#the layout is so jacked this time.

[tteokdoroki]

✩ — ANGELS SHOULD NEVER FALL THIS FAR FROM HEAVEN ⁀➷ everyone believes satoru gojo to be an angel. your mother considers her new son to be a blessing, even if he’s bratty and spoiled. but never once did think teasing him would make your step-brother to act on such ungodly desires. (3.2K)

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, pwp, college!au, religious imagery, step-cest, groping, fingering, ‘just the tip’, exhibitionism, clothed sex, male masturbation, slight degradation, bratty behaviour, use of oneesan, unprotected sex, ruined orgasms, cumplay, fem!reader, step-bro!gojo.

things to note. lol sorry it’s been a while !! trying a new layout also posting this into the void while i work on kinktober eee !! idk i’ve had a rough time trying to write a one shot so im glad i could make this !! special thanks to @kishibye for beta reading. i hope you enjoy this bestie boos ily <3

“what are you doing?” there’s a sharp edge to the tone of satoru’s voice, splayed across his tongue that holds back a stream of curses. his eyes speak fury in their piping hot flames of wild cerulean as he watches you enter the kitchen and shoot straight for the snack cupboard.

you can feel the weight of his gaze as it crosses the slopes of your body, from the back of your head, twirling around your curves before ultimately falling to your behind.

playing innocent, you stand on your tip toes and grasp at the bag of chips you’re after. the ones on the top shelf. “whaddya mean ‘what am i doing’?”

“what do you mean what do i mean?” your step brother retorts childishly, as if you’re two kids fighting on a playground at recess.

you click your tongue and pay him no mind. “don’t be such a baby, satoru,” you wave a hand in his face in a haughty manner. “use your big boy words.”

gojo suppresses a whine when your shirt rides up and reveals your skin to gorgeous eyes. he lets it gargle around in his throat like the sting of cool mouthwash, before striding over to you — grabbing the chips and slamming the cupboard shut so hard it makes you jump.

“you can’t just walk around dressed like that.”

he gestures to your get up — the clothes you wear when nobody’s home. your sapphire silly and scallop-edged panties, your old and ratty band t-shirt haphazardly thrown on.

“why?” you turn around to come face to face with your younger (step)brother, noting the way his stare hones in on the plush meat of your thighs as you squish them together — leaning back against the kitchen counter.

“my friends are coming over.”

“so, what’s the big deal?” there’s something about pissing gojo off that entertains you. he’s a brat by all means, raised with a silver spoon in his mouth and daddy’s dollars tucked into his pockets. whenever there’s a problem, all it takes is a classic ‘toru temper tantrum and your parents are on the scene to fix things for him. he’ll never know the hardships of being raised by a single mother, always having a little less than most. he walks around in his own little bubble of riches - and you can’t help but want to pop it. “shoko thinks i’m cool and geto will probably jack off to me later. it’s whatever.”

“but it’s not whatever,” you can practically see satoru fight the urge to stomp his foot like a petulant child — even going as far to have the audacity to pout down at you. “you’ll just embarrass me. so do us both a favour and put some clothes on, nobody wants to see all that ‘round the house.”

“do you own this house?”

“no but i-“

“but your daddy does. and daddy isn’t here! so shut up, satoru!” jabbing a finger into his chest, you smile up at your not-so-little little step-brother, evilly. “i make the rules.”

“oh fuck you. all you do is mooch off of my dad, princess. you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your mom whoring it out for him.” he sneers in response, upper lip curling into a distasteful snarl like a dog with a stranger on its territory. his words, though cruel and foul, are far from the truth and you know that he doesn’t mean it. satoru is a brat that throws acid laced words at anyone who gets in his way — yourself included.

even though you agree that your parents tied the knot all too fast — barely giving the two of you a chance to get to know each other as siblings. they were in love and far too happy for the rivalry between their children to get in the way. you know that the fact pissed gojo off to no end, he hated how your mother doted on him and how he’d always needed to fight for his father’s attention. now it certainly wasn’t ever going to be on him. but the two women in his house instead.

your poor, spoiled, baby brother.

however, you won’t let his words and how he projects onto you, hurt you. “whoops! looks like i dropped my will to give a fuck!” whilst pretending to drop your snack, you bend over in front of him to reveal inches of beauty marked and blemished flesh, drawing hungry seafoam eyes to the bounce of showing your ass — testing your little step brother. “i don’t care satoru, i’m older.”

satoru’s mouth snaps shut after moments of wordlessly opening and closing. he stands frozen on the spot, as if he can’t seem to process the very idea that his older step-sister had just flashed him to prove a point.

but just when you think you’ve won, the silver-haired brat is pressed right up behind you, forcing your body to bend over the cold marble counter that instantly has your nipples hardening against the icy surface. heat rushes to your face, blossoming just under the barrier of your skin as his hard on nestles it’s way between your ass cheeks — a symphony of your surprised squeaks echoing through the modern kitchen.

“hey! what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

instead of responding, he pushes your head down against the counter — circling his increasingly wet erection against your behind, manhandling the globes of flesh back onto his dick. “not so fun, is it.” he coos down at you, voice chilly and full of condescending highs and lows. “yanno…you’re awfully mean to me.”

saliva pools on your tongue, weighing it down in your mouth like a paperweight as satoru’s girth slips downwards, seedy tip brushing over panty clad and your swollen clit. “aren’t oneesan’s s’pposed to take care of their baby brothers?” his breath is hot and ragged against your ear as gojo haunches over you, caging you in like a wild animal as you thrash and writhe under his touch.

you can’t even bring yourself to feel an ounce of shame when gojo’s left hand dances between your tangled limbs and slips past the frilly band of your underwear — ghosting over the throbbing pearl laying between your sticky pussy lips. “step…step brother!” you whinge at the tingle of pleasure that blooms in your lower tummy and spreads like angel wings throughout the rest of your body. 

satoru takes turns playing with you, alternating between his nimble, skilled fingers and his seedy girth that smears precum all over your inner thighs and panties. “like that even fuckin’ matters.” he laughs, twisted and proud. “could you get off like this? yeah i think you could…. you’re already so wet. just from grinding on your little brother’s cock.”

your legs grow shaky at his ministrations, beads of your juices oozing from your empty entrance to stain the man’s sweats, slicking him up as if it’s a signature of your claim. “‘toru!” you gasp, eyes rolling back into the depth of your skull. “m-more.”

“look at how fast you fold for me…” he pushes up your shirt so that the fabric pools around your waist — pawing at the fat there, massaging your hips softly as if he isn’t violently, cruelly rubbing one out on your achey pussy. “i don’t think you’re in a position to ask me for more, big sis.” satoru taunts, a heavy hand coming down on the bare skin of your ass, leaving a raw handprint in its place. “such a nasty slut, i bet you’d let me fuck you like this too. out in the open, where anyone could catch us.”

you yelp in surprise at the feeling of gojo’s messy, cream coated cockhead nudge at your entrance from over your panties — a slender finger pulling the soaked material to the side so he can fuck you with his tip. “oh, i bet you’d like that, huh baby?” he continues to purr, jutting his hips forward ever so slightly — feeding your greedy cunt a few more inches of him. satoru’s barely sheathed inside of you, but you’re already stretching deliciously around what he’s given you. he’s fat, girthy just as he is long and his mushroom tip drags along sensitive spots in your walls you didn’t even know you had.

 he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

you sob, wail and writhe on your little step brother’s cock, nails clawing at the marble counter while your breath escapes you. “satoru, please fuck me. ‘m sorry… sorry—!”

“shh big sis, you’re being too loud,” he cups a hand over your mouth. gojo eases two digits past your plump lips to pacify your cries as he shallowly pumps his wet cock into the heat of your sex — gritting his teeth to hide his own moans. “we…fuck, you’re tight as shit… we wouldn’t want my friends to know that you dress like a slut for my cock, would we?”

you shake your head with a muffled moan, suckling the taste of yourself from gojo’s fingers and breathing heavily through your nose. “no, we wouldn’t. that’s right. good girl, oh shit.”

satoru laughs, a little cocky and a little drawn out in a long, whiny whimper over the wet slap of the backs of your thighs in the front of his own. but he trembles from behind you, like his legs are about to give out every time your creamy cunt sucks a little more of him in. it’s a miracle he’s managed to hold you both up.

guilt wracks your body intertwining with the red blood cells coursing through your veins and carrying limited oxygen to your brain — your head practically empty at how your little brother ruins you on half of his fat cock. this isn’t right, this is completely wrong and yet you feel yourself coming undone — weak in the knees and shaky in your lips, the dam in your lower tummy threatening to burst at any second and flood the room in an erotic river of your arousal. 

pushing your head off of the counter, you lean into satoru, throwing your ass back onto him in rhythm with the harshness of his thrusts. everything is hotter, heavier and you can’t even think about how much of a bad step-sister you are when he’s dominating your body like this. the silky locks of satoru’s silvering hair press against your shoulder and he wraps a fist in the fabric of your shirt to pull you further back onto his cock. 

“‘m gonna c-cum, oh god!” you squeal, flinching as your juices crudely slap against the kitchen floor. “i’m so close!”

he pants into your ear like a desperate dog, fully wrapping himself around you and trapping you against the counter so that you have nowhere to go except towards your high. “yeah?” gojo breathes heatedly, temperate breath cascading over the back of your neck and only adding fuel to your fire of desire. “i can tell, you get like this. all needy ‘n cute when you’re about to cum.” 

his words have you clenching around his bulbous tip every time it pushes up against the pleasure spots you didn’t even know you had — your arousal catching in the pretty blue veins that spiral around the length of gojo’s shaft. “you don’t think i can’t hear you, big sis? late at night when you think everyone’s sleepin’….” his whistle tone moans are quickly replaced by deep growls and grunts that only just manage to escape from between the gritted rows of your step brother’s pearly whites. “when you stuff those tiny fingers into that tight little hole and—“

he reaches down between your mess of slick soaked limbs to land a harsh smack against your quivering pussy, sending the foamy ring of white where your bodies join flying about the place. “—and make yourself cum to the thought of me?” he continues, breathing ragged and laughing at you again when you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“s-satoru!”

he soothes you with quick circles over your swollen clit and kisses to your shoulder — being careful not to leave marks. “oh did that hurt, baby? am i  the mean one now?” licking a stripe up the side of your face and tasting the sweat on your glistening skin, satoru rambles on — filling you up with praises and copious amounts of precum. “you know i—fuck— you know i love you. my precious big sister, so fucking good to me. let’s make you cum, yeah?” 

you’re allowed to rut back on him for a little longer, since he loves the sound of his name whirling around messily on your tongue, all high-pitched and sugar coated for him. if only you knew how badly he’d wanted you, how pissed he was when his father went on to marry your mother. gojo has wanted you since the very first night you met — his every waking thought has been carefully carved to lust after you, think of your eyes, your smile, your lips. fuck, everything about you has satoru under some kind of spell. 

“r-right there. right there, t-there!” you chant the words like they’re the a prayer, as if they’re the only ones you know, allowing satoru to throw you through the loop of pleasure until you’re too far gone to stay on the ride. 

angling his slender hips upwards, his cockhead bares down on the gummy centre of your g-spot just has he buries himself inside of you — right up to the hilt. “h-here? this where you want me, big sis?” gojo’s amused gasp turns into a coo when you let out a meek hum of agreement, babling wild nonsense and drooling into the counter you’re pressed against. “mmhm, got you creamin’ around me already. so cute, so good when you listen. when you’re a good t’me, oneesan.” 

the honorific alone has your mouth running dry as if it’s been stuffed with cotton. though the syrupy pap, pap, pap of your sex says otherwise. it tells the truth of your sin.

and the thing that you don’t know about satoru is that he loves to give, feeding pieces of himself to you as he fucks you wild in the middle of your family kitchen. he wants you to have all of him, every corner and inch of his body just like he dreamed about. he knows it’s forbidden and that it’s wrong, but he can’t help but relish in the feeling of your pretty pussy sucking him in so selfishly, greedily clamping down on his thick base. 

he would give you anything. anything you wanted and asked for if you’d let him. his hands slip from your waist to intertwine with yours splayed out on the cool marble surface, using his last spurts of energy to drag you towards your orgasm and the deep depths of sinner’s paradise. 

“fuck me, fuck me, baby.” he growls possessively against the shell of your ear. “let go for me. lemme see how much you love your little brother—“

the crescendo of your pleasure is at an all time high, about to come crashing down on you like a tonne of heavy bricks. 

that is until the door bell rings, accompanied by the sound of geto’s voice from the outside of the house. “yoo, satoru! open up!” 

you’d think that you’d have been good enough for your little step-brother to keep going — to push onwards and let you cream all over him before he went to attend to his silly little friends. but he flips the script, pulling out of you just as you teeter over the edge to ruin your orgasm.

“no, no, please!” you sniffle, teary eyed with dissatisfaction sitting in your lower belly — the need to cum still there but the feeling of emptiness within your dripping walls taking over. “satoru…” you whine.

when you look behind you, he’s too busy finishing himself off — his black shirt between his teeth, sweats hanging low on his waist while gojo palms  his hard and heavy cock as he pleases. 

it’s coated in your arousal, shining under the artificial lighting in the kitchen and you watch with a pout as gojo jacks himself off to the view of your ruined cunt. he thumbs the seedy slit at the centre of his bright red tip, hissing through the sensitivity. he’s a picture perfect vision, appearing as an angel before your very eyes. a mop of halo white hair flop backwards with satoru’s head, rich sapphire eyes locked behind fluttering lashes that glisten with pearls of pleasure filled tears. 

you know not to be mistaken, you know that satoru is more like an incubus than the heavenly being he presents as. the parts of your brain with better judgement see him as the sinner who made you fall from grace, committing such a heinous act. the desperate side of you with a brain full of lust and smoke screens sees your step-brother as a god who controls all of your desires. 

you think you prefer that side of you more. 

meanwhile, a drop of sweat runs a track down the length of satoru’s neck, catching on the curve of his Adam’s apple as he swallows down his euphoric laments. you find yourself jealous that his own fingers are wrapped around his sloppy dick instead of drawing shapes against your aching clit. you envy how good it must feel for satoru when he finally cums. ropes of thick white sling around his knuckles, much paler in contrast to his pearlescent skin tone.

a deep, gravelly moan erupts from his hot mouth like lava, accompanied by curses and the stuttered syllables you recognise to be your name while he finishes himself off. gojo jerks his sensitive cock over your ass to paint you with the last spurts of his release. it’s a claim on you as your step-brother, a way in which he can show you that he always gets his way no matter what.

whilst still recovering, your step-brother drags a slender finger through the puddle of cum he’s left on you, and drags it down to your stretched little hole before pushing it against your overstimulated clit. “hmm, so pretty.” gojo grins, slow and sly, when you twitch and attempt to jolt away from him. then unexpectedly, he lands a hard smack against your bum — revelling in your sweet cry of pleasure, impatience and pain. “go put somethin’ on, will ya, sis? my friends are still waiting outside.” 

“i…i hate you.” you whimper shakily, brain frazzled from the situation. 

satoru might be a spoiled brat, but he’s not mean enough to leave you here a shaky, dripping mess so he helps you to your feet — tenderly fixing the hem of your shirt and panties back into place (failing to wipe his cum off of you beforehand). you’re still pouting from your ruined orgasm once he’s done, and he nudges the underside of your chin with a singular knuckle. 

“don’t worry big sis, i’ll come take care of you later. maybe i’ll even let geto watch since you love prancing around half naked for him too.” he teases, squishing your cheeks as you try to swat at him. “and you don’t hate me, you love me and this cock. clearly.” gojo sings and sends a cheeky wink in your before prancing away to open the door for his friends. 

he pulls his pants up as he goes, not minding the wet patch you’ve left on him. 

whereas, you scurry up to your room before they can greet you and gojo tells them that you’re feeling unwell. 

that day, you learn two valuable lessons: 

one —  never mess with a spoiled brat, it’ll never end well for you and gojo will always get what he wants no matter who pays the bills. 

two — geto really does like to jerk off to you, even more so when he watches his best friend punishes his older step-sister with enough orgasms to make her forget why she was in trouble with satoru in the first place.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[bensonsbobblehead]

Outcry — Spencer Reid X Reid!reader

Pairings; Spencer Reid X daughter!reader

Content warnings: heavy heavy talks of rape/sexual assault, sadness, panic attacks, boys being boys

summary: Spencer’s daughter is sexually assaulted while at school and tries to hide it from him.

a/n; trying to just upload when I can! Hopefully more tmr! Also sorry if the layout is funky I’m uploading from my phone =}

wc; 1.8k

[ masterlist ]

This is what being a woman was, at least now it was. Seeing the world for the real evil it was. Your dad was your protector, so he always managed to keep you safe. No matter what he’d never be able to keep you from them. Men, boys, people with dicks, all of them.

The worse part of it all was having to deal with it alone. Your dad was a FBI agent, your best friend is the unit chiefs son, you knew they would kill whoever hurt you.

Hiding it from everyone you knew was going to catch up to you sooner as in today. It was a normal morning, you forced yourself to exist for half the day.

Already prepared for a nap before you fully wake up. As you get up your dad opens the door catching you off guard. It scared the shit out of you.

Jumping as he opened the door Spencer took notice fast. He knew something was up, of course he knew.

He noticed how jumpy you were particularly around boys, not even wanting to spend time with Jack anymore. Spencer also noticed how quiet you were now.

