#and maybe ill wake up one day with a hard on for a man again but idk

[aaronymous999]

Okay imma say it right now because some people do not get it!!

Being queer is not a choice, but you’re not necessarily “born this way”.

I was a gay man up until the age of 12. I loved boys and I was a boy. Now though? I don’t like people. I’m happier than ever. And it wasn’t a choice I made to just stop liking people. My body just decided not to be attracted to anyone anymore. And that’s okay. If in the future I like boys again, that’s okay too. I was born queer, but my queer identity will never be the same my whole life, and that’s okay :)

[kalashtars]

current state of politics really got me swerving wildly between "yes I want to present as a man" and "oh god is this even worth it maybe I'm not even really trans" and it's bringing me to my limit

[chaos-and-cookies]

Turns out u CAN in fact take a nap w.o feeling like u got hit by a truck waking up

U just need a new pricy mattress and even pricier pillows, but its possible!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii! Could you do a mizu w reader where one is injured (doesn't really matter which one haha) and it's like a hurt/ comfort?

Take your time and get some rest!!

Write this when I was on the verge of falling asleep, so if any of it sounds like it was coming out of my ass, it was. 🦦

‘Why did you do it?’ Mizu asked, choosing not to look at you but instead focus on your injuried chest with a hard glare.

‘Do what? Protect you from that smiley coward who was about to use unethical means to completely blindside you?’ You replied as though the answer wasn’t already glaringly obvious, you honestly didn’t understand why you had to explain your reasonings as for protecting Mizu and putting your life at risk, but if it meant showing them that someone did give a shit about whether they’d live or die; then you’d happily be that person for Mizu.

‘You had no need to protect me, I could’ve-‘

‘Easily defend yourself, I know Mizu.’ You interrupted them before grabbing ahold of their hand, memorising the feeling of callousness to memory, as you rubbed your thumb against the back of their hand reassuringly. ‘I know how strong and powerful and amazing you are. I’ve witnessed your fighting spirit first hand and it took my breath away. Literally because when we first met you knocked the wind out of my lungs with the butt of your sword, all because you thought I was some stranger about to attack you.’ You finished recounting the tale of how you first encountered Mizu with a small smile. Why? Maybe it was your way to direct their mind to a more happier and healthier memory, rather then have it stuck heavily focusing on the one where they had their back exposed to the enemy; the reason you now had a massive gash running across your chest. A gash that would surly become a permanent part of your body but also a painful reminder to Mizu.

A reminder that you could’ve been easily taken away from them.

A reminder that you’d always selflessly put them before yourself, even if that meant getting hurt, maimed, loosing a limb or worse yet; your life.

A reminder that they’ll have to get stronger if they wish to prevent you from doing so in the nearby future. Mizu knew that their revenge took presidency over everything else, even their own health, but they don’t want you to ruin yourself beyond recognition for them; It just didn’t feel right to Mizu to have you be the barrier between them and the ill intentions of other people. They were strong enough to deal with it but as it’s been made clear countless times before, you didn’t give two shits about that, and instead focused all your time and effort into showing them that they matter so much to you; Which is an admirable and respectable trait to have in Mizu’s eyes.

However that did little to quell the unease they felt upon witnessing your body drop at their feet in what felt like slow motion, just as the first sighting of blood that began to pool beneath you in such quick succession, that at one point Mizu genuinely thought they were too late to save you, this was proven especially more true when you didn’t awaken within the first couple of days after Mizu had stitched and then later covered your wound; all in due to the amount of blood you had already lost. So the feeling of being able to properly breathe again upon seeing you wake up made the uneasy feeling that little bit more bearable for Mizu.

‘While it’s appreciated to know that I can fully count on you to have my back in the heat of battle, it is not a necessity.’ Mizu states, bring the conversation back to where it was needed most, causing you to frown. ‘I should’ve known better than to think that he would honour me with a fair fight. I should’ve known that he’d play dirty the moment he realised the odds were stacked against him.’ Mizu adds, clenching their fists into the seams of their clothing, jaw clenched and their eyes become an unforgiving steel blue; all signs of their underlying rage toward themself and the cowardly man.

‘You didn’t know and that’s perfectly fine.’ You grunt as you slowly sat yourself up with Mizu’s hands supporting your endeavour whilst being mindful as to not reopen your wound. ‘It’s normal to not foresee things before they happen, otherwise it wouldn’t be considered an authentic human experience.’ You let out a little chuckle, all the while Mizu was left to sit there and narrow their brows at what you could’ve possibly thought was so humorous. ‘And to live an authentic human experience is to accept that you have limitations, especially during the moments where you wished you didn’t have any at all.’ You said as you looked into Mizu’s eyes hoping that your words were somewhat getting through to them.

‘We always question ourselves on how we didn’t see it coming, or how we didn’t see the signs but what we’re not taking into account is that we’re human. Not super powered beings of mythical origins nor gods but just plain old humans. We don’t get the luxuries that they do, however if there’s one thing we can pride ourselves in having, it’s how we take these moments to heart and learn from them going forwards.’ You smiled softly, seeing the sea of emotions within Mizu’s eyes. ‘Another thing we can pride ourselves on is our resilience and our willpower to continue paving the way forward. We get hurt but we always get back up because that’s the indomitable human spirit. That’s what we do.’

‘Where are you getting with this and what does it have to do with me allowing you in getting hurt?’ Mizu asked, curious and a little restless as to what this was all meant to mean. ‘The moral of this for you to not beat yourself up over being human for being human is all we’ll ever know how to be until our final breath.’ You explained, lifting their clenched hand within yours to press a kiss to the back of it, before placing it back onto their lap. ‘Instead of focusing on what has already come to pas, how about bringing your attention to the fact that I’m still here and I’m still breathing. Yeah?’ Mizu stayed quiet for a while, allowing for your words to sit with them as Mizu thought long and hard before finally reaching to a conclusion.

‘Only on the pretences that I get to teach you in the basics of defence.’ Mizu said. ‘As a precaution.’ They add.

‘As long as you don’t go hard on me.’ You chuckled, already visualising it.

Mizu gave you an almost missable smirk. ‘No promises.’

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you write some Kylian angst where him and reader have a big argument, he walks out and drives off which makes reader cry, after he left she feels ill then she tries to call Kylian but he didn't answer and then she faints, when he comes home he found her on the floor and takes her to the hospital direct and they found out she is pregnant. After she was really mad at him but forgives him after he apologize many times?

kylian mbappè x reader

trigger warning : angst, mention of cheating, fainting, pregnancy

i never meant to hurt you

“kylian! can you please calm down!” you kept screaming, knowing that he wouldn’t listen to you.

“calm down? y/n the photos are everywhere! who is he? uh?” he asked you, again.

it started as a normal day but kylian came home and accused you of cheating on him. it was ridiculous but there were pictures of you hugging a boy that wasn’t kylian and instead of letting you explain, he accused you of lying and cheating on him.

“he’s a friend! i was at the bar and we bumped into each other, i haven’t seen in for years kylian!” you had enough, he was being childish.

“sure…you bumped into a friend and decided to sit at the table with him and hug him?” he was mad.

“yes! is that so hard to believe?” you asked him. tears falling from your eyes because it was the first time kylian screamed at you.

“very hard to believe you didn’t cheat…i can’t believe that after all of these years we’ve spent together you decided to cheat, on me…” he told you.

