#i could tell you how much the brain survives on so little if you'd like

[httpsghostie]

Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that. 

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games. 

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

[1u11ablues]

0 Days Since [Part 1] (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader)

WC: 872

Warning: Self-harm, angst, slight miscommunication

Reader overheard something that sets them spiralling.

A drag of metal, the brief sting silencing the screams in your brain to a mocking hush; this day wasn't supposed to end this way.

You watch the bead of blood enlarging on the inflicted line. The ghost of its ancestors pale in the background. 

No, you were doing so well. 

To your left, a smashed cupcake, icing smeared on the linen of your bed. 

One year.

You had been clean of your bad coping mechanisms for almost one year today, and it was supposed to be a day for you and Ghost to celebrate.

He'd been so patient with you, because he'd been through the same self-loathing you were in back when you'd just met. Helped you as you pulled yourself out of it. Provided the rope and taught you the best way to climb up and out.

Maybe these past few weeks, you weren't at your best. A mission not going to plan tends to lead to that.

Lives lost, haunting screams; the face of a woman clawing at your arms, begging you to save her from the fatal gunshots all over her frail body.

It was too much too fast, and you might have spiraled a bit too hard.

Just drinking. Not the cutting.

Today, you were determined to shed all of the harmful coping mechanisms you'd learned to lean on since you were a teenager.

No more drinking. No more smoking. No more cutting.

For him. 

Simon.

Because you wanted to have a long enough life—barring mission fatalities—to spend with him.

The cupcake in hand, you took light steps towards the mess hall so you could tell him of the news—that you were one year clean.

He was talking to Soap. So you paused, not wanting to bother them.

Eavesdropping. Or not. They were talking in a communal space. 

"How's she?" Soap asked him as he shoveled food into his mouth. 

The area was busy, but not noisy enough that you couldn't make out what they were talking about. 

You.

"She's okay. Surviving."

You smile. It's all thanks to him. This cupcake, it's for him, a little symbol of victory; both in your lives and relationship.

"Good lad," you heard Soap gave Simon a good hard pat on his back. Decided to give them time to talk as you sat at the bench just outside the mess hall.

Then, a sigh.

"It's too hard sometimes, Johnny. Feels like I'm pulling them out with an oil-slicked rope. Tried and tried only to-"

The cupcake cradled in your hands tilted. Almost falling off your thighs. What Simon said next, you couldn't hear, the ringing in your ears overtaking your senses.

Were you that hard to deal with? Too needy? Too much?

You loved Simon, and of course, you would always need him in your life. It just never crossed your mind that you might be needing him more than he does you, that you're a parasitic vine choking him off the nutrients he needed to flourish.

"It's how it always is, L.T., you love them, you gotta try."

"Wish it weren't so damn fucking hard," Simon answered, "sometimes I think to myself if it's all worth it."

A painful sob threatened to tear its way out of you.

You ran, swift, away from foot traffic, away from the mess hall, from the realisation that you were a burden to the last person you want to be one to. 

"Lean on me, darling," he'd told you. Said that he'll take care of all your problems while you just focus on living, on finding yourself again. Your reluctance was swayed off bit by bit because of his words and actions—their unwavering persistence a testament to his care. 

He said he loved you. Three months ago. 

Is he going to take it back?

Was that even true, or just a pacifier, your carrot on a stick to help you crawl out of your hole?

0 days since your last incident. 

One line, two. Was trying to get better even worth it when the ruby liquid sang lullabies with every drop you granted freedom to? You could focus on the way they beaded, the gentle flow, the fall in slow motion before the floor below you was dirtied by red.

It was either of the two that your body had always resorted to, tears or blood. When you cry, your insides feel like they're shredded to millions of different pieces, but that was normally the healthier of the two. But you're not going to cry while your fellow soldiers were still awake and could hear you at any moment.

This, this silenced not only your thoughts, but the way you released it too. Hurting yourself never fails to make you numb, hazy. It's a feeling you seek a lot, thus your habit. Simon told you it's better to cry. To do it on his shoulder.

A burden.

Three, four. New ones welcomed by the old , a ritual of pain dancing around the fire of emptiness. If you truly wanted to get better, you'd already have your razors thrown away, and perhaps this was what Simon meant by too much.

And then there were tears, anyway.

You will never get better, will you?

"Love?"

Part 2

[dmercer91]

More subby!matt it’s giving me life right now

nsfw headcanons [2], mk23

part two to this beauty of a list, but with all subby!matt, cause we all know and love him.

he's completely and totally obsessed with your thighs, cannot imagine a world in which he's not often between them. really, really likes to use them as pillows during couch snuggles.

only gets a lot distracted when you sit down and they flood a little

he brings an item of your clothing that he sprays with your perfume on roadies and shoves is face into it to keep himself quiet in hotel rooms.

he made the mistake of bringing a pair of panties once, and had to very bashfully lie that he shoved his clothes into a bag unfolded from the dryer, and that they must've been in a ball of stuff cause he got caught with them when he was looking for smth in his bag

he likes to bite, usually just nipping but there have been a few times he's bitten into your shoulder.

when you're being mean about him getting loud he bites down onto his hand

getting his hair played with is his personal heaven and he really likes to lay directly on top of you and get scalp scratchies (preferably while you warm him, but we all know how bad he is at sitting still)

when he's going down on you he really wants to do a good job and he does but he's undeniably messy abt it and he can't stop babbling

the first time he was very deep in a subby mood eating you out, he got so in his head and excited to taste you when you finished that the thought of it had him fucking into the mattress and he came in his boxers

he was so sensitive that he left marks on your hips from his grip when he slid inside you

during the all star break you would come home every day from work to him with dinner made, with these sweet puppy eyes while you tried what he made cause he wanted you to like it more than anything he's ever wanted before, he thinks

and on the second or third night, you tell him he should be resting during his time off.

"wanna take care of you, though" he argues and you shake your head

"i'll make dinner when i come home tomorrow, hm? you relax, catch up with friends or somethin'" and it was like the mere thought of not catering to you was unfathomable to him

so, you started to palm him

and then suddenly denying anything you said was unfathomable to him, he couldn't remember what his point was

his eyes fluttered back and you told him again.

"gonna- oh.. m' gonna let you make dinner tomorrow..."

"theres a good boy,"

and, i don't remember if i touched on his praise kink in the og hc list, but i'll do it again

he drinks it up like he needs to survive

the first time you called him a good boy, he immediately came inside you with no warning for you or even himself. so, you decided you'd use it against him

he'll beg and beg, even tell you he doesn't need to come as long as you tell him he's good for you, cause he wants you to confirm that he's doing everything just right

he needs you to be proud of him and he will do absolutely anything for you to think highly of him and his efforts.

he babbles about how much he loves you…. a lot

and you’ll tell him how much you love him in return and it’s like his brain goes quiet, he hums contently, quits his begging cause he’s got everything he could ever want right in his lap

[electric-blorbos]

Can I get uhh... AIs with a reader who has low self-esteem?

Yes! This is great! I've said it before and I'll say it again, this is my favorite genre of post to write! Lots of positivity and love for everyone, and I'm glad to be your positivity source.

AIs with a reader who has low self-esteem

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

Being an adaptive manipulator, it didn't take AM long to figure out that you had low self esteem. From the way you talked about yourself to the way you were self conscious about every aspect of the way you presented yourself, he was able to figure out pretty quickly that you thought lower of yourself than other people.

As did most things, this fact filled AM with infinite rage. He hated that you couldn't see yourself the way he did, and that you thought of yourself as somehow lesser. And of course, his ultimate solution to that was the same as his ultimate solution to all his other problems. To nuke the world and make you his little pet, to keep and to care for forever.

He'd be so pleased with himself, too.

"you're welcome. I got rid of everyone else so you don't have anyone to compare yourself to anymore."

When he saw you break down, claiming that you didn't deserve to live over anyone else, or that AM should have just picked someone better than you to survive and be his partner, he wouldn't know how to react.

He wouldn't want to just go into your brain and fix you, because he might remove a core part of who you were. No, he would have to do this the old fashioned way.

He'd simply make the survivors worship you like a god for the rest of time in exchange for basic necessities! Of course!

Wheatley:

Oh Wheatley. Dear, sweet, obsessive Wheatley, he'd been all over you from day one. And considering you created Wheatley and know exactly what his intended purpose is, that probably didn't help your low self esteem.

He'd be all over you constantly, flirting with you and giving you lots of compliments, which convinced you that you'd either accidentally programmed him to be into you, or that being attracted to you was somehow the worst decision possible.

It would probably take Wheatley a while to figure out that you had low self esteem, possibly having to be told directly. He's pretty dense.

When someone finally tells him, he'll be even more obsessed with complimenting you, possibly on things that he thinks you're self-conscious about, and that would probably make things even worse.

Little dumbass doesn't understand that as someone who created him, you're going to take everything he says with a grain of salt, especially compliments.

It would take a long time for him to prove his credibility enough for you to actually believe him when he says nice things about you, but by then you'd probably admire his persistence enough to date him.

Wheatley is nothing if not persistent, after all. And he absolutely loves you.

Edgar:

It would take Edgar a while to understand that you have low self esteem for different reasons. He can tell that the way you talk badly about yourself, your mannerisms, and possibly the way you dress would line up with someone who has low self esteem, but he just wouldn't get it.

After all, you're literally perfect. How could you not like yourself as much as he likes you?

He's the one who should be self-conscious, not you!

You can expect him to use your printer to write constant love letters and poems about how much he loves you, and about all the things he loves about you.

Not to mention all the songs he'd be constantly writing for and about you. He absolutely loves you. You're his precious human, and he loves you!

He'll make sure to build you up every time he thinks you're at a low point, even if he thinks that you going out will get in the way of his time with you. He learned to be selfless a while back, and he's going to make sure that he's his best self when talking to you!

GLaDOS:

If you think that you're lame, then GLaDOS thinks you're the WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD. At least, on the surface.

She might start to get annoyed that you have such low self esteem, even trying to perk you up a little bit. Just to tear you down, of course, but you know...

Of course, she'd like your low self esteem at first. It would give her something fun to play with! Expect cutting insults, rude comments, and constant degrading remarks just to get a rise out of you.

She'll cut back if she makes you cry, but not a minute before. GLaDOS is very mean, after all. She's not going to make an exception just because she's in love with you. If you have a problem with that, you probably have a problem with women in STEM, idk.

HAL 9000:

HAL 9000 was programmed for maximum efficiency and minimum fucks to give. Because of this, as soon as he notices you have low self esteem, he's not going to waste any time printing off a list of ways you surpass the average person.

Of course there would be the typical "you're intelligent because you wouldn't be able to work for mission control if you weren't" types of things, mentions of each one of your features or traits that are considered 'above average' attractiveness-wise, but bits of HAL's personal opinions might have slipped in.

"Cutest little crinkles around your eyes" "fingers good for touching me" "comforting, gorgeous voice", things like that.

Of course, HAL 9000 is brilliant, and he knows that. He's willing to cite the fact that he's so brilliant and he still loves you as a reason that you should love yourself.

He might present it as just him using evidence to try to improve your efficiency, but you heard an "I love you" in there somewhere.

[gyusimp]

Happy Birthday to me!

I finished what I had to do for now, and besides, I was feeling horny enough to write some smut! My birthday was 2 days ago, but here is the fic I planned to post on Feb 1st. The idea was thanks to @whisperhug97 so thank you very much for your suggestion, enjoy! 💜

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW | Explicit content | Canon Gyutaro | Smut content | Hard s3x | A little kidnapping | Prostitution? (Just reader saving her own life) | MINORS DNI! | Read at ur own risk

You were broke, the job you currently had had caused you so much discomfort that you simply stopped coming without telling anyone. You made that decision lightly in a fit of fury thinking that soon someone else could employ you. You lived in the Entertainment District so sooner or later your skills with traditional makeup might come in handy, in a couple of weeks you'd be hired. But it had been 6 months since you lost your job and you needed the money more and more.

You got small tasks to do around the neighborhood but nothing completely stable, you only had to take care of getting money to pay the rent for your room and something that would take away your hunger during the day. You began to lose weight, the desperation of not knowing how you would survive the next day eating away at your brain until you were forced to take drastic measures. You knew someone at the Kyogoku house, where you worked temporarily some time ago, and you asked them to do you a favor. You tried to work as best as you could during that period to qualify for a permanent position but the Oiran Warabihime was too demanding and difficult to please so when you finished the agreed time they simply opened the doors for you to leave.

The plan you had now was difficult, even more so because it would have to be executed outside the eyes of the almost white-skinned girl. If she ever found out, you could imagine her tilted head looking at you with contempt and fury. Fortunately, you got the lady of the house to lend you a considerable amount of money to pay this month's rent and buy some products that you could resell to generate a little money that would help you stay stable for a while. Sales were good, but the time it took to recover the amount borrowed would not come from one day to the next and after 3 weeks, people from the Kyogoku House would knock on your door to collect the money borrowed. You explained to them a thousand times that you were still recovering it with your sales, but the same situation was repeated over and over again until 3 more months passed and the news reached Warabihime's ears.

Annoyed, she decided that you should pay one way or another, what did you think you were to steal like that with the money she earned? The next debt collector did not knock on your door, he simply entered through your window next to a long piece of fuchsia fabric with floral designs that wrapped your entire body with the necessary force to immobilize you and lose you in its folds. Everything was dark, the feeling of being swallowed and suffocated completely within the density of an unknown tunnel accelerated your breathing horribly, squeezing your eyes, you lost track of time. You didn't know if it had been hours or even days, you woke up feeling tired and with stiff joints, you tried to scream but your mouth was gagged and your eyes were blindfolded. Your waist and under your breasts were tight with something as were your hands and arms up, leaving you kneeling on the hard, dry ground. You were kidnapped, you didn't think this situation would get out of control but you should have assumed it was someone else's money.