Always being the loudest and silliest in the room to almost nothing, it concerned him a lot.

“Goodmoring love, I made your lunch and packed up your bag from last night, also you can come right to the office after school.” Spencer smiled as you listened quietly,

“Ok thanks dad.” You said as you got up walking past him to the bathroom. It wasn’t always like this, you weren’t always like this but this is what happens when you’re raped during during cheer practice.

You felt it was no point in saying anything, considering the fact they are both the most known and a very well liked boys at school, it’s no point.

It hurt you alot having to see then in the halls, you started taking the longer way to class because of it.

Justin was a piece of shit but he was on the football and baseball team so that meant he could do no wrong. Dyllan his little puppet was also a piece of shit because he did everything Justin told him. You quickly got ready for school and headed out to start the rest of your day.

For Spencer he was just worried about you. Your shyness, quietness, and jumpiness wasn’t putting his mind at ease. Just like you he swallowed it down and headed to the office.

The case was as bad and it was local. Boys from schools around the area have been being murdered for what the team thought was for being weak.

The unsub was killing the boys because he didn’t think they were strong enough. They started with interviews at local schools and moved out more. They had a few to interview at your school.

The focus was the baseball team because most of the boys murdered were all on different baseball teams.

Justin Brown, Caleb Washington, and Dyllan Smith were all taking to the station for questions. First was Caleb he didn’t do it but they later discovered the boys were being told to show they aren’t weak or die. Caleb had to beat his younger brother in order to live.

The case honestly killed Spencer and anyone else with kids. Knowing how evil the ones around you are no matter the age. Next was Dyllan, which was interesting because he’s Justin best friend.

Dyllan got in interrogation and cracked completely. Telling Spencer and Morgan that it was Justin’s idea to do it and he didn’t mind helping him. First Dyllan had to pass Justin test to make sure he wasn’t going to switch on him.

“So, if you’re here what did Justin make you do?” Derek asked the boy,

“He told me I had to take a virginity from any girl at school.”

“So, he dared you to get a girlfriend?” Morgan asked sarcastically

“No he knew I wouldn’t be able to do that so he picked a girl from our schools cheer team and made me do it to her in the locker room. I could tell she was a virgin so I knew he wouldn’t think I was weak.” Dyllan said as if he did a good job for raping a girl.

Morgan and Reid freezing completely, Dyllan not even knowing he confessed to rape.

“Do you know the girls name?” Spencer spoke up knowing you and your best friends are on that team.

“He said it was Y…. y/n! Her name was y/n! He held her down while I had sex and he said I would be the strongest of them all” He said confessing more and more.

Dyllan really had no one but Justin all he wanted was his approval no matter what it was. Justin obviously knew this and just took advantage of him. You still wanted to kill them both for what they did to you.

Before he could continue Spencer sped across the table chocking Dyllan against the wall.

“I am going to kill you with my bare hands.” He said as he grabbed him by his neck. Morgan moving fast but not as fast. Everyone was angry at what was just said. The team was your aunts and uncles so they didn’t see anything wrong with Spencer reaction. After a few moments Derek pulled Spencer off and they both exited the room.

“Where’s Justin, I need to see him.” Spencer said frantically to Hotch.

“Spencer you know I can’t let you do that.” Hotch said firmly while trying to ccalm Spencer down.

“Aaron, he .. raped my daughter. My little girl, she’s been so closed off and quiet, he did that to her! I need to see him!” Spencer yelled at Aaron surprising everyone.

“Spence, maybe you should try to calm down for when Y/N get here.” JJ said looking at the time knowing you and jack always came here after school. It was only about 30 minutes before you’d be coming to the bullpen.

Taking JJ advice he removed himself from the situation and sat at his desk waiting for you. Staring at the picture of you and him with ice cream all over your mouths making silly faces.

It was from your 13th birthday party at Dave’s house when he brought an ice cream maker. It was the best day of your life thanks to your dad. His heart was aching at the pain you must have been in. Spencer dealt with some of his worse moments alone he never wanted the same for his child.

It was only 30 seconds until you’d be coming up on the elevator. The entire team finishing the paper work from the case as you walked into the bullpen. All heads snapped toward you with sympathetic faces.

“Hi everybody” you said quietly giving a short smile to everyone you seen.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” JJ asked as she approached which wasn’t off, you always talked to your Aunt JJ.

“I’m fine Aunt JJ” you smiled keeping you short and sweet as walked pass to go see your dad.

“Hey dad” sitting down in the chair next to him. As he replied and smiled at you. Everyone is being so weird.

“Why is everyone being so sad towards me?” You asked curiously, but before your dad could answer Justin and Dyllan were being taking out in handcuffs.

Your body was moving before your brain could, you were there again, in the locker room.

“Heeeeyyyyyy y/n” Justin taunted you as he walked passed you got up quickly and moved backwards away in a frantic matter almost knocking over the things on the desk behind you.

Your breathing was heavy and it felt as if you’d been punched in the stomach.

“No, No, please stop, I don’t want to I don’t want to.” You said as you curled into yourself on the floor in the corner. You wanted to just go home and lay in the bed for the rest of your life. Why did this happen to you?

You had noticed everyone watching you lose it but you didn’t care.

Your dad walked over to you and went to put a hand on your shoulder. Grabbing his hand quickly before he could touch you.

“Don’t touch me! Get off of me now!” You punched, screamed, and kicked just wanting the feeling of Dyllan and Justin off of you.

You were strong but Spencer didn’t mind getting punched in the face by you. Of course he knew the ins and out of trauma and ptsd. Not just his extensive knowledge but his own past.

“Y/n it’s me. Your dad I promise I won’t hurt. You’re at the BAu and you’re safe sweetie, your dads here.” He said softly being you back to reality. That’s when you broke In his arms.

It’s only been a few weeks since you were assaulted and you had been by yourself the entire time. Emily, JJ, and Morgan were all surrounding you hearts also broken.

“He raped me daddy” you cried into his shoulder

“Him and Justin raped me at the end of practice, I’m so sorry for not telling you.” you broke even more you needed your dad you would just never admit it.

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t have to tell me if you couldn’t.” He said squeezing his daughter tighter. After that you both got up and headed home.

You quickly went to go shower the day off as your dad prepared your favorite dinner.

Spencer was nothing but heartbroken, he hated that this happened to you. Worse of all he couldn’t take away your pain. After your shower you quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen.

You came out in a hoodie and sweats as you seen your dad pulling the pizza out the oven.

“Oh hey, I made your favorite.” He said turning to you with a smile. You not responding back, now that he knew you felt icky. Grabbing plates and drinks he brought it over to the counter and you both started to eat. The room was almost silent.

“Don’t look at me any differently please” you finally spit it out. You didn’t want to be looked at as a victim or someone you needed to wear kid gloves with.

“You are y/n and you always have been. You’re my daughter and I will never ever see you any differently.” He looked up from his plate with quickness reassuring her.

“Can I hug you?” He asked, you quickly got up and embraced your dad,

“I’ve got you always bug.” Hugging you even tighter, it finally felt like you could get through this.

[kissesforsatoru]

Yandere Ran tying up his virgin girlfriend who never even had a boyfriend and finally agreed to sleep with Ran after waiting for 4 months 👉🏼👈🏼

TIE ME UP, LAY ME DOWN | wc : 3.4k

HAITANI RAN x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ ran has been so patient. so, so reassuring and attentive with you. he deserves a nice little reward, and you give it to him in the form of fluffy, purple handcuffs.

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, thoughts about non-con but no actual non-con, bondage (handcuffs), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, ran has a big dick, dirty talk, virgin! reader, somewhat shy reader turned into a slut, ran is a tease, but so is reader lowkey, praise, he calls you a good girl a few times, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, sweet thing, and reader calls ran "ran baby"), way too much kissing, not joking guys there's a shit ton of kissing, bad grammar. this is not edited. please let me know if i missed anything.

note : pls pls ignore how bad the layout is on pc, i don't know why it looks like that and i can't figure out how to fix it 😭

ran loves to kiss you.

he loves the feeling of your lips against his, with you shyly following along ‘cause you've never done this shit before. he loves your cute little noises whenever he presses into you a little too aggressively or licks along your lips for you to open up. he loves the feeling of your body under him, the warmth of you and the way you squirm cause the kiss is just too much for you to handle. he especially loves the taste of you. he goes crazy whenever you give him a little passage, parting your pretty lips for him to delve his tongue inside and lap and taste and savor how fucking delicious you are. and god, you’re the most delicious thing ran has ever tasted.

he gets so fucking turned on whenever he kisses you, and it drives him crazy. he's never gotten so hard from a little kissing before, but you– you make him feel like his dick is gonna fall off because of how hard it is.

you never let him go too far though, never let him get past a barely heated make out before you start pushing at his chest and grabbing at his arms that've dipped under your shirt, telling him that you aren't ready.

ran loves you, he's downright crazy about you, really, but he'll really die if he has to shamefully go jack himself off while thinking of all the nasty things he wants to do to you one more time. it’s not good enough; his hand and thoughts can only do so much compared to the real thing that he’s fantasized about plenty. he wants to utterly ruin you, but you just won't let him.

he’s had thoughts in passing to just pretend he doesn’t hear you when you tell him to stop, let himself get lost in you, kiss his way down your body, pin you under him and shove his cock all the way in and fuck you nice and rough. whisper dirty things in your ear and humiliate you till you’re crying as you cream around his cock. but ran knows that you would hate him if he did that, and that kills him. he’s got you right where he wants you, and he refuses to ruin that because he’s horny. abnormally horny, yes, but sex still isn’t worth his relationship with you. he’s worked too damn hard to convince you that he’s not a playboy using you for sex for him to go and do exactly that.

so, whenever you tell him not yet, he pulls away, withdrawals his hands from your godsent body, kisses you sweetly on your forehead and then tells you, it’s okay baby, we can wait as long as you need. even if it’s bullshit and he really can’t fucking wait to have his cock buried deep inside of you, he still says it, reassures you as much as you need. he wants you comfortable with him, wants you to trust him so that he can finally have his way with you sooner than later.

it’s another one of those times where he’s got you pressed under him on the bed and he just can’t get enough of you, licking messily into your mouth and pushing his hands under your shirt to knead your soft, plush skin. you’re whining and squirming, as you always do, trying to kiss him back the best you can, but his kiss is imposing, too needy and too fast for you to really keep up. you’re still pliant though, allowing him to rub his hands on your hips and kiss into you roughly, groaning when you run your hands through his hair and tug gently.

he thinks you’ve come an awful long way from when the two of you first started dating at least. you never used to feel him up or pull him closer, just shyly grab at his shoulders as he kisses you, but now you’ve gotten so bold to tug on his hair when you know how riled up that gets him; it drawls out fluttery moans from him that make you sigh a laugh as you melt even more into the kiss. as much as he loves the feeling though, he hates it when you do that because of how turned on it makes him. you get him all fucked up just to deny him the next second.

he jokes to you all the time about how damn cruel you can be to do that to him, but you always tell him you promise you’ll make it worth his while one of these days. he’s damn set on holding you to that.

“mmh– ran baby, hang on a sec,” you struggle to say through kisses. ran doesn’t pull away still at your protest; he crawls further on top of you, pressing himself against you as he squeezes your hips and keeps placing wet kisses to your mouth. it’s not until you gently push on his shoulders that he groans and finally sits up, looking down at you with a cute little pout.

“’m sorry, just… just hang on a sec,” you say to him as you push yourself up too, panting softly.

“too much? wanna stop already?” he asks you, a disappointed lilt emerging his tone. you shake your head curtly before pushing yourself off the bed. Ran quickly grabs onto your wrists and tugs you back.

“where ya goin’ then, pretty girl?”

“got’ya something. just wait here.”

“give it t’ me later. ‘m not done kissin’ you,” he drawls as he pulls you closer to place kiss you, leaning further towards you to deepen it, but you pull away and push at his hand to let go of your wrist.

“promise i’ll be quick and you’re really gonna like it. we can, uh, kiss some more when i get back,” you scamper out of the room before ran can grab onto you again, hands on your cheeks to feel how warm they are. kissing just gets you so flustered every time, ran does it so sensually and imposingly that it makes you wanna squeal. the warmth in your cheeks only blazes more when you pull out what you got for your boyfriend from the shopping bag, realizing that kissing isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing tonight.

your stomach flutters as you nervously walk back into the room to see ran laying back on the bed. he sits back up and wraps his arms around your waist when you crawl onto his lap, ready to get back to kissing you already, but you hold out a pair of purple, fluffy hand cuffs in front of his face before he can. he takes them from you, looks at them for a second, and then at you with a raised eyebrow.

“baby, what the fuck? what’re these for?”

“saw ‘em in your cart on that porn website when you let me use your computer the other day,” you say looking away from him, “and, uh, i wanna… i wanna try them with you,” you whisper the last part, playing with your fingers to distract yourself from the absolute embarrassment you’re feeling.

“oh yeah?” he smirks, “who knew my sweet little girlfriend was into bondage?”

“ran!” you gasp, smacking his shoulder lightly as you huff angrily, and he laughs.

“what else you wanna do then, baby? you get these just f’me to cuff you or were you hopin’ for somethin’ else to happen too?” he kisses you softly along your shoulder and collarbone, looking up at you through his long, pretty lashes, waiting for you to answer. a fluttery sigh leaves your lips when one of his hands pushes under your shirt and rubs on your hip, while the other rubs on your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy that’s already fluttering in anticipation.

“please don’t make me say it,” you whine, placing your hands gently over his eyes. the way he looks at you jostles all of your feelings and makes your body go haywire—you don’t want him looking at you like that when you’re already so turned on just by the idea of him fucking you tonight. it’s too embarrassing for you to handle.

you squeal when ran suddenly flips the both of you over so you’re now laying under him. he kisses more along your neck and up to behind your ear where he nibbles and licks, drawing out an airy moan from you.

“c’mon, baby, you have t’ say it if you want it,” he coaxes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away to look down at you. his hands are still on you, distracting you from your racing thoughts.

you gulp thickly, and then, “please, ran,” you shiver feeling his cold fingers graze along your tummy just above the hem of your shorts teasingly, and he smirks lazily down at you. you gulp again, “want you t’ touch me.”

ran gently takes your wrists into his hands and clicks the hand cuffs around them, securing them around your wrist to a comfortable tightness before putting them down back on the bed above your head, “i won’t bind your hands to the bed this time, so just be a good girl and keep your hands there 'til 'm done. if y’ move ‘em, i’ll haf’ta punish you, y’ understand?” you whimper softly as you nod your head and ran promptly grabs at the juncture between your neck and chin, squeezing lightly in warning, “words, pretty girl. need you t' use your words.”

“yes, i understand,” you whisper shyly, jutting out your lip in a pout, but ran only kisses you, whispering praises against your lips for obeying him.

pulling away from you, ran crawls down your body, pushing up your shirt as he does. he takes a handful of one of your boobs before leaning down and placing gentle kisses on your tummy, just above the hem of the spandex shorts you’ve got on. you hum as your stomach flutters whenever his lips graze lightly against a sensitive area. he slowly trails kisses further down, kisses just above your pussy and along your thighs, until finally, he places a drawn-out kiss on your clothed clit.

an airy gasp escapes your lips that quickly turns into a dreamy moan when rans tongue dips out and licks a small stripe over your clit. you get the urge to move your hands already, wanting to grab onto him and threat your fingers through his hair, but you don't; instead, you squirm and huff as he continues to press his tongue into you and lick, now going from your entrance to the very top of your cunt.

you feel him smirk as he kisses your clit on last time before pulling away, "sensitive already and i've barely done shit. you really are a virgin, aren't y' baby?" he teases, and you pout.

"jus' feels good, don't tease me," you huff.

"'m not baby, jus' means 'm the only one that gets to make y' feel good," he hums and then taps on your thigh, "now, lift your legs f'me so i can take off your shorts 'nd panties." you do as he says and he coos good girl as he pulls your clothes off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

your nerves rear up again as he looks down at you, and you have half a mind to close your legs and hide yourself from him, but his hands ar planted firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open. you watch shyly as he licks his lips and settles himself between your legs, his face right in front of your glistening pussy. you jolt and shiver feeling the warmth of his breath fan across your sensitivity.

"such a pretty pussy, and 'ts all f'me" he whispers, and then his mouth is on you, latching onto your clit and sucking--hard. almost, almost your hands move from where they lay on the bed, be the warning from earlier rings in your mind, making you clasp your hands together and push them into the bed. you know if you move he'll stop eating you out. the pleasure coursing through your body as he laps and sucks and slobbers all over your cunt feels too damn good to give up.

ran wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you further into his mouth, drawing more moans from you. his tongue dips into your entrance for just a second before he pulls it out and drags it between your lips to latch back onto your clit where his tongue swirls around and presses into it. your slick mixed with his spit makes all kinds of disgusting sultry noises that are exaggerated as he slurps up all of your juices.

it's not long before you feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, coiling up tightly until you're pushed over the edge and your hips are convulsing against rans mouth. "ran- shitshitshit," you moan out his name as you close your eyes and allow the pleasure to overtake you, but even as you orgasm ran doesn't pull away; he continues lapping at you lazily, enjoying the way your body jolts whenever his tongue rolls over your clit. he only does pull away when you finally come down and sink into the bed with a sigh.

