#congrats on first radio appearance!!!

[letsgetrowdy43]

Oh captain, my captain ☆—

request: Quinn telling Honey he’s captain

Who ever sent this in ILY!!! cause I've been dying to talk about them but no one ever wants to talk about them...

Au Masterlist!!

Honey and Quinn had barely seen each other since they arrived back in Vancouver, she understood, the offseason had been so relaxing and calm so the entrance back into the regular season meant that intense training would be starting up again.

Baby Warren babbled on his soft foam mat, drool all down his chest as his mum made his first bottle of the day. Her hips swayed along to the music playing on the radio, a grin on her lips as she finished brewing her second coffee of the morning. The music ended and the radio hosts started to ramble about the weather as she grabbed the year-old up off of the floor to put him in her high chair, a bottle in her hands and a little plate of sliced blueberries in her hand just in case he was still hungry.

The grin on Honey's face grew as she watched Quinn walk down the stairs in a dress shirt and pants, the collar undone as she fixed the cuffs of his sleeves. Her smirk doubled in size as he planted himself in front of her, a shy smile on his face as her hands ran over the soft fabric that covered his chest, landing on the buttons of his collar, doing them up for him. She stood on her tiptoes to place a messy open-mouthed kiss on the underside of his jaw, a shy smile appearing on his face as he abandoned the task at hand to grab her by the waist.

"You look so sexy, all dressed up," she grinned, he dipped down to place a slow kiss on her lips, both their cheeks a vibrant shade of red as she pulled away with furrowed brows, "Wait, why are you dressed up, I thought you were just training?" His lips formed a straight line, "I have a surprise," he grinned as her face softened, a look of wonder taking over her demeanour.

She fluffed up his hair, his thumbs running over the exposed skin of her torso, a grin taking form on his lips as he looked down to see her in her kinda revealing pyjamas shorts and an old Canuck shirt from his rookie year, the fabric of the neck stretched to expose her collarbone and shoulder. "Remember last weekend, when mom and dad came up to visit and the owners of the Canucks took us out to dinner?" she nodded and then let out a hiss of pain as Warren threw his bottle at the back of her legs, an apologetic look took place on her face as she grabbed their son from his high chair. "Sorry," she mumbled as Quinn took his son out of her arms and kissed his cheek, a giggle leaving Warren's mouth at the attention he was now receiving, "I do remember that though, it was nice."

Warren's hands gripped at his father's freshly styled hair, a laugh leaving Quinn's mouth as he wrangled his curls out of the baby's grip, "Q, I love you, but you're making me anxious," Honey said, her hand fixing his hair once again and then she positioned his gaze to look her in the eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled, She motioned for him to spit it out, "Sorry, so we went to dinner and then later that night I got a call, and they asked me to be the captain, I was gonna-" she stopped his explanation and slammed her lips onto his. "Oh my god Q," she hugged him, placing kisses all over his face out of excitement.

"I don't even know what to say," She stopped kissing him and smiled at his shy grin. He looks at his smiley son and then back up at his wife, "I would've been okay with a 'congrats'" he shrugged. she shook her head at his stupid suggestion, "Dinner, maybe Brock can watch him, me and you dinner, with a nice dress," her eyebrows raised as Quinn nodded. "Or, we ask Brock to take him for the night, we order in, wine, no dress, no nothing, and-" he was cut off with a kiss as he chuckled into her excitement-fuelled kisses.

"Sounds perfect," she winked and snatched their son right out of his hands to feed him some blueberries, "You're gonna be late if you don't finish getting ready and get out the door," she motioned over to the clock on the stove, he kissed her one last time, and then placed a kiss to his son's cheek before he left to retrieve his suit jacket.

She smiled softly and placed Warren back into his high chair to give him the sliced blueberries, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as Quinn made his way to the door, "I'll be home early," he grinned and toed on his leather dress shoes, she turned to him nodding as he walked over one last time. she placed the plate away from her son, a grin on her face as her arms wrapped around his neck placing a slow kiss to his lips as he grinned into the long kiss.

"You're gonna be late," she mumbled against his mouth, as he pulled away. "I know, I know," he fixed the collar of his suit and his hair, a flustered smile on his face as he looked down to a blueberry-covered Warren who was waving him goodbye, "bye bud," he said wiping the mushed up fruit off of his son's cheek.

"Make us proud," she grinned, "Captain," the word sounded sultry rolling off of her tongue, Quinn grew flustered as he kissed her cheek and made a bee-line straight for the door.

Let's just say this is the night that Hayden is conceived...

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[ingravinoveritas]

So what ur thoughts on the bafias nominations David been nomination for best comedy actor while Michael hasn't been nominated for anything and the fan on twitter can't understand why now I personally think after Al aggressive behaviour on a post when they got his name wrong on his favourite radio station and how her stories on ig recently just werid behaviour do u think Al may had sabotaged his chances of getting a nomination for anything

What ur thoughts

Hi there! So I am once again on the road and attending a conference in Las Vegas that just wrapped up, and now I finally have a chance to comment on today's exciting news.

I'm sure everyone has seen by now, but congrats to our lovely David on his first (main) BAFTA nom for Male Performance in a Comedy!

It seems almost surreal that David has never been nominated for a (main) BAFTA before now, and given the breadth of his other recent TV performances (Des, Litvinenko) nominating him for Good Omens season 2 is certainly a choice...especially in the absence of a nomination for Michael. Looking at the list of nominations, it appears that Best Interests was nominated for Limited Drama, as was Sharon Horgan for Leading Actress...but no nomination for Michael for Leading Actor, either. So very quickly, this starts to look like a visible and intentional snub.

In terms of why Michael would be snubbed, I think there are a few possible reasons, but none of them have anything to do with AL. Readers of my blog know that I am never hesitant to call Anna out when it is merited, but in all likelihood the BAFTA nominations were decided long before now, and in my opinion she would not have any influence on whether Michael is nominated regardless of when her social media posts were made. So it does not make sense to place blame on her in this instance.

My feeling is that the reasons for Michael's lack of a nomination (and really, David's nomination specifically for GO) are likely twofold. One is that I'm guessing Amazon/whoever submitted David for consideration didn't want to pit Michael and David against each other. If they were both competing in the same category, it could split the votes, so only nominating one of them seems the best way of avoiding that. The second reason (again, in my opinion) seems to be political.

I was surprised to recently learn that Prince William is the president of BAFTA--British followers, help me out here, because this is very, very weird to a confused American--and as we know, Michael has spoken out on a number of hot button issues over the last few months: Opening a conversation about Welsh independence. The question of the devolution of the crown estate to Wales. And of course, abolishing the title of Prince of Wales. Not to mention all of the backlash incurred by the release of The Way, which was roundly savaged in the press and accused of promoting anti-English sentiments.

Granted, there have been politically active nominees and winners at the BAFTAs in the past, but it really feels like the combination of all these things is somehow working against Michael. Let's also not forget this epic picture from the BAFTA film awards last month, with Michael giving Wills the side-eyest of Welsh side-eyes:

All this said, it is difficult (if not impossible) to think of Michael and David's performances in GO as separate things, because they are so inextricably intertwined. The reason that we got David's incredible performance as Crowley is because Michael was there as Aziraphale, and vice-versa. I think David and Michael themselves would be the first ones to say it, as well as to be in awe and so supportive of each other's acting. The response of fans to this nomination news--saying Michael is a better actor, Michael deserved to be nominated instead, etc.--is so perplexing to me, because I think he was probably the first one in line to congratulate David, and would chew out anybody who put down David's acting for any reason.

I also think that if the lack of a nomination is due to the above-mentioned political reasons, then Michael is probably wearing it like a fucking badge of honor. I think he is also happier for David than anyone else on the planet right now (because that's his boyfriend, damn it), and I truly hope the stars align and give us Michael presenting David with an award again like at the NTAs in 2021. (Michael subsequently carrying David off the stage bridal style would be the cherry on top of the already extremely homoerotic cake.)

I also feel that there is no question David is as taken aback by his nomination/Michael's lack of a nomination for GO as much as the rest of us are. While I have no idea what David's chances of winning truly are, I think he would wholeheartedly and enthusiastically share that award with Michael. And I think he will share that night with Michael no matter what, regardless of what happens on the broadcast.

So many possibilities come to mind, really. I can imagine David and Michael re-enacting Every (without the heartbreaking bits, of course) on stage. I've seen people making references to the infamous Slow Show fic/how it parallels to real life, and while I've only read part of it (haven't gotten to finish), the thought of any kiss between Michael and David is beyond gorgeous to contemplate. Not for the sake of "content" or as a joke, of course (because I don't think they would be willing to kiss as a joke, because if they were, they would've done it by now), but because we would see a facet to Michael and David's relationship that's always been there in private become public. And it would be their choice to share it with us.

Those are my reactions to the BAFTAs announcement today. I'd love to hear from my followers as well with your thoughts and comments. Thanks for writing in! x

[cuttyclowngirl]

DAIMA EP 12 (Spoiler) Review/theories

• Vegeta doubters going radio silent & Vegeta glazers getting louder.

• Interesting development, right? I like that Vegeta's (now) official ssj3 hair doesn't just flop against his back like it does in Raging Blast & Super DB Heroes. The hair clumps point out & straight back like holding a pinecone sideways. (Good stuff, Toriyama)

• Funny how Vegeta used the excuse of not being used to his child body, then almost immediately goes ssj2 in the Kraken 's mouth, then is the first between he & Goku to go ssj3.

