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[cyber-soul-smartz]

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[sixeyesonathiel]

satoru is absolutely the type to impulsively fuck you on the porch swing.

not in a creepy neighbor-watching kind of way—he’d blindfold the whole damn street if he had to—but in a he can’t stand being more than a foot away from you for longer than five minutes kind of way.

and it’s way worse when you’re out here like this: sunk into the old swing in that thin, slinky sundress that makes him want to misbehave, bare legs stretched out and catching the late afternoon light, your damp hair clinging to your neck because you just stepped out of the shower, all soft skin and slow blinking eyes and a hum stuck in your throat like you don’t know you’re slowly killing him.

you’re sunshine and heat and temptation in its purest form, and the only thing in the world he ever wants to look at again. he’s fucked in the head for you, and it only gets worse the longer he stares.

it starts with a glance. always does. then he’s sitting beside you, thigh pressed to yours, a hand draped lazily over the back of the swing like he’s not already burning with the need to touch you. he’s close, too close, but not nearly close enough for his liking.

and when you stretch, when the hem of that little dress rides up just a bit too high and he catches the barest flash of your inner thigh—he’s gone. cooked. fried. already turning toward you, eyes heavy, smirk lazy. his fingers slide along your skin like they’re remembering it from every lifetime before this one.

he’s a menace but he’s your menace, all long limbs and too-blue eyes and a grin that means trouble and good times and absolutely no self-control.

“you know,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear, warm breath making you shiver, “i do have a technique for opening those legs.”

you smack his chest with a gasp that’s more amused than offended, trying to glare at him but failing because he’s already pulling you into his lap, coaxing your thighs to part as you straddle him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like this is where you both belong.

the swing creaks under the shift, wood groaning in protest, but he doesn’t care. not even a little. all he sees is the way your breath hitches when his fingers trail up under your dress, how your lashes flutter when he mouths at your neck, tongue hot and greedy and reverent, like he’s praying with every kiss.

his hands are all over you, palms rough on your waist, thumbs brushing beneath the swell of your breasts like he’s worshipping. like you’re the altar and he’s the faithful, here to kneel. your skin, warm from the sun, tastes like salt and summer and something that belongs to him. he bites down lightly on your shoulder just to feel you jolt. just to feel you cling, your fingers curling in his hair with a gasp.

“satoru, someone could—”

“then let ’em learn something,” he breathes, one hand slipping under your panties, two fingers finding your slick like he’s been waiting for this all day. (he has. he always is.)

he draws soft circles, teasing, slow, watching your face tilt up toward the sky as your hips grind down instinctively. he knows every twitch, every gasp, every soft moan you try to swallow down. god, you make the prettiest sounds when you think no one’s listening. like sighs pulled from somewhere deep in your soul.

he’s hard, throbbing through his boxers, desperate for friction. when you rock against him, he groans into your shoulder, practically whining. he always gets like this with you—like he’s starved. like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. you moan his name, and he swears it’s the closest thing to religion he’s ever felt. holy. grounding. addicting.

he fucks you like he’s obsessed because he is, not fast but deep, slow and grounding, like he needs to carve the shape of you into his memory again and again. like this is the only way to exist. your thighs tremble around him, and he kisses you stupid through the whole thing, open-mouthed and messy, tongue licking into your mouth like he’s drinking you in. hands gripping your ass to keep you flush against him as the swing creaks with every thrust. every movement heavy with heat and want and all the ways he needs you. worships you.

and after everything he’s panting into your shoulder, still inside you, arms locked around your waist like he can’t stand the idea of letting you go. like letting go means the world might end. he sways the swing with one foot, kisses your temple, murmurs, “you’re the best thing i’ve ever come home to.”

as if he didn’t just absolutely ruin the porch furniture. as if you didn’t let him. wanted him to.

as if he’s not already thinking about round two. or dragging you back inside. or building a porch fence tomorrow. or hell, just buying a new swing entirely—reinforced this time. just so he can do it again. safer. slower. longer. louder. with snacks after. because you know he’s bringing fruit and water like a menace.

[thatonegrimm]

Can you do the Saja boys with a sassy reader ? Please

Yes yes yes—this is gonna be so fun. 😌🔥

🌙 Saja Boys x Sassy!Reader

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu didn’t know what to do with you at first.

You called him “spellboy” and “rulebook with legs.” You poked fun at his dramatic speeches and perfectionist tendencies. You made fun of his color-coded pantry.

“You know no one’s grading your seasoning technique, right?”

He flushed. “I like things in order.”

You grinned. “Adorable. Like a haunted librarian with control issues.”

He was horrified. Then deeply flustered. Then… kinda into it?

Because for all your sass, you never mocked what mattered. You just knew when to push him. When to tease. When to lean in and smile like you knew you’d already won.

And Jinu? He loved the challenge.

So, eventually… he tried to push back.

“Well at least I don’t smell like sarcasm and impulse decisions.”

You blinked. “Did you just weaponize my aura?”

He panicked. “Yes? No? Paprika?”

You laughed so hard he had to leave the room.

He tried again later—with contour and cheekbone jokes.

You told him he was glowing and kissed his cheek.

He’s never recovered.

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💪 Abby

You roasted Abby daily and he loved every second of it.

“Those muscles are for show. I’ve seen you cry during animal commercials.” “That dog deserved love,” he sniffed.

You called him a himbo. A protein-obsessed golden retriever in gym shorts. You mocked his love for flexing while doing completely normal things like making toast.

Abby just beamed at you like you were paying him compliments.

But one day, he got brave. Too brave.

“You’re like a… spicy pigeon!”

You blinked. “A what?”

He panicked. “You know! Small and aggressive but also cute???”

He bought you bird-themed apology cookies. You teased him while eating one shaped like a chicken nugget. He called you his favorite bird anyway.

Later, he whispered to Romance, “They’re chaos. But I like that they talk to me like I’m human.”

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📚 Mystery

You called him "the Cryptid King of Brooding." Said he was 80% shadow and 20% passive-aggressive silence. Once told him he looked like a cursed Victorian cat ghost.

He blinked. You blinked.

Then he smiled.

Mystery never reacted much. He’d just watch you, silently, like you were a riddle. And then later, he’d leave a post-it note somewhere weird that said things like:

“Your mouth moves faster than fate.”

He did try to sass you once. You teased his dramatic hoodie collection and he replied:

“I don’t talk much because I like the sound of you failing out loud.”

You: “EXCUSE ME???”

Mystery: sips tea like nothing happened

You still haven’t won that round, but he also keeps a file of your best comebacks written in his handwriting.

He calls it “field research.” You call it what it is: romantic.

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💋 Romance

You were his dream sparring partner.

You: “You think every problem can be solved with eyeliner and innuendo.” Romance: “And yet here we are. You’re still in love with me.”

He flirts? You roast. He poses? You roll your eyes.

You once called his morning routine “budget drama club cosplay” and he fainted theatrically onto a couch pillow.

One day, he tried to come in hot.

“You’re like a cat. If it was raised on sarcasm and emotional suppression.”

You just sipped your drink.

“I am a cat. And you? You’re the knockoff laser pointer no one asked for.”

Romance stared at you for five full seconds before collapsing into laughter and saying, “God, marry me.”

(He has not stopped proposing since.)

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🔥 Baby

Baby gives as good as he gets.

You sass him? He’s already halfway through the comeback.

You: “You lurk like a sleep paralysis demon.” Baby: “And you talk like you peaked in middle school.”

You throw shade? He throws it right back, deadpan and devastating. The group chat once exploded when the two of you debated who looked more feral in the morning—neither of you conceded.

But the moment you soften? The moment you smile at him all cocky and say:

“You like me anyway.”

He doesn’t argue.

He just stares at you for a beat too long, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile. Then walks off—calm, unreadable.

Later that night, you find a little container of your favorite snack on your bed. No note. No explanation.

But the lid’s sealed with tape in the shape of a tiny flame.

He never brings it up.

But the next time you sass him in public, he just raises a brow and says,

“Say that again, see what I don’t do for you later.”

And you swear you blush.

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M-List

[himasgod]

Hey God, it's me again /ref

Could I mayhaps request platonic? :3

If so, could I get Heartslabyul with a half-fae reader who is on the same level of temper as Riddle. They get angry easily and will lash out but for them, lashing out means physical meaning if they get provoked long enough they will attack the person. They work kind of like an animal (hence the half-fae thing) and they can get pretty violent.

PLATONIC! HEARTSLABYUL X READER

Where you are an aggressive half-fae

How would the Heartlabyul boys react if you were a half-fae who couldn't control their aggressive impulses?

I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS PLATONIC AS POSSIBLE, SORRY IF I DID NOT SUCCEED, THERE IS NOTHING IMPLICITLY "ROMANTIC" BUT IT CAN BE INTERPRETED AS SUCH. AHH I DON'T KNOW, I HOPE YOU LIKE 😭😭😭

At first, Deuce was incredibly confused by you. He wanted to see you as a magical creature worthy of respect, but then he saw it with his own eyes: you lunged at a student who splashed ink on your uniform, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him against a table.

Deuce froze… “Was that a combat technique or an animal instinct?”

Instead of walking away, he took it as a lesson. “If I want to control my temper, I need to understand someone worse than me.”

So he began to follow you around like a loyal puppy.

Occasionally, he steps in when you're about to explode, though he doesn't always succeed.

You've accidentally hit him more than once.

But he doesn't complain. He just says, “I deserved it for not seeing your claw coming.”

He's become adept at calming you down with swift actions: he brings you cold water, drags you (literally) out of the conflict, and has even practiced restraining spells in case you ever need to be restrained.

Not to use them against you maliciously, but as a last resort. He does it with the same seriousness as a law enforcement officer.

You admire him for his sense of justice. And he admires you for your courage, even if that courage sometimes crosses over into aggression.