"you taste so damn good, baby. y' wanna taste?" he asks, pushes himself up and crawls over your limp body to kiss you on your mouth, shoving his tongue inside for you to taste yourself on him. bitter, you think, but your pleasure high spurs you on to kiss him back, whimpering softly into the kiss from how sensitive you are.

when he pulls away, he smirks down at you, "you look so fuckin' lewd right now, you know that pretty girl? never thought i'd see y' like this, but fuck do i love it," he says and you fluster, moving your hands finally to cover your face from him. he clicks his tongue.

"hey, didn't i tell y' not t' move your hands, hm? 'm not done with y' just yet, sweet thing," he drawls, hooking his thumb under the chain of the cuffs to push your hands back against the bed, "gonna fuck this pretty little pussy now, can't wait any longer t' be inside y'," you moan when his free hand cups your pussy and he smirks, sitting up to take off his own clothes. his shirt is already off, he rarely has one on when he's with you cause you like his tattoo, and his sweats come off easily, exposing his long, thick cock to you.

you quickly gain coherency back as you stare at him wide eyes. you knew your boyfriend was big, but not this big. "ran baby, will it fit...? 'ts... big." you say as ran tosses his pants in the same place he threw yours and crawls back over you, gently pushing you back into the bed.

"'course it will, baby. I'll make it fit," he says and hum skeptically. "don't worry, i'll be gentle," he tells you, dipping down to kiss you sweetly on your lips. you feel his cock press against your entrance, and you squeak, trying to pull away to see what he's doing, but he only pushes his mouth harder against yours. he enters you slowly and gets halfway in before he stops pulls away from the kiss.

"holy shit, baby, you're so fuckin' tight," he groans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "you gotta relax or my dick 'll fall off," he tells you, kissing lightly at your neck and rubbing softly on your thigh to ease and soothe you a little bit. you breath softly and try your best to relax, and within a few seconds he gets back to pushing into you until the base of his cock presses into you.

"ohhh," you moan softly as he drags his cock back out and then shoves it back in all the way to the base, and then he does it again and again. his pace starts out slow, but he quickly loses himself in your warmth and fucks you faster and faster with each thrust, your sweet moans of his name and babbles of 'so good, keep goin'' spurring him on more.

ran pulls out of your neck and sits up, one of his hands coming to grab at your hips to guide your body along with his thrusts, while the other gathers your wrists and pins them further into the bed as he fucks into you. the new position allows his cock to stroke deeper inside of you, only coaxing more delicious moans from you that ran eagerly swallows up into a kiss.

"so fuckin' wet f'me," he slurs, pulling away to look between the two at the squelching mess of slick and precum smeared all over the both of you, "shit-hah-y' love my cock that much, pretty girl? y're suckin' me back in ever time i pull out," he grunts out and you swallow hard, nodding eagerly, babbling about how much you adore his cock drilling into you in all of the right ways.

you feel drunk on pleasure, drunk on his cock. the way he fills you all the way up, pushes his cock deep inside of you, stretching your pussy around him, feels so fucking good you can't help but choke on your moans, spilling disgustingly loud from your lips, making you sound like a proper whore from a porn video.

"ran, please," you say between moans, your eyes rolling back at a particularly rough thrust, "keep makin' me feel good, please don't stop- gods, ran, y're so deep," you whine, panting hard as you look up at him in time to see his eyes glaze over with unadulterated lust. his grip on your wrists and hips tightens as he pulls out and plunges back into you again at an angle, hitting a spot that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"fuck- y' sound so fuckin' sexy when y' beg me like that, baby," he all but growls, his head falling back as he groans in pleasure. both of you are panting heavily, but the noises are easily drowned out by the slap of skin against skin, and the nasty slosh of all of sweat and sex; it's downright nasty, but the pleasure you feel is too good, too mind fogging for you to really give a shit about what kind of noises the two of you are making.

"ah-shit, 'm gonna cum soon," he tells you, voice straining, "y' gonna cum too, baby? y' wanna cum f'me?" he asks, leaning back down into your neck to inhale your delicious scent as he humps messily into you, grinding his hips on yours to create even more stimulation. he lets go of both your wrists and hips to push hus arms under you and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him into a tight hug as he continues jutting into you.

"fuck, yes, ‘m cumming!" you moan, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. you wrap your legs around his waist as your body begins to writhe, and you orgasm for the second time that night, your body jolting every time his hips rub into your sensitive, worn clit.

as you come down from your high, your pussy pulsates around him and he grunts, quickly letting you go and pulling out to cum hotly on your stomach. you hum and flutter your eyes as you watch him fists his cock, milking it of every last drop of cum. when he's done, he sighs and falls back into you, uncaring of the sticky mess between the two of you.

"god, knew y'd feel good, but shit, i don't think i've cum so hard in my life," he says, still breathing heavily against your warm and tingling skin. you bring your cuffed hands up to stroke his head gently, soothing him for all of his hard work at making you feel good.

"ran baby, can you please take these handcuffs off me before you get comfortable and fall asleep?" you ask him and he shifts to look at you, smirking.

"mm, i dunno, baby, i kinda like you all bound for me. you'll have t' beg me t' take 'em off," he says, and you gasp, smacking him lightly on the shoulder, drawing out a raspy laugh from him as he pushes himself up to take off the cuffs.

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Christmas Cookies

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: Spencer's neighbour gives him a plate of whatever she makes her family for dinner most nights. When he comes home to see smoke bellowing out of her kitchen window, the last thing on his mind is some burnt parchment paper under her Christmas cookies.

Warnings: mutual pining, divorced reader, mom reader, food mentions, cooking, flirting

word count: 2.2k

When he got back from prison, his apartment didn’t feel like home anymore.

It felt tainted… it felt wrong to be there where so many terrible memories took place. He’s been through so much in these 4 green walls and now he can’t stomach being there anymore. 

He spends some time at JJ’s, in her spare room. He sleeps on Penelope’s couch and in the guest house at Daves but he hates feeling like a burden. So, during his mandatory month off, he packs everything up, terminates his lease and rents a new apartment in a tiny complex closer to work. And on the first night, he was there, unboxing everything, he smelled something… something delicious. 

He didn’t pack any food cause he didn’t really have any in the cupboards when he was packing and he hasn’t had time to go to the grocery store yet. So the smell makes his stomach growl, so he follows the smell. Thinking that his neighbour must’ve just got a delivery because it smelled so powerful. 

He knocks on the door, a little nervous but too hungry to care. And a little kid answers the door, probably no older than Jack. “Hi?” 

“Andrew!” A woman yells from inside the house and comes rushing to the door with a dishtowel in her hands. “How many times have I told you not to answer the door?” 

“She’s right,” Spencer agrees with her. “Sorry, I just moved in next door and I wanted to know what that smell is? It smells amazing?” 

“Oh,” the woman softens. “I’m making Carne Asada tacos for dinner…” 

“Oh, oh, I thought maybe you ordered something in 'cause the smell is so strong out here it’s just amazing… and you make it yourself?” 

She nods, a beautiful smile on her face, “I do… actually, we have a lot here, would you like some?” 

“Oh, no, I can’t impose,” he instantly feels bad. 

“I insist! Just wait here, and I’ll put some in a Tupperware and you can bring the dish back when you’re done?” She agrees 

“Okay,” he agrees. 

And that’s how it starts. 

Every few days she brings him over some dinner, he tries a plethora of new dishes and baked goods and it goes on for months. Everyone has noticed the change in him, the tummy he’s gotten from eating home-cooked meals and the smile on his face when he heads out right at 5 to catch the 5:15 train home. 

It’s snowing as he walks from the train station to their apartment building. He can see her kitchen window is open and steam is barrelling out… she’s cooking up a storm today and their building's fire alarm is so sensitive. 

But there’s too much steam, it almost looks like smoke. So he rushes inside, double-timing the steps and almost colliding with her door as he knocks on it. Her son, Andrew, opens it with a smile. “hey— are you okay?” 

“Are you? Is your mom?” He worries. “It looked like there was a fire in the kitchen from the street?” 

He shrugs and lets Spencer in and he rushes right to the kitchen. He knows where it is because the layouts of their apartments are exactly the same. And when he gets there, she’s covered in flower and fanning a tray of cookies where the parchment had caught fire in the oven. “Spencer?” She asks as she sees him. “What are you—

“There was smoke coming from the window as I walked up to the building,” he explains, hand on his chest as he finally catches his breath. “I was scared you had a fire.” 

“Well, I kinda did,” she grits her teeth and panic smiles. “This is the last time I get the cheap parchment paper from the dollar store.” 

“Yeah that doesn’t sound smart…” he agrees, searching the countertops for the packaging. He picks up the box of parchment paper and reads the back. “It’s only good up to 250 degrees, your cookies are at 375 so yes, they’re going to burn… I have some real expensive parchment that came with a gift basket when I moved in, do you want it?” 

“You’d be okay with giving it to me?” She swoons a bit. 

He nods, “Yeah, it’s not like I can bake.” 

“Do you want some cookies? I can make you any that you want?” She offers in return. 

“Whatever you’re making now, I’d love to taste test?” 

“You’ve got a deal.” 

He rushes back to his place, puts his things away and checks his hair in the mirror before grabbing the parchment paper and heads back over. He was told before he left that he didn’t need to knock, so he doesn’t. It feels weird, but he walks right in and hands her the parchment and she hands him a naked gingerbread cookie. 

“Sorry, he’s not decorated yet… You don’t have any allergies, right?” She asks. “I can’t believe I’ve been feeding you for months and never asked that.” 

He laughs, “I’m just slightly lactose intolerant, it’s nothing serious.” 

“Oh, good,” she’s so relieved. 

He takes a bite of the cookie and almost melts, “oh my god?” 

“You like it?” 

“Like it?” He exaggerates. “It’s one of the best cookies I’ve ever had in my life! Holy cow…” 

“thank you,” she swoons again. “You can have some to take home?” 

“Thank you… but why are you making so many?” 

“Drew has a holiday party at school and needs enough for 36 kids,” she explains. “I’m also going to make some specifically for his teacher as her gift for the year.” 

“I loved giving my teachers gifts when I could.” 

“Do you want to help?” She offers, pointing at their kitchen table where there are some deconstructed boxes waiting to be assembled. “You could put those together for me?” 

“I’d love to!” He finishes his cookie and takes a seat, still facing her so he can watch her work around the kitchen. He thinks she’s magnificent, he’d never want to miss a smile or a yawn or a nose scrunch or anything… she’s so pretty. He loves to look at her. 

He has a ph.d in engineering so putting together gift boxes isn’t the hardest thing in the world, it’s making sure they still look pretty when he’s done what he’s worried about. He tapes them into place and concentrates so hard he doesn’t even notice that she’s made another batch of cookies while he’s been nose-deep in cardboard, even with the wonderful smell wafting around. 

“What are you making now?” 

“Chai sugar cookies,” she smiles. “This artist I like posted a recipe and I’ve wanted to try them… so, why not? If I don’t like them I can give them away.” 

“Smart,” he agrees. “They smell amazing though, I’m sure they’ll be delicious too.” 

“They have to cool for a bit,” she shares, taking out a thing of cling film and wrapping it up to go in the fridge. “They’ll be in there for 30 minutes.” 

“Have you guys had dinner yet?” Spencer asks because it’s almost 6 and she’s made nothing but cookies. 

“It was going to be left overnight… but I don’t have that much here,” she teases. “We might just get a pizza.” 

“I’ll get it,” Spencer offers. “You’ve fed me so much, let me repay the favour?” 

“Are you sure?” She worries, “Are you okay for it?” 

He laughs, “Yeah… yeah I’m good.” 

“I just thought you’re in the same little shitty apartments as us…” 

“I work for one of the most important units in the FBI,” he smirks, not wanting to brag but… “Believe me, I’ve got this.” 

“Did I hear pizza?” Drew asks from the doorway. 

“You did,” Spencer teases. “You wanna come with me to pick it up?” 

“Can I?” He begs his mom. 

She nods, “Yeah, just, don’t let him convince you he needs more than just pizza.” 

Spencer can’t make any promises. 

He has to grab his coat and his wallet from his apartment before they go. Drew gets all dressed up for the snow and then the two of them head out down the street. “So, how’s things?” Spencer asks, trying to make conversation. 

“Good… I’m excited for Christmas.” 

“Me too,” he agrees. “What did you ask Santa for?” 

“I don’t believe in Santa anymore,” Drew laughs, “I’m 13.” 

“Oh… okay, then what did you ask your mom for?” 

“Not much, just the renewal for my Playstation game pass and some new headphones,” he explains. “I’ve got everything else I need, really.” 

“That’s really mature of you,” Spencer compliments. “I know kids your age would ask for everything under the sun if they knew their mom would do anything for them.” 

“She does so much for me, and now that we’re alone I don’t want to put too much pressure on her,” he shares. “I miss my dad but, I think she’s happier now that she left him.” 

“Do you see him often?” 

He shakes his head, “he’s in California with his other family… he was cheating on my mom.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he had no idea. They don’t really talk so how would he know? 

“It’s okay,” he shrugs it off. “You ever been married?” 

He shakes his head. “No, I’ve only had like 3 girlfriends in my whole life.” 

“Seriously? I had 3 last year,” Drew teases. 

“Of course you did,” Spencer just shakes his head. “Well, I was so weird growing up, I’m still weird now.” 

“Well, my mom likes you,” he bumps his shoulder against Spencer’s. “So you’re doing something right.” 

“She does?” He can’t believe it. 

“Duh?” He teases. “She makes sure she looks pretty before bringing you dinner every night that you’re home.” 

He blushes, “oh… I thought she just always looked pretty.”

“So you like her too?” Drew lights right up. “You should ask her out!” 

“And you’d be okay with that?” 

He nods enthusiastically, “I can even go eat in my room tonight so the two of you can just talk and hang out? Please, it would be the best Christmas gift I could give her to get her a boyfriend who’s actually nice and likes her.” 

“Yeah… yeah I can be that for her.” 

—

When they come back with two pizza boxes, dips and garlic knots, she just crosses her arms and sighs, “Drew…” 

“What? He offered!” He whines. 

“I did,” Spencer smiles. “It’s no big deal, now you’ll have more leftovers.” 

She just smiles, “Okay, well, come in and get a plate let’s get to eating.” 

Drew does just what he said he would, he finds a way to ditch them and head to his room and then Spencer is alone with the most beautiful woman ever. They talk about random things like living in the city and Christmas plans and how Drew is doing in school… but he just wants to ask her out. He stares at her lips and he wants to kiss her and learn all about her and then she notices. 

“What?” She asks, hiding her mouth. “Is there something—

“No… you’re just beautiful,” he swoons. Giving in completely. 

She smiles and her hand drops, “really?” 

He nods, “Really, really… would you want to go on a date sometime? I’m sure Drew can handle a few hours alone while we hang out and if not, my friend has a kid around his age he can meet?” 

“You have friends with a 13-year-old?” She’s so shocked. 

“Well, he’s 12 but yeah,” he nods. “He’s my godson.” 

“I would love to spend some more alone time with you… wherever you want to take me,” she adds, realizing that sounded a lot dirtier than she planned. “I mean—

“i get you,” Spencer teases, trying not to laugh. “My work has a Christmas party coming up if you want to come with me and share some of your burnt cookies?” 

She laughs this time, “Yeah, when I meet your friends they are getting fresh cookies.” 

“Okay, good,” he smiles. “Maybe we can go out before then too? I’d love to take you out to dinner… though nothing will be as good as what you can make.” 

“Then why don’t I make you my favourite meal and we can eat at your apartment?” She suggests. 

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agrees. “I’ll make sure it’s nice and romantic.” 

“The way you look at me is romantic enough,” she teases. 

“From the first time I saw you I knew I wanted more than just your cooking,” he assures. “I think you’re so kind and so pretty, I can’t believe I get to talk to you let alone the privilege of taking you out— even if it’s just across the hall.” 

“I don’t typically share food… but you were too cute to starve,” she teases again. 

“And now look at me!” He points down at his stomach. “I barely fit in my suit pants." 

“You look healthy… and scrumptious, might I add.” 

His brow goes up, “really? Well, thank you for helping me get here.” 

“I knew you’d be more handsome with some meat on your bones… you’re so good-looking it's honestly crazy that you’re into me,” she whispers, not wanting Drew to hear their flirting. “I like you so much, Spencer.” 

“The feeling is mutual.” 

“I’m free tomorrow if you are?” 

“and every day after that,” he assures that this thing between them is real and not just some random infatuation that will die off in a week. 

He wants her for as long as she’ll have him. 

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Random details I noticed in Scream after watching it for the umpteenth time.

First:

Stu has a dog?!

In the final confrontation scene in the kitchen before Stu brings out Sidney's dad I noticed that there was a note written on the white board behind him

Here it is in more detail, although the quality isn't the best as I had to screenshot the scene from YouTube:

When I paused to read it in the actual film I was able to make out most of the note except for the small writing in the upper right (Which I think is either a phone number or date) but I'm pretty sure the note reads:

"Hi Stu, Sorry we missed you today. We'll be back Sunday. Be good! Love mom & dad. P.S. feed the dog."

The last line I wasn't sure about because it was blurry but I matched the note from this shot to the shot where Stu is sitting at the desk on the telephone and sure enough the last line is "P.S. Feed the dog"

So basically, Stu canonically has a dog which I think is super funny because it makes me wonder where the dog was during the party and what type of dog it is.