“kylian! i fucking didn’t cheat on you! why can’t you trust me?” you almost screamed.

“maybe because all i see was my girlfriend all over a man who wasn’t me?”

“i’ve never, never, said anything when all those models constantly flirts with you even tho you know how mad it makes me, when i see them touching you and hugging you, i never complained and for one time! one time that i see an old friend of mine, who’s actually married, one time that i decide to hug an old friend of mine, you accuse me of cheating? kylian, what the fuck?” you couldn’t keep it in you any longer so you told him everything you wanted him to know.

“you know that’s different!” he screamed back.

“how?”

“those are models i work with!” he explained.

“oh my bad! i only knew kylian the football player, not kylian the victoria’s secret model!”

“you know that’s not what i meant! it’s all my sponsors…you know that! but we are not talking about me! it’s you who cheated and the pictures are everywhere and i can’t barely stand in the same room with you right now!” he said, taking a jacket and his car keys.

“where are you going now?”

“i’m going for a drive…” and with that he left the house, leaving you standing there in the living room.

it’s been thirty minutes since he left you home alone and you started to feel sick. you felt pain in your lower stomach and your head became dizzy.

you reached for your phone in your pocket and you tried to call kylian but he wouldn’t pick up. you tried a few times but the pain became too much and you were terrified.

“please pick up…” you whispered.

but he wouldn’t.

you tried to go from the living room to the kitchen, seeing is drinking some water would make you feel better but you weren’t able to take a few steps forward that you laid on the floor due to the pain.

and then you saw nothing but black surrounding you.

kylian realised that he acted as a child the moment he left you alone. but he didn’t want to come back home, he was mad at himself for making you cry. but eventually he thought he spent too much time driving around the city and all he wanted to do was to apologise to you, so he came back home. what he wasn’t expecting was to see you laying on the ground, unresponsive. he immediately called an ambulance as he tried in any way possible to wake you up.

once you were taken to the hospital, doctors and nurses ran towards you to take care of you.

kylian was panicking, he was blaming himself for leaving you alone, he was blaming himself for not picking up your calls, he was mad at himself for screaming at you and for not believing in you.

he stood next to you for the whole time the doctors took test on you.

“she was stressed and dehydrated” one of the nurses told kylian, hoping he would calm down.

when you woke up, you saw a white blinding light pointed out into your eyes, making you squeeze them violently.

“easy easy…” you heard kylian voice next to you.

“kylian?” you called him, opening your eyes softly.

“it’s me…i’m here baby, i’m so sorry…” he apologised “i’m so sorry for screaming at you, for not believing in you…”

“it’s okay…” you said tiredly. you were still mad at him but you were too tired to fight back at the moment.

before he could speak again, a doctor came into the room with the happiest of the smiles you have ever seen.

he checked you, like every doctor is supposed to do.

“next time don’t stress to much, it will hurt the baby…” he smiled at you.

“the what?” you asked him a little confused.

“the baby…you’re pregnant…the test we ran also showed us a high level of dehydration, probably the reason you fainted in the first place, also, your boyfriend told us you had a little argument before the accident happened so i suggest you to both keep it down, for the sake of the baby” he smiled at you “congratulations!”

you and kylian were shocked. you had planned a lot of things in your life but a kid wasn’t on the list. in that moment you forgot about being mad at kylian, your worry was all about the kid you were carrying.

“we’re gonna be parents…” kylian whispered. you thought he was going to be mad but the tears in his eyes and the smile on his face told you a different story.

“we’re gonna be parents…” you repeated, smiling at him, and in that moment all of your worries began to fade as you let kylian hold you and taking care of you.

[your-nanas-house]

crane with a fem reader who stalks him. and since hes obsessed with fear, maybe hes super into it bc the feeling of being watched scares him?

Sure!! Sorry if it took me so long 🙏❤️ Amazing idea/concept, truly!!!!

Pleasurable fear

◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X stalker fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: stalking, masturbation, Jonathan fear kink, ill love.

◇ Summary: Jonathan can't help to get off at the thought of his stalker.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was quite common there in Gotham, nothing to be surprised or confused about... many people there were criminals or insane. So a stalker was actually the daily thing of the day for three quarters of the population.

It was Jonathan's first time, though, he usually was the one to scare people and do some crime not vice versa.

Therefore he sure was not used to the tickling feeling of fear or the layers of cold sweat that most people had tried in the presence of his alter ego... the Scarecrow. But since almost three months now he had tried on his skin most of the feelings, discovering that way that the arousal he felt mostly just when scaring his victims... was as strong as the feeling of fear he felt by being constantly watched, in danger, loved in such a ill way and threatened with sweet, intimate, written words.

The simple thought of the situtation the man was in did not fail to awaken that desire in him, waking up his primal needs by letting the blood rush right to his most intimate parts.

During a particular day he took his time to walk to his apartment slower than usual, not bothering to take his car just in hope to feel the familiar feeling of being followed.

It sure worked, his body trembled slightly as the goosebumps kicked in and his blood started to slowly rush down to his cock as it got more intense.

The man could even hear the footsteps of his stalker if he focused closely— he could have took a glimpse just to feed his curious mind. So he did, turning slightly around as soon as he reached a stop light, just to notice some citizens that kept walking and a young woman that stopped right next to him.

Her perfume invaded his nostrils and the tons of good smelling letters hit him like a train as soon as they rushed out of the back of his head.

The stalker was a she and it was confirmed.

Her hands were hidden in her pockets and Jonathan's heart started to beat faster... his mind filled with options and scenarios when they could finally cross the road.

The only thought was to reach his apartment as soon as possible since his painful erection wanted to find release and the lingering perfume of fear didn't had to disappear before the man could be fully satisfied.

His mind was clouded and his feet now working on their own, bringing him automatically back to the building, up to his apartment and in to his bedroom. His hands opened up the curtains and he got quickly undresses with cool lube on his hard rock dick.

His right hand wrapped around it, jerking and squeezing while it used the liquid as a lubricant to increase the pleasure, helped also by his left hand which was busy working his heavy balls.

It was quite pathetic to watch but he didn't care, finding shamelessly his release just a couple of minutes later. His body convulsing as the climax hit him and his cum shoot out in roaps, dirtying his hand and stomach.

"Shit—" Jonathan cursed under his breath as he relaxed slowly back on the mattress; a shiver run down his back as soon as he felt a pair of eyes on him again.

[artdcnaldson]

thinking so many thoughts about stanford!art who has a thing for humping pillows for comfort/relief.

patrick teaching him to jerk off created a straight up monster, he’s fucking insatiable after that first time. he discovers that he really enjoys humping things pretty quickly, his palm, his bed, and especially his pillows. he’s got an… active imagination - he’s no stranger to wet dreams and waking up with sticky boxers, so the next logical step is to sleep with a pillow between his legs, his dick nestled up against it so he can roll his hips and rut into it in his sleep. sometimes he doesn’t even do it strictly to get off, it just becomes a comforting habit. after a long day, he’ll curl up in bed and hump his pillow, maybe even suck on the corner of it to keep his mouth occupied too.

it was never a problem until he started dating you. he’d never shared a bed so small with someone before. sure, he and patrick would push their beds together every time they were put up in some shitty hotel for tournaments but that was more space!! and patrick didn’t care, he’d just make some smug comment about art having to marry his pillow after defiling it and turn over to pass out for the night.

the first few times you sleep over in his dorm room, he insists on being a gentleman and taking the floor, but eventually he runs out of reasons to stay out of bed with you. he tries to resist, he really does, it’s just that your ass is so close and your skin is so soft and you smell so good and and… he just breaks. he rolls his hips into yours once, twice, then all of a sudden he’s pawing at your hips and your boobs, rutting his dick against your ass and whimpering out little apologies.