When someone speaks ill of you, Deuce jumps in to defend you with his fists if necessary. “Don't provoke them! You're not the one who has to bear their burden!”

Sometimes, you train together to release tension. Deuce lets himself be hit while you use your claws/fae-strength. “Come on, let it all out. Don't hold anything back. But remember, I'm on your side.”

Cater started seeing you as Magicam content. “Half-fae! Violent gothic aesthetic! I'm obsessed!”

Until he saw how you transformed into a beast when you were emotionally cornered.

Instead of running away, he pulled out his phone, not to record you.

Instead, he played you some relaxing music.

He learned your mood swings like the phases of the moon. He has a calendar where he notes which days you're most irritable, and he either avoids you on those days… or talk you more.

“Today is Fae emotional self-care day. I have ice cream, ambient music, lots of blankets, and I swear if anyone bothers you, I'll bite them first.”

Cater is your grounding wire in social situations. If there's a party and you're about to lose your temper because someone brushed against you too hard, he'll put his arm around you and say,

"Easy, sweet chaos, let's get some air. We don't need to cause a Greek tragedy in the ballroom… again.”

He likes to play on your animal instincts, but in a playful way. He brings you things with textures you might like (soft fur, feathers, shiny stones), and he loves it when you get territorial with him. “Aww, you're standing up for me~! I'm flattered.”

If you ever blow up in front of him, he doesn't back away. He just tells you gently,

“I know it's not personal. You're not mad at me. You're just scared, and your heart is too wild to keep quiet. I can handle it, okay?”

Trey was the only one who wasn't startled from the start. He saw you explode and attack and simply nodded.

“Well, this is going to take a lot of patience… and maybe more dessert than usual.”

He started making you soothing sweets with fae-specific ingredients: nightbloom petals, moon honey, magical citrus zest. He says your rage needs balance, not suppression. And that sweetness combats the bitterness of the heart.

Trey has a talent for reading your body language. He knows when you're about to bite, kick, or cast fae magic.

If your ears perk up, your pupils change, or your breathing quickens… he already has a tray of pastries ready.

“A croissant for every threat of violence you're suppressing.”

He also teaches you how to channel that fury into useful things.

When you cook together, he lets you pound ingredients, grate things, or use your strength to carry heavy things. “Nothing like taking your anger out on bread dough, right?”

He's the only one who doesn't ask you to change. He just asks you to learn when it's worth it to explode. And if you decide it's worth it… he'll be by your side.

Probably with bandages, just in case.

The first confrontation between you was legendary 💀

Shouts, magic, even a threat of a formal duel.

But deep down, you understood each other.

You're both made of fire held in check by rules. The difference is that you're a free creature with physical courage, while Riddle is ruled by logic.

From then on, you've become strangely close. Not hugging and laughing friends, but allies of fierce respect. "If you rule chaos with force, I'll rule it with rules. And together, we'll keep it at bay."

Riddle is one of the few who can speak to you directly without you attacking him.

"You're letting your rage get the better of you. Do you want me to banish you from Hearstlabyul, or do you want me to have tea with you to calm you down?"

Sometimes, when you're about to explode, Riddle takes you to tea room. He doesn't say anything. He just pours the tea, leaves biscuits, and waits for you to sip and calm yourself like a resting dragon.

It works more often than you'd expect.

He calls you “a force of nature” in awe. He says your existence challenges his order… but he also teaches you that order requires passion lest it become tyranny.

He's even adapted some of Heartslabyul's rules to be more tolerant of your… fae nature.

Ace… oh, Ace.

The first time he saw you angry, he laughed. “Is that all you got? Come on, you're not even scary.”

You bit your tongue to keep from ripping off his ear.

It took him a long time to understand that your aggression isn't a game. After seeing you nearly shred a student with your nails for mocking your fae origins, he started to take you a little more seriously.

Still, he likes to provoke you… but he does it in a controlled way. “If you're going to hit me, do it to the left hand; my right hand is already hurt.”

Not because he wants to get hurt, but because he trusts you won't go that far with him.

Sometimes, when you're really upset, he taunts you just to redirect your anger toward him and not someone who could end up worse. It's not that he doesn't care about the blows… it's that he cares about you more.

He challenges you, he pushes you,“If you're so wild, prove it by beating me in a duel. Not in the hallway.”

And you… you hate to admit it, but his nonsense often distracts you just enough to keep from exploding.

Ace became your point of balance on the most chaotic path. He doesn't ask you to change, but he does ask you to give him time. Because even though you're half beast… he doesn't plan on running away.

[doliacuddles]

AN UNEXPECTED DESIRE.

𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

The very idea had seemed absurd.

No, more than that—humiliating.

Him, on his knees, bowing to another’s will, surrendering to a carnal desire he didn’t even comprehend… The mere image of it made his stomach turn. He wasn’t a prude—Hell was a breeding ground for unchecked passions and creatures enslaved by their own impulses—but he had never been part of that spectacle. He had never felt the need. Never understood what was so pleasurable about such a vulgar display of submission.

And, above all, he had never imagined anything could tempt him to reconsider.

Yet here he was.

At first, he didn’t understand. He had wanted to try, yes, but only with the certainty that the experience would reinforce his disdain. A confirmation of his superiority, a reminder of his immunity to the weaknesses of others. But now, with his mouth on your skin, with the warmth of your body trembling beneath his touch, something inside him began to falter.

It wasn’t submission. It wasn’t weakness.

It was control.

Every shiver, every muffled gasp, every involuntary twitch was a direct response to his actions. Not to a carefully woven trick, not to a sly grin paired with a razor-sharp remark. No. This was you, unraveling under him, surrendering without the need for chains or contracts.

It was mesmerizing.

His lips curved slightly, never straying from the task he had scorned only moments ago. His tongue moved with newfound precision, gauging every reaction, fine-tuning his technique as though mastering a new and intriguing instrument. He had expected indifference. Perhaps even disgust.

But this… this was different.

When your fingers tightened in his hair, trembling, an instinct deep within him urged him to push you away. A reflex born of someone who had never allowed himself to be touched without first permitting it.

But he didn’t.

He remained still. He waited. He observed.

And then he felt it.

Power.

Not the power of a battle won, nor of prey caught in his web. Not the glee of a mocking laugh echoing through chaos, nor the satisfaction of a deal sealed in blood.

This was a different kind of power.

More intimate. More subtle. More dangerous.

Because he liked it.

Because, against all logic, against every taunt he would have hurled had he seen someone else in this position, against every principle he thought he had…

He wanted more.

And Alastor had never been one to deny himself a new favorite pastime.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

[moonastrogirl]

💘 Some important tips for each Nakshatra : Never to Do Tips 💘

DISCLAIMER The author name is at the end. I do not remember where I found it unfortunately (it was in my notes app for months fr 😭) tho I know I am supposed to share my knowledge as much as I can and not be a gatekeeper so here it is . I hope it will help you (if you know the author let me know too with the name down below) 💜

Ashwini : Never loose an opportunity to help people in your life, you will meet and learn some very important techniques from a reputed and respected person.

Bharani : Do not share your secrets with anyone. Self control is must.

Krittika : Stand by Truth. Do not entertain, liars, fakers or cheaters or not even try to possess those traits.

Rohini : Don't get too much attached with anything, attachment will cause havoc.

Mrigashira : Do not get disconnected with your parents or family.

Ardra : Learn to work under distractions and pressure. Stay calm in chaos.

Punarvasu : Never disobey Dharma (purpose), always stick to your commitments, you get divine support of universe.

Pushya : Do not ignore your family or your dear one needs while handling bigger responsibilities or social cause. Take out time for them.

Ashlesha : Never misuse your power & Never Curse anyone.

Magha : Never ignore your Pitris (your ancestors). Always do charity in their names.

Purva Phalguni : Avoid getting too much indulgent in pleasures, do your duty faithfully.

Uttara Phalguni : Never break your relationship & Be Kartavya Prayan (loyal).

Hasta : Never get carried away with failure, that's ladder of success for you.

Chitra : Never doubt your potential & don't act impulsive, else you will end up hurting with self.

Swati : Do not poke powerful authorities. Try to stay away from leg pulling.

Vishaka : Never leave the Marg of Bhakti (total faith and devotion) & Keep remembering Bhagwan (the Most High/God).

Anuradha: Never get distracted with too much darkness, sooner or later it's worth experiencing.

Jyeshta : Never misuse your authorities & power, one single mistake can ruin everything.

Mula : Don't get panic, when burdened with lots of negativity, that's the process of bringing clarity, like storm before calm.

Purva Ashadha : Not every war is to win, some are supposed to lift you up. In both victory or defeat you gonna be the same.

Uttara Ashadha : Following Dharma (career/purpose) is right but having a superiority complex can harm you in longer run.

Shravana : Tied up with lots of responsibilities & helplessness, we are born to live or die for a divine purpose, just give your best.

Dhanishta : Never boast or avoid beating the drum of success before its completion.

Shatabhisha : Never sell your soul for gains and profit. Things will turn negative for you.

Purva Bhadrapada : Never rush into conclusion cause what looks on the surface might not be real, try to see deep within. There lies solution.

Uttara Bhadrapada : Simplicity beautifies you, wear it and own it.

Revati : You are the Messenger of God & Bhakt (faith/worship/love). Showing path to directionless people is your real gem. Never sell superstition or blind faiths.

Author :

Mann ki Baat Trishna

Note from the author : Above points are just an observation with my best of understanding.

[theambitiouswoman]

Want to change your self image? Try adopting an alter ego 😎

Anxiety, doubting yourself & impulsivity can all feel overwhelming at times. But did you know that adopting an alter ego can significantly reduce anxiety & improve self control? This psychological technique has been proven to help people detach from immediate stressors & approach challenges with a calm rational mindset. By imagining yourself as a confident or composed persona, you can create emotional distance from stress & become more resilient in tough situations. Because it’s not you, it’s your alter ego.

