as he did.

"Alright, Eelektross; we have overcome a great feat in this long journey." Emmet exclaimed, "Now, let us aim for victory!"

Emmet and Eelektross turned towards the exit of the cave, and they dashed out. 

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

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[terrence-silver]

Hii sorry for the absence I’ve been on vacation & just started grad school this week <3 your recent ask answers have been giving me LIFE🫶🏻💖

-> When the Levee Breaks (https://youtu.be/uwiTs60VoTM) by Led Zeppelin is SO SEXY. The intro is almost a minute and a half, & the slide guitar effect coupled with the aggressive harmonics: pure sex. I can imagine old man Terry being absolutely swamped with all-valley prep, and younger beloved BLARING this on whatever tech-savvy TV is closest. Terry might be exuding annoyance after being interrupted, however it’s a pleasant surprise once beloved struts in (maybe in one of the outfits you’ve posted on asks?!!) & relieves Terry’s stress with a lap dance. I could also picture Bring it On Home (https://youtu.be/kZnHavrD4vQ) by Led Zeppelin playing directly after this, as Terry’s insistent on a quickie before returning to work.

-> 20th Century Boy (https://youtu.be/t2fyB6ctDi0) by T. Rex and Gloria (https://youtu.be/VlWiQ69DGE0) by Van Morrison & Them remind me of an old dive bar!!!! Specifically Twig (sometime after returning home /before 80’s Terry) would be a frequent patron of the bar that beloved bartended for. The first night Twig stumbles upon the bar with Kreese, the build-up and tension that these songs create, perfectly encapsulate that “take-your-breath-away” moment that Twig feels once he sees beloved for the first time. The feeling of your heart swelling and stomach tying itself into knots overcomes Twig. I can totally see Kreese acting as Terry’s wing-man in this case (as there’s still that naiveness and humbleness to Twig). Luckily the bar isn’t busy, and Terry is able to spend the evening striking up conversation with beloved. From then on out, he makes it a point to visit the bar every shift beloved is there, slowly but surely reeling them into his net.

-> Girl from the North Country (https://youtu.be/Je4Eg77YSSA) by Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash feels so so so so tender and vulnerable. In this instance I could see a younger beloved who might be struggling with confidence due to insecurities, and once old man Terry notices this- he’s so quick to dispute the falsified notions they’ve construed. I think the bittersweetness of this song is so prevalent within the two’s relationship; although instead of an “old lover” I think the loss of time the two have experienced because of their age-gap is an ever-present fear. This song just makes me think of Terry putting together a playlist of how beloved makes him feel, amongst other gestures to voice his adoration and love for them. I can also see old man Terry getting super overprotective of beloved in this instance, as if they’re questioning his taste in romantic partners and more so *your* intellect and capabilities. I think the days of insecurities would be long gone once Terry’s literally instilled confidence into beloved <3

-> Been down so Long (https://youtu.be/bJuDD93JbOw) by The Doors gives unhinged old man Terry vibes >>>>> I can picture Terry wanting to grant beloved the opportunity of being forewarned about a particularly stressful day, he wants them on the edge of their seat the rest of the day; wondering if he’s okay, what that stress will manifest into, how he’s going to react when he gets home? Terry loves the feeling of a cat and mouse game. After he’s returned home from work, I can totallyyy see Terry having THE calmest aura to him while beelining for the turntable. Jim Morrison’s aggressive vocals reverberate amongst the mansion walls as beloved knows what’s next in their game of cat and mouse.