“m’sorry, m’sorry— can’t help it, needed it— needed you so bad,” he’s practically in tears by the time you’re awake enough to register what’s happening. not that you’re opposed. it’s actually kinda cute how quickly he got so desperate and how when you shush him, tell him it’s okay, take what he needs, he immediately calms down.

he becomes so docile, like every thought in his head left the second you gave him permission to keep humping your ass. all he can do is whimper and whine as you grind back against him. when he cums he whispers a series of garbled out, “thankyouthankyouthankyou”s and buries his face in the back of your neck before falling into the deepest sleep you think you’ve ever seen.

you fall asleep with a throbbing pussy and more than a few questions about what the fuck just happened.

the next morning he stumbles through explaining his pillow humping habit, how it clears his head, brings him comfort, and makes him cum incredibly hard.

“it’s stupid, really, i’ve just been doing it for so long,” he says, his eyes sheepishly avoiding yours.

you can see the guilt spiral he’s thrown himself down written all over his face. he looks like he’s about to panic and apologize again when you finally speak up, “come to me next time.”

“what?”

you move closer to him and run a hand through his hair gently before gripping it at the base of his neck, tight enough that his eyes roll back and his hips jerk forward of their own volition.

“next time you need to get out of your pretty little head, don’t use your pillow. i’ll take care of you so much better.”

so from then on, whenever art has a bad day or needs to empty his head (cough and his balls) he comes to you instead of his pillow.

i have… too many thoughts about this mf man so i started with a tame one akshsk hopefully this wasn’t too long and rambled !!

-first time sending an ask so if i send again ill be 🎀 if that’s cool <3

Hnnhnggggg poor baby :(( also hiii!! I love this and ur brain is amazing

god he just can’t help it. You’re so warm, so soft. He gets so hard and he just starts rubbing against you out of habit, but it feels too nice. He feels bad when he wakes you up :(((

But he needs it so bad, needs to feel it, needs to cum :((( and he falls asleep so hard after— drooling and all heavy where he’s practically crushing you :((((

And maybe you make him do it again, let you watch how he fucks his pillow when he’s had a long day. It’s too cute of a habit to kill entirely, right?

[lemonxdaisybby]

How about the Legends and Ichigang fellas taking shower by themselves and with their s/o? Just anything that comes up

Hello! Thank you for your request! 💕 Some mild NSFW hcs, hope that’s okay x

I’ve just done Ichigang guys for now because I am v dumb and wasn’t entirely sure who the Legends consisted of. I’m not sure if you mean Kiryu, Majima, Saejima, etc, but also didn’t wanna make any assumptions incase I got it wrong 😭 I’m so sorry, please free to send another request in if you wanna add more characters for this hc 💕

Ichiban:

When showering on his own, Ichi would be a fan of cold showers. He has one each morning, and he finds the cool water tends to wake him up properly, and makes him more alert. He only really has warm showers if he’s feeling ill, or if it’s especially cold out…or if he’s showering with you.

He would be so shy the first time you shower together, as he wouldn’t really know what to do with himself, or where to look. He wouldn’t want to come across as a creep so would actively try to avoid looking at you at first, until you laugh at him and tell him to chill out. Then he’s gonna relax and realise he’s been overthinking the whole thing.

Sometimes, showering with Ichi would end in sex, and other times it would just be completely innocent, with the two of you washing each others hair. There would be no expectations.

You two would probably be a lil goofy in the shower, styling each others hair to make it stick up at odd angles, or creating bubble beards with the shower wash. Very cute and sweet.

Nanba:

Man is frugal, and very conscious of his water/household bills. Showers are gonna be quick, speedy and efficient. He probably would be eager to shower with you because firstly, saves on water and bills, and secondly, he gets to see you naked. There is no down-side.

Likely uses the most basic of shower products. He doesn’t really have a preference for shampoos, soaps or shower gels/washes, and tends to just get whatever is on sale.

Showering together would never really get sexual. Nanba can’t see very well without his glasses, so likely would be a little clumsy when showering, and is definitely not up for attempting to fuck you in there. However, once you two are out the shower, well, that’s another story.

Honestly, showering together would just be quick and no nonsense. There wouldn’t really be any goofing around. He’s there for a purpose, to get clean. No shenanigans.

Adachi:

Hums and sings in the shower. Also, he just really enjoys showers in general? He is so happy when showering, and will always have a lil content smile on his face. Adachi has super hot showers too, the heat relaxes his poor old muscles.

He likely prefers baths, to be honest. As he can just lay back and close his eyes, and maybe even have a beer whilst he bathes.

He has a yellow rubber ducky just sitting on the side of the bath. He bought it because he thought it looked cute and funny. He won’t admit it to anyone, but sometimes after a hard day, when having a bath to de-stress, he finds himself absentmindedly telling the ducky about his problems. He wouldn’t necessarily talk to it, but he’d kinda lean back and just begin venting, glancing at the duck every now and again and telling it how lucky it is, not having to deal with everyday shit.

When showering together, if it’s in one of those shower cubicles, it would be a bit squishy, as he’s so huge and takes up a lot of space. If it’s a shower-head over a bathtub, it’s less squishy but you two will definitely end up fighting about who gets to stand under the shower head.

Horny man, so he probably adores showering with you, and often it does end up with sex. He’d lift you up and have your back pressed against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips as he slowly thrusts in to you at a relaxed pace.

Joon-Gi:

Joon-Gi takes hygiene and beauty regimes very seriously. He likely uses the most luxurious shower washes and shampoos ever, and has a careful shower routine to follow. He showers every morning and night.

Showering with Joon-Gi wouldn’t happen often. Showering is like his chill time. He likes to relax, unwind, and allow his mind to go blank. He takes it as an opportunity to pamper himself too.

However, on the occasions where you do shower together, he would help you wash your hair and body. He would not allow you to wash him or his hair though. He’s very particular and likes to do it himself.

He would have been pretty bashful the first time the two of you showered together, not quite knowing what to do with himself, or where to look.

On rare occasions, showering together can result in shower sex, but most of the time, it’s pretty innocent and he’s more focused on getting clean.

Zhao:

Zhao showers every morning, and is likely still half asleep when showering. There has been the odd occasion where he’s almost dozed off whilst standing under the shower head, the feeling of the hot water cascading down his back almost sending him to sleep.

Definitely smooths his hair back under the water like one of those fancy shampoo adverts.

He does jerk off in the shower when showering alone. The hot water has him relaxed, and also it’s easy to clean up after.

When showering together, it’s always going to end up with sex, with only one exception - when you’re ill. If you’re feeling pretty sick and weak, to the point where you’re struggling to walk or carry out daily tasks, he will shower with you. It would be so soft and wholesome. He’d wash your hair and body for you, and then help you dry afterwards. He’d be pretty good at taking care of you when you’re sick.

Any other time you shower together, you’re gonna end up with your front pressed against the cool shower tiles or glass, as he thrusts in to you from behind.