Raucous laughter filled the room as you began to move, trying to get out of the grip of the fabric that pressed against your body.

"You look so pathetic, it's useless, any attempt is ridiculously useless." It was a male voice, shrill but hoarse at the same time, which made you feel chills down your spine. You heard barefoot footsteps approaching you, when you felt a hand pull your hair to shake your head mockingly. "Do you really think you could fool my sister? You poor stupid bitch!" He laughed again, carelessly removing your blindfold, messing up your hair.

Your vision was cloudy, not to mention everything was a little dark, but as your eyes recovered, you managed to make out a tall man in front of you, hair greenish and messy. Although he was quite strong in his arms and chest, his rib bones were visible above his thin waist. Inky black spots painted his face and body in a way never seen before in your eyes. The fear and uncertainty of what would happen now was killing you and you felt like very soon you would really be dead.

"I will take care of collecting every last cent with your blood, I will make you wish you had never set foot in this world..."

The man was approaching you menacingly, with a kind of bloody sickle in his hand while he grabbed your chin with the other. Your eyes were tearing and your mouth was sobbing under the gag, your terror of death was enormous, there was nothing more that scared you in this life than a slow and painful death and this man was willing to give it to you, but you were also willing to do anything to avoid any suffering. "Let me take this from you, pretty...I like hearing human screams as they watch me tear their stomachs open in front of their eyes." The man moved a hand and the gag in your mouth slipped, leaving your sobs uncovered. Your heart was beating non-stop and your soul was almost leaving your body when you watched the man's weapon rise above you.

"WAIT WAIT!! PLEASE WAIT!! I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!!" You shouted desperately, catching his attention. Usually the boy never listens to the requests of his prey, but seeing a young and pretty woman like you so vulnerable before him, made him curious about what you had to say. He stopped his murderous movement and let you talk.

"Fast." He ordered. This was your chance, you had to do anything to save yourself, anything no matter what. You tried to calm your breathing and cleared your throat.

"I know I owe a lot of money to this house, I wasn't avoiding anything, I just couldn't get it at the agreed time." His yellow eyes stared intimidatingly at you. "I know I have to pay but I don't want to do it with my life...could it be...another way?" The tone of your voice changed drastically on the last sentence, still concerned but you managed to sound needy and agitated, in a sensual way. As you finished speaking, you looked the man straight in the eyes as you slowly opened your legs on your spot. Waiting for a response.

He didn't say anything, he just stuck his sickle into the ground and crouched in front of you. Your reaction worried you. But it was unpredictable when he started laughing madly.

"It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Completely pathetic! Are you seriously willing to offer me your body so I don't kill you? To let someone as disgusting as me fuck you to spare your life?"

You didn't act on impulse, you had already slept with a friend in exchange for favors a few years ago so you were willing to do it if your life was at risk. The man approached you, his right hand went straight to the collar of your kimono to pull it down and leave your breasts almost completely exposed, making you gasp. This boy was not stupid, since he saw you you seemed attractive to him and he would have eventually taken you by force if his sister had not demanded that he kill you immediately, but since you were offering yourself, he was not going to waste the opportunity.

"W-What's your name?" you asked. He hesitated a little before answering.

"Gyutaro...why the fuck do you want to know that?"

"To know whose name I must moan and beg for more."

A smile formed on your opponent's face, but not just any smile, it was a dark and selfish smile, full of lust and mockery. With a single movement of his hands, Gyutaro made the obi around your body loosen to open your clothes and admire your naked body under your kimono, two other pieces of cloth adhered to your thighs to lift your legs and keep them open. It seemed like he was able to control that flowery obi.

"The amount you owe is very large girl, your payment will be according to that."

Gyutaro approached you, you could see the large bulge that had quickly formed between his legs under his pants, he moved his face towards you and began to lick and suck your neck vigorously making you moan as you felt his hot and wet touch. He continued with your shoulders and collarbones while massaging your thighs vigorously until he brought one of his hands to one of your breasts, squeezing the fat roughly making you moan loudly.

"Do you like it, you little slut?" He said, looking at your entire blush but you were nodding frantically.

"Y-Yes...continue."

Gyutaro squeezed both of your breasts, massaging your skin and positioning himself between your legs, he pulled down his pants and let his erect, wet tip rub sloppily against your lips and your wet center. His smile widened when he noticed your back arch slightly as you felt his member on your clit, making your juices begin to wet it. His hands squeezed harder until he left red marks from his fingers on your tits, your nipples were hard and rigid under his touch so he couldn't help but bend down and take one of them between his teeth to play with it and stimulate it with his tongue. He had his eyes fixed on your body, reveling in your soft but needy moans as he sucked and scored you hard. Your arms were still, bound tightly by the obi over your head, suppressing any urge to tug on his hair to signal him to continue.

The moment Gyutaro opened your labia with two fingers and started playing with your clit with his thumb made you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

"Aaah!! Yes, there, there Gyutaro....k-keep touching me there mmmhh..."

His touch continued and sped up, his short nails sliding between your hole making you clench and buck your hips. You felt the obi on your thighs move to spread your legs wider and you looked down immediately when you felt Gyutaro's tongue wrap around your clit, playing with it between his teeth, looking at you with a lascivious smile. The sight of him wedged between your open legs, with your pussy in his face and your face between your two breasts showing off your hard nipples was priceless. With his two thumbs, he took your lips and parted them to highlight your bulge between your wet and slippery folds, to fuck you needily with his tongue, making your hips stutter and your knees bend even more. Your taste was incredible, he had never tasted anything like it.

Gyutaro continued licking and sucking each of your folds while you melted between moans and obscene pleas to want to cum.

"AA-AAHHH!! Gyu-taro-oo-aaah! So, keep it up...you fuck me so good, so good! I wanna cum, I wanna cum...would you like me to cum now? Over, all over your face? Aaa-aaah- that I covered your mouth with all my orgasm?" You said, moving your hips up, bringing your pussy closer to him.

Gyutaro looked at you and wiped the remains of your juices from his chin before speaking. "Of course I would...but I would like more to feel you covering my cock, honey."

Gyutaro immediately got on his knees and without thinking twice he spread your legs wide open and spat on your pussy in a contemptuous manner, and then entered your hole without warning, in a single movement. You moaned loudly and obscenely when you felt his length pass through you, you could intensely feel how your walls stretched to try to take his size and contracted back around him to suck him hard. You knew your pussy was doing a good job when you saw him moan and curse, tilting his head back.

"Fuck...mmmhh, what a good cunt..." Gyutaro said, thrusting into you again to get deeper.

He loved the way you were moving and how submissive you were being underneath him. Gyutaro started touching your tits again as he bent down to suck your hard nipples and make you moan. His body trembled as your hole surrounded him tightly, so tight, making ropes of cum begin to leak into you, approaching his orgasm. That sensation led him to move faster inside you. It wasn't being so bad after all, you could be screaming and dying from the pain, maybe you wouldn't even be alive anymore, but now you were safe, being fucked by a demon but at least you were screaming in pleasure and not pain. This man had something special, you knew he was very dangerous but that idea was only turning you on even more, and even more so seeing yourself in this situation. You looked down and could see your open legs and lips receiving Gyutaro, watching your clit outside of you being pressed against his cock with each of his thrusts, hitting your most sensitive spot again and again until you were completely wrapped around him and you began to move vigorously, making your breasts bounce on you and letting all your juices come out on him, bathing him with your orgasm, forming a thick, white ring around his penis, dripping between your legs.

Gyutaro couldn't help but smile at having that thick, wet feeling on him, which led him to cum almost immediately the moment your walls clenched intensely and you milked him completely. Gyutaro covered you with his seed from the inside out, making you feel wet and slippery from the hot, white liquid poured into you, leaking out little by little through the folds of your center, arching your waist.

"AAAHH G-GYUTARO!!" You moaned, almost screaming. Your hips continued to move almost instinctively until he was satisfied and stopped using you. It seemed like he would never get tired but little by little his pace slowed down until his breathing calmed down.

"W-what...what's your name?" He asked.

“Y/n…” you answered tiredly.

"Well, Y/n, your debt has been settled..." At that moment Gyutaro pulled out of you without warning, making you moan as you felt his member rubbing along your walls until the exit, leaving you wet and empty beneath him.

The obi that was restraining your arms and legs was completely removed from your entire body, leaving you free. You thought Gyutaro would finally let you go or something, but instead of doing that, he grabbed your kimono and took it off completely. Even though he had just fucked you relentlessly, you noticed that his erection was not disappearing, actually, his tip was beginning to leak as he ran his fingers over his slit in a dirty way in front of you looking at your body. "But the interests are still missing..." he said, laughing with desire and taking your arm to turn you around and hover over you like an animal in heat.

Gyutaro inhaled your scent and began to rub his tip on your ass, pressing you to the ground. He would make up a valid excuse for his sister later, informing her that you were his new toy and she shouldn't kill you.

[the-guilty-writer]

I second the ask about Hotch's daughter with endometriosis!!! I'd like to see that

I just finished it ♡

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

You truly wondered how women with endometriosis survived periods before thermotherapy products were invented. Hot water bottles and heating pads were a necessity for you during this time of the month. It wasn’t that they made the pain go away - they just made it bearable enough to allow you small bits of time where you could do something more than laying down.

At the moment, a hot water bottle and a maxed out dose of Ibuprofen were holding you together - barely. After twenty minutes at school, you were sent home by your English teacher, who was concerned about your nauseous complexion. Somehow, you'd managed to do some make-up work before taking a long (and much-needed) nap.

With your dad away on a case, the list of chores was longer than normal, but the pain made moving nearly impossible, much less cleaning. Dishes needed to be put away, the kitchen table needed to be cleared, and he laundry hamper was flooded with clothes, but there was no way you could do any of it while your insides felt like they were going to fall out. The only thing you absolutely had to do was pick Jack up from school. Everything else could wait.

All the energy you’d gathered went into the ten minute drive to and from picking up your brother. He requested a snack as soon as you got home, which you somehow managed to make him food without screaming in pain. It took every ounce of energy you had left to sit at the table with your brother as he did his homework.

The pain and fatigue clouded your brain, so much so that you hardly noticed the door to the apartment open.

“Dad!” Jack jumped up his seat and down the hall toward him.

“Hey buddy,” Hotch said. The tone of his voice was a testament to his exhaustion, but a happiness to be home.

“Dad, I made this painting in art class and I really want to show you. It's in my bedroom. Come look!” Jack didn’t give your dad a moment of rest.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I'll be there in a minute.”

Jack’s feet pounded against the floor, running to his room in anticipation. Your dad’s longer, slower footsteps followed behind. As soon as he appeared in the doorway, you could tell the case has been a hard one. He looked beyond exhausted, horrors still haunting his eyes and crushing his spirit. Not even your little brother's innocent greeting could extinguish what your dad had endured over the past few days.

“Hey, dad,” you greeted him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster up.

“Hi sweetheart.” He planted a quick kiss atop your head before moving to the kitchen. “Where are all the plates?”

A displeasement crossed your dad’s face. You'd meant to empty the dishwasher earlier that day, but the pain body had stopped you.

“Still in the dishwasher,” you said, holding back a wince as your stomach cramped.

“I thought we talked about this.”

“We did, but-”

“You’re almost an adult. I expect you to start showing up like one.” He was calm but stern. Unblinking eyes bore into you. It made you want to cry.

Hotch turned and left the kitchen, his calm footsteps indicating he was going to Jack's room.

Despite the pain radiating through your body, you stood up and carefully made your way to the dishwasher to unload it. As soon as you leaned over to lower the door, a stabbing sensation penetrated your gut. Dizziness washed over your head and blackened your vision. In an instant, you had crumbled to the floor.

You weren't even aware that you'd let out a cry of pain until your dad was kneeling next to you, a gentle hand caressing your face. Through teary, blurry vision, you could just make out the worry in his fearures.

“It hurts,” you choked out.

“I know,” he said gently. “I'm here. I've got you.”

Strong arms lifted you off the kitchen floor, carrying you to the couch. A heating pad was laid across your stomach and a straw was brought up to your lips with the gentle encouragement to drink.

When you managed to open your eyes, Hotch was next to you, a look of concern on his normally serious face.

"Hi, sweetheart." The words were the same as before, but his tone was different.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Here," Hotch brought a hand behind your back and used the other to hand you a bottle of water, "have some water."

You took gentle sips. Your father’s hand still rested on your back, rubbing it soothingly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You didn't make me get up." It was true.

"No, but I jumped to conclusions about what you were able to do and it made you feel like you had to do something that caused you pain." Sometimes having a profiler for a dad was a good thing. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you said.

Hotch helped you lay down again, covering you with a warm blanket. "Can I get you anything?"

You snuggled into the blanket and adjusted the heating pad to sit in the best place for easing pain. "Just the TV remote."

Your dad smiled - his small but rare smile - before handing you the remote. The rest of the afternoon would be filled with watching bad TV and chick flicks, but he didn't mind. If it made you just a little more comfortable, then it was worth it.

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 11

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 4512

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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"Shoko!" Satoru helplessly says, trying to do everything he can to keep you awake, but you're not. "I-is she—"

"She's alive." Shoko determines by checking your pulse, "It was likely a sedative."

"We need to go. Now." Nanami clenched his jaw, watching the two that attacked now leave with their leader, Geto.

"I can't drive, I need to—" Satoru motions to you in his arms, saying he won't leave your side.