Hope you’re having a wonderful week & have an even better weekend!💖 So appreciative of your page!!!🫶🏻

-Doors girlie <3

Please, don’t apologize! Your gorgeous posts and you were so, so, so missed and whoo, well done for starting Grad school, and well done as always for these lovely recommendations and little mini scenario blurbs. I'm blown away by the sweet, diverse storylines each and every time! I'm greedy and I always crave more. So appreciative of you too! The songs are absolutely beautiful. 💖

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[sbatj]

Bill Cipher: KHB OLVWHQHU! GLGQ'W DQBRQH HYHU WHOO BRX LW'V LQ SRRU WDVWH WR WUDVK WDON SHRSOH ZKR DUH ZDWFKLQJ BRX? Penelope: What the-- Oh, this better not be canon. Bill Cipher: QRW WR HLWKHU RI RXU WRXUQHBV. Penelope: What's that supposed to mean? Discord: Tourney rules are a lot looser here. Isn't it wonderful? Penelope: This is gonna be a long track. Also, who the heck are all those people? Discord: Oh, that's the fun part! ----------------------------- so funny story about this track is it was originally for day 3 but after showing the beta version to viy they decided to help me sorta fix the track so things were synced up more which gave us the blue version so that version sounded so different that it was only tangentially related so we did a living tombstone and split it into a blue track for tourneygami yoda and a red track for sbatj ----------------------------- INTRUDER 23th - discord

- my little pony and its fanworks and spinoffs (neverending strife, welcome to the show, the moon rising, fall of an empire) - chaos and internal struggles (confrontation, the world revolving, turn the lights off, boss boss boss) - disorienting/experimental songs and songs with weird time signatures (basically anything by 100 gecs, ruler of everything, calamitous timelines, hey ya, whipping post, the broken clock) - random source (No idea what a 'sourcelist' is. Greg was constantly talking about this tourney bullshit, but I'm pretty sure the only people that care about these things are losers with no lives. We'll just use whatever the hell we want, because We're making the songs, why the hell would we follow rules?) (I CAN DO ANYTHING!)

(DOOMED 11 - Penelope Scott)

-Post-Y2K Indie Folk, Experimental and Chiptune Artists (Black Midi, Phoebe Bridgers, vivivivivi) -Indie music from 2019 onwards (Heat Waves, Lose Your Head, Guilty Love) -Society, the Mind and Internal Struggles (This Is America, Something For You M.I.N.D., Save Me) -Mysteries and True Crime (Into The Mystery, Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine, Scooby Doo Theme) -The Unknown, The Occult and Music that hurts your ears but not necessarily in a bad way (The Conjuring, The Boys Are Back In Town (To Kill You), The Elephant's Foot of Obnoxious Music)

(INTRUDER 04 - BILL CIPHER)

- Disney Channel & Disney XD shows, along with anything relating to Alex Hirsch (Gravity Falls, Phineas and Ferb, The Owl House) - Anything relating to the mind (Read My Mind, Free Your Mind, Sweet Dreams) - Apocalyptic media (In This Cold Place, As the World Caves In, The Four Horsemen) - Eldritch horror, & media containing eldritch monsters (Cthulu, Severed, Ancient Shadows) - Eyes & triangles (All Eyes on You, Rhinestone Eyes, In Your Eyes)