[ghostlywhiskey]

hi! I've been really ill these past few days (fever + chesty cough T^T) was wondering if you could maybe write abt the boys taking care of their ill s/o? doesn't matter what sort of illness! I'm not living at home atm so it's been really hard trying to make smth to eat and take meds etc alone :(( no pressure if you don't want to tho!!

ah! i hope you are feeling better hun🤍 apologies for my delay in writing this, but i hope it brings some comfort if you still are feeling unwell or even just in general! figured i do quick little ones of all the boys. mwah. sending all my love and well wishes.

price

when it comes to himself being sick, he's quite the worst at taking care of himself. doesn't quite pay attention to his symptoms and takes whatever cold or flu medicine he has stored away in the cabinets. so, when you fall sick, he's a big clueless on that front. but where he does fall useful is getting you hydrated and fed. while you nap on the couch after taking medicine to fight off the fever, he's in the kitchen making soup out of the items you have. and by the time you wake up, he's walking over to you, sat on the edge of the coffee table. "c'mon princess," placing the bowl next to him, he helps you sit up before grabbing it again. "you need food in your system."

simon

no doubt in my mind he's the best out of all of them. genuinely, i mean it. taking care of people comes naturally to him and it shows in moments like this. he's with you the entire time you're sick, not caring if he gets sick in the process. when you're tossing and turning at night, covering and re-covering yourself and your fever fluctuates, simon lays on his back so you can curl up to him when you need. when your fever knocks down and chills take over, you're immediately curled next to him and clinging to him for warmth. and in the morning when the fever picks back up with the cough, he's slipping out of the bed to grab the medicine, water and a piece of toast for you to have. "can't have you taking it on an empty stomach. jus' one bite even." and he takes care of everything around your home, cleaning dishes, the laundry - all of it. but, once you start feeling better, you can't help but feel bad as you hear his own cough forming. "your turn to rest, yeah?" you chuckle, sending him off to bed.

soap

"not gon' argue, love," he mumbles while you try and tell him you're fine and it's just a small cold. he grabs your hand, tugging you towards your room and sitting you down on the bed. a hand pressed against your forehead and he chuckles softy, shaking his head. "burnin' up," he simply states as he goes to grab a fresh towel from your closet. "take a shower to cool off a bit," he hands it to you and urges you towards the bathroom. and when you reemerge, a fresh set of pajamas are resting on the bed. a note next to the neatly placed clothes indicating that he stepped out to get you medicine and will be back soon.

gaz

an absolute national treasure this man is when it comes to take care of you. the moment you mention you are under the weather he's asking what your symptoms are so he can run to the drug store and pick out the right medicine to help you knock out whatever is your body is fighting. and soon enough, your phone pings with a message that he's about to be at your door followed by the sound of the doorbell travelling through the house. blanket wrapped around you as you open the door, he's stood there with a bag in one hand containing medicine, gatorade and water bottles. the other bag containing your favorite take out he picked up on the way as well, with a side of soup. he doesn't mind if you aren't in the mood to eat, but he rather you have the option to pick at something you like should you want something.

[yuesya]

Twin au anon again, it would be neat if cursed spirit au Shiki was attached to Satoru in an adjacent way to Rika and Yuta, maybe she grows with Satoru and protects him as much as she can, maybe she gives him an additional technique like the one she would have had, I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on this!

As far as the wider clan and the rest of the world is concerned, Gojo Satoru was born on December 7th. This was a truly joyous occasion for the Gojo Clan, the long-awaited birth of a child blessed with both the Six Eyes and Limitless-

Only a select few within the clan were aware that this event had been marred by the birth of a twin sister.

An ill omen, in the jujutsu world. Twins were seen as one singular entity. Neither would reach their full potential if this were not... corrected.

On December 7th, Gojo Satoru was born.

On December 14th, his younger twin was killed.

Muneyoshi was the one who'd committed the despicable deed with his own two hands. It was despicable, but necessary, in order to ensure the Gojo Clan's future. He'd held down the pillow over the infant girl's face and counted One two threefourfive-

...

By the time the infant had finally stopped struggling, Muneyoshi's hands had long grown numb.

... It had been the right thing to do. Muneyoshi had done the right thing. Hisayasu-sama had nodded solemnly when Muneyoshi reported back to him the next day, informing him of the cursed twin's death.

"Well done, Muneyoshi. Your family's sacrifice will be remembered."

There were no grave markers. No incense was burned, and no offerings were made. There could not be any tangible traces of any imperfections tainting the 'honored one.' As far as anyone was concerned, Satoru was Muneyoshi's only child.

Gojo Shiki did not exist. Could not exist.

("Muneyoshi, what did you do?! You monster, you wretched excuse of a husband, give me back my dAuGHTER-!")

...

It had been the right thing to do.

Gojo Satoru grows up brilliant and powerful. He is everything the Gojo Clan could ever have wanted in a clan heir, easily mastering his lessons with effortless grace. In retrospect, Muneyoshi should've become suspicious of this so much sooner, but it hadn't occurred to him at the time. He'd only taken it as a sign that he had done the right thing, severing the weights that would drag Satoru down.

What a fool he'd been.

In the end, Muneyoshi discovers it by complete accident. One night, he wakes up in the dark emptiness of his own room, feeling parched. On his way to fetch himself a glass of water, he notices a light coming from Satoru's room, which gives him pause.

Sleep is important, particularly for growing children. As much as it warms his heart to see his son working so hard to meet the expectations of his clan, it wouldn't do for-

"Yadda yadda ya, who cares about who killed whoever in the Muromachi Period?"

The man pauses his footsteps, frowning in confusion.

That was... Satoru's voice, there was no doubt about it. But why was he talking aloud to himself in the middle of the night, instead of sleeping? That was-

"I guess you have a point, but whatever." A frustrated, explosive breath. "Ha? 'Just go to sleep, if you're not interested in reading?' Hey, why do you think I'm staying up late in the first place? You're always asleep during the day!"

What?

A chill runs down Muneyoshi's spine. He can't sense anyone else in Satoru's room; the boy is sitting alone at his table. Then, who is he... talking to?

"Don't apologize, I know you're a little sleepyhead." Satoru's voice is affectionate, in a manner that's entirely uncharacteristic of him. "I guess it's a good thing that at least one of us is interested in this rubbish, so we can at least get lessons over with quickly. Counting on you for the next test, Shiki!"

Muneyoshi, only a half-step from opening the door to his son's room and demanding answers, freezes entirely.

That name. The name that's never been spoken aloud in this house, or in the Gojo Clan, the name that Satoru should not know-

Oh gods.

Oh dear gods, please don't let this be true. Please let this all just be a fevered nightmare. The implications otherwise...

(Is this the retribution for the sin of murdering his own daughter?)

Horror seizes Muneyoshi's throat in a tight grip at the thought, heavy and suffocating. His hand as it rests on the thin doorframe separating him from his children trembles viciously with dread terror.

... He doesn't have the courage to open it.

[nochukoo97]

p.s. i love you (2)

pairing: doctor!jungkook x doctor!oc

summary: you manage to let your health get the better of you, and when you faint in the operating room, theres a certain man ready to scoop you into his arms and bring you home to take care of you.

warnings: oc faints being on her period, jk takes care of her afterwards and brings her back to his place, but jk is being SO confusing in expressing his feelings, they end up sharing a bed 🥹

word count: 1.8k+

p.s. i love you masterlist!