This approach works because it reframes how you view yourself. Instead of being bogged down by negative our thoughts & self criticism, you take on a new identity—one that helps you navigate life’s obstacles with a clear mind. A lot of celebrities, athletes, performers & successful people actually create alter egos and talk about them in third person. This helps give them confidence and create a meticulous ideal image.

HOW TO BUILD HIM/HER

Accept your current self image—

Before you can change, you need to acknowledge where you are. Accept your current self as your starting point. This step is crucial because you can’t truly move forward if you’re not honest about where you are right now. Without judgment, accept who you are in this moment and recognize it as the foundation for your new transformation.

Decide who you want to become—

Next, think about where you want to end up. Who inspires you? What qualities do they have that you admire? Why do they inspire you? Use these questions to shape your vision of your alter ego. Picture the version of yourself who has all the traits you desire—confidence, calmness, resilience, or whatever else speaks to you.

Creating a new self image is about envisioning the person you want to be & identifying the qualities that make them stand out. This alter ego isn’t about pretending to be someone else—it’s about stepping into the best version of yourself & becoming that person, day by day.

Break the new self image into behaviors—

Now, it’s time to turn your vision into action. How would your new self behave? What habits would they have? Would they spend their time differently? How would they respond to challenges? To make your alter ego a reality, you need to translate these qualities into concrete behaviors.

Start by focusing on building one habit at a time. For example, if your alter ego is confident, what actions would they take that reflect that confidence? Would they speak up more often? Would they take more risks? How would they handle setbacks?

Ask yourself questions like: If I were already this new version of myself, how would I spend my day? What would I stop doing? What would I prioritize? The answers to these questions will show the behaviors that align with your alter ego. Once you adopt these behaviors and turn them into habits, your new self image will begin to take shape.

Consistency is Key—

Transforming into your alter ego takes time, and it won’t happen overnight. The more you practice these new behaviors, the more they will become second nature. But consistency is key—stick with the habits, and slowly but surely. you’ll start to embody the qualities of your alter ego. You’ll notice a shift in your mindset, your confidence & your ability to handle challenges.

Adopting an alter ego creates emotional distance from your current challenges. It helps you detach from the negative emotions tied to anxiety, self doubt & impulsivity. When you view yourself through the lens of this new persona, you can approach life’s obstacles with a clearer mind and more emotional resilience.

Go be them :)

[nanamineedstherapy]

Corporate Jester vs. Himbo Accountant: A Love Story

Or Gojo & Nanami Cosplay Each other F!Pregnant Reader x Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento Previous Oneshot Chapter [Tumblr/Ao3] | Main Series [Tumblr/Ao3] A/N: When your husbands swap personalities like cursed techniques and you're just trying to read the Wall Street Journal in peace. Enjoy this descent into psychological warfare (ft. Gojo’s accidental competence kink and Nanami’s latent himbo era). No spoilers, but someone does get called 'snickerdoodle' against their will.

It began—like most domestic war crimes—with Gojo talking mid-chew.

“I suffer the most in this marriage.”

Nanami didn’t even look up from his new maternity book. He exhaled through his nose like a man reading GDP collapse stats. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all week.”

Gojo squinted. Powdered sugar clung to his lips. He wiped it off with the sleeve of your hoodie—stretched criminally tight over his shoulders—and pointed at Nanami like a man wronged by both fate and God.

“You don’t understand, Kento. She ignores me for her stupid little video games. She looks at me like I’m a stray dog in heat when I flirt. She sends me TikToks instead of saying, ‘I love you, Toru.’ She doesn’t even call me ‘baby’ unless she’s threatening me.”

Nanami didn’t blink. “That’s because you are a stray dog in heat.”

Gojo gasped. “Take it back.”

“I will not.”

You were curled up on the couch with an English financial newspaper, posture aggressive, eyes fixed. You hadn’t looked up once.

Gojo flailed. “Look at me! I am neglected. Emotionally starved. Withering!”

“I am begging you to never speak again,” Nanami muttered, flipping a page.

Gojo’s voice cracked. “Do you know how many times I’ve tried to cuddle her, only to be met with ‘not now, I’m fighting the final boss.’”

Nanami hummed, unmoved. “You’re exhausting.”

Gojo planted his hands on his hips. “What do you even contribute to this marriage? Huh? Stock tips? Budget spreadsheets? Is that your idea of romance?”

Nanami took a deliberate sip of his nitro brew. “Yes.”

“You monster,” Gojo whispered, clutching his chest like a grief-stricken Victorian widow. “You dismiss my pain. My torment.”

Nanami calmly folded his book and set it aside. “You suffer only from a chronic lack of impulse control.”

Gojo’s eye twitched. “That’s rich. You rage-clean the whole house because your sock drawer isn’t sorted by tax bracket.”

“That’s called being productive.”

“No, that’s called being emotionally constipated.”

Nanami continued to sip his coffee. “And again—what do you contribute, Satoru? Besides decibel levels and credit card debt?”

Gojo threw his arms wide. “Excuse me for bringing excitement! Laughter! Chaos!”

“Oh yes,” Nanami drawled. “A glorified court jester.”

“I AM SO MUCH MORE THAN A JESTER.”

“Are you?”

Gojo narrowed his eyes. Then pivoted to you. “Sweetheart. Who suffers more—me or Nanami?”

You didn’t glance up. Voice flat. “Don’t know. Don’t care. But if you keep talking during market open, you’ll both suffer.”

Gojo turned to Nanami, aghast. “She’s toxic.”

Still sipping, Nanami deadpanned, “that is common knowledge.”

Some time passed.

You eventually got up for coffee and walked into what could only be described as a threat to national security.

Gojo stood in the kitchen. Wearing Nanami’s three-piece suit. The charcoal one. With the tie tied correctly and the glasses perched halfway down his nose like he was about to call HR on someone.

His arms were folded. His spine straight. And his expression—god help you—was blank. Corporate. IRS-core.

“You look… responsible,” you whispered.

“I know,” Gojo replied, voice an octave lower, chest oddly still. “I feel like I should be disappointed in someone named Ethan.”

Then Nanami walked in.

Wearing Gojo’s insufferable bomber jacket. White shirt untucked. Collarbones exposed. Sunglasses pushed up like an exhausted DJ rolling into his 4 p.m. set. His smirk was pure tequila-era.

He leaned in. Whispered in your ear, “I woke up and chose to be your problem today, baby.”

You stepped back like he’d pulled a weapon. “What the actual fuck.”

Gojo adjusted his tie. “I am Nanami Kento.”

“Oh my god.”

“I believe in discipline. Silent judgment. Dying slowly in business casual. My hobbies include complaining about Gojo, making perfect omelets, and pretending I’m not obsessed with my wife.”

“This is offensive,” you muttered.

Gojo-as-Nanami stole your coffee and took a slow sip. “It’s also correct.”

Meanwhile, Nanami dragged out a kitchen chair. Sat in it backwards. Backwards. Like a middle-school PE teacher with a secret past. Smirked. “Morning, sweetheart.”

You choked on air.

Gojo staggered. “No. No, no, no, no—you don’t get to be hot while doing this.”

Nanami tilted his head. “What’s wrong, babe?”

Gojo was close to spiraling. “‘Babe’? Don’t you dare—”

But Nanami was undeterred. “Am I flustering you?”

You sighed, “Kento, I swear to god—”

“My little snickerdoodle.”

You backed away. “Absolutely not.”

“Let me spoil you. Take you out. Buy you a Birkin.”

Gojo was on the floor. Emotionally.

Nanami nudged his sunglasses down. “Let’s be real. I am the superior husband. Ridiculously good-looking. Genius-level talented. And I am so good at sex it’s actually ridiculous."

Gojo whimpered.

You stared, full deadpan. “I have made terrible life decisions.”

Nanami winked. “I know.”

Gojo’s glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. He pushed them up with a single finger. “My love, are you really wearing those pajamas at this hour? Did you eat? When’s the last time you touched grass?”

You rolled your eyes. “I make more in a second than the GDP of three nations. I don’t need to touch grass.”

Gojo straightened his tie. “But as Nanami Kento, I say things like ‘I am a simple man’ while being the most complicated bitch alive.”

“I’m leaving.”

“My love language is passive aggression,” Gojo added.

“I will kill you.”

“And yet you married me.”

“That line doesn’t even land coming from you.”

Gojo sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose in perfect imitation. “This is my burden, Satoru. Carrying this marriage while my wife refuses to make responsible life choices.”

Nanami pointed at him. “You’re dressed as me and not even whining about lumbar support. Be honest—how’s the herniated disc?”

Gojo squared his shoulders like a TED Talk had just concluded. “My spine is flawless. Unlike your emotional regulation.”

Nanami barked a laugh—full teeth, head thrown back like he wasn’t made of spreadsheets and sex appeal. “You’re standing like a divorced gym teacher in a bar.”

Gojo waved it off. “I am a divorced gym teacher in a bar, except I day-trade.”

Nanami was breaking character because his jaw had already clenched—twice. “Kento,” he said, tone flat. “Answer this honestly.”

“No.”

“Are you capable of admitting I’m your best friend?”

Gojo paused. His hand twitched toward his glasses.

With a funereal solemnity: “I’d rather be shot in the throat by a Nerf gun dipped in cyanide.”

Nanami tilted his head. “Jealous I’m the main character.”

“You’re an emotionally repressed side quest at best.”

Then Nanami kissed your hand.

Gojo straightened his tie. The smirk dropped. “I need to file my taxes or yell at a teenager about not having a 4O1k already. This outfit is cursing me with responsibility.”

Nanami pushed his sunglasses up. “I feel the urge to make an irresponsible purchase and lose IQ points.”

You pulled out your phone. “I need a divorce.”

“No,” they both said. In perfect, synchronized, nightmare harmony.

You stared. “God’s already left. I’m next.”