MUISC: Netcavy - Snowgrave NEO (Discord: Chaos) Juno Songs - Snowgrave NEO (GIGA SPAMTON Theme) WITH LYRICS (Discord: Chaos) 100 gecs - hand crushed by a mallet (Remix) [feat. Fall Out Boy, Craig Owens, Nicole Dollanganger] (Discord: Experimental [Penelope didn't want it]) LiterallyNoOne - (FNF Mod) 100 hex - head hacked by a virus (VS Hex - Glitcher) (Discord: Experimental, Discord/Penelope/Bill Cipher [through The Mind]: Internal Struggles) The Living Tombstone - Discord (Remix) (Discord: Duh, Penelope/Bill Cipher [through The Mind]: Internal Struggles) Eurobeat Brony ft. Odyssey - Discord 2019 (Discord: Duh, Penelope/Bill Cipher [through The Mind]: Internal Struggles) CactusTeam - The Tale of Tortured Minds (Discord: Yes; Penelope: Internal Struggles; Bill Cipher: Disney Channel/XD, The Mind [Internal Struggles], Media with Eldritch Monsters [TFA]) Juno Songs - MEGA-Γ-OVANIA (Γ-TIMATE MIX) (Discord: Whatever we want!, Waluigi Duoigi Cameo: Waluigi) Kaffee - Theovania In The Style Of Your Best Nightmare [Updated]  (Bill Cipher: Eldritch Monsters, The Mind [Internal Struggles]; Penelope: Internal Struggles; LAZYBONES Cameo: Undertale AUs; Evil Morty Cameo: Alternate Dimensions [Fuck You]) SiIvaGunner - Main Menu (AUS Mix) - Fanboy & Chum Chum: Bubble Trouble (Discord: Chaos, Disorienting, Experimental; Penelope: Modern Experimental, Internal Struggles [Fuck You]; Bill Cipher: The Mind: Internal Struggles [Fuck You Again], Media with Eldritch Monsters: TFA) Bronze - pa$$ the time (Discord: Disorienting, Bill Cipher: Alex Hirsch Media, Penelope Scott: Society/Mysteries/The Unknown, Fender Bender Cameo: Adult Animation) Caleb Hyles - ADDICT [Metal Ver.] (Bill Cipher: The Mind [Addiction]; BoJack Horseman Cameo: Addiction; thecomputernerd 01 Cameo: '08-'15 Hits [TiK ToK]; TiKToK Cameo:) Sim Gretina - Fly Away (Sim Gretina Remix) (Discord: Whatever we want!, The Frollo Bros Cameo: Frollo Show Main Cast) GummyNacho71 - ABUSE (YOURBOYSPONGE MIX) (Discord: Whatever we want!, THE PUPPET Cameo: Games They Liked, Boris Johnson Cameo: Too Afraid to Diss, THE PORIFERA Cameo: Nickelodeon [SpongeBob]) Weird Al - It’s My World (Bill: Disney XD, Discord: Chaos [Murphy's Law]) Penelope Scott - Rät (Penelope: Duh)' TOURNEYGAMI YODA - TWO FOUND DEAD IN MIAMI (Bill Cipher: Eldritch Monsters, Masked Wolf/THE CALLOUS AND THE SHARD Cameo: ) MoonStriker - Death’s Theme! (Bill Cipher: Eldritch Monsters, The Mind [Internal Struggles]; Penelope: Internal Struggles; Dead Shufflers Cameo/Guitar Warrior Cameo: Parallel/Alternate Universes, Solar Flare Cameo/Audrey II Cameo: Plants) Turbo - Caramelldansen / Eurobeat Remix (Discord: Whatever we want!, The Matchmakers Cameo: Nightcore) Thomas Chase ft. Steve Rucker - Aye Aye Eye (Bill Cipher: Eyes, Johnny Bravo Cameo: Cartoon Network) Juno Songs - Ballistic WITH LYRICS (Discord: Disorienting, Whitty Cameo: ) Cee Lo Green - Psychotic Hot Tub Freestyle (Discord: Disorienting, Judas Jesters Cameo: Betrayal/Twist Villains) SFX: Jevil saying "CHAOS, CHAOS!" (Discord: Chaos) The Joker singing Jingle Bells (Discord: Whatever we want!, Marvin the Martian Cameo: Warner Bros. Animation) WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?! (Discord: Whatever we want!, Markiplier Cameo:) WEEGEE! (Discord: Whatever we want!, they are not themselves Cameo: Non-VGM Mario) bert - another day, no b*tches (Discord: Whatever we want!, Larry the Lobster Cameo: Nickelodeon [SpongeBob], Memphis Tennessee Cameo: Incelibacy) Sheldon saying "Penny" (Discord: Whatever we want!, Future Tense Cameo: Cringe Culture) STOP POSTING ABOUT AMONG US! (Discord: Whatever we want!, Murderous Intentions Cameo: InnerSloth, Illumongus Cameo: Among Us) The "Did you say chocolate?" scene from Chocolate With Nuts (Reference to Chocolate Machine, Fuzzy Piggles Cameo: Food) Voice Clips from The Dover Boys (Discord: Whatever we want!, 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐌 Cameo: YTP) Discord and Bill Cipher's laughs (Discord/Bill: )