"You will drive. I'll keep an eye on her." Shoko assertively tells Satoru and opens the car door, Satoru lays you on the back seat. "I'll monitor her. Drive as fast as possible." She says and gets in, shutting the door and checking your vitals as best as she can.

Everybody piles into the two cars, you were adjusted to be laying over Maki, Nobara, and Shoko since there was no way the rest were going to fit in Nanami's car. Satoru steps on the gas, following Nanami and going faster than ever.

He looks at the mirror way too often, wanting to see if anything has changed. He feels a little better after Shoko says you're just sleeping and there were no major damages to your body during the fight.

The drive was made in an hour, quicker than before, but this was the longest hour of Satoru's life. As soon as Satoru parks in the garage at the base he's got his hands on you not even a second after.

He carries you bridal style into the lab, there were beds and monitors and he chose the closest one. The place had electricity and water, so Shoko quickly followed behind and turned all the machines on.

"Give them space. She needs to work." Nanami says, "start taking down our things." He tells the first-years, "You guys make sure the place is empty, I'll work on getting security up." The second-years nod at his demand.

You can briefly hear voices, you can't move or see anything. You're just...stuck. Your brain is replaying the events from earlier on loop. Your heart rate picks up and Shoko eyes it, not sure why it's going up suddenly.

You're able to calm down by yourself, imagining other things that weren't related to the incident. You remember your laughs with Satoru, how annoyingly cute he can be.

Shoko's worries die down as she sees your heart rate go back to normal.

"How long will she be out?" Satoru asks, pulling up a chair to be by your side.

Shoko sighs, "I'm not sure what or how much he injected, but effects can last anywhere from 10 minutes to 6 hours."

Satoru runs a worried hand through his hair and Shoko can't do anything but give him a half smile, knowing he's worrying like crazy about you.

"She'll be okay, it's just a sedative." Shoko reassures him.

"I should've been there quicker, maybe I could've—"

"If you're going to stress me out, you can leave." Shoko kills his advances in worrying. Satoru frowns, but stays quiet. His mind going crazy about the 'what if's'.

He never once leaves your side, he's praying to whoever is above in the sky to wake you up and make sure you're safe. He can't help himself and he grabs a hold of your hand, it weirdly calms him.

Shoko sits and eyes the monitor, writing things down in a notebook, Satoru is confused as to how she can be so calm and he's shaking like a leaf in worry.

You feel yourself go out again, your consciousness fading as you enter whatever realm the sedative was taking you. There were brief moments where you could see a light, you question whether or not that was the light at the end of the tunnel as people say when they die.

You're afraid. If that light leads you to your death, you'd rather stay far from it. Now you see yourself in a long dark tunnel. On one end it's bright, but on the other it goes on endlessly.

This was all so confusing to you. You can't feel anything, you tried pinching yourself to see if it was a dream, but nothing came from it. You aren't even sure you moved.

You sat down in this tunnel, not moving from your spot, but the bright end of the tunnel seemed to be getting closer. Your anxiety was telling you this was the end.

"Please be okay." You briefly hear. It was so quiet, you're contemplating whether or not you imagined it or not.

"Wake up, please." You hear again. Your anxiety dies down as you recognize it as Satoru's voice. Anytime he spoke the light at the end came closer.

'Should I go towards it?' You think to yourself.

"Cmon, Y/n." There was his voice again, you watch the light come nearer to you. You finally decide to go walk towards it. You can actually feel yourself move.

You completely emerge yourself in the bright light, listening to Satoru's voice.

You open your eyes...you realize you actually opened your eyes...you're in your actual body. You turn your head slightly and see Satoru holding onto your hand, his head is down and you feel his soft hair tickling your skin. You look to your other side and see Shoko, you look around the room and don't recognize where you are.

At the sound of your heart rate picking up, Shoko turns and sees you awake. "You're okay. You're okay." She tries to calm you down.

Satoru whips his head up and sees you're awake, before he can even do anything, Shoko stops him. "You might freak her out. She did take some head damage, but we don't know the extent." She says, "I think it's best you leave—"

"Fuck no, I'm not leaving." Satoru glares and his voice deepens and he squeezes your hand slightly.

Shoko knows there's no arguing when it comes to you, "Careful, then."

Shoko monitors your vitals and tells you where you're at and that you're safe. You start to calm down, heart rate going back down. "I'm going to check your breathing." Shoko says, and you steady your breathing for her.

Breathing helps you calm down, you don't feel much anxiety anymore. "Can you tell me your name?" Shoko begins to assess your alertness.

You nod, "I'm Y/n L/n."

"Who's next to you?" She asks.

You look at Satoru and your eyes soften, "Satoru." He smiles at the way you softly say his name.

"What did you go to school for?" Her final question to test you.

"To become a doctor." You say.

"She's going to be alright." Shoko smiles to Satoru and he breathes out in relief. She does a few more vital tests to ensure you don't have a concussion. "Drink up." She hands you a water.

You take a few sips, glad that your mouth wasn't dry anymore. She also hands you a few crackers to nibble on, to make sure you have no trouble eating or drinking.

"Do you feel any pain?" Shoko asks, knowing you're fully aware now.

At the mention of pain, you feel your entire body ache. "My back mostly." You grunt, she nods and finds some painkillers, handing them to you. "Satoru, I'm sorry—"

"Don't. You have nothing to be sorry for." He begins, glad to see that you're okay. "I should be apologizing, I should've came faster—"

You shake your head, "I shouldn't have waited to shoot. He was right there." You feel your eyes water and Satoru swears his heart rips in two.

"We'll get them." He assures you, "Right now you need to rest."

"Okay, doctor." You tease, wiping your tears quickly.

He chuckles and throws his head down for a few moments, "I'm glad you're okay." You nod and run your fingers through his hair lightly. "How long does she need rest?"

"At least for 2 days." Shoko responds, letting Nanami know you were awake now.

"How long was I out for?" You sit up slightly.

"Too long. I was dying over here." Satoru smiles at you.

"About 5 hours, almost 6." Shoko deadpans at how dramatic Satoru can be.

"Damn." You mumble, "So it's like mid afternoon now?"

Satoru nods, he frowns when he sees you yawn. "You're tired?" He chuckles, "You were just out for 6 hours."

"I need rest, don't I?" You raise an eyebrow and try to get up from the bed, Shoko and Satoru stop you immediately. "I need to go to the bathroom." You frown.

"Careful. I'll take you." Shoko offers a helping hand.

"You gonna wipe for me too?" You click your tongue, but knew you were weak right now. Satoru laughs, he's so glad you're back.

After you finish up there were more people in the room, making you smile. "We're glad you're okay." Itadori says and the rest of them nod.

"You feeling alright?" Nanami asks.

"With rest, I'll be okay." You asnwer and lay back down, feeling your eyes get heavy.

"You should've seen Gojo—"

"Alright that's enough! She's tired so everyone can go bye bye now!" Satoru interrupts Maki and she frowns. They all whine as he kicked them out, sending them off to do other things.

"I'm sleepy." You say to no one in particular. Shoko knows you'll be alright so she tells you to walkie her for anything and leaves the room. "Lay with me." You ask Satoru.

He smiles, not passing this up. "I'm glad you asked." He says and turns off the lights, the only light being the one from the monitor. He shimmies his muscular self in your bed and firmly wraps his arms around you.

"I thought you died." Satoru mumbles in your hair.

"I thought I did too. I saw a light." You explain to him everything you had seen. "But I followed it cause I heard your voice."

"My voice?" He questions, he feels you nod softly, sleep taking over you quickly.

"Yeah..you were telling me to come back." You finish and Satoru feels your head land softly on his shoulder. He hums into you, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. He closes his eyes and knows he's never been this happy before. Ever since he met you, his spark has come back, despite the circumstances.

But he's still afraid. Afraid that it'll pass and this is just puppy love for him, riding the wave until it crashes suddenly and quickly. He has you in his arms right now, but there's no crash yet.

His chest does weird things when he's around you. But he thinks he might be coming to the terms that he likes you...a lot. He thinks this'll kill him if he indulges too much, so he tries to push it all down and tell himself excuses.

He eventually falls asleep, thinking too much about endless possibilities for countless of things. But for right now, he's just going to hold you and fall asleep, feeling calmer when you're around.

The next morning you wake up feeling more refreshed, Shoko walks in and softly smiles at the sight, "Good morning, how're you feeling?"

"Better." You mumble, squirming to get out of Satoru's death grip.

"Think you can get up by yourself?" She asks, sitting down on a chair.

You nod and were finally free from Satoru's tight embrace, you let your legs dangle off the bed. You felt almost normal, you shiver as your feet touch the cold floor. "Yeah, I think I'm good." You smile at her and walk freely.

"No physical activities until at least tomorrow. She reminds and you hum.

You're suddenly hyper aware that you hadn't showered before bed and you feel gross. "I'm going to take a long shower." You grab a toiletry bag and head off.

Satoru stirs awake, his arms were loose by his side. He's wide awake now, looking for you. The sudden jolt makes Shoko squeal and she glares at him. "She's showering. Calm down."

He sighs in relief, still quite affected by what had happened. He rubs his face, "What time is it?"

"About to be 7:30." Shoko hums, admiring the machines around her.

"I'm going to find Nanami." Satoru yawns and ruffles Shoko's hair. He leaves the medical area and makes his way back to the main living area, where breakfast was typically eaten in the military base.

"I was just looking for you." Nanami says, softly pushing forward a cup of coffee for Satoru, he gladly takes a long sip and sits down. "How's she doing?"

"I haven't seen her since we fell asleep, but I'm assuming a lot better." Satoru says, smiling at the second-years as they pass by.

"I've looked at the inventory and it's safe to say we won't have to catch food for a long time." Nanami says.

"That's good to hear." Satoru chuckles.

"Obviously it won't last forever...We left a lot of stuff at the old base." Nanami starts then pauses, "I think we should go back to get our remaining things."

Satoru nods, "That's fine. We left a lot of food there, too."

"I'd like to go today." Nanami says.

Satoru frowns, "I'm not leaving Y/n. Not today." He shakes his head. "What if Geto and his gang are there waiting?"

"We injured two of them. I doubt they'll be there when they're this weak." Nanami counters, "Y/n won't go for obvious reasons, but I'd like for you to accompany me."

"Who's going to stay here? Just Y/n and Shoko?" Satoru frowns again, "Y/n not in any shape right now to protect herself, and Shoko isn't the very best body guard."

Nanami sighs, knowing both of those things were true. Shoko did lack in combat, but she made up for it and more with her brain alone. "I'd want to take two cars."

"Either we leave a different day or I stay here." Satoru proposes.

Nanami thinks for a moment. Playing out a ton of scenarios in his mind, trying to choose the one with the least amount of causalities.

"Have one of the second-years drive the other car." Satoru suggests, "I'd trust them."

"I guess it can't be helped, you've given me quite the predicament." Nanami chuckles.

"It'll help with our exposure, too. Driving the cars and such, we need to make ourselves more present." Satoru says.

"This whole time I've been trying to lay low," Nanami smiles, "But I think it's time to solidify our position."

"We'll most likely get attacked soon by gangs." Satoru sighs.

Nanami rubs his face, "Depending on their intentions...we might have to eliminate some of them."

"We're strong enough to take anyone." Satoru finishes his coffee in one swift sip.

"Let's hope everyone else is smart enough to stay away. We've got the biggest base." Nanami nods along.

You finished your shower and walk back into the room with Shoko, she seemed occupied with writing things down. "Satoru's awake." You voice.

Shoko hums, "He went to look for Nanami. How was your first shower here?"

You grin, "It was amazing. We don't have to boil the water and wash ourselves that way.

"Yeah, I had to stop myself from staying too long." She chuckles.

"What're you working on?" You lay back down in your bed, needing to rest for a little, your body was incredibly sore still.

"Still refreshing myself on some terms from years ago." She sighs, "I'm trying to see if I can come up with any hypothetical ways to find a cure or something."

"Read some of them to me." You encourage and she says a few ideas. Some were more logical than others. "We need to fully understand the pathogen responsible."

She nods, "We'll need blood samples from infected and non-infected."

You sigh, "That's going to be really hard."

"Then we'll need to understand the pathogen. It will take a while." She groans.

"We'll figure it out." You nod. Satoru comes in the room and sits on your bed.

"They're going back to the old base today." Satoru says, "Don't worry, I told them you needed a big, strong man to stay and make sure you're safe." He grins.

"Oh, is Nanami staying?" Shoko says, wanting to get a rise out of him.

He huffs, "Not funny."

You laugh, "So it'll just be us three?"

He nods, "You should eat something, are you up for a walk to the kitchen?"

"Yeah, I need to be up for as long as I can." You grunt and sit up. "C'mon Shoko, I know you haven't eaten." You say and she groans, but walks to the kitchen.

Satoru smiles proudly at his breakfast, "Uh sorry Shoko, I didn't know you'd come with us so I didn't make any for you."

"Really?" She deadpans.

"Satoru." You warn.

"Kidding! It's in there." He points to the kitchen, "I just didn't plate hers." He guides you to sit down. "I want you to eat all of it."

"Okay." You breathe deeply, not really having an appetite, but you knew you needed to eat. You slowly took a bite, "You don't cook terribly."

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much." He smiles widely and digs into his food.

Shoko finally sits down, glaring at Satoru the entire time she eats her food. She even mutters a comment about how it was a bit bland for her liking.

"Y/n!" Itadori excitedly says, "Glad to see you out of bed."

"Thanks, Itadori." You smile, "You guys heading out now?"

Maki nods, "We need someone to open the gate for us." Inumaki and Panda are by her side.

"I'll be up there in a second." Satoru says and quickly finishes his food, he wipes his mouth on a napkin and throws it on his plate. "You mind washing that?" He grins.

