#mouse writes

"gimme a second guys, my partner's texting/calling me"

when u bring food to him while he's streaming his fans will always try spot any redeeming features to see if they could figure out what u could look like

like there will be some of his fans that would watch purely just to see u barely on screen for a few seconds and go crazy with detective work

when u guys got engaged, the fans were the first to know

after a particularly long stream, he would just bring u to bed and collapses ontop of u and fall asleep

there are edits of kenma and ur torso (cos there's no face) somewhere

I fear u would be like Lizzie with Joel's edits, like fangirling over them and commenting on ur alt account (LDShadowlady and SmallishBeans reference 😋)

he would occasionally post cute things that u guys did together on his insta (obvi not with ur face)

there are memes with the way that kenma looks at u: me, that one cookie I had in 2015 that I could never find again (he so in love with u fr)

when pics of u and kenma in public got out, he made sure to check how u feel about it before either addressing it or just leaving it and using it as ur face reveal

masterlist haikyuu masterlist

bye

You knew better than to challenge Carl, but sometimes it was fun to push, just to see what he'd do.

But, admittedly, you weren't expecting this.

"Grab the handcuffs and come back here." He commanded, still in his uniform after work.

Eagerly, you obeyed, grabbing his handcuffs and scurrying back to his room. You held them out, giggling mischievously.

Carl rolled his eyes, smirking at you. "So now you wanna listen, huh?"

He took the cuffs from you, then bent you forward over his bed, holding your arms behind your back. Technically, he wasn't supposed to use his handcuffs off duty... but what his chief didn't know wouldn't kill them.

"You have the right to remain silent, little lady." He hummed, pulling you back up against his chest.

"But, officer Gallagher, 'm a good girl! 'm innocent!" You pleaded, stifling a giggle as his fingers dipped into the waistband of your pants.

"Uh huh, is that so?" Carl laughed softly. "Well, I'll be the judge of that... after a full body inspection, of course."

"I hope it's a really thorough one." You teased.

After planting some kisses on your neck, he bent you back over the bed, your pants dropped down around your ankles, leaving your soaked panties exposed.

"Fuckin' little whore." He muttered under his breath, smirking afterwards. You were in for it now.

Log 2  4:12 4/26/2031, 4 Hours 12 Minutes Since entry.

I'm only writing this because I've been separated from the rest of my expedition. Some sort of accident around one of the chasms in the dark. I've lost visual and auditory contact with all 6 other members of my expedition, which leaves record keeping duty to me. At this point I feel comfortable saying our research here is a failure, shifting priority to in non academic terms “Getting the hell out of here”

Log 3  6:16 4/26/2031, 6 Hours 16 Minutes Since entry.

Im only just now realizing i dont have the rest of the logs with me, For postarities sake ill make a record of the context of our mission. I am the sole survivor of a government sponsored expedition by the city of Naperville Illinois into what is being referred to internally as the Naperville megastructure. The entrance to the structure was inside an abandoned private storage facility off of I-88 which was discovered to have anomalous properties following a failed attempt at demolition and the discovery of extra floors not on any plans or documentation. These floors went far deeper than any other buildings in the area and lacked any defined boundaries to size or scale. The purpose of my expedition was to determine any potential environmental or developmental impact the structure might pose to the wider area, but following the loss of all of the research inclined personnel as well as all of our equipment, further study is being put on an indefinite hold, other than observations i will record in this log for documentation should i manage to get out of here, or to be read posthumously in case this notebook ends up flowing out of some rainwater runoff pipe somewhere after i die of starvation in here. The weird plants in the specimen bags are looking very appealing right about now.

Log 4  Day 2  2:51 4/27/2031, 13 Hours Since entry.