#sbatj #sweet bro and hella jeff #sweet bro and tourney jeff #tscoty #the strange case of tourneygami yoda #tourneygami yoda #doatk #diary of a tourney kid #discord #discord mlp #bill cipher #penelope scott #also a bunch of other guys #like a fuckton #but i won't include them because then i'll run out of tags #also they're just cameos anyway #homestuck au #the note desolation plays #mashup tourney #muisc #crossover #doatktober

[atherix0]

Very exciting news - i converted my main tumblr blog because it was supposed to be a blog for me to try and post about writing and became inundated w minecraft boys so here we are - feral mumbo anon is off anon >:) now i no longer have to worry about hitting the button hehehe

UH SO GRIAN AND MUMBO???? Gayer than hell. Gayer than the devil himself. No normal person sees an ex-engagement gift in their friend's bag and go 'no hes MINE' BOYS THATS GAY YOU ARE BEING GAY

Also all of scars backstory aaaaah. Did i wake up at 3 am and read this again so my thoughts are incoherent at best yes. But lil baby scar and cub were so cuiuuute oh my god two lil 7 year olds just out here makin it til they break it

I do love how the entire time scar was like "I am Aware cub and I share a birthday [i think???], got 🌟 randomly 🌟 paired up as kids, are two entirely different classes, and debuted super early. And hes so smart. And somehow an arranged marriage never crossed his mind. Jesus the DEVASTATION

Also the awkward teen kisses were everything tbh. I love when teenagers are like "*shuffles nervously* i know what im doing" bless them.

But scar???? Telling off the entire elven court in front of them and getting free because of Cleo??? I love it. Brave man, he deserves the world. I cant wait to meet cleo tbh, at least i hope we do. Cleo my beloved. But also i hope we meet the elven king not in a memory because something tells me bird brain and blood brain would do something drastic and dumb, like yell at him. Or punch him. 👌

But also just like, for them to get to sit their and assure scar that their friendship [and love] comes with no strings attached is everything to me. For this to be the moment both grian and mumbo are looking at each other like - "Wait a minute- Scar-?" Cannot wait for them to have that conversation tbh. Imagine looking at your boyfriend, realizing hes got feelings, and being like "oh thank god" if these two dont TALK i am gonna go MAD i am NOT a slow burn girlie pop

Oooooh nice, welcome to non-anon <3 Nice to *formally* meet you~ <3 If only I could be main blog </3

They are SO gay Grian really saw that old engagement jewelry and was like "break it break it breAK IT-" his first thought was really "hold up wait a minute just a sec wait Scar's around my age his ex whatever could still be around I don't Like That(tm)" lmao just wait until Cub actually shows up cough AND YEAH Mumbo was chill until he learned what it meant and then he just. "No" lmao

Writing Elven children is weird cuz you have to find that balance between "super formal society" and "children are children regardless" and just jgfdkl little Scar had my heart while writing <3 little Cub did too ofc just babies <3

[same birth month&year basically but close enough to same day for beings that live 700+ years <3 Elves are so long-lived that it's not UNusual to be born in the same year but definitely not the norm, but to be born in the same month is like. Very unusual <3] Have I mentioned that Scar can be so oblivious lmao BUT ALSO to be FAIR to him, he knows absolutely no one who has ever been in an arranged marriage, his cousins are between 5 and 200 years older (the King is his great great great grandfather lmao there's a lot of gens there and long lived species whoo) than him and only a handful of them are married to people they chose so poor thing literally looked at this situation like "Grandfather wouldn't invite just anyone to the Palace especially when he's so overprotective... I'm sure that doesn't mean anything for me specifically" lmao But like. For him it wouldn't have been that BAD if they had just TOLD him, because if he had known from the start he'd have seen it as him and Cub making the best of an unfair situation, but because he was never told until the engagement day every Moment(tm) between them felt like a LIE which </3 Hurts so bad- Also Scar being aware of the class difference I knew needed addressing at some point which is also why it's important that Cub made the first move, even though Cub was already aware that he would end up marrying Scar and Scar wasn't kfdsjlk