• Guess Neva wanted to be extra sure that Vegeta & Goku, at the very least, are strong enough to take down King Gohma & his forces. Or he really, REALLY likes messing with people, as I stated in my previous review.

• Cool blue glow on the powered up Tamagami. The magic effects around Neva's hands were cool too.

• I'm gonna be honest. Tamagami #1 &#2's "Final Challenges", while amusing as a viewer, would make me have a meltdown if I were an actual Dragon Ball character.

• Majin Kuu, you're so smart & helpful! And humble, too!

• Majin Duu, you're so... Congrats on the win!

• Panzy, honey, you should know it's not "magic" by now. Talk to Piccolo or something...

• Degesu seemed to react to Dr Arinsu getting a D ball like he & she had originally planned to obtain them together in some other way in secret, but now she's just going for it, with her 2 new sons, Out Of Nowhere. (He even tries making excuses for her) So now he has to pretend to be worried for the same reasons King Gohma's worried, while also pretending to be intimidated by King Gohma.

• There were snakes on planet Vegeta, who canonically don't eat biscuits & are probably way tougher/bigger than Earth snakes, given that they evolved under 10 times the gravity the gravity of our Earth snakes.

• Vegeta went from eating bug people on screen (like in his debut) to "Ew! Bugs! Yucky!" Bulma domesticated the F outta him.

• The kraken actually yawning in response to a Super Saiyan 2 Vegeta blasting his way out of it's mouth not only validates what Goku said previously about not being able to beat one, in general, not even just because of the child body situation, makes the Demon Realm krakens, in my book, the deadliest wild animals in the DB multiverse so far.

• Neva's kookie old man chuckles are cute.

• I love the cute way Panzy shouts "Yay!" upon Vegeta passing the final challenge. Super Duper cute.

• I forgot to mention this, but it would appear that Hybis had his collar removed sometime before the events of episode 11, like, off screen. Weird that we didn't get to see that...

• What's your next move, King Gohma? Gonna show off all that destructive magic power everyone's been hyping up? Hope so.

• A plane DIDN'T break down this episode. We must be in the endgame now.

[pimosworld]

Lovely Priscilla! 🖤

Congrats on your milestone! Yaaay!! You rock! 🎉🙌🏻

Can I request 💌 with Dave and some fluff? I'm feeling all fluffy today!

Love you! 🖤😘

Pairing- Dave York x gn reader

Summary- A Valentine’s Day surprise 💕

CW-a little angst and loads of fluff

A/N-I’m kicking this off with you @morallyinept and of course it’s somehow not quite a Drabble but 1k of my murder daddy Dave.

Agent Cupid

Despite your husband telling you to dress casual and prepare for a fun and relaxing night, you were currently anything but relaxed. You couldn’t find your favorite jeans, the shirt you planned on wearing was in the dryer this morning and now nowhere to be found.

Dave was nothing but punctual so you’re trying not to panic over your appearance as the time he told you to be ready quickly approaches. You love him so much it hurts but right now you want to hurt him and his smug face as he lounges on the couch without a care in the world as you run around the house like a maniac. He’s got his feet up on the coffee table- something he never does looking ridiculously handsome in his gray pullover and black jeans.

“We can’t be late, baby you almost ready?” His tone is steady and calm as you try not to cry in frustration. You can’t even look halfway decent for your husband on Valentine’s Day.

“Ya honey, just a minute.” A slight quiver in your voice that you try to disguise. You don’t hear him at first when he enters your bathroom, you quickly wipe your eyes and offer him a tight smile. His heart looks like it’s breaking a little at the sight of you. The deep frown lines in between his eyes get impossibly deeper as he steps up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” You shrug as he rests his chin on your shoulder swaying a little to shake the funk you’ve put yourself in. “You’re the most gorgeous, kind, wonderful, amazing-“ He kisses your neck and cheek and lips with each punctuation as you laugh against him. He somehow always could read your mind and knew when you were letting your thoughts get the best of an easy situation.

“This isn’t really what I wanted to wear.” You say sheepishly as you gesture to your clothes.

“You look great, and I needed your cute behind in the car approximately-“ He checks his watch. “Five minutes ago.” You yelp when he smacks your ass and leaves you staring at your flustered reflection in the mirror.

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You desperately want to turn on the radio to drown out the hum of the car and Dave tapping some incessant tune onto the steering wheel. You blindly reach for the knobs, not daring to move the silk scarf around your eyes. He gently grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle as he places it back on your thigh.

“Can’t we listen to something, the silence is killing me.” It comes out whinier than you’d like as he chuckles to himself.

“We’re almost there baby, but I can sing something for you if you’d like.” That would assuredly kill you, you think.

“No that’s fine-“

“Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane.” His off tune voice cuts you off and you’re contemplating just opening the door and jumping out. “Don’t know when I’ll be back again.”

“I’m glad you think this is so funny.” There’s no real bitterness in your tone but a touch of apprehension at what exactly he had planned for tonight. The car comes to a stop and he gives your leg one final squeeze as you hear the door open and close. The sound of the trunk opening and closing startles you slightly and you think this might be it.

He’s finally got sick of your shit and he’s brought you to the middle of nowhere to dump your body.

The passenger door opens and the cool rush of air is a welcome feeling from the sweat dripping down your back. His finger hooks under the soft tie around your face and draws it back. Your eyes try to adjust to the unfamiliar parking lot as your husband leans into the car placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Where are we?” You question and he doesn’t answer as he holds out his hand and helps you out of the car. The sound of a plane taking off is completely disorienting as you finally take in your surroundings.

“Technically we’re in the airport parking lot.” The sarcasm oozes from him as he rolls your suitcase into view and clicks the handle. No doubt holding the contents of your favorite jeans, tee shirt, makeup, and everything else you almost had a meltdown over not being able to find. You’re in awe at the man standing in front of you looking just as smug as the day you met him.

“Dare I ask where you’re taking me?” You teased as you tried and failed to take your suitcase.

He locks the car and throws his bag over his shoulder taking your hand. “We’re going to the restaurant from our first date.”

“David, our first date was on my work trip in Las Vegas.” You balk as he continues to pull you along.

“I’m glad you remember.” He turns and winks at you while you grasp the severity of your situation. “And before you ask…I’ve already taken care of everything. Your boss owes me anyway.”

You’re not entirely sure if he owes him or he’s just terrified of upsetting your husband but you don’t care at this moment.

“But…-“ He turns to you breathing out heavily through his nose as he gives you that look. The look that said he’s had just about enough of your back talk. “I didn’t get you anything.”

He laughs deep and menacing as he walks you through the sliding doors of the airport entrance. “Don’t worry sweetheart…I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club.”

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

[hotarutranslations]

BEYOOOOONDS, Yuhane

Evening

BEYOOOOONDS Yamazaki Yuhane-chan

Congrats on graduating..🪽

Everyone in BEYOOOOONDS, Thanks for your hard work in your live🪽

The passion of lots of people pacckeeddd into the venue, With 1 screen in the middle, I was watching over them😌🫶🏻

I ended up crying a bit during Megane no Otoko no Ko…

It was funny, right, I teared up

At the beginning, I remember seeing BEYOOOOONDS rehearsing Megane no Otoko no Ko, with unexpected development, and unexpected hook, everyone watching it during the rehearsal was like Kya! Kya! lol

From the first time I saw Megane no Otoko no Ko, Until today, the whole time, Yuhane played the role as the heroine at the center

Thanks for your hard work!

.🥺🪽👏🏻

Before, when Yuhane was taking a break from lives,

Nishida Shiori-chan would sing Yuhane's parts and, I thought it was amazing and cool, so I went to tell her that,

But, she said that it was amazing that Yuha was always doing that, it really made me think, 'oh wow, you're right..', at the time I thought it was cool to be able to say that among peers

At the time it was a conversation with Nishida but,

Today, seeing everyone, Everyone, has a love for each other, and they rely on each other, I really felt that…

It was a wonderful time watching🤍🪽

Really, It conveyed a BEYOOOONDS graduation performance, with the sense of an individualistic performance🫶🏻

It was fun🫶🏻

Everyone, everyone thank you for your hard work🪽

Man…its a really weird thing to say but,

With everyone standing on stage, I didn't want anyone to go away🫣🫣

Even though its like…you are! lol I'm saying this as I'm aware of it! lol

Those that seem lonely, Or are crying, I thought, I don't want to see that anymore..🫤🫤

There have been a lot of gradution performances this month, right

Really, thank you very much, to each of the fans

For all of Ishida's fans, lets do our best? together😂🫶🏻

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[rabbitholeresearch]

The Diagnosis of Chris Redfield

It all began in the spring of 1998. Raccoon City had a case of cannibalistic murders and mysterious animal attacks, both on hikers and residents that lived near Raccoon Forest. The city’s police department guess a satanic cult of some kind, probably on narcotics of some kind, given the extent of the violent attacks. However, as the investigation continued, they guessed the base of operations for this cult was somewhere deep within Arklay Mountains, about northwest of the city. With public pressure, the RPD gave in to and put a specialized task force on the team known as the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, AKA S.T.A.R.S., led by Captain Albert Wesker.

Shortly after STARS is put on the case, they send Team Bravo into the suspected hideout deep within said mountains in the mid-summer. Radio contact is lost. Alpha Team went in, finding out that Bravo was attacked, and fled into the mansion and split up.

And it’s here. It is here that young Chris Redfield’s life takes a turn for the worst. Without getting too into detail, he straight up is thrown from the world of a young cop who just had fun little shooting competitions with his friends, to a gritty, beefcake, boulder punching man who lost his memory at one point due to a concussion caused by a fake Ada Wong, regains those memories, and eventually finds the origins of Oswald Spencer’s research and destroys the origination of the Mold.