If I'll be perfectly candid, I'm glad to be away from my group. Since the possibility of an internal investigation and review is impossible both because of the secrecy of this project as well as the in all likelihood untimely deaths of the involved parties, I will at least let my records show that the 6 shmucks i was sent down here with were some of the most insufferable bigots in the state of Illinois. I've appeared to have returned to an older section of the structure, the dark, cramped, and musty hallways I was in have given away again to larger concrete areas with wide open spaces that I lost contact with my group in. Some of the courtyards are open to the sky, letting light into the lower levels while others open into large, presumably bottomless chasms. The sky shines a perfect cloudless blue despite the dreary conditions we entered under, and it still appears to be daytime despite the fact that according to my watch and the bags under my eyes it should be late at night. Seeing as how I'm supposed to be at least 8 or 9 stories underground, I have my doubts as to how real that sky actually is. Not that it matters much, I doubt I could scale the towering concrete walls without any equipment. It's getting late and I'm only getting more lost, i think I'm going to treat myself to one of my few packs of rations and sleep in the least exposed nook I can find.

Log 5  Day 2  11:24 4/27/2031, 23 Hours Since entry.

My hopes of being in an earlier section of the structure have been dashed, I appear to have wandered into a new section. The rolling doors of the area nearest the entrance are back, now meshed with the concrete in grid pattern that reaches high up above me. Some of the doors are partially open, and from them water spills out, filling the halls with water up to my ankles. Despite the relatively cool air, its warm and seems mostly clean. I cant say i like wading through this section, but anything beats the dark from earlier. I only have 2 more rations left, if i stretch them i should be able to last a few more days, Which is good because im finally 100% sure that this place is moving. I left a mark on one of the rolling doors when i came to a junction, to see if I could come back to it after i had made my turn, and sure enough as soon as it left my site both the door and the hall i had came from were gone. Its nice to be able to cross off “eccentric billionaire with too much time on his hand” from my list of possible reasons this place exists and finally settle on something actually weird happening.  My bets on aliens, its probably aliens.

Log 6  Day 2  4:43 4/27/2031, 27 Hours Since entry.

Things don't look good, In the last stretch of hallway there was a stairwell hidden under the water that i did not see, i ended up tripping and dropping the bag i had my supplies into the water, there must be some current in the water because the bag was swept a good distance away from me, and by the time I fished it back out it most of the rations were compromised. To make matters worse the water destroyed a good portion of this notebook, so im going to have to write less. A shame, i was looking forward to doing this to stay sane, and also eating, probably going to miss that too. Ive mostly given up hope getting out of here, way i see it, im not getting out unless the megastructure wants me too. If your reading this on the outside tell the city that they should have paid me more for this.

Log 7 Day 3 4/28/2031 40+ Hours Since entry

Woke up to find out that my watch is broken, and hasn't moved since I took that spill in the water yesterday. Not a great sign, but I'm trying not to let it get to me. Honestly speaking ive been getting pretty lucky, Last night i made it to a new section of the structure, the walls are made of rough tan bricks, occasionally covered in vines or with small decorative holes that let light into the hallways, everything is on a far more human scale now too, The ceiling is actually a reasonable distance above my head now. Every now and then i happen upon a small courtyard open to the sky, some of them even have what i would generously call fountains in them, not that their is any running water or anything. There are however strange fruits sometimes, they look like small silvery gourds or melons, I tried one of them this morning to stave off the hunger and their not to bad honestly, tastes like fruit is all i can really say. I figure if i die from eating alien fruit its probably a better way to go than starving or falling down a pit forever. These courtyards are honestly kind of nice, i could see myself staying here, but when i stop to rest the other entrances start to bug me, they feel like eyes watching me in a way, sort of like the invisible eyes of a crowd watching you make stupid decisions in public. Id always hated crowds to be honest, part of the reason i wanted an office job was so that i could just sit alone in my cubicle all day. Maybe thats why i havent gone insane in here yet, its honestly like a mini vacation that i didnt get to decide i would go on, and am unable to leave, and will most likely die on. So like. A shitty vacation.