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A/N: If you cackled, gasped, or now fear Nanami’s ability to weaponize a backwards chair, yell at me in the comments. (Gojo’s ego needs the engagement. Your wife sanity is already forfeit.)

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Gojo x reader who's a student and she's 18y/o and he likes yn but yn doesn't or she doesn't wanna admit

SENSEI — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Gojo Satoru is your sensei and everyone seem to notice that he likes you more than anyone else. Everyone but you.

cw: student x teacher, age gap (reader is 18, Satoru is 28), very brief description of fighting, public kissing — 1,4k words

a/n: thank you for the suggestion! I made if sfw but I made the ending open for part two maybe? I hope you enjoy it 🩶

» PART TWO [nsfw]

"Idiot," you grunted, your cheek was pressed against the grass as Gojo forced his knee into your back, holding both your hands in one of his own, the other keeping your head down. Another day, another training session with your teacher – you couldn't count how many of these you've already been through, but you can easily count how many sparring matches you've won. None.

"That's a strange way to ask for mercy, sweetheart, but okay," he hummed. You can tell he was grinning just by the sound of his melodic tone and you snapped at him, "I'm not asking for mercy, sensei."

"Ay, ay, so stubborn," Satoru chuckled and lifted up so you could do the same and as you stood on your feet, facing him, his hand caressed your cheekbone, successfully freezing you on the spot. The touch was so gentle that if you didn't know better, your knees would probably buckle from the sensation. But this was Gojo. The flirtiest of flirts, and the man you deeply disliked. It's not that you despised him, no, it's just the way he carries himself, the way he treated everyone around him, and most importantly, the way he treated you.

When you moved to Tokyo, joining Jujutsu High, you were barely fifteen, a first-year student that Satoru recruited himself by finding you on the streets of your small town and saving you from the mental facility that you already had one foot in, voluntarily. Before that, you tried to live your life as normally as one could, ignoring everything you saw around you because no one else seemed to see it. The curses, which you did not know were curses at the time, made you doubt your sanity for the longest time.

After moving, everything became easier – you met people who were just like you, you learned how to fight and mastered the cursed techniques in no time. Now, you just recently turned eighteen, you were pushing your last year of education, though there wasn't much more to learn, so you focused on helping younger students and if you were to be honest, this practice had taught you more than any theory could. You had the luck, or misfortune, to be Gojo's first official student – he took care of you himself, helping you to refine your control over the cursed energy and thanks to his guidance, you quickly discovered and mastered your own cursed technique, and since there wasn't much anyone could teach you at this point, you trained hand-to-hand with Satoru.

"Think you have more in you?", he asked, his thumb still brushing across your cheekbone and you took a step back. "I'm always ready to kick your ass," you bit, your eyes narrowing as you clenched your fists.

"That's my girl," Gojo grinned and you snorted at the sight. He's always so careless, never taking any of your attacks seriously, bragging about how untouchable he is, turning your wildest dreams into fantasies about erasing that infuriating smile from his face. And he was taking your fists like they're nothing, blocking and pushing them away like he's chasing a fly away when you tried to land a punch, with no luck at all. "Come on, I'm sure you can hit me at least once," he mocked, moving effortlessly, as if he could see what action your body will take before you even think about it.

"Shut up," you groaned, trying and trying, before he kicked you in the stomach, pushing you against the tree and you had no time to react before he was pressing you back with his own body. The sudden closeness made you gasp and act impulsively, but Gojo blocked the knee that buckled up, aiming for his crotch. "Nuh-uh, that's against the rules," he chuckled and you felt his breath against your lips.

"And you being on me is not?" you argued, but he was unfazed. "Who made these rules?"

"I did," of course he did. "It's only fair that the strongest make the rules."

"You and your damn bragging-"

"I'm stating facts," he cut in, and you rolled your eyes, "and you can't seem to be able to prove me wrong. Not even one of your eager punches lands."

That was the last straw – you inhaled to calm your anger, and you could physically feel your composure snapping as you looked at his smiling face. You were desperate to prove him wrong, not to defeat him, no, you're not that insane, but to just prove him that he's not as untouchable as he says. And then you recalled every teasing joke you heard from your younger colleagues – all of them seemed to come to the collective conclusion that the 'special treatment' you got from your sensei was surely an effect of his feelings towards you, and you brushed off the idea every single time. Gojo Satoru is handsome, annoyingly so, and his eyes are an absolute blessing to gaze into (when you're not his opponent in a deadly encounter, that is), and he's a kind, friendly man, very caring and protective of his students. His strengths make him invincible; he can win any fight with no effort, and everything he does, he does perfectly. He often brings you sweets, remembering your favorite flavors, and he always addresses you with a slightly warmer tone than when he speaks to any other student. He's also ten years your senior, your teacher, and he's way out of your league, so you simply chose to dislike him because allowing yourself to believe in such an absurd theory that he could fall for you would only bring disappointment.

But now, you were desperate to slam your fist into his face, to draw blood from his nose, to make him lose his balance, to get something– anything more than a swift, effortless dodge from him. Without thinking, you moved your head forward, reaching up, and he hummed in surprise when your lips landed on his. You could feel he smiled while taking control over the kiss, and you fought for dominance just a little before grabbing a handful of his snow-white, messy hair. You felt his well-built body pressing harder against yours, much smaller; the wall of muscle flush to your chest, and his large hand landed on the side of your neck, fingers curling around the back, pulling you more into the kiss. For a moment you were lost in the sensation – it felt so wrong and yet so right, and your mind became cloudy; his lips were soft and plush and perfect against yours, as if they'd been carved precisely to match yours, and it made your temperature rise to feverish levels at how skillfully he guided the sensitivity. Nothing you've ever felt compared to the feeling of Gojo's lips slowly dancing on yours, as if he's starving and now, he was allowed to devour the long-awaited meal – but he devoured it slowly, savoring the taste to remember every second of it. You whimpered as you felt his hand sliding down the length of your spine, sending shivers along it as your back arched beneath the touch.

You tugged at his hair, causing a contented purr to rumble within his toned chest, and you moved against your body's desires. You'd like to stay like this forever, careless about how everyone can see you publicly making out with your sensei; you'd like to kiss him longer, deeper, to take more of him, to make him yours, even if only for a moment, but instead you moved your hand. Curling it into a fist, you bit onto his lower lip following it up with a harsh, heavy punch to the side of his face and it landed perfectly, the contact between your knuckles and his cheek undeniable as he touched the bone. Despite the force you put into it, the blow wasn't strong enough to make him fall or even step back, but it was satisfactory for you. His face was colored with surprise as he looked down at you, and you couldn't help but grin broadly.

"New rule," he said, grabbing your hand and planting a kiss on the reddened knuckles that just made contact with his face. "No kissing your teacher during spar sessions."

"Too bad I wasn't familiarized with the rules before the fight, sensei," you shrugged, pleased with your accomplishment, and he couldn't get over the way you made the word 'sensei' sound. Suddenly he wished to hear it somewhere else, somewhere other than the school's training grounds or classrooms.

"Now I declare the end of the training."

And Satoru's lips were once again pressed to yours, taking your breath away.

» PART TWO

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Feeling a little overly perceived by Dr. Dodson right now, not gonna lie.

I'll throw a transcript under the cut, but both reading the transcript and listening to the video can be difficult as it's quite long, so here's some highlights. As always, these are the opinions of a specialist but only one specialist, so take with a grain of salt, and if you have research to add to this, please feel free to comment or reblog with it. I believe this presentation is from sometime in 2022.

ADHD appears to derive from issues in the corpus striatum in the brain. In most people, the corpus striatum filters out all but the most important input AND output; with ADHD, the things normally handled "outside of awareness" must be handled consciously.

People with ADHD don't see their emotions coming. Emotion is immediate, intense, and unfiltered, making therapies like CBT or ACT difficult, because you can learn the technique but you won't have time to employ it. Because people with ADHD have impulse control issues, expressing emotions "inappropriately" is common, leading people with ADHD to believe they can't trust themselves.

One function of ADHD-typical dysregulation is Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, which nobody understands even a little. People who have it can't even adequately describe it to people who want to study it. It is intense, painful, and apparently impossible to control. Prevention is based in maladaptive behaviors designed to avoid it entirely (perfectionism, people pleasing, generalized withdrawal). The only currently known treatment is alpha agonist medication.

Lastly, by the age of twelve, a child with ADHD has likely received twenty thousand more "negative or corrective" messages than their neurotypical peers. (This isn't relevant to the rest, I just found it sufficiently horrifying to warrant inclusion. Fortunately for me, if I got 20,000 negative or corrective messages, I wasn't paying attention for most of them.)

Anyway, here's the transcript of the first half. I did this by copying and cleaning up the auto-transcript on YouTube, but I stopped at Question Time, so this is only the first half (the presentation). Transcription of the second half is available at YouTube.

There is suddenly a very large interest in the whole subject of emotional dysregulation and ADHD. That has been driven oddly enough by the Food and Drug Administration, which has just opened up several pathways that drug companies can study emotional dysregulation and whether or not their medications can get an FDA indication for emotional dysregulation. So it's sort of follow the money. Up until then, there was not a great deal of interest for ADHD emotional dysregulation.

We have to understand that the ADHD diagnostic criteria were not made for people like you and me, either practitioners or people who have ADHD or their families. They were designed for and made by people who do research and pretty much that's it. People who do research have to have criteria that they can physically see and count. "Little Johnny was up and out of his chair three times in the last hour," and you can write a three on your clipboard. Things which are invisible, not always there, hard to count, or even hidden by the patient, don't lend themselves to research very easily and so tend to be ignored. And so consequently this is one of the main reasons why emotional dysregulation -- until there was some other motive provided -- was pretty much ignored and disregarded.