But that’s just it. How does he stay this cool, badass character that just shows up and sprays down zombies like it’s nothing? Well...he doesn’t. I think the leader of the Alpha team has severe PTSD.

Please note that this post will be talking about severe trauma from a psychiatric perspective so please, if you see or think anything might affect you, I beg you to turn away. This post will also have spoilers for the recent Resident Evil 8 game for those that haven’t played.

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So let’s start by defining PTSD. According to the American Psychiatric Association, PTSD is and I quote: “A psychiatric disorder that may occur in people who have experienced or witnessed a traumatic event such as a natural disaster, a serious accident, a terrorist act, or war/combat.”

Okay so at the very least, Chris Redfield is probably already a qualified patient. “Terrorist act”? Check. I would absolutely say that the events of Resident Evil 6 count as that. “War/Combat”? We saw that for the most part in RE5. “Natural Disaster?” Aaaaah. Maybe six or seven? That one’s kinda weird to be honest. But serious accident? Yes. Absolutely! Why? Because, referenced in Resident Evil 5, we see Jill Valentine, who is basically his sidekick/best friend from the very first game, and even survives on her own for a bit in Resident Evil 3, falls out of a window after attacking Albert Wesker who betrayed STARS and was infected with some form of the zombie virus. Chris presumed her death, only to find out she survived the fall through, ya know, video game logic, and was experimented on by Wesker.

Which honestly, I was surprised he didn’t come back too. I mean, in Resident Evil 5, his last hoorah is literally in a freaking volcano! What is up with that?! But his son, Jake Muller (who until RE6 didn’t even know who his dad was), appeared and I really expected Wesker to just pop up like “Hey son. I’m back with those smokes. Also, you’re immune to the C-Virus so congrats. My zombie body helped make you with your mom--” Alright that got too weird. ANYWAY.

We’re here because Chris, in all fairness, has trauma. But let’s try and figure this out. The A.P.A. states that PTSD symptoms, though they can vary in specificity, fall into four categories:

Intrusion

Avoidance

Alterations in cognition and mood

Alteration in arousal and reactivity

Now I will say I actually have PTSD of my own. Avoidance and Intrusion are absolutely symptoms I got through, as well as Cognition and Mood alterations when triggered.

Something I noticed is Chris definitely doesn’t avoid anything so we can go ahead and cross that off. Chris Redfield always dives in headfirst cuz well...he’s the American Boy. He’s the definition of charge in and be the American hero because human lives are at stake so the second one is crossed off.

Now the third one, Cognitions and Mood. This basically means important details of events aren’t remembered, everything’s kinda blurred, which results in detached behavior and Survivor’s Guilt. Now while Survivor’s Guilt is often a result of PTSD, it isn’t a form of PTSD. It’s just another symptom. It’s basically kinda like when you eat way, way too many blue gummy bears and then your poop is blue. It’s blue because of the gummy bears. If you didn’t have the Gummy Bear, you don’t have the blue poop. 

Fun fact, that’s an actual thing that happened to my dad one Easter, but I think it might’ve actually been jelly beans. I can’t really remember.

Survivor’s Guilt could very well be something Chris suffers from, dating all the way back to the Mansion Incident in the first Resident Evil. He was one of few people who survived that entire incident and what happened afterward? Did he take a mental health break? Nope! Chris takes on a mission in Europe, as seen in Resident Evil 2 when Claire is going to Raccoon City to try and find her brother. 

Now let’s think about this. Rather than rest and recover from this event, he proceeds to pursue his investigation of the Umbrella Corporation. Chris is treated at the hospital and, despite trying to report their findings to the police chief, Irons, STARS is ultimately shut down. Chris then reports everything he needs to the FBI and even assaults a fellow officer.

The RPD tells Chris he needs a break and he says he’s going to Europe for a “vacation” but this was just an excuse to get to Europe in order to enact his vengeance on Umbrella for all the Hell it caused his city and possibly even the world.

That’s nuts. I wish I could do that at my work and get away with it. Just fight someone on the shift and then go to Corporate armed with nothing but a fry basket, ready to take them out.

This leads me to that fourth category: Alterations in arousal and reactivity. This is defined as reckless or self-destructive behavior, angry outbursts, hypervigilance, and even trouble sleeping.

This is entirely reckless. I mean, I get it. Going rogue because this company is obviously evil and has a hand in bio-terrorism. Yeah. That’s fair. Let’s take them out. But if only it were that easy, as we can see throughout the franchise. Despite Umbrella BARELY hiding their attempts at world domination, as seen in RE6, no one really flinches. They’re somehow still in the running.

Having said that, in Resident Evil 4, three years after RE3, Leon actually says in the introduction that Umbrella was wiped out by the investigation. Without digging into this, I’m presuming this is because Jill managed to escape Raccoon City and was able to report her findings as one of five survivors, six if you count Ada Wong. Which does make me wonder how they’re still hanging around like a more gruesome Team Rocket.

And the last category is Intrusive. Now, this is where this unravels, actually. Intrusive is basically intrusive thoughts. Those little thoughts or images that flash through just enough to unsettle you and if you’re like me and have diagnosed OCD, then you play these thoughts over and over in your head.

It’s like you want to go to the park. Okay, great, the park is outside. Nice. The outside is where people are. People aren’t that great, in my perspective. Bad people exist. Bad people like to hurt people. I’m a people that could be hurt by a bad person. Because of that, I can’t go to the park now. 

It’s like being stuck in a loop that wants you to be sad. Like, thank you brain. I just wanted to get stuck in the baby swing but now I’m going to sit on my phone and scroll through TikTok and be sad.

Intrusive thoughts are what had me curious. The intrusive category is actually where most people are commonly confused about what PTSD is as this is where we find that flashbacks fall into. A great example of a flashback in Resident Evil is actually in the fifth game. This is where Jill Valentine doesn’t really become Chris’ partner. We learn that during the last bout, they had against Wesker is where she’d fallen out the window as I mentioned earlier. This is explained in a flashback.

That’s interesting to me. Yes, from a storytelling perspective, it makes sense, but Chris remembers such vivid details, even Wesker’s eyes glowing.

But what’s interesting is, this event, in particular, seemed to affect Chris the most. Despite that his sister has been kidnapped by people affiliated with both Umbrella and Wesker, Jill’s “death” shook him up the most, which is fair. His best friend and partner throughout the entire thing, someone he shared his trauma with and even started the BSAA with was just gone. No even a body. Three months and nothing was found before she was declared dead. He dove into his work head-on, taking every mission he could!

This is why he takes deaths so personally. This is also shown in Resident Evil 6 when Piers, a young soldier who looked up to Chris and helped find him after he lost his memory after an incident with a fake Ada Wong, is infected with the zombie virus, he holds onto his humanity in order to save Chris, but ultimately does die in the underwater lab facility, supposedly by water pressure before losing his mind to the virus.

The former Alpha Team consisted of the following:

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Barry Burton

Brad Vickers

Jill Valentine

Joseph Frost

All members of the original team that infiltrated the Spencer Mansion in RE1. Let’s go ahead and cross some people off.

Wesker? Dead as of Resident Evil 5. Good. Stay dead. You suck! You’re like the Capcom version of Ganondorf, just stay dead, dude!

Burton?  Alive, but hasn’t appeared in a main RE game since the first.

Vickers? Dead as of the third installment of the game. He was the pilot who sacrificed himself after being bitten during the attempted escape from Nemesis in Raccoon City before the place was blown sky-high. You actually see him later again in the third game attacking the cop you meet in the second Resident Evil, interestingly enough, but what’s sad really is that he still has some semblance of his humanity and ends up groaning out the cop’s name before attacking and infecting that man. Poor guy. Really was just a poor soul.

Moving on. Jill Valentine? Still alive and definitely kicking but she’s become more of an iconic character for the movies. So from a lore perspective, as of the end of 5, she is no longer in the main series that we’ve seen. Mostly just referenced. This might change however later on as I do believe there will be a ninth installment coming soon if not already in the works as of writing this.

Frost? Dead. He was actually the first to die as soon as they touched down at Spencer Mansion, by zombie-dogs, no less. He stood no chance.

That means, of the original team, Chris is the only one still active. This means that he is the most trained to handle situations from a tactical perspective, but not an emotional one.

I mean, we see him really weighing the whole situation in Resident Evil 8. He’s seen smoking a cigarette, clearly stressed out and tired of dealing with everything, despite creating an Anti-Umbrella team called Blue Umbrella. Yeah. Not that creative, my guy. But he’s tired of hearing and seeing people die which...is fair.

I’d say he does have PTSD and it is Survivor’s Guilt.

Yes, he and his team are ready to die, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s losing people he’s had long nights with, sharing beer, shooting pool, busting bad scientists with, and he still loses them.

In the military, a soldier doesn’t fear his own death but the death of his comrades.

Survivor’s Guilt is really just a terrible thing. I’d say actually several characters in the Resident Evil franchise have this, including poor Mia Winters!

Chris might have it but uses it to his advantage. He uses the knowledge he’s gained from staying alive in an attempt to help others stay alive and ultimately bring down the Umbrella Coorporation.

Ultimately, Chris Redfield seems to be wanting to make up for the lives lost to this organization.