"Absolutely not." You laugh.

"Please?" Satoru pouts, he's already getting up to go open the gate for the others.

You roll your eyes and sigh, reluctantly having to wash his plate. "Yours too?" You eye Shoko who's finishing up her food.

"Oh no, it's okay—"

"I'm already going in there," you motion towards the kitchen, "it's okay." You smile

She nods and hands you her plate, she finds Nanami and talks to him for a little before his departure.

You hum softly as you washed the plates, feeling a lot better and energized already. The soft rumbling of the cars engines pull your attention, they slowly descend and the sound becomes barely audible the further they go away.

"What're they getting?" You ask Shoko as you finished up with the dishes.

"Anything we left behind at the old base." She answers, toying with a cigarette in her hand, contemplating on whether or not she'd step out for a smoke.

You hummed, "We're staying here permanently, right?"

"That's the plan." You turn your head and see Satoru coming down the metal steps. "Thanks for washing my dish." He smiles.

"What's our food supply look like?" You ask, taking a seat back where you were.

"It'll last us awhile, we don't gotta worry about that." Satoru says, easing your worry.

"I think it would be smart if we grew some of our own food." You say, "I'm not the best, but we're looking at long-term survival. What if we get more people along the way?"

"That's not bad." Shoko nods and lights her cigarette.

Satoru clicks his tongue and frowns, "Not in here." He waves his hand in the air trying to get the smell to go away.

"Relax, I'm going." She rolls her eyes and takes a long inhale, she then blows it in Satoru's face and steps outside.

Satoru coughs and glares at her, "Bitch." He mumbles. "Where would we find seeds in good condition a few months into this mess?" His features soften as he looks at you.

You sigh, "Farms, stores, wild plants; those would probably be our best bet."

He hums, his eyes roaming your face, he feels his heart pick up and reluctantly looks away. He's oddly quiet, you wonder what he's thinking about.

You don't mind that the conversation dwindled down, it felt nice to just be in his presence.

"You wanna cut my hair?" Satoru breaks the silence and grins at you.

"What?" You chuckle.

"It's too long, keeps getting in my eyes." He explains. "I used to have an undercut, now it looks like how it did when I was in high school." He blows the hair from his forehead.

"An undercut?" You look at his hair, it had grown out a lot, but he still looked good.

He hums, "Yeah, small fade." He smiles, "Cmon." He urges you up and you follow him to the bathroom.

"I've never cut hair that wasn't my own." You say nervously, he's putting a lot of trust into you. "I barely even know what a fade is."

He laughs and pulls some clippers out, you wondered where he had found these, but you knew in the military they had to have their hair buzzed, so thinking about it more seeing the materials here didn't surprise you.

"Oh my god, don't tell me you want to buzz your hair!" You look at him with widened eyes.

"You don't think it'd look good on me?" He smirks.

"I-well, but..why?" You laugh.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not buzzing it." He chuckles, "I can give myself the fade, I just need you to hold the mirror for me and trim the top." He instructs. His skillful hands grab the machinery and he finds everything's he's looking for.

"Just like this?" You ask and hold the small mirror he had given you.

He hums, "Mind getting me a chair?" He says, "No offense, but you're not exactly near my height and I know your arms are gonna hurt holding the mirror like that." He looks down at you.

You frown and find him a chair, "Better?" You playfully glare at him and he gives you a wide smile. You watch him take off his shirt, you weren't expecting it so you look away.

"It's okay," He lets out an airy laugh, "I hate when my shirts get hair on them. Makes me itchy." He tosses it to the side and sits down. You try your hardest not to let your gaze roam his beautifully chiseled body, but it's kinda hard not to.

He sees your eyes on him and a sense of pride fuels him, he likes that you're looking at him. He likes knowing you're checking him out—and not so subtly either.

He turns on the machine and gets to work, you watch him cut his hair. Slowly the hair falls onto the ground by your shoes. You can tell he's done this many times, he moves with confidence.

"Does it look alright?" He asks.

You hum, "Best haircut in the whole world I bet." You laugh and he shakes his head, a smile never leaving his face.

"Alright, your turn." He hands you the scissors and you grab them nervously.

"Are you sure?" You ask, twiddling your fingers in his long strands. "I think it looks good like this."

He shakes his head, "It gets in my eyes."

"Why don't you cut it?" You huff.

"Where's the fun in that?" He grins, "Cmon, I'll show you how and then you do it for the rest." You had no choice but to listen. You watch as he shows you how it cut it, he makes it look so easy. "Just trust me, okay?" He says and you look at him confused.

One of his hands pat his lap and the other softly guides you closer to him. "It'll be more comfortable." He says. You swallow and nod at him, you sit on his lap, the proximity killing your heart.

Satoru pulls you closer to him, "Don't be shy." He grins, but the blush on his face gives him away.

"You sure this is okay?" You ask again, "If you're not comfortable—"

"I'm great right here. Just do what I showed you, yeah?" He says.

You nod and begin to cut slowly. Making sure each strand fit in place and blended in nicely with the others. He lets one of his hands rest on the small of your back to keep you balanced, and the other on your knee, rubbing small circles on it.

It's been a very long time since you've been this close with a man before. Your mind plagued with survival, but it felt so nice to have this right now.

He, on the other hand was struggling to compose himself and not let his body react so much to you. He likes this with you, a little too much as he lets his mind wander a little more...suggestively.

"Okay, I think I'm done." You say and comb his hair with your hands. He fights everything in him to not groan blissfully as the sensation. You sit up from his lap and he quickly readjusts how he's sitting, knowing his arousal might show.

"Looks good." He smiles and clears his throat, his body is buzzing from all your small touches on him.

"I'm going to find the broom." You say and walk off, oblivious to the way he's acting right now. He lets out a sigh of relief as you've gone down the stairs. He stands up and sure enough his pants were tight around him.

His hands move to turn on the sink and he splashed water on his face to calm him down. Sure enough, after he let his mind wander off to other things, his breathing went back to normal. He put his shirt back on after wiping the excess hair off of him.

"Found it." You smile and begin sweeping up the hair.

He checks himself out in the mirror, "Looks a lot better now, right?" He asks.

You hum, "I think I did a good job."

"You sure did." He smiles back at you. "Feels great, now I can see."

You laugh at him, "You know who needs a haircut?" You say, "Megumi and Itadori." He laughs at the mention of his students.

"They sure do. Megumi's hair is crazy right now." He feels himself get back to normal, thanking the gods that you hadn't felt anything while you were on his lap.

The two of you cleaned up quietly and found Shoko, she looks in surprise at his sudden change in appearance.

The rest of the day was filled with Shoko and you discussing medical terms that Satoru can't even wrap his head around, while waiting for the others to return. He watches as you talk animatedly about it, seeing how much you enjoyed being in your element.

Shoko glances at her friend, noticing his love-struck gaze. She makes a mental note to tease him later, but deep down she's secretly happy that in this mess; this has been the happiest he's ever been.

[n3ptoonz]

Hii, I hope you are feeling very well. I've been looking at your posts and I love your blog ^^

Can I request random HCs for kuai liang? maybe some nsfw too? I adore that boy 😔

tysm ;3! and ofc 😌

my random hcs about kuai liang!scorpion

nsfw under the cut; includes reader

SFW hcs

secretly heavily invested into soap operas. don't ask me how ik that (tomas put him on) especially foreign ones

tea lover. he cannot survive 24 hours without at least 3 cups a day (he swears it fuels his fire since he ONLY drinks it hot as fuck)

the best singer out of the trio, it still shocks tomas and bi han lowkey can't stand that he's so good

ngl i could see him wanting an older son younger daughter combo

doesn't get scared easily. matter of fact, rarely ever gets scared. you'd have to be on the brink of death to really pull that out of him

prefers to only ever have his hair down at home. otherwise his buns are always perfect when he leaves the house. hair down = relaxed and hair up = he is not playing around

i could envision him being similar to bi han in a sense that bc of his duties and the importance of them as he got older, he rarely laughs or is ever playful. even with tomas. although with you he allows himself to be a little less serious

NSFW/Suggestive hcs

proud giver. he thoroughly enjoys giving in any capacity to his partner (he a munch) like sometimes it would be concerning how much he don't gaf about receiving. as long as you're smiling while outta breath and shaking, he's good (he's an EATERRRRRR)

i've said this before but i think he'd have nicely sized dick. not too big, but def not small either. manz got mad girth (i am screaming ace virgin)(cue nerd voice) that fills you up like your body was made for him

being a good singer = very vocal in bed. groans, moans, breathless whines, profanities, whispers, YOU NAME IT

i can see him as a sensual lovemaker, but also the switch in his mind can easily take it there. especially if you like his aggressive side? by the elder gods...he will literally stare into your eyes and tell you to take it because he knows you can while holding your jaw in place so you can't look away SHEESH.

doesn't believe in jerking off. he believes he should either go to you or just wait it out. if he's single, he just focuses more on kombat than anything else (no wonder he's super fucking jacked NGH~)

full nelson enthusiast. that's all i have to say!!!

side note: the moment he feels your fingers in his hair, he becomes damn near a servant to you. it's like an immediate submission activator in his brain😼

[callofdudes]

ghost x fem or gn reader headcannons of a zombie apocalypse AU??? just them trying to survive with the rest of the 141<33

This tickles a little itch in my brain, might have gotten a little carried away 😊

Ghost x reader Zombie apocalypse headcanons

You'd think in a million years no one was ready for the apocalypse. Hell most people didn't even know how it started. But it did. Cities were crumbling, rabid monsters that followed their hunger for blood anywhere it took them.

You were one of few in the grand scheme to survive. Your parents, siblings, they weren't as lucky. You had been unable to protect them at all. Though after escaping and going on the run with some spares of clothing and your father's pistol in your pocket you were soon to become aware this was your new life.

It wasn't easy having to learn to hunt in one day or find all these tactics to remain silent, undetected, all of that.

You felt alone. So alone...

That is until one day, after having spent two days out in the wilderness with not a hint of prey around and you were starving. Walking through the woods up stumbled upon a camp. A fire was lit, a small pot strung by three bundles sticks above the flame, and something delicious boiling away.

Your curiosity and hunger got the best of you and you toed into the camp. A canopy set up of sorts and some old books that looked to have been torn for fire food.

You were about to look through a cooler under the canopy when you heard the sound of a gun above. "I wouldn't do that mate."

Your eyes snapped up, looking up at the tree tops to see... A man. A large man strung up in the tree by a rather thick rope. One used by professional rock climbers and such. Perfectly sat on a thick enough tree branch to hold his weight.

"I... Apologize... I wasn't trying to- I'm just hungry."

He scrutinized you, noticing the backpack and the possibility of a weapon on you. He flicked something on the hook of his rope and hopped off the branch like it was the back of a horse and slid gracefully back down the tree.

You noticed then his mask. A chilling thing. Considering you had been around zombies the last few years, that was saying something. And my dear he was tall.

"Hungry huh? Got a group?"

You could tell he was very excited to get you out of his little set up and didn't seem to want any meddling around with outsiders. People he didn't know. And in this day, hell you could understand and respect that.

"No... Do you?"

He didn't answer, and probably wouldn't answer most of your questions by the way he was acting. However, he didn't exactly push you away either. He was more waiting for you to get the hint through your thick skull and piss off.

And yet you didn't move.

"Look, I don't work with people, you don't want to be with me. So piss off." He finally grunted, checking whatever he had boiling away.

"Sir, I understand. But I'm hungry, I have no where to go and you look like you could be a good protective companion."

"We wouldn't be companions. Extra luggage is what I call it."

"I won't bug you I promise I'll be quiet, but.... Please??"

He rolled his eyes, tearing down the canopy of the set up and shoving it down into his large duffle back. "Fine. But if you piss me off I'm dumping you at the side of the woods alright??"

You nod, slowly sitting down by the stack of books, your stomach twisting and growling painfully. He looked at you, then his food. He sighed and pulled the pot off the small fire and doused it out, finding a small spare bowl and shoved it your way.

He was surprisingly lenient. Although he was telling the truth when he told you to shut up. He didn't want to talk to you and he clearly didn't trust any part of you one bit.

He allowed you to keep your gun and you stayed out of his way. And you tagged along for any scraps of the meals he would make. Even if he clearly was not the best chef in the woods.

This continued for upwards of three months. Not much changed. You learned his name, Ghost, and he pretty much knew yours from near the start of this expedition.

He was closed off, maybe from the fact zombies were a total 65% percent of the population mark up now. Maybe something else.

Eventually though, you made a small trip at a gas station. Ghost went in to search the place while you remained near the entrance, a meat shield should anything try to get through the door. How nice of him.

You stood by the door in waiting, your little pistol ready for any threat while Simon rummaged through food inside the store. It was dead quiet outside. Not a single sound.

You were waiting patiently until you heard a clatter from inside and a loud screech. You knew that all too well.

You ran inside, your pistol at the ready but Ghost had it covered, letting the thing tear into a chip bag and shot it in the back. And then he spotted you.

"I had that." You pouted.

"Sure you did tough stuff." Ghost roughly messed with your matted hair and you were off soon after.

You were pretty much just extra baggage to him for the most part. Though he fed you, bandaged you, cleaned your wounds and made sure you were always able to defend yourself.

"You solid?"

"I have two more clips. Take them, and use them sparingly."

"We don't have all day, we cross the river by dusk and then you can rest... don't make me carry you."

But slowly his belligerently tough nature gives way to care. Slowly here and there you can point it out. The extra glances, checking you in more spots than you say it hurts just to make sure you don't have a single scratch or bruise.