Consequently ADHD right now, if you look at the 18 diagnostic criteria, are almost entirely behavioral criteria. What is the person doing? Not how is the person thinking, what is the patient feeling, how are they controlling their emotions, how are they sleeping. Things that are all very, very important to the person who has ADHD but which is essentially ignored by the diagnostic criteria.

Why should you care? Who really cares about this? Well, the definition of what ADHD is and isn't defines who and what will be studied. It defines who will actually get into a study and what questions will be asked. It defines who will be diagnosed with ADHD and who will not. One of the most common problems I get is with a secondary referral to me -- somebody clearly has ADHD but they're not pinging off the walls, they can sit and do their work, especially when they get into a hyperfocus, and so they're told they couldn't possibly have ADHD. When really they just have the inattentive subtype and they're not being driven by their behavior, their overt behavior. Therefore it defines who will get treatment, who will get insurance coverage for that treatment, and who will get accommodations in school when they're young and at the workplace when they're older.

Consequently we should also care because the other major components of ADHD get ignored. These are the ones that if you really stand back and look at it cause the greatest amount of impairment, the greatest amount of embarrassment, the greatest amount of just…problems in general. We're talking about cognition and thinking, that people with ADHD fundamentally think in a different way than do neurotypical people. They are able to engage with the tasks of their lives in a totally different way. Their ability to control their emotions and their behavior, control their emotional responses, tremendously affects their self-esteem and their self-definition. Who am I? What am I worth? What am I valued? Why am I valued in a certain way? What do other people think of me?

It affects tremendously the nature and healthiness of relationships. How you respond emotionally to the people in your realm makes a great deal of difference about the healthiness and gratification you get from your relationships. Being highly dysregulated in terms of your energy and emotions also affects deeply how well you sleep, how easy it is to fall asleep and awake refreshed, and of course it affects emotional dysregulation.

And this is probably, when you look at it in the long term and especially with adults, probably the most impairing part of the ADHD syndrome. The vast majority of people with ADHD have found ways around their academic and work performance, but they haven't found their way around their emotional reactions to the people and events of their lives.

At all points in the life cycle -- child, adolescent, adult, and elderly -- people who have ADHD nervous systems lead intense, passionate lives. Their highs are higher, their lows are lower, all of their emotions are much more intense. And that really is what we're talking about: not really the quality of the emotions -- people who have ADHD have the same types of emotions for the same reasons that everybody else does. What we're talking here, in terms of dysregulation, is two things: one, the expression of emotions, being able to choose whether or not you let an emotion out. And then, when you do decide to express it, how intensely that emotion is experienced and expressed by you as a unique individual.

Consequently just about everybody with ADHD, but especially little children, are always at some sort of risk of being overwhelmed by their own emotions from within themselves. This is something that needs to be really emphasized: a lot of people with ADHD grow up not being able to trust themselves.

So why is this happening, especially to people with ADHD? I think that just about everybody now would agree that ADHD is primarily a problem of insufficient inhibition, being able to slow down and keep things from happening. If you look at the mass of the human brain, 85% of all the nerves in your brain and out in your nervous system are inhibitory in function. We happen to be aware of the other 15% because we can see what happens when those nerves are used: they create movement, they create emotions, they create our experience and memory. We have to remember they are a minority of the actual mass of the human brain.

Most of what happens inside the brain occurs outside of awareness. What happens is the brain starts something, it gets it moving, and then uses inhibition to guide that toward the destination it wants. It's like shooting off a rocket -- shooting it off is the easy part, guiding it to where you want it to go is the hard part.

When you look at where stimulant class medications work, they work solely in the deep areas of the brain down in the basal ganglia, and especially in an area called the corpus striatum, which is just Latin for a "striped body". That's how it looks when you look at it -- it's got many very fine stripes in it. This area, the corpus striatum, is almost entirely inhibitory in function. What it does is that it inhibits neurological input and output to just the one piece of information or one action that happens to be most important at that time. Everything else gets handled, but it gets handled out of awareness.

Probably the easiest place to see this in action is when we're driving a car. Driving a car is the most difficult thing that the average human being ever has to learn how to do. It's a very difficult process, if anybody has ever had an adolescent learning to drive. But once we learn how to drive a car we do it largely outside of our own conscious awareness. We can drive along, talk to the person on the seat next to us, think about what we're going to have for dinner, sing along to the radio, and not really pay attention, conscious attention, to what's going on around us. But if suddenly something is out in front of the car, even before our conscious brain can process what that thing is, our corpus striatum has already handled it. Slam on the brakes, swerve to miss it, start to question that person's parentage, in the twinkling of an eye. The corpus striatum has been scanning everything, handling everything.

So basically what ADHD is, is that relative lack of inhibition that should be there. Inattention, which is a cardinal feature of ADHD, is the relative lack of the inhibition of other inputs or distractions. When we look at physiologically what's happening, we don't actually pay attention to one thing. Neurologically, we suppress every other thing we might engage with except the one thing that we want. It is maximally inefficient in that way.

Impulsivity is a relative lack of inhibition, of the expression of actions and emotions before you can think about them and make decisions about that expression. Hyperactivity is the relative lack of inhibition of physical and mental activity. When the physical activity of the hyperactive little boy who's pinging off a wall goes away in adolescence, they're still very much mentally active in their own brains.

So what? The “so what” for most of us is that when this area of the brain is not working as it should, people cannot regulate the experience and expression of their emotions. Emotions are experienced as completely unmodified and unscreened. The word that most people use is that they are raw. They come out without any modification at all, they go in without any modification at all. People can see this in hyperacusis, where somebody chewing or the conversation across the restaurant comes in loud and clear because it can't be screened out.

All this is tremendously overwhelming. We get overwhelmed by entirely too much input, and the impulse to have entirely too much output. It's exhausting, and when it does get inappropriately expressed it's embarrassing, so consequently people with ADHD must always be vigilant of themselves.

Now, when we look at the traditional therapies that have been used, or tried to be used, with ADHD, they have had very very poor track records. They're largely ineffective in helping people control the expression of what they think and feel. The reason for this is that people with ADHD don't see their own emotions, their own actions, coming. They find out about their emotions and actions the same way everybody else does: it's already out there before they even know that it's coming. Consequently they don't have the time and the warning to use the techniques and new skills that they may have learned in behavior modification therapy, or in cognitive therapy. They learned them, learned them perfectly well, but the cat’s out of the bag before they can make use of them.

Right now, as we sit here today, medications are the only thing we have to offer that have a proven track record, because they're there all the time. We have two basic groups: we have the stimulant class medications which are amphetamine, methylphenidate, et cetera, which help directly with inhibition. They help slow things down, they help inhibit both input that would distract us and output. It gives you the same two seconds that everybody else has, to see an emotion or an action coming up, to play it out in your mind. “If this happens then this will happen, then that'll happen. Oh, I don't want that to happen, I'll redirect it.”

The alpha agonist, of which we have two -- guanfacine and clonidine -- inhibit the energy driving the speed and intensity of response. Interesting enough, when we look at just clean effectiveness, when we measure how effective is this treatment, the alpha agonists are significantly more effective than are the stimulants. Usually that's kind of a false choice, because most people end up taking both classes of medication.

A very special type, I think, of emotional dysregulation is -- again a terrible technical term -- what's called Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. We actually don't know what it is. It's much too early to tell. But it does seem to be a thing with which many people with ADHD identify. There was a brief article from ADDitude that got posted on Reddit, on their subreddit on ADHD; that particular posting got twice as many responses, in less than a month, than any other posting that had ever been put on that subreddit. It really touched a lot of people in a strong way.

In my own checklist, when I'm asking about Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, the question I have is: “For your entire life, in other words going all the way back into childhood, have you always been much more sensitive than other people you know to rejection, teasing, criticism, or your own perception that you’ve failed or fallen short?” This is directly from a psychiatric textbook, an old one, and it's the definition of a technical term, for psychiatrists called Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria.

It's important to note, this is all a matter of degree. No one likes being rejected or criticized. Everybody hates it when we fail, we fall short, especially in front of other people. Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria is much more intense, and is much more than this universal discomfort.

When they were originally doing the research on this particular idea, 45 years ago, they wanted to get that intensity right up there in the name, and so they chose the word dysphoria -- which unfortunately happens to be Greek -- but it means “unbearable”. Because that was the description they were getting from people over and over and over again. Again, for reasons unknown, people with rejection sensitivity have trouble describing what the intense emotion is all about. They can describe its intensity -- “it's awful, it's terrible, it's catastrophic,” -- but not the quality of the mood. And so, over and over again, these research subjects would finally just tell the researcher, “Look, man, back off. I can't find words to tell you what this awful feeling feels like, but I want you to know I can hardly stand it.” And so that's where the word dysphoria came from. A researcher at Harvard who decided to put it into Greek, but that unbearable quality is very much a part of what's going on, a part of the experience of Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria.

It's extremely common in people with ADHD; my guess is that about 95% of my patients report it as a significant impairment, and about a third of my patients say that it is by far the most impairing part of their ADHD. For the majority of people, and most occurrences, it is not that particularly disruptive, but when it hits, it turns your life upside down.

So how is rejection sensitivity experienced? There's no warning. It hits out of the blue; there's no way to protect yourself from it. It happens all at once, it goes from zero to a hundred percent instantaneously. It is commonly experienced as being physically painful, as if someone just punched you in the chest or punched you in the stomach -- there's an aching in the core of your being.

Once it gets started it seems to be largely uncontrollable until it's run its course, whatever it is. The quality of the mood is indescribable. Most people struggle to find any words at all to describe this feeling, even though it's massively intense. The duration can be a few minutes to several months. It's a very potent experience and can make it very difficult to risk ever being rejected or criticized again.