Research links:

Coping with survivor’s guilt: https://artherapyinternational.org/blog/traumatic-events-coping-with-survivors-guilt-afterwards/

What is PTSD?  https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/ptsd/what-is-ptsd

Chris Redfield Bio https://residentevil.fandom.com/wiki/Chris_Redfield#Biography

Symptoms of Survivor’s Guilty: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/325578#symptoms

[darksideconal2556]

Kratos In The Helluvaverse E2: A god among the demons.

the events from the extermination day have transpired since Kratos’s arrival, and now he has met with the Radio Demon Alastor and is heading off to the Hazbin Hotel.

Alastor: well here we are, you know I still think you might like here Kratos:

Kratos: it is only for me to stay for a while Alastor

They walk inside

Angel Dust: oh come on kitty you know ya wanna- (notices Kratos) well well so you’re the one so killed Val. I must say congrats man, but also I think you deserve a reward

Kratos: whatever that might be I am not interested.

Angel Dust: you sure baby, cuz you never what four arms can do for you.

Kratos: I told you! I am not interested! Now leave or you may end up like Valentino.

Angel Dust: alright alright it’s loss though.

Alastor: well now that he’s out of the way let me go grab someone, in the meantime just simply chat and chill.

Husker: hey big guy, wanna drink or something?

Kratos: hmm, fine.

Husker: alright what will it be?

Kratos: lemnian wine.

Husker: really? You must be Greek (makes drink) here you go

Kratos: (drinks the whole thing in one go)

Husker: damn you chugged down the whole thing. Where ya from by the way?

Kratos: I am from Sparta.

Husker: yep definitely Greek.

[Lucifer runs through the door]

Lucifer: Charlie?!? Are you here? (Sees Kratos) so there are you. The ghost of Sparta himself, Kratos.

Kratos: you know of me?

Lucifer: of course, the seven sins and I know of your story Spartan, why are you here in the first place?

Kratos: I did not come here by choice, I was pulled here by a portal.

Lucifer: hmm, very odd and interesting but do you intend on destroying Hell Kratos?

Kratos: I do not seek to destroy this Hell, only Zeus.

Lucifer: and how do you plan to kill him this time Kratos?

Kratos: by retrieving Pandora’s box and using the power to kill a god, the same one I used to destroy Ares.

Lucifer: hmm, if you say is true Kratos, you have my trust for now. You aren’t really supposed to be here so I highly suggest you find your back to your time. I would start by seeking Stolas. He knows a lot more of stuff than I do and or if you can ask his Imp friends. Also take this weapon Kratos and use it to defeat your enemies.

[you have gained the sword of Lucifer]

Lucifer: that’s all I offer you for now, good luck Spartan.

Nifty: ohhhh is this a new bad boy? (Chuckles)

Kratos: why is this a small cyclops here?

Husker: oh that’s nifty, she’s completely harmless plus she cleans a lot.

Nifty: say you’ve got blood on the gold shoulder thing, here let me clean that. (Cleans very quickly) all done.

Alastor: haha, I see you already met Nifty but anyway, Kratos meet Charlie the Princess of Hell.

Charlie: hello Kratos, it’s nice to meet you.

Kratos: you are the princess of hell?

Charlie: yes

Kratos: then who is the king of hell?

Charlie: oh that would be Lucifer. He’s my dad.

Kratos: wait, does your father have an odd looking helmet?

Charlie: what? Ohh you mean a hat, yea he does.

Kratos: he was just here a couple of minutes ago. He appeared knew who I was. But do you know of me?

Charlie: no, I have never heard of you before until now.

Kratos: then tell me Charlie, what is this place supposed to be?

Charlie: well it’s a place for sinners to be redeemed and to get them into heaven. But we haven’t been so lucky.

Kratos: you are trying to achieve the impossible.

Charlie: yea, but also anyone is welcome to stay for as long as they want, you gonna stay for a bit right?

Kratos: until tomorrow yes, but for now I must rest.

Charlie: and Kratos one more thing, will you be rehabilitating with us?

Kratos: I will think about that.

Alastor: well that went quite well, Charlie my dear you seem pretty concerned about our new guest.

Charlie: yes but I get the feeling that something is very wrong with him. Like something terrible happened.

Vaggie: if that’s the case then we should be careful.

Charlie: I know Vaggie, but I know there’s good in him. A small chance of hope is all it takes after all.

as Kratos went off to rest he was still haunted by the memories of his past and the current events that happened hours ago.

[inside Kratos’s mind]

Zeus: Athena is dead! Because of the rage that consumed you Kratos! What more will you destroy?!

Hades: and I have not forgotten that is you who butchered my beautiful queen!

Helios: I have not forgotten the debt I owe you. (Coughs blood) save me now, as you once saved me from Atlas.

Hermes: Kratos is on a fool’s errand. Again

Hercules: a fierce warrior!, a killer made hero!, a man made a god!

Cronos: the murder of Gaia enters my tomb?!

Ares: I was trying to make you a great warrior!

Deimos: brother?

Kratos: Deimos?

Deimos: brother it’s me, they’re coming for me brother you have to find me.

Kratos: who? Who is after you Deimos?

Deimos: I don’t have time, but you must find me in env- (screams)

Kratos: Deimos?!? Deimos what’s happening?!??!? Deimos?!!?! (Hears a mechanical breathing sound) what are you?

Mysterious figure: (chuckles) you will out soon enough, Kratos.

The next morning Kratos went to talk with Charlie.

Kratos: Charlie, your father mentioned of a man named Stolas and also his imp friend do you know of where they are?

Charlie: oh yes, I know Stolas he’s all the way in Imp city. But you’ll have to take a train to get there.

Kratos: What is a train?

Alastor: hahaha, perhaps I shall take you there.

Charlie: oh and Kratos one more thing (gives him a stone)

Kratos: what is this?

Charlie: it’s some kind of teleport crystal thing. My dad gave to me a while. Now if you need to get a bad situation, hit the stone on the ground and it will take you right back to the hotel.

Kratos: thank you Charlie and farewell.

Charlie: good luck and I hope we see each other again.

Kratos and Alastor arrived at the station .

Kratos: so this train is a powered horse?

Alastor: um yes you could say that. You know something this reminds of a time where I met a human and made a deal with him on this station.

Kratos: you met a mortal before I was here?

Alastor: yes but that’s a story for another day, you best get on your train Spartan.

Kratos: farewell Alastor

Alastor: we will soon meet again ghost of Sparta.

With his time done in pentagram city, Kratos now take a ride on an old blue E2 train model all the way to Imp city.

An hour later Kratos had final made it to Imp city.

Kratos: hmm, (notices a building with horns on the side)

Kratos enters the I.M.P. Building.

Kratos: no one is here.

Bltizø: in this office.

Kratos enters blitzø’s office.

Bltizø: Hi Bltiz the O is silent and- oh hang on you’re that red tattoo guy.

Kratos: you have heard of me?

Blitzø: yea you’re like all over social media and the news.

Kratos: hmm, Blitz I seek a man named stolas do you know of him?

Bltizø: yea I know him, he lets me borrow his grimoire so I can do my job. And our job is basically going to the human world and assassinating our targets, but my employees aren’t here right now cuz they more important stuff to do.

Kratos: can this grimoire open portals to different timelines?

Blitzø: um not sure but you can ask stolas.

Kratos: then we should go to talk to him.

Bltizø: wait you just want to go talk him right away?

Kratos: do you see any other choice here?

Blitzø: well no but it’s better not being a lazy ass but hell let’s go, also what’s your name by the way?

Kratos: I am Kratos

Bltizø: Kratos Kratos got it. Can I call you kra?

Kratos: no.

Bltizø: ha! That was worth it

And so Krtaos and Bltizø now make their way to Stolas’s home. But I have a feeling that someone in background is planning something big.

Mysterious figure: all of hell has no idea what I’m planning for.

God: you mean what we are planning for right?

Mysterious figure: of course, do you have Satan’s form?

God: yes (menacing laughter) oh Ghost of Sparta we are coming for you.

End of E2

[quickhax]

annie outlaw quests, a loose outline :

turn on the radio - while v is driving out toward the badlands, their radio station gets hijacked. a woman with a lilting drawl comes on the stereo announcing that the rambling rocker, miz annie outlaw, is performing sans her roguish band of outlaws, courtesy of the wraiths who managed to nab her while she was kicking it near night city. the performance is gonna be one night only, so be sure to scoot your boots over to - here the message cuts off, the radio station goes back to normal. v can trace it back using a radio tower and find her being held against her will at a wraith’s hotspot. if you get her first, she’ll help you shoot your way out.

goodbye, earl - a couple days, you’ll get another message from annie. this time via phone call. she’ll offer you a job in getting her latest input, a guy named earl, and the man who ditched when they were attacked by wraiths and she got kidnapped. v’s directed to leave him alive and bring him to her and the band at some chooh station. she’ll pay you and send you on your way, while you hear her and lonnie starting a less than playful interrogation with earl. or she’ll offer you a bonus to help them get rid of earl once they’re done figuring out who else he tattled to.

two more bottles of wine - another call, after the earl situation. less a gig, more of annie inviting you onto her broadcast to drink and shoot the shit. depending on dialogue choices, it can take a flirtatious turn, or be really pleasant, or be the most awkward shit. things go sideways when a group of militech guards show up to interrupt. you help her ditch along with band and then you split up after.

gunpowder and lead - annie’ll call v up and offer them another gig. she wants to go after the militech agents that have been on her tail, after she got just a little too comfortable overtaking their radio frequencies. if you ask if any of her bandmates are coming, she’ll wave it off and say it’s just the two of you. she wants to sabotage their vehicles, communications, and turrets and leave them stranded before heading in to take them out. you can convince her to just do the former if you have enough cool. she’ll be miffed, but console herself with the fact that they might starve. she’ll still wanna burn everything down which is … the less lethal option.

boot scootin’ boogie - congrats, this call is just to invite v to a gig. no drama. well, actually, the local sheriffs aren’t too keen on some nomad band playing. you have the option to watch the crowd for them and knock them out before they get to annie.

after you meet annie, a new station will appear on your radio. the frequency changes every couple days, but on it you’ll get country - including annie’s band.