- p.s. i love u (1)

You’re reluctant to walk back into the hospital the next day, not because you don’t want to work, because of a certain man who embraced you and called you “baby” yesterday.

Maybe that was it, since nothing else happened after that.

You sit down far away from Jungkook in the briefing room, and as much as you want to peer at him to see if he notices your presence, you control yourself.

The briefing is quick, your head of department deploys you and Jungkook again to look over new students who were practicing in the hospital.

It’s awkward when your head of department exits the room, there’s tension in the air as neither one of you says a word.

Jungkook takes the first move and walks out of the room, not sparing you a glance.

Immediately you start to overthink, wondering if he was mad at you, or if yesterday meant nothing to him.

It wasn’t like he kissed you anyways, the pet name probably slipped out with meaning.

Even though your heart had ached a little after he had practically ignored you, you had to move on with your busy day.

Throughout the day, you didn’t have any appointments with Jungkook, meaning you’d probably not even interact with him today at all.

Yet you somehow manage to let the man slip into your thoughts at every appointment, clearly affected by how he had paid you no attention after yesterday.

Did he think you were weird? Did he just say and do all that out of sympathy yesterday? Maybe you were overlooking everything.

“Excuse me, Ms ___,” The current patient, a young female, had cleared her throat, catching you daydreaming while she was telling you her symptoms.

“I’m so sorry, I spaced out, could you repeat that again for me?”

You frantically apologise to her, as she repeats her sentences again, this time with a bit of agitation hinted in her voice.

You seriously need to get him out of your head.

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You go to bed with a heavy heart, overwhelmed by the amount of feelings and stress you’ve been met with.

All thanks to Jeon Jungkook, who confuses you so fucking much.

You’re hesitant as you finger hovers over the send button:

you: hey jungkook, just wanted to check, we have to look over a bunch of students doing the surgery for Mrs Park tomorrow, you’ll be there?

You press send and quickly shut off your phone.

There's a vibration against your chest where you phone is.

You take a deep breath as you slowly lift your phone, anticipating the worst.

He’d probably be annoyed that you even texted him, maybe he’ll tell you to piss off, or reply an ‘Ok.’ or a ‘Yes.’

jungkook: yeah ill be there, see you! 🙃

Oh.

You catch yourself smiling a little too hard at the text, slapping your face and telling yourself that he probably texts like that to everyone.

He plays with your feelings too much.

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You wake up to your alarm blaring, groaning as you stretch your arm over to turn the alarm off.

It’s 5am in the morning.

And your sheets are stained red.

What a better way to start off your day with your period, you stained your newly washed sheets and the cramps in your lower belly begins to start.

Cringing as you climb off your mattress, you hurriedly rip off the sheets and toss it in the washing machine, cursing at yourself for not noticing that the date of your period had been nearing.

You feel like absolute shit, you couldn’t even stand to brush your teeth from how lightheaded you felt.

The blood draining from out your body made you practically immobile from how dizzy you were, but in this case you couldn’t just skip work, you had a whole day of important meetings and tasks which would be a pain to shift to another day.

You stuff a good number of pads in your bag as you get ready to leave the house, mentally preparing for the long and dreadful day ahead.

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You’re shifting uncomfortably in your driver’s seat as you pull into the carpark of the hospital, giving yourself a pep talk to not cry or burst into tears the moment you walk in. You were definitely not in the mood for this today.

Still you walked into the office with a smile, hopefully no one can tell you’re actually hiding a full face of pain as your lower abdomen clenches again, causing pain to shoot around your body.

Walking into the surgery room as you greet the students, you spot Jungkook all geared up in his attire as he gives you a small wave.

You smile under your mask waving back, but he can’t see, from all the surgical attire you were wearing.

He doesn’t need to know anyways.

So far everything is going well, the students seem to be well trained in both preparing and carrying out the surgery, you and Jungkook give tips here and there to the students as they actively receive the feedback, eager to learn.

It makes you happy to see such enthusiastic future doctors and surgeons.

However, those happy thoughts don’t last long as you’re hit with another dizzy spell, the cramps in your abdomen increasing by the second.

Your vision goes hazy, you know you should be taking a break with how much pain you’re in, and the fact that you were about to lose balance.

But you didn’t listen to your body, telling yourself to bear it a little longer, it was only a matter of minutes until the surgery was about to be finished.

The next thing you know, you feel yourself falling to the ground, losing consciousness.

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Jungkook is too far from you to react in time, as he watches you fall to the ground, head hitting the floor with a loud thud.

The students in the room whip their head towards you, all gasping and some rushing to you.

Jungkook reaches you in a matter of seconds, he cradles your head as he attempts to shake you gently, trying to wake you up.

“Okay guys, we need to finish the surgery, it’s important that in these type of situations, we cannot leave the patient hanging,” He makes an effort to use this as a lesson for the students,

“I’ll bring her over to a room to be taken care of, and I’ll get the nurses here to call another doctor to look over the procedure okay?”

The students nod, some still shocked at the sudden situation.

Jungkook signals for the nurse to page for another doctor to come in, and he carries you, rushing you out of the room to call for a room and more help.

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As you open your eyes, your vision clears up, as you stare at the white tiled ceiling.

Where were you?

You start to regain your senses, feeling a heavy weight near your thigh.

Jungkook’s head is resting on your lap, soft snores fill the room, his hand enveloped in yours.

Oh

My

Gosh.

Your poor heart begins to thud against your chest for the millionth time this week.

You reach your other hand towards his sleeping face, brushing a strand of hair away from his shut eyes.

His hand tightens around yours as he stirs in his sleep, eyes slowly opening as you panic,

“Are you feeling better?” Jungkook’s voice is raspy, he sits up and tucks your hair behind your ear.

He tells the whole story about how you had completely passed out on the floor

Jungkook makes sure to include the part how he was the one who carried you in here

“Yeah, thanks for bringing me here,” You whisper, you’re trying not to lose it from his ministrations.

“You should take better care of yourself y’know, if you needed a break you could’ve told me, I would have let you rest,”

His words make you dizzier than your period does.

“I can take care of myself, I just, I wanted to bear it a little longer since the procedure was almost done, maybe I overestimated myself,” Your fiddling with your hands as you speak, not daring to look into his eyes.

Jungkook’s tattooed hand grabs yours,

“Well I’ll make sure to stand near you from now on, I’ll catch you if you fall,” He teases you, playing with your hands as he smirks at you.

“Don’t say that,” You roll your eyes at him playfully, even though you were currently about to go insane deep inside.

“I mean it though,”

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And somehow the night ended with you here, hands around Jungkook’s waist as he swerves his motorcycle around the cars, bringing you back to his apartment.

You don’t know how you ended up here, but Jungkook is extremely good at convincing you to stay at his apartment, saying that he “doesn’t want you to collapse alone in your apartment so you should stay in case,”

You’d take any excuse he gives you anyday.

“Sorry if my apartment’s a little messy, wasn’t expecting anyone over,” Jungkook mumbles as he opens the door

You don’t have time to respond to him before you squeal at the doberman whose tail is wagging excitedly at the new visitor in his house.

“Oh my gosh~~” You coo at the dog, your period pain long forgotten.