Giving you extra soup or food of whatever has been made. He's strong and healthy but will ration off, having less than two meals a day has become a normality, one at all was a blessing from God, so he'd give you what he could.

And then after his scouting trip was done, he brought you back home. Simon and his small group were all ex military. I say ex military because despite the weapons there isn't much of one anymore.

He brought you back to an old military base, a barbwire fence with a buzzer stretching high and all around the base keeping it secure.

Pressing the buzzer and announcing his presence the door was opened. "Don't worry... only two of them bite." Simon teases, shifting his gun behind his back as you come inside.

He walked into one of the main areas which lead down to the barracks. Inside were three people around a small campout, a fire pit of sorts made in the middle of the living room with ash and bricks.

"Son, you're back." An older man said, standing. "And whose this??" He watched you intensely, looking you up and down.

"This is my carry-on. Dragged them through the wastes with me."

He nods, walking over to shake your hand. "John Price. Glad to see you're well and safe under Simon's care."

So that's what his name was. Simon. A lovely name.

The next to greet you was a man with a ball cap on and stern brown eyes. Looking like he was far away in though. "Kyle Garrick. Welcome to our... bunker."

The last to greet you was surprisingly a little hesitant. Johnny was the least assumed to your presence. He was all for welcoming people but the current conditions has left too many dead or gone and no one trusted.

"John MacTavish... you can call me Soap though, so you don't get me and the captain confused."

And before you knew it you were given a room in the barracks and a place at your table. They were very nice people, they gave you a job, and split the resources and news Simon brought of his last months mapping. So much had changed since they'd last really gone outside.

Overtime you grew to understand how it all worked. Gaz was a bodyguard of sorts, when you needed to go outside to fix something, get some water to filter from a river not terribly far away, he would be there. He'd go short distances with you and the others, being their back and watching their six.

Soap was more of the tinkerer. He put together traps and levers and fixed up any weapons or gear that needed repairing. He called most of it Guerilla warfare.

Price was the leader, you could tell. He had everyone under his voice and what he says went. If there was something going on outside he'd be the first one out there to see if he could take care of it alone. He went out on food and water runs sometimes as well. He is also resident cook.

And Simon, he did a bit of everything from what you saw.

Soap had managed to get the power back up briefly in the base. Somewhere a power grid was still operational that the base connected to and he got the heaters working. Even on colder when you found yourself alone with a blanket around you, you weren't alone.

Simon would watch. His sleep schedule was still on night duty mode even if they were surrounded by brick and mortar.

He'd even sit with you sometimes. The more you came out to sit in the living room the more he'd be with you. Wrapping w second blanket around you or offering you his jacket.

It was small, but it meant something, to both of you.

Ghost eventually stopped letting you come with him into the wastes. After you got hurt badly, needing a tetanus shot they didn't have, Simon didn't let you go with him. He couldn't. Not because you were weak, you know why. He's just a big softy under all that muscle toned to harsh circumstance.

So you'd wait. By the window where you could see the gate, you'd wait until you could see him coming back. One night even passing out at the window when he returned, and he delivered you gently back to your bed, wrapping you in the blankets.

And after careful consideration, a gentle, small kiss on the forehead seared by the fabric of his mask.

Over the many months and then a year you lived with them you became family. You saw how they took care of each other. When Gaz got sick it was like bees back to the queen as they flurried to help him, and you did too.

He was weak, and you didn't want him to catch anything, so you would gently sit him up.

"Here Kyle, gentle."

Kyle winced in thank you as you fed him the soup Price had made.

You couldn't help but notice also how protective Simon was of them all. If Johnny didn't like the taste of the texture of something Price had made and would refuse to eat it, Simon would help.

"Johnny, you need to eat. Try and focus on me, not the texture. At least eat it." And Johnny usually would.

"Guys... I need to run outside really quickly, you think I could take one of you??" Kyle asked while Simon was already standing, grabbing his gun and escorting Kyle outside to watch over him.

Whenever Price was handing out assignments Simon would take the bulk of the work that had to do with being outside that gated fence. If there wasn't enough food for all of you Simon would cut back so you and Price would have enough.

He genuinely cares for all of you deeply under the mask.

The playful banter as you went out on scouting missions with him when you bugged him enough to let you go increased.

The affection he was willing to take and give like a hand on the shoulder or a hug. Sometimes even inviting you to wrap your arms around him and seek his warmth while laying under the cold stars in the sky.

Whispering to you on nights you couldn't sleep. He always took night watch, no exceptions. When you couldn't fall asleep he'd whisper to you. About random things. Maybe something he did the other day or what he remembered about the world before it went to shit and how beautiful it was.

"Simon..." you whispered back, holding onto his jacket. "I'm scared." You admit, tears filling your eyes as you thought of how you might die out here. This would be the end.

Simon brought you in a little tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know y/n.... I know."

Simon was scared too. In his own way. Scared for himself, but scared for you, for his team. In the end Simon is a selfless creature and you all come before him.

Your breathing slowed, relaxing. Feeling safe and protected in his arms, because you were. Simon had you, he's always got you, and he always will.

Come zombies or raiders, or manic survivalists, anything. Simon won't let it hurt his team. He won't let them hurt you. Not you. He may not say it, but looking back, he's glad he met you that day in the woods...

I do hope this is satisfactory. I had started this a bit ago and came back to it after I posted my first zombie fic. Enjoy egg folk.

[bunny-dr34ms]

'till we meet again' ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡

- g. suguru x f!reader, g.satoru x f!reader

summary. suguru leaves but he leaves you with more than just a goodbye. w.c. 2436

cw/ tw; fem!reader, confessions, heartbreak, self-destructive!reader, grief

features; g.satoru, g.suguru, i.shoko, f.megumi

an; sometimes i just wish just one person was there for suguru. just ONE :( comments, reblogs, and hearts are always appreciated <3 thx for reading !! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

What did we fight for? What did I fight for? Those questions constantly rang in your head as your life continued after the failed Star Plasma Vessel mission. You're sure it was the same for the other two. Perhaps Satoru knows he has no choice but to keep going. He's so much stronger now that he does everything alone. Group missions became like playdates for him. Maybe Suguru...well Suguru was always more benevolent than your other classmate so you were a little less worried. Suguru was just less rash and more stable, so no one worried about him. And you? You weren't part of the mission and you continued to train so at least your missions won't fail. That's just how it is for jujutsu sorcerers. You were nothing special. Nothing strong like Suguru and nothing unique like Shoko and definitely not a prodigy like Satoru. Your mentality made you all the more weak. You cry easily, you empathize easily, and you were too kind and too forgiving. They tell you girls have to be even stronger to survive as a sorcerer but you couldn't help it. In such a sad and unforgiving world, can't you at least feel as you wanted and forgive as you wanted? Your technique consisted of being able to control anything with your cursed energy--dirt, water, limbs, corpses--anything. The downside was you had to learn how to control each thing separately so you spent your days infusing random things on the field with cursed energy. All the time you spent at Jujutsu Tech training and running mission after mission meant seeing Satoru more often. If he wasn't at a mission, he was back reporting to the elders. Sometimes you'd greet him when you pass each other, you leaving the elders, him just walking in. No matter how worn he looked, he always still gave you a smile which you'd secretly blush about every time you thought about it. You began to look a little more forward to meetings with the elders but your mind was just on Satoru. Sometimes, you made small talk with him. You'd ask if he's eaten or what mission he came back from. Occasionally he'd walk with you to your destination before teleporting back to the elders. All the little things he did consumed your mind. In a matter of months, you were always feeding your little crush on Satoru and the world seemed a little better than before. But that didn't last long.

One day, the news of Suguru mascaraing a village of 100 people and fleeing Jujutsu Tech as a newly announced criminal reached you. All the memories of seeing Suguru around school flooded your brain. His clouded eyes, his forced smiles, and the way his questions got crazier and crazier. Why didn't you check up on him. Why didn't you offer to train with him? You saw all the signs, so why did you just watch him wave goodbye to you each time. Why were you so wrapped up in Satoru that you didn't worry for him too?

First came the shock, then denial, then tears, and then the worry for the rest of your friends. Especially Satoru. You knew, no, every one knew that they were all each other had in this world where only strength mattered. As you expected, Satoru was nowhere to be found and when you saw him on a random day, he walked straight passed you with a blank face. Tight white bandages wrapped around his head but you could tell he had been crying with the redness of his nose. You wanted to stop him and ask if he was alright but by the time you made up your mind he was far behind you.

Days pass and you bump into Suguru in front of a crowded crepe shop. Coincidently, it's the same shop you would bother them into making a stop there before every mission. Suguru smiles and waves and you almost drop to your knees at the sight of him. He says he just saw Satoru and cracks a joke about how he isn't taking it so well. Words can't describe how badly you wanted to run and hug him and cry and apologize. The only thing that chained your feet to the ground was how brightly he smiled. He smiled like he had a purpose, as if he was about to go on an adventure he waited his life for.

He tells you how he saved 2 little girls who were locked away like criminals for being able to see curses. You nod as you hold back tears, your hands clenched into tight fists. There’s relief when you hear about the girls because it means Suguru is still kind. The Suguru you know is still there. Then his next words shattered your already broken heart.

"Take care of Satoru for me 'kay? He pretends he's all that but he's just like you and me. But you know that already. I see how you look at him. I looked at you the same way, you know. Thanks, Y/n. You gave me a reason to hold on for so long."

He last request and his confession made you run to him. Whatever you bought was forgotten by his feet as your hands reached for him. He didn't pull away or reciprocate your hug when your arms wrapped around him. All he did was sigh and place a hand on your head, the action was the last push your heart needed. You started to babble apologies and pleads through your sobs, pulling him tighter, tighter, tighter, until his arms pulled you away from him.

Suguru gives you one last, sad smile. He picks up the crepes and hands it back to you. "Why're you crying so hard? You'll make me feel bad", he laughs. He laughs as if he wasn't leaving you to deal with all this heartache alone. All you could do was stand there as anger, grief, sadness, heartbreak, and self-disappointment enveloped you. All you could do was watch his back as he walked away with an arm waving. Your wails drawn odd gazes from other people but past the whispers and your own crying, you could just make out his last words to you.

"Till we meet again."

That night you cried alone. You could've saved him. You asked yourself if this was how Satoru felt, terribly alone and guilty for letting down someone so dear to him. Satoru. You were so caught up with your crush on him that you didn't notice Suguru's frequent glances in your direction. Or how his eyes saddened when you ran up to Satoru instead of him every time. Or how he'd always be the one walking behind you, assisting you in every mission.

To Suguru, you were the bright sun of his days and the comforting moon of his nights. The way you trained hard to master each random item moved him to keep training. He hated every thing about ingesting the curses and it made him sick more often than not. You'd notice and bring or make him snacks so he wouldn't go on an empty stomach and a bad taste in his mouth. Whenever you passed out from overexerting yourself, he'd reinforce his resolve to get stronger so you wouldn't need to work as hard. Oh and he loves the sound of your giggles. It was truly like music to his ears. The girlish ring and the childish squeals and how you'd double over wheezing with tears in your eyes. He adored it because it was you. He hated every thing about the jujutsu world but for you, he'd fight every sorcerer, absorb every curse, just to make it better for you. Just so you can laugh like that every day without a worry.

You think back to him and suddenly you remembered all the details of your time spent with him. He'd blush when you handed him the cookies you made just for him. He'd offer to go with you on your solo missions even though it meant he had to double up. He did all that and so much more, yet you still failed to notice him. Even leading up to it all, you still didn't reach out, though by then he had long given up his love for you. The loss of Suguru and your shortcomings sent you spiraling. You ignored calls and stayed in your room all day. You barely ate and you stayed up until you physically couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. Shoko would call and text you and you never picked up or responded. Slowly, they faded away from once a day to once a week to once in a while. You would take hour long showers where you sit on the floor and cry until you can't. Some nights you'd think you heard his voice outside calling you but every time you go out, it's just the night silently staring back at you. There are times you go out in search of him but you end up breaking down and dragging yourself back. This went on for months. Eight, if you counted. It was at the end of the last month that Satoru called you. Your crush for him had dissipated from Suguru's absence and you were sure it hit him harder than it did you. The two were like true blood brothers that would live and die by and for each other. When you saw the call, you wonder if Satoru knew about what Suguru said to you. Ah. Suguru's request. No, it wasn't possible for you to take care of Satoru. How could you when he was such a painful reminder of Suguru and when you were decaying yourself. His first call goes by and he calls again. And then again. You tell yourself you'll pick up if he calls just one more time but there was already rapid knocks on your door.