[60yearsafter]

First Appearance in germans rockradio "Radio Bob". Congrats!

[sara-scribbles]

Can I request idia who has a very lucky gamer s/o?

Luck Stat Maxed!

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Idia Shroud/GN!Reader Word Count: 1,081 Note: I had a difficult time writing this. I hope it's not too bad. Warnings: None

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The sound of the intense battle music is drowned out by the furious mashing of keyboard buttons and numerous clicks of the mouse. Your eyes are focused on the screen as you watch your character take a fireball attack. Thankfully the attack does minimal damage as you had planned meticulously for this special raid boss.

You could hear your boyfriend muttering obscenities in your earpiece. “Idia?”

There’s a pause before he answers, his voice almost a low growl. “What?”

“Breath,” you tell him calmly. Another pause before you hear him breathing deeply. Sometimes he got too into the game, and you needed to remind him to take a step back.

“Sorry…” he mumbles once he’s calmed down enough. “This boss has been causing me so many issues.” You can almost see him chewing on his thumb as he glares at the screen.

Said boss is dubbed ‘The World Destroyer’ and is a cute little dragon. Honestly you and many of the community members thought the boss was a joke. That is until you heard about how many people got slaughtered in the first few minutes. Even Idia, gamer extraordinaire, was finding the boss difficult to beat. Everytime he had been so close, only to die when the boss was at 1% health.

He had asked you a few days ago to help him since you seemed to have godly luck when it came to the game. So tonight’s movie night has become a gaming night. You in your room and Idia in his as you two tackle the boss.

“He’s gonna do a sweep attack that has a high chance to place a DOT,” he says, drawing your attention back to the screen.

“How much do you have your comet charged to?” you ask, already putting your character on the defensive.

You can see his character a few feet away. The blue glow lets you know he’s still not ready. “Just give me a second.”

“Alright.” You taunt the boss and he directs his attention to you. Like Idia says, the boss does his sweep attack, which you do your best to put up your highest shield. You still take significant damage, but your character is still alive.

You hear Idia mumble something but can’t make him out. “I’m ready.”

Before Idia casts his spell, you provide a few buffs just to maximize the amount of damage. The screen goes blindly blue so you have to close your eyes. It’s Idia’s soft exclamation that makes you open your eyes once more.

“We did it!?”

Smiling at the screen, you cheer, “Congrats, Idia!”

You’re both presented with separate chests. You can hear him chanting, “Please let rng be on my side…”

“What is the drop rate for this boss?” you ask as you open your chest.

“0.9%. Most of it’s junk you can get from low level raids. The good stuff barely drops and very rarely is it more than one.” He groans loudly and you hear a faint thump. “All junk!”

“Sorry, Idia. Maybe we can fight the boss again? I’m sure we ca-” Your screen lights up with multiple legendary drops. “Oh…”

“What?” You don’t respond as you stare at your haul. “(Y/N)? Did you get a legendary?!”

Nibbling your bottom lip, you respond very slowly. “Yes…maybe a few…”

“A few?!” You take a quick picture of your screen before sending a text to Idia. You watch as the three dots appear and disappear multiple times. Then nothing. “Idia?” you call his name a few times on the headset, but receive radio silence.

You finally notice his character has logged out of the game. Sighing, you wonder if you should go to his room and comfort him. Your absurd luck when it came to chance based things was always a shock no matter how many times it happened. Before you can do anything, you hear a rapid knock on your door.

Leaving your desk, you open the door. Surprise is etched on your face. “I-” He’s a blue blur as he rushes past you and to your computer.

He’s staring intently at your screen. “Five…five legendary drops in one go…”

Coming up behind him, you hesitantly call him. “Idia, is everything alright?”

Idia turns to you, his mouth stretched in a wide-sharp tooth grin. “We can farm this boss for legendary mats! Then we can finally build those six tier weapons and armor. And then we can take on the abyss boss…”

He’s already counting off the many things you two can do. Shaking your head, you sit down at the foot of your bed. “Idia?”

“Hmm?” He manages to pull himself from his thoughts.

Smiling, you shake your head. “I’m glad you’re not mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” His brows pull together. 

You pat the spot next to you. He shuffles over before slowly sitting down. You fall back with a bounce on the bed with your legs hanging off the side. He follows suit though at a slower, more careful fall.

“Just that sometimes people get upset with how lucky I can be when it comes to chance based games. I know you’ve been working hard to beat this boss and not getting any good drops must sting,” you explain.

Whatever adrenaline he had been on seems to fade as he’s suddenly a lot quieter. “It’s not your fault your luck stat was maxed out. Anyways I like doing co-op with you,” he admits, mumbling the last part. “Plus, I wouldn’t have gotten the Hana SSR without your help.”

Rolling on your side so you’re facing him, you beam. “We should play together more often! I don’t mind if you need my luck to get better items or cards in games.”

He frowns. “I don’t want you to think I like you because of your luck. Even if you weren’t lucky, I’d like you.”

“Oh? Is this a confession?” you tease.

Idia’s blue hair suddenly turns a shade of pink. “N-never mind!” He rolls away from you so his back is to you.

Laughing, you gently reach out to him, giving him a chance to pull away. Wrapping your arms around his stomach, you snuggle into his back; you reset your chin in the crook of his neck. His hair tickles your cheek and continues to stay a shade of pink. “I like you too, Idia. You have my heart meter maxed out~!”

He covers his face with his hands and mumbles incoherently. “...charm stat…!”

[starshipsofstarlord]

hi!! first of all, congrats on 2k!! that's super amazing & you totally deserve it!! also, for the 2k followers blurb event, could you maybe write an allison x lydia x reader platonic-best-friends-type-thing? if not that's totally okay. congrats again!! :)

thankyou sm hun!!!! This is the first blurb that I’ve gotten and I’m so excited, here ya go hun, please enjoy xxxx

Car Ride

Pairings | bestfriend!Lydia x reader, bestfriend!Allisonxreader, bestfriend!Lydia x Allison

Warnings | mentions of sex, mentions of allison x scott breakup, mentions of death, tiny smudge of angst

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

Seated in the back of Lydia’s Toyota, you fiddled with your phone, as Allison took shotgun, and the owner of the car herself was behind the wheel, gripping it firmly with her manicured hands. Her fingertips tapped against the wheel, as she waited at the stoplight.

“Are you sure that I can’t like, I don’t know, jump out of this car, and avoid this triple date that has the possibility of turning into a teenage orgy, and like hang out with Isaac or something? He told me he has this new trick in lacrosse and I want to watch.”

Lydia tutted at you from the front, shaking her strawberry blonde head at your naivety. “Honey, he is not wanting to show you his lacrosse skills. I’d be worried if the moves he was hinting at happened on that field, more so if the rest of the team were around. Now that would be an orgy.”

“Ew.” Allison laughed. It felt strange, a good strange, to have the hunter back after summer break. After her mother died, she had left, breaking up with Scott, which now gave Lydia the perfect opportunity to set the brunette up with a random guy from school. Of course, she had to drag you into it too though. “No orgies thank you.” She wrinkled her nose adorably, making you lightly laugh at her.

“Isaac was not hitting on me Lyds, everyone like him has a thing for Erica, or had. I don’t know where she is now, but I’m sure she has a whole flock of werewolves chasing her blonde tail.” Crossing your arms, you allowed your cellular device to drop on your lap, as you leant back in the seat.

“Pack.” Lydia corrected you, making the girl in the seat beside her quirk a brow at her correction. “A mass of werewolves is called a pack. I even read that sometimes, werewolves try to be discreet to their flirting, other times, in Isaac’s case, not so much.”

“Well that wasn’t a page from the library.” You rolled your eyes at her, turning your face to glance out the window, fumbling back as you saw a sight that made you jump. Stiles was waving, unexpectedly in your sights as you gulped, trying to ignore him.

“Hey.” A yell hollered out of the Jeep’s window, as he began to bark profusely towards the three of you. Scott tried to calm him down, but instead, Lydia put her foot on the gas, avoiding them simply by driving off.

“Back to topic, I don’t need a damned book to tell me what’s obvious. Like it’s blatantly obvious that neither one of you want to go on this date, but me, being the good friend that I am, are forcing the pair of you to venture out of your comfort zones.”

“Good and forcing don’t really work that well in a sentence.” You bit politely back, watching as she huffed back at you, sending you a sly wink through the rear view mirror.

“Technically it was a reflection of how, in the past, have made me fight a werewolf, and my ex who ended up being a snake, literally.” She shrugged, pouting as Allison changed the station on the radio.

The road grew dark, the only thing briefly illuminating the road being the head lights of the car. There was a feeling of dread churning in your stomach, as your eyes nervously flickered back and forth ahead. You weren’t sure why but- holy cow.

No, that was the wrong noun. Holy deer! It’s antlers splintered through the wind screen, evoking shrill noises out of each of you, and hurriedly, you escaped the confines of the car. “Are you alright?” Scott and Stiles appeared, revealing that they had been purposely travelling down the same road as you all.

But that didn’t matter, not as you were revelled in shock. Not just by the occurrence, but by the deluding sense of feeling prior. Things were overall weird, and.. supernatural, how did you know that you weren’t the same?