“Sorry if he’s being jumpy or licky, he tends to get excited when there’s new visitors,” Jungkook explains, placing your shoes next to his at the entrance of the door.

“It’s fine gguk, stop apologising for things when you’re literally doing me a huge favour,” You laugh, then you go quiet for a second from letting the nickname slip.

Shit, it’s your turn now.

“Gguk?” Jungkook teases you, but you only slap his arm playfully in response as he raises an eyebrow in amusement.

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Jungkook’s cooking dinner for the both of you as you stand next to him, mesmerised by his cooking skills.

“Oh my gosh, smells so good,” You groan as you watch him stir the fried rice in the pan, palms leaning on the counter.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles, turning to you.

You’re caught off guard by his smile, you cough and turn away from him before he can watch you turn red.

Suddenly you’re extremely interested in Bam who’s sleeping in his cage, squatting at the entrance, you pretend to be intrigued by the dog.

Jungkook chuckles at you, his heart warm as he watches your flustered state.

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“You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Jungkook leads you into his bedroom as you scan the room.

It’s simple and modern, definitely what you thought his bedroom would look like,

Not that you imagined his bedroom or anything.

“But this is your room! I can’t just kick you out of your own bedroom,” You would feel awful if you made him sleep on the couch of his own house.

“Okay then we can sleep here together then, you’re not sleeping on the couch either,” Jungkook plops on his bed, tapping the space beside him.

“Come on, there’s lots of space,”

Jeon Jungkook’s going to be the death of you.

[viharbinger]

Sweet Beloved

tags: all fluff no foul , short one shot

pairing: Heimdall (gowr) x gn! reader

Just as always you were behind the prince of Asgard's back, sitting criss-crossed on the soft bed you both shared, looping his hair into one another to braid. The only thing you'd hear are your soft breathing and birds that were waking up from the morning. The yellow beam of light from the sun shines on you both, giving you a perfect view of his hair to work on efficiently.

He loves having you do his hair as you work on it so delicately, like as if tugging his hair even a bit hard would kill him. Of course, you had to fill the silence with your thoughts. By saying it out loud.

He didn't even have to look at you and just knew you were about to say something nobody thinks of.

"Is it just me, or do clouds move really fast? You'd think they move slow, but then you don't even realise the cloud you saw a second ago just moved out of our sights!" You gasped like as if you made a new discovery, to which Heimdall just chuckles at.

"Your mortal brain just fascinates me everytime." He laughs, the motion vibrating his head and disrupting your hair braiding. "Well— Hey! You messed up my braid." You grumbled, quickly combing his hair to braid it once again, forgetting about being gentle just as he likes. I gets he stands corrected that you're not always delicate with your handiwork.

"Don't worry, take your time. Not like there's anything to fight on the walls today." He lifts his hands up in defense, as it's usually just a boring hot day.

Finally. You're done. His hair was beautifully done and'll last hours. "Done!" You grinned, moving to place a soft kiss on his cheek, while still sitting behind him. "You'd think the watchman of the Aesir, the most ill-mannered man in Asgard, wouldn't have such a sweet beloved, huh?" You teased, resting your head on his shoulder, tracing your fingers along his back.

"I always wonder how you ever, ever got your way with me." He tsks, looking at you with his bright purple eyes on his shoulder— your faces so close, nose just touching.

"I'm just a miracle worker, am I?" You scrunched up your nose in smiling, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his lips, to which he returns. Maybe the scion of the Aesir can be fixed after all.

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!! Hello hello again my cherub!! ૮꒰ ˶´ ꒳ `˶꒱ა

Fair warning: suggestive content!! I mean this in the fluffiest non horniest way possible but I think after some time that fragile!reader wakes up, they’ll feel down and like a burden. And I’m sure that there are always many days where they feel undesired or that they’re not as good looking as they were before in the Akademiya. Making them wonder if Dottore would even want them in such an intimate act. But I like to think that Zandik shoots down their ideas and decides to show them just how much they mean to them. I can only imagine that the first time that they do have intimacy after so many years have passed that it would be so so gentle and soft :(( maybe a few tears here and there from the fact that Zandik still loves them despite the changes their body has gone through and how it continues to deteriorate. And Dottore probably praises them in the way that he can, the Dottore way LOL. They probably couldn’t let Zandik go after that and they probably had him stay in bed with him. (Despite Dottore’s constant protests of wanting to check their vitals and make sure such an act didn’t affect them negatively. But it’s all sort of an excuse as he actually does want to stay 😭!!!) but yeah I like to think their first time was probably so tender and sweet especially with how frail fragile!reader is. And Dottore probably makes them always look at him so they can see just how perfect they are and that there’s no reason to hide from. He’s your husband :( why would you want to hide yourself from the only person you have now in this world. When he shows his love and care for you, he absolutely means it. (Also they 100% got bitten AT LEAST once during it.)

But you can completely ignore this if you’re not comfortable with adding on/writing about it completely understand smooches <33 but I hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week!! December is almost here!! >_<

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

IM SOBBING GOOD NIGHT (Warning: Under the cut for suggestive content, nothing explicit is mentioned though. Also reader has some insecurities about their body/looks.)

OH MY GOSH I REALLY CAN'T I JUST LOVE THIS TREMENDOUSLY 😭😭💗 i know the majority of people write him as being pretty rough and mean during this (which is totally understandable lmao) but!! i just want to think about him being soft!! Especially with his darling fragile lover!! :(

Though you were always a bit self-conscious, it only amplified after you came down with your illness, and especially after you woke up. It was just... genuinely hard to look at yourself sometimes and you couldn't help but compare yourself to other people. There were so much other pretty people in the Fatui, noble too, and Dottore could surely have any of them if he tried. Especially since he was exceptionally handsome himself. But instead, he was stuck with you, the one who was still so plain and ordinary, not attractive in the slightest. At least that's what you thought. So you shied away from your lover as much as possible. You couldn't bear to see the look on his face once he finally saw you for who you were. No one special.

Though Dottore is an extremely observant man so your thoughts won't go unnoticed for long. And he just doesn't understand. Why would you see yourself in that way? He thinks you're beautiful. And that's not just him speaking, no, he can prove it scientifically too (which manages a small chuckle out of you, but he's dead serious.) Even still, you two don't engage in intimacy until a long time later, but when you do it's very... well, uncharacteristically romantic. He's very prepared, considering how he must make sure he doesn't hurt or overwhelm your already frail body with it. Has to stop every now and then because you cry from all the emotions that you're feeling. Because sometimes you still can't believe that someone like him could love someone as insignificant as you.

You're definitely pretty weak after that, but you still muster all your strength to cling to him. And although you're not strong enough to hold him down your eyes beg and plead for him to stay with you. He's so warm too. And his arms are so comfortable and run over the sore parts of your body so nicely. So you beg him to just stay for a bit... just a bit more... well, he doesn't have to wait long because you're out like a light rather quickly. At least now you can't hide your beauty from him. He can gaze at you all he wants, and gaze he will.

I love this so so much 🎐 anon! He's just so *screams* i hope you're doing well my lovely 🎐 anon!! And yes December is almost here hehe (and my hands are constantly being frozen every day now 😨)

[strawb3rryshortcak5]

For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry

simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

Summary: The spoils of war had filled your dreams forcing you awake screaming. So, you decide to go for a smoke break. Unbeknownst to you, Simon heard the screams.