hgjkfdgjk precious children just trying to act like mature grown ups but at the end of the day they're still teenagers who have no clue what they're doing and share awkward nervous kisses <3

The fact that literally the only people who TRIED to stop him were the King, his mother and to a degree, Cub (though what was Cub going to say, I wonder...) even though the Court was full of their most immediate family? I mean. If that doesn't speak to something Scar hadn't noticed at the time- :) Cleo really had this little knobby teenager come to them with an engagement piece in his hair and break down about how his entire life has been a lie and everyone he thought loved him was just using him and said "This is not happening. Nope, not happening. Run, kid" Cleo is my absolute beloved <3 I love them. Now I wonder why Scar is so hesitant to meet up with them... :) Haha we definitely haven't seen the last of the Fae King. Unfortunately for Grian and Mumbo, if there is ever an OP character in this series, uh, it's definitely the Fae King. (Not OP enough to save Scar tho </3 rip) And meeting him might not be under the best circumstances... :) I wonder how that will be resolved, huh. I hope everyone understands Unreliable Narrator tag means Everything Is Not What It Seems while also not assuming it means the King isn't an ass at the same time

Yessssss <3 we love a good "no strings attached" love story <3 Just three guys who love each other very much and have no ulterior motives <3 HAHA yes <3 them just looking at each other like "ohh okay I see, this is good" jkgfdlkfdsk NOT A SLOW BURN GIRLIE how have you survived 90k+ words without a single Scar-Kiss <3 Did the accidental flirting and the bite tie you over my friend <3 hhhahjfd-

#ask #midnight series #hermitshipping #mumscarian

[shirpowbra]

Updateee :> (prepare, it's gonna be a long one)

heyoo, I know I said before I'll give you all an update but things have been escalating downhill rather fast on my end and I'm quite, well, overwhelmed how to put it into words

well first things first, the maid we hired for my grandma ran away and took some cash from her, didn't even have the audacity to close the gates of our house when she did. I got too busy in helping with the chores around the house which are many. Luckily tho, we have cameras installed and she left most of her important documents to us so we could make a pretty solid case against her.

And the second one, whoo boi.

My...mom is in the hospital. There were lumps found in her uterus in the past and all of a sudden they all just came out one day. She was incredible pain so we had to rush her to the ER right away. I have to be left behind to the house in taking care of everything in the house. That's why I haven't been able to draw these days, even though I miss it a lot haha.

A lot of people have been visiting the house out of concern, though they're mostly there for my mom and grandma. Sure, they'd leave food for us but it mostly felt like just a way to stroke their egos and stuff, I dunno. They didn't even try to ask how I felt about everything if I'm being honest, but maybe it's just that I didn't really open up to all of them...they all come from church and if I show them a slight hint of "worldliness" I'd be lectured, and boy I don't want any of that. Guess you can call me shallow for thinking like this.

In all honesty...I really don't know how to feel right now. My mom, well my whole family, aren't the best people to be around with. Whenever I'd call them out on their BS, I'd be gaslighted and I'm left questioning if everything I'm feeling right now is valid. An individual is valid to not forgive someone who wronged them, but if you say that to my family, they'll see you as someone who's selfish.

I kinda wanna be happy that this happened to her, yet there's this nagging thought behind my head telling me that I shouldn't... I know I'd be a bad person for thinking that, my sister's already does that's for sure. I guess (emphasis on "guess") I could try and forgive but I don't know if I could still love them just as before.