If this very intense emotional reaction is internalized, it looks for all the world like an instantaneous major depression, complete with suicidal thinking. And so a lot of times people do get a diagnosis of major depression, because the clinician they're working with fails to pick up the triggered, instantaneous nature of the onset of that depressive-looking syndrome. If it's externalized, it presents as a rage that is directed at the person or situation that wounded them so terribly. In fact, being “wounded” is is a very common description. This sort of sudden trigger change, with an intense emotional response, not uncommonly leads to a misdiagnosis of borderline character organization.

So if you can't see it coming, and you can't do anything once it's happened, how do people try and protect themselves from episodes of rejection sensitivity happening in the first place? Some people use perfectionism; they try to be above reproach. They feel driven to be the very best at everything they do. These are the penultimate overachievers. It works, but it's also an absolutely terrible, driven way in which to live.

By far the most common response is that people become people pleasers. They are constantly scanning everybody around them and trying to figure out what that person wants or would approve of, and that's what they give them, so much so that it is the to the exclusion of what they want for their own lives. These are people who take care of others, please others, to the exclusion of any sort of gratification in their own lives.

Another very common way that people try to deal with this is that they give up trying anything new, giving up anything in which they might fail or be embarrassed. I have hundreds of patients who have never been able to apply for a job or ask someone of the opposite sex out for a date. Just the imagination of being told no is so frightening, so devastating, that they just say, “No, I'm not going there. I'll sit this one out.”

One of the most effective ways of dealing with this are the alpha agonist medications, and when they work they can be almost completely effective. Alpha agonist again is a tongue twisting name, but it's not as tongue-twisting as the full name, which is alpha-2 selective adrenergic agonists. So you can see why we shorten it a bit. They were originally blood pressure medications that came on the market in the early 1980s. They worked very poorly -- when they did work, at most they lowered blood pressure about 10%, which was measurable but it still required other things that needed to be done in order to get most people's blood pressure down into a therapeutic range.

We have two of them, guanfacine which was marketed both as immediate release and extended release under the name of Intuniv, and clonidine, which was marketed under the trade name of Kapvay, both as an immediate release product and as a delayed release product. They have been used as a treatment of the hyperactive component of ADHD for more than 30 years, so these are not new medications for the field of ADHD. They're very much the treatment of choice for the “hyperactive, disruptive, and obnoxious little boy” that is what most people have in their minds when they consider the notion of “What does a person with ADHD look like?”

The exact mechanism of action of these medications both in ADHD and especially in rejection sensitivity is highly unclear. We really don't know -- we have a couple of ideas but they are very definitely theoretical. The only thing that we know for sure is that the stimulants don't work by stimulating anything, and that the alpha agonists don't work by being alpha agonists. How they do work is completely unknown.

We have two medications, they seem to work equally well, so there's nothing that would lead you to choose one over the other. The problem is that the robust response that we're looking for that really changes people's lives, is disappointingly low -- at about 30% to either molecule. Luckily that 30% is a different 30% of people, so that 30% of people get a good response to guanfacine but it's largely a different 30% that get a response to clonidine. So if the first medication tried does not work, it makes good clinical sense that that one should be stopped and the other one tried. There was an unfortunately worded sentence in an article I wrote for ADDitude several years ago that gave the impression that you could use the two medications together; they should not be used together. You try one, if that doesn't work you try the other.

The typical dose of either one is in the range of three milligrams of guanfacine per day or about three tenths of a milligram of clonidine per day. If you take all the people who get a good robust response to either one of these medications, about 80% are going to end up at these doses, so it's by far the most common dose.

There are of course side effects. Anything that's going to adjust the adrenaline system of the body is going to have the potential for sedation as a side effect, and this does occur for about 25% of people. It's usually mild and it does go away -- over a period of several months. So a person has to be fairly patient with that. It can cause dry mouth, and it's by a different mechanism then the stimulants can cause dry mouth, so the two of them together can really make your mouth cottony dry. And the third one is an accentuation of a universal experience we've all had, when we stand up quickly and suddenly and we get dizzy, get kind of a head rush, vision goes a bit gray. The technical term for it is orthostasis. And this can happen more frequently when you take the alpha agonist medications.

The benefits of the alpha agonist medications take a while to develop. When you change the dose it takes five days for the benefits to develop, so once again they're not like the stimulants where what you see is what you get at one hour. It takes a while for these medications to work and to see all that they can do.

Now just as a side note, Strattera has been looked at in two studies for emotional dysregulation and the results have been what they call mixed. If they did work it was only to a very minimal degree, almost undetectable, so Strattera does not seem to be a medication one could use and expect to have it help with emotional dysregulation.

So in summary, emotional dysregulation is a basic feature of ADHD, is almost universal in ADHD, and it should be considered as a core symptom of ADHD that ought to be evaluated in every initial evaluation. Rejection sensitivity…it's unclear yet -- this is an old concept that has only been brought up in the last couple of years. Its exact nature is still unclear. It does seem to be a specific form of emotional dysregulation, especially in regard that it does respond very well to medication. But again, how it fits into emotional dysregulation is completely unclear at this point. It does seem to be something that's really important, though. It is a thing that resonates with a large number of people with ADHD.

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[ phone blurb pt2 ]

the gas station at two in the morning is a completely different world. it's bright, buzzing, and weirdly sacred and you're convinced the lights are hanging on for dear life. the world outside is asleep, all usual chaos dialed down to a soft hum in the distance, but in here? in here, bart allen is having a crisis over a slushie machine.

"okay, okay, okay, just hear me out. what if I do half blue raspberry, half cherry, and like.. a swirl technique? like those intentional, supposed to be artistic kind of swirls, not just ‘oh no, i messed up the cup placement' swirl." his hands are already moving too fast, the lever pulled before you can even answer and for a moment, you wonder why he even asks questions.

you barely get a breath in before there's a mess.

you reach to pluck a stack of napkins from the counter as bart looks down at his sticky fingers with genuine betrayal, as if he genuinely wasnt expecting it. the gas station clerk could not possibly care less.

by the time you step outside, bart has three different slushies, a stolen sip of yours, and a brain freeze so intense he's clutching his forehead like he's having a vision from the speed force. "ggaahh! i always do this!" he groans, stomping his foot like an upset toddler. "why do they make it taste so good if it's gonna hurt?"

you shake your head, taking another sip, like a normal human being, as he pouts at you. "because your name betrays you."

bart gasps, scandalized, actually looking over your attempt at a dry joke. 'i have amazing impulse control."

"mmmmhm. keep telling yourself that."

despite taking another sip and regretting it, his grin is still there. bright, carefree, and the kind of thing that makes the night feel warmer. the hum of the city sounds in the background but in this quiet little pocket of time, it's just you and him and the neon glow of gas station lights.

[saphronethaleph]

Motivation

“What do you actually get out of this?” Darth Vader asked.

His Master, Darth Sidious, the Emperor of the Galaxy, frowned.

Then looked at Vader.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded.

“I think I was quite clear,” Vader said, implacably. “I asked you what you actually get out of this.”

“This, meaning… what?” the Emperor replied. “The Death Star project? That’s so we can dispense with the remaining ridiculous twaddle of the Senate.”

“Not what I meant,” Vader replied.

Palpatine shot him a glare. “Then what you meant was not obvious, was it, my apprentice?”

Vader’s respirator hissed.

“What do you get out of this,” he stressed. “Out of being Emperor.”

Palpatine stared at Vader for several seconds.

“I… am the ruler… of the galaxy,” he said, slowly.

“Yes,” Vader agreed, readily. “But what do you get out of it?”

The Sith cyborg folded his arms. “What do you get out of being Emperor that you could not have got out of merely being the Supreme Chancellor? What do you get out of either of those things that you could not have achieved merely by being quite rich?”

“The destruction of the Jedi could not have been achieved by merely being rich,” Palpatine snapped.

“They didn’t know you existed, Master,” Vader replied. “Though, I will grant you, it would have been an ongoing risk… but, at the same time, I must remind you that the Jedi are now all but exterminated. You are most certainly no longer at risk from them.”

He shrugged. “But I digress. If you hadn’t become a Sith in the first place, you wouldn’t have been at risk from the Jedi at all. So… what do you get out of this whole process?”

“Revenge,” Sidious said, firmly. “Sweet revenge.”

“...no,” Vader replied, and it was now his turn to speak slowly. “You didn’t join the Sith to get revenge on the Jedi. Before you joined the Sith you had no reason to. And even if you did… congratulations, Master. Your goal is complete. What do you get out of it now?”

“Why are you so insistent on asking these questions, Vader?” Palpatine demanded. “Is this some kind of misguided Jedi impulse?”

“It’s nothing to do with the Jedi!” Vader retorted, then his respirator hissed as he controlled his irritation. “It’s everything to do with the Sith. The Dark Side is the path of desire, and I Fell for very specific, duracrete motives. Which, by the way, I am still bitter about.”

“Don’t blame me for that,” Palpatine replied. “You’re the one who killed your wife.”

For a long moment, the air in the room seemed to have turned to ice.

“I will use Jedi techniques to repress the memory of you saying that,” Vader said, eventually. “And you should probably be thankful for that.”

Palpatine didn’t say anything.

“...what I’m getting at,” Vader continued, several seconds later, “is that I don’t actually know what you want to do any of this for.”

“I appreciate art?” Palpatine tried to assert, but even to him it came across as more of a suggestion.

“You appreciate it, in a way you could do without being the ruler of the galaxy,” Vader pointed out. “There are things you could do to promote art, and you’re not doing them. In fact…”

Vader’s voice trailed off, as he thought.

“In fact, what?” Palpatine asked. “I am rapidly getting tired of this conversation.”

“I was thinking about the things you do,” Vader replied. “The things which you do that do, or do not, require the powers that you have amassed as the Emperor of the Galaxy, Master. Some of those things are done simply to maintain your power. Like the Death Star project. Other things are things you could do more easily without being Emperor.”

He stepped back and forth, his robe sweeping in the way that took an ancient and particularly extra Sith technique.