It also makes more sense for the dog door in the garage that Tatum tries to crawl through to be put there for the Macher's family dog rather than the cat.

Side tangent head cannons:

The orange cat we see run out before Tatum is killed in the garage belongs to Stu's sister Leslie and has a basic name like Marmalade or Garfield

Stu is 100% a dog person and hates his sister's cat because its tried to scratch him on a number of occasions and now he's lowkey afraid of it

That's why when he's left home alone he doesn't really watch the cat and lets it do as it pleases. (His sister is adamant that the cat is indoor only but Stu is kinda careless lets the cat roam free outside through the dog door)

The Macher's family dog is either a basic crusty ass white dog that belongs to his mom and has a ridiculously fancy name like Princess or Dutchess

Or the dog is something small and hyperactive like a Jack Russell that Stu used to play fetch with and run around with in the backyard as a kid

Like I said before I feel like the Machers aren't super creative with naming their pets. If the dog is a boy his name is probably Max or something like that.

Okay second thing:

I never noticed this but you can see Randy dancing with/ flirting with a girl at the party when Sid and Tatum first walk in

And then later that girl is being led away by a different guy so I guess Randy struck out twice that night lol

(Also peep Stu and Tatum flirting/ kissing in the lower left)

Thirdly:

In the garage scene after Ghostface first cuts Tatum's arm she stumbles backwards and bangs into a bike

This is more of a head canon than anything but I noticed that the bike is more feminine in coloring (shades of red and purple) so it makes me wonder if it belongs to Stu's mom or maybe his sister.

Lastly,

The layout of Stu's house makes no sense!

So I'm going to make another longer post about this because I spent like an hour last night comparing shots from Scream 1996 to shots from Scream 5 to get an understanding of the Macher house because it's almost labyrinthian in it's layout, especially the upstairs, but I'm pretty sure there's no way that house has 3 bedrooms if Stu's sister is supposed to be canon.

Anyways, here are a couple details I noticed that I thought were interesting:

I think the house has an intercom system! You can seen what looks like speaker/receiver on the wall behind the lamp in Stu's room as Sidney runs by it.

Lastly,

The Macher house has a back stairwell!!!

So I've watched this movie a bunch of times and I always thought that there was a door in the kitchen that led directly to the garage but that's NOT TRUE!

When Tatum goes to get the beer for Stu you can see that the kitchen is connected to the dining room and off the dining room is a door that leads into a laundry room/ mud room.

To Tatum's right you can see what looks like an ironing board and then a set of railings/steps which I'm assuming is a back set of stairs that leads to the upper floor.

You can see again in the reverse shot that the door that gets locked behind Tatum isn't actually the kitchen door but the door to the laundry room in between the garage and the kitchen .

Seeing this changed my whole perception of Tatum's death scene because I was always like how did no one see Ghostface sneaking around the party, whether it was Billy or Stu, and not realize when he goes back inside after killing Tatum rather than leaving through the garage. Now I think it's because whoever was Ghostface never actually cut through the party at all.

HE WENT UP THE BACK STAIRS!

And the layout of the laundry room would have hidden him from view of the kitchen as he would have behind the wall and out of sight.

I want to go more into detail about the logistics about how I think Billy and Stu got around the house as Ghostface as well as the entire layout of the house in a second post because I think the set design is so interesting but for now these are just some cool things I noticed that I wanted to share.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jack, Malleus: Beasts, us Both

Alright, TWST... you friggin' troll 😭 You got me good with those Jack frames... No wolf inspo reveal, I see how it is-- 😂

Because of the angle we're staring at the image from... that macaron Jack is holding looks like a massive GMO green grape… AM I JUST SEEING GRAPES EVERYWHERE BECAUSE OF R*LLO... This would mark the first Disney100 art with some notable changes (how he’s holding the macaron and the angle he’s bending at), most likely to make it look better for a card layout.

A Tale as Old as Time.

A young lion prince and his hornbill attendant were captured in a photo frame. With finger-like feathers, the bird had plucked a strand of fur from the large cat. He lacked amusement, beak poised in a manner that suggested a light telling-off. The cub, for his part, looked upset at the lecture.

That’s right, lions don’t grow their manes out until they’re older.

Jack sometimes forgot that—with his dorm leader prowling around, the most prominent image he had of a lion was that of Leona. Strong, cunning, and self-assured. Nothing like the prince in the painting.

“How cute,” a low voice drawled. “To think that Kingscholar too was once this small and helpless… Fufufu.”

Jack’s eyes cut to the tall, dark man next to him. With long limbs and regal horns protruding from his head, Malleus Draconia resembled a gazelle.

“It’s hard to imagine Leona-senpai like that,” Jack awkwardly confessed. “I met his nephew once, but that only took me more out of it. He was… energetic and bright.”

“Implying that Kingscholar is lacking in energy and a cheerful disposition?” Malleus smirked. “Ah, yes. Much change occurs between childhood and adulthood, some of it attributed to social influences. That child had best be cautious. Perhaps Kingscholar’s attitude will rub off on him, smothering that sunshine.”

“Leona-senpai has his good points too!” Jack blurted out. He didn’t catch himself in time—the words just came, a reverberating bark in the museum.

“Oh? You’re rather quick to defend him.”

The wolf beastman gasped and reeled himself back in. “Y-You don’t see it because you’re not in Savanaclaw, but I can tell… Leona-senpai cares about his students a lot. He’s looking out for us in his own way.”

“Such as when he attempted to have me trampled?” Malleus suggested, his tone quiet yet challenging. “I do so fondly remember that.”

“Urk!!” Jack’s ears flattened. “He does take it too far sometimes. I don’t agree with everything he does. The idea of doing everything you can to protect others, though… that’s something I can understand.”

"It is?”

The first year nodded firmly. “There are stories about wolves working together to chase off invaders who wandered into their snowy territory. Once, a wolf family even took in an orphaned kid. I have my own younger siblings to look after, too.”

“It appears as though you and your ancestors feel a strong sense of duty to your packs,” Malleus noted. Something akin to amusement danced in his eyes. It quickly flickered out, giving way to a deep melancholy. “Family… Hmm. I cannot say I can relate. I have no siblings to speak of. There is my grandmother, but she is my only living relative."

There was a shift—a small, imperceptible change in Jack's stoic face.

"... Sorry to hear that."

"Think nothing of it." Malleus waved a dismissive hand. "The circumstances are as they are. We cannot rewind the threads of fate, only weave new ones.

"Still, it is strange. I have not had the chance to meet my mother nor my father. They were already gone long before my hatching. I should feel no attachment to such strangers. Even so, I feel as though something is missing without them."

He gave a dark chuckle, curling fingers over his heart. "Perhaps there is a part of me that longs for that kind of a family, too."

Jack frowned. His chest throbbed with a dull pain.

“That's..."

Sad.

No brothers, no sisters. No parents, not even aunts or uncles or cousins. Just one big, empty castle, and the creature caged inside of it.

Pacing past ruined wings, furniture strewn about as if a mad beast had run through it in a frenzy. The space filled with loneliness, a hollow feeling that couldn't be fended off.

He shuffled his feet. Resolve slowly solidified. Jack reached for his voice.

"... I don't think you need to worry, Malleus-senpai. You still have people who care about you. Family isn’t all in the blood." Jack bashfully rubbed at the back of his neck, his eyes averted. "It's in the bonds too."

He gestured to the painting before them. "The lion prince lost his dad, the previous king. In grief, he ran away from home--but he still had friends that guided him when he was lost and scared. A warthog, a meerkat, a baboon, a hornbill, the lionesses in his pride. They all came together to show the prince he was loved and needed. Because of that, he was able to come home with his head held high."

Jack clenched a hand into a fist, offering a stiff smile. "Family's something that everyone has, one way or another. They're the ones who always have your back, blood or not.”

Malleus’s face momentarily lit up with surprise.

“My, I didn’t expect to hear such a motivational speech from you. I hear from Sebek that you’re quite standoffish.”

“D-Don’t get me wrong!!” he sputtered, face heating. “On any given day, I’d tackle things on my own. But doing that all the time is pointless.”

“Which is why you choose to follow Kingscholar’s leadership?” Malleus asked teasingly. “You seem to admire him a great deal and acknowledge him as the leader of your pack here at Night Raven College.”

“N-No!!” Jack snapped. “Th-There are just some things I’m not strong enough to do by myself, times when I have to team up with others for a common goal!! Until the day I have the strength to act completely on my own…!”

Malleus laughed softly, his lips lifting into a mysterious curve. "Be at ease, Howl. You needn’t be so defensive. I see your point with crystal clarity.”

“You… You do?”

“That is correct.” The dragon prince’s eyes creased. “You, who seeks strength, shall surely find it—and with that strength, you will not be daunted from protecting what is most precious to you, family and friends alike. You’ve helped me to realize the same. We are both the same kind of beast, fufu.”

Jack took one look at Malleus’s ominous smile and shuddered. It could have decimated the stars, wiping out all the light in the night sky in one fell swoop.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good thing…”

He glanced back at the painting of the lion prince and the hornbill advisor. The distress on the cub’s face suddenly resonated with him.

Jack groaned.

It looks like I still have a lot to learn.

[specterings]

gaz and trans male reader again.

nfsw under the cut.

cw / hairy reader ftw, gaz getting fucked w/ a strap, soft sex, oral (receiving), rimming, anal fingering, mentions of alcohol, whiny gaz, neighbor/reader is ‘you’ pronouns. ftm terms used: clit, dick, folds, cunt, hole

gaz who makes up every excuse to be around his bear of a neighbor. going out for coffee, walking with you, asking for flour, anything.

its not enough that you’re so attractive you make gaz so hard he gets light headed, but youre funny and kind in a way gaz has been sorely missing with his time in the field.

every time he's on leave he's finding a way to weasel himself into the your life, even if he has to go home and jack off until his prick is sore while muffling his moans of your name.

when a new gay club opens up, he’s too shy to ask you to go, so he goes alone, just to check it out. he should have accounted for said neighbor being there. youre standing in the corner, tall and imposing and god gaz has never wanted to get his mouth on someone so bad.

he sips on a beer, mingling with the crowd more for theatrics because he can feel his neighbor’s eyes on him. its only when gaz steps away from the dance floor that hes hemmed up against a wall, head brushing the neighbors chin.

“think youre funny?” you rumble in the sergeants ear, “think you can just flaunt around here after i hear you moanin’ my name like a bitch in heat through the walls?”

gaz’s face feels hot and his eyes dart down, hands clenching and his cock is hard enough to break steel. that hadnt been his intention. but well, seems like hes louder than he thinks. “i- listen, mate-“

“don’t call me mate and then expect me to fuck you,” your nose curls in such a purposefully silly way that makes gaz feel a little lighter. “yours or mine?”

“yours.”

gaz isnt drunk, but he feels like swaying when you put a baseball-mitt sized hand on his waist and guide him up to the bar, paying for both your tabs and shushing gaz like he’s just pretty arm candy when he tries to protest.

the second you’re in the apartment, gaz is whining, “please, lemme taste ya, please? please, i bloody need it.”

you laugh at him softly, leaning down and pressing your lips to gaz's cheek, then his own lips, soft and sweet at first then tongues pressing into each other's mouths. they both taste like beer, but gaz has tasted worse (like dirt and his own blood). your scruff scratches at his chin in the best way, and he feels like hes going do die if he doesn't get his mouth on you in the next few seconds.

he all but drags yall to your room-- your apartments are the same layout, after all-- and pushes you towards the bed. his neighbor still has that cocky, amused grin on his face that makes the sergeant want to be pounded into the mattress.

he's careful as he slides your boots off your feet, heavy in his hands and nicely polished, if a little dirty from the walk to and from. you unbuckle your pants, and as soon as he finished with discarding your shoes and socks he's tugging on your pants, which you graciously allows him to slip off.

he shoves his head between your hairy thighs, nosing and mouthing over your boxers, tasting the slick that's dampened the fabric. hes not proud of the whine he makes, but it's beyond him right now to feel shame. he damn near cries when you push his head away, only for his mouth to salivate when you to pull down your boxers for him.

just like the rest of your body, there's thick, though trimmed, hair around your cunt. this might bother boys, but gaz is a god damn man, thank you very fucking much.

he wastes no time diving back in like a man starved, using his thumbs to spread your folds and lick up the arousal there, the wet hairs brushing the bridge of his nose as he moves to circle his tongue around your hole.

he feels so good as he hoists your leg over his shoulder, nosing at your dick before running his tongue over it, humming softly as you pet over his head, "Such a good boy, ky," you murmured, groaning softly, rubbing under his eye. youre quieter than gaz is used to, but that's okay. his jaw is starting to get sore when you start bucking, pushing his head closer, and let out the most cock-hardening whimper as he sucks their dick into his mouth, feeling you cum underneath his ministrations.

you grip him by the back of his neck, pulling him up to smash your mouths together with soft groans of how hes so good, he was such a good boy, and gaz can barely retain enough thought to get his clothes off when you ask

laying on his back, letting you put his legs over your hips as you lube up your fingers and stroke his cock with one hand while your fingers prod gently at the tight furl of his hole, leaning over to kiss him again sweetly as you finally slip a thick finger in.

allowing him to get used to it and relax before you begin pushing it in and out, stretching him out so, so dutifully that gaz is whimpering and clawing and the sheets after awhile, begging you to get on with it.

face going hot as you laugh at him, amused even as you stand up and go rummaging, pulling out your strap, not too big and not too small, just the right size for some good, sweet sex. gaz going to get on all fours when you click your tongue, “wanna see your face, pretty boy,” and he feels the need to blow you again.

settling his legs over your hips again as you line up the lubed up cock and begin sliding in, making his breath hitch. going oh so slow before you start thrusting, deep but not harsh, slow but not torturous.

he almost feels self conscious for the way you watch his face as it twists in pleasure, the way you grin when you rub over his ribs, up to his pecs and thumb over his nipples. eventually you get a little faster as you lean down and start placing kisses over his neck, hand gripping his cock, giving him a hole to fuck up into.

“I- im gonna,” he gasps, hands scrambling to grip at your shoulders, all while you hum, sucking at his neck and licking over the darkened parch of skin.

“then cum.”

he spurts up to his chin damn near, you helping him ride out his orgasm before pulling out of him, leaning down to lick up the cum from his chest and your own hand and making his dick twitch in a valiant effort to get hard again. “you good, baby?” and when he just nods dumbly, getting up to get a cloth to wipe him down before throwing it off to the side to cuddle with your sweet boy <3

[raythekiller]

hi there!! omg i just wanna say i love your writing and your art so so so much!! thank you for keeping the fandom well-fed and alive o7! if you don’t mind me asking, what are your thoughts on the slendermansion? like the layout, how it operates, and what creeps live there :D tysm!!! - tulip anon (if it’s not already taken lol)

🗒 ❛ Slendermansion Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

#Notes: I have so many thoughts about this omg

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First off, I think it's a manor instead of a mansion. Mansions are simply big houses located normally on neighbourhoods while manors are often times isolated, are bigger and have some land around them with maybe some other buildings in the property. There are three main floors, along with a basement and an attic. The first floor has a big ass entrance, a living room, kitchen, dinning room, nurse's office and storage, while the second one is almost exclusively for bedrooms, most of which have suites (but there is a community bathroom as well on all three main floors). The third floor has the proxy's bedrooms, Slenderman's room and a library. Every bedroom comes with a bed and a closet, but everything else the creeps have to either make or acquire in some way by themselves (Sally is an exception). Everyone works for and obeys Slenderman and in return receive clothes, food and a place to live. The only creep that doesn't live there is Jane. Here's some bedroom headcanons:

JEFF: A mess, lives in the second floor. The walls were shitly painted black by him and you can see several missing spots. There are some band and horror movie posters on the walls and you can barely see the floor because of the amount of clothes and trash scattered around. His blinds are always closed and they are that thick type that doesn't let any sunlight get through. Deadass lives like a vampire.

BEN: Another mess, also in the second floor. There are snacks and food wrappings all around the floor and several videogames posters on the wall, along with a pro gamer computer set complete with a LED keyboard, mouse and headset, also a big ass television. His walls are a yellowish green, also with some missing spots.

TOBY: Lives in the third floor, his walls are beige and his bed covers are a brownish orange flannel. Windows always open to let some fresh air in. It's filled with several trinkets he stole from his victims and actually looks kind of aesthetic pleasing if you ignore how unorganized it is, kinda like those indie bedrooms you see on Pinterest. Has a few house plants scattered around, like cactus and succulents, nothing too difficult to take care of (he doesn't have much of a green thumb).

EYELESS JACK: Lives in the basement, since he uses the freezers in there to store his food. Not very decorated, since he spends most of his time in the nurse's office, save from the blood (if you can call that decoration).

LAUGHING JACK: Lives in the attic. Has several kids toys he steals from his victims, all of which he DIY'd to be black and white like him. His old music box is on a prestigious self on top of his bed.

MASKY: Pretty organized, lives on the third floor. Mostly consists of brownish colors and tones. Has one of those clothes racks where he keeps his flannels and some old bands posters on the walls. Nothing too fancy. Makes his bed every morning.

HOODIE: Lives in the third floor. Kinda messy, but in a fancy way. Has several notebook pages torn off with song lyrics he writes sitting around, along with manuscript papers. His guitar is normally resting by his bed and is decorated with stickers. Masky makes fun of him for it, but he has fairy lights.