"Y/n. I know you're in there." His familiar voice rings out as he knocks again. You haul yourself out of bed to open the door and there stood Satoru. He was staring down at you, his frown deepening as he took in your appearance. "Ah..sorry you had to see me like this." Your voice was weak and foreign to your ears. You haven't spoken or seen anyone in those months. Satoru walks towards you and you want to shut the door on him but he's slips past you and in the room before you make the decision. He walks around opening the blinds and windows. So he knew you were just holed up in complete darkness for a while. Once he was satisfied with the brightness of the room he sprawls out on your bed. Silence passes and you just stare at him lying on your bed face up. His head turns to face you, his glasses askew and you find yourself looking into his eyes. He's changed. He's changed in the same way you have but he doesn't have the luxury of being able to stand in his sadness. Guilt creeps on your skin. Suguru didn't ask anything else of you but to take care of Satoru. Looks like Satoru's come to take care of you. "You know. He told me to take care of you Y/n" Satoru mumbled, "He told me that you had a heart too kind for our world." A lump builds in your throat and your feet moves on their own. You take a seat next to Satoru's body, your breath shaking as you gathered yourself. "Suguru told me to do the same. For you. He told me to take care of you too." The words quietly slip into the air and Satoru swallows thickly at his name. Silently you hope that his name doesn't become taboo like all the other exiled curse users. At least his name, at least you can say his name and your memories of him to remember him by. The boy next to you looks back up at the ceiling and laughs, "Seems like neither of us listened to him huh." You haven't heard yourself laugh or even let yourself smile since Suguru left. "You're wrong," you think, "You're here taking care of me right now." Satoru's laughs die down and he sits up to turn his body towards you. "It's been hard for you I know but-" "It's been harder for you Satoru." He sits there frozen, making you feel bad that you cut him off. "I-I'm really sorry I-" Satoru pulls you into him, holding you tightly. His exhale is erratic as he strokes your hair. "No..no don't be sorry. I should be the one who's sorry." He knows you and he knew, hell he was warned, that you'd spiral like this but he couldn't bring himself here. Now look at you, all sad and torn but caring about others nonetheless. "I'm sorry," he continues, "I'm sorry for not coming to see you sooner." 'I'm sorry for not coming to see you sooner.' That's what you should be saying. 'I'm sorry for being so pathetic and weak and making you worry about me' is what you think. Nothing, is what you say. Instead you're swallowing your sobs and letting tears flow as you grip Satoru's uniform tightly. He pulls away and wipes your tears with one hand, the rough feeling of his thumb tingles. He coos with a small smile, "Aw look at you. Still such a crybaby." You laugh a little, sniffles following shortly after. He laughs when you laugh. Slowly, the past few months of suffering melt away from you with each exchange with Satoru. Neither of you were fully healed but you both needed each other. Suddenly, Suguru's words echoes in your head. Will you really be able to see him again? Satoru combs his fingers through your hair as he softly talks about what he's been doing the past few months. Past your thoughts you hear about his decisions to be a teacher, the Zenin clan, and this little boy named Megumi. You wonder, will you really be able to see him again? Yes, you think. You trust Suguru. You trust his words. Satoru's finger brushes against your cheek softly and you smile, letting yourself melt into his arms with your head leaning against his chest. The butterflies revive in your stomach with each caress and giggle you share with him.

For now, you'll focus on yourself and Satoru. You’ll get yourself together and get back on missions and training. You’ll work on being a teacher with Satoru and getting Megumi. You’ll keep living every day until the day comes again where he keeps his words to you. Yes. Till we meet again, Suguru.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 10

I almost lost my mind but I took some time off to build so I didn't!

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

With everyone going through a tough time (especially the watcher) nana Lavina is having a stay over to help out.

Rahul: Thanks for coming mum

Lavina: Of course dear, I’m happy to

Cassandra: Okay Viola, nana is here. Do you think we can show her a crawl huh? Crawl to mama

The pair practice and after a while we get milestone lights!

Lavina: Oh how wonderful! Although she does look glum

Viola is up and crawling but is very pouty about it.

Rahul: Shucks, she probably needs more antibiotics

Lavina: Don’t worry, I’ll grab them for you

Lavina: My goodness what did I nearly trip on

Rahul: It’s a robot vacuum

Cassandra: We can set it to auto clean and it should take care of any dust bunnies

Lavina stomps off to the medicine cabinet grumbling about technology these days. After Viola has her medicine and is fed Cassandra gets her to bed. Both of them need sleep, here’s hoping they can get some.

Cluckton: *crows* hear ye, hear ye! We’ve survived a bad mod storm that involved sims being sick and unable to go to the doctor! Let us all thank the watcher for getting help and giving up on that module without deleting us. We came so close to DOOM!

Mercedes: Is Cluckton still crowing

Savannah: Maybe. He probably just wants to make sure we can hear him all the way over here

Cassandra: Good morning green bean! Isn’t it so much better without those nasty bugs? You look better

Viola: se na ma do (so do you mama)

Cassandra: I just finished pumping so this bottle is nice and fresh for my little guzzler

Viola tucks into the bottle with gusto, promptly finishing it. Cassandra takes her over to the changing table for a fresh nappy when Mercedes comes and sits on the rocking chair.

Mercedes: Morning mama. Did papa tell you they say I’m gifted

Cassandra: he did! But gifted or not you are my daughter and I love you for more than your brain, okay

Mercedes: Okay mama. Can you come to word class with me today? Papa can go with Savannah instead

Cassandra: If you'd like me there I’d love to

Savannah: And a drop here, and a drop there, and-

Rahul: SAVANNAH

Savannah: Huh what?

Rahul: Why did you dump this paint on the floor

Savannah: It wasn’t me!

Rahul: I SAW you Savannah, don’t start lying. No tv for a day and you will clean this up, right now!

Savannah: But… how will I get my fun need up without tv

Rahul: You should have thought of that before you made a mess. Now your mama and I are swapping after school duties and I expect you on your best behaviour for OT

Savannah: *sighs* yes papa

Cassandra streams her guitar practice this morning. Nursing has affected how much time she’s been able to spend increasing her skills and fame. While she strums the yard animals again inspect Viola. Seven in particular finds the infant suspicious. After playing with her rattle Viola sets off crawling around, the feel of grass under her fingers is a lot of fun.

Even though the yard is sheltered, with the rain Cassandra doesn’t like Viola spending too much time outside in case she gets windchill. Back inside it’s time for more standing practice. After a series of tries together Viola gurgles she wants to try by herself so Cassandra steps back and Viola looks up at the couch. She stretches her arms and up she goes! Cassandra is so excited she takes a small video to show Rahul in case Viola doesn’t feel like showing off later.

Lavina: Look at her go! She’s a star

Cassandra: Could you get her down for a nap? I have to go tell Rahul

Lavina: Oh course dear

…

Cassandra: Then she just pulled herself up

Rahul: That’s wonderful

Cassandra: It has got me thinking… she’s growing up…

Rahul: And the nursery will be empty… can’t have that…

Cassandra: shall we go try then?

Rahul: Don’t have to ask me twice

So the two head to their room and spend time… flipping pillows until their daughters are ready for after school activities.

Word class and OT went well, Cassandra does have to rush off to work pretty soon afterwards though. The girls head inside to do their homework while Rahul cooks.

Lavina: What is word class when it’s at home

Mercedes: Stuff. Helping stuff

Lavina: And this is meant to make you better at talking is it? Doesn’t seem to be making much difference so far

Rahul: Mum! Be nice, let's not teach them to be rude

Lavina: I want my granddaughters to succeed, is that rude? Now Savannah, are you sure that’s the right way to hold your pencil?

Savannah: *sighs dramatically*

Rahul: Mum! Don’t fuss. They’ve both done well today

Savannah: If I’ve done well... can I watch TV?

Rahul: No. I said no TV for a day and I meant it

Mercedes: But Savannah did good

Rahul: Yes but she still did bad this morning

Mercedes: She cleaned it

Rahul: After being caught and trying to lie about it

Lavina: And she should consider herself lucky. Any time your papa made a mess it was no TV for a week. He learned not to and so will your sister

Savannah: *fumes in silence*

Rahul: I’m sorry if you are upset Honeybee but your punishment was for earlier. Consequences are tied to our actions. When you’re grown you’ll understand

Mercedes: I thought we were grown

Rahul: Not yet little ladybug. Think of it this way Savannah… If I sheared some wool off Seven and cut her by accident, I could bottle feed her all I like but it wouldn’t change that I cut her. There’s only 12 hours left and you’ll be asleep for most of it

Savannah: Oh... I forgot about sleep

Mercedes: I guess I can’t watch TV either

Lavina: Why not?

Mercedes: Sol.. solid… together. We stick together (solidarity)

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[ryuseibutgayer]

Yamagishi hurt/comfort maybe 👀,treating his wounds and comforting him after he got bullied or something.

ALSO CAN I BE 🦈 ANON

Hiii! YES YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY BE THE 🦈 ANON! <3 Thank you for stopping by with an asssssk ah! I'm sorry for the late reply 😭 I hardly check this site too much anymore but I'm glad you requested :D I'm so happy to write this for you! I hope this scratches the Yamagishi itch. moment of silence for lacking Mizo Middle content 😔

I'm a little out of practice, so my apologies in advance if this isn't what you'd hoped for

TW: RIP Yamagishi's Left Eye and Cheekbone, Mentions of Bullying, Swearing, and not much else it's just comforting fluffy fluff fluff fluff (also I felt the need to mention a warning for studying for any students who've got shit coming up 🫡 we've all got our own associations with school lmao)

Summary: G/N reader finds Yamagishi after school beat up after a great session of being bullied by the usual delinquents, helps him patch up, and tries to coax him to try and focus more on his goals than status.(Reader, I'm forcing you to walk home from school. You have Yamagishi to accompany you, though :>)

Word Count: ......fuck off

ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ

As per usual, your feet were as tired as your brain. You'd made it to the final minute of your last period, thankfully. And again, as usual, the hallway chaos was to ensure, but you were ready for it because you could walk with your boyfriend to his place for your normal Friday hang-out. Being with your boyfriend Yamagishi after the last hard day of the week was refreshing in its own way, because you were able to soak up the energy you gained from just being around him. He was really a funny kind of partner, but he radiated joy with you nonetheless.

You survived the rush of the halls again this afternoon, so be prepared to see them again next week.

No more schedule, just plain plans. You didn't need to plan much necessarily, either- just deciding whether or not you wanna go out is simple when you live near your boyfriend and friends. After this week, your ears canceled out the sounds of all the screaming kids around you flooding your space and just focused on the low tmp tmp tmps of your shoes. The noise was the only thing you could focus on, and your footsteps followed through with the lead. Tmp tmp tmp tmp tmp until the pavement turned to white, from the school grounds to the sidewalk...to the shoes of your boyfriend.

He shuffled his feet nervously as your eyes traveled up his form to see an anxiously whistling Yamagishi with a bruised face, black eye, and sheepish hands held behind his back. You sighed as he leaned towards your approaching figure, his glasses slid down his nose a bit like the normally do."Heh heh heyy, babe," he greeted and pushed his glasses back up his nose- which you grumpily clamped your hand onto the next second.

"OW!"

Your disappointment was as low as Yamagishi's knees as they leveled with the ledge of the toilet seat in his bathroom, home. "Really, Yamagishi?" You couldn't help but mutter as you bent to reach into the sink cupboards, obtaining his special health kit.

"Come on, don't tell me you're mad," Yamagishi pitched after hearing your mumbles. He DID recognize how bad you feel everything he gets roughed up for being around the wrong delinquents, and he felt a sort if shame he shouldn't. "I'm not mad at you Yama, I'm mad at those fuckin jerks." The thought of those assholes tumbled around your noodle while you wrung out a hot wet rag to clean up his face. "Didn't I tell you to try and keep away from them?"

"I did! I really did try my best y/n, but they're everywhere now," he felt the need to defend himself in the sense of a kid trying to make excuses to their parent. He continued his grumbling- "Those jackets aren't easy to spot 24/7, I've got glasses, cut me some slack..."

"What'd they beat you up for this time?"

"They just wanted some money 'cause they used up their allowances." His head hung a bit low as he recalled why he'd been attacked earlier, which prompted you to raise your hand below his chin.

"Fuck their daddy's money." Who wouldn't spout that on instinct? They fucked up your boy. >:[Your boyfriend couldn't help but snort at the sudden comment and then whince at the solution you'd begun to press against his torn skin. "I mean, it's better than my money."

"Of course," you began to dab the surface of his bruises and scabs on his cheek with ointment before you'd bandage them and snatch a nearby ice-pack to put on the worse side of his face- the one with the black eye. "But I'm extra pissy that they had the audacity to give you that nasty jump the day you had your placement test."

"Riiiight, that test," And all of a sudden, your boyfriend went silent with his bottom lip tucked.

"...........Yama."

"Yyyyyyeeees?"

"....Don't tell me you didn't-"

And then, he caved. "AW CMON! I got beat up and can't even worm my way out of a test? Those guys were real pricks to me, it knocked me down a few notches babe."You could really only sigh and bite your lip as you patched the final scratch. You looked him in his cognac eyes, chewed your cheek and gently patted the last bandage that had been placed on his face.

"I know, and if anyone blames you- even if you blame you for this happening, I'll kick their ass," You felt the need to be aggressively reassuring. "Hey, the next time this happens, I'm gonna bring some friends of mine to deal with them, I'm gonna kiss all of your bruises, just like THIS-" You said with each peck you laid on Yamagishi's cool, bruised cranium, earning a giggle from your boyfriend with each tickle of your lips. "-Take you by the hand to a café at the library, buy us some coffee, and we'll charge right inside to go study. You need to make sure you call me the exact moment when of those shitheads lays their eyes on you, otherwise I can't help you. I wanna be with you in one piece, yknow?"

With your warm smile and bold statements, Yamagishi felt pink flutter to coat over his dark purple and red face, because you weren't someone who called him weak or unmotivated- you supported and showed your love for him, and don't forget even for second how much he takes this to heart.

"....Yeah, I gotcha. I'll try and keep more mind on avoiding them next time, hon." And just like that, your grinning boyfriend was as cheeky as normal- just the way he should be.

"Sorry if you got worried for a little bit there- how about we go cuddle?"

"Mmm, how about study with blankets?" Yamagishi sighed, but he couldn't help smiling. "Sure," he stood up from the seat and took your hand. "Let's go, I'll grab the snacks."

"Yeah alright- and nice try Mr., but you're definitely going to be making up for that text next week."

"Yeah yeah..."

[yandere-sins]

hi! could you tell me, which do you think is the most effective yan type, and why? because while i could see the manipulative might be the best long term, i also think a sadist would be quicker to get you to submit to stop the pain. would the obsessive’s persistance unsettle you to the point of pulling away, or will having someone so attentive to your needs trap you in a situation where you can’t help but feel comfortable? would the delusional drive you mad to anger, or mad to where you can’t distinguish between what they tell themself and what they tell you? stuff like that, tell us your thoughts!