My mother's still alive...just, barely. The doctors couldn't operate to remove the lumps off her because her hemoglobin levels are pretty low so we'd prolly have to wait till June or July for it to rise. They'll maybe come back home soon next week since staying over in the hospital for weeks now cost a lot.

I'm gonna be honest...I'm scared of the inevitable. Scared that there's not gonna be much hope of me and my mom reaching to an understanding and scared that none of my relatives would take me in when it happens because they'd rather tend to their own business and all. They never bothered to help us with grandma's needs...why would they help me now?

I'll still be posting stuff, though I think they're mostly drawn from months before and I wish y'all would like 'em. I think I'll also make a few announcements here and there and hopefully I'd be able to draw or make some art again. I do miss it and it helps me get my mind off things.

I've finally let out all of my thoughts, and I know it seems uncharacteristic of me, but...please pray for me. Whatever happens, I just wish that everything would turn out okay in the end.

[saltiestcoconut]

✨💞💝🕯️💌 for the fic writer ask!

Oooooo nonny! Thank you so much for all those questions! If you don't mind I'll just shove all the answers under a read more break to save space lol

I'll also won't be answering the heart ribbon question because I already answered that one 💖

✨️ What's a fic you've posted you wished you could breath new life into again and have people talking about it? (Or simply a fic you wish you got more credit)

Hmmm I don't care too much about the amount of attention me or my fics get (I have to not care to stop myself from getting discouraged) but I really do wish I could think up of a plot or something for Till Do Us Part I think I just might end up rewriting that or SOMETHING cause I love the fics premise so much I'm just horrible at plot lol

💞 What's the most important part of a story for you? The plot, the characters, the world building, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

I don't know how you would classify this but stories have to be engaging/interesting for sure! I'm not super hardcore picky about tension and stuff but stories have to at least pique my interest within the first chapter or so else I'm going to put it down and not pick it back up lmao that said I also can't stand when a story has good pacing but then looses it and don't pick it back up for a good amount of time so pacing is pretty important to me too while I prefer fast paced stories that throws shit at you one thing after another (which is why I adore vrains and zexal) but I also don't mind when stories slow down ya know as long as it's still interesting and there's promise of excitement soon or something idk

🕯 Was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

Omg idk if I talked about this before but writing a fic venus was kinda hard on me cause I knew what I wanted the characters to be but I didn't really know what I wanted them to do (surprise surprise I also struggle with this a lot) but after talking about it extensively with venus it kinda just spiraled out of control to this whole ass large au that kinda writes itself now and whoo boy was it unexpected but beautiful I'm still in the process of writing it lmao and am so excited to post it but hhhhh it's slow cause I'm scatterbrained and get stuck easily lol its fine I'll figure it out (in case yall haven't guessed it's my Yoshiwara au which I've talked about before)

(Oh wait I just realized that the candle emoji is associated with two questions hey nonny was this the question you wanted me to answer or did you want me to answer the other one? Feel free to send another ask if you wanted me to answer the other one I don't mind answering both)

💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Listen I could probably share something involving my Yoshiwara AU cause there's been a lot of scenes I've already written that I've really liked and I'm just soooooooooo excited about it BUT instead I'll share something else because it's something different

See there's a fic I've written a bit of that has two different endings that readers can choose for themselves because I couldn't decide which ending I wanted to write lmao

It's an aiyusa canon divergence taking place what three weeks after ai v pm final duel

(Since it was inspired by a gintama arc conclusion it does include gintama-style comedy the italicized dialogue is mental communication)

#tbh im not completely happy with that branched ending wip but i need to at least finish it before i can ask friends for their opinions lmao #i do hope i can at least post it at some point i think putting a fic like that out there would just be a nice change of pace #hmmmm #into the writing void you go #ask and ye shall receive #im starting to think i need a better writing tag for my own person works fdlksjklj or maybe an ask meme tag hmm