BLOODY PAINTER: Lives in the second floor, but has an exclusive art studio in the property outside of the manor that looks like a little shack. His walls are white, but covered in paint splashes, so they're very colorful, same thing with the floor. Has many canvases laying around, filled and empty, as well as acrylic paints and papers with random sketches and thumbnails.

X-VIRUS: Lives in the third floor. His walls are black and with several shelves, all with test tubes, flasks and beakers filled with strange and glowing chemicals inside of them. Has LED lights on the corners of the ceiling, always shining green. Has every lab equipment you could think of, from microscopes to bunsen burners and magnetic stirrers.

CLOCKWORK: Lives in the second floor. The most aesthetically pleasing room. Has tarot tapestry hanging from the walls and ceiling as well as those fake vines. Her walls are filled head to toe with drawings she makes herself, also those aesthetic posters with plants and butterflies and such. Speaking of, she has fake paper butterflies hanging on the ceiling. Uses monster cans as flower pots. Has a ukulele sitting in the corner that she gave up on learning how to play.

KATE THE CHASER: Left her room the way she found it, all white walls and a single closet and a bed with no covers. Barely ever steps inside of it. It's located on the third floor.

NINA THE KILLER: Lives in the second floor. Her room genuinely looks like some kind of early 2000's emo parade. Walls covered entirely in band posters (especially the main singers) and an unholy amount of plushies, mostly sanrio ones. Has a shelf only for her Monster High dolls.

SALLY: Second floor. Any little girl's dream bedroom. Fairy lights, pink walls, an insane amount of plushies and dolls as well as a dollhouse. Has some of her drawings pinned on the walls.

bonus!

LANE: Third floor. Grey walls with some band and horror movies/series posters, especially Supernatural, along with some random sketches pinned. A lot of plants sitting around on the shelves, floor and windowsill. Windows always open. Their bed has black covers and a hand-saw fox plushie laying by the pillow.

[whiskeyapologist]

was looking through my camera roll & realized i never posted about this?? but i did a check please theme in my bullet journal back in april & i am still beyond obsessed with how it turned out!

task list & cover page

april was all about finishing my fucking thesis (i earned my mfa in stage automation in may) & i used the task list to break down each section of my thesis & make it less intimidating. i still pulled a bitty & had to marathon write most of my thesis within a like 36 hour period. i slept so good once that draft was finished!

when i started planning this theme, i flipped through the comic & decided pretty quickly i wanted the cover to be this view of faber from 4.25 "faber". i filled the outside with some of my favorite details from throughout the comic, including (clockwise from top left) the "text from chowder: i'm shouting!" from 4.2 "nonstop celly", jack's "oh" moment from 2.17 "graduation", the jack lego (?) figure from 3.1 "wag", dex & nursey's background roach & house bubbles & (i think it's) ransom's "et tu lardo?" bubble from 2.12 "post i: roadie", one of my fave senor bun appearances that didn't make it into a weekly from 1.16 "linemates", & bitty's phone (i don't think there's a specific appearance of bitty's phone that looks like this, at least not that i'm finding in the flip-throughs i've done to write this post. i think i did a lil freehand moment with it, but if anyone happens to find it in the comic, let me know!), as well as my usual little calendar & monthly focuses section

monthly calendar & habit tracker

the monthly calendar & playlist is inspired by the smh team roster hanging on the bulletin board in the haus at the beginning of year 2

the habit tracker features a few other details from 2.1 “moved in”, namely the “haus sweet haus” rug & the sock pinned to the bulletin board. the shopping list bubble is a callback to the “jizz!” speech bubble also pinned to the bulletin board next to the sock

meal & time trackers

the breakfast, lunch, & dinner headers are a callback to the hockey puck taped to the bulletin board

not much to add here, but it’s a great time to mention the “it’s tough but you’re tougher” speech bubble from 4.20 “spotlight on eric bittle��� which was the quote i used to decorate my grad cap ❤️

weekly #1 is modeled after y1 & features my favorite y1 senor bun appearance (1.18 “playoffs - i”) & line (1.8 “checking clinic”)

weekly #2 is modeled after y2 & features my favorite y2 senor bun (2.10 "shinny") & line (2.4 "hazeapalooza")

weekly #3 is modeled after y3 & features my favorite y3 senor bun (3.3 "meet the falconers") & line (3.26 "cup v - post")

weekly #4 is modeled after y4 (the layout of the top panel specifically is modeled after the first panel of 4.16 "christmas in madison - iii" which shows a bunch of the christmas pics/posts from the rest of smh & tater) & features my favorite y4 senor bun (4.17 "senior thesis") & line (also 4.17 "senior thesis"). i has some extra space, so i included some excerpts from bitty's y4 tweets

camp nanowrimo tracker, before the pen. the left is just a table for tracking time spent on & words written for my thesis & the novel i've been working on forever. my camp nanowrimo goal was to write 1 hour every weekend day & 2 hours every week day, for a grand total of 50 hours, which i am proud to say i achieved! the right is a visual tracker, where each pie was equal to an hour of writing. i included 50 pies for my 50 hour goal. the bubble near the top is from 1.4 "the haus" with 2 footnotes i added; one on "kitchens" that says "word docs", & one on "pies" that says "words". clearly i think i'm very clever lol

visual tracker, filled in. i surpassed my 50 hour goal with about a week left in the month, & i wanted to include that additional progress on my tracker. once the month was done & i knew how much i needed to add, i made a tip-in (although this might just be a fold-out lol) to tape in. on one side, i included the dialogue bubbles from a panel of 3.19 "keagster"

on the other side of the tip-in/flip-out, i included jam jars for the additional 10.25 hours of writing i did, plus "it's gonna be two trips" also from 3.19 "keagster"

& that's all the spreads! spreads were done in an archer & olive b5 notebook. supplies include: mildliners in the colors vermillion, dark blue, beige, & gray; a black papermate flair, a white gellyroll pen in size 08, and stabilo pens in gray and brown. oh, & a piece of masking tape, bc i couldn't find any clear tape lol

[southangel]

hii i love your works sm!! i hope ur doing well ^^ i requested a previous work of yours (stan+kenny w a s/o whos afraid of the dark) and i really loved it <33 could you pls do kenny nsfw alphabet?

also im not sure if you do emoji anons but if so can i pls be ⚡️ - anon ? (if not pls js feel free to ignore lol)

Kenny Mccormick NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw, MDNI

Notes: Ahh thank you SO much for the compliment!! I do have emoji anons, so i’ll put you down as ⚡️ anon! Credits to original alphabet layout in my introduction.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think that after sex, Kenny would be pretty energetic or at least not knock-out tried.

Not energetic to go another round, but enough to get you both washed up and comfortable.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kenny’s favorite body part of his would be his hands, He loves how he can do so much with them.

His favorite body part of yours would probably be your ass.

Kenny could care less at the size, he loves your ass and everything about it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

I see Kenny as a messy person, kind of.

When it comes to cum, he either wants it to be inside of you or on you, preferably the front of your body.

His cum is a little thin, definitely stains easily.

Kenny probably doesn’t like the hassle of having to clean his sheets every time, so that’s probably why he does that.

He wouldn’t care where it would have gotten otherwise.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kenny would get turned on by the smell of whatever perfume or cologne you use, fragrance in general.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Definitely experienced, no doubt about it.

Kenny doesn’t know if he would call himself experienced though, or know what he’s doing.

To him, he thinks that being experienced should be to know exactly what you like and don’t.

Kenny can’t know what he’s doing when he doesn’t know these things yet.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Kenny probably likes multiple positions, so he can’t really decide.

His favorites would consist of doggy style and cowgirl, but he would also like the classic missionary.

He doesn’t care what positions you do, as long as he can kiss your face while having eye contact with you easily.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely more goofy than serious.

Kenny doesn’t find a point in being so serious when he knows this is going to happen between you two multiple more times.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Pretty well groomed, I don’t think Kenny really has anything going on down there so there isn’t much to say.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

Kenny can definitely be romantic.

I did say that he was goofy, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be romantic.

He wants this time between you two to be the most attractive moment you’ve had together, nothing less.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, I don’t think he would jack off all the time.

The only time I see Kenny jacking off like that is if he’s desperate and hasn’t seen you in a while.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I actually think that Kenny doesn’t have many kinks, he just wants to please you.

That’s probably why I see him with a praise kink, he wants to know that he’s doing good and that you’re happy with him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally anywhere.

Kenny isn’t ashamed, if he feels like it, then he will.

Probably gets really mad when you tell him it isn’t going to happen on the bus.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, just seeing you is already enough to get Kenny up and going.

It’s only because as soon as he sees you, his mind goes wild and starts thinking of various things.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kenny is always open to new things, sexual or not.

The one thing he’ll never do is experimenting with things that cause pain, especially for you.

He doesn’t want to get harmed, but harming you hurts more.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Kenny prefers to give, especially after how much he had probably annoyed you with his teasing.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love receiving, though.

He really wouldn’t mind if you woke up one day and decided to give him a blowjob.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Kenny is more in between, but he leans towards fast and rough.

His pace can vary though depending on how he’s feeling.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies, no question about it.

Kenny will do it anytime and anywhere, does not matter at all.

He does prefer proper sex though, just so that he can really take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kenny is all open to experimenting.

As I said earlier, he’s fine with doing anything you want to, as long as there’s no harm involved.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Most he can go is 2-3 rounds.

If Kenny has an extra burst of energy, he could maybe go for another 1-2 rounds if he wants to.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kenny probably has toys somewhere in his room, but he doesn’t use them often.

He doesn’t use them on himself, they’re mainly only for you.

Kenny refrains from using a blindfold most times, only because he really likes seeing your eyes:

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. Definitely teases you a lot.

Kenny finds it amusing when you get mad at him for teasing, it just riles him up more.

The only way to really stop him is either tease back or act unfazed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kenny is already a pretty quiet kid, until he starts talking.

I dont think this really applies during sex though as he would be in the middle, leaning towards louder sounds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kenny is the type of guy to jack off to your own clothing instead of photos:

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kenny ranges from about 4.9 inches, 12.5 centimeters.

When he’s hard, he can definitely gain a few extra inches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive, will never be on the low scale.

Kenny is almost always active, almost.

There are days where he just wants to do nothing.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Definitely doesn’t fall asleep quickly.

The sleepiness would probably affect Kenny an hour later, maybe even more.

“You can’t be that tired already.. Let’s go for more!”

[the-settingsun]

King of hearts, chishiya x reader

Warnings: gore, violence, niragi (implied attempted assuault), drugs

Please put on a set of handcuffs and take your seat behind the table.

Kuina approached the plaque, waiting for you. She was in no state to have her hands restricted, having cleared the Jack of spades recently the flimsy bandages you wrapped around her arms could fall apart any moment. You stared at the handcuffs.

“I can do this.”

She understood, offering a good luck hug as she descended down the stairs, waving at you one more time. It was hardly believable that she could kick your ass in seconds when she looked this adorable. 

Only two sets of handcuffs remained on the table when you had approached it. You struggled a bit with restraining your left hand, prompting you to use the table as a support. They locked into place with a mechanical click. The game venue was a penthouse. With the posh furniture and extravagant accents it reminded you of The Beach. The entrance was a hallway in a U shape, splitting off into two directions, a balcony and further into the apartment itself. Trying the balcony door, you had no luck. It still had a modern look to it although some of nature had tried to break through the glass panes, it seemed untouched by the Borderlands so far. Screens decorated most of the walls, with arrows guiding you towards what you presumed was the table instructions mentioned. You needed to make a mental note of the layout before following them. The apartment consisted of two bedrooms joined to their respective walk-in closets and bathrooms as well as a game room main feature of which was a set up pool table. 

Amidst your search the familiar feminine robotic voice announced: “Registration now closed. Game will begin shortly.”

The shelves were full of liquor bottles. Reaching for one of them you checked them for expiration date or the year they were made, which was absent, as to be expected. You checked the drawers under them, thanks to your brief time spent with Niragi you recognized the smell of cannabis, making it easy to conclude what was in the other packages. 

“Excuse me.” A girl dressed in a uniform-like dress passed you, brushing against your shoulder. She had a shaved head and a backpack thrown over her right shoulder. She must be the last contestant. With your pre-game routine finished, you followed soon after her. 

The room unveiling before you was an open area with another entrance to the balcony. Similar shelves as to ones in the game room surrounded a giant screen with the familiar words: GAME. You sat down. Behind the table were eight contestants, excluding you. One seat remained vacant. To your right sat a woman in her early thirties, hair slicked back into a bun held by a clip matching in the cherry red color to her nails. The empty seat was the head of the table to your left, the other was occupied by an older woman in a denim dress. Pair of men noticed your presence, whispering something before one spoke up. 

“She was at The Beach.”

He nudged his friend and leaned forwards, putting his hands under his chin. The girl that entered before you sat two seats to the right at the opposite end of the table. Her backpack awkwardly behind her as she sat on the edge of the chair. 

“Game start” 

The screen lit up simultaneously as the voice spoke the words. 

“Game: Cops and Robbers

Difficulty: King of Hearts

Time limit: 24 hours

Weapons not allowed.”

Time limit 24 hours? That explains the beds and stockpile of alcohol and food. You took another glance at your opponents, three of them grew nervous with the mention of time, interesting. Your train of thought was halted by spotting a familiar white jacket out of the corner of your eye. Chishiya Shuntaro. That bastard. A wave of disappointment washed over your body, seeping deep into your bones. Of course he would be so smug as to take on a King game. He just stood there, unbothered, looking at the screen. You told yourself he was dead. He was dead, that's why he never showed up. That's why he didn't respond to any messages left at game sites by Kuina or you. Not wanting to look at him a second longer, the focus was shifted to the screen again. Yet you felt all your emotions centered at the blonde asshole leaning against the wall. What little shown of his face illuminated in white light revealed the heavy eye bags under his feline-like eyes. 

“Rules: 

- Keep the robber, the king, from taking off his handcuffs. If he takes off his handcuffs it is game over for every cop.

-If a cop is in handcuffs by the end of the game, it is game over for them.

- Each player will be dealt five cards. Among these fifty cards there are ten cards with the combination for a key along with the handcuff number they correspond to. Imputing a wrong code results in Game Over. Ten contain information about players, ten are general statement cards which reveal a sentence truthful about one or more participants, ten are blank cards, ten are question cards to which the question must be answered truthfully. Failing to do so results in Game Over. 

-If a participant leaves their seat during a round it is game over

-Once ten cards have been played the participants have freedom to move however they want, to continue playing all participants must sit at the table before the end of the break. Each break lasts one hour, if the time limit ends during a break it is game over for everyone.

-Key cards of a deceased participant shall be added to the participant following their turn, Information, Key card of numbers corresponding to deceased players, Truth, Blank and Statement cards will be rendered invalid, playing them results in game over. Playing another player's card also results in Game over.

-Game Clear, each of the cops have been freed and the robber-King of Hearts remains handcuffed.”

Chishiya took his seat as the rules finished being read.

A low whisper arose among the participants as the rules kept appearing. The game seemed simple enough, it is hearts after all. The real problem is the human aspect. You glanced at your handcuffs, 4. The lady next to you was 3 and the girl with the shaved head was 6 or 8. The two guys that sat together were probably 1st to arrive based on their seats. Furthest from the entrance. Chishiya had to have been here for a longer time too but the registration was not time limited so he might as well have arrived sooner than them. Based on how untouched the alcohol and what your perspective view of food supply allowed it couldn't have been more than a day since the last re-supply. Although this information somehow comforted you, the identity of the king could not be predicted based on numbers or their arrival.

“The round has now started, all participants must remain in their seats”

A cubical hole opened up before each seat, revealing a pack of given cards. The person opposite you, a bulky man in his fifties reached out for his pack, hesitantly everyone followed. Two truth cards, one key card number 6, one statement and one blank. You ignored him, but with a sort of bitter melancholic feeling. You wanted to look, to scream in his face that you and Kuina risked splitting from the group because of him. The game was more important though. It is best to act like you dont know eachother, he must have realized it, and you were not going to hinder his plan. He was your best bet on clearing the game. 

“Lets just give every girl the key card, they cannot be the king” one of the beach guys suggested

The girl with the shaved head laughed in his face, leaning closer to him. “When was that in the rules?”

“Every game we have been to, the king is a man and the queen is a woman,” his friend retorted.

“Honey boy this is hearts. Anyone can be heartless” she paused “or be the King of them” 

After a brief moment of silence, a girl with a loose ponytail raised a card, before she was interrupted by the man next to her, he reached for her forearm, placing one of his hands on her, and made a stop motion with his other one, although you could not see it well since he was on your side of the table, furthest from you. 

“We should start with Statement and Information cards. Do not reveal any key cards until we know who is the king” the man stated with a matter of fact tone of voice.

The woman next to me nodded and shifted in her seat. The first card was played. Statement card. The girl with a loose ponytail carefully placed it in front of her.

“Two people in this room killed someone before entering the borderlands” 

“Murders!” the woman next to me shrieked, taking a shaken breath. “One of them has to be King” 

“Killing someone has no connection to being the King, just like being a man” you commented.

The two guys that recognized you from the beach leaned into one another, revealing their cards to each other. 

“I am next,” The man in a business suit exclaimed, removing his cuffed hands from the girl. He placed down an information card. 

“Yoko Suzuryu, age 17 is engaged to her teacher, a man 18 years her senior.” 