“It just came out of nowhere- I.” Allison stumbled over her words to Scott. And stiles was practically all over Lydia, gushing about her safety, leaving you to hold your arms to enclose yourself in some kind of contact.

A small smile made its way onto your face as you watched Lydia lightly shove Stiles away, and walked towards you, embracing you. Soon Allison joined, calming and soothing your nerves, as you half clung to them.

“I guess we’re not going to be going on that date?” You asked hopefully, amusing the pair of them as Lydia brushed your hair back, relaxing you. Allison removed her jacket, hanging it over your arms, watching contently as you held it tighter around yourself.

Without them, your life would be ordinary... maybe. Without them, you’d have no safe guard nor feeling of acceptance. The dead deer laid upon the hood of Toyota, you could practice feel it staring holes into you, despite its eyes being directed away from you.

“I’m gonna have to call a tow.” Lydia annoyedly mumbled against your head, bringing her phone out, the screen lighting up to reveal nothing more than a picture of you three. You were wrapped in each other’s arms, grand smiles upon all your faces, taken before the summer.

During the holiday, it was clear something had been missing, and here she was, beside you. You tugged the brunette closer, not missing how she tried to secretly glance at her ex, not that you minded. There was history there, but there was to one day be history with you three two, and a future, if you all remained alive...

But for now, this moment would last, forever in your mind. It would be one thing that got you through everything else that had yet to come, even if you were freezing cold, with your legs shaking from wearing that dress that Lydia had persuaded her into.

[worth-more-than-two-thousand]

Omega’s Observations

Request:  Congrats on starting the blog!! Pumped to have a new writer's work to read 🥰 If you need some requests, how about an echo/gn!medic reader who he develops a crush on, for a little of that sweet sweet mutual pining action✨ Dunno if you write pre-citadel or just BB echo, but I'm happy with either. Have a good weekend!! :) (@krussyfed)

Author’s Note: Whew! This took a while for me to get to a place where I felt good about posting it. Honestly, as most of my writing does, it got a bit away from me, but that’s because I love fleshing out a story, showing-not-telling, and building on events from the canon. But if I saw this through until the end, I probably wouldn’t end up posting this for months! So I hope what I have here is worth the wait, and if you want more, let me know! 

Story Notes: Unbeta’ed, no obvious warnings. 

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Ask her brothers to describe her, and ‘still and quiet’ would not be two of the words any of them would use. 

Hunter would call her curious to a fault, then ruffle her hair to let her know that he meant it in the nicest way possible. 

Wrecker would boom with laughter, proclaiming her one of them (“Always ready for action and adventurin’! Let’s go get those gundarks!”). 

Tech would probably consider for a moment, then use a four-syllable word. Like effervescent.

Echo would call her young and energetic, but his brow would furrow as though this might be a bad thing. Then he would inevitably follow up with a reminder to stay within sight and keep out of trouble. She didn’t mind. She knew he just worried about her. Omega would always reassure him that she would keep close to her brothers. Of course, whether it actually happened was usually another thing. 

Crosshair, if he was with them, would probably call her troublesome. 

But really, this was a tactical advantage. Her brothers never expected her to be still and quiet, so she could settle in and be observant when it was least expected of her. 

Omega was actually quite accustomed to being taciturn, at least when she needed to be. Her time with Nala Se, after all, was mostly like this. 

Watching over like a stone guardian as Nala Se pored over the capsules containing her modified brothers…

...being as unobtrusive as possible during another endless meeting with Lama Su…

...laying noiselessly and without complaint as Nala Se inserted a needle into her arm for yet another blood sample…

 These days, Omega could be as boisterous and vivacious (two more words Tech had taught her) as she wanted to be, so long as there was no chance of enemies being around. The only time she was obediently still by choice during these times was when she was being treated by Y/N, Clone Force 99’s on-board medic. 

Again, this was mostly out of habit from her time with Nala Se, but it wasn’t as bad. For one thing, Y/N fielded all of Omega’s questions with unending patience. And their hands were less clinical, more gentle than Omega was used to. Nala Se was efficient, not a movement wasted in her examinations. Y/N, however, always offered a comforting touch on the back after a scary encounter, and would gently but firmly place their hands on Omega’s face to look her in the eye to assess emotional well-being. 

The first time Y/N had done this was on the Ordo Moon, as Y/N was finishing wrapping up Omega’s small scratches on her hands and knees from her misadventures in the underground tunnels. 

At this point, not used to such close eye contact, Omega averted her eyes and looked over Y/N’s shoulder for something to distract her from the unusual awkwardness she felt. 

Her eyes met Echo’s. 

Her awkwardness vanished as he seemed to startle, a faint flush appearing on his neck, as he coughed, crossed his arms, and turned away, suddenly much more interested in examining the ship’s ceiling than anything else. 

What an interesting reaction. Her brain filed it away, curiosity piqued.  

Then, over the course of a few weeks, Omega confirmed her suspicions. 

Echo was always watching Y/N. Echo liked Y/N. 

Omega caught him absentmindedly gazing at Y/N’s hands as they tapped thoughtfully on a datapad while Wrecker carried new medical inventory aboard the Marauder during a supply run. 

After Wrecker’s successful inhibitor chip removal on Bracca, and Tech volunteered to go next, Omega watched Y/N’s hands fly across the medical controls, fierce determination sharpening their features. Glancing up, she saw that Echo’s attention was similarly arrested, a look on his face that was bordering very close to adoration. 

He seemed most captivated by Y/N’s hands, however, whenever they were treating him personally for any ailments or injuries. Echo always sat pin straight, almost comedically robotic (it would be funnier, but his history brought a sort of cruel irony to the thought) and allowing Y/N to turn his body and maneuver his prosthetic arm however was needed without any fidgeting or complaint. 

But his eyes were another story. Darting back and forth everywhere their fingers touched, such a stoniness to his face that Omega was certain he was committing every graze, every feather-light touch, to memory. Y/N, as always, was so focused on the medical work that they never seemed to notice. 

Omega saw things, though. Echo was like Y/N’s shadow, often slipping into the same room or area Y/N was in, like a ghost. She observed with fascination how he always angled himself to face her whenever there was a conversation in the cockpit. It didn’t matter if it was just the two of them, or if the entire squad was there and discussing a mission, it was as though he had attuned himself to wherever Y/N happened to be and was drawn to them.

Like a sunflower always facing the sun. 

She saw in the field how Echo, not Hunter, was usually the one to call the Marauder to check in or alert Y/N to any injuries that would need to be treated when they returned. How the space between his brows would crease whenever they would radio in but only receive the static of communications interference. 

Or worse, no answer at all. 

Echo wouldn’t say anything, but Omega felt that her brother’s steps would quicken, just a little. And she wasn’t sure she was just imagining a sudden sense of urgency in the air as they completed the mission, with just a bit more efficiency, a bit more ruthlessness than was usual. 

Omega saw how Echo always let out a tiny breath in relief, as though he had been holding it the whole time, whenever they returned to the Marauder with its medic unharmed. 

And she would never forget that one time they had returned to the Marauder, doors blasted open, interior trashed, with no medic in sight and droplets of blood leading away from the ship. 

Omega had never been in war, had only heard about it passively from the conversations between Nala Se and Lama Su, then a bit more directly from her brothers once she was allowed out of the private lab. 

She had once asked Tech about the war, but his response clearly paled in comparison to the dark look on Echo’s face, as they battled their way through enemy after enemy to rescue Y/N.

Omega felt as though she understood war a little bit more after this. At least its motivations. 

It took longer for Omega to figure out whether her brother’s feelings were reciprocated. Y/N’s affection wasn’t as obvious, but the trick was to watch more for their actions than in body language. 

Since Y/N and Tech slept the least, they would swap bunks and so were usually on opposite sleep schedules. This meant that Y/N would stay up late into the night well after the rest of the boys had retired to their bunks, face alight in the glow of a datapad. They would concentrate fiercely, chewing on their thumbnail and pausing often to tap notes into the margins. 

Omega eventually managed to snatch and break into Y/N’s data pad, and saw that they were working their way through a series of medical journals, detailing the latest treatment for prosthetics. There were also several articles on treating post-traumatic stress disorder for former prisoners of war. 

Omega had even checked Y/N’s search history, and discovered that they had been using an encrypted channel to search for chatter on the whereabouts of the former 501st legion and its various members. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Y/N had much luck so far, but if the number of searches were any indication, they weren’t giving up. 

Omega wondered incredulously how none of her other brothers had yet caught on to the two’s clearly mutual affection for each other. Until she realized that no, they already knew.

Once, when Omega had offered Echo some of her Mantell Mix, Echo had sniffed it, much to her amusement. Her giggles subsided immediately when Echo murmured apologetically that he sometimes had trouble digesting pretty much any food that wasn’t nutritional paste, due to half his digestive system being completely artificial. 

Of course, this meant that he must have been experiencing constant abdominal discomfort, as they hadn’t had any nutritional paste on the ship since their escape from Kamino. Hunter once mentioned to her that even the plainest of rations seemed to bother him, but he gamely never complained.

One day, Hunter was giving out rations in the cockpit, and had already given Tech and Wrecker their usual. Then he pulled out a green, unlabeled squeeze packet instead of the usual rations bar, and handed it to Echo, who took it with some confusion.

“What’s this?”

“New brand. It should be easier on your digestive systems than the usual stuff. Tastier, too.” 

Echo glanced at the packet skeptically, unscrewing the cap and sniffing at its contents. 

“It smells...fresh?” 