Contains: SFW, fluff, kissing, all things cute, comfort (received), crying, mention of anxiety attack/nightmares, gore (in the nightmare), smoking, pre-established situationship

A/N: i am so sorry for the pain i caused from the last oneshot i did…not. ANYWAYS! i tried to do something a little more cute rather than sad. but don’t worry, next time ill make sure to break your hearts again 🫶

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Nightmares were familiar to you. You had had them since you were a kid. This one, though, had you throwing yourself up out of your bed in terror. That of which had not happened in a long, long time.

You had watched a hooded man gut your whole team. Every single one of them. He gutted them like fish, cutting them open just to remove the guts and throw them to your feet. First Price and Laswell, then Gaz, Soap, and finally Ghost. You were aware you were dreaming, but it seemed so real. The sounds they made sounded so real, echoing in your ears. And when you found that you couldn’t wake up, it scared you even more. Eventually you did wake up, the screams you let out of your mouth sounded like the screeches of a Banshee. Grabbing the attention of a groggy Simon Riley.

You quickly got a hold of yourself, covering your mouth in surprise all the while feeling the tears streaming down your face. You realized fast that it was getting hard to breathe. You decided fresh air was best for this scenario. Not wanting to wake up anyone in the base, you slipped from your cot, snatching a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and left the warehouse.

Closing the huge door quietly, you staggered to the left of the building. You were barely awake, the cold air from outside hitting you hard as you slid down against the cold metal of the warehouse, trying to calm yourself down.

You dropped the pack of smokes and lighter into your lap instantly. Your hands flew to your face as the tears came again, hard. You covered your eyes, remembering every detail of the dream. The tears flowed as you shook, trying your best to keep calm, at least a little bit. It took a couple minutes before you heard footsteps a couple feet away from you.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, instinctively grabbing the knife attached to your belt in preparation to face whoever was there. Relief flooded you as you recognized the figure. It was Simon.

“Christ, Ghost.” You heaved out. The scare of your appearing teammate making your breathing even more uncontrollable. You were glad it was him out of everyone else though.

He noticed the fast paced rising and falling of your chest and dropped to his knees, inspecting your body with eyes only, looking for any wounds. He wasn’t completely sure if the screams he had listened to were from physical pain or something different. After a thorough check, he came to the conclusion it was a dream that had done this. Or maybe a vivid memory.

“Breathe. Just take your time.” He said softly. You locked eyes with him taking note that he wore his baklava to sleep. You placed your hands back over your face to wipe your tears and placed them into your lap when you were done.

You quickly took in his form, as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt and the jeans he had been wearing the day before. It was a calm day yesterday. Everyone spent the time preparing their gear and weapons for the journey that was to come the next day.

“Psychopath, who wears jeans to bed?” You whisper out, looking back up at his eyes as a small smile came to your face.

He snorted at your snide comment before joining you and leaning against the warehouse. You observed him as he grabbed the cigarettes and pulled up his balaclava, just a bit over his nose. Putting the cig between his lips, he lit it. Inhaling the smoke and turning his head towards the sky, blowing the rest out. Keeping the burning cancer stick in his mouth and ignoring the comment you made, he muffled out a reply.

“Stars are out tonight.” He said, glancing at you. You nodded your head before removing the cigarette from his lips and putting it between your own.

After taking a hit of the smoke, the tears started flowing once again, heavier this time. Your breathing had stilled but the tears came hard.

“What happened?” Simon questioned, taking the cig from your fingertips and putting it out on the ground beside him.

“Nightmare.” You cried. “You all died. I watched you all die.” You covered your face again as you sobbed.

Feeling Ghosts arm snake around your shoulders, you leaned into his chest. The exhaustion coming at you full force as you tried to rid yourself of your tears.

“I’m right here, the others are inside. Everyone is okay.” Simon whispered as his other hand, the one not being used to hold you, went up his face to remove his mask. He dropped it in-front of him as he held you.

Cuddling wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you and Simon. Nothing had been confirmed between the two of you, but everyone treated you like a couple. No one made moves towards either of you when you went out drinking, no one questioned it. You had also seen his face a bundle of times, constantly bragging about it to Soap who had only seen it once.

“I was so scared.” You choked out. Holding his arm that was wrapped around you.

“No need to be scared, you’re safe.” He replied, kissing your forehead softly and looking back to the stars.

Once you deemed yourself calm enough, you too looked up to the sky. It was gorgeous. Being outside of the city made the stars shine brightly. The sky was covered with the tiny speckles of light.

“I guess you weren’t full of shit, stars are crazy tonight.” You said, looking up at him.

He looked down at you before grabbing the side of your face with his free hand. Running his thumb across your cheek, removing any stray tears.

“I’d never lie to you.” He said, trying to look serious before a grin flew to his face and he looked back up. Placing his hand on his lap.

You placed your head against his chest again, letting sleep take over. Not before whispering out something you instantly regretted.

“I love you, Si.”

As soon as it came out of your mouth your head launched off his chest. You stared at him in horror as your hand covered your mouth again, eyes widening.

“Really?” He said, not letting the silence get too loud. His eyes were also wide, not as large as yours though. He didn’t feel as embarrassed as you.

Nothing came out of your mouth but a couple stutters, not knowing what to say while being completely flustered. And then you heard it, he started laughing. Genuinely laughing. Continuing to look at him you started nervously giggling, not knowing at all what was happening.

“Come back over’ere.” He said between the last of his chuckles. Patting his hand on his chest and stretching his arm out. You did as you were asked, still confused at what was happening.

“That was completely out of line, i’m sorry.” You said as you once again got comfortable. Still embarrassed. A couple minutes had passed before anyone spoke again.

“I love you too.” He stated. Stiffening immediately after, surprised at his own words. At the same exact time, you both stared at each other.

This time you were the first one to start laughing. Loud and hard, you cackled as you lowered your head back onto his chest. He too, started laughing. You didn’t think you had ever been in a situation so awful yet so amazing.

Looking up at him as your laugh’s expired, you took your chance. Grabbing his face and pulling it further towards your own. You kissed him softly on his lips. To your shock, his lips weren’t rough at all. Not a single part of them were chapped or dry. They were soft and plump and you loved it. You loved the feeling of your lips on his.

He quickly grabbed the hand that was on his face and held on to it, kissing you back. He felt as you broke out into a grin, your giggles spilling into his lips. He smiled back, kissing you harder.

Pulling away after a couple seconds, you stared at each other out of breath. He was the first to stand up, reaching for your hand as he did so to help you get up as well.

“Lets go to bed.” He said before bending over to grab his mask. Taking your chance you, quite aggressively, slapped his ass and while booking it into the warehouse, laughing out ‘damn baby!’. He chuckled to himself while following you into the base, placing his mask back on.

“Cheeky woman, you’ll pay for that.”

[dangermousie]

We got no Silla bits today but the ep was still amazing.

It's made clear this dude is the dad. Ugh. Clearly, the sin YH has committed in the past life, as far as he's concerned, is making his perfect weapon disobey. Whoever else goes by the end, this man should be on the list. I hope Do Ha (or Ri Ta) killed him damn painfully back in Silla.

In other news, the most understanding lady ever goes to:

It's pretty telling that it opens with Do Ha's nightmare that he's dropping YH off a tall place but ends with Min Oh being the one who does so as DH desperately rushes to save her and not just because if she dies at someone else's hands his curse stays.