You could just imagine the type of smirk that Chishiya had right now, one eyebrow slightly raised; amused and intrigued. He was often like that when he forced you to play cards or whatever with him. He mostly always won because you were distracted- he looked pretty like that. 

The girl in the ponytail gasped, hands flying to her mouth “How did they-?”

“Got a type ei girl” the man opposite me laughed a breathy raspy laugh, clearly a smoker. 

“It's okay darling, it's alright” The woman at the other head of the table comforted her. The girl sniffled and wiped her tears on her sleeve. The woman next to you placed another statement card. 

“Three people in this room are smokers, one is trying to quit”

It was your turn next. The decision was either a blank or a statement, however you needed to think about your choice wisely, if you remained with the Key card until the end just like everyone else the end game would leave you to play it ultimately dooming the number 6 were it to be the King to win. That card has to remain with you until 6 is dead. Statement.

“One participant in this game has masturbated to another one while they slept in the same room”

What? Everyone at the table fell silent, choosing to ignore the statement, especially the boy duo from the beach. 

One of them, the one wearing shorts and a button up shirt, played a Key card. Number 3, my neighbor jumped up and reached for the code. 

“No!” The man in the business suit tried to stop her. A laser burnt through her head before she realized her fatal mistake. Her body slid onto the floor, blood pooling at the soles of my feet. Yoko, the girl now closest to me shrieked, moving her chair towards her neighbor. 

She was number 3, which meant you got to take her cards, Key for 10 and 7…and invalid Truth along with an invalid Blank. Those two you pocketed. Perhaps a possible strategy is giving someone an invalid card to eliminate them. 

“What the fuck Genji? Whaddya play the Key for man?” his friend raised his voice at him

“It's not girls, I'm telling you the king is a dude. I didn't know she was gonna leap for it like that” Genji defended himself.

The round ended with 6 statements, 2 sets of information and 1 of truth and blank each. The line up was as follows: 

Yoko Suzuruyu, engaged to her teacher sitting inches from

Ryuji Sakamoto, former investment banker and father of two. His Information card revealed the following: Ryuji Sakamoto, age 43, is father to only one of his two children. 

DECEASED

You

Genji, beach member, whose information card was: Genji Fudo, age 19, has been kicked out of his recreational volleyball team for being bisexual

Older woman who comforted Yoko

The man opposite of you

The other former beach member

Chishiya

“Right” Chishiya stated as he presented the empty card. “Shall we continue?”

“The round has now ended, all participants are free to leave their seats”

Yoko sprung from her chair running off to the bathroom, both Ryuji and the older woman followed after her. The man opposite you walked off towards the balcony, lighting a cigarette once turned away. The two men that recognized you from the beach struck up a conversation with you, one sitting in the space between you and Chishiya, the other one shifting in his spot as he tried to stand comfortably.  

“So, how have you been since the beach ended?” Genji spoke “Are you still with that Arisu guy?” 

“We got separated.” You responded in half truth to most of their questions, the other guy, the one still in a swimsuit was called Daichi. Both of them were in police academy.  Why have they not spoken to Chishiya? He was also an executive, and you two were often together…

“When did you guys join the beach?”

“Two days before the hearts game.” Daichi said.

That explains it, they had barely enough time to join the militants and get high. They decided to stop pestering you and after what seemed like the entire hour they walked off to get alcohol. You turned their offer of joining in, you saw alcohol as more of an escape than fun pastime activity.

The first time you drank in the borderlands Chishiya was there for you, that was the first time you felt like he truly did feel emotion, being so cold before even towards Kuina, that night and following day changed your opinion. The human elevator. You had survived by tying yourself to the elevator via a rope, not the best of strategies-it resulted in harsh burns across your arms. It had started with Niragi celebrating his game, as he put it finally good target practice, by chugging half a vodka bottle like water. Which was pretty impressive. He lost his shirt in the process. He sprawled on the seats in the VIP executive booth where you had been noting down the cards gained, you were number 4, responsible for the ledger of cards and number of duplicates. To be honest you had possibly the riskiest position when it came as far as executive duties went, sure Aguni was responsible for all militants but if there was a card missing after being collected you would be the prime suspect and trials were not a thing with Niragi around. That's how you ended up downing the rest of the bottle, trying to stay on his good side when you indulged his demands. 

“Come on? That's all you can handle?” Niragi egged you on “One more come on” 

He grabbed your hand harshly and forced a shot glass in your hand. You downed it, the taste becoming too much, your face scrunched up. “I need a mixer Niragi”

“Alright princess you go bless the Hatter with your little notes and Ill go grab you a drink” he stood up, shaking his head violently. 

With a very unsteady walk you made it to Hatter's room, knocking, one of his bikini girls opened, calling him over. He took the thing, smiling widely as he realized your state. “Finally gave in?”

“Niragi forced me” you mumbled

“Enjoy the… night then” he winked and walked off. 

When you came back Niragi was eyeing Usagi and Arisu who just stood at the edge of the crowd. 

“Leave them be.” you sat back down, head already light and fuzzy. 

Niragi pushed a green soda in your direction. 

“Cheers” he said with a smirk, unaware of his gaze you downed the entire glass, it tasted slightly bitter but you had no clue what brand or sort of soda it was so you didn't comment on it. 

You two talked about your games, Niragi stirred the conversation by talking about his gun and showing off his piercings.

“I think you should size them down a little, the one on your nose doesn't suit your face” 

“Oh that is the wrong size of mine you should worry about” he sneered, looking around. The crowd was just getting wild, so it must have been right before midnight when you passed out. 

“Up we go” 

With that, you were holding onto his shoulders as he carried you to your room. The thoughts in your head were blurred, you were aware of your surroundings well enough that when you saw Chishiya passing by you threw Niragir's hand off and came up to Chishiya instead. Niragi rolled his eyes, deciding it was not worth it. Chishiya was the biggest bother of all to him, and as much as he would love to see him pissed off he turned around and went back hunting. 

There is not much you remember from the morning after, you woke up and took whatever pill Chishiya left on your bedside table. He was sleeping soundly in an armchair next to your bed.  He cared enough to make you able to function that day. Of course you realized what Niragi was trying to do, and as pathetic as it sounds you were not about to confront him, he caused riots unprompted so a tantrum from being called out was not something anyone needed. When Chishiya awoke he made small talk, went to get you some food and came back. Not once during the day he tried to leave. 

“You know, this makes me think you actually tolerate me.” you joked with him.

“I have your Key card” you turned to him. 

“And nothing to say to me apparently” he replied.

“8593” you read the numbers to him. He stood up, one hand in his pocket. “Lets go”

You followed suit, approaching the number 10 vault. “We thought you were dead, I thought you died Chishiya.”

Your defeated confession did not phase him at all. He was focused on making the vault open. 

“Then you underestimate me” 

“Bullshit, you know what this is about.” you raised your voice, lowering it when you became aware of how thin the walls are.

“You promised me, you promised that if we clear the number cards you would be there for me. So far, even seeing Niragi was more of a comfort than you and he tried to assault two out of three girls in my last game.” you whispered, the image of Niragi over you flashing in the front of your brain while staring into his dark eyes. “You pretend to care, but you cannot bother to show it Chishiya”

You turned around, hearing the click of his handcuffs becoming undone.

Chishiya followed your figure as you disappeared through the door. Niragi was alive, that was going to be a hindrance. He had hurt you, and he was not around to stop him this time. Even in his thoughts you came first, he hated that you did. Niragi posed a threat to you. That is why you couldn't have been more wrong. He cared. When he was around you he could not think straight, as if an alarm was constantly going off in his head. He just didn't know how to show it to you. That night when he showed up at your room, he had gone over what he was going to say countless times in his head. Seeing you arrive with Niragi, he was caught off guard. No words needed, he took care of you. Falling asleep while watching over you. In a sense that was the best and worst thing that happened, he did not need an excuse to spend the day with you, but he had no plan, he was afraid that you would say no to him.

He hated that you were in a game with him, that you chose the seat which made your hands so close to his he could feel the warmth. He rubbed his wrists. 

Without a word you waited out the forty minutes. Yoko entered with Sakamoto's hand on her shoulder, the woman following them. He seemed to genuinely comfort her before sitting her down. Chishiya came through the doorway, keeping his handcuffs on, preparing to drop them as soon as the card was played. This round, you sat so that Chishiya was in your field of vision.

“The round has now started, all participants must remain in their seats”

Yoko began the round with a Truth card. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

Yoko looked at the woman to her right, she smiled back at Yoko and nodded. 

“Are you Hiro Takeguya?”

“Yes.”

Yoko looked at Sakamoto, who looked around at everybody, producing a Truth card. Staring at Takeguya. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“You” he pointed at the man  “why did you kill your daughter?”

He laughed, reached for the pack of cigarettes he had been smoking prior to the round. Took one, lit it and took a drag. “I refuse to answer”

A laser shot through his head. He died leaning back in his chair, cigarette falling to the ground where Chishiya put it out with his foot. Number 8 reached to get his cards, tossing all of them face-up. Disappointed she commented “All invalids” 

It was your turn, first you showed everyone your Key card for number 7. Tossing it on the ground. There was no use for it anymore. You played Key card for Chishiya. He put his handcuffs on the table. 

“You told him the code before the start of the round?”  Shaved head girl questioned. “You working together then?” 

Chishiya smirked as if the prospect of you two being affiliated amused him “No” 

Jesus this man was insufferable. You looked at him, and looked back down to further imprint the idea of something else than teamwork going on. He already must have a plan then, you wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to make it seem like he was outdoing the king, proving he is worthy of being his opponent. It seemed like the face card representatives liked knowing that they are the best, disproving any challengers and Chishiya was making good use of this. He just proved himself to not be the king and challenged the king to a match of wits and manipulation.

Genji followed up with an Information card.

“Hiro Takeguya, age 59 is the Dollhouse killer, responsible for the torture and subsequent death of his daughter”

The woman in the blue dress played a Truth card. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“The blonde man, what did you do to her?” she inquired. 

“I have not touched her since the game started.” Chishiya replied with a cold expression. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“Follow up” the girl with the shaved head asked in an accusatory tone  “What did you do to her?”

She kicked Sakamoto under the table. 

Instead of Sakamoto, Yoko replied. “I am going to leave this game, I had wanted to give up for some time now, they just gave me the comfort I needed. Please help them find the king.”

Sakamoto closed his eyes and replied “Comforted her.”

The round continued. Daichi played the card for his own number. With Chishiyas statement card another break started. 

“Every participant in this room knows Niragi Suguru”

With the mention of Niragi Yoko started bawling her eyes out, Niragi has that effect on people. Although considering her confession, she knew this was the end. She thanked everyone with a bow and stood up.

“The round has now ended, all participants are free to leave their seats”

Daichi, Genji and you stood up, presumably going to unlock their handcuffs and you to the kitchen area to get snacks. Your choice was a green tea drink, taiyaki and Chishiyas favorite biscuits. In a way he reminded you of a cat, liking only very specific foods and being adamant about wearing his favorite jacket. These little things are what reminded you that you cared for him, really you did. And that was enough for you. 

Chishiya waited for you, signaling you to follow him. You went into the master bedroom and he closed the door behind him. You sat down on the bed, where he joined you. You handed him the sweets. “I'm sorry Chishiya, I shouldn't have said all that before. I have no right to judge you. ”

“This room kind of looks like your room at the beach.” he played with the packaging.

“Yeah, I suppose it does” you laughed at his attempt to ease the tension, it did not work in the slightest.  

“Did” Chishiya paused, setting aside his biscuits “Did Niragi hurt you?” 

“He tried.” you sighed “We were up against a former band, the King of Clubs team. They had outnumbered Tatta, gaining enough points to send most of us into a hopeless spiral. Kuina said her goodbyes. Me and Usagi ran off. When Niragi realized he was going to die as well, he went after Usagi. And when Arisu stopped him he went after me. I made peace with it. I think some part of me felt like I owed him something, for getting away once and I stopped fighting him. Were it not for Arisu winning us the game there would have been nothing to stop him.” 

You subconsciously dug your thumb into your palm, drawing a trickle of blood. Chishiya reached for your hand, taking both of them in his. Running his thumb over your skin. 

“That night that Niragi drugged you, I was not just passing by. I was waiting for you, hoping you would walk by.” he let go with one hand and pulled his hood down. 

“I wanted to tell you that you make me feel like your whole world. I promised to be with you after the ten of hearts so that you wouldn't leave the beach with anyone else. I did not want to lose you. I care about you and I never got the chance to properly say that, until now.” 

He let go of your hands. Wrapping his arms around you. “I want to be with you” 

You remained silent. 

“So do I.” 

The kiss came naturally, your face instinctively moved to his. Lips meeting midway. It was just brief, natural. Chishiya leaned back in, kissing you once more. By the time it was time for the third round you had finished your snacks, laying in bed together. Chishiya holding your hand in his while explaining his conclusion to you.

“It is Sakamoto, then,” you said.

“I have no doubts about it” Chishiya replied.

“So, do you plan on calling him out or making a drastic reveal? I know you'd like that.” you stood up, stretching your hands a bit. The handcuffs made it hard to move them. 

“No, I would rather spend my truth cards on making you confess your love to me.” he half smirked, not looking away from his cards. 

“You are unbearable Chishiya,” you teased.

You returned first, sat down and took out your cards, rearranging them on the table. The round began with only half the participants. Chishiya once again sat down last. The body of Yoko's female companion was covered with a sheet, Yoko crying softly and Sakamoto sitting stone faced. You discarded the Key card for number 6.

“We should start” Sakamoto proclaimed

“Where are her cards?” Daichi asked. 

“All blanks” Sakomoto looked at Daichi

“Not possible” the girl with the shaved head retorted and pointed at the sheet from which a hand of the older woman stuck out. “She had a Key card.” 

“For Yoko” Sakamoto said, lifting Yoko's hands, showing she no longer had handcuffs. Yoko jerked her hand back.

“The round has now started, all participants must remain in their seats”

Yoko and Sakamoto each played a Blank card. You played a Truth card.

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“Sakamoto, did the woman at the head of the table have one or two Key cards.”

“One” Sakamoto calmly replied. 

You hoped Chishiya caught onto what you were trying to do. If he asked Yoko the same question and her answer would differ it would mean that the king is an exception to rules - proving the Kings identity to the others. 

Genji threw out a Blank card and the girl played an Information card. 

“Chishiya Shuntaro, age 25, the son of the chief of directors at Tokyo general hospital was disowned by his father” 

“I knew you were familiar!” Daichi yelled “You burned Niragi!”

“Right.” Chishiya smiled slyly. 

You knew of Chishiyas father, very little, but enough to know not to pry right now.

“Why didn't you say you were from the beach, man? We'd have invited you to drink with us” Daichi asked as he threw out a Key card for Genji.

You, shaved head and Sakamoto were the only ones in handcuffs right now. Yoko also seemed to notice. 

“Her! It's her! She is the king!” she frantically waved her hands, pointing to you. 

The girl with the shaved head, leaned back, quietly murmuring “Fuck, Id never have thought” 

“Alright then, we just have to unlock my handcuffs, wait and its game clear.” Sakamoto leaned back, adjusting his position. 

Chishiya reached for you hand under the table, whispering in your ear. “Im going to enjoy this”

You squeezed his hand, suppressing a smile. 

Chishiya revealed his cards. “Good thing I have this then”

“Yes! Good job everyone” Yoko beamed, looking over at Sakamoto. 

“Yoko,” Chishiya slid forward a card. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

 “How many key cards did the woman at the head of the table have?”

Yoko looked at Sakamoto, then at Chishiya. “One”

A laser charred through her head, blood pooling and dripping down the table. 

“Holy shit. It's you.” The girl with the shaved head 

“The round has now ended, all participants are free to leave their seats”

Sakamoto rushed to get Yoko's cards, but the girl with the shaved head stopped him. 

“6343” she announced. With the way Sakamoto was stretched across the table it was easy to peek at his cards. He had an Information and Key card.

“7-”

“7117” Chishiya beat you to it.

“You lost” the girl pushed him to his seat sticking out her tongue, mocking him.

He had a disgusted scowl on his face. 

“You wanna stay behind and get wasted?” Daichi turned to Genji. They shared a high five and all giddy, left the room. Daichi yelled “We will watch him get shot”

“While doing shots” Genji laughed.

Those two really are something. You sometimes ache to have such a simple mindset, being able to enjoy careless pleasures. Chishiya placed his hand on your back. Careless pleasure huh.

“Lets go.” he urged, the crinkly paper in his pocket gave him away. He'd stolen two if not three packets of the biscuits.

“Look at you, robber.” 

“Oh I'm not the one in handcuffs am I?” 

“Would you like to be” you looked at him, expecting an equally smart ass comeback.

“I think I prefer this.” he gently pushed your body against the wall, pulling your hands to the side, careful not to hurt your wrists and leaned in for a kiss. He had this stupid expression on his face, intense eyes but smiling. 

The girl was in the vault room, imputing her code. “Hey, you two, thanks for whatever you did back there. I'm Mima by the way” 

Sound of handcuffs dropping echoed and she groaned slightly “Jesus, if I hadn't stopped smoking I'd say I need a cigarette.” 

You grabbed the key, Chishiya taking over and unlocking your handcuffs. Chishiya leaned into your ear, placing the set of handcuffs in his pocket along with the key “Were keeping these”

You felt your cheeks burn up slightly. What have you gotten into? Rather what will you get into you…

“Mima, Im Chishiya, this is (YN/)” he chirped.