“Try it,” Hunter urged him, to which Echo obediently tried a small amount. 

His mouth rounded in a surprised ‘oh’. Omega wished she could have captured the look on his face with a holovid. He stared at the packet in his hands, with a look that was a bit like wonder and amazement. 

This didn’t escape Wrecker’s notice, who immediately stood up in protest. “What? Why does Echo get something new to eat?” He glanced forlornly at the slightly crumpled, stale rations bar in his hand. “I want some!” 

“They’re too expensive for your appetite, Wrecker,” Hunter replied, just a bit too quickly, though none of the others seemed to notice. “Besides, you probably wouldn’t like it.” 

“I’ll be the judge of that!” Wrecker proclaimed, swiping the packet from Echo’s hands despite Hunter’s attempt to chastise him. Wrecker took a giant slurp. 

...and immediately spat it out, some of it splattering on poor Gronk. 

“Blech! That tastes weird.” 

“Probably because it’s made of fruits and vegetables,” Tech said dryly, “Your palette likely isn’t sophisticated enough to appreciate the subtle bitterness and natural sweetness that are characteristic of those food categories.” 

Echo eyed Hunter skeptically. “And we have the money to keep buying these?” 

Hunter hummed, closing the rations box and turning away from the cockpit. “Omega’s paying for it from her holochess winnings.” She startled at the sudden mention of her name. “We have extra to spare, for now.” Hunter subtly winked at her when the others weren’t looking. 

“Oh. Thank you, Omega,” said Echo, looking at her with true gratitude. Omega flushed a bit, but mostly because it actually didn’t have anything to do with her. She played along, however, and insisted it was no problem. It did seem to make him happy, so there was no harm in a small lie like that, right? 

She cornered Hunter later, though, and insisted on him telling her the truth. After wearing him down a bit, he finally relented.

“Okay, but you can’t tell the others, all right? Believe me, I’ve already tried to talk them out of it. But Y/N has been doing some medical work on the side, working at one of the clinics near Cid’s bar. They’ve been using the money to buy these.” 

Omega’s face screwed up in confusion. “Why can’t you just tell Echo that?”

Hunter sighed. “Because they don’t want Echo to know. Figures that Echo wouldn’t like them going out on their own to work in the slums for his sake. They’re probably right, of course.” He rubbed at his forehead, a sure sign of an impending headache. 

Omega frowned, then decided to go for it.

“You know they like each other, right?” 

Hunter blinked at her, looking surprised. At her determined stare, he gave a sigh and muttered something like, ‘I’m getting too old for this’. He proceeded to explain patiently to her that perhaps Echo and Y/N liked each other, but pointed out how awkward or difficult it could be to have a romantic relationship in such close quarters, especially when they as a team also had bigger things to worry about. 

It sounded like Hunter had given this exact speech at least twice before. 

So Tech and Wrecker knew, then, but were being polite about it (or, in Wrecker’s case, had probably gotten an earful from Hunter earlier about tact and ‘minding one’s own business’). 

Well. That wouldn’t do. 

By the time Echo got up the nerve to say anything, he’d probably be old! (Omega wouldn’t, but she tried not to think too hard about that particular fact.)

So, she began to scheme. Quietly. 

She had the tactical advantage, after all. 

[hotarutranslations]

Happy Birthday Getta, with Mei

Evening

Continuing from Ikuta-san's birthday yesterday,

Today, Its Yumigeta Ako-chan's birthday🎂✨

Congrats~~ 16 years old~~

Wa~

Lets play a game at home, Lets have a gyoza party at home,

Its like,

The plans were roughly set, With the timing like, it'll be this day! Since it was near Getta's birthday,

Mei and I sneakily, made an umeboshi cake in celebration🥴🥴

Getta, thank you for enjoying it❤️ Even though they were quite sour umeboshi, (they're my grandma's umeboshi…) She ate them heartily, thank you for that too❤️ lol

Mei came up with the idea like, a "rice cake"..! It was a really nice idea! Making it was also fun~~!

Playing games, Making pop corn,

Speaking of Mei and Getta, They've become hooked on Conan so! I thought we were going to watch Conan,

We had Demon Slayer on the whole time lol All 3 of us really like Demon Slayer

When heating up the popcorn..

Mei peaked into it, And Getta was standing there with her hands folded,

Each of them were kinda funny😂😂

How to wrap gyoza as well..

Since Mei said it was about her first time, I left it to her after explaining a little, She progressed through it quickly!

Since Getta knows how to cook them, I left it to her from the beginning, and she was actually really good at it!

I also had fun with everything~~~🥴❤️

From now on, Getta, Enjoy various experiences!

I hope you have a wonderful years🎂✨

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PART 2 REWATCH LB BABY HERE WE GOOO

like this wasn't the part that fucked me up the first time :) it'll be fine

1st shot of the dumpster has the sewing machine but it also already has one of that green container of the insecticide he used to try and get rid of the bugs/poisoned himself with. the unending nature of suffering

the very first scene we have him trying to pick up a weight but it being vastly too heavy for him (12 lbs) and then going for the lighter one (4 lbs) but still struggling but unwilling to yield on it. like wow congrats i already know this guy

his 2 tabs open on his fucking mac being lighting for the house and an expensive speedboat. rly mixing work and play there huh bud. also the very Out There over the top everything of his decisions....like bro i KNOW this guy

also what is this i googled it but it's apparently something injected for some kind of Serious Medical Condition(TM) and also not for heartburn like the packaging says?? sir....

the technology giving the illusion of human interaction but without any substance....all his calls being buisness calls (the namedrop of "derrick" kitchen and "erika" bank) and economists having a dialogue on the radio and

the initial bugs being just 2 of them....hhhhhh

OH MY GODD the place the oven is is where the fireplace used to be. you're KILLING me

his many many piling up coffee cups, the cluttered workspace (both in the basement and during construction) compared w/ the barren fishtank w/ the fish he isn't feeding (the fish ofc being the metaphor for his self care)

going to bed w/ the light on and dropping the phone, all his excersize gear everything he does being so so performative in an attempt to mold himself to a lifestyle. anyway he's basically the protagonist of shark tale

the way the chandelier makes the rat portrait look like it has a crown. ugh imagery.

the bugs first major appearance being when he's on the phone with "sweetheart" for the first time/him eating. sick behavior twisted behavior.

OK WAIT also the convo going "i told derek i just saved myself 3000 pounds. (pause) yeah PISS OFF is what i said to him" GOD with the flow of the convo it's quite possible his dentist on the other side literally told him to piss off but he's so in his own world about everything he just takes it in stride. killing me.

THE AI VOICE LIKE. the framing of the fur beetle screen w/ the < Overview button pointing to him, and the camera unfocusing from the computer screen to him at the line "What do fur beetles look like? What types are there?"

him taking care of the bugs on his own and at first you think it's his "i need to save money" thing from when he laid off the construction workers and his tendency to take on too much alone without reaching out for others. but 2nd rewatch like damn this guy sure is in MASSIVE debt and probably is both unable to get the assistance he needs/rationalizes not reaching out so his existing tendencies for taking on too much get exacerbated thru circumstance. (same w/ the groceries, like at first ur like damn sucks dude! but his sense of reality is so off he probably is full lying/in denial about ordering junk food)

also one of the informational lines was "the larva do the most damage" is...the implication that he'll become one? maybe?

him lying curled on the floor w/ the dead bugs with just ONE still slightly alive and moving // him going to town w/ that granola? bar/a single larva stuck waist deep into a candy bar.

there sure are shots of his left eye specifically. wish i knew what that meant

fire! more light imagery. the way he's very careless / leaves a giant fucking fire unattended to the house he JUST 'fixed up'

ugh even the grocery delivery as a sign of modern technology and convenience that just highlights how easy it is to be so utterly alone

entry way of the house having both an orchid (by a mirror...hm mirror imagery thoughts) and a big painting of an orchid right across the real thing. HMM the larger than life bravado / reality vs depictions of it and how it's very easy to fail to distinguish between the two, especially when you're alone and lack perspective.

OMG the convo w/ the 1st two potential buyers in front of the filled in bug crack. he rly did pass off the fucking monster energy drink as wine huh. mr liar...

he rly made his target demographic be super bougie and filled the house w/ super bougie tech but failed to consider the actual reality of the situation (the plumbing, location, any actual infrastructure, etc etc etc)

"the dining room is the beating heart of the house" UGH conflation of desire/hunger....killing me

OK THE RAT PORTRAITS ARE JUST ALL HIM? i wasn't sure at first but i do think it's intentional/realistic enough that he would put portraits of himself in all the rooms lmao. also him deciding to come lecture when there's actively a baby crying (with the audio just muted for the audience but still actively crying) also that baby named Isobel and the reflected eye hovering over her parents. girl get out of there. and also completely not reading the room and continue while the parents deal w/ the baby.

i DO think the way all of them ignore him is done to a like, uncanny degree and i can't tell if it's supposed to be like. almost metaphorical to visualize his disconnect with others or what, but they dont even react to one another rly either. like the kid just slopping ice cream everywhere....no reaction? none of them seem very interested in one another either so maybe it's supposed to be idk larger commentary on how excessive wealth completely disengages people from one another

OK but hhh the kid drawing loops w/ ice cream and the fish following the spiral from above until it overlays w/ the reflected eye....i see i am seeing.

OK but we see this guy trying to get a chair out and he's pulling and the chair doesn't budge......another point on the "performative image that is unlivable untenable and completely fake" same scene has someone trying to turn on the tv w/ the remote and no reaction

him starting his kitchen monologue with all this talk about the materials it's made from, the quality, but not the actual use.

his emotional thread unravelling and the phone breaking at the same time.