Log 8 Day 4 4/29/2031 60+ Hours Since entry

I wish this place would let me back in the brick area, I absolutely hate this new section. The brick has given way to dark residential rooms, like im in some neverending suburban house. I can hear the wind right outside but no matter what door I open I'm always still inside. Worse still all the lights are off. I feel like a scared kid again trying to find the bathroom at a friends house late at night. Except all the walls keep moving. I didn't sleep well, even if i did find an actual honest to god bedroom to sleep in. the damned wind kept me up all night. The hunger didn't help either, every kitchen i find is empty, some of them even look ransacked, as if whoever’s house this was just got robbed. It kind of freaks me out. Its weird how much this place knows about the outside world. I get the feeling its not just watching me but watching everyone. Silently waiting, watching, learning. Twisting inwards a crude recreation of us. I wonder if it can read my thoughts. Im probably just losing it, I shouldn't think about stuff like that.

Log 9 Day 5 4/30/2031 80+ Hours Since Entry

Im back in the concrete part again. I found a few discarded bags near one of the chasms, inside their is a few personal effects and even some supplies. But no owner to be found. I ended up taking it, its not like they can double back for it anyway. If they're still alive that is.

That bag was concerningly close to the cliff edge… i dont think their coming back for it. Im going to eat in silence tonight i think.

Log 10 Day 6 5/1/2031? 100+ Hours Since Entry

I had a rough night, I think whatever I ate must have been spoiled. The date on the package said it was supposed to be good for another good decade or so. But I think something must be wrong. I rummaged through the bag a bit and found a wallet. Apparently it belonged to some scrawny looking guy with a silly looking mustache. Weirder still according to the birth date he only should have been about 6 years old. Certainly doesn't look that way. I would love to write it off as some sort of prank ID but i still feel uneasy. Im not sure ive been as good at keeping time down here as I thought I was.

Log 11 Day 7 5/2/2031? 120+ Hours Since Entry

I'm outside now, or at least it looks like I'm outside. The sky is cold and gray, and fluorescent lights float in the air. I cant for the life of me see what they are hanging from. I left through a small metal side door into what seems to be a great big empty parking lot. If I am outside there isn't anyone for as far as the eye can see, just asphalt, pavement, and the occasional small run down building. Those fruits from the brick area are here too, they grow from cracks in the pavement. Ive been eating those instead of the rest of the food in this bag i took. It certainly goes down alot easier. I doubt ive really made any progress here. In all likelihood this is just a particularly weird section of the structure, and if ran far enough I'd see those concrete walls again. I might try and go in one of those little buildings tonight, i feel too exposed out here. Given how long ive been down here i dident think i would come to miss being surrounded by walls. 

Log 12 Day 8 5/3/2031? 140+ Hours Since Entry

I'm in the brick area again, and ended up sleeping in a little nook next to one of the courtyards, on a little stone bench. Coming in here felt like being wrapped in a warm hug. It is wonderful to be somewhere nice for a change, especially with how dismal the last few days have been. Ive stocked up on plenty of fruits and am now looking for a good source of water. The megastructure has been pretty kind to me today, im hoping to maybe find that flooded section again so i can fill up the canteens that were in the bag i took. Maybe if i ask it nicely?

Log 13 Day 9 5/4/2031? 160+ Hours Since Entry

I found bones this morning. A couple huddled together in one of the brick hallways, tangled in vines. I guess I shouldn't stay complacent. They had some supplies on them that i took with me, including water, so I guess I shouldn't complain either. I'm beginning to think this place might actually be able to read my thoughts, and that it might be alot more dangerous than I thought. Those bones looked old, not a speck of meat on them. And the vines… 

Ive just got to keep moving, it hasn't steered me wrong yet. I think id still like to find the flooded section, the more water i can get the better.