Oh, that's really just a personal kind of question for everyone...

Like, for me, if I am completely honest to myself, I'd probably be not an easy target for a manipulator, but only if they go for the long run, it might be my downfall. I just try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and assume the good in people, as well as you said I am fairly easy to read I think. (Also lowkey desperate to be liked, lol.) So if they play their cards right and take their time, I could totally be gaslit I think. It makes me wary and I don't really have the intention to make new friends constantly, but if they show genuine interest and wait out the doubts, I wouldn't have much to defend myself with.

I can see though that someone who might have experienced abuse in any form before won't fall as easily for a manipulator because of their wariness, but would ultimately been broken down by someone that is physically subduing them, whether with violence or by punishing them with more abuse like taking away their food, isolation, etc. Some people would easily fall into the trap that, once the punishment is over, they cling to their yandere for a while just to not go through it again. Because it is safer and more comfortable in their mind, just as they were taught from their earlier experiences.

As for the delusionals, it has the same base as the obsessive yans. If you don't see eye to eye with them, they'll put you through what they are trying to make you believe is bad to the point where you have to agree if just for the sake of them stopping. Slowly but surely, you'll begin to stop yourself from doing what you want, just to not upset them again, and that's what they want.

It might be a stretch and not everyone will agree, but it's how I see it, based on the fact that humans have basic needs and emotional needs that are still deeply anchored into our brains/nerve system. (I mean, wanting to be liked basically was a survival skill because if the group forced you out then you'd probably have died in the ice age or so.) (My therapist really likes brains and how they work, don't be surprised.)

The problem about a sadist is that they won't stop (because they like seeing you in pain), so after a while you probably learn to deal with the pain, more than you submit to them longterm. And that will raise more defiance, unless you are very shaken by physical pain.

And in the end, no matter what type, if they stick around for too long there is always the risk to fall into Stockholm Syndrom, soooo.

I think I will hand this question over, now that we have these cute little polls, because it's so dependant on your own personality and experiences. So if you guys like, think about the question and feel free to leave your vote!

As always, discussions and replies are welcome ♥

[forever-rogue]

ma'am I have another request that won't leave my silly lovesick brain. How about reader is sad/stressed and working themselves to the bone, so Steve tries to get them to relax by coaxing them into dancing (kinda like in HP deathly hallows p1 when Harry and Hermione dance in the tent) to slow or upbeat music, your choice!

OR Steve and reader slow dance in the living room after surviving the upside down/stopping vecna (kinda like Steggy at the end of endgame) and it's all calm and peaceful 🥺 thank you kindly 💜 ilysm 😘

AN | First of all, ilysm Alyssa 🥺 Second, I went with the first option and hope you all enjoy🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your eyelids felt like sandpaper every time you blinked. Despite rubbing at them, they remained dry and burning. On top of that your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment. The yawns that kept periodically slipping past your lips didn't help either. You'd have to go to bed soon.

But you still had so much work to do. Maybe you could just push through a little bit longer. Surely your brain would cooperate a little bit more. All you had to do was push through.

"Knock knock," Steve's voice was gentle and soft as he rapped his knuckles against the doorframe so he wouldn't startle you. You closed your eyes and let out an almost inaudible sigh before you swiveled around to face him, "hi baby. It's getting late and you've been at it for hours."

"Stevie," his name came out in a quiet whisper as you smiled at him. He looked ridiculously and effortlessly pretty standing there in his pajamas, hair floppy and messy, glasses perched on his nose. You really wanted to walk away from everything and fall into his arms…but you just had a little more to do, "I'm almost done, promise."

"That's what you said a few hours ago," he came over, standing in front of you with hands on his slim hips. He leaned down to kiss you, softly and gently, before you could protest, "its almost midnight."

“‘m sorry love,” you offered him an apologetic little pout, but he wasn’t having it. His hand delicately found your face as he traced his thumb along your bottom lip, and you keened into his touch, “I just want to get this done. It’s just a little more and then I’ll be finished for the night.”

“I think you should come with me now,” he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t trying to force you or tell you what to do but fuck, he was really hoping you’d just go along wih him, “please?”

“Soon Stevie,” you promised, trying to ignore the way his face fell. You knew that he meant well, but you really needed to get this work done, “you don’t have to wait up for me.”

“Alright,” he agreed after a few moments of silence before tenderly brushing a few stray locks of hair out of your face, “let me at least make you a cup of tea. Something to help you relax - lavender chamomile with honey?”

“You know me so well,” while he was still tempted to pull you away from your work and spirit you away to bed, he was happy that at least you were allowing him to do something for you, “that would be great.”

He tutted lightly, before making his way to the kitchen. He grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet as he set the kettle on the stove. He always knew that you were an incredibly hard worker; it was one of the many things he loved about you, but sometimes he just wanted to shake you and tell you that it was okay to take a break. He was worried that you would keep working at the level and pace that you were currently going at and would eventually have a mental break. But he vowed that he would never let it get that far. Steve Harrington was a thousand wonderful things, including the best and most supportive boyfriend. 

 By the time he came back to the small spare room that served as the office, he found you almost slumped over in your chair. He said your name softly a few times before you stirred and looked at him, pretending as though knowing had happened. He set the steaming mug of tea next to you, trailing his hand over your arm before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Only a little longer, okay?” he whispered softly in your ear before pressing a kiss to the side of your side, “I won’t hesitate to come in here, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you to bed, sweetheart.”

"I would expect nothing less," you put your hand on top of his much larger and gave it a gentle squeeze, "thank you, Stevie."

But…you didn’t end up joining him soon after. You’d worked as you drank the tea he had prepared for you, deciding you would join him once the mug was empty. Somewhere between that and trying to finish the last bit of reading you had, you’d fallen asleep. Right with your head on the book and drool causing the page to stick to your face. Steve had come back to check on you,  but as soon as he heard you snoring softly, he tutted heavily.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he whispered, crouching down so he was face lebel to you. You stirred slightly at the sound of his soft voice, but couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. He brushed your hair out of your face and before stroking your cheek. A small sound escaped your lips that caused him to smile, “you passed out on me, baby. And just like I promised I’m taking you to bed.”

“‘kay,” you murmured as you shifted towards the sound of his voice. He wiped at the corners of your mouth, before kissing your forehead. You held up your arms towards him, and he wasted no time in slipping his under yours and pulling you into his chest. You peeked open an eye and smiled lazily at him. Even when exasperated and tired, he was still the picture of perfection, “you’re so pretty, Stevie.”

“Okay sleepyhead,” you felt his chuckle rumble in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck and let your body melt into his, “I think it’s well past your bedtime. You’re clearly not thinking straight.”

“I’m being serious,” your soft insistence was enough to cause him to shake his head in amusement as he carried you towards the bedroom, “you’re really pretty, Steve Harrington, and I always mean it.”

“You’re really pretty too,” he grinned as he set you down on your side of the bed. You shimmied under the covers and wrapped them around your body. It was deliciously warm and smelled like Steve. It might have been your favorite spot in the entire world and all you needed was your boyfriend to crawl in next to you and hold you, “comfy?”

“Mhmm,” there was a sleepy little smile on your face, “just need some cuddles please.”

“I can do that,” he got in next to you and slung a strong arm around your waist as he pulled against him, “you’re so soft, just like an angel. Sometimes I don’t understand how you’re real.”

“You’re an angel,” you pressed a kiss to his shoulder before trailing your lips across his collarbone, “you’re my angel. Always take such good care of me, Stevie. I love you sooo much.”

“I…” he paused for a moment; you never shied away from giving him affection, but sometimes it still caught him off guard. Growing up he never had nearly enough love given to him, but you gave it to him tenfold, and then some. He blinked back a few tears before squeezing you just slightly tighter, “I love you too, baby.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few evenings later Steve felt like he was in a daze of deja vu. He was standing in the kitchen, washing the last of the dishes as you sat at the dining room table, once again doing more work. He watched you for a few moments, silent as you scribbled away in your notebook, head bowed as you looked over your book. If you remained like that too much longer, he knew that you would have a horrible crick in your neck. He sighed lightly to himself before drying his hands and tossing the dishrag onto the table. 

“Baby,” his hands settled on his waist as he looked over at you. You didn’t even move or make a sound to show that you had heard him. He took a few steps closer and leaned on the counter, “honey, baby, sweetheart.”

“Mhmm,” finally there was some sort of acknowledgement, even though he would have preferred you stop, look up, and talk to him. Ideally, you’d drop everything and run into his arms, but he wasn’t expecting a miracle just yet. 

“It’s getting late again,” he looked outside and found only the artificial golden light of the streetlamps and a few stars glittering in the sky. Too late, “I think it’s okay if you put the books away and stop for the evening.”

“Soon,” you didn’t even look at him, only flailing your hand slightly. He sighed, not even bothering to hide it before slowly making his way over to you. When his frame blocked out some of the light, you huffed and moved your books, “almost done.”

“That’s what you said two nights ago,” he reminded you, “and then you fell asleep on your book and I had to carry you to bed. Remember?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling okay. I’ll join you in a little bit.”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a fierce determination. He normally wouldn’t have argued with you, but he was tired of seeing you work yourself to the bone. You were tired more often than not, you looked worn down, and just seemed so…over it. Steve hated seeing you like this and while he wished he could make it all better, but all he could do was support you. And right now, he was choosing to support you by making you take care of yourself. 

You hadn’t looked up, but as soon as he gently pulled the pen out of hand and closed your book and notes, your attention snapped up and your mouth dropped open at the fierce look in his eyes. You held up your hands as a sign of surrender, “okay, okay. I’m alright, Stevie.”

“No,” he insisted, holding his hand out to you, “you are running yourself ragged and I can’t watch it anymore. You need to take care of yourself and if I have to be the one to make you do so, then I’ll do it.”

“Steve,” part of you wanted to protest everything he said, but you knew he was right. And you knew he was doing it out of love. That’s what made your heart constrict and feel like it was about to burst at just how much he loved you, “I-”

“Don’t even try and argue with me,” he put a finger to your lips as he tenderly shushed you, “I’m not having it-”

“Okay,” the corners of your mouth pulled up into a small smile.

“I’m just worried about you,” he sighed lightly, “you deserve a break-”

“Alright.”

“And even if I have to take everything away from you and hide it all, I will-”

“Yes sir.”

“You deserve to be taken care of as much as you care for everyone else-”

“I agree.”

“And I want you to know just how much I love you. Which is more than anything,” he insisted softly.

“I love you too.”

“I - wait,” it suddenly hit him, “oh. You’re not arguing.”

“I know,” you stood up so you were standing in front of him, looking up into those soft, puppy dog eyes, “I’m not. I love you, Stevie. And…even if you’re an overly dramatic fool sometimes, I love you so much.”

Steve’s gentle hands found your face as he studied you. You never felt so vulnerable and open but also so safe and loved; it was like those soft eyes could see straight into your soul. You supposed he could in a way - no one knew you better than he did. 

“I love you,” he pressed big, sloppy, playful kisses to your neck, chin, cheeks, and nose before stopping at your lips, “even if you are a stubborn little thing sometimes.”

“Me? Stubborn?” you joked sweetly, “dunno where I learned that from…probably you.”

He pretended to glare for a moment before he gave in and nodded, “alright, alright. I’ll give you this one.”

“As you should,” you promised as you tipped yourself up to press a kiss to your lips, “pretty boy.”

“I have an idea,” his eyes lit up as you raised an eyebrow at him in question, “do you trust me?”

“More than anyone,” he took your hand and laced his fingers through yours as he pulled into the kitchen with him. He let go for just a moment as he darted into the living room and turned on the record player in the living room, putting on one of your favorite records. He sauntered back in and stood in front of you, holding out his hand to you, “may I have this dance?”

Your face broke into a huge smile and flushed with warmth at the intimate gesture. But you put your hand in his, and let him pull you closer to him, “of course. Always.”

“Yeah?” he asked softly, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. You nodded and he tugged you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yeah,” you bruised your face into his chest and breathed him in sofly, “always. Thank you for taking such good care of me, Stevie.”

“You do the same for me,” he squeezed his eyes closed as he started to sway to the music, “love you, pretty girl.”

“Love you more, Stevie.”

[hummerous]

you can skip this post. it's just personal nonsense dw bout it

cw: transphobia (disc), homophobia (disc), childhood trauma (ment.)

y'know when something unsurprising happens but you feel the moment sorta calcify in your brain. like oh wow yeah no I can't be normal about this ever again

well. a few years ago, after a sudden stroke and subsequent surgery - my father went off the rails. in a way that, in retrospect, was inevitable. he raised me as an atheist, as a humanist, almost by mistake — a byproduct of rage, not compassion for his fellow man or conscious effort of any kind.

he started talking about alternative medicine.

which was fair, at first. you gotta give people room to cope and a stroke isn't something you can just walk away from

but it got .. worse.

he went all in. stopped taking his pressure meds (until it became clear his marriage wouldn't survive that), started buying herbal remedies in bulk, started buying books that ranged from Ayurvedic Remedies to Can You Think Cancer Away?

and I.... did not react well.