OK hearing the bugs speaking again i remember seeing a post where someone said this part had anti immigration undertones bc it's WEIRD how literally no other characters had non-british accents and yeah i see it. idk if it was intention per say but i do see it.

also yeah DEF implied the bugs were like. noticable to others during the showing but they only appear to him as a show of decline

him wearing shoe covers and the "you should take them off, no need for them now" OOF the way they manipulate him to "support him" while giving these digs (being interested in the random bits and bobs of the house he gets stuck on and engaging him in convo w/ that, leading him on w/ their Interest in the house, turning his question from moving the sale forward back against him w/ the "we should invite our solicitors over for food. if YOU have some that is")

bugs appearing in droves after he's invited them in / the fish eating ice cream. has fallen for the bait if you will

OHH him coughing/panting in the kitchen there. probably leftover from when he first poisoned himself hhhh and that it's in the kitchen. i wonder how noticable it all was to the guests.

ohhh w/ the lights on the crown is gone from the portrait head. OHH also it goes from "we're very interest in your house" to "the house" to "our house"

the face shape and the NO SIGNAL connection lost, to himself to the outside etc (also he says "our television")

OOF part of his decline instincts being eating at the papers he's tearing off the walls.

"van schoonbeek lane" is the name of the lane the house is on. hhhh

i do wonder what the "they lived here before, you know" bit means

again the gradual decline from asking to ordering him, becoming a slave to the circumstances the hole he dug himself into. cringe!

hospital the bugs coming in from the left and the hospital hallway sign showing exit -> right....cringe and fail!

mentioned this before i think but his last little gadget earpiece thing, him scratching it off himself to illustrate the loss of his last possible lifeline to the outside. also i think every time he had some kind of break down it involved it coming off in some way as well. so yeah!

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action + couple + mafia feat. Satoru Gojo

cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping!

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“Where?” He asks. The sunglasses he’s wearing make his looks even more intimidating. The man under his gaze is trembling, his hands tied up in both  sides of the chair. 

“i-I don’t know, Gojo.” The man says. Gojo clicks his tongue and looks at the man again, close, taking his sunglasses down. His clear blue eye looking directly to the man.

“I’ll ask one more time. Where?” his voice seems different. He’s angry. No, he’s definitely furious.

“I don’t know. Only my boss knows wh...” 

“Too much talking. Shut him up.” Nanami nods and Satoru walks around. He knows they kidnapped you, and he needs to know where you are. His hands impact against a near wall. “Fuck!”

It was just a moment. You where sleeping on his bed, all pretty and quiet. He got a call from Gakuganji, so he left the room. When he came back, after ten minutes, his bed was empty and the big window he closed yesterday to avoid your body getting cold was wide open. He called Nanami, who said that he didn’t saw you. After that, he worked hand to hand with Takuma , and he found a man in the security cams. It was easy for Nanami to search that one. Unfortunately, he appears alone, as if he was just a lure to cover the real crime: your kidnapping. Gojo revised all the security cams, he called you a hundred times and tried to search between his contacts someone that wouldn’t doubt to harm you to manipulate him. That night, Megumi came late home. He found Gojo sitting on a chair in the main salon, his white hair down and his glasses on the table. Also, he wasn’t wearing his blindfold. Megumi got closer to him, taking off his earbuds. 

“Everything fine?” He asks. Gojo looks at him, his eyes red because of the tiredness and the incansable search. Yuji enters behind him. 

“Hi, sensei!” he says, but his tone changes when he finds Gojo alone. “Where’s y/n?” he asks. It’s difficult to find Gojo without you, specially on this kind of lazy evenings when he usually is at home. Gojo looks up to them, the two boys inquiring with a curious gaze.

“I don’t know. Someone just took them away from me.” The adult says. Yuji looks concerned to Megumi, that is frozen. They took you away from him? From the most powerful man out there? They had the courage to do it? 

Since you and Gojo started your relationship, several years ago, Megumi always saw in you someone to rely on. He liked to talk to you and you liked to spend time with him. You also know how proud of him Gojo is. How he always smiles whenever Megumi’s name is heard. 

You know the two of them have a really close bond, as if they were family. Also, he’s really close to two new students of the dirty negotiations of the mafia: Nobara and Yuji, the boy with the tattoos. they are there to learn how to negotiate, how to make things really money-maker business. That’s his work, after all. He also shows them how to fight, how to take care of themselves in difficult operations.

“They kidnapped y/n?” Yuji asks, his eyes open with surprise. Megumi remains silent while Gojo nods, waiting to hear the story. Gojo tells them, without entering in too much details. Saying that you’re no longer next to him makes it even more real and painful. Megumi listens and analyzes every word he says. Yuji looks at his sensei, concerned. Megumi talks while he takes out his phone, calling Nobara.

“Call Nanami. I think we have to beat up a blue-haired bastard.”

Megumi’s brain worked as fast as ever while Gojo talked. His mind found one person capable of doing that thing: Mahito, the mafia leader that was behind you all this time. Since you have choose Gojo, Mahito never accepted that. So, he decided to kidnap you. It was crystal clear for him. Gojo calls Nanami as fast as he can, and Nanami agreed to take Nobara with him. That’s how the man and the girl arrived together.

“What’s the plan?” she asks, taking off her jacket. “I’m up to everything since that asshole took my best friend far from me.”

Nobara loved to take you with her and go shopping or to the cinema. She always complains that the only one who does that is Maki, and she needs to be in a good mood. So, finding you taking some tea for Gojo after his classes makes her pout to him if you can accompany her, having always the same response.

“That doesn’t depend on me, have you asked y/n if they want to go?” 

Gojo isn’t overprotective towards you, even tho he always tries to have an eye of you, because he knows how dangerous it can be for you to be the partner of a mafia head. But, even when he was praying to end early his classes to be with you, giving you a hundred cuddles and a lot of attention, Nobara was always behind you to ask permission. He couldn’t say no -after all, it was your decision, and you also needed to have a life apart of him.- but he was wiling on the inside to hear a no form your mouth.

It rarely happen, since you felt a lot of sympathy towards the only first-year girl.

Now, as Yuji and Megumi, she was ready to risk all to take you back. To them. To him.

Megumi has been to the Mahito’s place before, in another mission, when he was just eleven. Gojo thought that taking it with him could be a nice training for the boy, and it was. He learned how to pick doors and give side-kicks. 

“Yuji, Nobara and I will bother and, if necessary, kill the guards outside. Nanami can help you inside. I put an alarm in our group chat. When Gojo leaves the radio of 1 kilometer from the mansion, we all run. We’re faster than his guards, they’re big and less quick. They’re made for using strength, not for running.  We’ll reunite in the backyard.”

They all nod. Once they are there, Gojo enters quietly, using the balcony to go up fast, followed by Nanami.

“Search Y/N.” Nanami whispers once the two of them are up. Gojo is forcing the window. “I’ll make guard.”

Gojo nods and enters. Nanami takes out his short dage. Mahito’s room is in front of him. You’re inside, sitting on a corner, the blue haired man looking at you with a creepy smile.

“I’m not going to bite you. But I guess you like it, since Gojo likes to mark all his fucking toys.” The way he was talking, cursing and joking, with such a smile made things even more creepier. It’s true that Gojo liked to give you hickeys, and you thought that letting him mark you last night, in such a place like your neck, wasn’t a help now. Mahito let out a little laugh. “I guess someone came to help you. Should we receive him as he deserve, hm?”

Mahito takes a little knife he has on his desk. You know perfectly that Gojo doesn’t has weapons. He always fights only using his strength and known marcial arts techniques. You didn’t like that about him, how he was sure he didn’t need a weapon because “he’s the strongest.” But well, he won all the fights he has been into, so maybe he is the strongest.

Gojo opens the door quietly, without showing any hint that he’s nervous and desperate to have you between his arms again. Mahito lets out a little laugh.

“Here you are, Gojo Satoru.”

Gojo smiles quietly, a superior smile that was always followed by one of his kicks. This time wasn’t different. 

His long leg impacted against Mahito’s, taking him to the ground, and making him lose his knife. Gojo steps on his hand when he tries to reach the knife.

“Such a good weapon for a bad assassin.” Gojo says. The knife shines. Gojo looks at you.

“Love, could you look to another place? I have to teach him how we treat trash like him.”

You weren’t seeing, but you could hear the kicks and the spits of Mahito on the ground, probably taking blood out of his mouth. The fight ended sooner that you thought, and you felt a soft caress in your head. When you looked to the front, Gojo’s body covered Mahito. He looked at you in the eyes, taking his blindfold apart a little bit. You felt like home when your arms found his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You nod, crying. He was there, and you where with him again. He kisses your head. 

“Yes.”

“Let’s go home, then.” Taking you on his arms, Gojo makes his way home. The rest appear not long after, all tired, but smiling just knowing you’re safe again.

Gojo invited all of them to have dinner, but you decided to go to bed. That’s how Nanami ended as a host of a dinner he didn’t organize and taking care of some teenagers. Gojo sits on his side of the bed, near you, and your body leans to find his.

“I was so scared. I thought I’ve lost you.” he says, his voice being even less than a whisper. “I didn’t kill him. You know that’s not my style. And my priority was having you back.” He looks at you again, how your eyes start to drop tears. He kisses you so sweetly and softly that you don’t want it to end. 

“I was also scared, but you saved me. Thanks.” he smiles, passing his thumb on your cheeks.

“I’ll save you the times you need it, my love”