Log 14 Day 10 5/4/2031? 180+ Hours Since Entry

Its listening to me, it only took a few hours of walking to hear pouring water again. And soon enough i was exactly where i wanted to be. As i filled my canteens i had some harrowing thoughts. Its alive, and watching. Its watching me specifically. And it wants me alive. The way those vines grew around their necks, the way the concrete gave way when my group was standing at the edge of the chasm. If it wanted me dead it would have done it by now. Its leading me somewhere. Somehow im… useful to it. That must be the only reason it hasent killed me yet. I feel weak, im going to have trouble sleeping tonight.

Log 15 Day 11 5/5/2031? 200+ Hours deep

All night i had weird dreams, even in my head i cant escape its presence. I moved like a ghost, through endless halls and corridors. I moved so fast, at millions of miles per hour. I could see everything at once, and i could only see myself at the same time. I looked down at my sleeping body from every angle, every direction lead back to me. I was the wind, and the wind was me. I woke up with a start, and the halls were all the same. And then they were all different. I felt naughty, like i had walked in on someone changing, seen something I hadn't meant too. I got stuck for a while trying to leave the small room i had slept in, all of the walls seemed to shut on me, i had to turn around several times to make any form of progress. Its as if the structure itself wanted me to stay in place. It felt kind of silly more so than disturbing. Like when you cover someone's eyes with your hand so they don't ruin a surprise you were in the process of hiding. Curiosity joined the pit in my stomach. I wanted to go further, I needed to see what it had to show me. I hope I didn't make it mad.

Log 16 Day 12 5/6/2031? 220+ Hours deep

Im in a new section now, the ceilings are high, but reasonable, like a train station. And the walls are covered in gold and silver. Mirrors hang from every surface, walls, the roof, even the floor is polished to a shine. Everywhere i see myself, from every angle. Ive seen better days, but i cant let her know that. Im on display here, in her gallery. Was this what she was trying to show me? Ive noticed i cant think about her how i used too. There are things that are to alive for me to hold my distance. I swear in my sleep i can hear her speak to me, wordless nothings in a honeyed tone. I keep walking. I think she must like it when i walk. I wonder if she has let anyone else see this much of her. It feels like im sharing secrets in bed late at night, in the many mirrors i catch myself blushing lost in thought. i hope she talks to me again tonight.

Log 17 Day 13 240+ Hours deep

She has taken me outside again, it looks like the outdoor section of a hardware store, flowers and fountains neatly potted, stacked, and shelved stretch as far as i can see. Its like a garden in a way. New fruits bloom and grow, they taste like honey and cinnamon and metal. It is calm here, and i want for not. She is being very kind to me now. I try to hide it but my own thoughts betray me, there is nothing left i can keep from her. For a long time now she has had my body, free to take me wherever she pleases within her great complex, but she now has my heart too.

Log 18 Day 14 260+ Hours deep

She is quiet today, the walls move silently. Sometimes she even lets me see them move. There is such great power behind it, its as if the world itself was giving way. I could walk to a flat stretch of wall and see it part before me. She is leading me somewhere, somewhere dark and desolate. But im not afraid anymore, its not that i think she wont hurt me. Part of me wants that in truth. But moreso i know that my life is at her whims. If i live it will be by her infinite grace, and if i die it will be at her mercy. The walls pulse and writhe here, and smell of meat and bone. There is no light anymore, but i do not need it. I simply keep walking, knowing she will guide me. Tonight i will sleep closer to her than i ever have before.

Log 19 Day 15 280+ Hours Deep

I am at the core, a great shining mass of light and flesh and bone and stone and metal. It pulses and the world does with it. I can sense her deep sense of trust, how honored I am to be allowed to see this. She let me touch it even, her pulse quickened when i placed my hand against it. I sit now in awe of her, writing my last message. I can feel her draw from deep within. She has made a place from me deep inside, and i am powerless to resist. I will enter and become one with her, and she will take me and make me hers. I think this is where i die, where i was always meant too. I couldn't be happier.

Log 20 she has given me silverfruit and milk this morning

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