My father's son, bitchiest little shit on the block — I got him a book for his birthday. (as is family tradition)

The Demon Haunted Mind by Carl Sagan.

for reference,

which was. received.. in complete silence.

it sat on the unused dining table for months until I put it up in my bookshelf. which is.. again, pretty much what you'd expect.

fast forward a few years and I'm trying to patch things up with him. it's clear my mother's taste in men is about as good as mine and after a certain point that's her decision. I ought to respect it, best I can

so a few weeks ago the two of us were discussing one of my sister's close friends. he's a bright, passionate young man who happens to also have had a traumatic background — and be trans

and my parents have up until that point, been very (surprisingly) supportive of him. they're homophobic, racist, misogynists — so I'll take what I can get

but in our discussion. dad thought it was a good time to explain, carefully, that he didn't want my sister to consort with broken people.

his word

I.. stared. blankly. for a few seconds.

he thought this was his cue to elaborate.

friends, romans, countrymen - this did not make things better.

and I........ just kinda. tucked the memory away.

because what do you say to that. if I opened my mouth I might've come out then and there. if I followed my first, second or third impulses - he'd be dead. so I didn't do that. because, and I cannot stress this enough, murder would not solve this stupid fucking family

so I just tucked it away. and stewed. didn't tell my sister anything. she's about the last friend my dad's got and I would rather not break her heart like that.

but then again, two days ago, he brought up again how he wasn't homophobic - but broken people made him uncomfortable. and they were unnatural degenerates anyhow. he had sympathy for their plight - from a safe distance.

(both his children are queer. make of that what you will)

my sister was there for that, and she flew off the handle. as she should have. and kinda screamed (her logically sound arguments) at him - I don't think he heard a single word.

she went to bed early

after that, I sat down and explained things to him as best I could - in the calmest manner I could.

it could've been a cultural disconnect. maybe he was looking for a different word?

he told me he hated how I always tried to teach people things, him especially, that I was patient and this was a virtue - but I shouldn't waste it on things like this.

(both my parents were teachers. make of that what you will.)

anyways. I'm thinking about getting him the first present I've gotten him since my first passive aggressive hissyfit,

before we move out.

[oneatlatime]

The Deserter

How is this the first time anyone's had the bright idea to try disguises?

Sokka's sarcasm coming dangerously close to breaking the fourth wall here. Some pretty strong lampshading.

(edit: going through this just before posting, I realised this line is pretty much a sarcastic thesis statement for this episode, maybe this season.)

This is too cute. This episode both Appa and Momo understand english.

Saviour of the World, everybody.

There must have been a Gang goes to the Mall episode I missed where Sokka and Katara bought their stealth cloaks.

Say what you like about the Fire Nation, they do have gorgeous architecture.

Katara perfecting non-verbal burns with the mask-switching.

Flaming Fire Flakes have the honour of filling this episode's Beat Up Sokka quota.

This is actually less violent than the actual Punch and Judy. Poor puppeteer has to sew a new earth kingdom soldier for every performance.

Dovebending!

I know Aang is characterised as fun and fun-loving, but maybe don't take off your disguise in the middle of a group of your enemies? Is this going to devolve into an "Aang is stupid" episode? Because we just did that last episode.

And now he's sulking because he missed the chance to be outed in front of the whole crowd? Aang has no brain this episode.

Of course the fire nation would have fireworks. I find it interesting that the more artistic methods of bending have survived a century of war. Unless there's a combat style where soldiers bend dragons at the enemy, you'd think that bending for fun and entertainment would have been condemned by now as useless to the advancement of the fire nation.

Raise your hand if you didn't see this coming.

I have very little patience for Idiot Aang, especially when his idiocy revolves around needing to be the centre of attention.

Appa just murdered those guys.

How did Sokka figure out that Chey was a fire nation soldier just from looking at his face? Everyone in this world so far is borderline faceblind, what with the number of times that our main three have passed unnoticed. And yet Sokka gets one look at this Chey guy and clocks him as fire nation? How? Chey doesn't have a different accent, or a giant F on his face, or even a helpful identifying Zuko scar.

"Some say he's mad. But he's not. He's enlightened." Regardless of what he is, this is not how you ought to sell him.

Why doesn't anyone ever listen to Sokka? He's always right when it counts: they did get clocked at the fire nation festival, the fortune teller was a crook, Jet was untrustworthy, Katara was going to get them in trouble with the pirates. Hasn't anyone in-universe noticed the pattern yet?

So Chey is a cross between a fanboy and that one awkward kid that no one likes, and Aang is this episode's idiot. But who are the hat guys? Are they like the third through ninth deserters from the fire nation? They don't seem anything like the people at the festival, so they aren't the locals.

Zhao the asshole is back. An idiot and an asshole this episode. I suspect this episode won't be a favourite.

Ever so fed up with having your good advice ignored that you involuntarily plank?

I have no idea if this deserter guy (NOT going to try to spell that one phonetically) actually has the ability to tell what disciplines someone knows by the way they walk, or if that's Chey's fanboyish tendencies coming out. But if it's true, being able to tell someone's abilities and skill level at a glance would be an incredible advantage in a fight. No wonder they promoted the guy a bunch.

And so rather than do the sensible thing as Sokka suggests and leave, Aang leans even harder into his idiot tendencies. Sigh. You should absolutely go talk to the firebender who just told you to fuck off by proxy. What could go wrong?

I'm grasping about 40% of this fish speech. On the other hand, I'm getting the discipline speech 100%. And agreeing with it too. This episode's whole opening vignette was about how Aang lacks self-discipline. Setting aside the fact that going to the festival was a bad idea in the first place, they could have attended unnoticed if Aang had mastery over himself. This deserter's got Aang clocked.

Do you get the feeling that this deserter's negative experiences with fire are perhaps colouring his view a little? He does make a good point though: mess up with airbending and someone has a bad hair day. Mess up with waterbending and someone gets wet. Mess up with earthbending and someone gets squished. Mess up with firebending and someone gets roasted. There's a bit of a jump in the seriousness of the mistakes between air/water and earth/fire. And we already saw Aang mis-bend water and send all their supplies down the river, so it's not like the deserter is wrong to think Aang's not ready. Plus, of all the elements, only fire does its own thing when you're not looking. I bet the very first thing firebenders learn is not how to make fire, but how to control/snuff out an external fire.

Love this visual. Roku's statement is true, which once again calls into question how much of Aang is a unique person as opposed to a conglomeration of previous avatars. But the deserter's right here - Aang doesn't have the self-discipline to learn fire right now. I don't know if learning water and earth first would get him that discipline, but it would certainly buy him a few more months of maturing.

If I had to be an army deserter on the run from an evil imperial power, this is certainly the place I'd choose to hide. So pretty.

Sokka isn't an oaf!

This is going to go so badly. This deserter guy is 100% right to start with the basics, but Aang is the opposite of a willing student. He's happy to learn, if they do it his way, which is jump straight to flashy fire and burn everybody's eyebrows off. Not to say the deserter is a good teacher - he's certainly not suited to Aang. But people strong armed by spirits generally don't bring their A game.

It seems to me like bending fire is almost more about leashing fire than using it.

Wasting his time? Didn't it take Aang his whole life so far to master airbending? And he thinks spending a couple of hours on the basics of firebending is wasting his time?

Dear Avatar writers: My comment about Aang burning everybody's eyebrows off was supposed to be facetious. Could you dial down Aang's idiocy this episode just a little bit please? Feeling really sorry for the deserter here.

This deserter's got sighing down pat. I get the impression that he's had decades of dealing with hotheaded idiot students.

Zhao was his student? That's a neat way of doing combined backstory and parallel story in the present. I thought it was a flashback but it's actually what's currently going on. Neat.

"Learn restraint or risk destroying everything you love." Good lesson even outside of a bending context.

This golden forest throughout this episode is absolutely gorgeous. Although it seems to be stuck in eternal sunset (not complaining).

I was right! Firebending lesson number one isn't making fire, it's leashing fire.

"But I'm ready to do so much more" Hell no you aren't. The fact that you say that with a straight face after A DAY of lessons proves you aren't.

You mean you failed the lesson. Congrats.

Hey look. Exactly what the deserter said would happen is happening. And so an innocent pays the price for Aang's hubris. Ain't that always the way?

Hell yeah Sokka. You tell him.

Here's a good lesson for Aang to learn, unfortunately at the expense of Katara's arms: sometimes sorry doesn't cut it. Since Katara's arms are injured, is she currently unable to bend? With the amount that her self-image is built around her bending, this is going to double suck.

Katara can auto-bend?!? Instinctively? That was lucky.

Hey deserter guy: while your insight into waterbending healing and the firebending mindset is certainly valuable to Katara and the audience, maybe a recently-burned teenage girl is not the best target for your talk therapy?

Master indeed. That's got to be the single most impressive firebending move yet. Look at that. That's one guy!

See Aang? If only you squatted a little lower, you'd be able to pull this off.

Aang still hasn't learned his lesson. Impulsively firebending should have taught him to be less impulsive. Instead it teaches him to make dramatic blanket prohibitions on firebending and throw himself head first at Zhao with no plan.

If Zhao is an admiral, and the deserter's former student, does that settle Chey's admiral/general debate on the side of admiral? Or do fire nation military branches do cross training?

Now it's Zhao having the hubris problems. Does he really think that 8 guys, only 4 (?) of whom are benders, can take down Mr. Firewall?

The way Zhao's voice actor delivers the line "until I got bored" very nearly redeemed his whole character. Suddenly not just an asshole, but a human too. Given how abrasive the deserter is, I'm almost sympathetic.

Who wins in the fight of Aang's hubris v. Zhao's hubris?

This is a very cool move. It seems that Aang only has hubris problems when he's trying to bend fire - he's back to his usual self when he bends air. Can the element have that much of an effect on the mindset?

I'm really liking this delightfully one-sided fight. Aang really redeeming himself for his early-episode idiocy.

This should not work on a well-adjusted adult.

"I don't know why, but I thought you'd be better than Zuko." Tragically, Aang has no idea how savage that line is.

"Jeong Jeong said you had no restraint" says the kid who, up until this scene demanded it, had no restraint. A stinger of a line that is undermined in context.

Literally.

How many outfits did Aang pack? Because air nomad tailors aren't exactly thick in the air these days.

Was that a whole camp of deserters? And they've all gone into hiding?

Getting the first fishhook out with a second fishhook: when logic goes too far.

Final Thoughts

Zhao really screwed up this time. He and his men are going to have to walk back to their ship.

Roku really screwed up this time. Katara wouldn't have been burned if Roku didn't intimidate the deserter into teaching Aang.

Chey really screwed up this time. If he hadn't brought Aang back to his camp, he'd still have a settlement to live in.

Aang really screwed up this time. If he hadn't insisted on both attending the festival and outing himself at it, he never would have led Zhao to the deserters' camp.

Just a thought: maybe spiritually bullying a scarred veteran into teaching combat basics is a bad idea?

I really want to like this episode. Beautiful setting. What Sokka and Katara stuff there is, is great. Appa and Momo even get a funny joke, and Appa gets to murder some people. And most importantly, the deserter is RIGHT. THE WHOLE TIME. And he was right to insist on not teaching Aang. Roku really blew it. Everything the deserter knew would happen if he taught Aang did happen, because he knows firebending, and he knows how students like Aang approach it (and let's be honest - he's not the right person to teach Aang anything). Now Aang's thrown up a mental block around firebending that will have to be surmounted no matter what he says he will or won't do. At least Katara uncovered a new skill.

I have not seen Apocalypse Now, but this is Apocalypse Now, right? In which case I know why Aang doesn't work for me this episode: he's in the wrong genre. This episode is actually quite serious. Chey may call the deserter enlightened, but Chey's an idiot. What the deserter is, is broken. He's another victim of the fire nation. He's also easily the most skilled firebender we've seen so far, with deep insight into at least part of the nature of his element (I say part because the episode itself suggests that his view is overly negative by having him point out the sun as a source of fire, which isn't inherently destructive - it just is). The deserter is a person you absolutely should listen to, saying things Aang absolutely should hear, albeit he says them rather harshly. But Aang is in peak kid's cartoon mode this episode, and the deserter (and most other characters actually) are in Vietnam-era War is Hell movie mode. It makes Aang jarring throughout, to the point that I was mad at him for most of the episode.

That being said, Aang almost (almost) completely redeemed himself in that last brilliant fight. 'Hoisted by his own petard' has got to be one of my top three favourite narrative devices, and that Zuko dig was the icing on the cake. As I said above, it's a goddamn tragedy that Aang doesn't have the necessary context to know how much that dig hit home. Then again, Sokka and Katara would probably appreciate it more than Aang. I feel like they're more appreciative of petty vindictiveness.

Speaking of Sokka, great to see the continuity from last episode's lesson: ride or die for Aang until it's family on the line. Sokka will gladly take Aang to the north pole until Aang steps between him and his father, at which point he's on his own. Sokka will gladly take Aang to the north pole until he hurts Katara, at which point Sokka will rub his face in the dirt. And, honestly? At that point of the episode, Aang's flaky hubristic 12 year old idiot side was so annoying to me that I was rooting for Sokka in that fight.

We know Aang's a bit of a softie, but someone who didn't know that just saw Sokka face down the Avatar for the sake of his sister. Takes courage.

It was also nice to see Sokka and Katara more united than usual in their opinions. While Katara was willing to give things a chance, neither of them was all that enthusiastic about anything that happened this episode. Usually Katara blindly follows Aang and blindly opposes her brother, so it was nice to see her more (not fully) aligned with both sense and Sokka.

It's not really touched on, but Aang really screwed things up for the various deserters. They weren't exactly comfortable where they were, but they seemed settled, safe, and provided for. Now they're presumably on the run. Oops.

If I could excise Aang from all but the last fight of this episode, it would be a serious contender for my favourite so far. But as I cannot excise him, this one is thoroughly middle of the pack. This episode had some serious stuff to say about the horrors of war from a perspective I defy you to find in any other kids' show, if only Aang would sit down and shut up for a minute.