“In fact,” he added. “The only thing I can think of that you do, which is not mainly related to maintaining your power and position, and which is rendered easier rather than harder by being Emperor, is racism.”

Palpatine blinked.

“Are you… accusing me of being a racist?” he asked. “But some of my closest political allies are non-human!”

Both Sith examined the sentence he’d just said.

“All right, that’s not particularly convincing,” the Dark Lord of the Sith admitted. “But I also have a hobby of doing things that no sane galaxy would permit. And I do enjoy killing people who annoy me.”

“You do?” Vader asked. “I’ve never noticed it.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, that’s the point,” Sidious replied. “There’s nothing so pleasant as making someone think that they were responsible for the death of a loved one, when it truly served your plan-”

The Emperor’s head came off.

Vader looked at his lightsaber, then at his hand, because something had just happened that he hadn’t actually planned.

The Emperor certainly looked quite surprised about it.

“...hm,” Vader said, eventually. “It appears I now need to find an apprentice.”

[aviiarie]

THE MIST HASHIRA'S TSUGUKO — platonic muichiro & reader !

synopsis. what is the mist hashira like with a tsuguko? warnings. slight spoilers for muichiro's backstory. kny-typical warnings (violence, death, etc.) notes. STRICTLY PLATONIC. demon slayer!reader. reader uses mist breathing. gn!reader. they/them used. fluff. 1.2k words. wrote this impulsively instead of studying :3

kyojuro ver.

in all honesty, muichiro never planned on taking on a tsuguko. he didn't care too much about finding a successor, and even if he did, there wasn't a single demon slayer in the corps who had what it took to be the next mist hashira. they were all too cowardly, too brash, too loud, or too timid. mist breathing was an art form, and the demon slayers were messy toddlers playing with finger paints. none of them caught his eye.

well. except for one.

he was walking in step with shinobu, on their way to a hashira when the sound of fighting interrupted his cloud-watching. he glanced away for a moment to locate the source of the sound, seeing a lithe figure hacking and slashing across a training dummy with strikes of—was that mist breathing?

this was immediately followed by pestering a thoroughly uninterested shinobu with endless questions—who is that demon slayer? have i met them before? how long have they been here?—until he inevitably forgot all about them. shinobu, however remembered.

she was tending to one of their injuries when she casually mentioned muichiro's sudden interest in their mist breathing.

“tokito seemed impressed with your skills, when he saw you. truthfully, there aren’t many mist breathing users in the corps as of late, which is why we weren’t able to find you a teacher. it seems you’ve been learning plenty on your own, however. who knows, maybe you might end up as his tsuguko!”

the words were an off-handed joke, but they took them seriously nonetheless. all of the demon slayers knew that the mist hashira didn't have or want a tsuguko, but [name] needed a teacher and well... they might as well try, even if it's in vain.

when muichiro got the application, he was puzzled. for starters, he had no memory of who this random demon slayer was, or why they wanted him to be their mentor. a quick refresher from mitsuri—who had been told the entire story over tea with shinobu, and was reading over his shoulder when he got the letter—and he learnt that they were not only a mist breathing user, but one of the most talented demon slayers in the corps.

it didn't take him long to come to his conclusion. most of the demon slayer corps may be useless, but who was he to deny one of the few talented demon slayers the chance to improve upon their skills?

his fellow hashira were surprised by his choice, but he just shrugged away their questions.

“if they're useless, i'll just give up on them. simple as that.”

training with muichiro is... intense. he has very high expectations of his student, which is one of the reasons few demon slayers even consider him as a mentor. they need to be agile enough to dodge a flurry of his attacks, quick enough to land a hit on him, and strong enough to cut through stone.

but to his surprise, they were quick to meet his expectations. in addition, their control over mist breathing was remarkably powerful, even if it paled in comparison to his own. most of their lessons turned from standard swordsmanship—of which they had already underwent plenty of training—to teaching them different techniques to master their skills.

the first time they trained together, he used wooden training swords. every instance after that, he insisted they used their own weapons instead.

“why would we bother with training swords? do you plan on beheading demons with these flimsy things?”

for the first few weeks, he continuously forgot that he even had a tsuguko. he wouldn't show up to their scheduled practices, leaving them waiting for hours, and were met with a blank stare when they finally tracked him down.

once they started training regularly though, they slowly began to cement themself in his memory. he would even make a point to jot down notes in a small journal to keep track of what he thought was important enough to remember about them.

although, much of what he deemed 'important' was rather trivial. some of his notes include: [name] is my tsugoku. they are allergic to [food]. their favourite colour is [colour]. they don't like it when i am late, even if they don't get angry at me. bring them a paper airplane the next time we meet.

how he treats them overall would differ depending on their age. if they were about the same age as him, or even younger, he would have a deep desire to protect them stirring in his gut. he can't quite narrow down the part of him that aches to keep them safe, but when he looks at them he sees a mirror of himself, young and scared and needing someone to shelter them from harm.

god forbid anyone try to give them a hard time for any reason. human or demon, that is his tsuguko and he'll be damned if he let anything happen to them.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, if they happened to be older than him... he would find it endlessly amusing. they try to pull the 'i'm literally older than you' card? well too bad, he's got the 'and yet you're the only one of us who isn't a hashira' card.

he would honestly treat them like an older sibling, if unconsciously. even if he's technically their mentor, he holds a great deal of respect towards them for their strength and bravery, and would look up to them a lot. definitely would try to impress them with his mist breathing.

no matter their age, he is very proud of them. when they go on their first solo mission after becoming his tsuguko and return victorious, he brags to anyone that will listen. someone try to talk about their own mission? he's cutting in with-

“but did you hear about [name]? they actually defeated a demon twice the strength of that one.”

but after muichiro regains his memories... oh boy.

i think they would be the first person he seeks out after he returns from the swordsmith village. he would make a beeline for their room, ignoring everyone else in his path. they're sitting on their bed and startle as he enters, but he just collapses on top of their sheets beside them. no amount of questioning earns them anything more than a mumble as a response. it's clear he's upset, but without knowing why, there is little they can do.

eventually they settle with cautiously pulling him into a hug, and can feel the tension leak out of his body as he melts into the embrace. no words are spoken, but it doesn't take long for him to start to cry.

he mumbles the entire story with his face buried in the front of their clothes, recounting the memories of his past that had returned to him mid-battle. he describes his brother, his parents, his home that is long gone.

even through his tears, they don't let him go, listening while tracing soothing circles across his back.

it's then that he realizes it: he might have lost everyone he loved, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still have a family, of sorts.

even if he never planned on taking on a tsuguko, muichiro is happy with the one he ended up with. and though he isn't the most conventional mentor, they are more than happy with him too.

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Itadori who’s been influenced by Sukuna to kidnap the reader please ; maybe reader can summon moth curses 🦋 gn or female is fine with me 💗 please and thank u 

Sure! Gonna keep it a general concept idea for this but I hope you like it :)

Yandere! Yuji Itadori/Sukuna Kidnapping Their Obsession

Pairing: Romantic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Dark themes, Violence, Guilt, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

Yuji himself wouldn't kidnap unless influenced in some way.

Be that your safety... or Sukuna's teasing whispers.

Sukuna would influence Yuji to 'take what he wants.'

Due to Yuji being a host, Sukuna can tell what he's feeling.

It irritates Sukuna to no end to feel Yuji so obsessed about you yet not doing anything about it.

All Yuji does is look at you with adoration.

He keeps his crush to himself and just lets it fester.

Sukuna can tell Yuji wants to confess, that he wants you two dating.

Sukuna originally just decides to tease him on it.

He looks like a pathetic lovesick puppy when it comes to you.

Yuji follows you everywhere, never has his eyes off you, and just becomes a mess when speaking to you.

Sukuna originally wants to use his feelings against him.

It would be such a shame if Sukuna came out and tore you to shreds, right?

Sukuna likes to rile him up, laughing when Yuji yells at him to cut it out.

Sukuna's like the manifestation of Yuji's impulsive thoughts.

He's always taunting and telling Yuji what to do around you.

It would be very troublesome for you if Sukuna decided that... well... having a second toy isn't a bad idea.

Which leads into Sukuna encouraging Yuji to act.

He can feel how badly the brat loves you, it's starting to affect Sukuna of all people.

Your technique of Curse Summoning isn't half bad, not that strong but... enough.

Sukuna thinks the brat picked well.

So... why doesn't he do them both a favor and hurry it up?

"Brat, aren't you worried someone will take them for themselves?"

Sukuna essentially tries to goad Yuji into taking the bait.

Isn't he scared of losing you?

Seriously, any of these other Sorcerer brats could claim you before he does.

Yuji would ignore Sukuna for as long as he can.

Yuji is aware of how volatile Sukuna is.

The last thing he wants is him losing control of Sukuna and hurting you.

At the same time, however...

Yuji does worry you'll find someone else.

But... he can make that work, right?

He'll be patient... he'll just wait things out so you won't get hurt.

Let's be honest though... Sukuna will wear down Yuji eventually.

Soon there'd be a lapse in judgment, maybe due to Yuji eating more of Sukuna's fingers.

Taking you could go one of two ways.

Yuji snaps and listens to Sukuna's orders.

Sukuna takes over and takes you for Yuji.

Either method acts the same, although the second one is rather... aggressive.

Yuji would feel guilt eat away at him once he has you in a secluded place.

Sukuna's laughing at him, commenting about how weak you look tied to that chair in such a dark room.

Yuji almost can't believe it.

He... he did this, didn't he?

Yuji wants to blame Sukuna, Sukuna did this.

However, Sukuna tells a different story.

"This is your fault, y'know. You let your emotions cloud your mind too often. You're so easy to exploit."

Yuji can't help but believe him.

Yeah... maybe this was his fault.

Maybe you wouldn't have to go through this... if he had a better grip on Sukuna.

This is his fault....

"Don't look so pathetic... enjoy your prize, will you? Or must I do it for you?"