The tree of you walked out. Kuina was sitting outside, playing with her Lucky charm (which was literally a bomb). You greeted her with a hug. 

“Kuina, this is Mima.” you introduced them. 

“And this is, well” you tried to prepare Kuina, Chishiya walked out the building, eyes closed, hands inside his pocket. 

“You son of a bitch” Kuina smiled widely. 

An explosion sounded above you, right, the airship. Everybody realized, started walking wherever. 

“I have a hideout nearby.” Chishiya raised his voice.

“Great, I need a fucking bed.” Kuina raised her hand. 

“Right there with you Kuina,” Mima added.

“Oh yeah, we do too.” Chishiya raised one of his eyebrows in your direction, thanks to Kuina and Mima being in front of you they didn't catch his expression. 

“You're insufferable,” you said.

“Oh you won't be saying that when Im done with you” 

“I hate you” 

“Do you” Chishiya pulled out a Truth card from the game. You stopped running, amusing him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Never” 

[witchofthesouls]

I would love to see you write some more culture differences between the bots and humans. If you wouldn’t mind :0 I wish we saw some in TFP

Same here. I love seeing world-building and deep lore, especially with other fantasy/sci-fi civilizations.

TFP gave us so much and so little at the same time. It's like going to a restaurant, you have a drink and great appetizers, so you're constantly waiting for the entrée that isn't coming!

TFP is also really fascinating when looking at it with the lens of the caste system and its deep roots within and among the 'bots, even their reduced circumstances. I get the feeling that Optimus is way more casual in way with his team than what the decorum would demand, even with his barriers.

The Autobots would find human cityscapes as quaint. Even the dense sprawls of megacities with towering high rises are paltry reminder of what they're used to.

Cybertron was a planet where its wilds had been tamed. Either reshaped or completely stripped. The Wastelands is/was an apt name for the baren landscapes outside the established city-states.

It wasn't just a large difference in public transport and zoning and sheer scale. It was also the functional design and architecture.

City-states mimicked the layouts of Titans' ground alt-modes. They didn't sprawl outward. Those had set perimeters based on Titans' outer defenses. Instead, the cities expanded up or down.

It wasn't limited to just a parking structure or secretive bases. Whole levels housed entire communities of what castes resided there: occupations, hospitals, sewage, refineries, restaurants, entertainment, and so much. Some mecha go without ever seeing the sunlight or feel real wind, especially those at the lowest of the system. The lowest castes are set all the way at the bottom, among ancient tech and dilapidated buildings. Sorting and recycling what could be kept and what must be sent back to the upper levels.

The concept of "open to the public" would confuse the Autobots. The Golden Age operated its society under the strict overview of a caste system, which expanded to "where" and "what" individuals of a caste could access.

Monster truck rallies fall under bloodsport to them. Bulkhead once scavenged money to watch and do small bets at high-stakes drift racing and lower-tier gladiator matches below the ground. Mecha still had to pay entrance fees to it.

Parks were under the Artisanal caste. Blending murals of legends, careful tending to fauna that are functionally extinct that was tailored to the agreed aesthetic, live music from specific pupils of masters, playing on instruments that merged with the gardens, so it was difficult to tell what was a tool and a plant or animal. And entry to any of it was only allowed for certain castes.

Universities were thriving, self-contained communities, and major points of power. No one off the list would be allowed into its grounds. All visitors and short-term guests were deeply screened and monitored. There is no such thing as "dropping by." Everything is meticulously planned and prepared. Unless a faculty member personally vouches for a guest, they must heed the numerous rules or a risk permanent banning.

Academia had long since been territorial over its talents and quality of its programs and people. They refuse to allow anyone outside its jurisdiction to bully one of its own. No matter the rank or caste, it will close its inescapable jaws around an outsider.

The fact that someone could go to a private university and simply jog upon its grounds is mind-boggling to the 'bots.

As well as libraries and their courses and workshops. So anyone can go? Anyone?! Everyone has access to the knowledge!? Can anyone simply go join a seminar on local gardening? Anyone can just go to a playground and start swinging or playing basketball or flying a kite or dancing to music? Anyone?

Bulkhead had a lot of questions for Jack and Raf since they're locals compared to Miko.

"So anyone can go?"

"Yeah. I used to spend my recess looking up bird anatomy and Ancient Greece and Egypt."

"You had a thing for ancient civilizations?" Raf asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" Jack shrugged. "Pharoahs and gladiators and old gods? We ate that up with mystery books or Goosebumps."

"I read Sherlock Holmes and the Chronicles of Narnia."

"Those are classics. Hey, did you get into The Lo-"

"Hold up," Bulkhead cut in, crouched down and leaning more forward, as if sharing a secret and quietly ask, "So anyone?"

"Yes. Anyone." Jack repeated, rapidly firing off each point with a finger. "Their family. Their friends. Their classmates. Their coworkers. Their pe-"

"Even, let's say, a construction worker. He could just go inside and pick up, I don't know, quantum physics? Anatomy of any frames? Gardening?"

"Sure." Raf squinted and moved to wipe off his glasses with his sleeves. "Clubs and people like to donate more to expand the base. Some of the college professors even leave early editions of their textbooks." Raf readjusted his glasses and beamed. "It's for easier access people and for an industrial copier."

"Oh..." There was a wealth of meaning in that small noise.

"You..." Jack struggled on the concept. Perhaps giant metal aliens didn't need books and could download information from their own internet. "You don't have libraries or schools?"

"No. We did." Bulkhead sighed. "I just wasn't allowed into them."

Out of all of them, Miko would be the to come the closest to understanding them in some ways. 出る杭は打たれる. The nail that sticks out gets hammered in.

As a transfer student from Japan, Miko does have instances of culture clashes with her American classmates and host family.

She's loud. She knows that. But Americans are a different breed with no restraint. In some ways, admirable. In others, incredibly frustrating.

Miko is used to a far heavier workload with long hours after-school and a busy city life. Jasper qualifies between a small and large town that she can't walk around easily on her own with the blazing heat and bitter cold nights and the lack of a car or a bike.

Detention in the US is a joke to her. Stay in school after it's over? She's used to doing that back at home with clubs and cleaning it. On a Saturday? Same thing. Some clubs back home ran long hours over the weekend. Do homework? She already finished it during lunch or between classes because she wants all the other time to herself and the 'bots.

Because Bulkhead gets a realization just how free the kids' social mobility is, he tries to get on Miko over her scrapping at school and her assignments, especially after Ratchet's high jacking their science projects resulted in failure. And that was another strange blow since Ratchet is a medic and a scientist. She's smart and quick and can be rough around the edges and so everywhere, and, to him, Miko deserves everything she could want in her short life. (And wasn't that also a terrifying concept to grasp? To just live and die under a single vorn?)

At first, Miko was getting annoyed because it's similar to the well-meaning nagging her host family does, but she reads the worry he has, and they have to really sit down and speak and soothe over his misunderstandings.

It comes as a huge surprise to her that Bulkhead can just download a language into him. Context and colloquialisms would be missing, and he needs work because he's a mix between extreme formality and, much to her delight, yakuza. And it's all because of her own frustration that English is her second language.

[c-53]

wahhhh theres some. really good implications in the layout of the main hub in gr2, about how Jack is sorta treated in general. like. very much One Of Them vibe. The base is very open, and equal parts base of operations, and a living space. labs, and equipment for Jack's upkeep is side by side with comfy couches, and games. theres no real attempts at restricting him or keeping him separate. He has equal access to sensitive work stations and bedrooms, and considering he was made to be (and still is) an assassin and an infiltrator who is now beholden to no masters, its like. so significant

the trust and acknowledgement of personhood present. Zoe mentioned that after the events of the first game, Jack had to completely relearn how to move, and talk, and like. the fact it was in such a gentle environment this time, and not the terrifying kickstart the Architect gave him after his first resurrection....

[reficu1]

Reaction to the fact that someone tried to kill you

Makota Naegi: You've become good friends with him during your stay at Hope's Peak, so it's safe to say that his luck extends to you as well. Passing by honey. Strange noises were heard from a crack in the doorway in the office. Not afraid, Makoto opened the door and saw how they were trying to kill you. Thus scared off your killer. Don't worry, everyone will know your killer.

Kyoko Kirigiri: As usual, walking around the school, but not on the first floor. A strange feeling could not leave her, which was leading to the scene of a future crime. When he met Makoto, it was clear from his face that something had happened. She approached with a quick step. I saw your killer and you with hematomas on your body. Now he is watching him.

Celestia Ludenburg: “Someone here can't adapt?” still with this mask says Celes. Surprisingly, you also have a good relationship with her. Can't do anything against your killer. But now the two of you are walking around, and the mangaka is around the corner as bait.

Byakuya Togami: “Well, Makoto? Will you continue to say that no one will kill anyone?” He found a reason to mock. Because of this attempt, he began to look both ways. Thinks you need to be careful. Has nothing against you.

Toko Fukawa: Began to be rude to this killer, so that Byakuya finds it difficult to shut up the writer's verbal flow. Just like Byakuya is watching you. Sometimes he stumbles upon a mangaka, then she forgets everything and a big concert begins.

Genocide Jack: Every time she sees the killer, she starts looking for a rope to tie his corpse, as she usually does with victims. But each time he sneezes and another performance begins.

Aoi Asahin: The only one who decided to help you and treat your wounds. Crying, she doesn't want to lose you. Thinking about how to get revenge on your killer. After all, there will be no execution.

Sakura Ogami: That under-killer almost killed you and brought Aoi to tears. Took advantage of your underdeveloped strength. Well, he's obviously been walking around like a minefield the rest of the time.

Yasuhiro Hagakure: “I knew it!” did the layout on the cards and he got death, a man with a frame and an angel. He thinks that he would have sat even longer, then he would have figured out who it was. And so Yasuhiro, like a bell. If the killer comes into view, he starts screaming. Warning that a leper is coming.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Hajime Hinata: “Oh my god, Y/N!” you were attacked in the building, but you ran out of there and ran into Hajime. Here he explains the whole situation. He lifted it to everyone's ears. Now your killer is being held in the same way as Nagito. You are his girlfriend, he was worried.

Nagito Komaeda: “Oh, I'm not the only one who had plans” they are sitting in the same room, tied. Your killer is unlucky to be in the same room as him. As I understand it, he is already thinking why I was not executed??? And so, you liked him. So, sits and comes up with a second assassination attempt.

Chiaki Nanami: Quietly approached you when no one was with you. I hugged you. Not afraid for you. You're alive and the guys will take care of your killer.

Mahiru Koizumi: "It's so mean, you're acting like a man," Mahiru, who has turned pale, mumbles under her breath. Very worried. He staggers from the killer and won't let you in.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: "Hah, you managed to escape and betray the killer," that's all the yakuza said. Who knows what he meant. It would be better if she died and he was executed, or did he praise you like that?

Ibuki Mioda: Shock. For a while I thought you were a zombie. During this time, I came up with a new song, which I sang to you after your amendment.

Nekomaru Nidai: At that moment I was in the toilet. When he came out, it was already difficult to tear one person away from the killer. Together with Soda, they tied him up and threw him to Komaede.

Akane Owari: "Oh, it's time to test your strength," Akane began to warm up. You two love to eat. I do not want to lose such a fellow.

Peko Pekoyama: Walks around you and tries to make sure himself and you that everything will be all right. Won't let him near you. Yes, and when everyone else.

Hiyoko Saionji: “You are so disgusting that death does not want for you...” Peko's menacing look did not allow her to agree. Everything is as usual.

Sonya Nevermind: Together with Mikan, they did the dressing. Asking others to look after you. He thinks that he would be the most worthless killer. And now he considers you a good runner.

Kazuichi Soda: Catching your killer. He ran with a rope, like a butterfly. Until Nekomaru intervened and crushed that butterfly with his body.

Gundam Tanaka: He watched the butterfly catch and closed the eyes of the hamsters. Often began to follow you as a shadow. But more often he sends animals.

Mikan Tsumiki: “R-r-anas are shallow-b-b-side, so that it's not-not scary,” her cod.

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

Kaede Akamatsu: Opened the door to the office and saw a picture of you being strangled. She screamed, betraying herself. The killer had already thought about the second victim. But then a passing person intervened.

Shuichi Saihara: Strange sounds and intuition directly shouted that it was worth going in that direction. I ran to the place. I saw a receding shadow, and two bad-looking girlfriends. When he found out the name of the one who did it, he told everyone.

K1-B0: Rushed to check on your condition.

Maki Harukawa: She was that person. Took and broke the killer. What surprised the others, but the main thing was defended by Y/N. You made friends with this girl.

Kaito Momota: "Did he try to kill you?" He's torn in half. It seems right to go to the dream, but it seems that you are his girlfriend, whom she does not want to lose.

Himiko Yumeno: She was too lazy to tell you. And this whole situation was exhausting for her. Therefore, when you are left alone, it will fall into your arms.

Rantaro Amami: “Excuse me, what?” the guy was worried. Ran around you like a stung bee.

Ryoma Hoshi: The only one who suggested that he somehow isolate this killer so that there would be no second attempt.

Kirumi Tojo: “Honey, are you hurt a lot?” Mommy is interested. After all, the truth worries. Thinks you need to do one less serving.

Anji Yonaga: She was praying at that moment. So, when she found out about what had happened, she told everyone about her prayer. Shares with you his positive.

Tenko Chyabashira: “Here you are!” Tenko shouts at the killer. First of all, as I saw him, I decided to shout so that everyone knew where he was. And then I went to try new aikido techniques on it.

Korekiyo Shinguji: Stopped Chabashira. After all, this is wrong. Although in my head it is already breaking the bones of your offender.

Miu Iruma: I tuned K1-B0 better. So that he can help you. Doesn't want to be nice.

Gonta Gokuhara: "Oh, n-no," Gonta began to cry. Ran to you to learn everything firsthand. After that, he began to walk with you and lead like a true gentleman.

Kokichi Oma: His deceitful mask was gone for a few seconds. But he started his game again. Just started getting your killer. Bringing him to emotions. Showing that he acted very stupidly.

Tsumugi Shirogane: "That's awful, I hope you're okay," Tsumugi began to speak softly and sweetly. Stroking on the head. It looks very strange.

[petrichor-idyllic]

Vol and Friends Information | The Maze Runner Fanfic Concept

This is a character and idea I wrote a long time ago and found sitting in my drafts. So, I figured I would finally share her with you guys. Character writing is my thing and I thought I should post something since I've been so inactive.

UNIVERSE WRITING NOTES

As most of you know, the Maze Runner movies and books are actually quite different from each other. Of course, I prefer the books but there are some things I think the movies do better, so I've decided to use aspects from both the books and the movies to use in this potential fanfiction.

From the Movies

Takes a couple of days to recall names.

Layout of the Glade/the Maze is the same.

Characters look like their Movie counterparts for the sake of simplicity.

The Grievers look how they're depicted.

Alby is kinder and less brutal like how he's depicted in the movies.

The Gladers have been there for three years (as of the arrival of Thomas, the story starts a year before the end.)

From the Books

The Beetle Blades exist and are how the Creators observe the Glade.

Thomas and Teresa have their telepathic connection and psychic style dreams/flashbacks exist.

Minho is more sarcastic like how he is depicted in the book.

Grievers don't only come out at night. Whilst not as common, Grievers are active during the day. The Runners have encountered them many times.

The Changing isn't rare to go through and the Gladers already have the serum provided by the Creators.

The Box comes up once a week with supplies and once a month with a new Greenie.

I thought it would be smart to clarify and show the best aspects of both media.

GENERAL CHARACTER INFORMATION

Protagonist Name: Vol

Named after: Voltaire; François-Marie Arouet, also known as M. de Voltaire was a French Enlightment writer, historian and philosopher in the 1700s. He was famous for his wit, and his criticism of Christianity (especially of the Roman Catholic Church) and of slavery. Voltaire was an advocate of freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and separation of church and state.

Subject: A0 "The Trespasser"

Sex: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Unlabeled

Age: 17-19, exact age is unknown

Job: Builder, then later a Med-jack

Appearance:

Face claim: Iva Varvarchuk

About 5'4" with a slim but lean build, she has white skin with freckles and some scarring. She has brown almond eyes and dark eyebrows. She has short, slightly messy brown hair that is often tied half up half down or pulled back in a tight messy french braid. She wears whatever clothes she can get her hands on, but is normally seen wearing the worn leather jacket and off-white hoodie combo that she came up in the box in. She also can be found wearing the grey tank top and baggy cargo pants she arrived in.

Personality: Vol is fiery and critical with a slight violent streak and a drive to do what's right. She believes strongly in equality and that she is just as capable as her male counterparts. She has no problem putting the boys in their places if they stare for too long or make an inappropriate comment. She often gets in arguments for her beliefs and ideas and isn't above going against the Keepers and Alby to get her point across. She's often described as "too smart for her own good"; her intelligence and quick nature often being a tense point in the Glade. Her intelligence is also exaggerated by her suspiciously good biology knowledge. She's very easily frustrated, especially when people don't listen to her. Despite being very critical and harsh, she can't always take what she dishes out; Vol struggles to take valid criticism and is quick to become defensive as she takes most things to heart. Due to her politically charged nature, she's often routing for the underdog and has a soft spot for Greenies and struggling Gladders- she's almost always willing to risk her mental and physical health for anyone that needs it. She's also beyond willing to jump to anyone's defence should she believe they need it. Because of this, she becomes somewhat of a big sister figure in the Glade- caring but sarcastic and occasionally violent. When she's around the few people she actually looks up to/admires, she becomes more relaxed. She's genuinely witty and often makes jokes that go over people's heads, but she's not nearly as reckless and cutthroat. She tries to lighten the mood after rough days and try and lift spirits, especially after the dreary repetition the Runners go through. She even makes flirty comments and jokes just to watch the boys squirm. Though, the pressure can get too much, especially after certain events skyrocket her into more popularity and conflict than she'd already managed.

OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

LEO

Name: Leo

Named after: Leonardo Da Vinci - Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci (15 April 1452 – 2 May 1519) was an Italian polymath of the High Renaissance who was active as a painter, draughtsman, engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor, and architect.

Subject: A17 "The Deliquent"

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 16 - 18

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship to Vol: Friend

Job: Slicer

Appearance:

Face Claim: Benjamin Wadsworth

About 5'11" and with a pretty strong build. He has tanned skin and several scars and can often be found stained with blood.

Personality: He's extroverted and boisterous, often causing problems and liking being the centre of attention. He's weak-willed and doesn't seem to care about leaving as much as the other boys. He doesn't get along with Minho and most of the Runners for this reason. He's a thorn in Alby's side and has a record for breaking most of the rules- the Slammer is basically his home. He can be incredibly overprotective and forward with his feelings and opinions. He loves to argue and get a rise out of people. He is a definition problem child.

OTTO

Name: Otto

Named after: Otto Hahn - a German Scientist known as the "Father of nuclear chemistry."

Subject: A23 "The Shield"

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/they (the latter going unused in the Glade)

Age: 16 - 18

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship to Vol: Best friend/found brother

Job: Track-hoe

Appearance:

Face Claim: Unknown model

About 6'1" and very skinny. He has slightly crooked teeth and a slit in his eyebrow.

Personality: Otto is more timid and introverted than his counterparts. He lives is Vol and Leo's shadow, opting to just be known as the boy that came up with the girl than making a name for himself. He's kind of a pushover and can be talked into pretty much anything. He kind of a hopeless romantic but he's fueled by logic, providing a much needed level-headedness to his friends, especially when Vol is worked up and willing to go along with Leo's schemes.

DALTON

Name: Dalton

Named after: John Dalton - An English chemist best know for introducing the atomic theory into chemistry.

Subject: A19 "The Statue"

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Asexual/Aromantic

Relationship to Vol: Friend/Body Guard

Job: Bulider

Appearance:

Face claim: Mukasa Kakonge

About 6'4" and well-built. He towers over most of the other Gladers. Has a lot of scars on his hands from his job.

Personality: Dalton is the quietest one of the group. He prefers to stick to himself and the only reason he's social at all is because Leo was the Greenie before him, and had to show him around - now they're friends. Though, unlike Otto, he isn't timid. He has a very intimidating presence and simply doesn't care for the Gladers' conversations or opinions. He is very protective of the people he does care about, though, and isn't scared to intervene when the others get themselves in trouble.

RELATIONSHIPS TO VOL

Friends

Otto: After waking up in the Box, Otto was lost and dazed but had enough common sense to try and wake up the teenage girl who was also passed out. After that, Vol took to protecting her timid friend and is often the more offensive of the pair despite her being the odd one out. Otto is the only person she truly trusts because they're the only person that she's knows for sure is in the same situation as her.

Leo: Vol meets Leo during her trial as a Slicer. He offers her advice and helps out, giving her tricks and ways to make the job easier. He's also the person that convinced Vol to ask Newt about becoming a Med-jack due to her anatomy knowledge. He's more laid-back than most of the Gladers around her so she gains some respect for him and they quickly become friends. Though, Leo quickly shows himself as a bad influence, causing problems in Vol's other relationships. But, due to Leo's unfaltering loyalty, she sticks by him.

Dalton: He kind of came as a deal package with Leo. Vol wasn't sure what to think of him at first, but Dalton proved to be a big softy that would crush anyone that got too close to her, and the pair became close fairly quickly.

Newt: Like most of the Gladers, his relationship with Vol is few and far between as she's got her own little group and she chooses to spend time with them. That being said, Newt is probably one of her more favoured people in the Glade. He's one of the most respectful Gladers and he helps where he's needed, even if he can be sarcastic and nihilistic.

Alby: Alby is more of a leader than a friend to Vol, probably because he is. Though, he does have a soft spot for the girl and sees the same admirable traits in her that he saw in Minho when he first assigned him as the Keeper of the Runners. He tends to keep an eye on her so that he can make sure none of the boys are causing her problems.

Frypan: Due to his small crush on the girl, Frypan is very kind and understanding towards Vol, often letting her vent and giving her extra food under the table. Because of his kindness, Vol occasionally helps out in the kitchen, even delivering and making food for the Runners before they go out into the Maze for the day.

Chuck: She becomes somewhat a mother figure to Chuck, her need to protect and look after him coming to the forefront of their relationship. She's definitely one of Chuck's favourite people in the Glade.

Jeff and Clint: Her coworkers who try and keep her out of trouble. She likes them both equally and appreciates their help and the lack of questioning of her abilities.

Love Interest: Minho

Kinda Enemies to Lovers.

They got off to a bad start when Vol tried to escape the Glade on her first day and Minho had to stop her.

She punched him in the jaw and had a meltdown.

She tried to apologise once she'd calmed down (and Ably made her) but Minho was just sarcastic and bitter. Due to her stubborn nature, she insulted him and stormed off.

Leo's negative opinion of the Runners only adds to this.

Tension lies in physical attraction and occasional staring at first.

Minho comes to admire her morals.

She comes to admire his work ethic.

The pair argue for fun, but no one else seems to notice the spark behind their sarcastic exchanges.

Alby thinks they don't like each other because they're too similar.

Which is exactly why Newt thinks they do like each other.

Other

Gally: The pair got off to a rough start on her trail as a Builder, and then later arguments during her time as a Builder, so there is some tension between them. She eventually comes to admire Gally and his passionate and caring ways, even if he doesn't show it in the best way. She finally starts to respect him as a Keeper, even if their frenemy status still remains.

Thomas: A late arrival to the Glade, she tried to be kind to Thomas when he appears but since he moves at a million miles an hour and is more reckless than she is, she's normally too busy to spend time listening to his antics.

Teresa: Initially, she was beyond pleased to have another girl in the Glade, but overall they don't spend much time together apart from Vol attempting to befriend the girl, who's all too interested in thinking up ideas with Thomas.

Ben: Since he's a Runner and spends a lot of time with Minho, the pair have had a fair few conversations and he witnesses a lot of arguments. He actually likes siding with her because he enjoys annoying Minho. But she wouldn't exactly consider him a friend.

Winston: He's a Glader she sees around and doesn't really talk to. He seems nice enough and she has nothing against him.

Zart: The same applies to Zart as it does Winston.

[quite-right-too]

Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - Chapter One

Summary: After preparing for the arrival of her new housemates, the last thing Rose expected was for one of them to be the man whose flat she had snuck out of the night before.

Thank you to @demdifferentstories-29 for being a seriously amazing beta and helping me, the research proposal writer, get back into writing fanfics. If you haven't checked out her fics yet, please do. They're some of my favorites!

Read here on AO3

Naked.

That was the first thing Rose Tyler noticed when she woke up. 

The bed she was in was not her own, and she was naked. 

Blearily sitting up, she noticed it wasn’t much of a bed, really — it was a mattress on the floor. 

She really had shagged a guy who slept on a mattress on the floor. 

At least it had a sheet on it, she mused pathetically. As Rose looked around, however, she noticed the cardboard boxes littering the room. All of the walls were bare, save for the blinds over the single window letting in the sliver of soft morning light that was illuminating the room. The hardwood floors and white walls were a stark contrast to what she would have expected from someone with so many bloody boxes. The bareness was disorienting. 

He must have just moved into his flat, then. But it didn’t matter, though. 

She looked over to her right and there was a bloke, seemingly also naked, fast asleep next to her. Brown, messy hair donned his head, his expression peaceful. Rose could barely make out the constellations of freckles on his face. Based on his upper body, he was definitely fit – the light smattering of hair on his chest and sleek musculature easily got her attention. His light snores cut through that awkward silence of waking up in a random man’s bed.

She remembered the strobe lights giving her glimpses of the crowd in the otherwise darkened bar, the bass drowning out all other sounds besides her heartbeat in her ears. Dancing in the crowd. Laughing while she walked up to the bar and procured another cocktail — of which the name of she wasn’t sure. Getting several drinks in and seeing this absolutely gorgeous man. This man who had been looking at her with such confidence and desire. Eyes impossibly dark, looking at her like there was nobody else in the room. Dancing with him as his hands roamed, becoming more comfortable with each other. Drunken kisses turning into fumbling into his flat. 

Which turned into some pretty amazing sex. There was something about him, some kind of pull drawing her closer, though she couldn’t be sure of what. Maybe it was just the alcohol that had coursed through her body the night before.

Quietly standing up, she made her way around the room to silently collect her clothes and put them on one by one. Her pair of knickers, however, were nowhere to be found. She barely was able to keep her balance while trying to get her jeans on. Her mobile was still in her pocket. ‘6 missed calls from Jack’ the phone screen showed. Checking the time, her stomach flipped. 

4:53 AM. It was 4:53 in the morning and she had spent most of the night at this stranger’s flat.

Rose rushed to yank on her trainers, frantically checking for her bag and making sure all her belongings were still in it. After a moment of panic, she quietly and slowly opened the door to his bedroom, wincing as it creaked. The man, however, did not stir from his slumber. As she gently closed the door, save for a crack, she surveyed the layout of his flat. It wasn’t very large, probably about the size of the one she had shared with her mum. More bare walls and nearly a dozen cardboard boxes were in what was supposed to be the living room. The floors were quiet as she carefully walked through the hallway, eventually reaching the front door. It was quieter than the first, allowing a seamless transition from the dark flat to the outside world.

It was 5 AM at this point, the city coming back to life. It didn’t take long for a Lyft to arrive. As she sat in the back of the white sedan, Rose was thankful for the silent driver who had quiet, peaceful music playing. The sun had already begun to rise once they made their way out of the main city. The twenty minute ride felt like an eternity and Rose was thankful when the driver finally pulled up to the front of her house. The lights were still off, indicating there was nobody awake.

Her house was more posh than anywhere Rose had ever lived before. She grew up on the estates and could have never imagined living in a house, especially one where she had a large enough bedroom and her own en suite to feel like an actual adult. There was a garden, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a full kitchen, a properly sized living room, a formal dining room, and even a small library. It was stunning and definitely out of her wildest dreams — there was no way she would be able to afford living in a house like this if she was on her own.

Her flatmate, Jack, had recently inherited it from his grandfather. They had met during a drenching storm, in which he offered to give her a lift back to the flat she had shared with her mate Shareen. After keeping his number, she confided in him regarding her numerous failed attempts to find a new flat after some particularly nasty fights concerning her shared living situation. As one would have it, Jack was also looking for a new place to live and suggested that they share a flat, strictly as friends. It was just as platonic as he said, and their relationship blossomed from there. They were practically family, even having the typical rows you would see in sibling pairs. Once Jack’s grandfather had passed and he had gotten the deed to the house, Jack practically begged for her to live with him in it. She accepted enthusiastically.

However, it was definitely an adjustment. Rose had never lived in a house quite this large before, having two whole stories in it. They had only been there for two months even though it seemed like less after spending most of it decorating, acquiring furniture, and painting the walls to make it seem less like an old man lived there. Her room actually felt comfortable and grown up opposed to her vibrantly pink room at her mum’s. The walls were a soft light grey which gave the impression of a room much larger than it actually was. The soft pink duvet on her bed provided a nice pop of colour to the whole thing while the frame and sheets accentuated it with a simple white. Artwork lined the walls, all holding the same signature in the bottom right corner. Her signature.

Wearily unlocking the door, she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding since she woke up. She was now home, where she could lay in her own bed alone. Rose still had to get used to manoeuvring in the dark, narrowly avoiding bumping into various pieces of furniture that had recently been rearranged. The walk of shame up the stairs would have been far more embarrassing had Jack been actually awake. But thankfully, she still had about three hours before his alarm was meant to go off.

She quickly made her way up the stairs, her room at the end of the hall feeling more and more enticing. The door closed silently, finally giving Rose the chance to strip her clothes off. Rose admired the skimpy, strapless pink top she had worn. 

‘Was this what made this man approach me?’ she wondered. 

She so desperately wanted to feel the hot water cleansing her skin from the dirty one-off shag she had. Never had Rose been so thankful that Jack gave her the master bedroom — not worrying about anyone needing to use her bathroom was a nice, peaceful feeling. 

As she turned the water on, multiple thoughts began to plague Rose’s mind. 

Did they use a condom? 

Was he clean? 

Was this whole thing a huge mistake? 

The mirror steaming up pulled her out of her spiral. Mentally, she made a note to go get tested as soon as possible.

The scalding water on her skin was much needed. She felt the night washing off, the bath sponge scrubbing away his tender touches and dirty words; the feelings of hot, sweaty sex full of lust. She remembered more and more while she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair — the fire in his eyes, the way his teeth felt on her neck. Her fingers gripping his hair as he— 

Oh.

Rose’s breath hitched as her full memory of that night flashed through her mind at lightspeed, and she realised that it was the best shag of her life. She stood dumbfounded under the spray for a minute as she desperately tried to recall his name. Not once did they exchange names during the entire night. 

She quickly finished her shower, turning off the water and stepping out with a towel wrapped around her. 

It was a one-off, she reminded herself, albeit a little disappointed at the thought. You’re never going to see him again. 

She threw her pyjamas on and crawled into bed. The fatigue from the night before had begun to set in. Her body felt so heavy and her head throbbed lightly — the result of a mixture of alcohol and exhaustion. She hadn’t even realised she had fallen asleep until the familiar pounding on the door pulled her out of her – quite unrestful – sleep.

“Wake up, Rosie!” Jack called through the door. “I need your help prepping the house for the guests!” 

Oh — that was today.

It was bloody Saturday. Of course it was Saturday — the day Jack’s friends were supposed to be coming to move in. The house was just a little bit too big for the two of them, so Jack had invited some of his old travel friends to come live with them. After a lot of ‘Come on, Rosie, you’ll love them’ and ‘It’ll be nice to have some extra hands around here’, Rose eventually caved and told him that maybe she wouldn’t mind the extra company. Her only worry is that she knew almost nothing about them. She knew their names were James and Donna, they were siblings, and that they live in central London. Well, they lived in central London.

“Well, I thought you would never wake up,” Jack laughed as she sluggishly drifted into the kitchen. The distinct smell of coffee emanated through the room as Rose finally began actually waking up, taking a seat at the table. As he turned his head to look at her, she could see the smirk on his face. “Have too good of a time last night?” God, sometimes she wanted to punch him in his stupid American face. Even when he sat a cuppa down right in front of her with a splash of milk, just how she liked it.

“Maybe I did,” she sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.” He waggled his eyebrows, grinning at her as he chuckled lightly. “You’ve shown up plenty of times after a quick shag in the middle of the night.” Rose picked up the cup, sipping her tea as she eyed him.

Rolling his eyes, Jack grabbed his own coffee mug and sat down at the table with her. “Yeah, but Rose Tyler doesn’t do one night stands.” He was right and she knew it. It was very out of character for her to just have a meaningless fuck and sneak back into the house like she was a teenager. Changing the subject, he continued. “Are you ready to help with the move-in?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rose groaned. It was going to be a long morning.

She had been counting down the minutes as they felt like hours, exhaustion creeping in. The day felt like it was never going to end. The doorbell rang as Rose finished up with tidying up the bathroom upstairs, not including her own. The door opened and she could faintly hear Jack greeting his friends, encouraging them to come inside. She began making her way down the hallway and to the staircase, all with the intention of warmly welcoming her new housemates.

“I’m so glad this worked out,” Jack laughed. “I’ve missed you guys.” He saw Rose coming down the staircase out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, Rosie! Come here! These are our esteemed guests,” he enunciated, giving a little wink. Her footsteps quickened as she descended. Rose looked up from her hands and wiped them off on her pants as she approached them.

“Hi, I’m Donna.” The ginger woman in front of her turned to Rose, greeting her after giving Jack a quick hug. “Thank you for letting my brother and I stay with you. It’s nice to finally be out of the city for once.” Her smile was warm and she had this aura of kindness around her. Rose was happy that Jack’s friends at least seemed normal.

“I’m Rose. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

As she turned to greet the man in front of her, she froze. That messy brown hair and constellation of freckles that Rose had tried to trace in the dim light of the morning. His eyes were this deep brown, and the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose framed his face gorgeously. Her stomach flipped as their eyes met. It was like a string had been pulled so taut between them that it would snap at any moment. 

It was him — the bloke whose flat she snuck out of after the best sex of her life. And here he was, standing in front of her, a matching look of shock adorned his features as he had the same realisation. And she didn’t even know his name.

“Hi, uh—” he stammered, stiffly offering her an outstretched hand. “I’m James. James Noble. It’s, er, nice to meet you.” He swallowed thickly, waiting for a response. Rose blinked the flabbergasted look off her face, taking a deep breath and accepting his hand to awkwardly shake it.

“Likewise.” What did she just get herself into?