I mean, he has confronted that:

The clock is ticking - as far as he knows, it's not he doesn't kill her and she lives a long life and he stays cursed. It's she will die in days anyway, but if he kills her, at least his curse is broken and presumably she gets to live a normal long life next time around too. But even with all of that, it's clear he's been trying to put it off, with the excuse to himself that he wants to know her reasons in the past, but he's running out of time and delusion. This is going to be epic because she, of course, still does not know that he plans to kill her.

But the thing is, he's falling for her all over again (or maybe the feelings that were dormant are just waking up) and what a glorious tragic mess!

But it's so hard for him not to go for her...

The man is a goner.

I mean the relationship in a nutshell:

Five minutes after his snide comments, he's carrying all her bags.

He is helpless in front of her care but having confronted that he can't delay any longer, he doesn't even know what to do but lash out. He could have killed her so many times - I mean in the car, alone! But still he doesn't. I think ultimately he never will be able to.

Like!!!

She has been the sole normalcy in his millennium and a half existence. But the thing is, it's not really just him who developed (remembered) feelings - she is too. Look at this!

If it wasn't for the curse and the terminal illness and all the other obstacles, I really believe they somehow could make it work despite all the insanity, and it is a lovely what-if (with hopefully a lot of therapy.) But alas...

In other news, the brother is on my NO GO list. Any time you are murdering an innocent quasi-stranger with the justification "that's karma from past life," you should go to a prison mental hospital and stay there forever. Preview shows him finding out Daddy lied. Nawwwww!!! No way!!! It's believable he's desperate enough to do things he's doing, but it's despicable as well, and he has no excuse of being a 1500 year old ghost either.

I do love that, once again, it will be the man who is supposed to kill her, who saves her.

[insomniamamma]

Tessellation: Cee and Ezra

A/N: written for @oonajaeadira and @yearofcreation2023. Year of kisses. The prompt is kiss while sleeping. This one ended up being far more about Cee than Ezra. As Stephen King says "Memory is the basis for every journey."

Warnings: medical trauma, drug abuse, illness, angst, Damon is a terrible father but he wasn't always, death.

He looks small. This man who has upended her life. Ezra. She doesn't even know his family name or where he hails from or which ship he dropped down to the Green on. She's known him two hands of cycles, much of that as he is now. What's left of his right arm is buried in white bandages, strapped to his chest. Tubes snake beneath the nest of blankets, draining murky pink froth from his lungs into oddly prissy containers hanging below, dust infection measured out into fill lines, blood and puss and Kevva knows what. Tube stuffed down his throat and taped to his face. His left arm turned palm up like a gesture of supplication, large-bore IV line spiked into the crook of his elbow, pulsoxometer clipped to his index finger.

He looks small. And deathly sick. His skin has a grayish cast she doesn't care for at all, the dark stubble on his cheeks screaming out like exclamation points. Cee's seen this before. Seen her dad pale and sallow-grey, breath slow, tucked some stim gum between his parted lips and smacked at his arm until he reflexively started chewing.

"I was sleeping, Cee." "but--" "Do NOT do that again. We've got a big drop coming up. We need to be sharp." "but--" "Just hang with me. This job pans out the way it should and we'll be out of the shit for good. Back to Central. But you've got to trust me. You've got to trust me and do what I say, clear?" "but, Dad--" "Are. We. Clear?" "Yeah. clear."

That familiar knot coils itself in her belly. The long greyed out days in between drops ending with her dad doped up to the gills, I need it to sleep, Cee. You'll understand when you're older, nodding off to leave her with his soupy snores and the endlessly shifting light through the pod's tiny rounded windows, little nights and dawns as the freighter spins. She'd copy out what she remembered of The Streamer Girl and listen until she felt confident that he wasn't going to die in his sleep.

"Can he hear me?" She'd asked the medic when they finally allowed her to see him. "Hard to say. We had to put him down pretty deep. He's got a lot of fight in him." "That's a good thing, right?" "Look. Your dad's real sick. He got pretty well dusted. If we can get him to the Pug he's got a shot. But that's a long haul from now. Clear?" "Clear."

She doesn't bother to correct the medic. Maybe things will play better for them if people take them as kin.

Ezra wasn't waking up. But he wasn't dying either. He just stayed stone still, swaddled in white, his stump buried in med-gel and bandages. His eyes flicked back and forth, caught in some endless looping dream. Cee takes his hand sometimes, careful not to dislodge the monitor clipped to his finger, always surprised at his warmth. She tells him about the endless days, doing whatever odd jobs need doing on the freighter, which she understands as charity disguised as work, a way to square their room and board until they hit the Pug. "--channel rat crawled up into the aft intake and died it was just bones and dust, I wanted to keep the skull but Leroy said it was bad luck so it just went in with the rest of the swill--"

Ezra starts twitching, small choking sounds around the tube down his throat.

"Easy," says Cee, "you're okay." And lays her hand on his forehead, smooths the taught skin there, presses the furrows down with her thumb, "You're okay."

"Did I tell you about when your mom used to hypnotize you?"

Cee slides her music player off. She knows by his tone that he is going to have his say. This has become something familiar. He puts the drops in his eyes and then talks. Sometimes it's names and places that she doesn't know and sometimes it involves her. If she doesn't at least make a show of listening he'll yell sometimes, his slurred out voice why don't you ever listen? So it's best to keep her ears half-cocked until sleep claims him.

"Mom used to hypnotize me?" "Mmmh-hmmm. You used to cry so much. You were colicky. We used to have to rub your belly to get you to fart--" "Ewww. Dad--" "They were baby farts! They didn't--they didn't smell--" "But mom?" "Yeah, she'd do this thing--" Damon sits up and lurches towards her and she flinches back a little, and even in his fuzzed out state she registers the hurt in his eyes. Damon smooths the pad of his thumb up and down between her eyebrows "She'd do that?" Cee can't help smiling a little. Damon rarely shows affection these days, and the feel of calloused thumb on her forehead is nice, makes her think of better times, makes her think of being small and Damon picking her up under her arms and covering her face and head with loud smacking kisses while she shrieked in delight, three of them instead of two, a job on some soft, barely remembered world a place of gentle grav and cool breezes, a hand held in each of hers and they'd swing her high, almost flying in the low grav-- "See? I hypnotized you." Cee breaks out of her reverie. "Did not." Damon lays back on his cot. "I freaked out. I told her don't you hypnotize that baby and she laughed and laughed--she--you--miss her…I miss.." and then he's gone. Drawn down into whatever relief the drugs give him, an ill rhythm of slow snores. And Cee waits, waits for the short term sedation of the drops to wane, for his breathing to even out into something more normal.

She remembers being sick. Got bit by a drill worm, Damon told her later, spiked a fever. Like touching a hot engine skirt. She remembers her mother's voice singing low and soft, can't remember the words, she was too small for that, but remembers the cool washcloth on her forehead, removed and re-wetted, Mom kissing her there, right between her eyebrows, where the pad of her thumb once passed.

Ezra sleeps swaddled and small and pinned by machinery, her hand folded around his, careful, fingers tracing the lines of his calloused palm. For now he is still, soothed by her touch. "Ezra? You need to wake up. I don't know what's going to happen when we get to the Pug."

Cee leans over and kisses him, presses her lips against that little space between his eyebrows.

"You need to wake up."