Yuji feels horrible that he snapped... but...

He can't help but wander closer, ignoring Sukuna's nagging and taunting.

Unconscious you look so... peaceful.

It reminds him that he's always wanted to protect such peace.

He always wants you happy and cared for... he wants to be the source of your comfort.

Yuji doesn't stop himself when he tilts your chin up.

The way your eyes flutter open makes his cheeks feel warm.

He almost forgets what he's done until you panic.

Yuji's snapped out of his delusions for just a moment, backing off when you throw questions at him.

However... your words go through one ear and out the other.

Sukuna finds such a change in the brat hilarious.

He's also pleased since now he has a new toy.

Yuji's too caught up in looking at you to comprehend your words.

Then he notices your tears.

Yuji immediately rushes up to you to wipe your tears away.

He's gentle with his touch, almost like he didn't kidnap you.

You stare at him and he stares back, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips.

"Yuji, what's going on?" He hears you ask, "Please let me go...!"

Yuji pauses, he really should let you go, huh?

He knows he needs to...

But he can't.

"... It's going to be okay."

Yuji's voice is in a whisper, stroking your cheek as your breathing picks up.

"There's nothing to be scared of... I promise."

His voice is soft, like he isn't the problem.

"Let me go..." You try again, only for Yuji to place a finger to your lips.

"I want to..." Yuji continues in a sweet tone as he looks into your eyes.

"But I don't think I can now."

It's then Yuji kisses your lips, pushing away any second thoughts.

He can hear Sukuna laughing in pleasure and feel you struggling... yet right now, he doesn't care.

Right now... he knows you're finally his....

"You're welcome, brat."

[techhiz]

you can do, Rid Jetstorm x Rid Slipstream x minicon femme reader, where both have a big crush on the reader who is Windblade's minicon

Caught in the Crosswinds.

Being Windblade’s Minicon partner was no small feat. You were used to her sharp, determined nature and her unwavering sense of justice. But as her partner, you thrived in the skies, weaving in and out of battle alongside her, your moves just as graceful and deadly.

However, you had a little... situation on your hands—or rather, your servos.

Two situations, to be precise.

Jetstorm and Slipstream, Drift’s Minicon apprentices, were a whirlwind of energy and contrasting personalities. Jetstorm was disciplined, focused, and a stickler for the rules. Slipstream, on the other hand, was more carefree, impulsive, and always looking for the fun side of things. Despite their differences, they were inseparable.

And both had a massive crush on you.

"Did you see the way she dodged that last attack?" Slipstream asked, his optics bright with admiration. "She’s so quick! Like, ‘whoosh,’ and then—bam! Took the guy down without even breaking a servo!"

Jetstorm huffed, crossing his arms as they watched you train with Windblade in the distance. "It’s called precision, Slipstream. She’s not just ‘whoosh-ing.’ She’s a skilled warrior who deserves to be appreciated for her technique, not just her speed."

"Yeah, yeah, ‘precision,’" Slipstream teased, nudging his brother. "You’re just jealous I noticed her first."

"Jealous?" Jetstorm scoffed, his tone sharp. "Hardly. Unlike you, I know how to properly respect a warrior of her caliber."

"Respect, huh?" Slipstream smirked. "Is that what you’re calling it now?"

Jetstorm glared at his brother, his servos twitching with restrained annoyance.

Unbeknownst to them, Windblade’s sharp optics caught their exchange, and she leaned down slightly to murmur to you. "Looks like you’ve got some fans."

You blinked, glancing toward the twins. They quickly averted their optics, trying—and failing—to look like they weren’t just watching your every move.

You sighed. "They’re... something, aren’t they?"

Windblade chuckled, her optics gleaming with amusement. "Something, indeed. Good luck handling that."

It wasn’t long before their admiration started spilling into their actions.

One day, you were repairing a small piece of Windblade’s wing plating when Slipstream appeared out of nowhere, a bright grin on his face.

"Hey, Y/N!" he chirped. "Need any help? Or maybe... a break? I could totally show you this awesome move Drift’s been teaching me!"

You raised an optic ridge, amused. "Thanks, Slipstream, but I think I’ve got it under control."

Before he could press further, Jetstorm stepped in, his posture rigid and his tone formal. "Slipstream, you’re interrupting. Y/N is clearly focused on her task and doesn’t require unnecessary distractions."

Slipstream pouted. "I was just trying to help!"

"Help or show off?" Jetstorm retorted, narrowing his optics.

"Guys," you interrupted, holding up a servo. "I appreciate the... enthusiasm, but I’m fine. Really."

Both twins looked sheepish, mumbling apologies before shooting each other glares when they thought you weren’t looking.

Later that evening, as you sat on a ledge overlooking the base, Windblade joined you, her frame graceful as she folded her legs beneath her.

"You seem troubled," she observed.

You groaned, letting your helm fall into your servos. "It’s Jetstorm and Slipstream. They’re... intense."

Windblade chuckled softly. "They’re young. It’s their way of showing they care."

"Care? Windblade, they’re practically at each other’s throats every time I’m around," you said, exasperated.

"That’s because they both like you," she said matter-of-factly.

You froze, your optics widening. "What?"

"It’s obvious," Windblade said, her tone light. "To everyone except you, apparently."

You stared out at the horizon, your processor whirring. Did they really like you? As in, like you like you?

The tension between the twins came to a head during a training session.

Windblade had tasked you, Jetstorm, and Slipstream with working together to complete an obstacle course. But instead of cooperating, the twins spent more time trying to outdo each other.

"Slipstream, you’re going too fast! Stick to the formation!" Jetstorm barked.

"Maybe if you weren’t so slow, we’d actually get somewhere!" Slipstream shot back, his tone sharp.

You groaned, watching as their bickering caused them to miss yet another target. Finally, you’d had enough.

"Enough!" you shouted, your voice ringing out.

The twins froze, their optics snapping to you.

"This isn’t a competition!" you said, your tone firm. "We’re supposed to be working together, not against each other. What’s going on with you two?"

They exchanged awkward glances before mumbling, "Nothing."

"Doesn’t seem like nothing," you muttered, crossing your arms.

Later, as you were walking back to your quarters, the twins caught up to you.

"Y/N, wait!" Slipstream called.

You stopped, turning to face them. "What is it now?"

They hesitated, glancing at each other before Jetstorm finally spoke.

"We... need to tell you something," he said, his tone uncharacteristically nervous.

Slipstream nodded, his usual confidence replaced with uncertainty. "Yeah. It’s... important."

You tilted your helm, curious. "Okay. I’m listening."

They exchanged another glance before blurting out in unison, "We like you!"

Both froze, staring at each other in shock.

"What?!" they said simultaneously, their voices overlapping.

"You like her too?!" Slipstream exclaimed, pointing at his brother.

"Of course I do!" Jetstorm shot back. "How could I not?"

They started bickering again, their voices rising as they tried to one-up each other.

You sighed, shaking your helm before stepping forward. "Guys."

They didn’t hear you, too caught up in their argument.

"Guys!"

Still nothing.

Finally, you reached out and gently grabbed their shoulders. They stopped, turning to look at you in surprise.

Without a word, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks.

Their optics widened, their frames going rigid as they processed what had just happened.

You pulled back, a small smile on your face. "Thank you. Both of you."

They stood there in stunned silence, their processors clearly overloaded.

As you walked away, you could hear them behind you.

"What just happened?!" Slipstream said, his voice high-pitched.

"I... don’t know," Jetstorm replied, his tone dazed.

"Did she just... kiss us?"

"Yes."

"... What do we do now?"

"... I have no idea."

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe, just maybe, things would work out after all.

[leaf-sam]

Why Kisame is an underrated king, and why we should appreciate him more

Kisame Hoshigaki. A character who doesn't get the appreciation he deserves, but somehow he sneaked into my heart. For many, he was just a side-character, but he is the main character in my heart. It's about time we start to appreciate Kisame.

1. His humor? Underrated. Kisame was super sassy and had this dry way to say things (not that I could relate or something...). His sayings weren't loud, but they were hitting hard. Peak comedy, if you ask me.

2.His techniques? More crazy then you think. The amount of water he is able to summon was literally an entire ocean. That, in combination with his huge chakra resources, which were compared with a jinchūriki's level of chakra. That was insane! And don't forget: Samehada was not just his sword but his partner, and he liked Kisame. He wasn't just brutally strong, but also an amazing swordsman, that could even merge with his sword. Who else was able to do all that?

3. His story? Got depth. Maybe not the most dramatic story, but still one that is worth looking at. Kisame was someone who was loyal, but someone who always worked for someone. And in the end he finally took some control of his life back. And I think that makes him so interesting. Tell me if you want a deep dive into Kisame's story, I'll deliver it asap.

4. Loyalty on a different level! As I already mentioned, he was loyal, and it isn't just an empty phrase. Even tho he was part of a terrorist group, even if he was someone who did the dirty work for others, he always knew who he was. He got called a monster, and yet he never lost his principles, he never lost his motivation, his reason to fight. And this makes him so special in my eyes, especially when so many characters are still figuring out who they are.

5. He was more then just his looks. Sure, Kisame had shark teeth, blue-greyish skin, and was overall a not friendly looking guy. But he was reduced to his looks. Many characters were. But Kisame gets judged for it and not liked for it, even though he is such a good character. (Someone said to me "But he is a shark!" as an argument not to like him. No joke.) Just like actual sharks was he judged, for whatever. He just used violence when he really needed to or when Pain or Itachi wanted him to use it. And when he did it wasn't brainless slaughter, no impulsive attacks. Kisame is just like sharks: Misunderstood. Calm. Effective. And actually pretty cool.

Conclusion: Kisame Hoshigaki has a dry sense of humor mixed with sarcasm. He is incredibly loyal, and super strong. Maybe I just like him, because I like sharks, and since he's based on a shark...That just makes everything even better for me.